Adult dating sites - where to start?
Miss a nice girl or guy who will warm your bed or wait to meet you at weekend? We all needs someone sometime, even if it's not going last for ever, just for couple of hours, or time to time. Adult dating sites seem to work on this problem and make success. You want certain sort of relationship - that what these sites were made for: to help you get what you want. All you need to do with their help is to choose someone, set a date and that's all.
But how to choose an adult dating site? There are so many adult dating services online, so the choice isn't easy. Some of them better than others, some offer totally free service, others requires a payment. You can find adult dating gay or lesbian site, sites for a specific country or city, like uk adult dating or japanese, whatever. There are many that can suit your needs.
Let's say, you found the place you like. Now, search people in your area - of course, it's better to date nearby than going across the country. Make sure the site has plenty of profiles of people living near you - especially if it requires a payment. You may be interested in checking how recently your neighbours were online and how many people from you area added their profiles to database during last week. Spend you money wisely, you don't want to be dissapointed, right?
You can use a mainstream dating site even if you want only casual encounter. Many online services offer sections for intimate adult dating. In case, the site has no specific section, you can tell about your intentions in your profile. You surely can search using a criteria for defining what you need in relationships. In the end, you'll have a targeted group who is most likely interested in having sexual encounter with no obligations. Meeting someone interested in same as you is as easy on general dating site as on any Meeting your needs can be just as easy on a general dating site as it is on any adult sex dating sites.
Other than general type of dating sites was created for people who have sex on their mind. Such adult sex dating sites run in different way and access for profiles can be restricted. Sometimes you can't even check how many profiles they have and what can really give you before you sign-up. On other side, such sites often have adult content to please their customers. It's a nice advantage, though content would be most likely not exclusive.
Intimate adult dating as any other type of dating requirs filling out a questionnaire. Do it, add some personal details, interests and place your photo. In case of adult dating sites, you can give your criteria in sexual preferences, also.
Who is using services like that, can you ask. Surely, men are more interested in intimate adult dating. It takes more time to find a partner if you're a straight guy, but don't be discouraged.
Your successful experience can wait you on the next site you visit. You can have a splendid intimate encounter with help of online adult dating!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Abuse it or lose it!
One of the most interesting aspects of the sex drive is how it pertains to other areas of life. I've discovered some amazing facts about how schtupping (or the lack thereof) can influence people's physical and mental well-being.
One UK study conducted years ago found that men who have regular sex are less likely to die accidental deaths. I wondered why. The boffins in question didn't offer many answers. My suggestion: These sexually active guys really had something to live for so they took extra care of their bodies. The desperate and dateless ones, lacking this prime motivator, were a lot more careless, and so came croppers much more regularly.
It could also be that sex -- particularly athletic sex --- involves difficult acts of coordination. If you've gone through even half of the Kama Sutra, you could probably get a gig teaching basic yoga. Greater physical control means an increased ability to dodge incoming traffic, or correct your balance after slipping on the soap.
Also, blokes who don't know where their next shag is coming from are forever daydreaming about how to find it. If you're a truck driver, that's a recipe for disaster. Then there are those who are actively trying to sate their lust. I suspect at least a few fatal prangs have been caused by men using mobiles -- while driving -- to call phone sex lines.
Speaking of masturbation (how's that for a segue!) you may have heard that another study has revealed it lowers the risk of prostate cancer.
We've long been told not to be ashamed of it. But now, there is reason to be proud. Shout it from the rooftops, fellas! (Er, just don't do it there. You'll get arrested.)
Hustler and Penthouse, long seen as cynical exploiters of a base drive, can now do one of the most politically correct things of all: receive funding from the Anti-Cancer Council. I can see another campaign along the lines of the well-known Australian
media push to get people to wear hats, T-shirts and sun block in summer. The catchphrase "Slip, slop, slap!" could be re-used for this one -- not to mention the sunscreen.
You never know, tossing off might even become cool -- kind of like tofu and Pilates. There's a danger to this newfound wanker-chic, though. It could easily become the norm, and sex will be seen as the loser-alternative. People will be crying out their own name during coitus! (There'll be no change in Hollywood, of course. They all do that anyway.)
Then there's the possibility of a whole new cottage industry. See, recently there was another intriguing sexological discovery: that women who were exposed to their lovers' semen experienced a greater sense of well-being. This was due to the presence of testosterone and estrogen, which both had a positive effect on mood. So the slang dictionary was accurate after all. It really is "joy-juice"!
Business-minded masturbators will have their keen -- if somewhat bloodshot -- eyes on this one. They'll be thinking: You can have a worm farm. So why not a sperm farm?
There will be armies of formerly jobless blokes being paid to indulge their great love, and a new, more viscous health cream on the shelves. The labels will read: "Tired of Oil of Ulan? Then try some Oil of Bry-an. He's not royal -- just a working stiff -- but
his jelly certainly is. Go on, ladies, splosh it all over. I'll make you feel like a queen!"
One of the most interesting aspects of the sex drive is how it pertains to other areas of life. I've discovered some amazing facts about how schtupping (or the lack thereof) can influence people's physical and mental well-being.
One UK study conducted years ago found that men who have regular sex are less likely to die accidental deaths. I wondered why. The boffins in question didn't offer many answers. My suggestion: These sexually active guys really had something to live for so they took extra care of their bodies. The desperate and dateless ones, lacking this prime motivator, were a lot more careless, and so came croppers much more regularly.
It could also be that sex -- particularly athletic sex --- involves difficult acts of coordination. If you've gone through even half of the Kama Sutra, you could probably get a gig teaching basic yoga. Greater physical control means an increased ability to dodge incoming traffic, or correct your balance after slipping on the soap.
Also, blokes who don't know where their next shag is coming from are forever daydreaming about how to find it. If you're a truck driver, that's a recipe for disaster. Then there are those who are actively trying to sate their lust. I suspect at least a few fatal prangs have been caused by men using mobiles -- while driving -- to call phone sex lines.
Speaking of masturbation (how's that for a segue!) you may have heard that another study has revealed it lowers the risk of prostate cancer.
We've long been told not to be ashamed of it. But now, there is reason to be proud. Shout it from the rooftops, fellas! (Er, just don't do it there. You'll get arrested.)
Hustler and Penthouse, long seen as cynical exploiters of a base drive, can now do one of the most politically correct things of all: receive funding from the Anti-Cancer Council. I can see another campaign along the lines of the well-known Australian
media push to get people to wear hats, T-shirts and sun block in summer. The catchphrase "Slip, slop, slap!" could be re-used for this one -- not to mention the sunscreen.
You never know, tossing off might even become cool -- kind of like tofu and Pilates. There's a danger to this newfound wanker-chic, though. It could easily become the norm, and sex will be seen as the loser-alternative. People will be crying out their own name during coitus! (There'll be no change in Hollywood, of course. They all do that anyway.)
Then there's the possibility of a whole new cottage industry. See, recently there was another intriguing sexological discovery: that women who were exposed to their lovers' semen experienced a greater sense of well-being. This was due to the presence of testosterone and estrogen, which both had a positive effect on mood. So the slang dictionary was accurate after all. It really is "joy-juice"!
Business-minded masturbators will have their keen -- if somewhat bloodshot -- eyes on this one. They'll be thinking: You can have a worm farm. So why not a sperm farm?
There will be armies of formerly jobless blokes being paid to indulge their great love, and a new, more viscous health cream on the shelves. The labels will read: "Tired of Oil of Ulan? Then try some Oil of Bry-an. He's not royal -- just a working stiff -- but
his jelly certainly is. Go on, ladies, splosh it all over. I'll make you feel like a queen!"
