or should i say shaft? I mean, I can't even make a coherent sentence for Pete's sake. My married man knows my morals and I are in simpatico with our current situationship. So every time I hint at not wanting it anymore he pulls me in by my reigns. He knows how i tick so he replaces our normal hot sex for über hot sex that makes me drool
(and not just from my mouth). He'll get rough; start by choking me and pinching my nipples and thrusting hard into me while I sit bouncing on his cock. And after I cum hard he'll pull me down against him by my hair and whisper dirty things to me in a foreign language just to make me melt enough to forget about the reaming he's about to bestow. And when I'm romanced and lilting against his chest enjoying his sweet rhythm his hands will pull my ass apart. He'll be telling to imagine a well hung stud is behind me licking my tight ass while he bangs me. He'll have me visualize this enormous dick about to enter my tight little asshole. And when I reach down my slicked up finger to push into my empty hole he'll push it away. He'll demand I beg him to find me another cock to put there instead and I always end up pleading.Telling him how bad I want to feel two cocks in me again and moaning about how good it felt the two times I had it before. And then I'll cum so deliciously hard that I'll have to rest...
On his stomach with l his cock pushing hard against the back of my throat. When I begin to recuperate I'll start bobbing my head and fingers up and down his shaft with vigor, milking his girth firmly with a few fingers under my lips while gently massaging his balls with my other hand. He won't last long. (Side note no man lasts long once I figure out their preferred style. My motto is keep it wet, keep it covered and keep a rhythm. I find that if you follow these 3 basic principles you get 2 results, he either cums or kicks you off because he's going to and still wants to fuck you.. end side note). During these hot sessions though he won't cum in my mouth. He'll turn me around to stare at my pussy while I continue to pump him into my mouth and then, to my utter embarrassment, he force my wetness above him so he can sink his mouth over my dripping apex and suck my clit until I come so much that I'm panting.
Only then will he finish the session by fucking me into oblivion in some random position that hits just the right spot to send me spiraling out of control, biting my thumb to keep from making feral noises.
I wish sometimes that he didn't know how to bring me to my knees so that I could escape us....
wait no I don't, I'd be lost without his mutual wicked sense of humor and his Olympic winning bedroom skills.
*I am not illiterate or grammatically, punctuatingly (100% in made up words) challenged. I'm tired and wrote this on a tiny screen so don't be judging

That doesn't involve the front of a married man's car.... but OMG he's so good. Every time he's inside me I forget there's a universe, that I should breath, that I'm the one on the lookout for intruders. All I can do is think about the next round of orgasms he's about to pull from me. He knows it too, he knows that I like my hair pulled just as much as I like my neck kissed. He knows if he slides his hand up my skirt my legs will part, no. matter. where. we. are. He knows that I want to act in charge and make him whimper in my thigh highs and heels. He knows that I don't do Xfit for my married boyfriend, I do it for him (my Other married boyfriend).I want to keep him coming back so I wear dresses and naughty undies and do my kegels religiously. And whenever there's a chance he might steal away I make sure I smell like heaven and look as pretty as a picture (ready to be undressed). I made out with his wife just to gain her trust so she wouldn't worry when she left us alone. Hell, I'd be her lesbian lover if it meant the chance of his caress on my back while he watched. I make sure he knows this too because the more I'm willing to give the tighter he grabs my ass and nipples.
I love my married man, he loves me, takes care of me, picks up the phone at 6 am for me. He talks Spanish to me when he's fucking me hard. He's kinky as fuck...spreads my ass telling me how he wants another cock deep inside that hole too. I really do love him. He's good with , is constantly cracking me up, and can fuck me for hours. He's a real catch.
But he is not the Other married man I fucked today or last Monday or even the Monday before that. He is not the Other married man I would sneak out of work for just for the pleasure of sucking his cock until my mouth filled with white, hot cum. He is not the Other married man who I went on my knees in the woods for or whose cock I secretly sucked while his wife was with her lover in the next room. And he's certainly not the Other married man I'm going to get off thinking about tonight.
But maybe tomorrow night he'll be the married man whose cock I suck in 15 minute intervals just to keep from getting too sensitive.
*I am not illiterate or grammatically, punctuatingly (100% in made up words) challenged. I'm tired and wrote this on a tiny screen so don't be judging

