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Thinking with My Dick Ch. 01

Okay, everybody I know eventually gets around to telling me that I think with my dick. I can't help it if so many of my fantasies go straight from my brain to my cock. You know how it is when you find a decent site on the web and it's all filled with thumbnails of voluptuous looking women or maybe it's the same woman for six or eight marvelous pages. You get the picture.

Lee, a friend of mine, pointed out the Yahoo portrait of a woman he decided he had the hots for and wanted to write to her.

I had to laugh. "Don't you recognize her? This picture was taken from a porn star's web site."

"No!" Lee's jaw dropped.

"Sorry, bro. She's a fake." I shook my head. How could he be so gullible? Then I realized that maybe I spent too much of my time surfing the web and studying my kind of trivia. Maybe I'm the one who really needed to get a life.

After I graduated from technical school, I got to tell you I'd spent the short span of my years between the ages of twenty-two and twenty-six trying to maintain the lifestyle of a playa, a dawg--a swinging bachelor. However, I suddenly found myself thinking seriously about becoming a father. Jeez, where did that come from?

"You're just thinking with your dick, man." Lee snorted out a laugh after I told him that. "You're just wondering if you can score some serious pussy by using that technique."

I laughed too and agreed with him. "Think it'll work?"

Of course, deep inside I'd been dead serious, but I decided that this was something I didn't want to share with anyone else after all. Better to be a playa--one of the gang.

I have to admit, that pick-up technique doesn't work with girls my age, especially when you factor in my little fetish. I preferred that my candidates for motherhood be white. Not that black women were any easier to convince. Most young women don't want to throw away their lives over a pregnancy and a newborn baby.

I told them that soon I'd be in a position to keep them at home and taken care of, but I don't think any of them really bought this. Most of them told me to come back when I had something more solid. Even if I was an assistant service manager for a large automotive dealership, they weren't buying my story.

Anyway, there I was surfing the net again and checking my interracial groups when the plight of a woman who'd had her child kidnapped by his biological father attracted my attention. The first thing I did was to check her Yahoo portrait to see if she'd posted a fake picture.

Well her picture was an ordinary snapshot scanned as a .jpeg. Good sign that she was real. I went back and read her posting once more. Now what I'm going to tell you has been encapsulated from a number of letters and IMs between us.

Her name was Diane. When she graduated from college, she and her white husband had gotten married. The two of them never had any kids. Their marriage lasted seven years until he knocked up some other gal from work. So, on an impulse, she went back to graduate school. At the university, she met a graduate assistant instructor from Ghana. They became fast friends and quickly developed a mutual attraction.

Was it some form of loneliness on her part? Something else? I know what the attraction was on his part. I have the same thing.

At first Diane figured that since her Ghanaian man looked so different from her white husband, he would be totally different. I think we all do that with new people we meet. However, much of what plugged into her psyche weren't his differences, but what rang true back to old habits. Her white husband had been a minister's son and he knew every button to push when it came to manipulating her emotionally, physically and morally. Her grad instructor drove her down the same avenues. After all, since Jesus blessed their friendship, it was only fitting that their physical union would be blessed as well.

Yep, she fell for the old "Jesus wants us to go to bed" line. All right, maybe it wasn't that bad. After all, she'd just divorced her husband of seven years about a year back. Could have been she was more than ready for sex.

They began a long term relationship, and she discovered the ultimate truth. Often, once a woman changes her sperm donors things happen quite differently. Diane got pregnant with the Ghanaian's baby within a few months. Naturally, she was thrilled to be carrying his child. However, for her family it was a mixed blessing at best. They hadn't expected their white daughter to bear a black baby.

Her son, Emil, was born when she was about thirty-two or so. Happily her parents did an about face when he was born and accepted him into their hearts.

It took about five years for the Ghanaian father of her baby to complete his doctorate and post doctoral work in whatever the hell his major was at the time. Then the time came for him to tell his parents that he wouldn't be going through with an arranged marriage that they'd planned for him when he was very young. Diane and the father of her baby came up with enough money to send him and Emil to Ghana so he could tell the boy's grandparents he wouldn't be going through with an arranged marriage. Besides it would give the boy a chance to meet his African grandparents.

He went home, married the girl in an arranged marriage and both families rushed through Ghanaian citizenship for Emil to keep him there permanently. Thus, Diane had been pursing legal and monetary action for two years trying to get her son back when I first wrote to her.

This was where things stood when first I met Diane.

She told me up front that her picture happened to be a professional portrait she'd had done. She also said she was five years older and several pounds heavier than her official portrait. Now I'd gotten curious. I told her I'd send some shots of me her way, if she wouldn't mind sharing some recent photos of herself. Diane agreed and I discovered that she hadn't changed that much from her portrait at all. She still looked like a lovely, sexy lady hardly approaching the age of forty to me.

She told me I was handsome, but asked what did I want with an old lady like her? Now, let me remind you, her picture doesn't look old at all. In fact, everything about her intrigued me, and when I'm intrigued, I start thinking about how much I'd like to do some major interior exploring with my dick once more. Did I want to spoil my chances and tell her what I really desired or was it better to shut up and take a chance on getting laid by a fine looking woman? Damn! That's a hard one. Okay, the pun just slipped out. But, the point is, did I want to be accused of being lead by my cock again? No, some little strain of honesty forced me to be up front about my desires with her.

Her answer came back: "Well, I guess that's something I can think about."

My joy went into overdrive. The only thing left now was to meet her in person. We chose neutral ground--the parking lot of a national chain restaurant. I got off work, went home to shower, shave and dress appropriately for a hot date. I arrived a few minutes early and kept an eye out for her car. Was it this one? No. That one? I watched for ten or fifteen minutes until she pulled into the parking lot.

I have to tell you the sight of her sucked my breath right out of my lungs. I waved and began to walk over to where she parked. As she got out of the car, I noticed two distinct strong points from a distance. One, she had damn good long legs. Two her abdomen, hips and ass were well upholstered to my taste. Thank goodness she hadn't bought into that white woman's need to be some anorexic model from the fashion shows. She'd worn a small black jacket over an elegant sleeveless cocktail dress.

So anyway when I met her and first looked into her beautiful blue eyes, I realized that I wanted her. I knew my dick begged to stand up and salute her intimately. I wanted to mark this woman the way males marked all important females in their life.

I escorted her into the restaurant for dinner. I'd made sure to reserve a table ahead of time. Even then it took a couple of minutes for us to be seated. We spoke pleasantries. Nothing of any particular concern. It was obvious we were still checking each other out.

I loved what I saw. Sparkling eyes. Classically mature features and flawless skin. No doubt about that. Great figure, too. When she slipped that jacket off her bare shoulders, I was hooked--not to mention her rear end. I reveled in following behind Diane until we'd been seated at our table.

However, I wondered what she made of me? In fact, I kept asking myself at what point would it be okay to ask her, Diane, when can my dick come and linger luxuriously inside your pussy? No doubt about which part of my body tended to lead the conversation at this very moment. Would you mind very much if we primed the pump together for a while? At least until I get the water of life flowing good and strong. Then, you and I can intimately discuss babies--nonverbally, of course. How subtle was that?

Again I looked into her eyes and grinned.

"What?" Diane wiped her hands nervously on her napkin. "You're staring!"

"You're very beautiful."

She screwed up her face in jest. "C'mon, you're just teasing me. Everyone probably thinks I'm old enough to be your mother."

"I doubt that very much," I replied. "Speaking of that, did you bring that picture of your son along with you?"

Her face brightened up. "As a matter of fact, I did." She dug into her purse and came out with a wallet sized photograph of a slightly younger version of herself holding a preschool aged biracial boy. "This is Emil."

I looked at the picture and then looked back at Diane. Yep, same woman all right. It was true! The sexy white lady across the table from me had borne a black baby a few years back. Okay, here it goes. "Diane, have you thought any more about what I asked you about in my emails?"

