I woke up this morning with my Mistress sucking and nibbling on my neck. I don’t think there is ever a better way to wake up on a Sunday morning - or any morning at that. My pussy was gushing almost instantly. I told her so, and she decides to play with it for a while, but reeeaally slowly and…
Everything behind your panties seems to pulse with need. The way your skin tingles all over merely from the caressing of your thighs makes you realise that your entire body is an entity of pure sexuality. You are a slave of pleasure, sex is you very nature… your body aches for it.
The more those fingers trace between your thighs, sliding along your confined sex, the more you want to scream out for those fingers to slide into you. Everything inside you wants to leap out and make your fingers masturbate yourself hard and fast… you know better than to give in, you live for this submission…
Happiness is making your wife orgasm, taking your pleasure from doing it for Her, seeing, feeling and hearing Her cum under your touch - and not once thinking about asking to be unlocked yourself.
It’s kind of funny how as you get older, you start enjoying thing that you hated as a kid, like taking naps and getting spanked.
It’s not the restraints that make you helpless, what makes you so utterly helpless is just how much your tender flower craves the softness of my warm, slippery tongue.
She takes her time, bringing them to the edge repeatedly, one after the other, moving onto the next and back again. Their throbbing cocks pulsate with need as she wonders who will be the last to hold back.
The 3 of them must stay hard throughout while holding back the orgasm which constantly surges through that twitching shaft. The hardest part is looking into those hungry, lustful eyes of hers, knowing that if they manage to outlast the other 2, the prize of fucking her will be theirs. The thought of penetrating her tight, wet pussy makes it even more unbearable.
If I had my live to live over again… Next time I would find you sooner so that I could love you longer.
WHY SUFFER ORGASM DENIAL?Besides the obvious answer being that they enjoy it, it’s something new and exciting to add some spark in the dark. More specifically, it simulates the same excitement and uncertainty they experienced when they first met and began dating. The excited energy the two feel between them can then increase the attention the man and the woman provide to each other, heightening the feelings of affection and love, which help to build a stronger overall relationship.The tease part of the denial hits deep into the social dating psyche, since flirting is at its core a basic tease and denial. A man and a woman flirt, ultimately, in hopes of establishing a new sexual relationship, which may or may not ever come to be. Neither of the two in a new couple knows where the relationship will go until they get there. And certainly, they don’t know if they’ll get to cum together or not, either. It is that uncertainty which makes meeting a new lover seem so exciting. When an established couple introduces T&D into their relationship, they re-establish that same uncertainty, which can rekindle that same infatuated spark of sexual excitement in their relationship.T&D also empowers the woman, which can be a huge turn on for both parties involved. Due to the connection of intense feelings with sexual desire, the increased sexual desire intensifies the emotional feelings in the relationship, and this too can be of benefit to both partners.The control self-imposed by submitting to orgasm denial is also not unlike a marriage vow, which is of course itself a vow of limits as a show of devotion. In a typical marriage vow, one is voluntarily binding themselves to having sex only with their spouse, and no other. In the case of orgasm control, the “vow” goes beyond just WHO you’ll have sex with, and takes it to the next level where the submitting partner is vowing, no matter who they are with, to only cum when their partner allows it. So, like the marriage vow, the vow of orgasm control is a self-imposed limit as a show of devotion.By introducing unpredictable orgasms into the relationship, the level of arousal is more intense, and also makes those orgasms that he does have that much more enjoyable, just as a birthday party is more exciting when it’s a surprise party! Knowing that he is not allowed to satisfy himself, but that she alone is attentive to his needs, and is taking care of him, helps him appreciate her all the more in their relationship. Denial of the orgasm also obviously avoids the refractory period; the inevitable period of time during which the man is unresponsive to sexual stimulus. By avoiding the orgasm, he remains in his heightened state of arousal much more of the time. So, while he may not be having orgasms as often as he used to, if she is dutifully and frequently teasing his cock, he would certainly have to agree that he is more aroused more often.
Color 3 second video loop of a naked couple on a couch. He is laying on his back, with her laying on top of him. Her backside is on his upper belly, his erection is pointing towards her girl parts, but misses touching by an inch. She is leaning back, head on the back of the couch, her back arched. She is playing with her nipples. He has one hand on her thigh and his other hand is massaging her clit, she looks like she is close to cumming.
Imagine the shared feeling of her orgasm, so close to his cock. He might even feel her juices spray his cock as she spasms in orgasmic bliss.
It only takes a second to show someone how you feel about them,
The police call it indecent exposure, but whatever…
Ugh. Last night New Partner thought it would be amusing to play with my clit directly until it was so sensitive I could no longer tell if I was in pleasure or in pain. I was squirming, having trouble keeping my legs apart until I just couldn’t take it any longer and they would try to close up and lock him out or just do anythingto get it to ease up.
When we finally fucked I came in…oh, about 25 seconds after we started. And then was too oversensitive to cum again…frustratingly so.
We talked about it later. He found the whole thing amusing. Thinks he needs to try tying my legs open next time. Apparently he enjoys seeing me struggle but would like to just have unfettered access some time.
I’m so fucked.
I’m just a man. I am the way I am because of my life’s history. Because of the people who have shaped me and the things that have happened to me. I have my faults. A number of them. I know them well. I’m not proud of them and I wish I could eliminate them. I want to. I give it my best but it’s a constant struggle. It doesn’t always work. But at least I try.
Maybe I’m like an old book. Somewhat beaten up with torn pages here and there and stains on once crisp paper. But the story is still there. It still offers something to the reader. All they have to do is open the book and start reading. Hopefully they will forget about the imperfections and appreciate the content.
I have some regrets. Things I should have done and how I have handled certain situations in the past. I hope that every time I have failed I have learned a lesson. That I picked up something in myself, even if only small, that would help me be a better man. I am who I am. If that’s good enough then that pleases me. If not, I have no problem looking into the mirror. Because I think I’m a good story and worth reading more than once, faults and all.
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Picture of girl wearing only socks, and pulling a DVD from well stocked entertainment shelf.
Caption: let’s play games & watch porn together.
A simple embrace. That’s all he needed. Words were not required. He didn’t have to hear that everything would be alright. That things would get better. That tomorrow was another day. He wasn’t looking for reassuring words, a different perspective or logical reasoning. There was nothing anyone could say that would make a difference. No, not this time.
There was no need for them to be naked. He didn’t have to see her in that way at this particular moment in time. The way her body moved. The sounds she made. The reactions she provoked in him time and time again. He loved it all. He couldn’t get enough of it. More often than not there was a time and a place for it. Quite often the time and the place were not right or appropriate. That’s what made it so good. But no, not this time.
He needed to be in her arms. To feel them closing around him like the wide wings of an angel, protecting him, putting his mind at ease. He longed for her warm breath on his neck, her unruly hair in his face. No words or wild movements. Nothing would calm him right now other than her soothing arms engulfing his body and shielding his spirit from the world outside. To take him away for a few minutes to a place not visible but very real. A place where he could patch up his wounds, regain his strength and come back with renewed focus and determination.
All he wanted was her embrace. He needed it more than ever!
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