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Find the Shoe on the Other Foot Ch. 03

"What the hell..." Inside of it was what looked like a silver statue made to look like a naked woman. It looked a little abstracted due to the fact that its face was a featureless oval with a slight bump where the nose was supposed to be. The only clue that it was a living person was the blonde hair that was sticking out of its head. It wasn't moving and even after looking very closely for over a minute she couldn't tell if the person was breathing. "Are they still alive?" she asked in a small voice.

"Oh yes," was his breezy answer. "This was just to preserve them until I got here," Draeck clarified. He continued in a softer voice, "and to soften them up."

Anari was relieved to find she was still horrified that yet more Amazonans had fallen victim to Draeck. And saddened by the fact she could do no more for them. She also felt resentment that these three wouldn't share in her sadness before long but she suppressed that. It wasn't their fault they would be very happy in a few minutes time, it was his. "So now what?"

"Now I will finish what has been started," he said as he moved to the center of the room. He sat himself down cross-legged with his back to Anari. "You're welcome to watch, although there won't be anything to see."

Anea didn't know how long she had been alone, in the soundless void. She had tried to imagine being somewhere else, feeling the sun on her face while lying on a grassy knoll. But the fantasy had been faded and the darkness kept intruding, fragmenting and dissolving the daydream. There was no time here, no night or day to tell her how long she had been there. Her life in the Amazonian navy seemed like it had happened to someone else, leaving her unsure of what kind of a person the woman behind the uniform was.

Something began to change, the darkness began to take form and give way to light. Anea still couldn't keep track of time so she couldn't tell how much time passed before she was confronted with the apparent source of the light. 'A slave? Why the hell would I think of that now?' she wondered. A second look belied her identification, the man before her wore the gray clothes of one but his eyes were too lucid for him to be a slave. There was intelligence and willpower behind that gaze.

"Who are you?" she asked, immediately realizing it was rather stupid to ask a figment of one's own imagination that.

He answered anyway. "Me? I'm your master. Nice to finally meet you Anea."

The woman ogled the man incredulously. "Are you insane! I'm an Amazonan, we don't bow..." As she talked the light dimmed again and the man who called himself master began to fade away. She could feel the void pressing down on her, smothering her in absolute nothingness. Her already shaky grip on her professionalism collapsed. "No, wait. Come back. Please?"

To her relief he did and he brought the light with him. Her nipples buzzed in excitement that he wouldn't be leaving her. 'Wait a sec, buzzing nipples?' Anea reflexively tried to look down to see what was going on, momentarily forgetting she couldn't move a muscle. But her nubs were definitely being stimulated, underscoring the man's aborted exit.

"Are you doing that?" the Amazonan blurted out.

"Doing what?" was the innocent response.

But Anea wasn't willing to play along. "How do you know my name?"

"I know everything about my girls, including their name."

Anea wanted to tell him she wasn't his girl but the danger that he would really leave held her back so once again she cast her mind out to find another subject. "Can you get me out of here?"

The man tilted his head a little in wonder. "But why would you want out of your suit? Doesn't my gift make you feel good?"

The mentioning of a suit sparked a memory. The sight of the silvery substance oozing over her, conforming to her body as it covered her from head to toe. But before Anea could say anything more she mentally gasped as something flexed in her pussy and anus. At the same time something began to gently vibrate against her clit, fixing her attention firmly on her body.

The distinction between her mind and body had become a little blurry before the guy had visited her but it was crystal clear now. Her mind was being visited by somebody who called himself her master and said he had been responsible for her current situation. Her body was gently being played with by something that covered her from head to toe.

She wished she could groan as the things invading her orifices began to inflate a little more, slowly stretching her pussy and asshole till she felt stuffed. When they stopped with thickening the two rods began to vibrate, adding to her arousal. Her body tried uselessly to move in an attempt to express the pleasure it was experiencing, that she was experiencing. But she couldn't do anything. She could only sit there, completely motionless, and simply let it wash over her, straight into her mind.

Her universe had been vast and empty, now it was small and filled with the pleasure her body was experiencing. Anea was dimly aware of master, no the guy, in her mind. But that was everything she could do as the pleasure built up, pushing her to orgasm. Once again time lost meaning. There was only pleasure and the climax she was building to, a pinnacle that seemed to move as well just so it could stay out of her reach.

Anea wished she could move, grind her clit against something or let her fingers help the vibrators. The suit, however, kept her in place. "Please," she asked to no one in particular.

"Please what?" a voice asked.

Sensing the source of that voice could get her release Anea mustered her thoughts, enough at least to comprehend what was being said to her and respond. "Please, I need to cum. I need it so bad."

"Of course you do, but I only help my girls to cum." The man explained reasonably.

It was so hard to think through the thick pleasure sloshing in her mind. She had to parse every sentence and it took even more time to formulate a response. But at least her goal was clear, she had to cum. "Can I be your girl?"

"I don't know," was his response. "Becoming my girl means surrendering yourself to me, trusting me. Acknowledging your complete devotion and love for me. Can you?"

Something began to trouble Anea even as her mind was frothing with pleasure. Far too slowly for the captain's taste her training came back, the training that was supposed to let her resist this kind of mental intrusions. She hoisted her mind out of the sea of bliss that was drowning her thoughts and clambered onto those reflexive mental barriers as if it were a raft. She had barely let out a mental sigh of relief when with a lurch she suddenly found herself somewhere else.

She was indeed on a raft, a rickety one made of a few skinny logs latched together with little care. But what made the entire thing absurd was the fact that the raft was floating in a pool behind a nondescript mansion. The sun was hanging in a clear blue sky. Between the mansion and the pool were three pool chairs, two of them occupied by naked women who were looking at her while furiously masturbating.

It took Anea a second to recognize them as both women had an odd metallic shine to their skin. Yngrid's blond hair was plastered to her gleaming skin as her hands explored her pussy and asshole. Anea could see everything because her legs were planted as far apart as Yngrid could manage. Nari was in a similar pose, but one of her hands was squeezing her right tit while she tried to stuff four fingers in her twat.

The sight stunned her but it wasn't the

only reason she stayed on the raft. That other reason was that the water had a definite silvery sheen to it and the man who called himself master was lounging in it. He was leaning against the wall. She looked down into the 'water' again but her eyes shot back up when she realized that he wasn't wearing anything. She wasn't wearing anything either but she refused to show any discomfort in front of her captor.

"Who the hell are you?" the intelligence officer demanded again now that her mind had remembered her duty. "What the hell did you do with them?" and pointed at her subordinates. Their pleasure-filled groans were now reaching her, but it only made her more anxious.

"I am the whirlwind," he retorted with a smirk. Anea just blinked at the answer and with an eye roll the guy began to explain. "This whole place is a metaphor so I am just playing by the rules of the setting. Take your raft for example."

Captain Anea eyed her craft warily, "what about it?"

"It represents the training that kept you from saying yes, it's those pesky mental reflexes that are supposed to help you keep Amazonan secrets from falling into enemy hands. Of course that's just the logs, the rope is your own determination and the reason you're not on the third chair," he finished.

"You mean..." and Anea cut herself off. Hoping that if she didn't say it, it wouldn't be true. The man wasn't going to let her keep her illusions though.

"They're my girls now and enjoying the rewards that come with that. They are here to welcome you into the fold once you join them."

'Once, not if,' a dispassionate part of her mind noted. "And what does the water represent," she asked. 'The longer I stall him the more time I have to think this through. There has to be an out, some sort of exit.'

The man cupped his hand and lifted it up so he could pour some of the liquid back into the pool. Sunlight played through it making it sparkle as bubbles formed where the small stream hit the water. "That ocean of pleasure you were drowning in just before you got here. You didn't think that had just vanished into thin air, did you? It's still there, wracking through your body. Setting it aflame with the need for release."

Anea shivered as the words conjured up those recent memories, but before she could get lost in them the noise of rope snapping pulled her mind back to the present. She watched horrified as one of the logs drifted away from her raft, slowly sinking as the silvery water dissolved it into a mass of tinkling bubbles.

"I could come over there and pull you in but I think you would enjoy it more if you sank into it slowly. If you surrendered yourself inch by inch."

Panic barely restrained by a determination not to give up rose within her. She eyed the pool, mentally calculating which side was the closest although that wasn't too difficult to figure out. The pool was a simple rectangle and she was practically in the middle of it but a bit closer to the side directly opposite of the wall master was leaning against.

Anea's mind froze for a moment when she realized she had thought of the guy as master. 'Right, no time to waste then.' She had no idea what would happen if she came into contact with the water but just waiting there wouldn't prevent it, merely delay it so she plunged her right arm into it and began paddling to shore.