She flushed. "Ohh! That was unexpected."

"Forgive me for rushing things. But, I've thought about little else since I began corresponding with you."

There was a short pause. Then she whispered, "Me too."

This time I know my face reflected my surprise. "Really?"

She nodded and then looked down into her water glass. "I don't quite know what to say to all of this, but I can't say I'm not...flattered, Tim. I'm just so...flustered."

"That's allowed."

"I'm glad. I'm really going to have to check with my doctor, you know. Women over forty at risk and all that..."

"There's an easier solution you know." I thought I'd take a chance and watch her reaction. "All we have to do is fuck every night and see if my seed catches."

"Tim!" Diane's face went beet red, and her jaw dropped. "People all around us could be listening."

"Not likely..." I reached out and took her hand across the table. I wondered if she'd protest. But she left her hand in the clutches of my own. "Are you enjoying your salad, Diane?"

"What?" She pulled her hand away and began to cut her lettuce leaves into tiny bites. "You are something else, you know that?"

The rest of dinner was as unforgettable as what had gone before. "So can we see your apartment tonight?"

Diane looked into my eyes for a few minutes and then answered. "I think I'd rather see yours."

This time I was caught by surprise. "My place?"

"If you don't mind..." She looked down at her plate again. "I mean the Heights are much closer to the restaurant than my apartment."

"Uhh...my duplex kind of looks like a bachelor's crib, is the mess gonna bother you?"

She shook her head. "No."

I raised my eyebrows. "Okay then, my place it is." I wrote down my address on a paper coaster and slid it to her. "I want you to follow me home in your car, but if you lose me, here's the address."

I learned something important when I took Diane back to my duplex in the Heights. Something I hadn't expected. Since girls my age and younger tend to wear bikini panties and thongs, I am used to seeing those tiny strips of cloth covering a woman's loins. Especially after a formal date.

Diane wore black panties fully appropriate for a woman her age and her size. You know how panties fit on those retro centerfold shots from the fifties and sixties? I don't think she'd planned on being in a situation to have me scrutinize them so closely. On the other hand, it had been a while since I'd gotten any woman stripped down to where I could examine the way her panties fit on her hips, abdomen, and pubic mound. Turns out it had been even longer since Diane found herself in the same position with a man.

As I said before, the place looks pretty much like a poor man's bachelor pad. Décor is early Salvation Army and curbside pick-up. I'm afraid all I've got in my bedroom is a twin bed. However, Diane agreed that even a twin bed would provide more than enough room for what we had in mind.

I helped Diane out of her black dress, her strapless bra, and peeled off her black panties in a short time. Once those panties came off, everything between us changed. The aroma of the woman smelled glorious. Damp, musky, feminine and inviting. I left my nose centered right where her pubic mound and curly hairs were and intentionally sniffed her pungent fragrance. I sensed I'd get a chance to play with all the folds of her labia lips in a matter of just a few minutes. Needless to say, I could hardly wait.

Now it was my turn to disrobe. Needless to say I still saluted her close proximity with my erected saber.

Diane smiled. "Okay, I'm impressed."

Against my better judgment, I asked her if she wanted me to find a condom.

I could see the thoughts churning in her brain for a moment. Then, shaking her head, Diane walked up to me and stepped into my arms. "That's not in our agreement, is it?"

This time as I grinned, she dropped to her knees from a standing position and her fingers began to caress my erected cock. Her tongue ran a slow delicious slide up and down the shaft, enticing me even more. As if my impulsive substitute for a brain could stand up any straighter. Oh yeah, I was definitely doing all my thinking with my dick. I tangled my fingers up in her dark, shoulder length hair and pulled her head against my groin. What an incredible intensity Diane ignited for a forty year old woman. Who would've believed it?

I threw my head back. I wanted to climax; yet, I didn't want to ejaculate into her mouth and waste a full load of potent sperm. I moaned out a gasping "No..." and then forced her head back away from my penis.

Her blue eyes twinkled, as Diane looked up into mine. "Almost had you." Her tongue flicked out and slurped a small drop of milky liquid from the aperture at the end of my cock. Her action caused me to shiver.

"C'mon. Up on the bed, you," I insisted as I helped her back to her feet, and then guided her naked body into a sitting position on the bed. "You understand that once we get started on this course, there's no stopping us."

Diane nodded. "You've made that very clear."

"Good." I hadn't had any woman at all since well before I'd begun corresponding with her in early August. Now you could count the days down until September arrived and here a naked white woman sat on my bed, tempting me with her smile and a body that simply wouldn't quit. "Because this won't be our last night together, if I can help it."

Her body excited my primal needs, no doubt about that. But I wondered what it was about this forty year old woman that really appealed to me--besides her race. Then I realized that her face reflected the kind of quiet acceptance that told me that she was willing to give into my demands. Demands for sex, for long term companionship, my demands for a biracial baby--she looked willing to accommodate each one.

Like I hinted before, I could see that willingness in her smile, her face--her eyes. Once again I'd come to point where I was leading with my dick. My dick needed to be nestled inside a warm, wet woman, and my mind specifically wanted that woman to be Diane. I moved between her knees, ready to top her pale thighs with no hesitancy. But I fought that impulse with the desire to taste the essence of the mature woman before me.

I dropped my lips down to engage the standing jut of her nipples one at a time. My tongue circled each nipple leaving a little trail of saliva. When I blew gently on her areole, I saw tiny goosebumps appear on the light brown flesh. Diane gasped softly.

Soon I dropped my mouth two feet lower, taking her labia and spreading them with my fingers and probing Diane's lower lips with my tongue. She didn't taste like honey or sweet wine. No, if anything, Diane tasted like black olives and dressing. I enjoyed the flavor and aroma of her natural nectar mixed together when my lips pushed deep into the cleft of her cunt. Her moan vibrated like a purr deep in her throat, while I tried my best to concentrate on the entire delectably sensitive surface of her pussy lips.

I could tell from the sound of her groans that it had been a long time since she'd had a man's lips and tongue fully buried in her cunt. I loved everything about the experience as well. By this time she'd gripped my scalp with both hands in order to keep my head and mouth close in between her thighs. As I watched and listened, I held Diane's hips down against the bed while my lady flushed beet red and had what must have been a deeply satisfying orgasm.

Finally she protested. "Tim, stop! Please! It's time to move forward, okay?"

"Do you mean it?" I asked as I crawled up onto the bed and straddled her. Smeared with her intimate juices, my face had to have smelled quite musky.

However, she kissed me anyway. "Of course, I mean it." I stabilized myself along her naked thighs and abdomen, and she used her hand to guide my cock into position to meld with her splayed loins. "Do it, Tim!" Then she grunted, catching her breath, as I thrust forward with my hips.

This lovely forty year old white woman and I were conjoined sexually. Now my dick was definitely stuck somewhere I wanted it to be. Diane shuddered and closed her eyes as I penetrated her sloppy wet tissues. The squishing sounds of her pussy interacting with my cock sounded like another conversation between us happening right where we conjoined.

I watched her face carefully until she opened her eyes again. Then I smiled. "You feel beautiful. I love the way your pussy sucks me right in."

She came up to kiss me once again. "Thank you. I didn't realize how much I missed being held in a man's arms." What she didn't say was something I could read all over her face: Having a man's cock thrusting up inside of me.

"Like I said, this won't be the last time." It took us a while to establish a comfortable rhythm.

Once we did, Diane began to moan sensually. Her voice actually seemed to sound younger and more girlish as we continued to make love. "I love the way you fit inside me, Tim. Just like you were made for me."

"I was," I answered trying to maintain our rhythm. "I knew that from the moment we met."

Long minutes went by where my erection explored and examined every internal inch of Diane's cunt. We'd generated so much natural lubricant between us that the slurping sound of our togetherness echoed through my bedroom like primitive percussion layered with the beat of the mattress springs playing in counterpoint. The whole sloppy mix heightened our excitement.

