I don't know why I wanted to do it. Maybe because my sex life is boring, my bf jumps me about 3 times a week and gets his, but I'm always left to finish myself. I don't know. I stumbled across a pic of a couple porn models that were shaved completely bare. I'm really hairy and I've seen bare pussy before, but I couldn't get that picture out of my mind, so I shaved. I shaved my pussy, my legs, my arms, even my bottom and between. I've been shaving my legs for years, usually twice a week, but today, I shaved everything.
For the first time in a long time I want sex. I've been thinking about it all day, and I rubbed myself to orgasm twice before I was done shaving. I dried off and almost immediately got into bed with my largest toy. I fucked myself again to orgasm, then worked it completely into my bottom and rubbed myself again until I orgasmed. I still want sex, I feel it, i need it. My pussy and bottom are there and I feel them. The cool air of the room caressing my flesh, my fingers touching, my toys, I even feel my own wetness on my skin now. It's driving me crazy.
I took pictures of my bareness, I took pictures rubbing, I took more while I was fucking my toy and sent them to my bf. The text just said, I need fucking NOW!!! He's not done with work for another 4 hours and it'll take another hour for him to get here. I'm still naked, and I've half decided that if anyone comes to the door, I'm not getting dressed, but I'll answer it. I'll fuck them if they want me.
i've been married about a year now to a man that i adore and love very much, if he knew the longest i'd ever been faithful is 6 weeks, it would kill him, and if he ever found out my perversion, i'm sure he'd kill me first. even if he never finds out, i'm sure i'm going to hell for it.
my parents where controlling, racist, bible thumpers, so when i got to college you know i hooked up with the first black guy i could find. he was a gorgeous football player, but i really didn't care, all i was looking for was a big black cock in this white girl's c**t. he obliged me minutes after we met. a couple weeks later he invited me to play poker with his friends. i thought that would be kewl, maybe i was more than a white fuck to him, so i was eager for the game. i got there and found it wasn't a poker game at all, it was "poke her". ya, i'm sure you're getting the picture. i was the her. he had 2 of his buddies from the football team there and they showed me how black men play "poke her".
after a while, i could tell there were a couple new faces showing up, but by that time, i didn't care. i was being fucked by so many black cocks, and i'd orgasmed so many times, i just went along with it. As it turns out, one of my bf's buddies had to go and he started calling all his buddies to come and fuck the white girl. it was the first all night fucking that i'd ever had. by the time it was over, i don't know how many guys had cum on me, in me, or i'd sucked off. i was raw, covered in cum, and hadn't slept in over 24 hours. i just went back to my apartment and collapsed on my bed. when i woke i must have showered for an hour, but that didn't change the fact that i'd been willingly fucked all night by any black man that wanted to step up and i liked it.
this went on 3 years until my bf graduated. the night before he left he had me over for one last fuck. early the next morning there was a knock on the door, and there stood one of his friends from the football team. he told me to come with him, because his bf had sold me to him and i was now his white girl. i fucked him for another 3 years until i was done with my masters. i rarely had to do group with him, but i was fucked almost daily and it wasn't always by him.
i met les while i was in the masters program. we hit it off became friends. les finished the program a year before i did and when i went for a job interview the next year, i was surprised to bump into him. he asked me out and we started dating and were married 6 months later.
les is a very proper and religious man, with a strong southern heritage. his family has a little money from their "sugar and cotton days": days when their ancestors owned black slaves. i buried the details of my college social life, and put on the perfect face for him and his family to see, but the day of the wedding my 2 ex bf from college showed up and threatened to ruin it all unless i did them both, so the morning of my wedding i fucked both my black ex bf's like the whore i really am.
that day i walked down the isle with les, and we exchanged our vows, i also made a vow to myself: never again. i'd never cheat on my husband and would be the perfect and proper wife he expected.
out honeymoon was wonderful and i settled into our married life like i was made for it. les worked in in the family business and i was the stay at home wife, spending her time volunteering. one day out shopping i was riding the elevator up, and an older black gentleman was in the car as i stepped in. he smiled and asked me what floor; he pressed the button for me and we exchanged pleasantries for the net few moments. i found myself looking at his crotch to see if i could tell how big he was, but he elevator door opened and i got out to continue my shopping.