It wasn't until her arm was submerged up to the elbow that the sensation hit her. A warm caress that enveloped both her lower arm and her mind eliciting a groan from the captain. More drops of water landed on her legs and she unwittingly parted them a little even as another log began to dissolve.

With each stroke of her arm she got a little closer to safety while her raft got smaller and smaller. The droplets that landed on her began to link together to cover more and more of her skin. But Anea ignored it; too drunk on the delicious pleasure coating her body to doubt she would reach safety.

With a final lunge she threw herself forward as the last two logs fell apart beneath her. She managed to keep her head above water and her hands hit the pool deck which she used to pull upper body above the silvery liquid. But instead of pulling herself up and out of the water she rested her head sideways on the pool deck and helplessly mewled as the water plucked and nibbled on her hungry pussy. Anea's voice joined Nari's and Yngrid's in their lust-filled chorus as her eyes drank in the sight of the two Amazonans pleasuring themselves. Their skin had become even more metallic, slowly attaining the same beautiful silver that was now covering most of Anea's own body.

She didn't react to the sound of the guy swimming towards her, but that changed when his hands gripped her hips and pulled her into his naked flesh. She threw her head and to the side so she could rub it against him and offer her neck to his lips all the while keeping her eyes trained on her fellow Amazonans. But it wasn't enough for her so she tried to lift herself up high enough that she could impale herself on his erection.

After two failed attempts she finally succeeded only to be stopped just as she lowered herself. A pitiful whine escaped her as she couldn't muster the mental coherence necessary to form words. Sentences were simply an alien concept to her now, there was only the reality of the liquid silver painting her body and melting her mind until it dripped down her legs to pool at her feet. The only thing that was solid in her reality was Master.

He stopped planting kisses on her exposed neck and whispered hotly into her ear. "I told you I only help my girls to cum. What did I tell you about my girls?"

At first Anea ignored him and just tried to push down, but he was strong and she had little leverage in her current position. Somehow she managed to calm enough to think about his words, to dredge her memories for the clues she needed for her release. 'His girls, something about surrendering.' Her need-fogged mind locked on to that last word, surrender. 'So I need to surrender to cum,' she concluded unconcerned that you surrendered something to someone. 'It can't be more important than what I need right now!'

Instead she jumped to the important question of how to surrender, something that became all the more important when Master began to teasingly plunge a single digit into her overheated sex. The surface of the silvery water was now an ever-changing map of hills and valleys, reflecting the sun's rays in a completely random pattern. It was this light that drew Anea's attention away from the spectacle on the pool chairs and suddenly it clicked.

'He said I had surrendered once I sank, but I didn't. I kept my face above water and it still isn't completely covered.' Some droplets had fallen on her face and covered small parts of it but most wasn't and she knew exactly which parts weren't. Because those parts only felt the cold, empty warmth of the sun rather than the scorching pleasure of the silvery liquid hugging so much of her.

Without further thought or ceremony she let herself fall forward into the pool. The small drop seemed to take ages, enough time to realize that she hadn't escaped after all. That she had failed her duty as an officer and that she was about to surrender her very being to someone she was taught to revile and hate. Enough time to recognize she didn't care about it anymore. To find that it was not regret coursing through her conscience, but anticipation.

Her head broke through the surface and her body followed until she was floating facedown in the water. Her eyes rolled up as the silvery liquid poured over her, into her. Then He plunged into her without warning and she came, every muscle going taut as Anea tried to draw in air and instead swallowed the liquid silver.

But instead of spluttering or coughing another orgasm hit her as she felt the fluid traveling down her throat, filling her lungs with delight and banishing the frantic need that had comprised her reality only a few moments ago. Her body relaxed and she floated there, her mind completely focussed on the bliss suffusing her. She held her breath, not to stop from drowning but to keep this delectation going for as long as she could.

And then she exhaled, spilling out her old wants and needs. Letting go of her fear and hate until Anea sunk to the bottom of the pool while she kept floating close to the surface. A thought fleeted through her mind, wondering who she was now but the bliss was too important to let herself be distracted like that.

Strangely enough she didn't feel any anger or disappointment when Master lifted her back up out of the water. She knew that bliss hadn't left her, it was coating her body even now. And when he lifted her up until his dick almost slipped out of her she still didn't lose that contentedness. But it did add a need to it, one that only grew when he thrust back into her.

She happily cooed as He ploughed into her. Anea looked down her body to where they met, marveling at the silver perfection that she now was. Smooth, yielding and completely His.

It had taken less than a minute for Anari to grow bored just watching Draeck sit there. So she had turned to the pods to examine her fellow captives starting with the blond one. But there was little more to see so she had moved to a different pod to compare them.

The one she was now looking at had black hair but apart from that was eerily similar to the blond-haired statue. Oh, there were some differences in the build but the spotless metal covering them smoothed those over. Anari was just about to turn away when the silver rippled.

The metal encasing the woman seemed to tighten around her, or maybe the covering simply became thinner. Whatever was happening, the result was that the captive's appearance became more individualistic. The nose actually became visible as the featureless oval turned into a mask with clearly visible cheeks and forehead. There was still no indication of lips or eyelids but the difference was marked. Lower down the breasts jutted forward and stiff nipples rose up from them. A simple circle engraved around the nubs represented the aureoles.

Any further inspection was cut short by the hiss of the stationpod unsealing. Anari backed away a little as the canopy rose and swung up. She moved even further away when the pod's occupant rose up and stepped out of the pod in one fluid motion. A move made all the more spooky by the fact that her eyes were still covered. She could now see what was below the silvery woman's waste. Between her legs was a simple slit engraved where her pussy was and on her feet the individual toes were visible, giving an indication of how thin the covering was.

Anari followed the silver woman as she purposefully moved to where Draeck was now standing, she noted that the other two had left their pods and were approaching the man as well. They were still roughly two steps away from Draeck when their masks melted away and the faces beneath them were horrifying.

Eyes filled with joy and blissed-out smiles that made Anari want to puke. 'So he's got three more toys now, huh?' The three women encircled Draeck and proceeded to rub themselves against him, thanking him for taking away their free will.

And then one of them looked over at Anari. "Master, why haven't you given her a new suit?"

"Because I like to give each and every one of my girls something special. So your new suit is just for the three of you, Anari here has something else."

"Yeah, my free will you sick pervert," Anari shot back. "But why don't I leave you alone so you can play with your dolls!" And with those words she bolted out of the room.

'I can't take this, I just can't.' Those were Anari's thoughts as she left command. 'Seeing Amazonan after Amazonan fall. And they are all so damn happy about it, ecstatic that they're property.' A shudder went through her even as she squashed the first stirrings of jealousy.

She climbed the ladder now the next, upper deck. 'And how long until I crack? Or, more likely, until Draeck looses interest and makes me like the rest? Turn me into a happy, little fuck toy. Someone that follows him around with one hand diddling her slit and another stroking her collar.' She barely stopped her hand from touching said collar. But she couldn't stop the thrill she got at the image.

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tagSci-Fi & FantasyPassion Ch. 07

Passion Ch. 07

Alexander often wandered the wood, fucking any nymphs he came across. And of course many came to him.

Now, a giggling dryad pressed up against him, rubbing her generous boobs against his chest and his turgescent cock inbetween their bellies. She was mahogany-skinned and brilliantly blonde, as vividly gold as autumn, with full pouty lips that Alexander couldn't resist kissing.

She giggled, and stroked his cock with lithe fingers. He groaned and wrapped his hands around her firm ass. She squealed in delight, especially when he lifted her up, and then down onto his magnificent rod. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and squeezed, as she bounced lustily upon his dick and he ramrodded her.

She arched back in ecstasy as his tool hammered her, and he took the opportunity to bend down and kiss her nipples, taking one in his mouth and sucking it.

Both were extremely horny, and cummed nearly instantly, both her thick cream and his hot load filling her pussy as they moaned - her groans having a hint of a lusty giggle to them.

As his balls emptied, the dryad squealed again as she felt the last gob spurt deep into her womb. She dismounted him and knelt to the ground, taking his dick between her full lush lips. He cried out sharply as she sucked and licked and lapped up his cum and her cream from the taut skin of his dick.

With one hand she milked his shaft, unable to wrap it completely around his girth, and with her other hand she fondled his balls. Alexander roared his pleasure as he cummed forcefully into her throat, cum pulsing through his deep red cock inbetween her luscious lips.

She swallowed it all, cleaned his cock with her lithe wet tongue, and kissed the tip before giggling and darting back into the woods.

Alexander smiled as her retreating form disappeared into the trees. Picking a different direction, he kept walking.

The tall grass came up nearly to his knees - higher in some cases, brushing against the head of his well-hung cock as it dangled between his legs, with a soft tickling sensation - as he strode through it. Often he came across the glowing blooms that his rain of cum had seeded through the woods. Sunlight filtered through the treetops, wind whistled, and unseen creeks gurgled.