Nevertheless, the strongest tingling sensations came when I began to churn the pliant tissues deep inside her. Alternating between a circular motion and a plunging, pounding motion, I let every inch of my penis bathe in the natural juices of Diane's vulnerable vagina. Jesus, life was good at this moment!

Closing her eyes again, Diane's cheeks flushed. Her neck and the top of her chest over her breasts reddened and her breathing became very erratic. Her climax surprised me--gladdened me--and ignited my own. I hadn't expected this at all. There was so much more I wanted to do to her, but my body had taken control and my mind couldn't stop any of it.

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Ace Tantric Massage London

Tantra is also sometimes called Tantricsm and is an ancient philosophy dating back hundreds if not thousands of years. At Ace Massage, we believe unequivocally in this idea and concept and we handle every client from a comprehensive perspective, and guide them from the beginnings of Tantra or also work with people with more of an advanced level. Tantric treatment can reduce physical distress, obsessive trepidation and blame, emotional issues, intimacy issues in people and couples, promote sexual healing, helping the individual or couple to regain lost meaning and to explore new areas.

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In your Tantric therapy session you will be taught to inhale deeply and completely, this aids in completely clearing everything from the mind, and in the process can teach control of sexual urges and frustrations. Through controlling a simple element such as breathing, we empower ourselves to deal with many common flaws or psychological problems that guys come up against like premature ejaculation and also being able to maintain and having sexual feelings with their partner Whenever Tantra is mentioned, people only think of Tantric sex, thus assumes that Tantric treatment is a sexual process which is most certainly not always the case as anyone involved in Tantric therapy can testify. Maybe the thought emerges that it is simply a basic happy ending massage, shrewdly called something else to camouflage a sexual experience. The reality of the matter is that Ace Massage will work on a range of elements of Tantra, with a full body massage but tutor and teach the client in the process on the realm of Tantric therapy

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The benefits of tantric massage

Tantric massage is based on the art of tantra. It has been practiced for more than 9000 years. The origin of Tantra is said to be in the Himalayan Mountains in India. Religious leaders believed that the path to a higher form of ecstasy and liberation was a sexual ritual. A tantric massage is different from the usual massage in that it is known as the union of two opposite forces Yin and Yan. The aim of a tantric massage is to provide a person with sexual delight. A tantric massage has some benefits as compared to the usual massage. No single gender benefits from a tantric massage more than the other. Here are a few benefits of a tantric massage:

1. It helps in relieving stress

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2. Emotional healing

The main aim of a tantric massage is emotional healing. A tantric massage will have good physical attributes, but it is also superb in providing emotional well-being. Most people assume that a tantric massage is just for arousal, but this is not the first aim. It is however well appreciated by the body. This is why most people call it an erotic massage.

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Tantric massages improve blood flow throughout your body. It also enhances your overall emotional well-being and also decreasing the stress levels in your body. All of these will lead to better health. A tantric massage leaves you with an improved emotional and physical health. The tantric massage also helps you improve your breathing. It is combined with some breathing techniques known as the pranayama. If exercise regularly, these techniques combined with a tantric massage improves your exercising capabilities and alertness. In times of injury and diseases, improved breathing and relaxation improves healing time significantly.

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A tantric massage relieves the blood pressure if done regularly and combined with the breathing techniques. When the body and mind are relaxed, the blood pressure stays at the normal level. Remember stress causes the heart to beat faster increasing the blood pressure. A tantric massage is a good solution for this. Most people confuse a tantric massage with an erotic massage. They might be similar, but they do not serve the same purpose. An erotic massage is only meant for sexual arousal while a tantric massage has many other health benefits apart from sexual arousal.

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Nuru is a form of erotic massage technique that requires one or more masseuses to rub their bodies against the client’s body. In a Nuru massage, both parties should be nude and covered with tasteless and odorless massage oil. Having a massage relaxes the body and relieves tension. This makes you feel lighter and stress-free. The word nuru originated from the Japanese language, and it means smooth or slippery.

The Nuru massage is a full body sexy massage like no other. It is a popular massage technique in Japanese bath houses for several decades. The Nuru gel is heated to a comfortable temperature and then it is applied to the parties when they are completely nude. The masseuse who is mostly a lady rubs and glides her body over her client. This causes a unique sensation that is arousing. Nuru massage is also known as a body slide. There is also a version of nuru that uses soap instead of the special Nuru gel. The Nuru massage is a full body and orgasmic massage. It awakens all the sexual sensitivities of your body and takes you on an adventurous journey which will have a happy ending.

Nuru is a natural product that is made with nori which is an edible seaweed normally used in sushi. Nuru gel is the most slippery lubricating massage oil that is in use until today. It is colorless and does not stain or damage fabric materials. It also contains aloe vera an ingredient that is good for revitalizing and moisturizing the skin. The Nuru gel is applied to a large area of the body and during the massage; the masseuse will try to get the widest possible body contact with the client. The masseuse will use her entire body on the client who is being treated.

A Nuru massage is an ancient art of relaxation. It provides you with an experience like no other arousing your inner feelings and sensations. During a Nuru massage, every part of your body is fully massaged giving pleasure and relaxation where you need it. If you are feeling stressed, tired or feeling pain in your body, it’s the high time you tried out the Nuru massage. The massage is based on stimulation of muscles directing the flow of energy using pressure, movements, and friction on the muscles.

Experience Sensual Nuru Massage

To experience the best of a Nuru massage, it is best that you as the client be prepared to let go of every kind of stress in your mind. For the masseuse, a Nuru massage is not like any other massage. It requires perfect movements and techniques. Nuru is expanding from Japan where it originated to other parts of the world. As the client, you have to remember that an erotic massage does not mean providing sexual service. However, all this depends on your masseuse. If you are seeking pleasure, go for a Nuru massage, and you will not be disappointed. You will come out of the massage parlor with your skin revitalized and feeling relaxed and stress-free.

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(Part 4 from 4)

"I'll try to get home early," I said. Ruth took some cold cuts and bread with us and we had sandwiches for lunch. While we ate, they both started asking me a lot of questions about college and informed me once more that they were both definitely going. Somehow their intellectual curiosity was aroused, so they talked me into taking them to a science center in the wildlife sanctuary in the next town. We had a good time looking at the nature exhibits and walking along the trails. When we arrived home, we all pitched in to prepare supper. Actually, I helped. They prepared supper, and it was good too.
"Let me make sure our house is ok," said Tracy. She took the key and came back a few minutes later. She had a video in her hand. "This might be fun to watch," she said. We had to clear away the supper mess. As I said, they were unable to do anything else until cleaning up was completed.

Even though weather had warmed a little, I made up another fire. We popped the tape into the player and cuddled together watching the screen. It was about two girl friends that did just about everything with everybody, including each other. No wonder Ruth and Tracy knew so much. My cock was hard within seconds. Soon we were down to our underwear, me in just my briefs, Tracy in her cute panties, and Ruth in her bra and panties. I could barely wait until the tape ended.

As soon as it was over, Ruthy and Tracy amused each other and me with lewd parts of the dialogue from the x-rated video. I could see that they knew the lines quite well. No doubt they had watched it many times. They did a little strip tease, removing the last garments and leaving themselves bare to my gaze. I could see now that both still had bare pussies, but a small patch of fuzz was visible on Ruth's mound. Through their outer lips I could see the pink, inner folds, already dewy with their secretions, peeking out. I wanted those delectable cunts in my mouth. I ran my tongue across my lips.

"I want," I whispered hoarsely, "to eat both of your little cunts." I heard little moans come from each of them. Slowly, they moved toward me and sat in our little nest of pillows and quilts. I had heard about something that I thought would be nice, so I arranged them and myself in a little circle, head to toe. "Why don't we," I suggested, "take turns sucking each other. We can switch around and have some fun." I lifted up Ruthy's leg and began kissing inside her thigh. Taking the cue, she pushed her face between her sister's legs and began to attack the waiting pussy. Soon I felt a mouth on my hardon, as Tracy began to caress my cock and balls with her soft lips.