Friday, February 17, 2006
The librarian
Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty books and periodicals would be a chore to be avoided at all costs, but Ryan was different, he loved feel of the books in his hands and the aroma of old manuscripts filling his nose, but especially the wealth of information found like buried treasure between the sometimes frayed covers. He was only eighteen, but already he knew what he wanted to do with his life, go to college, major in library science, and become a curator for some large research library. He wasn't interested in checking books in and out, or sending out past due notices to tardy borrowers, no, he wanted to get into old manuscripts, first editions, and rare writings from days gone by. For now, though, just being able to work at something he truly loved was enough for him. He glanced at his watch, and said to himself, "Five minutes to closing, I better get hustling, it's gonna take at least an hour to get all these put away!" Working at a quick pace, Ryan was almost finished restacking, when it happened, standing on the short step stool needed to reach the upper shelf, his foot slipped and he came tumbling to the floor, landing with a loud thud!!! The force with which he had hit the floor had been noisy enough that the head librarian, Miss Vance had heard it and brought her running. When she got to him, what she found was and unconscious Ryan, with blood trickling down his forehead.
Miss Vance practically ran to the rest room and wet a towel with cold water and rushed back to Ryan. When she got there he was trying to shake out the cob webs, but his head was pounding, and he was still too shaky to stand up. Miss Vance gently dabbed the blood from his brow and asked, "What in the world happened Ryan, you just must be more careful!?!" Ryan tried to stand up, but slipped back to the floor, only to be caught in Miss Vance's arms. "Don't try to get up yet," she ordered in her usual stern voice, "just lie back and relax for a few minutes!" Miss Vance was a very strict and formal woman, about fifty Ryan guessed, with a manor that bespoke respect and decorum. No matter the weather or time of year, she always wore a white blouse, a medium length skirt, and a ladies blazer or jacket, usually gray or dark blue, while sometimes to add a little color she would wear a gay scarf around her neck. With her black hair pulled back in a severe bun, and her erudite personality, it wasn't easy to carry on a conversation with her, let alone have any type of interpersonal relationship, but right now he was as close to Miss Vance as he ever had been, and in his hazy mental state due to his fall he wasn't exactly sure what was happening. Although she wore unrevealing clothing and acted cool and aloof to her employees, Harriett Vance couldn't disguise the fullness of her body which was dominated by a large full chest that she tried to keep hidden from view! On more than one occasion Ryan had caught himself staring at the twin mountains that were stuffed inside the heavy wool blazer, only to look away quickly when he realized she had detected his voyeuristic game. Now lying in her arms, shaken from the fall, and with her boobs just inches from his face, Ryan reached out and caressed the bulging softness beneath the thick coat!!! If he had been even slightly in control of his faculties, he never would have chanced it, but the lure of the massive chest was too much for him to bear. Now, the really strange thing about all of this was Harriett Vance's reaction, which in fact was no reaction at all! She could tell that the young lad was totally out of it, and well, the touch of his hand on her chest did indeed feel wonderful, so what would be the harm in letting him have a little fun if he wouldn't remember it anyway, and besides, it had been a very long time since anyone had made her chest feel so good!!! After several minutes of groping, Ryan began to regain his senses, and after making sure he was well enough to walk, Miss Vance sent him on home before she finished restacking the books and then went home herself!!!
The next day seemed like any other, people flowing in and out of the library, returning and borrowing books, kids coming in to borrow children's videos, and just the ordinary events that surrounded the day in a large public library. Ryan arrived to work at six o'clock as usual, tonight however, he sported a large bandage covering a gash over his right eye. He filled his cart with returns and set to the task of restocking the shelves until at eight o'clock Miss Vance shooed out the remaining visitors and locked the front door, before then returning to her small office just to the right of the main desk. She was reading a brochure from a book company when she was interrupted by a knock on the door, "Come in, Ryan," she called out, after setting down her reading materials while waiting to see what the boy wanted. Ryan came into the office and seemed to hesitate, as if he was very nervous. "Yes," she intoned? "Well ma'am, about last night, I mean, well, you know what I mean," he stammered! "No," she replied, "I don't know what you mean!" "Well," he continued, "when I was on the floor, you let me, you know....." "Let you what," she said sternly!?! "Touch you, feel your, you know what I mean," he replied, and then taking the absolute chance of his life, walked around the desk and reached out and felt he big boobs for the second straight night! Unsure if she would scream or just slap him, Ryan continued rubbing her chest, hoping that she wouldn't cause a scene, but what happened next was a wet dream come to life, and instead of stopping him, Miss Vance leaned back in her chair and slowly began unbuttoning her jacket! When it fell open, her low cut bra was plainly visible through the thin silk blouse! Up until now she hadn't uttered a word, but now she whispered hoarsely, "Open my blouse and feel them through my bra!!!" With trembling hands Ryan tried in vain to undo the small pearl buttons, until finally having to let Harriett Vance to it for him. When she pulled her blouse away, Ryan made an audible gasp, and gingerly touched the incredible mammarys through the lacy brassiere. The softness and sponginess were like nothing he had ever felt before!!! The girls he had gone out with barely had boobs, let alone something as breath taking as Miss Vance's, and as if on automatic pilot, he leaned over and began kissing the pink nipples through the transparent fabric, causing them to harden and shrivel up. Right then he knew he had her, because even though her tits were much bigger than the girls in his own class, he knew from personal experience that once you get to the point of making their nipples hard, you could do pretty much what you wanted to them because they were so turned on!
Now gaining confidence, Ryan pulled his head from her chest and gave her a French kiss, using his tongue to probe her open mouth, and even though he was only eighteen, Ryan sensed that this woman would do his bidding and not give him any guff. Standing up next to her chair, Ryan slowly unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor, and now only in his BVD's, he boldly said, "You know what you want baby, take them off!!!" Just as he had predicted, Harriett Vance was now completely in his thrall, so without a word of protest she hooked her thumbs in his waist band and tugged his shorts down his thighs. His erection, while not the biggest in the world, was incredibly stiff, with a drop of precum hanging from its tip, so getting even more personal with her, he asked sharply, "How long's it been since you sucked a hard cock, bitch!?!" Licking her lips in anticipation, she answered softly, "Too long!" "Do you want it bitch," he questioned!?! This time she didn't reply, while just sucking his meat into her hot mouth, slobbering all over it, and then licking it clean. Even though he had taken control of the situation and was making her do his bidding, there was still the matter of controlling his ejaculation, and that Ryan was unable to do, for in just a matter of minutes his cock gave up a huge load of white hot cum down Harriett Vance's throat. Being so young, his ball sack had an inordinate amount of cum, thus she was unable to swallow it all as a goodly portion ran down her chin and onto her full chest! Ryan was gazing down at the cum covered chest of his middle aged suck doll when a voice that cut like a knife ripped through the air, "What is going on here," exclaimed an obviously shocked Cindy Matthews!?!
"Uh, Cindy," stammered Ryan, trying to think up a reasonable explanation for his having his pecker in the librarian's mouth, "uh, what are you doing here!?!" "I forgot my purse and came back to get it," she replied, her mouth still hanging agape from the scene she had walked in on. Miss Vance, sensing that Cindy could cause real trouble, jumped in to the conversation by using her domineering personality and ordered Cindy to sit down and be quiet. Not taking her eyes off either Ryan or Harriett Vance, Cindy slowly sat down, and did as she was told. Her bra now stained with Ryan's cum, Miss Vance stood up and removed her blouse and then reached behind her and unclasped her 38DD cup bra. She shrugged her shoulders, and the huge under garment slipped off of her chest and onto the desk, while Ryan, now not so sure of himself with Cindy in the room, stared at the expansive tit flesh with obvious lust, as his penis again began to stiffen in front of him!!! Miss Vance stood in before Cindy, and in her usual forceful tone said, "Touch them for me Cindy, feel how nice and full they feel in your hands!!!" Not exactly sure what to do, Cindy slowly raised her right hand and softly touched Miss Vance's nipple. "See how hard it gets," commented Miss Vance, "you have a wonderful touch, Cindy, but if you put it in your mouth it gets even harder!!!" Cindy was now on automatic pilot, and would have done just about anything the older woman said, so when Miss Vance pulled her mouth to her nipple, she didn't protest at all, instead she just opened up and took the big nub into her mouth. Ryan in the mean time, had begun rhythmically jerking is pecker, totally fascinated watching his classmate serviced the older woman's big chest!!!