i spent several moments shopping found myself back at the elevator, waiting to go down to the parking lot. i stepped in the car and there was the same older black gentleman. he smiled at me and we headed down to the parking garage together. i glanced over at him, this time i could clearly see the outline of his cock and that it was getting hard. i guess i must have fixated on his growing cock because he caught me looking. i turned deep red and just wanted to crawl away, but i still couldn't get the thought of how big his cock must have been to produce what i saw in his pants.
i had a lot i was carrying from my shopping, and he offered to help me with it to my car. i just wanted to get away from him, but he insisted and i accepted his offer. we loaded the trunk with my assortment of shopping bags and boxes, and i thanked him and jokingly said: "how will i ever repay you." he just looked at me and told me: "give me what you want." he took off his blazer and dropped it at his feet in front of him and unzipped his fly. i had his cock in my mouth before i even gave it a thought. i knew what i was doing, but i wanted it, no i needed it.
all the time i was sucking his cock, he told me: "oh, you're a good white girl aren't you. you've done this before." he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face onto his huge black cock. i had no choice, but to swallow it all. after he was done, he helped me up and laid his jacket over his arm. i thought he was going to escort me, like a perfect gentleman, to the door of my car, but he walked me down to his car and i got in the back seat. he pulled my panty down, and dropped his pants. By that time i was so wet he had no problem shoving his big black cock all the way into me. i know because i can still feel his big hairy balls grinding against me. i started to scream as i orgasmed the first time, but he just covered my mouth with his hand. that made me even hotter and move crazy to have him. i orgasmed 3 times before he exploded into me. his seamen came spraying out of me. i just laid there panting, trying to breathe again after he pulled out of me.
he gave me his business card, and told me to call him at noon on Wednesday. Wednesday came and i did just that, i called him, and he told me that i was his white girl now, and he'd be fucking me when ever he wanted. it's been 2 years now, and i do fuck him any time he wants. i also fuck his friends when ever and who ever he tells me. i am his white girl, but i know what i really am: i'm a black man's whore, stuck in a world of propriety, condemned to sneak behind my wonderful husband's back to satisfy my perverse desires. It was 6 weeks to the day when i became a whore again, and it's never been more than a few days between black fuckings ever since. my husband would kill me if he ever found out his perfect wife was a cock slave to a black master, but i had to tell somebody. i know i said i'm going to hell, but in reality, i'm already there between my social status and my craving for black cock.
i listed as straight, but i probably should have selected bi: after years of thinking about being with my best friend i finally did it. i've known jane, not her real name, since we were kids and we do everything together. as long as i can remember she's always been my best friend. we share everything secrets, clothing, boyfriends, just everything. neither of us had ever talked about being with each other, or even any real bi or lesbian fantasies, but we talked about sex we've had, what we wanted to do with guys, and some what if's. we frequently did our sex chats together while helping each other get ready to go out. i'd thought about being with her since we were in high school: we were at a party and another girl sat down beside me and started coming on to me, i so was not ready for a girl/girl thing back then, but it stuck with me and kind of worked around in my head until i was having fantasies about it. the funny thing about it was that my fantasies were never about the girl that sat down by me at the party, they were always about being with jane. i was terrified to let on that i had any sexual thoughts about her. we had seen each other naked 1000's of times changing and trying on clothing, we'd even been fucked in the same room and seen each other getting it, but never sexually about each other. i'm rambling now... but basically a few months ago, i decided i was just going to do it.
i decided the next time we were getting ready for a party i'd bring it up and see if she felt or had the same thoughts i was having, or at least if she was interested in trying it. i made sure our talk that night was very sexual, we were both ready to fuck long before we left her apartment. i so chickened out though. i know, i know, but i so am not the type to take the lead like this. a couple weeks later, after beating myself up since my first chickening out, i decided that i had to do it.