Soon the trees thinned, and disappeared almost completely into a large plain.

The edge of the enchanted forest!

Rolling hillocks rippled with wind-swept tall grass and studded with poplars and elms met his gaze. Curious, he wandered forth.

He presently heard a voice, as of a girl singing. Following the melodious sound, he topped a hill to see a busty redhead laying in the grass, idly fingering herself as she sang. And her song was:

When will a lover

Sink himself deep within me?

When will my lover

Cum to me?

I yearn for a throbbing hard cock

To pop my cherry

When will my lover

Come fuck me?

His cock throbbed naughtily as he thought of sinking himself deep within the virgin girl. Her boobs jiggled and bounced as she sang and touched herself, and her vivid red hair blew back in the same breeze that ruffled the grass as she raised her face to the clear sky.

Just then she caught sight of him, and gasped. Her eyes widened as she beheld the first Man she'd ever seen, in all his glory. His muscles were corded as they involuntarily flexed with restrained desire; his mane of dark curls sprang from his head, neck, and upper back; his giant cock was a thick stalk sprouting where his legs met; and his eyes were dark and piercing as they surveyed her beautiful body.

She was silent as he started walking again, coming towards her. His eyes never left hers.

He approached and knelt before her as her eyes drank him in. He moved her unresisting hand from her pussy, and replaced it with his own, as he lightly stroked her sensitive cleft.

"I am Alexander," he introduced himself.

Breathless, she replied. "I am... Rachel."

They were silent for a moment, as he continued to stroke her pussy with one hand, and draw circles on her other hand with his thumb. She mmm'ed contentedly, but their eyes stayed fixed on one another's.

Boldly she said, "I... you are the one I have been waiting for!"

A light twinkled in his eye, and he leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met, a mingling of salty lips and wet tongues.

Her naive kisses were things of wonder to him; they, and her brilliantly crimson locks, reminded him vividly of the fey girl Cinnamon, and he shuddered at the softness and moisture of her mouth. Rachel felt shocks run up her spine as he masterfully kissed her.

They paused, their lips parting, and they leaned foreheads against each other. "I love you," Alexander whispered.

"I love you!" she whispered ecstatically back. "I want to join with you; I want you to take my cherry and make love to me."

"Then I will," he smiled, and her heart melted.

"But," she said, "I cannot give away my cherry until a bride-price is paid."

"My mother," Rachel told him. "Rebecca, at the ranch with my sisters."

"Take me there," he said, and kissed her again before pulling her to her feet.

They walked slowly, contentedly, through the rolling hillocks, hand in hand. Within a few minutes, they came to a large open-air pavilion in the space between hills. Made of carved rosewood, pillars (decorated with nude babes cavorting) supported a simple but elegant dome, polished to reflect both sunlight and moonlight.

A fence twined with vines encircled a large space next to the pavilion. Within the fence were many strange women that Alexander could not identify at first glance. Rachel however led him straight to the pavilion. Though it had no walls, only pillars, there were two stories, each hardwood floors with thick lush rugs.

They passed two girls as busty as Rachel, but with differently colored hair. Like her, their pussies were bare and hairless. "Leah and Bilhah, my sisters," Rachel said, indicating the blonde and the ravenhaired, respectively. "Zilphah is away at the moment."

Leah and Bilhah's eyebrows went up when they saw Rachel's companion, and they tittered lustily as they looked at his massive cock. Rachel led him up a spiralling staircase to the second open-air floor, where another redhead, with longer hair nearly the length of her body and slightly larger boobs with bigger areolas, reclined on a thick rug, resting on her elbow. A long braid of her brilliant hair was a tassel sprouting from her right temple, following the flow of her mane. Her tits bounced with each breath she took. Crimson fuzz carpeted her labia.

"Mother," Rachel greeted her.

Rebecca's eyes widened as she saw her youngest daughter's companion. "Welcome, Rachel," was all she said however. She rubbed her legs together a bit as she glanced at Alexander.

"I have met my lover," Rachel gushed. "He will take me as his bride!"

Rebecca licked her lips as her eyes slowly, salaciously, followed the meaty length of Alexander's cock from root to tip. "Congratulations, daughter!" she said, smiling, and he was swept away by the brilliance of her smile. "Now, leave us, that he and I may discuss your bride price."

Rachel bent down to hug her mother, then bounded down the steps to tell her sisters the good news.

"Join me, O Man," Rebecca said, gesturing with a nod to the rug next to hers. Alexander did so, propping himself up on his elbow in the wonderfully luxurious rug as he faced her. His massive shaft lightly touched Rebecca's leg.

"I am honored, Rebecca," he said.

"The joy is mine, Man," she returned. "Tell me, what is your name?"

"I am Alexander. I have nothing to offer, but I will work for you seven years to earn your daughter's hand."

"Nothing to offer?" Rebecca repeated, amused, as she looked down at his dick, significantly. "There is work you can do for me, yes. Our ranch raises neka - cat-girls. Their cream is an aphrodisiac, and they are the best pussy-eaters in all the queendoms. But I need a stud to sire whelps on them."

Alexander smiled. "I will be happy to do so." His cock began to stiffen, and pressed a bit more firmly into Rebecca's leg, and she bit her lip to restrain a lustful moan.

"However," Rebecca added, "neka will only conceive if they are orgasmed. I need to know if you are able to perform such feats. Let us see if indeed you can." She leaned into him, her generous boobs pressing into his muscular pecs, and placed her lips on his. Her hand strayed to his cock, and stroked it as it hardened fully.

They made out, and Alexander felt Rebecca's nipples grow hard against his chest.

He pulled away, and grasped one big boob in each hand, fondling them as Rebecca moaned. Then he rolled her over so that she was lying on her stomach, while he got to his knees and crawled over her.

Rebecca moaned in approval and anticipation, and spread her legs, giving him a good view of her puffy pink pussy. His dick was taut and throbbing, the head nearly purple, so great was his need. He knelt down and slowly slid his dick inbetween her pussy lips, and Rebecca groaned immediately, as did Alexander, finally receiving the warm wet release he'd been seeking since meeting Rachel.

He pushed further into her tight cunt, and her vaginal muscles tightened and contracted about him as he gasped. He squirted thick ropes into her tight wet pussy, and she cried aloud as she felt his hot load shooting into her depths.

Alexander's dick was still taut, still throbbing, and had it been visible, still dark purple, so he continued to thrust in and out, at a rate so frantic with lust that Rebecca couldn't help get swept away by it. Their sharp screams pierced the air as he jackhammered her from behind, and her juices leaked out on the rug, dampening that spot.

Rebecca creamed twice, her already loud cries becoming louder and almost shrill, and then Alexander finally burst, blowing his hot load into her pussy. The warm thick sensation of his mighty seed inside her sent Rebecca over the edge once more, and her cream mingled with his cum within her femininity.

When they finally relaxed, Alexander laying limply over Rebecca's likewise satiated form, playing with her boobs, she murmured, "Welcome to the ranch... stud."

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tagErotic CouplingsCatching Up Ch. 01

Catching Up Ch. 01

Social Networking is an amazing thing. Eric Paulsen had finally caved and created an online account. It didn't take long before friends and family were coming out of the woodwork, flooding him with Friend Requests. He hadn't been back to his hometown in the Midwest in years, yet his old high school buddies managed to track him down in no time flat. One request in particular though, had caught his eye; Traci Brown. He hadn't heard or thought of that name in over a decade. They had been inseparable friends from as far back as he could remember, until he blew out of town for life in the big city of course. She stayed behind and apart from a letter or two those first few months, he hadn't seen nor heard from her. Yet, after all this time, here was a little electronic sign from her that she had remembered him as fondly as he remembered her.

Over the next few months, Eric and Traci fell into their old banter via emails, texting and even a few phone conversations. Eric satisfied his wife's raised eyebrows at him talking with some girl from his past by pulling out his yearbook and showing her the picture of the tomboyish girl who was his friend. It was actually Jen Paulsen who suggested that Eric invite Traci to come out and visit to catch up. The idea hadn't even occurred to Eric but he floated it by Traci anyway and she excitedly accepted the invitation.

