For the last 2 years sometimes twice daily now. Everytime I take a shower, I stroke my dick and blow my load into my buddies fiance's hair conditioner bottle. I shower in the mornings before work and nightly after work. She usually ends up in there right after me since I get home 30min before her. She's a down to earth, smoking hot, petite blonde with a fat ass and perfect handful amount of tittie. THERE IS NOTHING I WANT MORE IN THIS LIFE, THAN TO FUCK HER SENSUALLY 🙌 My dick gets soooo hard Everytime she walks in the shower. Just knowing my cum is about to be running down her body and she has no clue.. I wanna potentially get with her and just keep things discreet.. Fuck her brains out while her man is working and cum in her sweet pussy. I just find it hard to make that accusation to her, just for the fact he showed up to my house and caught me fucking his last girl years back.. (totally worth it. That was hands down the best pussy I've ever been inside) But something gotta give, I've never been so attracted to anyone like this in my entire life! 😓
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A long time ago, the strangest thing happened to me, I still think about it fairly often over the years. Lately it's been back on my mind a lot, for whatever reason.
I had been swimming with my friend Nicole, and afterward we decided to go back to her place and hang out. We got there and there was nobody else home, so we grabbed some snacks and soda and headed to her room.
We had been casual acquaintances for a couple years, but we became better friends the beginning of that summer. I hung out with her brother sometimes, mostly in the computer room, but I had never been in her room before.
I remember she had bunk beds for some reason, the weird kind with a big bed on the bottom and a slightly smaller bed on top. I have no idea why, either. She had siblings, yeah, a brother and a sister, but they had their own rooms, and her sister was a lot older, by maybe seven years or so. Older to the point where I was surprised she was still living at home. I could only guess that maybe they were a holdover from some time she shared a room with her older sister or something, I never asked and never found out.
I was also extremely jealous because she had a cable box, in her room! Even if my mother could have afforded such a thing, she never would have let me have one, I was stuck with cable coming straight from the wall, like a chump!
She said she had to wash her hair and left to go take a shower. I was sitting on her bed, flicking through channels, watching Nickelodeon or MTV or whatever. I won't lie, I was thinking about her in that shower. We were friends, and I had no delusions of us being more, but she was quite a looker.
Eventually she returned to the room, wearing only a towel... on top of her head! Otherwise, completely stark naked! I tried not to be noticeably surprised, I tried not to have her catch me gawking like a geek, whatever, but she didn’t pay me much notice. I expected her to, like, shriek and back out, like she forgot I was there or something, but she just came in and closed the door.
It wasn’t anything sexual, either. She didn’t come on to me or anything, she just went about her way, casually getting things out of her dresser, looking in the mirror, moving stuff around on her vanity, holding a casual conversation about what was on TV or whatever, I could barely think because I was so distracted. She was acting perfectly normal other than the fact that she was naked.
I couldn’t help but sneak peeks, and longer looks whenever I got the chance, not like I had to worry because it wasn’t like she was trying to catch me or anything, but I was still worried she might. I had no idea what was going on, still don’t to this day. Her family weren’t nudists or anything, as far as I had ever known. I had been to her house before, nothing like this ever happened.
I fully believe she wasn’t coming on to me or trying to entice me in any way, either. I've told a very few people this story before, and they all seem to think I missed my cue, like she was giving me a signal, but I sincerely doubt it. She never gave me any kind of look or approached me in a proactive way or anything, there wasn’t anything sensual or cloying about her manner. She acted the same way she acted while clothed. I’m pretty sure if I had tried to hit on her or touch her or anything, she would have thrown me out. I didn’t so much as comment about her nudity, for fear of ruining anything.
Instead I just accepted the strange luck I had been given and let my eyes absorb everything. For a good while she stood in front of her big vanity mirror with her back to me, giving me a good look at both sides. The mirror wasn’t full length but it was big enough to let me see everything. I remember her wispy blonde pubes, thin enough to let me see the lips of her vulva beneath. I remember her holding the towel with her left hand while bending over to retrieve something from a low drawer. The dimples on the sides of her butt.
Eventually she took the towel off her head and dabbed at her legs and backside a bit with it, before brushing some kind of products through her long blonde hair, still nude the entire time.
I tried not to be visibly excited but I was exploding, in my mind. She shook her still damp hair and retrieved some more things from her bureau.
Eventually she put on a white, lacy bra, not see through but frilly, and then some shiny, slightly blue panties, I watched her pulling them up the entire time, wishing I were them. She finished getting dressed and opened her door, then came and sat beside me on the bed, her hair was still slightly damp.