so back at it... before i went over to her house to get ready i downed a shot of segrams. one gets me "uninhibited" when i really want to just go to a party for sex. while getting ready our chats were very sexual and i was very explicit. we were almost ready to go... my heart was pounding so much i thought for sure jane would see it almost leaping out of my chest. we were both well in the mood, but i so chickened out again. i was so mad at myself and disappointed in my total inability to bring up the fact that i wanted to be intimate with my best friend that some lucky guys totally had the best times of their lives that night. i so totally fucked their brains out just hating myself for not being with my best friend jane.
our next party night jane so wanted to get fucked. she was bringing up sex a lot during our chats while getting ready. i, on the other hand, was more following her lead; i had all but come to the conclusion that i was too chicken to bring it up or just ask her. we were both having a good time getting ready though. we decided to go braless and no panty. this would be great for our knit tubes and knew we'd have no problems picking guys looking to get lucky. jane put on her mac "russian red" lipstick that she wears when she's in a "i'm not going home until i've been fucked" mood. she applies it thick and flawlessly, when she turned and asked me what i think, i was probably as surprised as she was. but before i even realized what was happening, i was kissing her. not a little peck on the cheek or lips type of kiss. my lips on hers, tongue in her mouth, my boobs grinding against her, and my hands grabbing her ass type of kiss.
when i realized what i was doing, i let her go. shit, i actually said it out loud... "shit!", all i could do is look at the floor. i couldn't look at her, i was so scared my body was shaking and i had to lean against the wall to keep from falling over. i was not ready to do that, i just keep looking around the room, but my eyes kept to the floor afraid to look up. i so didn't want to see jane's horrified look after what i just did to her. it just kept going through my mind: "oh shit, what have i done... oh shit, what have it done...", and i started crying.
i was just about ready to run out the door and leap into traffic when i saw jane's feet infront of me. her voice was so warm and wonderful, her hands taking mine... she hugged me, and told me: "i love you. it's alright. we don't have to go out tonight."
she put my hands on her breasts and started kissing me. when her lips found mine, i went weak in the knees and she had to hold me. we just stood there, her holding me, kissing... for what seemed like a lifetime.
she lead me over to the bed and pulled my dress over my head, and i did the same for her. we just stood there looking, for the first time really looking, at each others naked bodies. oh, she is so gorgeous naked. neither of us are "hard bodies": we have soft curves, but no fat bulges. we both have c cup breasts and are 5' 8" tall, she's a redhead and i'm blonde. we both wear our hair down, mid back, and are shaved completely bare down there.
i must have still been crying because jane started to kiss my tears away. our bodies touched as we embraced. i could feel her hard nipples pressing into the soft flesh of my breasts and my nipples firming against her flesh. she stepped forward, pressing her knee between my legs which forced me back onto her bed. i laid there in the middle of her queen sized bed, my arms open and legs wide... longing for her touch.
she eased her body onto mine, her thigh pressing between my legs... i could already feel the wetness from me spreading across her flesh as she touched me. the weight of her body easing against mine... i gasped as i felt her hips settle against mine... her smooth tummy... our breasts pressing together... and our lips touching. her tongue teasing across my lips and pressing between... and down my throat. her hips started grinding against mine... i so didn't care at that point, i was already orgasming.
i cried, i screamed, i moaned... we made love all night long. the taste of my juices from her lips is exquisite. we tasted each other and drank from the pools of our love.
neither of us consider ourselves bi, we both still help each other get ready for parties and go out to get guy fucked. we've even done a 3-somes with one lucky guy. but on occasions we share each others love and passion. she is the only woman i've ever wanted to be with.
i will do anything for jane, she so knows me like no other has, does, or probably ever will.
Whenever I make out with my bf and he gets a little too rough, I slip my hands around his balls and grip them tight. Never fails to remind him who's boss. Wonder are there any ladies like me??
I love finding young men on vacation and having sex with them. I've taken pretty good care of my body, and I have a great personality, so it's fairly easy. I try to make sure that the men I look for are in their early twenties, or younger. I always try to keep it legal, but if I haven't, I didn't get any complaints. I find that at that age they are usually full of themselves, quite willing, and able, to show off their manly traits.