Miss Vance was still in her skirt, and Cindy hadn't removed any of her clothing at all, so Miss Vance decided that it was time for everyone to get completely naked. For Ryan it was just a matter of taking off his shirt, but Cindy was utterly embarrassed having to strip in front of the other two so as to get her into the swing of things, Miss Vance had Cindy help her with her skirt and undie!!! Miss Vance, while not fat, was pleasingly plump, with a soft round tummy and big full ass and thighs. Her vagina was covered by a dense growth of dark pubic hair, that looked like a thick carpet between her legs. "Now it's your turn, Cindy," Harriett Vance intoned, "off with you duds, let's help her, Ryan," she ordered, while reaching to pull off the young girls sweater. With his pecker bobbing in front of him, Ryan proceeded to help Miss Vance remove every stitch of Cindy's clothing, her tiny bikini panties being the last thing to go. "My, you have a lovely body," cooed Miss Vance, while her hands roamed all over the young girl's chest and crotch. Cindy, being a strawberry blonde, had a very light complexion, with a sparse growth of thin reddish hair covering her pussy that looked incredibly inviting to the old cunt!!! Harriett Vance quickly removed everything from the top of her desk and then helped a very nervous Cindy lay back with her legs spread wide apart while commenting, "You have a very pretty vagina, Cindy, just look at Ryan's penis, he thinks your vagina is pretty too, don't you Ryan?!?"
Ryan just nodded, never taking his eyes off the puffy little vagina staring him in the face as MIss Vance wnt on, "Cindy, dear, you are making Ryan and me very excited, so if you don't mind, I'm going to tongue your vagina with my mouth!" Not waiting for an answer, Miss Vance placed her mouth directly on the crack of the pretty young teenager!!! This was one thing that Miss Vance knew something about, that being cunt lapping, since she had been meeting a lady from the next town twice a month for the past ten years just to suck each other off, so she went at Cindy's little pussy with a vengeance, not taking the time to bring her to a slow boil, she found the girl's little clitoris and worked it over relentlessly! Cindy's body immediately convulsed as her clit was under a full attack from the experienced tongue, while Ryan, again taking a chance, put his cock within easy reach of Cindy's mouth, just in case she got the urge to orally satisfy him! He wasn't disappointed as she hungrily sucked him into her warm mouth, the combination of which, a mouth on her pussy and a cock her in mouth were more than the poor girl could handle, resulting in the hardest orgasm of her life as her little pussy filling the librarian's mouth with her cunt juice while her own mouth was being filled with the spurting cum of her classmate!!!
Harriett quickly got to her feet and ordered Cindy to get off of the desk. After replacing Cindy, Harriett Vance spread her legs wide apart, exposing the hairiest pussy Ryan had ever seen, including pictures in magazines! Looking at Cindy, she asked, "Please do my boobs, honey, they could really use some attention!" The loud slurping coming from Cindy's mouth, made Ryan's dormant pecker begin to rise, and after he was fully erect, he didn't even have to ask what to do, he simply stepped between the wide open thighs of his boss and buried his boner deep into her steaming love box, while a loud sigh of contentment escaped Miss Vance's lips when she felt the hardness of a male enter her for the first time in years! It felt so good to get fucked by a man again! The wonderful thing about fucking teenagers, was that they had boundless energy, and very short recovery times. Ryan, for example, was going to be shooting his third load within the space of a half hour, while Cindy, had a vagina that just begged to be handled, becoming dripping wet at the mere drop of a hat! Ryan could see that there was a way to get Cindy a little more involved in the action so he had her crawl up on top of Miss Vance with her ass in the air right in front of his nose. She could continue sucking Harriett Vance's tits, but with her cunt right in front of him, he could lean forward just a few inches and tongue her pretty little twat! The sucking sounds coming from her mouth on Miss Vance's tits grew louder and faster when Ryan's tongue snaked into Cindy's puffy little pussy. Her aroma was like a drug, and Ryan tried to bury his whole face into the young girl's very wet snatch! He was now a man possessed, his mouth sucking the young vagina like a calf to its mother's nipple, while his now stainless steel pecker, pounding hard in and out of the hairy old cunt that was splayed open before him! The three of them had the beginnings of a daisy chain, with Cindy's mouth on Miss Vance's huge chest, and Ryan taking care of both females with his mouth and tongue in Cindy's pussy and his hardon taking care of Miss Vance's needful cunt! Ryan was the one that started the simultaneous explosion when he groaned loud and hard into Cindy's tight little cunt, sending Cindy tumbling over the orgasmic edge with her second cum in the last fifteen minutes! Miss Vance, just hearing her two young sex toys having climaxes caused her own genitals to tremble, finally contracting in a climax of its own!!!
When they were breathing normally again, Harriett Vance sat in her chair with each teenager at her side, quietly nursing on a big fat nipple. All three, content, and happy in the knowledge that this was only the first of many late night trysts that they would be having among the stacks in the library!!!
Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty books and periodicals would be a chore to be avoided at all costs, but Ryan was different, he loved feel of the books in his hands and the aroma of old manuscripts filling his nose, but especially the wealth of information found like buried treasure between the sometimes frayed covers. He was only eighteen, but already he knew what he wanted to do with his life, go to college, major in library science, and become a curator for some large research library. He wasn't interested in checking books in and out, or sending out past due notices to tardy borrowers, no, he wanted to get into old manuscripts, first editions, and rare writings from days gone by. For now, though, just being able to work at something he truly loved was enough for him. He glanced at his watch, and said to himself, "Five minutes to closing, I better get hustling, it's gonna take at least an hour to get all these put away!" Working at a quick pace, Ryan was almost finished restacking, when it happened, standing on the short step stool needed to reach the upper shelf, his foot slipped and he came tumbling to the floor, landing with a loud thud!!! The force with which he had hit the floor had been noisy enough that the head librarian, Miss Vance had heard it and brought her running. When she got to him, what she found was and unconscious Ryan, with blood trickling down his forehead.
Miss Vance practically ran to the rest room and wet a towel with cold water and rushed back to Ryan. When she got there he was trying to shake out the cob webs, but his head was pounding, and he was still too shaky to stand up. Miss Vance gently dabbed the blood from his brow and asked, "What in the world happened Ryan, you just must be more careful!?!" Ryan tried to stand up, but slipped back to the floor, only to be caught in Miss Vance's arms. "Don't try to get up yet," she ordered in her usual stern voice, "just lie back and relax for a few minutes!" Miss Vance was a very strict and formal woman, about fifty Ryan guessed, with a manor that bespoke respect and decorum. No matter the weather or time of year, she always wore a white blouse, a medium length skirt, and a ladies blazer or jacket, usually gray or dark blue, while sometimes to add a little color she would wear a gay scarf around her neck. With her black hair pulled back in a severe bun, and her erudite personality, it wasn't easy to carry on a conversation with her, let alone have any type of interpersonal relationship, but right now he was as close to Miss Vance as he ever had been, and in his hazy mental state due to his fall he wasn't exactly sure what was happening. Although she wore unrevealing clothing and acted cool and aloof to her employees, Harriett Vance couldn't disguise the fullness of her body which was dominated by a large full chest that she tried to keep hidden from view! On more than one occasion Ryan had caught himself staring at the twin mountains that were stuffed inside the heavy wool blazer, only to look away quickly when he realized she had detected his voyeuristic game. Now lying in her arms, shaken from the fall, and with her boobs just inches from his face, Ryan reached out and caressed the bulging softness beneath the thick coat!!! If he had been even slightly in control of his faculties, he never would have chanced it, but the lure of the massive chest was too much for him to bear. Now, the really strange thing about all of this was Harriett Vance's reaction, which in fact was no reaction at all! She could tell that the young lad was totally out of it, and well, the touch of his hand on her chest did indeed feel wonderful, so what would be the harm in letting him have a little fun if he wouldn't remember it anyway, and besides, it had been a very long time since anyone had made her chest feel so good!!! After several minutes of groping, Ryan began to regain his senses, and after making sure he was well enough to walk, Miss Vance sent him on home before she finished restacking the books and then went home herself!!!