We sat there watching TV and chatting, eventually her father came home and greeted us, soon enough the rest of her family was there, as well. I was still running her previous nudity through my mind the entire time.
After who knows how long, it got dark, I left and went home. She and I were still cool that entire summer, still hung out at the pool a lot, but there were no more nude house visits after that. I hung with her at her house a few times after that, sometimes we were alone again, but they were all normal, fully clothed hangs. Much to my chagrin.
After that summer we were still cordial, but she was already moving on to different friends, mostly girls, generally stuck up snobs. We would see each other in the hallways and be cool, but we weren’t really hanging out anymore. I still hung out with her brother sometimes, but she would only barely acknowledge me when I was over.
We fell even further out of touch after that, maybe an acknowledgment in the hallway, head nod or a smile, but no more friendly stop and chats.
After a while I realized I stopped seeing her or her brother at all and found out months after the fact that they had moved to another city, entirely! Didn't even think to tell me about it, the last time I had hung out with her brother, nobody had mentioned anything about moving.
I never found out what was going on that day, never found out if hanging out naked was something she had done with other people or something, like it was just normal for her, never found out if she thought I was gay and that’s why she was fine being naked around me, never found out if I was actually totally wrong about it being innocent casual nudity, nothing.
Even to this day I would love to ask, if I somehow got back in touch with her. If she would even remember at all, or if she would remember but pretend not to, or if she would think/pretend I was making it up and being some kind of freak for even bringing it up. Like I was trying to get with her or something. Maybe be freaked out that it's been on my mind this many years later. I just want to put an end to my nagging curiosity, is all.
The whole thing was very weird, and she’s almost become a bigger part of my memories, than she ever was a part of my life, which is sad when I think about it, especially with how important it all felt back then, friends seemed like the biggest thing in your life, people you would know forever, and then one day you just, never see them again. It's an odd feeling when a memory seems more real to you than the person the memory is about, has a bigger impact on your life than the person it's about.
The Boarding School by Ana�s Nin:
This is a story of life in Brazil many years ago, far from the city,
where the customs of strict Catholicism still prevailed. Boys of
good birth were sent to boarding schools run by the Jesuits, who
continued the severe habits of the Middle Ages. The boys slept
on beds of wood, rose at dawn, attended mass without break-
fast, confessed every day and were constantly watched and spied
upon. The atmosphere was austere and inhibiting. The priests
ate their meals apart and created an aura of sainthood around
themselves. They were stylized in their gestures and speech.
Among them was a very dark-skinned Jesuit who had some
Indian blood, the face of a satyr, large ears glued to his head,
piercing eyes, a loose-lipped mouth that was always watering,
thick hair and the smell of an animal. Under his long brown robe
the boys had often noticed a bulge which the younger boys
could not explain and which older boys laughed at behind his
back. This bulge would appear unexpectedly at any hour�while
the class read Don Quixote or Rabelais, or sometimes while he
merely watched the boys, and one boy in particular, the only fair-
haired one in all the school, with the eyes and skin of a girl.
He liked to get this boy off by himself and show him books
from his private collection. These contained reproductions of
Inca pottery on which there were often depictions of men stand-
ing against each other. The boy would ask questions which the
old priest had to answer elusively. Other times the prints were
quite clear; a long member came out of the middle of one man
and penetrated the other from behind.
At confession this priest plied the boys with questions. The
more innocent they appeared to be, the closer he questioned
them in the darkness of the little confessional box. The kneeling
boys were unable to see the priest, who was sitting inside. His
low voice came through a small grilled window, asking, "Have
you ever had sensual fantasies? Have you thought about
women? Have you tried to imagine a woman naked? How do
you behave at night in bed? Have you ever touched yourself?
Have you ever fondled yourself? What do you do in the morn-
ing upon rising? Do you have an erection? Have you ever tried
to look at other boys while they dress? Or at the bath?"
The boy who did not know anything would soon learn
what was expected of him and be tutored by these questions.
The boy who knew took pleasure in confessing in detail his
emotions and dreams. One boy dreamed every night. He did not
know what a woman looked like, how she was made. But he had
seen the Indians making love to the vicuna, which resembled a
delicate deer. And he dreamed about making love to vicunas and
awakened all wet every morning. The old priest encouraged
these confessions. He listened with endless patience. He imposed
strange punishments. A boy who masturbated continuously was
ordered to go into the Chapel with him when no one was
around, dip his penis in the holy water, and thus be purified.
This ceremony was carried out in great secrecy at night.
