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Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
My favorite Afghani
My favorite Afghani and I got into a discussion about religion yesterday. It was confrontational, but more informative. It never ceases to amaze me at how similar all religions are. She is Muslim and I am Baptist, but there are so many similarities. I was able to pickup on the differences, and they are striking when actually considered. But I wasn’t in that office to be combative; I was there to hear a friend speak about her religion.
Let me describe this woman for you. She is about 5’4” to 5’6”. Probably about 130-135 with generous B cups; she has the typical olive complexion and dark hair. She is a very beautiful woman to observe and is nearing her late 30’s. She speaks several languages and I believe the Persian language is one of the most beautiful sounding ones that she speaks. To top it all off, she is recently (within last year) divorced.
I talked to her today and asked her if I could be frank with her. She said, “By all means, please do.” I told her that I thought she was very smart, intelligent, and alluring. She looked at me with doe eyes and repeated, “Alluring”?
I answered in the affirmative and explained, “You are a very beautiful woman to look at, but you have so many other qualities that make you oh so attractive. You are bright, learned, well-read, intelligent, have a sense of humor, and you have a teachable spirit.”
Again with the sexy doe eyes; we talked a few more minutes and then she invited me out to lunch. Of course I agreed. I wanted to spend a little more time with this creature that was so “alluring”. I had forgotten that she lived 3 minutes walking distance from work. As we walked across the parking lot to her house, visions of belly dancers danced in my head. She let me in and the minute we got in the door, she nearly attacked me! Hell, the door wasn’t even shut yet! She pressed her lips against mine and ground her hips into my groin. Her hands were busily engaged in removing my belt and trousers, and then she sunk down and gave me a short, energetic blow job.
As she stood back up, I removed her sweater and bra, and then pushed her skirt down. I removed her tights and then picked her up and carried her to the couch. I spread those fine legs and immediately began to feast on the treasure spread before me. Her pussy was already soaking wet from the blow job and I increased its dampness. Her juices began to flow freely and I lapped them up hungrily. After her orgasm, she pulled my head to hers and we kissed. She commented on how good she tasted on my lips and I agreed, just as I sank my cock into her.
Her eyes widen a bit as I hit bottom and then pulled back out. I slammed it home and we had mind-blowing, window pane rattling, earth quaking sex. It was the excitement of an afternoon delight and the tension that we had been building toward for the past week that made it the mind blowing experience it became. We fucked like two teenagers in the backseat at a drive-in. Lunch was only an hour long and we were both expected to be at our desks by the time the hour was up. We had 52 minutes of wild sex and then returned to work. Her pussy full of my seed and my cock still damp from her juices; it was all I could do to concentrate on my computer and the machinery design unfolding before me.
We im’ed all afternoon and are going to have lunch together at least once a week. Hell, we might even have an early dinner, now and then.
Fucking
Oh yes, fucking, being fucked how wonderful. For me some of the best fucking comes when I’ve had a cocktail or some wine. My inhibitions blow away like the wind and I’m a wild woman, game for just about anything.
Actually there are many ways I like to start the love making session, one is to start by rubbing our bodys together completely naked, titty to titty, dick to pussy, rubbing each others back down to our fanny’s around the sides, gently scratching, pinching, or massaging as we go.
Lying side by side or me on top or him on top, gently at first moving up and down each other then more feverishly. I will get up on my knees and beg to be fucked from behind as he is pounding into my swollen pussy I lean way over to the bed and let my nipples rub mmmmm it feels so good, then I will stop him and make him lie on his back as I face his feet and sit on his dick, fucking him hard I lean back so that he can play with my titties while I continue to ride his dick up and down back and forth ohhhhh it feels so good. Sometimes I lean forward so that I can feel his balls between my legs as I ride his dick up and down gently pushing his balls into my pussy.
Then I beg him to get on top of me and fuck me hard, his dick sliding across my clit as he enters me, hot and juicy. He then slows the fucking down so that he can get his face to my chest and suck my titties while he’s fucking me, gosh I love this, it’s like my titties are connect to my pussy with electricity.
To finish up, he rolls off the bed and pulls my legs over the side of the bed parting and standing between them, his dick so hard and so wet, he rubs my clit with his dick, my pussy quivers with anticipation as he shoves his dick in me hard, almost hurting but feeling so good, he then begins to fuck me like this pounding, pounding, gently pounding as some part of him is touching my clit with perfection. He begins to rub my nipples with his hands, rubing, pinching, then gently pulling my nipples as my pussy feels as if it will explode, I love this part, he continues to pump his dick in me and play with my titties, I know I’m getting ready to cum, I can feel it, but NO! I want this feeling to last forever!!!! No! Don’t let this pleasure end, but he continues to fuck with me with that perfect rythm, rubbing, pinching and pulling on my boobs and nipples, just perfect, he can tell, I start to orgasm, my pussy closing in on his dick, throbbing, pulsing as he says, are you cuming babe? are you cuming? I’m cuming I’m cuming, pounding me hard, fast, titties bouncing, as we both shiver and fall into each others arms.
We kiss, hug, and drift off to sleep, ever so content.
I hope you enjoy this story because it is true, I have bared part of my sexual soul to you…a stranger; don’t ask me why because I truly don’t know.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Special birthday gift
From Ellie:
I was a 25 year old closeted lesbian, closeted as my family is staunch German Christians as I was a good girl, and by 25 you would definitely call me “experienced” at pleasing, and yes I had a thing for older women.
A family friend had me over on a somewhat regular basis to check in and help out as she was now 69 (I never made that connection before till I wrote this) and yet quite a going concern. She did not need my help but I knew she enjoyed the company.
As time progressed we flirted on more than one occasion and my eyes were always wide open around this lady. It was a week before her 70th birthday when I asked what she wanted for her birthday. Well, she gave me the sexiest eyes you have ever seen, poured us both a glass of wine, walked over to me, gave me my glass and stood very close, so very close that I could feel the heat from her body.
And she asked if I was sure I wanted to know what she wanted, to which I smiled and nodded my head murmuring yes. The words were sultry and entrancing “I want you my dear, I want you intimately”.
My body was vibrating as somehow I knew she was going to say that and the flood created in my panties would have given me away so quickly, and I sipped my wine to coat my tongue and lips, kissed her with soft passion and whispered in her ear “I am yours for the taking”.
This woman, my darling Diena (said dye-nah) put her hand behind my head and kissed me with more deep lustful passion than I had ever been kissed with before and told me I had best be a good girl and do exactly as she asked…………..I would have done anything, and I told her so.
She told me to undress and lie on her bed as she prepared herself.
She emerged from her dressing area in a black lace bustier, with stockings, heels and a devilish smile. At the side of her bed were silk scarves which bound my wrists to here Mission style headboard and she helped herself to my nipples that were swollen like cherries and sensitive with anticipation…………….
On the bed, she stood over me and bent her knees till her exposed womanhood was before me, and she told me to be a good girl and make her cum…………..I was such a good girl, such a very good girl.
She introduced me to a leather strap that week and I learned how to sit at her feet and when she spread her thighs and motioned for me I was there, there to please, and please her I did.
My darlin Diena
Blogger’s note: I met Ellie online only today. You might say we instantly hit it off, as we think alike on many thing sexual. I initially asked Ellie for permission to post something here that she had originally posted elsewhere. She agreed, and I will post that later.
As we exchanged notes, however, she referred to the experience mentioned below. I was so taken by what happened that I asked her to send a narrative that I might share with you readers.
Thanks so much, Ellie. You are special!
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