Wet panties, Bliss, a bit of a high and… FRUSTRATION!!!!

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Picture This…

You, laying on your stomach, breathing hard, your hair falling down the sides of your face, energy, everywhere, the room is moving with the motion he dictates…

He is holding your hips hard, pushing back and forth, grunting as he pushes, fast, then slow, he sets the speeds, the depth….

You get that tingling sensation that travels from your lips and circles at your breasts, that he briefly holds, before returning his hands to your hips… (faster, harder, he grabs your throat…OH!) … The tingling keeps it’s journey south bound, pauses at your stomach, where the butterflies are now rattled…. only to explode, right between your legs within the folds of your lips… you moan loudly…..

FRUSTRATION!!!!  You are both fully clothed and that’s as far as you’ll get today.   Wet panties, bliss, a bit of a high and….FRUSTRATION!!! Because I wanted to feel him explode too.

That Ladies and Gentleman was my yesterday morning!!.  I need to get it out of my system…. The Hunger Again… the lust for my Mr. B.

Oh, by the way… There’s a word for that… Outercourse.  Can’t say I’m a fan.

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From Lana, with Love.

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I meet Master B one Thursday Evening in September…
I arrived at his studio sometime after 7. I knocked the door. He looked so big and overwhelming when I walked in. He gave an appreciative look and asked me to turn around. I was wearing a white dress, and he liked. Master B put his hands on my hips and pull me close, his fingers traveled down my leg and up again underneath my clothes, he whispered “You are here for my pleasure, only. I will use you in any way it pleases ME”…
I couldn’t find my voice, so I just nodded.

-“Pour me three fingers of scotch, then come sit on my lap”

I was siting on his lap, he was drinking and caressing my legs, I don’t know whether consciously, or unconsciously but he was getting closer and closer to my…

ANYWAY…His drink was gone and he was focusing on my cleavage now. He motions to stand up. I stand and he guides me to the bed. At the edge of the bed he touches my shoulder and pushes me down softly. I understand. I get on my knees, he presents his cock to me and I start sucking. Brian is enjoying his blowjob, he starts thrusting into my mouth, he grabs the back of my head and pushes his cock further into my throat… I gag. He retreats, I catch my breath… he does it again…I am not sure I’m enjoying this; it seems a little too aggressive, and he doesn’t seem care. All of a sudden, I feel it. I FEEL IT! He’s sword fighting my tonsils!!! WTF! Tears are pouring out of my eyes, yet, I am not sure I’m hating this experience either, and as his breathing becomes ragged and more intense, as he pulls my head back and forth and shamelessly, selfishly and deviantly fucks me, I am becoming more and more aroused…

Master B decides he doesn’t want to come in my mouth. He grabs my elbows and pulls me up. He sets me on the bed, and laying on my stomach. He restrains my ankles and my wrists, and feels my wetness with his fingers. Here’s when the fun really begins…

Master has an array of toys he likes to use. different types of vibrators and plugs, and I get to feel every one of them, different positions and of course, different places,… and, OH!!! he likes different settings. Master, definitely likes variety.

Master B is ready to fuck me… and he does. He fucks me Doggie Style, he definitely likes my ass. He likes it because he has control. He gets to pull my hair, which he did, and I love it when he bites my neck! Master is holding my hips, he sets the rhythm, sometimes long deep thrusts, other fast and shallow, I am his. He knows this, and he uses me.

I can feel Master tense inside of me, and I can tell he is ready, that thought alone is enough to release the orgasm I had been holding and we climax together.

I feel his release, and it brings a new wave of orgasms for me. We both collapse on the bed, and while I can no longer stay in character; I am back to Amber. I haven’t had a kiss in our whole session, and I feel vulnerable in the way that I don’t like; I need affection, a gentle touch? I don’t know…Fortunately, he felt it too. He held me close, he kissed me and I felt safe. A very new and interesting experience for both, Lana and Amber.

The Secret Chamber

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Amber has discovered that she can enjoy female ejaculations with the correct stimulation and at the right time. She also realized with our second play date that what she thought had been orgasms before were not. I think they still were, but just different type than she has been enjoying for the past 10 months.