There was one very wild boy who looked like a little Moor-
ish prince, black-faced, with noble features, a royal carriage, and
a beautiful body so smooth that no bones ever showed, lean and
polished as a statue. This boy rebelled against the customary
wearing of nightgowns. He was used to sleeping naked and the
nightgown choked him, stifled him. So every night he put it on
like the other boys, and then he would secretly take it off under
his covers, and finally fall asleep without it.
Every night the old Jesuit would make his rounds, watching
that no boy visited another in his bed, or masturbated, or talked
in the dark to his neighbor. When he reached the bed of the
undisciplined one, he would slowly and cautiously lift the cover
and look at his naked body. If the boy awakened he would scold
him. "I came to see if you were sleeping without a nightgown
again!" But if the boy did not awaken he was content with a
long lingering glance at the youthful body asleep.
Once during anatomy class when he stood on the teacher's
platform, and the girlish blond boy sat staring at him, the
prominence under his priest's robe became obvious to everyone.
He asked the blond boy, "How many bones does man have
in his body?"
The blond boy answered meekly, "Two hundred and eight."
Another boy's voice came from the back of the classroom,
'But Father Dobo has two hundred and nine!"
It was soon after this incident that the boys were taken on
a botanical excursion. Ten of them lost their way. Among them
was the delicate blond boy. They found themselves in a forest,
far from the teachers and the rest of the school. They sat down
to rest and decide upon a course of action. They began eating
berries. How it began, no one knew, but after a while the blond
boy was thrown on the grass, undressed, turned on his stomach
and the other nine boys all passed over him, taking him as they
would a prostitute, brutally. The experienced boys penetrated
his anus to satisfy their desire, while the less experienced used
friction between the legs of the boy, whose skin was as tender as
a woman's. They spat on their hands and rubbed saliva over
their penises. The blond boy screamed and kicked and wept, but
they all held him and used him until they were satiated.
hello friends, long time lurker and very shy about sharing but i think this may worth it.
i have a situation i'd like to share and comment with you all.
To put things in perspective:
- I own a few apartments, wich i'm renting mostly to students since they are close to a big campus.
- Regarding women, im a complete beta idiot, im aware of my limits, i dont have much success, and i end falling too fast and too much for any girl who smiles at me twice.
- I'm in my 40s and it's been very long since i've dared to interact with another woman, i mostly hate them on a unconscious level i guess (my last gf really screwed me)
Considering this, now to the point.
3 months ago, i emptied one of the apartments, and it needed some work, i was considering to renew it a bit since it's one of my most profitable places (it's literally in front of the campus). It's a 1 room place, so i thought maybe expend some extra money on it and try to get a 2nd room to increase the income.
While i was considering all this, a girl called, she had been told by a friend about the place and she insisted on visiting even when i told her it would not be available for 6 months. We arranged to meet there that same day.
When i arrived she was already there, and i barely believed what i was seeing, she was absolutely stunning, 20yo, a beautifull face with deep green eyes, blonde hair on a pony tail, skinny, tall, very sensual figure. She wasnt dressed slutty at all, just some plain jeans and tshirt, but she looked sexy as hell.
On my scale of 0 to 10 she was a 23.
I was nervous all the time we were there, it always kill me to interact with a hot girl, on top of the looks she had a beautifull voice and she was kind and delicate.
i was sweating a lot but i managed to tell her about my thoughs about remodeling but she insisted that the apartment was perfect for her in its current state and pushed me... and like an idiot i ended agreeing renting it to her even when it wasnt what i wanted
i hated myself for a few days like i do when someone manages to take advantage of me like that... but i made the deal so i got the paperwork ready and we met there again
she signed and gave me the deposit. i was upset and it was noticeable, so she asked me if something was wrong... i dont know why but i told her, i told her everything... told her that she pushed me to do something i dont really wanted to and that i hated to feel uncomfortable around girls like her... i was angry and she freezed for a bit... i guess she wasnt expecting a 45yo man to confess being a shitty human being
she didnt said a word during my meltdown, so i was even more embarrased, i apologized and gave her the keys and ran to my home to hate myself a bit more.
a whole month passed, and she gave me a call, telling me i forgot to give her my bank account for her to transfer the rent, i was pretty sure it was on the contract but she insisted and asked me to come to discuss a few things about the apartment
i didnt liked the idea at all, but had to accept, so i went there the next morning.
so i knocked the door, and she opened it... i began to sweat right there guys... she was wearing the tinyest pajama i've ever seen... barefoot (im a feet guy)... her hair a bit messy... every inch of her was the very definition of sensuality
we went in, she offered me a coffee, i sat there in the couch and...
she kneeled in front of me
i freezed... she was there smiling... i was confused...