That's how it came to be that Traci Brown was standing on the front step of the Paulsen home in eastern Pennsylvania after landing just an hour before from her flight from Phoenix, Arizona. She rapped her knuckles on the door in quick succession three times and heard footsteps coming quickly down the stairs. The door opened, revealing a wide smile across the unmistakable face of Eric Paulsen. After a quick embrace, he grabbed her suitcase and welcomed her into the house. Eric hoped he hadn't let his face give away his surprise at Traci's appearance; where there once had been a plain-Jane tomboy, was now a stunning beauty that no one could mistake as anything but a woman. Her hair that had been held in a ponytail beneath a ball cap for his entire mind's eye was now a flowing wave of curls that just barely reached her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. She had always been athletic, but her sweats and baggy clothes of yesteryear had been hiding a set of perfect 34C breasts and an ass that would stop traffic, all resting upon a long set of shapely legs. Her body aside, Eric couldn''t have been more surprised than if Cindy Crawford had entered the house. She couldn''7". Her pert 36Cs were hidden behind a sexy little sundress that settled just above the knee, showing off her well-toned legs. She was a hottie. Even so, she couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy over this stunning woman entering her home with her husband in tow. She recovered quickly and stepped around the kitchen island to give her husband's childhood pal a warm welcome.

The three of them sat around that island having your usual conversations when people are meeting for the first time or reintroducing themselves after an extended absence in one another's lives. What do you do? How long have you been married? Where did you two meet? Whatever happened to so and so? As the drinks flowed, the three of them began to get comfortable. Despite her initial misgivings, Jen had to acknowledge to herself that she really liked Traci, and could see how a young Eric could be her buddy. Despite her appearance, she could still rattle off the starting 9 Yankees and other sports information that Jen couldn't begin to comprehend. Yet, on the other hand, she was definitely feminine and there was no shortage in subjects for the two women to connect over. Before they realized it, early afternoon had become evening.

"Oh my gosh, look at the time!" Jen uttered suddenly. They had been so lost in their conversation that they hadn't even seen the sun begin to set out the back window. "I meant to start dinner an hour ago!" she moaned regretfully. "Oh don't go to a fuss about me," Traci answered, "I'm good with pizza and beer."

"There's the Traci I remember!" said Eric with a laugh. "Pizza and beer it is!"

"If you don't mind, I'd just like to freshen up a bit before, if you could just point me in the direction of where I'm staying?" Traci asked.

"Sure. Eric, hon, why don't you order the pizza and I'll show Traci upstairs." Eric nodded his acceptance of the request and moved off to grab the phone and the menu. As the phone rang against his ear, he couldn't keep his mind from drifting back to the view he had when Traci had walked into the kitchen ahead of him earlier. He didn't think Jen had caught him, but he had been transfixed by the sway of Traci's hips and had stared at her ass since she crossed the threshold of the front door. He had been asking himself, 'had that ass been there all the time?' and it took the third asking of, "Hello?" by the pizza parlor to snap him back to the present. By the time he had finished placing the order, the girls were walking back down the stairs giggling all the way.

"What's so funny?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh nothing," said Jen. "Just hearing some stories from your childhood that you neglected to mention," she said with a laugh.

With only a slight bit of nervousness in his voice, Eric asked, "Oh man, where are those beers?"

In the thirty minutes it had taken for the pizza to arrive, the hours of drinking had begun to catch up with them. Jen answered the door to a pizza delivery boy who must have just graduated from high school. She had left the cash in the kitchen and had him come in to unload them right on the counter. The young man thought he hit the jackpot and was already admiring Jen's rear as he followed her into the kitchen when he saw Traci standing there, slightly bent over the island talking to Eric, her shorts riding high at the odd angle she was leaning. He was totally busted as he stood transfixed for several seconds in the kitchen doorway. Traci turned to look his way as Jen walked past her to grab the bills that were resting on the counter. She gave him a little wiggle before turning around to face him with a slight smile.

"I hope you got sausage on the pizza Eric, I just LOVE sausage," she said naughtily, looking right at the delivery boy. He didn't even see Jen trying to give him the money for the pizza until she waved it in front of his face.

"Uh, uh, thanks," he muttered as he placed the pizza warmer in front of his crotch as he unsuccessfully tried to hide his hard on. He turned and walked quickly to the front door, leaving the three of them to burst into laughter as soon as the door closed behind him.

After wiping away the tears and letting go of the last few cackles of laughter, the three of them sat down around the kitchen table to dig in to the pizza.

"I can't believe you said that!" said Jen, "That was priceless! Naughty, but priceless!"

"Priceless and true," said Traci between chuckles. A silence came over them for a few seconds. Jen decided to break it.

"Tell me some more embarrassing stories about Mr. Cool Guy here," she said, pointing her thumb in Eric's direction. She leaned back in her chair, inching a little closer to Eric, placing her hand lovingly on his thigh as Traci visibly tried to think of the most embarrassing of stories to tell.

"OH! There's always the time I walked in on him getting a blow job!" She announced triumphantly.

Eric spit a little bit of his beer out, garnering some laughs from the girls.

"Please go on!" Jen said eagerly.

"Well, we had just graduated high school and Eric's parents had gone away for a weekend somewhere. We usually would get together, watch the game, sneak some drinks from somewhere and hang out. I hadn't heard from him so I just decided to go on over to his house. I practically lived there so I just opened the door and walked in. The big TV was down in the basement so after grabbing something from the fridge, that's where I headed. I got halfway down the stairs and find Prince Charming there sitting on the couch, head back, eyes closed as Suzy Pratt did her best to take every last inch of him in her mouth!"

Jen's hand began lightly stroking Eric's thigh beneath the table as Traci continued with her story.

"They hadn't heard me come in, and I was so surprised that I just stood there frozen. Suzy had her back to me but I had some elevation on the stairs so I had a pretty decent view. They were both stark naked, Suzy had her hand between her legs, rubbing herself for all she was worth. Moaning like the slut she was." Traci gave Eric a teasing smile before going on. "Well it wasn't long after that she started to make herself cum. I do have to give her credit, never let him slip out of her mouth the whole time.

Eric was drifting back down Memory Lane, remembering what Suzy's tight little mouth felt like wrapped around his cock, her tongue working his shaft as she bobbed her head on him. It wasn't until he felt Jen's fingers wrap themselves around his hard cock over his pants that he snapped back to reality.

"Well, I could tell he was getting close so I figured I'd best be getting out of there before they spotted me. So, I turned and started back up the stairs when that damn loose board gave me away. Suzy popped up off of him like a gunshot went off."

"And then one did!" Eric sputtered out, laughing.

"She had him so close that he couldn't hold back. She popped off of him, and he popped all over her."

"You didn't!" said Jen, squeezing him beneath the table.

"Boy, did he ever!" Traci said smiling, "I don't think I've ever seen so much cum. From what I remember, you're a lucky girl, Jen." The way she said it made Eric think that she liked the show all those years ago. And something about what Jen was doing under the table told him that she definitely was enjoying the story. Her light caresses had turned into full on stroking. A hormone-filled silence crept over them. This time it was Traci who broke it.

"Alright, well I'm kind of tuckered out from the travel, think I'm going to turn in if it's alright with you?"

In his mind, Eric was thinking, 'Thank God, or I was going to have to find a way to sneak out of here better than the pizza boy.' Mercifully, Jen stepped in to his aid, "Here, I'll take you upstairs and get you some toiletries."

Traci came over to Eric at the table and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight bud, I'm so glad we decided to do this."

"Me too," he said with a smile.

As soon as the bedroom door closed behind her, Jen was on him. She pushed him down on his back and feverishly pulled at his belt, dying to free what was trapped behind his pants. His hands were roaming over her body, pulling at the hem of her dress, lifting it up over her head. Her full breasts were just about spilling out of her bra, her hard nipples poking over the cups. On her knees, she successfully freed him from his pants and quickly took his hardness into her mouth. They both moaned as she slid him deeper into her mouth, taking as much of him as she could muster. His view looking down made him moan even louder. Her little pink nipples bounced completely free with the ferocity she was throwing her head up and down on him. After a few more bobs, she took her mouth off of him just long enough to ask, "Is this how that slut Suzy sucked your big dick?"

Eric moaned and thrust up to meet her mouth. He pushed deeper into her throat than he had ever dared go before. Feeling her sucking him, he desperately needed to taste her. He pulled her up off her knees and laid her down where he had just been. He couldn'"OH! OH! OH! Oh! Oh!" her screams became whimpers as she began to come down from her orgasm. He released her over sensitized love button from his mouth. He moved up to look her in the eye. As soon as she could catch enough breath to speak, she opened her eyes, and said, "Put... that.... dick... in... me!"