The next day seemed like any other, people flowing in and out of the library, returning and borrowing books, kids coming in to borrow children's videos, and just the ordinary events that surrounded the day in a large public library. Ryan arrived to work at six o'clock as usual, tonight however, he sported a large bandage covering a gash over his right eye. He filled his cart with returns and set to the task of restocking the shelves until at eight o'clock Miss Vance shooed out the remaining visitors and locked the front door, before then returning to her small office just to the right of the main desk. She was reading a brochure from a book company when she was interrupted by a knock on the door, "Come in, Ryan," she called out, after setting down her reading materials while waiting to see what the boy wanted. Ryan came into the office and seemed to hesitate, as if he was very nervous. "Yes," she intoned? "Well ma'am, about last night, I mean, well, you know what I mean," he stammered! "No," she replied, "I don't know what you mean!" "Well," he continued, "when I was on the floor, you let me, you know....." "Let you what," she said sternly!?! "Touch you, feel your, you know what I mean," he replied, and then taking the absolute chance of his life, walked around the desk and reached out and felt he big boobs for the second straight night! Unsure if she would scream or just slap him, Ryan continued rubbing her chest, hoping that she wouldn't cause a scene, but what happened next was a wet dream come to life, and instead of stopping him, Miss Vance leaned back in her chair and slowly began unbuttoning her jacket! When it fell open, her low cut bra was plainly visible through the thin silk blouse! Up until now she hadn't uttered a word, but now she whispered hoarsely, "Open my blouse and feel them through my bra!!!" With trembling hands Ryan tried in vain to undo the small pearl buttons, until finally having to let Harriett Vance to it for him. When she pulled her blouse away, Ryan made an audible gasp, and gingerly touched the incredible mammarys through the lacy brassiere. The softness and sponginess were like nothing he had ever felt before!!! The girls he had gone out with barely had boobs, let alone something as breath taking as Miss Vance's, and as if on automatic pilot, he leaned over and began kissing the pink nipples through the transparent fabric, causing them to harden and shrivel up. Right then he knew he had her, because even though her tits were much bigger than the girls in his own class, he knew from personal experience that once you get to the point of making their nipples hard, you could do pretty much what you wanted to them because they were so turned on!
Now gaining confidence, Ryan pulled his head from her chest and gave her a French kiss, using his tongue to probe her open mouth, and even though he was only eighteen, Ryan sensed that this woman would do his bidding and not give him any guff. Standing up next to her chair, Ryan slowly unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor, and now only in his BVD's, he boldly said, "You know what you want baby, take them off!!!" Just as he had predicted, Harriett Vance was now completely in his thrall, so without a word of protest she hooked her thumbs in his waist band and tugged his shorts down his thighs. His erection, while not the biggest in the world, was incredibly stiff, with a drop of precum hanging from its tip, so getting even more personal with her, he asked sharply, "How long's it been since you sucked a hard cock, bitch!?!" Licking her lips in anticipation, she answered softly, "Too long!" "Do you want it bitch," he questioned!?! This time she didn't reply, while just sucking his meat into her hot mouth, slobbering all over it, and then licking it clean. Even though he had taken control of the situation and was making her do his bidding, there was still the matter of controlling his ejaculation, and that Ryan was unable to do, for in just a matter of minutes his cock gave up a huge load of white hot cum down Harriett Vance's throat. Being so young, his ball sack had an inordinate amount of cum, thus she was unable to swallow it all as a goodly portion ran down her chin and onto her full chest! Ryan was gazing down at the cum covered chest of his middle aged suck doll when a voice that cut like a knife ripped through the air, "What is going on here," exclaimed an obviously shocked Cindy Matthews!?!
"Uh, Cindy," stammered Ryan, trying to think up a reasonable explanation for his having his pecker in the librarian's mouth, "uh, what are you doing here!?!" "I forgot my purse and came back to get it," she replied, her mouth still hanging agape from the scene she had walked in on. Miss Vance, sensing that Cindy could cause real trouble, jumped in to the conversation by using her domineering personality and ordered Cindy to sit down and be quiet. Not taking her eyes off either Ryan or Harriett Vance, Cindy slowly sat down, and did as she was told. Her bra now stained with Ryan's cum, Miss Vance stood up and removed her blouse and then reached behind her and unclasped her 38DD cup bra. She shrugged her shoulders, and the huge under garment slipped off of her chest and onto the desk, while Ryan, now not so sure of himself with Cindy in the room, stared at the expansive tit flesh with obvious lust, as his penis again began to stiffen in front of him!!! Miss Vance stood in before Cindy, and in her usual forceful tone said, "Touch them for me Cindy, feel how nice and full they feel in your hands!!!" Not exactly sure what to do, Cindy slowly raised her right hand and softly touched Miss Vance's nipple. "See how hard it gets," commented Miss Vance, "you have a wonderful touch, Cindy, but if you put it in your mouth it gets even harder!!!" Cindy was now on automatic pilot, and would have done just about anything the older woman said, so when Miss Vance pulled her mouth to her nipple, she didn't protest at all, instead she just opened up and took the big nub into her mouth. Ryan in the mean time, had begun rhythmically jerking is pecker, totally fascinated watching his classmate serviced the older woman's big chest!!!
Miss Vance was still in her skirt, and Cindy hadn't removed any of her clothing at all, so Miss Vance decided that it was time for everyone to get completely naked. For Ryan it was just a matter of taking off his shirt, but Cindy was utterly embarrassed having to strip in front of the other two so as to get her into the swing of things, Miss Vance had Cindy help her with her skirt and undie!!! Miss Vance, while not fat, was pleasingly plump, with a soft round tummy and big full ass and thighs. Her vagina was covered by a dense growth of dark pubic hair, that looked like a thick carpet between her legs. "Now it's your turn, Cindy," Harriett Vance intoned, "off with you duds, let's help her, Ryan," she ordered, while reaching to pull off the young girls sweater. With his pecker bobbing in front of him, Ryan proceeded to help Miss Vance remove every stitch of Cindy's clothing, her tiny bikini panties being the last thing to go. "My, you have a lovely body," cooed Miss Vance, while her hands roamed all over the young girl's chest and crotch. Cindy, being a strawberry blonde, had a very light complexion, with a sparse growth of thin reddish hair covering her pussy that looked incredibly inviting to the old cunt!!! Harriett Vance quickly removed everything from the top of her desk and then helped a very nervous Cindy lay back with her legs spread wide apart while commenting, "You have a very pretty vagina, Cindy, just look at Ryan's penis, he thinks your vagina is pretty too, don't you Ryan?!?"