What's my problem? Why is it every time I'm committed, my pussy is like, I need a new cock? I try to be good...well okay going out with my hot lesbian boss (who's admitted she wants to fuck me so bad it's causing her stress) probably wasn't such a killer move. But it's not like I went out with the intention to fuck someone!! Is it my fault that he was totally my type? With his big muscles, his bald head, and his confidence pouring out every pore? He knew he had my panties within the first five minutes of conversation but I told myself it was just conversation and I should keep my bald pussy out of it.
Honestly I think I surprised him more than he surprised me! (although the size of his cock was greater than anything I had gauged) Anyways, it's not like I subscribe to the innocent and chaste channel so why is everyone so chocked when we get into bed and I'm begging for ?
He certainly did me, not at first, but by the time we woke up the next morning he had no problem pulling me back by my hair while he pounded that huge cock into me. That's not my favorite part though, nor is it when he made me sit on his face and ride it, or choke me with his cock to the point where he exploded into my throat. My favorite part is when I still had clothes on and had just sat down and leaned back on his headboard.
I still didn't know what had convinced me this was a good idea and then he leaned down eye to eye with me and asked me why I had come. I was so struck by the obvious insinuation that I froze and could only blurt out stupidly "I don't know" than BAM! he leaned in for a kiss and it was spectacular, his hand rode up between my thigh and under my shorts all while he pushed softly but urgently into my mouth. The moment his hand hit my wet panties I gasped, stopping his mouth, and then froze him to make eye contact.
That's when the I think I surprised him. My boyfriend says I have the best 'fuck me' look out of anyone he's ever been with. According to him; "Babe it's like your all smiles, playful kisses, and innocence until I reach your thighs or pussy. Then your like fuck me... Now"
I must have had that look about me right then because before I knew it my shorts were being pulled off me. The whole idea of going slow to see how far I'd let him go was completely out the window when I lifted my bum so he could snake my panties off too. I'm telling you I have this aura that comes across like "I want you to fuck me because I've never been fucked properly" and guys are all about that...well to some degree. This guy was all about making sure I knew who was Daddy.
As soon as my lower half was naked his fingers were gliding over my sex and into me like it was his job. I was so busy focusing and trying for my first orgasm that I could barely lend enough concentration to get his belt buckle undone. It was about then that I think he'd decided I was a one 'O' kinda girl (idiot!) because just as I was riding his come hither fingers to my brink... he stopped to aid with taking his pants all the way off.
I was unhappy for all of 30 seconds. That's when his humongous cock popped out. I have had dick of all shapes and sizes and nothing (and I MEAN nothing) compared to what he had. He was long and thick and at attention; and itching to slide up into my tunnel. He was smirking to, apparently my face gave me away. He pressed down to kiss me but held back his hips. Me, having no shame, pushed my hips up towards and when he pulled away I bit down on his lip just hard enough so that he could feel a bit of my frustration.
He didn't expect that.
At all.
Again I have this sweet, sexy, hold me tight thing going on that I don't know about. So when guys realize that I don't mind a little pain and I can play just as dirty back... well something usually just snaps and my ass ends up all the more red for it.
This was definitely one of those times.

[header]quasi journal=truths+dreams+fantasies[/header] I woke up twice last night thinking of you, both times I had to free my sticky hand from between the folds of my pussy lips where I had obviously wedged it to bring tangibility to my dreamscape. My first dream started out normal enough. Your wife and I were drinking as usual. You were taking some in but mainly shooting me "push her" glances. She and I were sitting on the couch and you were leaning against it, looking up at us from behind her legs....as far away and as close to me as you could get without bringing on more suspect. We were watching one your usual random movies. Something funny and sexy that seemed to get more explicit the longer it played. In between the sex scenes she and I bantered about how this girl was sooo hot and how if we were men we;d fuck that one in real life. The dream fast forwarded my memory to some exotic scene between to very hot Arabian girls and the atmosphere had grown quiet and intense. I could feel my comfort level drop as my want for your body increased in the awkward silence. I could hear your breath and when I chanced a glance I saw you staring at me from the corner of your eye. Even though you were clearly caressing her leg I knew you weren't thinking of her. I unlocked my eyes from yours and seconds later felt a sudden warmth spread outward from my pussy and realized it was your hand that had crept under my shorts and was now searching for my clit through the thin material of my panties.I was instantly hot in the knowledge that your wife was beside me, that we were practically sitting in each other's laps, and that you were secretly reaching under her to gain access to me. Instantaneously I fought to hold back my reaction and then let loose a hiss of surprise when I realized the hand that was so deftly massaging my slit was much smaller and lighter than turned to show her my shock but barely met her eyes when she pressed her lips to mine. There was no denying my anticipation for this moment and what few meager pecks we'd exchanged as a bargain to manipulate you to do things you could never repeat were replaced by greedy, urgent kisses. She wasted no time in moving my panties aside and when she begin to knead my lips and clit I couldn't contain my curiosity for her body.If her hands and mouth made me dizzy the feel of her body in my own hands almost caused me to . We had talked about my intrigue with her before, you had successfully managed to get her to show me pics that I had to pretend I hadn't already seen, I had got to lightly cup her breasts and had even seen her shirtless briefly. Still nothing had prepared me for when I reached my hands up under the cotton and molded my hand to her exquisite tits. She let go of my tongue to breath in sharply and then stared deep into my eyes. We kept our intense eye contact even after I reached my second hand up under her shirt. It finally broke when I lifted her shirt off. As soon as the cloth glided over her erect nipples my mouth was pulled in. I took one in my mouth and let my tongue roll over the nipple, then tug it gently with my teeth, the gently sucked the areola... a pattern quickly emerged when she responded by pressing her tits closer to my mouth. We had managed to position ourselves to be facing each other, letting me switch from breast to breast with ease and gaining me access to the mound that was moving in tandem with her chest. Her fingers had locked onto my clit and she flicked it deftly, pressure had long ago begun building but with her beautiful body so open to me I was trying valiantly to ignore the fire spreading from my tunnel. The thought of my pussy in her hands made me think of her pussy; how close, how open and how scintillating it was. I glanced past her round globe while my mouth still enjoyed her exquisite nipples. It was plain she was just as hot as me; grinding deep into the overplush couch. My mind reeled with want, waiting so many years to feel a pussy with my own hands. My heart pounded with anticipation and then my body began to shake. She pulled me from my love affair with her mound when she slid two fingers from her idle hand deep up into me. She used her thumb and circled my clit hard, a moan escaped me and I pinned her fingers deep into my slick tunnel and ground my hips back and forth. I was so close, my breathing was ragged, my groans more pronounced, The build was become faster and I knew she would bring me a massive orgasm. Then she stopped. She glanced back and asked you if you wanted a taste, your eyes widened and your hands clenched hard into your legs. I couldn't control myself, the word "please" escaped my mouth before my brain could process it....

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