Eric didn't need to be told twice. He was so hard it hurt. He pulled her soaked yellow thong off and could see her juices glistening on her bald lips. Jen was so hot and wet that he was able to slide his full 7 inches into her on the first thrust. They moaned together as his pelvis met hers. He had been hard off and on for hours now. Between the images of old Suzy Pratt, Traci's amazing derriere, and Jen's teasing, he didn't know how long he'd be able to last. Jen was moaning constantly as he hammered in and out of her. "FU-UH-CK... M-E!" The bed slammed into the wall with each of his thrusts. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him, holding his dick in her, keeping her spread open for him to get deeper. They were probably waking the entire neighborhood but they didn't care. The thought that Traci was in the house suddenly hit him. 'She has to be able to hear this,' he thought. This revelation washed over him and he felt the pressure build. He couldn't hold back any more, and with a roar he slammed his dick as deep into Jen as he could, spewing into her, wave after wave of cum shooting out from him. She screamed with ecstasy as she felt his seed explode. It seemed like he came for three solid minutes before the tension in his body relaxed and he collapsed beside her. As they lay there, catching their breath, Jen suddenly leant over and said, "Let Suzy Pratt compete with that!"

Thanks for reading, "Catching Up Pt. 1" If the feedback is good, I'll gladly continue the story into Part 2. Hope you enjoyed, don't forget to vote!

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When a guy, for whatever reason, has found himself with nothing between himself and his Levi's.
Joe failed to do laundry for a month and the funk was so bad, he couldn't find any acceptable underwear; he had to go to work "hanging low."
by Georgia-J January 29, 2008
1) not going out, hanging out in a private setting as opposed to a public night on the town.

2) when a man feels a physical need to have sex due to a built-up accumulation of sexual fluids.
I'm hanging low tonight baby so let's forget about your prom and hang low at my place so we can get it on and you can graduate to a new level of extacy!
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First Ink (Wicked Ink Chronicles #1)

First Ink (Wicked Ink Chronicles #1) - Page 7/11

I feel stretched. Filled. Like I don't want to move, the pleasure of having Rush inside me is so great. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, bite at his lower lip, play tongue war as his fingers press into my ass with every slow yet deep thrust. I've completely forgotten where I am, where we are. It's just empty space, air to breathe while we fuck each other like rabbits.

He groans against my mouth, holding us tight together as he grinds his hips into me, circling, then driving upward again. My breasts bounce with each thrust, and my pelvis is completely slick with moisture. It's running down both our thighs, and I love that. Just like I love hearing him move, the slap of him against me. It's so primal, so uninhibited. Neither one of us is trying to hide our need, our desperation for each other. It's obvious in every guttural thrust, every drop of pre-come inside of me, every suck of my tongue into his mouth.

I rake my hands down his neck to his shoulders. God, his skin is so hot, so hard with lean muscle. I wish I could feel the artwork beneath my fingers as he drives into me.

"Addison," he rasps against my hungry mouth. "Tell me..."

"What?" I mumble nearly incoherently. "Anything."

"Tell me why you came back? Why?"

I groan. He's so deep inside of me now my walls are contracting around him. Much more of this and I'm going to come. "You know why!" I cry out.

"For forgiveness?" His fingers brush over the seam of my ass.

I can only nod. My breath is stalled inside my lungs and my heart is slamming against my chest. Oh, god...is he? Is he going to touch me there?

"Damn, woman." He eases his fingers lower, drenches them with my cream, then returns to my ass. "It's done. Okay, Ads? It's over. You have it. No more of this bullshit."

Slowly, he enters me with one wet finger. "Oh, fuck, you're tight. Around my cock and around my finger."

I cry out. It's too much. Pressure and pleasure and memories. This was something only we shared. I loved it. I loved him.

He moves us. Somewhere. A wall, I think. He presses back against it and bears down on me, fucking me so hard I scream, all the while using his finger in slow, gentle strokes. The combination is my downfall. I cling to him, my eyes clenched tight. I'm shaking, convulsing, writhing, a wave of dizziness coming over me. And yet, I can't stop. I buck against him, moaning that I need more, I need all of him.

"Oh yeah, that's it, baby," he snarls close to my ear. "Your pussy's fisting me, milking me."

My nails dig into his shoulders as I feel him jerk and grow impossibly bigger inside of me. I gasp, shove my hips forward. I can't get close enough. His finger presses deeper into my rear and his thrusts go hard, fast and deep, hitting that spot in me that sends my flying. And I'm off, gone. Shattered. Crying out my climax, my eyes flood with tears. Waves upon waves of intense heat lash over me as Rush continues to fuck me, using my orgasm to send him into his.

"Oh, Addison," he groans, thrusting fiercely into me, chasing his high. "My Ads."

I feel the hot rush of his come bathe my walls, and I grip him even tighter, hold him even closer as he eases his finger out of me and satisfies my last clenches of orgasm with four deep, yet slow thrusts into my sex. God, this is right. This is it. How it's supposed to be. Finally, he slows, drops his head back against the wall and wraps his arms around my waist, locking me in.

"Fuck, Ads," he breathes.

"I know," I say, dragging my tear-stained face across his shoulder. "I know."

Without another word, he pushes away from the wall and heads out of the kitchen. Sweat clings to us both as he carries me down the long hallway. I know where we're going. I saw it on my tour. His bedroom. It's big and modern and right now that's all I can register or care about because when we enter, he goes straight for the bed and lays me down, oh-so gently, on my side. No lights are on, but the moon's magnificent glow streams in through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The sheets feel cool and soft against my skin, but they're nothing compared to the hot, hard body that tucks in behind me.

For a good five minutes, or maybe it's an hour, I don't know or care, we just lie together like sweaty spoons. I stare out the window to the landscape in the distance and let myself acknowledge the perfection in the moment. Coming to Las Vegas, I hadn't even dreamed I'd get to share this again with Rush.

I close my eyes and try to calm my breathing. Tomorrow I'm supposed to go back, to home and school. I have a paper due on Monday...

"What are you doing?" Rush whispers against my neck.

I shiver. "I don't know." Thinking. Trying not to think. "I could easily fall asleep."

He groans softly. "Shit, me too. But, baby, there's not going to be any sleeping tonight."

I feel his cock, hard and ready against the curve of my butt. My back arches automatically. "You want me to stay?"

He's quiet for a second, and I wish I had a super power that allowed me to hear the thoughts of others. Or maybe just one other.

"Addison," he says finally. "I have you in my bed. You're not going anywhere. Not tonight, not..."

He stops himself. And I panic. The last thing in the world I want is for this moment to go south, and if he starts overthinking, that's exactly where we're headed. Whatever happens tomorrow, happens. Tonight, we're going to kiss, and lick each other, and laugh, and fuck. That's it.

I roll to my belly and give him a seductive smile. "I'm very open to being your prisoner."

His eyes instantly darken. "How open?"

As he watches, a grin pulling at his mouth, I come up on all fours. "How's this?"

He groans. He's so gorgeous and so completely captivating, I could stare at him for days without a break. No food, no water. Just Rush.

"Damn, Ads," he practically growls. "That sweet ass kills me."

As he slips a hand beneath me and plays gently, erotically with my nipple, I close my eyes and sigh. It's done. I'm done. Forever. I swear, to whoever is up there directing traffic, this guy owns me. My heart, my body, every cell.

My pussy stirs with heat, and I squirm, wanting him again. Just the thought of him entering me, inch by steely inch, makes hot shards of pleasure rip through my sex.

My eyes open. His hand is gone from my breast, and he's behind me now, his fingers working the tape from between my shoulder blades.

"What are you doing?" I say, glancing over my shoulder.

"Taking off the bandage." He's flush against me now, the thick shaft of his cock moving tantalizingly between my sensitive flesh as he works. "It's been two hours."

Two hours? I feel a pang of anxiety, like time is moving too fast. Tomorrow's coming too quickly. "How is it?"

He sucks air between his teeth and his eyes lift to mine. "Perfect."

"Can I see it?" I feel the hard, wet pressure of his cock against my opening.

His eyes still locked to mine, he shakes his head. "Not yet," he says, sinking into me with a groan. "Not yet."


बीपी ब्लू सेक्सी बीपी

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सेक्सी बीएफ पाकिस्तान: बीपी ब्लू सेक्सी बीपी, Next, to my surprise and pleasure, he put his mouth on my pussy. I was in ultimate pleasure. He then licked my pussy from clit to vaginal hole. He started licking my clit now. I was getting more and more wet. I could almost imagine the slurping sound. He put his fingers back again..

एक्स एक्स सेक्सी वीडियो सुहागरात

Pooja Ahhaaa… kiya…meantime she forward her hand to open my under wear, I pushed my self o her mouth further.. सेक्सी पिक्चर और वीडियोMe: I tried but either I do it very fast which pains a lot or I do it really slow as a result I cannot relive..

I said we will discuss them in toilet room…She said ohhh..U r very bad guy and so naughty..You want me to join in toilet?. पेशाब करने वाली सेक्सीWomen do like rough sex and BDSM”, an old advice of a good friend rung in my ears and I decided that this was the best time to go for it..