Ryan just nodded, never taking his eyes off the puffy little vagina staring him in the face as MIss Vance wnt on, "Cindy, dear, you are making Ryan and me very excited, so if you don't mind, I'm going to tongue your vagina with my mouth!" Not waiting for an answer, Miss Vance placed her mouth directly on the crack of the pretty young teenager!!! This was one thing that Miss Vance knew something about, that being cunt lapping, since she had been meeting a lady from the next town twice a month for the past ten years just to suck each other off, so she went at Cindy's little pussy with a vengeance, not taking the time to bring her to a slow boil, she found the girl's little clitoris and worked it over relentlessly! Cindy's body immediately convulsed as her clit was under a full attack from the experienced tongue, while Ryan, again taking a chance, put his cock within easy reach of Cindy's mouth, just in case she got the urge to orally satisfy him! He wasn't disappointed as she hungrily sucked him into her warm mouth, the combination of which, a mouth on her pussy and a cock her in mouth were more than the poor girl could handle, resulting in the hardest orgasm of her life as her little pussy filling the librarian's mouth with her cunt juice while her own mouth was being filled with the spurting cum of her classmate!!!
Harriett quickly got to her feet and ordered Cindy to get off of the desk. After replacing Cindy, Harriett Vance spread her legs wide apart, exposing the hairiest pussy Ryan had ever seen, including pictures in magazines! Looking at Cindy, she asked, "Please do my boobs, honey, they could really use some attention!" The loud slurping coming from Cindy's mouth, made Ryan's dormant pecker begin to rise, and after he was fully erect, he didn't even have to ask what to do, he simply stepped between the wide open thighs of his boss and buried his boner deep into her steaming love box, while a loud sigh of contentment escaped Miss Vance's lips when she felt the hardness of a male enter her for the first time in years! It felt so good to get fucked by a man again! The wonderful thing about fucking teenagers, was that they had boundless energy, and very short recovery times. Ryan, for example, was going to be shooting his third load within the space of a half hour, while Cindy, had a vagina that just begged to be handled, becoming dripping wet at the mere drop of a hat! Ryan could see that there was a way to get Cindy a little more involved in the action so he had her crawl up on top of Miss Vance with her ass in the air right in front of his nose. She could continue sucking Harriett Vance's tits, but with her cunt right in front of him, he could lean forward just a few inches and tongue her pretty little twat! The sucking sounds coming from her mouth on Miss Vance's tits grew louder and faster when Ryan's tongue snaked into Cindy's puffy little pussy. Her aroma was like a drug, and Ryan tried to bury his whole face into the young girl's very wet snatch! He was now a man possessed, his mouth sucking the young vagina like a calf to its mother's nipple, while his now stainless steel pecker, pounding hard in and out of the hairy old cunt that was splayed open before him! The three of them had the beginnings of a daisy chain, with Cindy's mouth on Miss Vance's huge chest, and Ryan taking care of both females with his mouth and tongue in Cindy's pussy and his hardon taking care of Miss Vance's needful cunt! Ryan was the one that started the simultaneous explosion when he groaned loud and hard into Cindy's tight little cunt, sending Cindy tumbling over the orgasmic edge with her second cum in the last fifteen minutes! Miss Vance, just hearing her two young sex toys having climaxes caused her own genitals to tremble, finally contracting in a climax of its own!!!
When they were breathing normally again, Harriett Vance sat in her chair with each teenager at her side, quietly nursing on a big fat nipple. All three, content, and happy in the knowledge that this was only the first of many late night trysts that they would be having among the stacks in the library!!!
Preggers and Hot
Wanda waddled into the kitchen with a tray full of dirty dishes while thinking about how tired she was all the time now, and she still had two months to go before she was due! She felt like a fat cow, after gaining thirty pounds during this her first pregnancy, and while she was usually a svelte 125 pounds, her tits had turned into mini Goodyear blimps, and her belly looked like she was stealing a water melon from a fruit stand while hiding it under her dress! No wonder Dave had seemed to lose interest in sex!!! When she looked into the mirror she appeared to be anything but desirable, and to top it all off, her nipples had begun to leak milk, leaving her dresses and blouses stained and wet. God she would be glad when all of this was over! A light shiver ran through her when she looked out the kitchen window at the foot deep snow that spread across her back yard, looking for the world like a perfect white carpet. As she gazed at the wintery scene, her mind floated back to her childhood, of sledding, throwing snowballs, and building snow forts until her reminiscing was abruptly terminated with the loud ringing of the front door chimes. Dressed in only her house dress, Wanda would have normally put on a house coat to cover her self consciousness, but for once she just forgot about it and went directly to the door and opened it. Standing on the snowy front porch was a young Express Parcel delivery man, holding a package and his clip board. "Package for a Wanda Perkins," he said, while shivering in the cold January air. "I'm Wanda Perkins, please step inside and get out of that cold for a few minutes!" "Thanks ma'am," he replied, "it's really a bear out there to day," as he stepped into her living room. She signed for the package and asked him if he would like a cup of coffee to warm up. "Thanks a lot, I could sure use one, the heater in the truck isn't working to well," he replied! "Come on into the kitchen and sit down for a few minutes and warm up," she offered. "Black or cream and sugar," she asked, as she poured a couple of fresh cups. "Black will be fine, thanks," he answered, taking in a deep whiff of the fresh brew, while also taking in a view of Wanda's huge chest. He couldn't help but notice the two wet spots on the front of her dress, at the same spot where her big nipples poked through the thin material, and almost instantly he felt his dick begin to stiffen as he watched the big jugs jiggle freely from side to side. "My god," he thought, "she isn't even wearing a bra!!!" Wanda wasn't paying any attention to him because she was busy opening the package that he had just delivered. "Well, it's finally here," she exclaimed! "Ma'am," he offered? "My breast pump, it's finally here," she exclaimed happily, if you hadn't noticed, I am having quite a problem with milk filled breasts, and this little pump should keep them from leaking!" He turned beet red a the mention of the term "milk filled breasts", and quickly turned away while Wanda pulled the package open and was immediately faced with a hand full of loose parts that had to be assembled. After staring at them for a couple of minutes, she turned to the delivery man and asked, "Do you think you could take a minute to help me put this thing together, I am not mechanically inclined at all, and by the way, what's your name, mine is Wanda." "Uhhh, Al, it's Al, uh let me see what you have there," he stammered while taking the pump and loose parts from her.
After a quick scan of the directions, it only took Al five minutes to attach all the parts and hoses to the base unit. "There you go," he said triumphantly, "it should work just fine now!" As she was watching him work, Wanda was struck at how handsome this young man really was, and just having him sitting in her kitchen was making her pussy damp! It had been so long since she had had any meaningful sex with her husband, that just the mere presence of a strange man in her own home was enough to get her going! As he handed the pump to her she made a quick decision by asking, "How does it work, it looks so complicated with all those hoses and switches, I know I'll never be able to figure it out, do you think you can show me how it works?!" "Well ma'am, I don't think that it's my place to, you know, help you with.......... "Oh please," she begged, "it's so uncomfortable, and I just know that you can show me how to use it, pleassssse!?!?!" Before he could answer, Wanda slipped her arms out of her sleeves and pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, exposing the two biggest tits that Al had ever seen in his life! The breath was sucked right out of him as he looked at the two monsters jiggling on the young woman's chest, and another huge surprise were her nipples!!! Al had never seen a pregnant woman's breasts before, and the dark color and rubbery appearance actually stunned him, and even though he knew he was staring, he just couldn't help himself, they were absolutely magnificent! "Okay, Al," she said, "here it is, show me how it works," while handing him the pump as she stood waiting patiently for him to connect the contraption to her nipples. With shaky hands he plugged the cord in to the outlet and place the suction cup over her right nipple, and after checking again to make sure everything was all set, he flipped the switch and the little motor began to hum. Almost immediately fresh breast milk began to flow through the clear plastic tube and into the receptacle that was setting on the table. By now sweat had broken out all over Al's forehead, and he reached for his handkerchief to dab his brow. "Al," she asked softly, "would you do me another favor?" "What," he asked back in a weak voice? "I'm getting the milk out of one breast, but the other one is still full and needs to be emptied right away, do you think you could do that for me?" "Uh, how would I do that, ma'am" he stammered! "Well, silly," she lilted, "with your mouth of course, how else would you do it?!?" Al turned a decided shade of crimson as he tried to avoid the steady gaze of Wanda Perkins, but again, before he could answer, Wanda made the first move by deftly slipping her hand under the table and feeling the huge bulge in Al's trousers.