I live in Florida where it's warm, and I show enough skin to catch a look. I frequent the beach, sporting events, bars that don't check for Id's, places where a younger crowd is most likely to be at. I love spring break! When I spot a gawker, especially one that's out to show off or one who has had a drink or two, I can usually make him show a little interest with just a look.
Once I have their attention a small nod will usually bring them over to where I am. Then I turn on my charm. I throw out a few, well thought out compliments, (not too many, but enough to make both of their heads swell), and the next thing you know I'm in some hotel room and I've got my legs wrapped around some young studs hips.
Once in a while one will stay with me for a few days, but I try not to do this too often. I usually make this exception only if the guy is well endowed. I offer to share the cost of our time together, I'm not out for a "free ride" :-), but most of the time these young men want to seem like they're big spenders too.
Condoms are a must. I don't want to catch anything. Sometimes I get complaints, but most of the guys are understanding. They just want to be able to brag to their friends when they get back home that they fucked some hot-looking older woman while they were on vacation.
i've been married for 3 years now, and as far as i know everything is great. my husband pays a lot of attention to my needs and desires, treats me well, and we even have a date night every week. this week he is out of town on business and my computer is acting up, so i'm using his. i don't check his computer, but i downloaded a program i use on my computer, his is set up so it goes to a download folder and i had to go find it.
in the download folder i found folder marked "temp stuff" and i opened it. it was full of lesbian porn. i got so mad, thinking that he was doing porn and fantasizing about other woman. i was about to call him and really let him have it over the phone, but decided i'd wait until he got home.
as i thought and fumed about it, i started thinking so, he wants to see me with another woman... so how would he feel if i wanted to see him with another man?? him with another guy just stuck in my mind, i went to bed kind of chuckling about it, and woke to the thought of it and to the most needful feelings i've ever had in my life! i think about it all the time now and i really want to see him and another guy together.
i should also say that my husband loves to have me play with his bottom, and i've used my toy on him a few times and he has always enjoyed it. he has even asked me to "fuck him in the ass" a couple of times, so i don't think it would be a big stretch to have the real thing doing him.
the idea of this is really exciting to me, and i've had the thought that fair is fair, if i want him to do another guy for me, then i have to be willing to do lesbian sex for him. i think i could do that if he would be with another guy form me.
am i just a perv, maybe just horny from not having him around for over a week, or do you think this is normal?? i've even looked up gay porn to see if i really think i would enjoy it, and i so totally do. what do you think... should i see if i can bring it up with him or just forget it??
My wife loves to watch me jerk off. She will select a porn clip on the internet for me to watch and then have me jerk off to it while she watches. Just as I'm ready to cum she'll take my cock into her mouth and wait for me to shoot my load into it. I don't mind doing all of the "work" because when I finally feel her mouth over my cock it's just feels so special.
I love to masturbate on my husband's bald head. After he shaves it smooth, I make him stick his head between my legs so I can rub my crotch over it. I can't tell you how many orgasms I've had pressing my clit on his smooth head. Add a few drops of baby oil and I feel like I want to shove his whole head inside of me.
when i was 11 my mom was killed by a drunk driver while crossing the street, it made me numb inside, i didn't cry, i didn't really have any emotion after i was told. my father couldn't cope with her loss and became a drunk, he stayed sober enough to keep his job as a night guard, but that was about the extent of his support, so me and my 3 brothers were basically on our own for a while. about a year after my mom was killed, he came home one night and i was obvious he had already started drinking. i was watching tv and he sat down by me and started watching too, but after a few minutes he got up and told me to lay down, then knelt by the couch and started feeling my breasts. i didn't like it but i just laid there. i could see my brothers peeking from the hall way watching. after a few minutes he told me to go to bed. after that i tried to be in bed before he got home, but if i was still up, he would have me lay on the couch, after that first time, he would take my top off and fondle me and pinch my nipples. it would always last a few minutes, then he'd send me off to bed--that was all he ever did to me.