I have long known that there are clitoral orgasms and there are vaginal orgasms. And I pride myself on being able to deliver either or both. However, with Amber, there seems to be a third kind of orgasm and I am perplexed as to what to consider it. It is most definitely vaginal, but it feels different even to me.

Amber tells me that it is not like a climax where the pleasure builds to a point and POW you are there. She tells me this is very intense, sort of a flood of pleasure without the buildup. I will leave Amber to give you more of her thoughts on this subject.

What I know is that we get Amber to this Flood of Pleasure in one of two positions. Cowgirl or Doggy Style. Cowgirl it is almost a certainty that we are going to experience “The Flood”. Doggy, I have to work at finding the spot. It is deeper, past her G-spot. It is as if I am at the top of her vagina and suddenly, I enter a secret chamber. The sensation on my cock is almost like there is no sensation. Or maybe I am feeling sensation all around, so there is no up, down, left or right. I do know that once I am there, I can feel her warmth and wetness immediately. As I move around, her wetness increases and in a short time I can feel a release. That release is most always accompanied by a queeff as her vagina makes room for “The Flood”.

I am planning on exploring this secret room more. Maybe there is a climax waiting if we find the right stimuli?

Any of you have a secret chamber or experience with the flood? Please share if you do.

Brian

Afterplay

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I had the most incredible night with Amber this week. We were celebrating a special day. It was not our regularly scheduled date day. And since the special day was a landmark for her, I wanted to do something special.
Before she arrived, I had set up the ropes and adjusted the cuffs to fit me. I then laid out three “costumes” for her to choose from in the other bedroom.  When she arrived, I offered that she could select her outfit and join me in my bedroom.  While she was changing, I set myself up spread eagle on the bed. The last wrist restraint was a bit of a challenge.
Amber has been saying since date 4 how she wanted to tie me up and have her way with me. Tonight it was going to happen.
She entered the bedroom wearing the costume that is one of my shirts (2X too big for her). Her breasts were beautiful with her wearing my shirt un-buttoned to the third button. The tails covered her ass and pussy, but the non-tail indents showed her slim hips perfectly. Oh she is divine to look at. She immediately let out a squeal and said, “You are the best.” Then hopped on the bed and kissed me. Almost as quickly, she was off the bed searching for something in “The Toy Box”. What? I had the butt plugs and vibes on the nightstand. I was sure she would want to use one of those on me.  Nope, from the toy box she pulls a men’s necktie. Back on the bed she blindfolds me with the tie. Crap, I like to watch! She kisses me a couple of times than goes straight for my cock.
The excitement has me already semi erect. It does not take Amber long to suck me to a good stiff erection. I hate that I cannot see her pretty face sucking me hard. I feel her moving as she shifts from sucking to mounting. With no foreplay for her, her pussy is tight. She dry humps me a little then takes my dick in her hand and lowers herself onto it. My toes curl as she sits deep onto my member. I do not know how long she rode me. She would alternate between my head entering and popping out of her pussy to sitting deep and cumming heavily.
Suddenly,  she turns the tables. She removes the blindfold and  rotates to reverse cowgirl position. OMG! Her cum covering my cock, her pretty asshole, long strokes, deep plunges, how wonderful. Then she gives me something  only one other woman has ever given me. But that will be a post later.
Okay, we each have fabulous orgasms. Her knees are weak from riding the bike for 45 minutes. We spoon and fall asleep for what seems hours. I awake to notice I am stroking her hip gently. She moans softly. I desire her. I guide her to laying on her back and start to kiss her. I flirt with her by breathing heavy on her neck, into her ear, butterfly kisses on her throat and forehead. I suckle her breasts, lick her up to her neck and start all over. For what seems hours, we make out. Kissing, breathing heavy, kissing, petting, licking, kissing….. I cannot remember when I last make post sex love or had Afterplay with a woman. This was so intense. So tender. So “I do not want this to end”. For the first time in 10 months, Amber was quiet. She lay there purring and mewing  with every touch and every kiss. More than once I thought of mounting her and making slow passionate love to her. But I would look into her eyes and think,” I cannot improve on where she is right now.”
She asks, “What time is it?” I roll over to look at the clock. “Ten Forty-five.”  “I have to go” she says slowly and in a soft voice. We missed dinner, but no food could have satisfied my soul the way Amber did tonight. We dress and I walk her to her car. A kiss goodnight and she is on her way.
Tonight her departure leaves me missing her almost immediately and more deeply than other times. She is so incredible. We are so incredible.  I do not think I will ever experience a lover like Amber again. Suddenly, I want to do everything with her. Pull out all of the stops. Burn the candle from both ends. Go places I have not gone before with her by my side. This is being in love. So long since I have been in love. But, shhhh don’t tell.