I was becoming as excited by the flavor of Ruthy's cunt as much as she was with my tongue buried inside her vagina. I replaced my tongue with my finger and tickled the membranes of her love-hole while I licked her little clitoris. I could feel Tracy's sucking mouth moving over my balls and cock. I still had the image of her pretty face at work from the night before even though I was too involved to watch her now. I did catch a glimpse of Ruthy, working her mouth across her sister's juicy cunt.

"Let's switch around," I suggested when I felt myself becoming excited. I did not want this to be over too soon. The short time it took to move about allowed me to cool off enough to enjoy Tracy's bald pussy. I locked my lips on the smooth labia and dipped my tongue into her slit. I could feel young Ruthy trying to force my cock deeper into her mouth. I concentrated on tasting the sweet flavor of little Tracy's pussy and drove my tongue deep into her, lapping the length of her girlish slit. She was becoming hugely excited by our three-way oral sex. Her little pelvis was rotating softly against my face, drenching me with her love juices.

She became so excited that I knew that she should be helped immediately. I pushed a finger deep into her little, tight vagina and sucked her clit, as she frantically drove her cunt against my head. My mouth was already filled with her secretions when she shook and came in my mouth, flooding my face with her aromatic juices. I felt Ruthy's mouth pull away from my swollen cock.

"Oh god, Tracy," she whined, "Don't stop yet! I need to come so bad!"

Tracy remembered her duty to her sister, and Ruthy returned to sucking my cock until she released me once more to wail out her orgasmic pleasure. When she recovered, she did not place me in her mouth again, but rose and pushed me over onto my back.

"I want to try something," she said, her face flushed her arousal. Straddling me, she lowered herself until her pussy was rubbing my cockhead. Turning my head, I could see her sister, still stunned by her own climax, staring at Ruthy through half-shut eyes.

"We got to be careful," I said. "We can't..."

"I know... I know." Ruthy replied, "but I have to see. I need to try this." The grabbed my cock, still wet from her mouth, and rubbed it along her bare labia pushing it along the honeyed grove between the pouty lips. Each pass seemed to press my cock deeper into her inner folds. Soon the head was barely visible, and I could feel it at the opening of her young vagina. The young girl increased the pressure and the head entered her and was immediately closely wrapped her soft, wet membranes.

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Ruthy moaned softly. She pushed down harder; I slid deeper into her. I looked at her face and saw no sign of pain. She gasped and pushed again. She was tight and slick, and I loved her little cunt around my meat even though most of me was still outside.

"This is so fucking good," she gasped. "I feel so filled up." She pushed hard and now more of me was inside than outside. "Oh yeah!" she cried. I was afraid to do anything, afraid I would spoil this by hurting her. She let most of her weight press on our divine junction. She slid down my pole until my pubic hair concealed the view of her pussy.

"Fucking shit!" said Tracy. "You did it! How does it feel?"
"Un-fucking-believable!" Ruthy said. She closed her eyes and rolled her head.
"Didn't that hurt?" I asked. I was surprised at how I fit completely inside the little girl and how she had taken me in without showing any discomfort.

"No, it feels great, really great," she sighed. "Tracy and I fool around with mom's vibrator, but this is even better." I could feel her little butt flex. "Yeah, it's the way it feels inside me, even though it doesn't buzz and quiver." Ruthy began to rock back and forth, making my penis move in and out a little. It was getting to be too much.

"Oh man, Ruthy, we have to stop... or there's going to be a bit accident."

"Yeah, I know, she whispered softly with a sad look on her face. She began to raise herself up. I watched my member emerge from her cunt, glistening with her juices. At last she pulled herself free with a wet, slurping sound. A strand of lubricant stretched from her pussy to my cock and then parted.

"I'll buy some rubbers, sexikins. Then we can do it," I promised. My aching cock made me moan.
"Let me give you a nice blow job now, Terry," she said. "I'll take care of that hard cock."
"Hey," said Tracy. "You got to put him inside you and get to suck him too?"

"Ok, you can help, Tracy," Ruth said. "And maybe next time he can try out your little pussy too." She leaned over me and began to suck my cock, licking off her own vaginal juices. Allowing me slip free, she murmured, "Yeah, I love doing that. Go ahead, Tracy; now you do him for a while." She sat up as her little sister began to suck on my swollen cock. "Just let me finish him off and make him come in my mouth."

I watched with increasing excitement as they took turns sucking my penis. Soon I was ready to discharge another load or cum. "Here it is," I moaned. Ruthy was sucking me and locked her lips around my cockhead. She stroked my shaft, and I shot my first jet of semen into her mouth. She flinched when it slammed into her, and I saw her throat convulse as she cleared her mouth with a big swallow. Before she could finish, I gave her another shot, and she was forced to pull her mouth off, so that the next squirt hit her in the face. Gamely she held her open mouth in front of my unruly hose and caught another shot with only a few drops splattering on her lips.

"Take over, Tracy," she mumbled, trying to sweep up the errant droplets with her finger. Tracy leaned down and put her mouth around my cock, but only one last little jet of semen emerged. She kept her lips on me and milked the rest out with her hand, licking the drops from the head with her pink tongue.

Not a drop of my sticky cum remained. The two young sisters had taken in all that I had to offer. We lay together in our nest, warmed by the fire's radiation.

"Let's stay here tonight," Tracy said. "This is so much fun."

Exhausted by our sexual workout, we dozed in front of the fire. I partially woke with a start, recalling that I had hidden a couple of condoms in some socks. When we wake up, I promised myself, I'll give Ruthy the fuck she's been wanting.

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Friday Night Maid Part 3

By Diane91020

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On Friday she goes out with friends, he becomes the maid
Friday Night Maid - Part 3 - by Diane Leonard

[I walked towards his side of the bed, stood just out of reach. Took my models pose, leaned back, and said, "Good evening sir. May I stay here for a while? I have no place to sleep anymore." part 2 ending]

With that, Roger got this huge smile, jumped out of bed and almost broke the door off as he closed it. He walked over towards me, stood about 5 feet away and began to take in the image. Walking over to me, his hands began to touch me softly. I stood there not sure what to do. His hands untied my sash, and opened the robe, exposing my exquisite baby doll. He used his fingers to touch my breasts, and test the flesh. His caressing brought my nipples to extreme protrusion and erectness, the nipples clearly visible thru the sensual material.

"Yes sir, they are about as real as I can be. My wife told me that I was to be here with you tonight. That tonight, she and I were girlfriends and that she and her man would be together in the master bedroom and that I was no longer the maid but her girlfriend until tomorrow morning, and that I had my man waiting for me too. Roger, will you be my man. Please?"

Roger smiled, slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I looked at him, as his lips came towards me. My breathing quickened at the expectation of more. I raised my arms, put them around his neck and as our lips met, I exploded. My body rocked from it. Something inside blew up and not only trembled me, but filled my panties. I could feel the fluids start to run down my thighs a bit.

The kiss was soft. His lips only barely touching mine as his arms and hands slipped around me and pulled me slowly into his soft tender embrace. My hands came to rest on the back of his shoulders, my fingers near the short hairs on the back of his neck. I could feel my breasts pressing his hard chest. Roger was no Tom, but he fit exactly what I liked in a man. He was artistically cute with boyish charm. My eyes were closed, and I was feeling like I had known him forever. I just relaxed and let my body go with the flow, and flow it did.

I allowed my body to fold right into his, letting his arms and hands guide me to just how he wanted me. I was leaning back a bit I parted my lips slightly and he got the hint, and slowly inserted his tongue into my mouth. I took it, as his hands began to fondle my ass, pulling me tightly into his crotch. He was still only wearing his shorts, and it was very clear to me that he was very happy to see me. He began to softly rub it on my lingerie-clad tummy. I was truly happy right now.