3 weeks after my father started fondling me, i got home from school and my older brother, 3 years older than me, took me to his room and did the same thing to me. he had me lay on his bed, and he fondled and pinched my nipples. he never said a word, just like my father did, just played with my nipples. he did this for a month, and one day when we got to his room he didn't have me get on the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed and told me to strip. i didn't do it, so he grabbed me and pulled me across his lap and spanked me, then he pushed me on the floor and told me to get out. this went on for about a week, him telling me to strip, and me not doing it, then him spanking me and telling me to get out. after he realized i would not strip for him, he started just taking my cloths off me while i stood there. when he was done stripping me, ogling me, and fondling me he would tell me to pick up my cloths and get out. my younger brothers were always waiting outside his door and they would block my way back to my room until they could see me and fondle me too. i just let them do it, it was easier than fighting with them.
this all went on for 3 years until cps put us out to foster care, and we were were sent to different homes. i never told them about my father and brothers.
i went to college, graduated, and have a good job in business. a couple years ago i started going to psychiatric counseling. i've never been able to have a relationship with a guy, i go out, we have fun, but i don't like to be touched.
about 6 months ago, i was put on a prescription for anxiety. i'm not sure it's having the effect the doctor wants... for the last 4 months i have been having sex with any male that wants me. all they have to do is start talking to me, and i will have sex with them. i still don't want to be kissed or held, but every guy that i've been in a semi private or social situation with in the last 4 months, i've asked to have sex. i don't have any physical intimacy, i just suck them off, or strip down and let them fondle and fuck me. i'm still numb inside, and i'm not doing this from sexual desire, but i want to get sex from every male i know or see. i need to be fucked by them or at least suck them off. i've not told the dr about this, i just don't want to be alone every night.
about a week ago i was picked up by a guy and his wife at a local club. we went to their place and i sucked his cock while she watched, then he fucked me while they made out. they had me watch as they fucked, then the next morning, he left on a business trip. he told me i could stay and keep his wife company while he was gone. i don't know why, but i stayed.
his wife carol is a wonderful person, we talked for a while, and she and i found we have very similar interests, and both of us had lost our mothers. buy lunch time we were getting along well. after lunch she took me by the hand and kissed me, i thought oh, here we go, she just wants to use me too, so i started to let her have her way with me. that wasn't what she wanted. we talked some more and she asked if i was comfortable around her, and i am very comfortable around her. she reached out and took my hands place them on her breasts, we were both still fully clothed, and looked into my eyes, and told me... it's ok, you can have me. it was like something snapped inside me. i could have her! i felt her breasts in my hands. i wasn't numb any more. i just started crying. she just held me in her arms while i sobbed for hours. we fell asleep in each others arms just cuddled together on her bed.
the next morning the numbness was gone, i woke next to the most beautiful person i've ever known. i just watched her there asleep and i noticed something... i was actually smiling. when she woke, she saw me smiling and told me that was the most beautiful face she had ever woke to see. we kissed, i felt her lips on mine and her warmth. we enjoyed each other in ways i didn't know i could or ever would. we had the most beautiful 3 days of my life together.
when her husband came back, the numbness returned. i sucked and fucked him until he was limp and begging me to stop. i didn't want him to touch her, every time he got hard, i sucked or fucked him until he was limp again.
i'm back home now, back to sucking and fucking every guy i see, numb again, except i want her. i want to be with her every minute of every day of my life. i know she will not leave her husband, i asked her, so now where there was only numbness, i have pain and longing for her and the numbness. i so wish i could go back to just the numbness, the pain and longing is horrible, but those days were more than i could have ever imagined. every day i hope for a call from her, every day my heart grows colder, my hope fading into the numbness. i don't want it, but the numbness is taking me back. i'm still the little girl laying on the couch having her breasts fondled and pinched by her father...
so my gf and i broke up but i dont think she took it well...the other day i got a txt from saying that i look cute in video..prepare to make many more....i didnt know what she was talking about but then it hit me.she has a video of rubbing one from start to finish.got drunk one nite and she talked me into it...kinda worried now...should i be...need feedback from the female perspective. would u use this against your ex