Master B meets Lana

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Amber and I were texting one evening early in our affair. We were discussing anal sex. At this point, I had massaged her sphincter and even inserted my finger while we were enjoying vaginal intercourse. Amber confessed that she was excited by the anal play and that it heightened her orgasm (well duh) but she was fearful of trying anal intercourse. We also talked about deep throat and gag fucking. She was being elusive about both. That evening it occurred to me that Amber had a fear of failure.
In her professional life, Amber is most always in control and failure is a sign of weakness to her. She was having a tough time venturing outside of her comfort zone because she feared failure. I offered to her that she could take on an alter ego that would try these new things. And since I have myself been fantasizing of being a Dom, I suggested she be my submissive for a role playing season.
We needed a name for My new sub, I thought it would be generous to allow Amber to choose the name that her alter ego would answer to. I offered the simple single letter or calling her by a number as if she were inventorial property. She did not warm to either of those and asked that I choose a name for my sub. I mulled it over a bit and offered Lana. Amber liked that and so my sub would be called anal spelled backward. I liked where this was going.
After a couple of weeks of online training sessions, Mistress Amber sent Lana to the door of Master B.
I had not been home from work very long when Lana presented herself at the door. She was dressed alluring, but tasteful. Her breast were prominently on display and she worn a loose mini skirt so that Master had easy access to her tight little ass. Master B. had Lana stand while he inspected her wares. He removed a breast from her bra and tugged on the nipple until it was stiff and erect. Very nice. He turned Lana around and had her bend and lift her skirt to her hips. He squeezed her firm ass cheeks then ran His fingernails up the back of her thigh. A slight whelp lingered in the trail. He grabbed her ass hard digging His nails into her flesh. A slight whimper escaped from Lana’s throat. He released and slapped her ass hard. A gasp followed by what could be best described as a purr. Okay, Amber was totally into the Lana character.
Master B instructed Lana to pour Him 3 fingers of Bourbon (she has tiny fingers) and to add 2 ice cubes while He retreated to the armchair. When she arrived with His drink, she was instructed to sit on the floor in front of His chair. She was told to remove His shoes which she did as He sipped on His bourbon.
Master required a bath. Lana was instructed to go draw a bath for Master B. She obliged while He enjoyed His drink. With the bath ready, Lana undressed her Master and led Him to the waiting tub of warm water. Once He was seated in the bath, Lana positioned herself on the edge of the tub and washed her Master’s body. Front and back, neck to knees. Master was pleased by the attention. Lana had earned a pleasure award. With the bath complete and Master toweled dry, Lana knelt before Him and awaited His next instruction.
That next instruction was for Lana to suck Master’s cock until it was hard. With a hard cock, Master stood, took Lana’s head in His hands and forced His cock deep down her throat. He pumped his cock in her throat until she gagged. He pulled out and allowed her to catch her breath. Then He forced it down again. She would gag, and He would withdraw. His cock was glistening with her saliva. He stood her up and guided her to the edge of the bed.
Forcing her to bend over the bed, Master B lifted Lana’s skirt. Her slim hips and pretty little asshole had Him on fire. He wanted to unload in that ass. Lubricated with her saliva, His cock head entered her ass easily. But as he glides in, she screams in pain. I pull out quickly. Too soon and too fast. Even a sub deserves respect. Next time I will prepare her ass for an insertion. No load in her ass tonight, but still a very rewarding evening. We will be doing this role play again.

Honor Your Lover

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Classy Dress can be Very Sexy

Classy Dress can be Very Sexy

I crossed the half century mark 2 years ago. During my years, I have experienced many women. Of those many, there have been a handful of long term relationships. By long term I mean more than 2 months. In all of those relationships, including my 18 year marriage, I have never experienced this thing that Amber does. When we are planning to meet, she will text or call and ask me what I want her to wear.