Me: how was my acting?She: nice no one doubt on us. I closed the door locked from inside slowly making no soundShe also acted nicely in front of my sister, she already in bed.बीपी ब्लू सेक्सी बीपी: You flinched and didn’t said anything. You lifted your hand and put it on my head, slowly pushing it down, I knew what you wanted..

After some trails my cock went inside of her ass. Then I fucked her ass 10 minutes and delivered inside in her ass..Guys/girls this is my first chudai story mistake k liye sorry and plzz do rply ki apko.Ye story kaisi lagi in my id[emailprotected]girls jo koi bhi maze karna chahta hai sex karna chahte hai please msg mei in my id ...

ब्लू पिक्चर सेक्सी वीडियो सेक्स - बीपी ब्लू सेक्सी बीपी

I could clearly see here navel shining in candle light.I came close to her and put my hand on her waist and pressed..He grabbed her ass, lifted her a bit and started fondling her ass along with suckling her lips. She too wrapped her legs around him and was enjoying being crushed by his well chiseled body. Their groins grinding against each other furiously..

Mai apne hath se use rukne ko kaha kyunki kuch der tak choosane ke bad mujhe dar hone laga tha. Lekin kusum nahi mani. Usne mere hath ko door dhakela aur fir se mere gotiyo (testicles) ko chusna chalu kiya.. बीपी ब्लू सेक्सी बीपी Meanwhile, I started bobbing my head up and down over his cock, sucking and licking furiously. Koushik was trembling as if he just had no control over his body..

I started crying, sorry chitti, theriyame paniten, pls chitti sorry, pls idha yaarkitayum sollateenga, na unga kallula venalum viluren, pls chitti neenga enna sonnalun kekuren idha yarkitayum sollidatheenga pls”, I begged..

डाउनलोड सेक्सी डाउनलोड?

बीपी ब्लू सेक्सी बीपी Nahi ji, kabhi nahi, and faster than the flash he embraced me; I believe in religious harmony, I heard him whisper in my ear..

ब्लू फिल्म सेक्सी वीडियो दिखाओ? वीडियो सेक्सी साड़ी वाला

बीपी ब्लू सेक्सी बीपी I realized that I was not alone on the boat, and had some company. Repeated calls, motivated me to go in search of the voice, to track down the person. I knew it was girl, but never bet on my luck for it to be Anusha..

मूवी सेक्सी वीडियो दिखाएं

Fir dhirese under dalne ki koshish ki per uski chut itni tight thi ki lund ghus hi nahi pa raha tha fir thoda gel lagaya or vapas jor dar dhakka mara or is baar lund uski chut pharta huwa under ghus gaya or uski cheekh nikal gai per mene uske hoth se hoth mila liye jisse ki awaaz nahi nikli,. Unhone apne husband ko phone kia aur badme aake meko phone de dia. Then prachi ne mujse pucha ki kya voh mere room stay kar skti hai jab tak unke husband nahi aate toh I said Yes”.

बीपी ब्लू सेक्सी बीपी M: theek h tumhare btate hi bahar nikal lunga. Ab maine uski gand me 1 ungali daal di. Use thoda pain hua..

हिंदी ब्लू फिल्म दिखाएं सेक्सी

सेक्सी एचडी वीडियो दीजिएS: tej tej chodo meri chut ko. Bhut mja aa rha h. Pura lund andar tak ja rha h. Sssshhh aise hi chodte rho..

Phir dheere semaine usko side mein kia..aur uska lund dekhkar hairaan reh gayi.Bahut hee dilkush lag raha tha uska lund..ekdam chikna aur aap ko maloom hi hoga humbachonki bahpan mein katna krathe hai(Removal of fore skin) uski laal supada ekdummota taza chamak rahatha.. The intimacy between us was wonderful because we made the right choice and enacted to at most perfection. I hope that I am right and we will always cherish those memories..

If we had a choice, we would have ripped each other’s clothes there and would have fucked each other’s brains out, but that was meant for another day. This day was all about kissing passionately and dry humping. And to be honest this was one of the wildest things both of us did till then..

That day was Friday after heavy hectic week was about to travel to madikeri karnataka’s beautiful place to enjoy. I was moving there for my friends marriage so I booked my tickets on srs for night journey..

Hallo frd mene anjali ki kaise chudai ki wo agli kahani me bata unga, aapko me story kai si lagi jaroor mail kare mera mail id hai :[emailprotected].

आंटी की सेक्सी स्टोरी Hi. I am Jay ([emailprotected]only for sexy girls). I am doing B.E. at Pune. Mai jyada boar na karte hue story pe ata hu..

सेक्सी फिल्म वीडियो एचडी मूवी

बीपी ब्लू सेक्सी बीपी: Then why am I jealous of her? No, I have to be rational in my thoughts and actions. Ratna can never have so understanding a lover as Koushik. I have to ensure that Ratna is loved by Koushik also. I have to change my selfish nature.. Thode der baad mai unse pucha ki aj wo kaha soegi to unhone kaha ki aj wo apne room me hi soegi, mai ye sunkar sad ho gaya tha kyoki mai unke room ne nahi so sakta tha.Mai jane laga to unhone bola ki kaha ja rahe ho mai bola ki mai sone ja raha hu sone k liye..


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Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes each one she passes goes ahhhhhh….

The west is pregnant with Brazil. There she sticks, all round and glorious, into the warm Atlantic. She is pure possibility, pure potential, and she has been since the Age of Exploration.

She has more billionaires than Japan and she has more surfers.

When she walks she’s like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gentle that when she passes each one she passes goes oooooooh….

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The history of surfing in Brazil is shrouded in as much salty mystery as the history of surfing in general. There are whispers that, maybe, a small surf community sprang up on the beaches of Sao Paulo in the early 1940s but these whispers are the same as those that say surfing, in general, started in Peru and not Hawaii. Weird whispers that feel fundamentally flawed. The real pioneers, the real first timers, paddled into the warm Atlantic off of glimmering Rio de Janeiro.

Rio in the 1960s was as hot as dusky sin. Oscar Niemeyer was erecting sex in the form of architectural gorgeousness. “I am not attracted to straight angles or to the straight line, hard and inflexible, created by man," he said of his vavavavoom buildings. “I am attracted to free-flowing, sensual curves. The curves that I find in the mountains of my country, in the sinuousness of its rivers, in the waves of the ocean, and on the body of the beloved woman." Oh Brazil’s beloved woman! Dusky sin! On the beaches of Rio, these beloved women were experimenting with bikinis so small, so teeny tiny, that the imagination was turned entirely off. No need to guess what lies beneath when it is right there in full Technicolor. Those bottoms! Those tops! Right there in full Technicolor!

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What could be better? Buildings as sex on land, bikinis as sex on the beach, Bossa Nova so sexy in the air and surfing, perpetual sex, in the water.

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What could be better? Buildings as sex on land, bikinis as sex on the beach, Bossa Nova so sexy in the air and surfing, perpetual sex, in the water.

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This Powerful understanding will help both men and women understand each other and themselves and help create more understanding, healing and more pleasure! Sexual pleasure! Have you ever noticed how much some women, some times seem to either enjoy arguing and getting enraged or pick fights with you on purpose? Well, I am about to let you in on a little known kinky secret that will help you understand your little Cave girl. hahaha...

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Ok, now here's what's going on? It's Story time! Well, when I was in my mid 20's, I was deeply, madly in love with this really cute Laotian girl. Man she would drive me crazy... ugh!!! But, I learned something extremely powerful from it that changed all of my intimate relationships with hotties from that point forward! hahahaha...

See how here: So here's what would happen on a regular basis, almost weekly, sometimes 2 times a week. I would be in a really peaceful, happy mood and life was AWESOME!!! Then, I would hear a faintly feminine knock on my door and to my surprise, it would be my little cutey sexy Laotian girlfriend. I would open the door and there she would be all smiles and happy, slightly bouncing in delight, all 5'2" of her with a bright light that seemed to surround her. Well, upon answering the door, I would just light up in delight and all of my 5'9" finely sculpted World Class Kick Boxer's and Muay Thai Fighters body, all 165 lbs. of me, just rock solid, absolutely cut from Granite ready to attack on a moments notice. I was a mountain of chiseled muscle with that Roman Warriors jaw line! But my little baby girl was there and nothing in the world made me happier than seeing her! I Loved that little asian girl. She just knew how to make me happy. Unfortunately, she also knew how to make me extremely angry!

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" goes the Caveman Warrior! So anyways, there I was standing there all happy and full of delight, smiling, when I noticed, she suddenly went from smiles to kind of a... hmmmmm... not mad, but almost upset look... Well, long story short, she started to play mind games with me like only an Asian girl can.