We stood there for what seemed like an eternity, but turned out to be only 15 minutes. We were like 2 teenagers at the movies. I am sure you remember those days. Young, innocent, so eager to explore and feel things you have never felt before.

When we came up for air, I felt so flushed. I lost my balance and caught the edge of the dresser to keep from falling, and Roger sat back and sat on the bed. His eyes glazed over. But I knew he was happy. The huge smile on his face told me.

"Diane, I don't know what to say. You make me feel, well, so excited. You are a beautiful woman. Your breasts, thighs and how that baby doll fits you in just the right places." He reached out, caressed my cheek and then took my hand and led me to the bed and sat down and gently pulled on my hand. I swiveled and sat next to him. His eyes wandered from my eyes to my toes, stopping at all the good places in between.

"Diane, I am so happy you are here with me now. Will you really be with me tonight?" Just as I started to say yes, we both heard a loud squeal from the master bedroom. We looked at each other, knowing what that meant and smiled. "I guess they are at it already Diane." With that, he moved in and kissed me again, his arms engulfed me and as we kissed, we both scooted up onto the bed, and I lay on my back and he moved next to me. I lay my head on his arm/shoulder, and as his lips descended upon mine; his free hand began to wander. Touching, caressing, stroking me in the most delightful ways.

His kisses were soft, tender, yet masculine and wonderful. I felt so perfect in his arms, like it was destiny that I am there with him. It's not easy to describe the feelings his lips and fingers awoke in my body. His lips moved down my jaw line, and began to playfully tease my ears, neck and shoulder. I had never felt like this, and I never ever wanted to feel any other way

My long painted fingernails softly stroked and teased his hardback. As his lips moved to my new breasts, I found that my fingers looked so perfect when resting and teasing his masculine skin and how delightful they looked as they ran through his hair, pulling his head into my breasts as he nibbled and sucked my now totally erect nipples. I closed my eyes and wondered what we looked like to anyone watching. I knew in my mind that if I were watching, I would find it totally erotic.

I just reveled in the sensations his lips and fingers brought to my newly feminized body. There was nothing I wanted more than to feel him on top of me, as any woman would want her man. I found myself almost purring, little gurgles from my painted lips escaped as he delighted me in every way. As his fingers found my gartered thighs, I thought, its almost here, and I parted them, and allowed my man access to my womanly charms. To my total delight, his fingers treated my now pantied crotch as I anticipated he would any female he touched.

His fingers were soft, tender, caressing, stroking, pressing softly, almost in unison with his hungry mouth suckling my now womanly breasts. I found myself wanting more and more with each touch, each kiss. My hips began to push my pantied crotch against his hand, pressing, moving, in tune to some internal counter that I never thought about. I could imagine the view, a man, laying next to a woman, his hand on her panties and her rubbing herself wantonly against his hand. I can't imagine how much more I could take before I had to have him, but I tried to restrain myself, but it was not working. I wanted him so much, I needed him, and there was no doubt.

We spent over an hour with me on my back and him next to me, he was patient, loving, attentive, sensual, and just about anything and everything a woman could want in a man. But I could not wait. I found my hands urging him to move. Little pulls and urgings that he finally got the hint.

He raised up again, softly kissing me on the lips. My arms now up around his neck and shoulders and as he moved his body, my legs parted wide my outside knee raised, and with slow, deliberate movements he let me know he was the man and that I was now his woman. My parted legs now accepted my man between them and for the first time in my life, I had a male lover between my girlish legs, and I felt wonderful.

My parted legs accepted his body between them. Like they had a mind of they're own, the feet lifted and the legs wrapped around his upper thighs, toe hooking into his legs. I felt so perfectly content. His manhood was so hard, pressing against my panties as if it knew exactly what I really needed, and what he needed, and I was more than willing now to provide that service for him. I was ready, in mind, body and soul. There was no longer any doubt.

His body pressed me down into the bed like I had always dreamed of it being. My arms were up around his neck, fingers in the short hairs of his neck, and my new breasts felt wonderful. I had never felt anything like this before. It was electric. His lips moved from mine, and he looked at me with such love.

"Tonight has just begun baby girl." And with that his lips moved down my jaw line, little kisses to my ears. I started getting goose bumps. My entire body was on fire. Was this how women feel when a man does this? I was enjoying it all. My ears, my neck, shoulders and then he moved down towards my breasts.

His lips and tongue flowed across my cleavage and found a way under the material. My legs released him and he started to slide down, his hands now working the cups down, and my new bare breasts with hard nipples appeared to him. "Diane, they are wonderful" and with that his lips and tongue began to explore my new flesh and extremely tender nipples. I could only gasp as his teeth began to nibble on one.

I barely heard the screams and sounds from the master bedroom as Roger began to pleasure my breasts My hand found his hair and began to move it as I watched him suck my breasts. It looked so right as my fingers moved his head this way and that, pulling him into me tightly. His hands caressing, squeezing, making them big and puffy for his lips and tongue to find and enjoy. I began to make little sounds. To my surprise they were so girlish. So feminine. Between gasps little mews of Terms of endearments and pleasure. Watching this masculine man toying with this body clad in all virgin white was amazing.

He pushed up the bottom of my baby doll, exposing my panties and garters. He made no attempt at anything but licking along the elastic of my panties and garter belt straps. Softly, slowly, as if he truly knew what it was doing to me to feel and watch him. I lifted my head and watched as his masculine face and tongue moved slowly down my thighs, and to my feet and back up to my neck.

I was quivering as he returned to my lips. He kissed me softly again and then lifted up and looked at me. "Diane, I have waited a lifetime for a moment like this. I feel so wondrously excited." I smiled and caressed his cheek.

"Roger, please, make love to me. Make love to me now." As if on cue, another scream of pleasure from the other room. "Make me like that. I need you now, please Roger." With those words, I lifted myself up, and pressed my new breasts against his hard chest and kissed him. Aggressively, wantonly. He got the message. Clearly!

His body responded firmly and as I had hoped. He pressed tightly against me, rubbing and pumping against my white panties as my legs now found their way around him again, and pulled him tightly to me, lifting my hips to press harder, if that were possible.

As we pressed and rubbed, I managed to push his underwear down and off his body, leaving him totally naked. My right hand snaked between our bodies; I started to rub his manhood. It felt so good. I wanted to suck it, lick it, nibble it, but I could not wait for it to be inside of me. Licking and nibbling would have to wait. I needed it now.

"Roger.  I need it now. Please, don't wait." As I said it, I turned my head and looked at the tube of lube that was on the nightstand. He followed my gaze, and knew that I wanted it. He lifted up, smiled, and reached for the lube. I watched as he stroked for me, looking at me with the lust, the desire, and yes, I think there was love there too.

"Diane, I think that your first time will be easier if you are on your tummy or on your hands and knees." I remembered all of the videos and photos I had seen and fantasized about, and smiled at him.

"Yes, I think you are right." I moved away, and as I got on my hands and knees, I remembered the mirrored wardrobe doors. They showed a woman, dressed in virginal white, on her hands and knees, looking in the mirror watching a very handsome man applying something to his engorged manhood.

I watched as Roger wiped his hands and moved between my legs, his hands caressing my ass through the baby doll. I watched as he lifted the hem, exposed my panty-clad ass and softly rubbed. "Diane, this will hurt, I won't lie to you. I want you to know this is going to be done with love. I promise to be gentle."