she placed her hands on my knees, and kept smiling... we were both in silence... i was REALLY sweating... my heart was jumping in my chest...
she said "i want to talk with you a few things... but first i think i need to apologize about what you told me last time"
i managed to say an "ok" and nod
she smiled and began to take my jeans out, i really could not believe any of it.... before i could think what to do she was giving me a blowjob, my very first one without a condom on...
it took me 30 seconds to orgasm... and she swallowed it... i was so embarrased that i wasnt able to speak at all...
so like that... she finished cleaning me... and sat by my side smiling
like nothing had happened and ignoring that i was half naked, she began to talk about the apartment... she wanted her room to be painted again and a few other things from the kitchen... of course i agreed to all, and during that talk i managed to relax... she was holding my hand all the time... she didnt seem to care that it was sweating
after that short talk... she asked me if the apology had been good enough and we were on good terms now... i told her that i never intended anything like that but of course i loved it and it was all more than good between us now
she seemed sincerely happy about what i said, it was time for her to go to the campus again so i went back to my place... very confused but well... i masturbated many times that day thinking about that.
Nothing else happened for 2 weeks and then i sent the painter to her place, that same night she called me, and told me that the paint was fresh and she wasnt able to sleep with that smell... she asked me if i knew any place she could sleep that day... i offered her an empty apartment i have not far from there... and out of nowhere she says "i was thinking in your place"
20 mins later she was naked in my bed, swallowing again my load...
then she began to kiss me... my hands were all over her, she was on top all the time... i wasnt able to do anything... she did it all... we spent there 3 hours of the best sex i've ever had. and she falled asleep with me there. i still doubt that i managed to make her orgasm even once... but she didnt care.
and here comes the thing
next morning she offered me a deal...
in exchange of a 30% discount on her rent, she would keep doing things like that. That would mean free rent for her because here the government pays students money when they come from unpopulated areas like her.
i dont need the money at all... but on the other hand... i cant help to think about a million ways this can derail...
she still looks and feels like an innocent girl from a small place, she has a boyfriend (dating him since high school) back at her town, but she insists on saying that he is more like a friend and she plans to end as soon as she comes back this summer. She wants to do this with me... she dont want a boyfriend... she wants us to be friends and help each other... and she chose me because she feels i cant harm her... wich is certainly true... if anyone can get hurt i know its going to be me... regarding the money thing, she admits that she expects a bit "more" from me but she want me to do it on my own judgement... and she explicitely said she dont want money... more like gifts or a weekend trip to somewhere nice... on the other hand she will walk the extra mile for me once in a while (she already did that recently)
i still have to give her a reply... but we've already done things a few times since then... she even agreed to try a few of my silly fantasies... so its implied that i have acepted...
my problem is that i think im again falling in love... how can i not love her when she is the kindest, nicest, sexiest, and more pleasing girl i've ever been with?
i know the age difference will make it impossible for her to take me seriously in the future, she even makes fun of it sometimes... but i cant help to enjoy the "moments" where reality seems to fade away between us...
That's all.... my only question is... am i doing ok by doing this... even when i know this will end with me in depression again? (and thats the best scenario i can think of...)
she's got me in her hands...
ask me anything, if you want.
I got back from my ex’s place a while ago (and yes, “we did”, just to relive old times and see if we could beat old records), and we were talking about the good times, and the *very* good times. One time really stood out to us, and I thought I’d share. I had to go to her place anyway to place to pick something up from her roommates, but I decided to check in with her. I’m used to just walking into her room anyway. She sometimes had her music on too loud to hear anybody at her door anyway, and usually her “if door’s locked, fuck off” rule didn’t apply to me anyway. If she had her music on too loud to hear someone knocking on her door, and I was there, I could usually just text her to see if she’s doing something, and she’d let me in.
That night was different. Rather than text, I went another route entirely. By then, we had already broken up, but we were still friends. We met online but broke up before we ever got to the point where we could meet, so that was actually the first time we fucked. That was the first opportunity I had to really get her alone, to get her vulnerable, and how vulnerable was she? She had her room door locked since she still lived with a couple of others. She had her music blasting and her eyes closed, and she was rubbing the ever-loving fuck out of her pussy.
I managed to sneak into her room without her noticing with a key that she’d sent me a few months earlier, when we were still dating, and I locked the door again behind me. I didn’t want anyone to ruin what I was thinking for either of us.