She then lied about what she just said and it just got worse and worse and worse... Until finally I began to absolutely "Boil Over" like a Powerful Mountainous Volcano ready to explode into the atmosphere with molten hot lava. (Well, I could have sworn I saw a glint in her eye, almost like a smile...) And this just made Furious!

Well, I held my tongue and I tried to calmly ask her why she was doing this, etc. etc. I was trying to rationalize what was going on, not realizing, she had her own motives. And I was literally like that Hot, Explosively POWERFUL MEGA TONS of Molten Lava in that Hawaiian Mountain of a Volcano ready to explode deeply into the night sky with it's Pure heat from the Core of the earth... Well, she would just twist my words and everything I was saying, almost like she was doing it on purpose... MAN!!!! I was pissed off... And then I saw it... yes, I definitely saw it... A subtle yet perceptible grin that she just couldn't contain anymore... Well, this brings me to this Amazing book that changed my life when it comes to understanding human behavior and relationships and groups.

One day I was walking through the Book Store and out of no where, this book, literally jumped out at me visually with it's brightly colored reds and oranges mixed in with green and dark black all around it. I then grabbed the book and the title blew me away and I almost set it down until I read the sub title. The book is called The Lucifer Principle and subtitle says,  A Scientific Journey into the forces of History!

So, I was intrigued by the pictures on the cover of war, Mao a rat and germs. I opened it up and turns out, it's about the evolution of human behavior and why we are so aggressive. Well, on page 33, it talks about how a few Duck species have a peculiar thing they do. Now on this page alone, it talks about how women, and I quote "Encourage Killers" "Women are "Violent" "Females are as much a part of the apparatus that triggers male violence as the men themselves" etc. etc. So then it goes onto say, Nobel Prize winning ethologist Konrad Lorenz described a common behavior in several species of Ducks.

Why women Like to Argue with men

The female runs out to the edge of her husbands territory and tries to provoke another duck, then runs back to her male, stands next to him and then looks behind her at the enraged rival in the hope that her mate will jump into the fray.41 Many are the Human Females who have tried to stir up a similar fight. 42 Well, it goes on to talk about other ways women of all species including human females will do things to either encourage men to go off to war to kill or fight in daily life.

So, this triggered me to investigate this much further, not only in this book but in other studies on the correlation between female violence and triggering men to fight or even kill and get angry and enraged. And you want to know what one of the biggest purposes is? Because it sexually turns women on! YEAH!!! I know, right now, you are probably having an OMG!!! moment aren't you? Well, this doesn't turn out all bad and I am not here to knock women. But, I am here to teach you how to effectively deal with this in a way that fulfills her mating desires and her needs completely in a way that nobody has to die! Sound good? hahaha.. yeah, it does!

Well, without going into any more scientific detail, scientific study or Nobel Prize winning studies, at this point, here's what's going on. When the Male Duck or Human gets enraged like a freaking Mountainously Chiseled, Warrior Caveman, ready to Explode and blow up into the night sky, with his neck veins throbbing, pulsating and pumping blood through his Powerful body, his adrenaline begins pumping big time and his testosterone and or pheromones are shooting or flying all over the place. So not only does the image of her Powerful Caveman about to explode into the night sky like Glowing, searing molten lava, but his pheromones begin to release and she smells it and it triggers her mating system to want to have POWERFUL, POWERFUL, EROTICALLY EXPLOSIVE, MALE DOMINANT SEX IN THE BED!!! And for some women, (Notice I said some, see Generalization Disclaimer above) this is the most Powerfully erotic turn on a woman can have!

Females Can have Orgasms through Communication in Relationships

In fact, some women can literally have Powerful orgasms right there watching there Caveman, you, scream and yell and rant and rave and explode... yeah, women can have orgasms right there without even having sex! Cool huh! I bet you didn't know that! Now, here's another very, very, very important side note that I must include real quick right now! Women have been pushing and pushing into the corporate world to prove they are just as equal as men, etc. etc. Well, right now, for at least 5 to 10 years, more and more women are giving up and saying, I have had it!! (Again, please see Disclaimer above and please notice I didn't say all and or every one.)

Statistically and socially more and more women are dropping out of the corporate world and this fight fight fight to prove themselves to be equal with men. Why? Because more and more women are finally realizing, they want a Caveman to sweep her off her feet, melt her heart with his masculinity, power and testosterone!

Women want both to be independent and have a powerful caveman! This is soooooooooo hard wired into the female's mating system, which is in her lower cave girl brain, it's not even funny! This is an instinctual, intrinsic need that women have. (Please see disclaimer for those who... well, you know.) It's literally part of our natural mating instinct. But men (Disclaimer) don't do this anymore. And women keep saying, "Where are all the good men!" She does not mean nice and polite at all... She means masculine, dominant, take charge, throw her over your shoulder, smack her on the ass and lead in this way! Right now, we are living in a time when more and more women want to be powerfully seduced, turned on, sexed, pounded, penetrated and exploded into!

Women, ok, some to many women, (Disclaimer) are now finally, openly, even publicly admitting they want to find a man they can surrender to, to a powerfully dominant man, in the bedroom. And respected in public. ( I Teach how to effectively do both in my courses! This is literally an Art) Note: The #1 Complaint I here married women say to me is that they are bored in the bedroom because he's being too nice. No Caveman dominance, etc. The #2 Complaint is men don't speak the Internal Female Language that triggers her mating system. You are in luck, I teach both of these in my courses. The problem is, you absolutely must understand the duality of the female mind and how women want to be seduced and also respected. I Massively, Powerfully teach this in my courses. And, the female form of being seduced is completely and totally foreign to the male brain! I specialize in teaching this form of female seduction to men in my courses. In fact this is the only course on the planet that can actually teach you, not only how to understand this, but to open up to this part of your psyche / Brain to powerfully do it from a natural place so you don't have to think or be logical, because that will ruin it!

Now, I am going to talk about a phenomenon that is happening right now in our society! There is a book that has been on all the TV Talk shows, I believe I saw it on Oprah. It's called 50 shads of grey. It's a very, very erotic, kinky and dominant book. It's about men or a man dominating women. Now, I have not read it yet. But I have seen talk shows and also met a few women who have just finished it. This book is literally hot off the presses! (Women are even advertising it in their online dating pages discretely and ask if you have read this book yet!) Women are eating this book up and also saying, "Hey, we want to be dominated more and more." The old 70's, I am independent is kind of taking a back seat right now and women want to be dominated. But this is a fine, fine art that I have been teaching in my course for over 15 years now! Because women are both independent and want to surrender! This is the Key to Understanding women which I teach in my courses. Now, here's what's really going on. People, women are sick and tired of trying to live up to this unrealistic expectation of being pure and perfect.

Men and women have desires, powerful desires. And that is what my course is all about. Combining, integrating both the left and right brain, combined with our Caveman / Cave girl lower, reptilian brain or RAS Activating system, our instinctual system. This is what consciousness is all about. For years and years and years our modern society has tried to crush, destroy our pleasure centers desires and has tried to shut that down and act like we are not of the Flesh like an animal. The fact is, we are also flesh and have an instinctual animal brain. And, shoving it down will only make you and society go crazy!

My Course is all inclusive! My course teaches you how to integrate your Whole Brain. Why? Because your entire brain is so much more powerful and so much smarter than just your intellectual brain. Your body and or emotions and instinctual brain contain all of your knowledge and higher being. And this is much healthier to live in a complete way. Think of it this way, do you really think that by disconnecting from your deeply held emotions and feelings that you are smarter? Do you really think that by shutting off from your right brain, the emotional, creative, spiritual brain that some how you are smarter because you have less power and less knowledge. I think you already have the answer!

I teach men how to use their full brain power  and double their intelligence capacity! If we as a society are ever going to raise our consciousness and find a way to peace, we must open up to our higher and complete, Whole Brain. Denying our natural instincts and inclinations is simply limiting. Now, back to the story. So, now Oprah Winfrey and other talk show hosts and radio shows have been interviewing women and the author of this book, 50 Shades of Grey and how revolutionary this book is.

And how women want men to take charge in the bedroom and even tie them up and dominate them.

Now, about 15 years ago, I was in Emeryville California in the restaurant called Elephant Bar. And I told the hostess I specialized in Communication between men and women. And she was about 20 years old, in college and said to me, "If you really want to understand women, you have to buy and read the book "My Secret Garden!" And, she said had me go across the street and buy it right then and there. That was the best thing I ever did in my life. Ok, one of the best. This book, my Secret Garden is a book written by a Liberal, Feminist woman, but it will surprise you. It's another book about women's Sexual Liberation and how women have sexual desires just as much as men do if not more. YOU absolutely must read the very, very beginning of the book...