With that, his hands caressed my hips, and slowly pulled the panties down to the tops of my thighs, exposing my smooth, hairless behind. I had often delighted in the feel of slowly pulling my panties off, and feeling the elastic of the waist band move slowly down over my ass, but as Roger did it, it was like a million little sexual charges going off. He was deliberately, intentionally slow, allowing the soft material of my panties to slide erotically across my ass until they reached the cupping right under the cheeks of my ass. Not even reaching my thighs. I tried to speak, but I could not. I just watched as this man, MY MAN, slowly moved between my legs and took that magnificent lance and began to rub my body with it. I felt it pressing my virgin entry and I tried to relax. I pushed back, hoping it would slide in. I felt the stretching as it tried to enter my newly cleaned out womanhood. I was about to loose my virginity. I wanted to. I needed to. I wanted to give it to him.

Suddenly, I felt him. With one push, he not only got the head into me, but because I was empty, he went all the way in. Totally! As his hips joined my full round ass, I screamed. Loudly. But, it was not me. It was high-pitched, girlish, and very high. I turned and looked in the mirror, and it was a woman. Her man starting to make love to her. Slowly, intently, smoothly. I began to giggle at the sight. Her pert breasts jiggling with each thrust of his love muscle. It was like watching a movie. A movie that I was staring in. I felt each movement and yet watched it intently in the mirror.

I watched as his left hand ran from my hip along my side and began to caress the girl's breast, MY breast. I knew that this would not last long. The first one never does, but it was so glorious.

His thrusts became more urgent. "Diane, I don't want to cum yet, but I can't stop myself. Oh, Diane, here, yes, yes... oh my gawd YES."

And with that, he filled me with his wonderful seed. I watched as this man, filled his woman with his spunk. I felt the heat of his cum filling my tummy. I exploded inside like nothing I had ever experienced before. The heat ran from my breasts to my crotch. My panties filled with fluid. But it was so different than anything I had ever experienced before in my life. This was so internal.

I collapsed on the bed, Roger falling with me, laying on my back, still impaled on his lance, our breathing ragged. How I loved feeling this. Feeling this handsome man on top of me. I could not wait to know what it would be like to be on my back and feel him on top of me, looking down into my eyes as he impaled me on his muscle. I would not have to wait long. As he regained his breathing, he began to kiss my neck, my ears and started caressing my arm and sides.

"Diane, that was so wonderful. I have never felt anything like this in my life. I hope that it was as wonderful for you."

"Yes. I can't explain it but yes." I could hardly breathe with his weight on me but it was so delightful, I could manage.

And so it started. I did things that night that I never thought I would dare to. We made love like two teenagers in heat. In fact, I guess we were mentally. I delighted in learning oral skills I had only dreamed about, and watching a man make love to me like I had never experienced before. There was something special about me getting out of bed, getting a warm wet washcloth and lovingly washing him, and then starting all over again. I so loved the experience of feeling his manly flesh in my mouth.

How special he made me feel. There really is no way to describe the feeling. We had both discovered something that had been missing in our lives for longer than either of us ever thought. What we began at 1:15 am, we were still doing at 4:30 am.

I was snuggled up under Rogers arm, my small breasts pressing his ttorso, my wig long gone and my natural longish below shoulder hair mussed beyond any recognizable style. I woke softly; with out the realization of what had happened for about 5 seconds, and it all came flooding back. A delightful smile crossed my lips. That taste, the smell, it had really happened. My body ached so delightfully. It was 6:30 am when I woke.

I slowly moved away from him, trying not to wake him, and as I pulled the covers back, I was only wearing my cupless bra, garter belts, stockings, and well-soaked and stained panties. The panties mussed quite a bit, but still in place. The baby doll and robe long gone as I noticed them tossed on the armchair next to the bed. As I moved my legs over the edge of the bed, I looked in the mirror. Even in my totally messed up look, I only saw woman. She looked saited. Happy! Fully pleasured. She had a smile that could only mean one thing. She WAS well and fully pleasured.

As I got up, Roger stirred a bit but did not wake. I walked over to the bathroom and as I turned on the light, I got a very big surprise.  I found my black maids uniform, clean undies, a note and a Polaroid photo. I turned and closed the door, and I picked up the photo. It was taken sometime during the last couple of hours. It showed Roger and I. We were asleep, but not covered by the sheets. He was on his back, his arm extended, with my head on his shoulder/chest snuggled up tight my right hand holding his manhood. The photo showed a woman with her man, sleeping after a wonderful night of pleasure. I blushed thinking that my wife had come in and pulled back the sheets and took the photo of us, but my nipples again became engorged and sensitive as I looked again and again at this woman and her man asleep in bed. They looked so happy.

I picked up the note. It read:

"Dear Diane, You will make coffee and then bring it to my bedroom along with orange juice and toast at 8:30 am. You will knock, and announce yourself, asking permission to enter. For now, this is MY bedroom. I have a guest and you will address him as Master and myself as Mistress. I am the Mistress of the house and you are my servant. My personal ladies maid. And that is how you will behave today. You will be inspected and expected to appear totally female, as a maid should be. I have no idea what time my guest will leave, so be prepared to serve all day and tonight as well. Your guest is welcome to stay as well if he so chooses. He will carry visitor status. Not equal to Tom but you will obey. Mistress Susan

PS, you and your friend looked so adorable at 5 am, I could not resist taking some photographs. I left one for you."

I could not believe it. She had more photographs? What now? I examined myself in the mirror. My make up would need major repairs and my hair, well; I might be able to work something with it. My wig needed major work so I just would have to use my shoulder length hair.

I spent the next hour getting changed and fixing myself back up. New stockings, panties, and then slipped into my uniform again. The feeling of dressing in it, always thrilled me, excited me. I had never put it back on after a Friday night. This was a new, delicious feeling. I always loved the feel of new stockings slipping up shaved smooth legs, and how the tops gripped my thighs so tenderly, erotically.  The way the stocking tops were always on display when I walked and moved in the uniform. They were only hidden when I stood up straight and did not move. My hands stroked the stocking covered legs and the Goosebumps were always there. It was such a wonderful feeling. The added tickles of the petticoat under the short uniform skirt just added to the attention distractions.

I so loved being a woman, and now, after a night with Roger, well, part of a night anyway, I felt more womanly than I ever had before. My bare nipples rubbing against the material of my uniform were so sensitive from a night of Rogers playful loving; I felt every thread of the fabric. I fluffed up my breasts and made sure that they were all puffy to ensure the most cleavage visible in the low cut uniform. I wanted to show off as much as I could, especially for Roger. I finished off with a fluff of hair, since I left it down, I hopded my wife/Mistress would not be mad or upset. Hopefully she would understand why I did it this way.

After examining myself in the mirror I was truly happy with the appearance. I turned out the light and opened the door. Roger was still asleep. It was 8 am, and I did have half an hour. I slipped out of the room and got the coffee going and laid out the bread and things I would need and then returned to my new lover.

He was still asleep so I went into the bathroom, got a warm washcloth, pulled back the covers and as I caressed his flaccid manhood with my long painted fingers I began to wash his marvelous flesh. He stirred and started to fill from my attentive caresses. When he was clean, I leaned over and began to kiss his flesh. The warmth and attention of my lips and tongue woke him and his hands began to caress my head. I so loved his responses to me. We had only known each other for a few hours, but I felt like I had loved him forever.

As I looked up into his eyes, I began to suck him in earnest and as expected he came with a rush and a low grunt, flooding my painted lips with his love. As he finished, I licked and then washed him clean, rose up, kissed him and explained what I had to do. I laid out his clothing on the foot of the bed and as I was going down stairs. I got the photo and gave it to him and kissed him. "We had visitors while we slept," and with that, I was gone to get my wife/Mistresses and her new lover and my new Master their coffee.

It was 8:15 and I left and walked down to the kitchen and finished the tray held two cups of coffee, 2 glasses of juice, 4 pieces of toast, the Creamer, sugar, jam and silver wear. OH.. and with that I went to the garden, got a red rose from our bushes and came back, put it in a glass and with that, walked to the master bedroom door. I watched the hall clock and at exactly 8:30, I knocked, softly.

