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Something New
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Jun 24, 2009 6:11 pm
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The wife has decided that she wants to be dominated.
hm.
THAT'S a new concept. I have always been turned on by strong women. In my late teens I dated a few women in their 30's - they were always in charge. They were not always Dominatrix, but always in charge. I have never "topped" a woman. I am not sure where to start.
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Aftertaste
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Feb 1, 2009 6:53 pm
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I start gently licking between her thighs. The crease between her leg and lips. Up one side and down the other. The sweet smell of her freshly showered pussy is overwhelming. I want to plunge my tongue in deep and be smothered, but that's not the way she likes to start. It must be this way... slow... gentle.... teasing. I dry hump the bed as I continue to lick, dipping my tongue in the lowest possible part of her puss and gently dragging my tongue toward her ass. I am not allowed to lick her ass yet. She has to be really hot and bothered before she gives THAT command.... but she will give it, and I will oblige. I lick the crease on the back of her leg, the one just under the butt cheek. I am so horny as I continue to hump the bed like the dog that I am. I lick the flat smooth piece of skin between her ass and pussy.... mmmmmmmm I hum as I bury my face in her dripping pussy and she arches her back in pleasure. I am doing well tonight and her flavor changes from tangy wetness to creamy thick fluid. I inhale through my nose and exhale hot breath onto her lips. This has gone on for twenty minutes and she can't stand it anymore. She grabs a fist full of hair and says, "wipe your face and put it inside."
I hastily wipe her juices from my face and crawl up to be on top of her. She grabs my penis and puts it to her wet spot, parting her lips at the same time. I feel no resistance as I push into her completely. She lets out a quiet gasp and we proceed to have slow, meaningful sex. I slide my hand under her tailbone to lift her off the bed and allow access to our sex. "Touch my naughty spot", she whispers in my ear. My middle finger gently massages her puckered hole as her wetness drips into my palm. Sex is good tonight, erotic and playful. She climaxes first and then gives me permission. I follow immediately and groan loudly as my throbbing penis fills her with cum.
I start to roll off of her to catch my breath but she grabs me and holds me close. I think she wants a moment of cuddling until she whispers... "you're not done."
I lift myself up so that I can see her face. She has a sly smile as she grabs another handful of hair and pulls my head close so she can whisper in my ear...
"Lick me clean."
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Panties and Pleasure
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Dec 17, 2008 1:31 pm
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I love being surprised. Last night my wife "suggested" that I get comfortable and go put on my robe while she made some tea. She was already in hers and I had just finished a chunk of work so my brain was a bit fried. I thought nothing of it as I headed off to the bedroom. Well, surprise of surprises... there was my robe laid out on the bed with a pair of hot pink panties of lace and satin. I got a bit of a chubby as I took off my clothes. I pulled on the panties and became fully erect. There is NOTHING like the feel of smooth satin on a shaved scrotum. AAAHHHH, sheer bliss. I rubbed my now throbbing penis through the material... my eyes rolled back into their sockets.
When I came back to reality I slipped into my robe and headed to the kitchen. She was coming out with two cups of tea. "Want to watch 'Heroes' ?", she asked innocently. We snuggled up on the couch and proceeded to watch the latest episode on DVR. Her hand slid into my lap and I began to regain rigidity as she caressed my package through the robe and panties. Her wry smile told me she recognized the feel of "robe on satin". It was an entertaining episode although I must admit I was a bit distracted with the intermittent attention I was receiving. When the show was over she stood up and flashed what she had been hiding under HER robe.
She had shaved all but a landing strip and was looking rather proud of herself. "Ready?" was all she said and turned for the bedroom. BOING!!! I followed her like a doberman follows rare steak. She slipped out of her robe and onto the bed in one smooth motion.
I waited for direction.
"You can start by licking me." I removed my robe and assumed the position. We have gotten into the habit of folding one of our big throw pillows in half and sliding that under her lower back. It lifts her off the bed just enough to allow me perfect access to her pussy as I lie on my belly between her legs.