Now here's the deal. hahaha... This young little girl was extremely feminine and petite and in my eyes, extremely innocent. And I was treating her with kid gloves and being very polite, correct, etc. And as I look back now, I clearly see what it was that triggered her to tell me to read this very, very, very Erotic, XXX rated, sexually energized book. The book is about this author who interviews dozens of women on their fantasies and what they wish their husbands or boyfriends would do to them. Needless to say, they are about Domination and submission, being taken by her Caveman, spanked, tied up, leather, whips, talked dirty to in a way that was extremely shocking to me, because my entire life, being raised in the 70's in the Bay area, California, all I ever heard was to respect women, honor women, don't see women as sexual objects, etc. etc. etc. So, I, like a lot of American men became that boring lover and boring conversationalist whom women despise.

She, the author, goes on to say that she thought the feminist were the ones who she believed would support her book and praise it because the feminist movement is about female empowerment, freedom and equality! She thought writing a book and gathering stories from dozens and dozens of other women who wanted to share their wild, erotic fantasies would free women more and give women sexual freedom. But it was the Feminist groups that shut her down! Surprisingly, it was the other core women whom supported her and also agreed with her on her point of female Sexual Liberation. My point is this. When women say,

"What happened to all the good men?"

They do not mean what happened to all the nice, kind, polite men who open doors! In fact, they mean, where did all the Masculine, Beastly Cavemen go? Where's the man who is going to absolutely ravage me, dominate me and sweep me off of my feet and melt my heart? So there I was, yelling and screaming, Exploding like a Ravaging Caveman Warrior at my cute little Asian hottie girlfriend... And, I saw it, I did!!! I did!!! She smiled! She f'king Grinned and was about to burst out in joy and pleasure!!!! She actually began to quiver and shiver, with her arms crossed, holding her hand to her mouth tightly, with her other arm tightly held across her body, trying to hide that she was having an orgasm right there at my doorway!!!

"I WAS ENRAGED!!!!" "I WANTED TO EXPLODE!!!!" "HOW DARE SHE F'CK WITH ME ON PURPOSE!!!" SHE KNEW WHAT SHE WAS DOING AND SHE WAS ENJOYING IT THOROUGHLY!!!" (At the time I didnt' realize she was having an orgasm, I just thought she was smiling and grinning and enjoying it on that level because she pissed me off!)

I couldn't believe what I was seeing!!! So I called her on her bullshit!!! And screamed at her and said, "You like this don't you?" "This is actually making you happy isn't it?" Well, she denied it again and again! But was grinning the entire time, she couldn't hide it. and had this glimmer in her eye, kind of like Santa Claus when he does a good deed.

Now here's what happened. I was confused and I was like What the F'K is going on??? Then it hit me. This is turning her on! She gets turned on sexually when I get angry and go into a rage!!!! So I yelled at her, "You like this don't you?" "It makes you happy to fuck with me like this doesn't it?" "You like making me angry  and hurting me huh?" "You're sick!" "Your sick and need therapy!" "You need to see a psychologist and get some help!" So I turned around and walked into my living room and she said, "No Baby, no!" "I don't!" "I Swear, I don't like to make you mad!" And then, she hugged me and melted me... I was so confused and hurt and angry and I didn't trust her at all...

(Which is why I wrote this, because this behavior angers, enrages and creates a ton of mistrust in men for their wives when women do this. She is trying to get turned on powerfully. You think she's just trying to hurt you for no reason. She is actually trying to get massively turned on sexually. When you see it from this perspective, all of a sudden you can shift your perspective and then go into acting mode, she won't even know you are acting. And you can realize, she's not just trying to mess with your mind because she has some kind of psychological dysfunction, it's instinctual and very, very Powerfully Erotic to her!)

This was the biggest down fall to our relationship until I read that page 33 in The Lucifer Principle and the rest of the book and also My Secret garden and how women (Disclaimer) need and Powerfully desire to be taken by a caveman! Needless to say, she was crying and was hugging me and kissing me... And I loved her, I wanted her to Love me too... She calmed me down with her loving and nurturing ways and we were crying, kissing, and I literally grabbed her, threw her over my shoulder, smacked her on the ass and carried her into my Cave and threw her onto the bed and ripped her clothes off and we made love more passionately, more powerfully than ever in our entire lives! It was the most amazing sex we ever had...

And then something happened. Something Powerful, something amazing. I can't explain to you how powerful this from of sexual orgasm after orgasms is, it caused us to emotionally completely open up and powerfully explode into the spiritual level of connection filled with bliss, nirvana, purity and a deeper love than I have or she has ever felt in our entire lives! It was the most amazing experience I have ever had in my entire life! I can't explain to you the level of connection that happens when you just completely throw all of societies rules to the curb and just totally, completely go for it, something Energetic, emotional, spiritual happens! You Bond on a level you simply can not imagine! We were like 2 peas in a pod. We could literally read each others minds and the slightest body language, etc. etc. We Knew each other Biblically you could say! NOW THAT'S ROMANCE!!!! (Powerful, dirty talk, take charge, hold her down, CaveMan Style! Disclaimer, in our modern society, you really need to learn how to set this up and lead her into this. So take my courses and learn how!)

Side Note: A few months later, I asked her, if she did that on purpose? I asked her if she came over to my place and when I was in a very happy mood, would purposely piss me off? And she said,

"Yes, because it turned her on sexually!" Being the nice, polite guy, opening doors and pulling out chairs, following rules bores her to tears... What I am saying is this. You don't have to get angry when she is trying to purposely piss you off! What you need to do is know this, understand, see, feel and absolutely know, she is trying to powerfully create that connecting, bonding experience of a life time!!!!! She loves you and is doing everything in her power to get you to open up to your heart of hearts, deep, deep, deep, deep inside to simply OPEN THE FUCK UP TO YOUR REAL HEART AND EMOTIONS, CRY, LAUGH, SCREAM, YELL, OPEN THE FUCK UP AND CONNECT WITH HER EMOTIONALLY! BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THIS LIFE AND THIS RELATIONSHIP IS ALL ABOUT!!!

See, you don't have to get angry any more or hurt or smash expensive furniture or TV's... Instead, just know, that you need to act like a caveman. Grab her, throw her over your shoulder, smack her on the ass hard, take charge and be the man! Throw her into bed and ravage her, talk dirty, really, really dirty and turn her the F'K on!!!! I promise you, this is so much more than sex! This is literally and I mean literally a spiritual experience you are about to open up to!

Your Heart Chakra will literally open up and you will feel the energy flow right through you in a very warm, open and sensual way!

There is a mental connection, emotional connection and then a Powerfully Physical / Sexual Connection that opens you up to a deeper level of Emotional Fulfillment! And remember, she needs you to respect and love her in the morning and especially in public.

Romancing a women is not opening doors and paying for dinner! Wake up already guys! She wants to be ravaged and needs to surrender to you emotionally. But that is an art! The art of Romance, Love and Seduction. Romance = Powerful Seduction leading to a Powerful Erotic form of Sex! If you want to learn how to Powerfully Seduce your wife or girlfriend, I highly, highly suggest you take my complete 10 session intro course! Your wife, your girlfriend, your Love is worth it!

It's all about Emotional Fulfillment for her!!

P.s. there is a song by Nine Inch Nails called "Fuck you like an Animal." It says: "I Want o fuck you like an Animal." "I want to feel you from the inside!" Listen to this song, listen to the powerful music and it's words and you will understand what she wants and needs from you!

It not only turns her on Sexually but it makes her Feel Loved!

You need to satisfy a women's needs Mentally, Emotionally and Sexually through this hidden form of Communication and Body Language!

 It not only turns her on Sexually but it makes her Feel Loved!

This is where you get your True Power in Relationships!

Note: Her Mating System is Directly Connected to her Right Brains "Communication Center"

Hint: A hidden form of Communication Directly Triggers her Mating System.

Buy my Book Crack The Female Code to Learn more!

Yes, it's all about communication. This form of communication not only gives women love and emotional fulfillment, but also turns women on. This is the internal language and the indirect subtle form of sensual pleasure that is hard wired to her mating system through her right brain. Men are turned on sexually through their eyes and visual system. Women are Powerfully, Powerfully turned on sexually through their ears! Yes, their ears and through this hidden form of Communication that I teach in my courses!

P.s. just know, that you don't actually have to get angry or hurt anyone or smash anything. But, act like you are raving mad, sweat, spit fire and BE A CAVEMAN and grab her and throw her over your shoulders and smack her on the ass and give her powerful, powerful sex!

Dirty Talk with women in Relationships is an Important Art

YES, Talk Dirty, but there is an art to that and you have to know how, otherwise she may get pissed off, hurt, etc. If you really want to learn more, buy my book on sale now or set up your Private, Elite coaching series Now!

Mike Kollin

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