He jumped a little, but didn't make a move to escape her soft caress, and after standing up, she leaned her breast forward towards his now gaping mouth. It was all happening so fast! It almost looked like a bowling ball coming at him, with the huge distended nipple pointed directly at his mouth!!! He didn't get his mouth opened in time, so the big boob bounced against his face, allowing milk to leak out on his cheek. "Come on baby," she cooed, "open up for mama, suck her big nipple!" That was all she needed to say, and Al opened wide and was soon sucking down the sweet nectar that poured from nature's tap! As good as it tasted to Al, it felt ten times better to Wanda! Oh how she needed a good tit sucking, and this boy was giving her exactly that!!!
Al was amazed at the amount of milk that was gushing into his hungry mouth, and he greedily sucked the huge nub, trying desperately to empty the huge breast of it's precious liquid. Wanda was in seventh heaven, it had been so long since she had felt a man's mouth on her aching nipples, that by merelyhaving them sucked, she was stoking red hot blast furnace that burned out of control between her legs! With every nip and suck to her nipple, a bolt of electricity shot through her now engorged clitoris, and without even thinking, she put her hand up under her dress and began furiously masturbating her excited pussy. When All realized what she was doing, he moaned and pulled his cock from his pants and slowly jerked it up and down! While he wasn't the best hung guy in town, Wanda couldn't wait to taste the luscious organ that stood up proudly only a few inches away from her hot body!!! She reluctantly pulled away from Al's mouth and dropped to her knees and she took in a deep breath to savor the smell of hi hot male crotch, and in just a whisper she sighed, "God I need this," as she took it deep into her hot mouth while running her tongue up and down the thick shaft. Al held her head softly in his hands as she proceeded to vacuum his pecker, and while he thought he was a pretty good looking guy, nothing even remotely like this had ever happened to him before! Even though she was pregnant, Al couldn't remember ever having such a beautiful woman want his cock so badly, and what's more, and even more incredible was the skill that she had in cocksucking! This was as good a blowjob as he had ever had, and in just a matter of seconds he was sure that he would blow his gun into her pretty little mouth of the preganat cocksucker!!! When Wanda felt the first spasms in the big pecker, she intensified her sucking, forcing the cum filled nuts to release their sperm in hot torrents down her throat! "My god, you're the fucking best," he groaned, as the last spurts of cum shot from the slit at the end of his pecker! When he was finished, she looked up at him with the look of absolute contentment on her face, like a child who just got what she wanted for her birthday.
"Oh thank you, Al," she gushed, "I needed that so badly, it's been so long for me!" Al couldn't believe his ears, here she was thanking him for letting her blow him! Incredible!!! "Stand up baby," he ordered, helping her to her feet. "Let me see if I can help you now," he said, as he lifted her dress, exposing her bulging belly and panty clad cunt. After slipping off her panties and quickly fingering her very hairy brown bush, he getnly pushed her back onto the kitchen table, and when she was finally in position with her legs spread wide apart, he Leaned forward, pushing his face into the massive jungle of pubic hair while tonguing her red hot little slit!!! "My god," he thought, "the poor thing is dripping wet!!!" Her cunt was slick as butter, and very sweet. He worked his tongue up and down her crack, until her clit was erect and exposed, and after feeling her tension building up, he flicked his tongue over it's little head, gradually increasing the pressure until she was writhing all over the table and pleading with him not to stop! By now his cheeks were saturated with her juices while she was almost bucking off the table! Her breathing was becoming more labored as she approached her climax, panting and stammering as she begged him to finish it! When she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him hard to her cunt, he knew that she had gone over the edge and that her orgasm was spreading through her pussy like a wild fire out of control!!! In a strained voice she stammered, "Oh my god, I am fucking cumming so fucking hard," as her whole body stiffened when the first wave swept over her!!! It seemed to last forever, one climax after the other, wringing her out like an old dish rag, until when it was finally over, neither one moved, with both of them totally spent.
Wanda leaned up on her elbows and smiled at Al and said, "Well thank you for putting my breast pump together, I couldn't have done it without you!" Standing up and putting his cock back into his pants, Al replied, "No problem, we're a full service delivery company, and today we really delivered, but now I gotta go, but good luck with the baby, seeya!!!" With those words he was out the door and off to his next delivery, about a half hour behind schedule! Wanda put her clothing back together and attached the pump to her still full breasts, and while sitting there she could only smile as she thought about the best delivery she had ever gotten!!!
Wanda waddled into the kitchen with a tray full of dirty dishes while thinking about how tired she was all the time now, and she still had two months to go before she was due! She felt like a fat cow, after gaining thirty pounds during this her first pregnancy, and while she was usually a svelte 125 pounds, her tits had turned into mini Goodyear blimps, and her belly looked like she was stealing a water melon from a fruit stand while hiding it under her dress! No wonder Dave had seemed to lose interest in sex!!! When she looked into the mirror she appeared to be anything but desirable, and to top it all off, her nipples had begun to leak milk, leaving her dresses and blouses stained and wet. God she would be glad when all of this was over! A light shiver ran through her when she looked out the kitchen window at the foot deep snow that spread across her back yard, looking for the world like a perfect white carpet. As she gazed at the wintery scene, her mind floated back to her childhood, of sledding, throwing snowballs, and building snow forts until her reminiscing was abruptly terminated with the loud ringing of the front door chimes. Dressed in only her house dress, Wanda would have normally put on a house coat to cover her self consciousness, but for once she just forgot about it and went directly to the door and opened it. Standing on the snowy front porch was a young Express Parcel delivery man, holding a package and his clip board. "Package for a Wanda Perkins," he said, while shivering in the cold January air. "I'm Wanda Perkins, please step inside and get out of that cold for a few minutes!" "Thanks ma'am," he replied, "it's really a bear out there to day," as he stepped into her living room. She signed for the package and asked him if he would like a cup of coffee to warm up. "Thanks a lot, I could sure use one, the heater in the truck isn't working to well," he replied! "Come on into the kitchen and sit down for a few minutes and warm up," she offered. "Black or cream and sugar," she asked, as she poured a couple of fresh cups. "Black will be fine, thanks," he answered, taking in a deep whiff of the fresh brew, while also taking in a view of Wanda's huge chest. He couldn't help but notice the two wet spots on the front of her dress, at the same spot where her big nipples poked through the thin material, and almost instantly he felt his dick begin to stiffen as he watched the big jugs jiggle freely from side to side. "My god," he thought, "she isn't even wearing a bra!!!" Wanda wasn't paying any attention to him because she was busy opening the package that he had just delivered. "Well, it's finally here," she exclaimed! "Ma'am," he offered? "My breast pump, it's finally here," she exclaimed happily, if you hadn't noticed, I am having quite a problem with milk filled breasts, and this little pump should keep them from leaking!" He turned beet red a the mention of the term "milk filled breasts", and quickly turned away while Wanda pulled the package open and was immediately faced with a hand full of loose parts that had to be assembled. After staring at them for a couple of minutes, she turned to the delivery man and asked, "Do you think you could take a minute to help me put this thing together, I am not mechanically inclined at all, and by the way, what's your name, mine is Wanda." "Uhhh, Al, it's Al, uh let me see what you have there," he stammered while taking the pump and loose parts from her.