The feel of smooth skin on my tongue was fantastic. No hair confusing the pleasure of my tongue searching for the right pressure points. She is a tough one because she is VERY stoic, never giving a hint if I am pleasing her until the flavor of her pussy changes and I know she is cumming. We only go for about 7 or 8 minutes before she can't handle it anymore and HAS to have a penis inside her. As I crawl up the bed for the next position she whispers, "you're not done down there... tonight you WILL clean up after yourself..."
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Where do you hang out?
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Jul 21, 2008 8:56 pm
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So I have a couple of friends on here and a couple of blogs I read and a couple of groups I check in on... mostly femme domme because I do believe women are the superior side of the species. Where do you hang out?
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Exposed!
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Feb 24, 2008 3:25 pm
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It was a fine morning. I woke up to my mistresss beautiful ass sitting on my face. I started licking immediately. While wearing the CB3000 the testicles are her favorite route to my pain; and the moaning it causes while I lick pleases her to no end. She was twisting my testicles mercilessly; clearly she had something on her mind. She came several times before removing herself and getting dressed. She had previously laid out my clothes and accessories for the day. Today is a cleaning day and my French maid outfit was waiting. Todays accessories included a jeweled butt plug and nipple clamps. She chose the laciest pink panties I own and matching bra. My penis strains against the plastic chastity device as I dress, it longs for release. Once clothed, I am allowed out of the bedroom. Mistress is waiting on the couch with her stopwatch. DAMN! I forgot about being timed. She clicks the stopwatch and quietly shakes her head. I drop to my knees and assume the prone position. Seven minutes over, she says disdainfully. You are pathetic! Get that ass up where I can reach it!! I hear her crop swishing through the air as she takes practice swings. Oh Mistress, I am SO SORRY! PLEASE show mercy on my I am cut off as the first blow strikes my bare bottom. The lacy pink thong offers no protection. She rubs the burning welt with her hand as my penis begins to strain again. Thank you Mistress! As she whacks me again I feel her hand caress my testicles, it is a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. Thank you Mistress! The next three blows fall without warning or caressing. She is hurrying through my punishment; this is very strange. There is barely time between each smack for me to thank her. She stops and walks to the front window. I dont dare lift my head to see what she is doing. My nose is pressed to the hardwood floor as she comes back to finish her work. She prods my ass with the handle of her whip, reminding me of the plug in my sphincter. She gives the final two whacks. The first one surprises me and I let out a whimper. WHAT? she yells. Thank you Mistress! I blurt out as quickly as I can; and the final blow (exceptionally wicked) hits its mark. Start in the kitchen. Its a disaster. I hurriedly begin my cleaning duties. I am moving as fast as I can without compromising quality, it must be perfect. By the way, she coolly says, I am expecting company. I freeze. Is this it? Is this the day we have only mentioned in fantasies? Is she really going to expose our secret to someone else? Is there a problem? she taunts. I immediately pick up the pace, No Maam. Surely she is just teasing me, raising the intensity
isnt she? I finish the kitchen and start on the living room. Not just yet dear, she coos from the couch. Why dont you whip up a pie for me and my friend? There are pecans in the cupboard. Shes serious. She has someone coming over. I have to finish so I can be released before they get here. I rush through the pie, again being very careful to make it perfect. As it is cooking I hurry in to finish the living room. I am sweating now. As I finish, a car pulls up in front of our home. I put the vacuum away and RUSH to kneel at her feet. My chores are done Mistress, may I go? What kind of coffee did you make for the pie? she chuckles as the doorbell rings. Oh, who could that be? I am frozen to my spot; I dont know what to do. Didnt you hear the doorbell? she asks in a mocking tone. Yes Maam, I quietly respond without moving. AND? Her voice is serious. I nervously get to my feet and head toward the door praying she will stop me before I reach the front door. As my hand turns the knob, I feel weak in my knees. I slowly open the door to find my Mistresss best friend Karen. She half hides a giggle as I curtsy and step aside for her to come in. Off with you now, we need coffee, my Mistress says, and they both laugh out loud.
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