"Mistress? Are you awake?"

end part 3


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From the university of perversity: An A to Z of non-researched sexual paraphilias (Part 4)

Today’s blog is the fourth part in my review of little researched (and in most cases non-researched) sexual paraphilias and strange sexual behaviours. (You can read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, and Part 3 here). I’ve tried to locate information on all of these alleged sexual behaviours listed below and in some cases have found nothing more than a definition (some of which were in Dr. Anil Aggrawal’s book Forensic and Medico-legal Aspects of Sexual Crimes and Unusual Sexual Practices and/or Dr. Brenda Love’s Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices).

  • Astraphilia: This behaviour refers to the sexual attraction toward thunder and lightening, although is sometimes defined as sexual attraction to lightening only. (In a previous blog, I noted that brontophilia is often defined as being sexually attracted to thunder and lightening).
  • Bastinado: This behaviour (also known as Falanga) is a form of foot beating where the soles of a person’s bare feet are beaten continually with such implements as leather/rubber straps, bats, canes, rods, electric cords, truncheons, etc. According to Michael Samadhi’s Joy of Kink website, “the documented history of bastinado goes back more than 1000 years, and it’s been employed by repressive regimes like the Nazi’s and the Khmer Rouge”.
  • Climacophilia: This behaviour refers to individuals that get sexually aroused from falling down the stairs. There hasn’t been a wide body of research conducted on people affected with this particular sexual preference and/or fetish. This particular paraphilia got lots of press coverage when the psychologist Dr. Jesse Bering published his 2014 book Perv: The Sexual Deviant In All Of Us that mentioned 46 different paraphilias, many of which were described as outside of the statistical norm”.
  • Defecaloesiophilia: This behaviour refers to individuals that are sexual aroused by painful bowel movements (the word derived from its phobia opposite ‘defecaloesiophobia’). I’ve never found anyone online admitting to having such a paraphilia although there certainly appears to be those with haemorrhoid fetishes as I outlined in one of my previous blogs.
  • Erythrophilia: This behaviour (sometimes referred to as erytophilia and ereuthophilia) refers to being sexually aroused by the colour red (but some definitions say it is also to red lights and even blushing (i.e., red faced individuals). Although I’ve come across a few individuals online that admit to having a blushing fetish I’ve yet to find anyone admitted to being sexually aroused specifically by the colour red.
  • Francophilia: This behaviour refers to those who derive sexual arousal towards France or French culture. Anecdotally I know of women who claim to be sexually aroused to the French accent and I mentioned a few examples in my blog on xenophilia (sexual arousal from foreigners) but whether this paraphilia genuinely exists is debateable.
  • Gomphipothic: According to the Right Diagnosis website, gomphipothic refers to being sexually aroused by the sight of teeth. (This appears to be another name for odontophilia that I covered in a previous blog).
  • Hephephilia: This behaviour refers to individuals who have a compulsion to steal specific items related to their fetish such as retifists (shoe fetishists) who steal items of footwear (for example) from shoe shops or innocent victims at the beach. An article on the Toeslayer website recalls an infamous case from 1979 in Japan involving the “shoe thief of Tokyo”. Over three-and-a-half years (before he was finally caught), he accosted women, stole their shoes, and then ran off. When arrested, the police found 127 pairs of women’s shoes at his home.
  • Ichthyophilia: This behaviour refers to those who derive sexual arousal from fish. I have never seen any case study in the academic literature although in previous blogs I did outline cases of humans having sex with other water creatures (cephalopods like octopus and squid) and there are certainly zoophilic films where fish have been used as a masturbatory aid. (There are of course the infamous stories about the band Led Zeppelin, groupies, and fish tales that you can Google for yourselves – just type in ‘Led Zeppelin’ and ‘red snapper’ or ‘mud shark’).
  • Japanophilia: This behaviour refers to those who derive adoexual arousal towards Japan or Japanese culture. Some of my readers have accused me of having Japanophilia given the number of blogs I have written about Japanese sexuality and fetishes (but I can assure you I haven’t).
  • Kinbaku-bi: This behaviour refers to a Japanese type of bondage and has the literal meaning of ‘tight binding’. According to the Wikipedia entry on Japanese bondage, Kinbaku-bi “involves tying up the bottom [the receiver] using simple yet visually intricate patterns, usually with several pieces of thin rope…In Japanese, this natural-fibre rope is known as ‘asanawa’; the Japanese vocabulary does not make a distinction between hemp and jute. The allusion is to the use of hemp rope for restraining prisoners, as a symbol of power, in the same way that stocks or manacles are used in a Western BDSM context. The word ‘shibari’ came into common use in the West at some point in the 1990s to describe the bondage art Kinbaku”.
  • Lockiophilia: This behaviour refers to sexual arousal derived from childbirth (and is named after its opposite phobia – lockiophobia). In a previous blog I did look at childbirth fetishism which you can read here.
  • Metrophilia: This behaviour refers to sexual arousal derived from poetry. I don’t doubt that some poetry (like music) can contribute to sexual arousal (and that there is fetish-based and other erotic poetry) but I know of no actual case (anecdotal or otherwise). Prove me wrong and I will happily write about it.
  • Normophilia: This was a term coined by the sexologist Professor John Money and refers those only sexually aroused by acts considered normal by their religion or society (and excellently critiqued by Dr. Lisa Downing in a 2010 issue of Psychology and Sexuality).
  • Ochlophilia: This behaviour refers to sexual arousal derived from crowds or mobs. I’m not aware this exists as a standalone fetish but frotteurs (those who derive sexual arousal from rubbing up against people) love crowded places as a way of engaging in their preferred sexual behaviour).
  • Phalloorchoalgolagnia: According to Dr. Anil Aggrawal’s book Forensic and Medico-legal Aspects of Sexual Crimes and Unusual Sexual Practices, this behaviour refers to sexual arousal by the experiencing of painful stimuli being administered to the male genitals (of which a sub-type would include tamakeri that I examined in a previous blog). It is related to ‘cock and ball torture which the Wikipedia entry (based on Darren Langdridge and Meg Barker’s 2008 book Safe, Sane, and Consensual: Contemporary Perspectives on Sadomasocism) notes “may involve directly painful activities, such as wax play, genital spanking, squeezing, ball-busting, genital flogging, urethral play, tickle torture, erotic electrostimulation, or even kicking. The recipient of such activities may receive direct physical pleasure via masochism, or emotional pleasure through knowledge that the play is pleasing to a sadistic dominant. The practice carries significant health risks”.
  • Queefing fetishism: A little bit of a cheat here as I’ve covered queefing fetishes (sexual arousal from vaginal flatulence) in some detail in a previous blog but there are so few potentially paraphilic behaviours beginning with the letter ‘Q’. (If you feel I’m short-changing you, read my previous article here).
  • Rhytiphilia: This is where individuals derive sexual arousal from facial wrinkles. This would appear to be related to gerontophilia (sexual arousal to people who are much older than the individuals themselves). I doubted whether this fetish actually exists but I have came across individuals that claim to have such fetishes (such as here and here).
  • Stygiophilia: According to Dr. Anil Aggrawal, stygiophilia refers to sexual pleasure from the thought of going to hell. It’s also the name of a novel on the topic by Nathan Tyree.
  • Teleiophilia: This neologism was coined by the sexologist Dr. Ray Blanchard and refers to sexual interest in adults. As the Wikipedia entry on Blanchard notes: “Unlike the terms referring to sexual interest in other age groups, such as paedophilia (sexual interest in prepubescent children), teleiophilia is not considered a paraphilia. The term was formalized in order to forestall neologisms, such as ‘adultophilia’ or ‘normophilia’ that were occasionally used, but had no precise definition. The term is used primarily by professional sexologists in the scientific literature”.
  • Urethral fetishism: In previous blogs I have examined urethral sex play in its many forms and with its own lexicon (so if you want to read about it in more detail, read more here).
  • Venatophilia: In an online article about cartoon quicksand fetishes, there was mention of a fetish group called ‘Giant Video Game Girls’ and they appear to have coined the term ‘venatophilia’ from the Latin venatus, meaning ‘game’ and describes sexual attraction to or fascination with video game characters. Personally I find this strange as most paraphilias derive from Greek (rather than Latin) names. This paraphilia (if it exists) is arguably a sub-type of toonophilia (sexual attraction to cartoon characters) that I examined in a previous blog.
  • Wolf-play: In previous blogs I have examined the Furry Fandom (individuals that dress up as animals that engage in both sexual and non-sexual interaction) and various fetish pet play behaviours such as pony play. Wolf-play is just another variant of pet-play.
  • Xyrophilia: This behaviour refers to those individuals who derive sexual arousal from razors (and again has a name derived from its opposite condition – xyrophobia). However, there are online forums for razor fetishists and there may be crossover with those that have blood fetishes (which I’ve looked at in various previous blogs).
  • “Yaoi fetishism: According to an online article about kinks and fetishes on the Your Tango website, “Yaoi is a type of anime, manga, or fan fiction that originated in Japan which centers on male-on-male sexuality”. The article notes the term ‘Yaoi’ comes from the Japanese phrase “Yama nashi, Ochi nashi, Imi nashi” (and translates to “no climax, no meaning, no point”). An article on the Kinkly website claims that “Yaoi is typically created by women and aimed at women although it has some male fans. It should not be confused with ‘Bara’ which is aimed at a gay male audience”.
  • Zentai fetishism: Again, according to the online article on the Your Tango website, zentai fetishism involves individuals that “like to wear, be covered in, bound by and otherwise enjoy lycra full-body suits”.  An article in Fortune magazine notes that the ‘zentai’ is derived from the Japanese words zenshin taitsu that translates as “full body tights”. The same article claims that zentai suits tend to be more fetishistic whereas “morphsuits” are “for more mainstream cosplay fun and are likely to show up at football games, ComicCon, or frat parties”.