After a quick scan of the directions, it only took Al five minutes to attach all the parts and hoses to the base unit. "There you go," he said triumphantly, "it should work just fine now!" As she was watching him work, Wanda was struck at how handsome this young man really was, and just having him sitting in her kitchen was making her pussy damp! It had been so long since she had had any meaningful sex with her husband, that just the mere presence of a strange man in her own home was enough to get her going! As he handed the pump to her she made a quick decision by asking, "How does it work, it looks so complicated with all those hoses and switches, I know I'll never be able to figure it out, do you think you can show me how it works?!" "Well ma'am, I don't think that it's my place to, you know, help you with.......... "Oh please," she begged, "it's so uncomfortable, and I just know that you can show me how to use it, pleassssse!?!?!" Before he could answer, Wanda slipped her arms out of her sleeves and pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, exposing the two biggest tits that Al had ever seen in his life! The breath was sucked right out of him as he looked at the two monsters jiggling on the young woman's chest, and another huge surprise were her nipples!!! Al had never seen a pregnant woman's breasts before, and the dark color and rubbery appearance actually stunned him, and even though he knew he was staring, he just couldn't help himself, they were absolutely magnificent! "Okay, Al," she said, "here it is, show me how it works," while handing him the pump as she stood waiting patiently for him to connect the contraption to her nipples. With shaky hands he plugged the cord in to the outlet and place the suction cup over her right nipple, and after checking again to make sure everything was all set, he flipped the switch and the little motor began to hum. Almost immediately fresh breast milk began to flow through the clear plastic tube and into the receptacle that was setting on the table. By now sweat had broken out all over Al's forehead, and he reached for his handkerchief to dab his brow. "Al," she asked softly, "would you do me another favor?" "What," he asked back in a weak voice? "I'm getting the milk out of one breast, but the other one is still full and needs to be emptied right away, do you think you could do that for me?" "Uh, how would I do that, ma'am" he stammered! "Well, silly," she lilted, "with your mouth of course, how else would you do it?!?" Al turned a decided shade of crimson as he tried to avoid the steady gaze of Wanda Perkins, but again, before he could answer, Wanda made the first move by deftly slipping her hand under the table and feeling the huge bulge in Al's trousers.
He jumped a little, but didn't make a move to escape her soft caress, and after standing up, she leaned her breast forward towards his now gaping mouth. It was all happening so fast! It almost looked like a bowling ball coming at him, with the huge distended nipple pointed directly at his mouth!!! He didn't get his mouth opened in time, so the big boob bounced against his face, allowing milk to leak out on his cheek. "Come on baby," she cooed, "open up for mama, suck her big nipple!" That was all she needed to say, and Al opened wide and was soon sucking down the sweet nectar that poured from nature's tap! As good as it tasted to Al, it felt ten times better to Wanda! Oh how she needed a good tit sucking, and this boy was giving her exactly that!!!
Al was amazed at the amount of milk that was gushing into his hungry mouth, and he greedily sucked the huge nub, trying desperately to empty the huge breast of it's precious liquid. Wanda was in seventh heaven, it had been so long since she had felt a man's mouth on her aching nipples, that by merelyhaving them sucked, she was stoking red hot blast furnace that burned out of control between her legs! With every nip and suck to her nipple, a bolt of electricity shot through her now engorged clitoris, and without even thinking, she put her hand up under her dress and began furiously masturbating her excited pussy. When All realized what she was doing, he moaned and pulled his cock from his pants and slowly jerked it up and down! While he wasn't the best hung guy in town, Wanda couldn't wait to taste the luscious organ that stood up proudly only a few inches away from her hot body!!! She reluctantly pulled away from Al's mouth and dropped to her knees and she took in a deep breath to savor the smell of hi hot male crotch, and in just a whisper she sighed, "God I need this," as she took it deep into her hot mouth while running her tongue up and down the thick shaft. Al held her head softly in his hands as she proceeded to vacuum his pecker, and while he thought he was a pretty good looking guy, nothing even remotely like this had ever happened to him before! Even though she was pregnant, Al couldn't remember ever having such a beautiful woman want his cock so badly, and what's more, and even more incredible was the skill that she had in cocksucking! This was as good a blowjob as he had ever had, and in just a matter of seconds he was sure that he would blow his gun into her pretty little mouth of the preganat cocksucker!!! When Wanda felt the first spasms in the big pecker, she intensified her sucking, forcing the cum filled nuts to release their sperm in hot torrents down her throat! "My god, you're the fucking best," he groaned, as the last spurts of cum shot from the slit at the end of his pecker! When he was finished, she looked up at him with the look of absolute contentment on her face, like a child who just got what she wanted for her birthday.
"Oh thank you, Al," she gushed, "I needed that so badly, it's been so long for me!" Al couldn't believe his ears, here she was thanking him for letting her blow him! Incredible!!! "Stand up baby," he ordered, helping her to her feet. "Let me see if I can help you now," he said, as he lifted her dress, exposing her bulging belly and panty clad cunt. After slipping off her panties and quickly fingering her very hairy brown bush, he getnly pushed her back onto the kitchen table, and when she was finally in position with her legs spread wide apart, he Leaned forward, pushing his face into the massive jungle of pubic hair while tonguing her red hot little slit!!! "My god," he thought, "the poor thing is dripping wet!!!" Her cunt was slick as butter, and very sweet. He worked his tongue up and down her crack, until her clit was erect and exposed, and after feeling her tension building up, he flicked his tongue over it's little head, gradually increasing the pressure until she was writhing all over the table and pleading with him not to stop! By now his cheeks were saturated with her juices while she was almost bucking off the table! Her breathing was becoming more labored as she approached her climax, panting and stammering as she begged him to finish it! When she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him hard to her cunt, he knew that she had gone over the edge and that her orgasm was spreading through her pussy like a wild fire out of control!!! In a strained voice she stammered, "Oh my god, I am fucking cumming so fucking hard," as her whole body stiffened when the first wave swept over her!!! It seemed to last forever, one climax after the other, wringing her out like an old dish rag, until when it was finally over, neither one moved, with both of them totally spent.
Wanda leaned up on her elbows and smiled at Al and said, "Well thank you for putting my breast pump together, I couldn't have done it without you!" Standing up and putting his cock back into his pants, Al replied, "No problem, we're a full service delivery company, and today we really delivered, but now I gotta go, but good luck with the baby, seeya!!!" With those words he was out the door and off to his next delivery, about a half hour behind schedule! Wanda put her clothing back together and attached the pump to her still full breasts, and while sitting there she could only smile as she thought about the best delivery she had ever gotten!!!
Monday, February 13, 2006
Jenn In Heat
Does Warm Weather Really Make People Horny?
You know it’s serious, and a desperate attempt at remaining rational, when one resorts to writing a Haiku to help cope with horniness. But there it is, in plain Haiku English. And it says everything I have been feeling the last couple of days.
Honestly, I’m not that young anymore. I’ve been out of college for more than four years, and the old adage about spring turning boys (and girls) fancy to sex seems more suited to high school (and perhaps college) students. But here I am, ready to drive by the nearest high school (or college, or construction site) with the convertible top down, wearing Daisy Dukes, trying to get laid.
For those of you living in the south, or southwest, or somewhere outside of the U.S. that is tropical, this column might have less meaning. But us east-coast sorts have always had to deal with this phenomenon. This year, we experienced a horrible winter. Record snowfall, cold temperatures, and perhaps most significant, very few (if any) warm weather breaks. Most winters, we at least get a tease of warmer weather throughout the winter, which might help to keep our hormones somewhat balanced. But this year, it has pretty much been one long winter.