Is that not the greatest thing? I get say in what my lover is going to look like when we are together. If my mood is Classy  with a hint of Slut, I can tell her to wear the green dress unbuttoned to the 3rd button and a ribbed tee under. If I want total slut, I ask for the denim mini and ribbed tee with a pushup bra. Regardless, I get to have input in what she will be wearing for our date.

Consider this our followers. What better way to honor your lover than by allowing them to choose the costume you will wear to the play. Because the costume does dictate the role you will be playing. This has major ramifications. If I am in the mood to tease and pet Amber’s pussy under the table at dinner and she shows wearing slacks, petting is so not happening. If we are going someplace where I want to stun the crowd, slutty is not the look. Classy is look for that. So her asking me what I want her to wear is really allowing me to set the stage for the performance that the evening will be.

I am not so sure that this is a two way street however. As a heterosexual male, the closest thing to caring about my wardrobe is the sniff test to see if the shirt is fresh enough to wear again. Just kidding. But frankly, I think I know what Amber wants to see me wearing and that is what I put on. I don’t ask. I do pay attention to what color my eyes are acting while I am dressing. I have those eyes that can be green or aqua or blue depending on my mood. If they are playing blue, I will select a lighter colored shirt which seems to set off the blue and get them noticed. My version of wearing a push up and ribbed tee, but I cannot dictate the color of my eyes.

Maybe this depends on the dominance levels of the relationship? For sure Amber is submissive to my Mr. B role. And I think she is naturally submissive, so asking me what I want her to wear is logical. But even if you are not submissive by nature, would it not benefit your relationship to allow your lover some say in what you will be wearing when you meet?

How I became an Orgasm Junkie

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I don’t really lose bets.  This one, I will not admit to losing, it was more of a Freebie.  Of course, if you asked Brian, he’ll say he won fair and square.

It was late at night.  Brian and I had been discussing his previous experiences, which were many.  I sometimes felt overwhelmed, and I had a thing in the back of my mind about being the best he ever had.

Brian had told me about being able to tease a woman for an hour, just holding her at the edge of an orgasm for a whole hour!!! (Of course I wanted my share of that).  I was yet again skeptical of Brian’s abilities.  I also remember him saying that I orgasm during foreplay at least once.  So having that in mind, I decided to challenge him with a bet.

“He would tease me for an hour and I wouldn’t come. If he won, I’d drive 3 blocks topless, If I won, I’d get to tie him up”

The day of the bet was a sunny Tuesday and I was wearing… what was I wearing?. I don’t remember.  Doesn’t matter…

Brian started working me up to an orgasm with… His tongue of course, soft kisses here and there that grew up more and more aggressive, only to suddenly stop.  That wasn’t enough punishment from Mr. B, Though.

He asked me to lay on my back, my knees at the edge of the bed, he kneeled on the floor and looked up at me, I got the a “Girl, you in trouble!” look that made me whimper a little bit.  He smiled and …. YES!! the feeling! so intense and I was right there!, he had me where he wanted me.  The Magic of  a make up brush.  (Yes, girls, A. MAKE UP. BRUSH!!!) he played with my clit, my slit, my thighs, he slowly and fast, slowly again.  He took an eyebrow brush and he played with my inner labia, yes, he  brushed me into a delicious orgasm… not yet…. almost.

He works upward, he starts playing with my nipples, twisting, and pulling, massaging my breasts and my kissing and biting, meanwhile, inside I´m getting fingered and played and I´m just about ready, finally I can feel it coming, my well deserved orgasm…

WHAT?!!…Why … the….hell are you stopping….?! You Son of a b….!!!!

¨Fifteen more minutes¨ he said. And I felt a need for that orgasm high I get after Brian, plays with me.

I did not want to hold it anymore, my orgasm, was there, ready for me to get it, an incredibly sharp, intense orgasm, waves of pleasure, slipping between my fingers, I had to stop it, I decided I did not want to let him stop, not this time.  I did the one thing left to do… I begged.

¨You, asshole!!¨, Please, please can I come now?¨

With that look, that manages to melt me every single time. He looked at me and said: ¨You May¨ I came, in waves and waves of orgasmic bliss, that I still think about from time, to time.

Watching Brian´s look of accomplishment, brings an edge to my orgasms that I don´t know how to describe, but I always look for when I get my orgasm fix….