Oh god, she looked amazing. My tall blonde beauty, so tone and firm, spread out on her bed, fingers glistening in her sweet juices. The towel beneath her looked like it was soaked when I crawled up between her legs. Really, half of her bed ended up drenched in sweat by the end, but the sheets weren’t nearly as bad as the towel. She later told me she’d been keeping herself on the edge for 20-30 minutes (she’d lost track in the confusion) and was just about to finish when I’d moved up. From like an inch away, I could already feel heat on my lips, and she was burning hot; I could already taste the sweetness of her juices on my tongue from an inch away, my dick was already rock hard, and I could not resist any longer.
I timed it just right (or at least, I tried to), so that in one motion, I could both extend my tongue to her clit and bury two fingers tightly bound together in a twisting motion into her sopping wet hole.
When I did, I felt my head being locked into a vice between her legs, her pussy felt like it was trying to break and devour my fingers. Then we locked eyes, oh those lovely blue eyes of hers, how they always reminded me of the blue skies on a sunny day. I gave her a smile as best as I could with my tongue half out and head being slightly crushed, and I swear, her pussy was getting tighter and wetter by the second while her legs went almost completely limp. She’d lost all control once she panicked, and it was like a levee broke free, she came so hard and squirted so much and so hard that even 5 years later, I can still remember it so clearly, it felt like someone was spraying me in the mouth with a really strong garden hose. I almost had to stop because I had trouble breathing, but I didn’t want to disappoint her for our first time together, so I kept going.
I could feel every muscle in her body contract simultaneously, and it seemed to hit in waves of 3-4 times, set apart by about 2 seconds where she’d relax between them. I think if she didn’t live on the basement floor, she might have alarmed the neighbors with her moans and initial scream. After the first scream, her breathing became very, very heavy, and it honestly sounded like she couldn’t help but gasp for breath every few seconds. One of her housemates definitely heard her, and she started pounding on the door asking her if everything was alright. It was all she could do to moan “uh huh”. Her friend asked her to do that again so she could be sure she was alright. I’m thinking “Just fuck off already, please. I know she’s your friend, but she’s clearly got something going on in here”.
She eventually accepted the second “uh huh” and said ‘have fun’. Oh, we were, but… both my hands busy, left hand massaging her tits and right hand giving her pussy the twister, and that left me thinking “I probably should have taken my cock out before I started this” as it started trying to painfully escape my pants. She locked fingers with my hand on her boob at some point, and I knew she was responding too well to my fingers in her pussy to pull them away, so I suffered with it for a minute (that felt like a fucking eternity). I could feel her muscles start to relax a bit, and her breathing got a bit more regular, but I didn’t really want to wait anymore for her to fully recover. I stopped massaging her boobs long enough to pull my dick out, and it felt so fucking good to finally not be straining against my pants.
Once I’d freed the beast, it only took me a second to hop up on the bed and replace my fingers with my rock-hard dick, her right leg over my right shoulder. I kept looking at her eyes, and though she looked like she was about to panic again when she saw me line it up, I waited until I saw a slight nod (it may have just been a tremor in the bed for all I knew, and I would have taken it as a sign that she was into it. I just couldn’t wait any longer). She later told me that for the first 30 seconds of our “second act”, she would have considered it rape under any other circumstances since she really couldn’t have said ‘no’ even if she’d wanted to, but that if I ever wanted to ‘rape’ her again under those circumstances to just take anything but a scream or a kick to the face as a sign of consent.
Her face though, after the initial stroke, her eyes rolled back underneath her eyelids, and she started tightening up again, as if her pussy was just waiting for my dick to start milking it. I could hear her moans and groans slowly becoming gasps for breath a little with every stroke. I’d occasionally slow down every so often so we could catch our breaths. She had to get used to this arrangement, because I wasn’t going to be finished for another 5 minutes. I could have held for longer, but I began to feel too much like I was just using her as a fuck toy. I did still, and do still love her. I couldn’t just ‘fuck’ her like that.
I wanted her to still look back on that night as a good thing, so as I got closer, the pace sorta changed from just animalistic and raw sex to an almost sensual ‘making love’ pace. We were still so into it that it didn’t click that I’d been cumming inside of her until we’d done it again a few more times. Even then, we didn’t have any condoms, but we felt the damage had been done, so we just kept going.
We’re still friends to this day. Some would say we’ve been in an open relationship ever since we first started dating since we just hook up whenever we’re bored, horny, or just need some company.
Help my out pervs!
I am looking for a video which I had a about 2-3 years ago.
Two dark haired women, one wearing sheer gloves, come into a very pretty blonde's living room and aggressively make love to her.
There is no dislodge, just music.
It is very sensual and just amazing.
Any thoughts? I am looking to a link or a title to search with.
Thanks!!
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