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You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘fantasy’ tagHis eyes, that is what caught my eye at first. When he turned his head and looked at me, a grin appeared. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but he had something about him.
I walked past him and walked up to the bar to order a drink. While I was waiting for my drink I saw some movement in the corner of my eye. I turned my head and he stood next to me.

“Hi” he simply said.
“Hello” I answered while I looked him in the eyes.
“What is a gorgeous lady like you doing here alone?”
“Who says I am alone?” I replied looking how he would react.
“I did” he said playfully while I got my drink handed by the bartender “You still didn’t answer the question though”
“That is true, but not all questions need an answer” I said while I slowly sipped my drink, looking at him “And what are you doing here?”

I saw in his eyes that he was thinking about what to answer carefully. I took another sip from my drink and carefully leaned in to the bar.
“I’m just looking for a little fun”
“Just a little?” I boldly asked him while I took another sip and carefully let my eyes glide over his body. He was dressed with care but still casual. He was wearing black pants, that were nice and tight on his ass. He was also wearing a nice shirt and over that a sexy black jacket. I could see that the question sparked his imagination and a small grin appeared.
“Well usually it starts with just a little, and it turns out to be more fun”
“And what kind of fun would that be?”

His grin got a little wider, he leaned in and whispered: “Any kind of fun you would like. Anything.”
Thinking of the possibilities, I felt my heartbeat go up. My mind was barely thinking about the possibilities and I felt myself getting wetter already. There was something about him that made me horny, very very horny. My curiosity got even bigger then that it already was.
I decided to pluck up the courage and whispered: “And why would I be interested in any kind of fun with you?
“Because you want to” he whispered and he moved back a little to look into my eyes.
His eyes were piercing right through me and this time I leaned in “And what do you have to offer?”
His grin got a little wider when I said that and he whispered: “Well there is only one way you can find out, just follow me.”

As he said that he turned around and walked towards the stairs leading down to the toilets.  For a split second I thought about it and when he went around the corner I decided to follow him. With every step I took, I felt my heart racing and my anticipation growing. Wondering what he had in mind, what he would do, made me crazy thinking about it. I found myself stepping down the steps a little quicker while all that raced through my mind. I found myself looking for him when I reached the bottom of the stairs. I took a few steps while I was looking around and suddenly I felt a hand that grabbed me and pulled me into the gents.

He had a strong grip on me and pressed me against the wall inside. I could feel his breath in my neck as I felt his hand going over my back. Slowly making his way down, over my butt, going towards the edge of my skirt. He stroked my thigh and slowly moved up again, pulling my skirt up.

You’ll find out more about what happens in part two 😉

What if I didn’t hold back and I kept dating you? What if I wasn’t afraid of hurting you and just continued to have a good time with you? Will you ever know that you still keep crossing my mind, wondering what could have been…..

Your body pressed against me, feeling every slight movement. Kissing each other passionately while our hands wander. Mine explore your back while yours enjoy my ass. Slowly your hand under my skirt while you press me against the door that we just entered.
‘Didn’t you want to show me the house first?’ I said while I wrapped my arms around your neck.
‘If you want to, of course’ he said as he suddenly picked me up, grabbing my ass.

He started to walk carefully and we walked into the living room.
I took a quick peek and teasingly said ‘Mmm that couch looks comfy’
‘Of course it is, I’ll show you’ he said as he walked over to the couch, bend over while holding me and pressed me against it. His lips slowly made their way to my neck.. soft and gentle and suddenly a playful bite that made a shiver go through my body.
Smiling as my hands got a hold of his shirt.

Slowly pulling it upwards and showing more and more skin. He undid my blouse and as he took care of my bra, he kissed my neck.
I decided to take control and rolled over, sitting on his lap. I grabbed his belt and undid it along with his pants. I started kissing his chest and worked my way down while taking his pants. After I stripped him, I straddled him and pressed myself against his erection.
He cupped my breasts and started stroking my body. I would stop him and grab him by the wrists as I would tease him. Just enough to drive him crazy. Grinding my wet pussy over his hard cock. So close and yet so far away. I would softly kiss his neck and make just that he wanted me even more.

Until he would go crazy, free himself and would take me.
And I would love every second and every push deep into me of it.

That would I imagine could have happened and till this day I still keep wondering how it would have been. How it could have been.

And if I would get the chance…..mmm yummy *dreams on*

1. If your lover was turned on by forced feminization would you participate (giving or receiving)?
*forced feminization is the practice of enforcing activities on a male, which are typically associated with women, to make him submissive. For example: wearing lingerie, heels, make-up.

Sure I would, who would I be to deny that pleasure? Of course I have my limits but with that I wouldn’t have any problems.

2. When you have sexual dreams or fantasies that are aggressive or cruel, does it worry you?

I barely have sexual dreams but if I have them they are just really hot and I don’t care about anything. With fantasies it wouldn’t worry me too much either, that’s why they are fantasies!

3. Tell us your hottest filthiest fantasy, right now, in 100 words or less.
This is the fantasy about your desires that you probably never share, maybe they even go against your morals, or are societal taboos.

Oh dammit I just have too many so I’ll just pick one that I will share….

A dark quiet alley, 2 guys, me by myself……. I am sure you can fill in the rest 😉

4. Which super hero would you like to have sex with? Why?
a. Aquaman
b. Superman
c. Wonder Woman
d. She-Ra

I would have to go with Wonder Woman, tall, sexy, who wouldn’t?

5. Knowing there’s a hot young couple in the adjoining hotel room, would you press your ear against the wall to hear the action on the other side?

Well obviously: Of course!

6. Do you think the lure to live out sexual fantasies or have sex frequently is amplified by technology? Briefly explain.

Interesting and as you know, if you can think of it, there is porn of it. No exceptions. Seriously.
And yes of course technology helps with that!

Bonus: Describe your fantasy life in three (3) words.

Hot, teasing, naughty

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