Then suddenly, the cold broke. And now, we are experiencing temperatures close to 70 degrees. It happened quickly, and while many of my male friends were seen dusting off their golf clubs and hitting the driving range, or polishing their cars, my weekend was spent thinking about getting laid. Not just any method, however. I wanted to be outside somewhere, on a deserted beach. Or perhaps a park, under the trees. Somewhere where I feel the breeze and the sunshine, while feeling an artist masterfully playing a concerto between my legs. Okay, I lied. Right now, I don’t care if it’s in a dark, dusty trailer or a small studio apartment with no windows. I just need to get laid.
But before I begin my search for my latest prey, I started wondering whether there was something scientific about why people (and specifically me this year) get hornier when springtime arrives. Is it some hormonal imbalance? Is it sociological? Or is it just nature?
An extensive Internet search could not provide me with a stitch of medical evidence that there is any true chemical reason for the warm weather horny condition. I came across a few lame theories, but none that had enough support to bother quoting here. I did manage to find a survey at www.queendom.com, which asked readers, "How does warm weather affect your sex drive?" The results were rather close between men and women. Among men, 43.5% said it increases, 43.3% said it stays the same, and 13.1% said it decreases. For the women, 42.1% said it stays the same, 40.2% said it increases, and 17.6% said it decreases. There was really nothing surprising or earth-shattering among these results.
Related to this, however, I did discover that millions of people suffer from something known as Seasonal Affective Disorder (S.A.D.), where lower levels of sunlight alter production of brain chemicals and can lead to depression, among other things. It is widely believed that one of the best cures for this condition is simply more sunlight, which often happens when the weather turns warmer, and people begin going outside again.
S.A.D. can perhaps explain some of the issues with spring hormones, but what about the millions of others that do not experience depression during the colder and darker months? It seems ripe for speculation, which I will do here. Sex and attraction are highly visual. When warmer weather arrives, people begin going outside, after spending most of the winter months couped up inside watching TV and seeing their skin turn pale. Once the holidays are over, many people start dieting, and exercising more to be ready for the warmer months. Spring clothes begin appearing in stores, and people want to look good. Some of us start tanning at the salons, and spend longer hours in the gym. Then, all of a sudden, a warm weekend arrives, and we are thankful that we at least started to work on our appearance before the weather turned. For us gals, we see guys wearing less clothing, where their muscles are finally seen again. And the guys are doing manly things, like sports and working on cars or other physical projects. For guys, they begin seeing women walking around, and the women are wearing less and less clothing. Skin begins to appear, followed by the same Daisy Dukes that I am about to test in a few hours! And seeing this after a winter of gloom and doom makes us think about sex.
There are also media driven reasons to associate sex with spring. How many of you have ever gone on a spring break vacation? I have. It’s all about drinking, partying, and sex. Watch MTV, or any news show, and you’ll undoubtedly see reports from spring break locations. And how about those "Girls Gone Wild" videos from spring breaks around the country?
Anyway, my faithful guy and gal readers, there you have it. If you felt hornier this weekend, you are normal. You do not suffer from any chemical imbalance, nor do you have any kind of sexual addiction or affliction that needs help. Like me, you simply need to have sex. You have been couped up too long, and spring brings a new awakening.
Have some great sex, and I’ll try to do the same!
Does Warm Weather Really Make People Horny?
You know it’s serious, and a desperate attempt at remaining rational, when one resorts to writing a Haiku to help cope with horniness. But there it is, in plain Haiku English. And it says everything I have been feeling the last couple of days.
Honestly, I’m not that young anymore. I’ve been out of college for more than four years, and the old adage about spring turning boys (and girls) fancy to sex seems more suited to high school (and perhaps college) students. But here I am, ready to drive by the nearest high school (or college, or construction site) with the convertible top down, wearing Daisy Dukes, trying to get laid.
For those of you living in the south, or southwest, or somewhere outside of the U.S. that is tropical, this column might have less meaning. But us east-coast sorts have always had to deal with this phenomenon. This year, we experienced a horrible winter. Record snowfall, cold temperatures, and perhaps most significant, very few (if any) warm weather breaks. Most winters, we at least get a tease of warmer weather throughout the winter, which might help to keep our hormones somewhat balanced. But this year, it has pretty much been one long winter.
Then suddenly, the cold broke. And now, we are experiencing temperatures close to 70 degrees. It happened quickly, and while many of my male friends were seen dusting off their golf clubs and hitting the driving range, or polishing their cars, my weekend was spent thinking about getting laid. Not just any method, however. I wanted to be outside somewhere, on a deserted beach. Or perhaps a park, under the trees. Somewhere where I feel the breeze and the sunshine, while feeling an artist masterfully playing a concerto between my legs. Okay, I lied. Right now, I don’t care if it’s in a dark, dusty trailer or a small studio apartment with no windows. I just need to get laid.
But before I begin my search for my latest prey, I started wondering whether there was something scientific about why people (and specifically me this year) get hornier when springtime arrives. Is it some hormonal imbalance? Is it sociological? Or is it just nature?
An extensive Internet search could not provide me with a stitch of medical evidence that there is any true chemical reason for the warm weather horny condition. I came across a few lame theories, but none that had enough support to bother quoting here. I did manage to find a survey at www.queendom.com, which asked readers, "How does warm weather affect your sex drive?" The results were rather close between men and women. Among men, 43.5% said it increases, 43.3% said it stays the same, and 13.1% said it decreases. For the women, 42.1% said it stays the same, 40.2% said it increases, and 17.6% said it decreases. There was really nothing surprising or earth-shattering among these results.
Related to this, however, I did discover that millions of people suffer from something known as Seasonal Affective Disorder (S.A.D.), where lower levels of sunlight alter production of brain chemicals and can lead to depression, among other things. It is widely believed that one of the best cures for this condition is simply more sunlight, which often happens when the weather turns warmer, and people begin going outside again.
S.A.D. can perhaps explain some of the issues with spring hormones, but what about the millions of others that do not experience depression during the colder and darker months? It seems ripe for speculation, which I will do here. Sex and attraction are highly visual. When warmer weather arrives, people begin going outside, after spending most of the winter months couped up inside watching TV and seeing their skin turn pale. Once the holidays are over, many people start dieting, and exercising more to be ready for the warmer months. Spring clothes begin appearing in stores, and people want to look good. Some of us start tanning at the salons, and spend longer hours in the gym. Then, all of a sudden, a warm weekend arrives, and we are thankful that we at least started to work on our appearance before the weather turned. For us gals, we see guys wearing less clothing, where their muscles are finally seen again. And the guys are doing manly things, like sports and working on cars or other physical projects. For guys, they begin seeing women walking around, and the women are wearing less and less clothing. Skin begins to appear, followed by the same Daisy Dukes that I am about to test in a few hours! And seeing this after a winter of gloom and doom makes us think about sex.
There are also media driven reasons to associate sex with spring. How many of you have ever gone on a spring break vacation? I have. It’s all about drinking, partying, and sex. Watch MTV, or any news show, and you’ll undoubtedly see reports from spring break locations. And how about those "Girls Gone Wild" videos from spring breaks around the country?
Anyway, my faithful guy and gal readers, there you have it. If you felt hornier this weekend, you are normal. You do not suffer from any chemical imbalance, nor do you have any kind of sexual addiction or affliction that needs help. Like me, you simply need to have sex. You have been couped up too long, and spring brings a new awakening.
Have some great sex, and I’ll try to do the same!
Magic Personified
Real or make-believe?.......that is the question. Can we find a way to determine if the person we are falling for online is REAL??
This is one question that comes to mind a lot in online connections, be it emails or instant messages, and is peculiar to ONLY online communications. This cannot occur in any other venue except maybe writing letters back and forth to someone you have never met, such as pen pals, women who write to incarcerated men, etc.
Since we cannot see the person's reactions to what we say, nor can we be distracted by a million other forms of sensory input that happen in person-to-person interaction, ONLINE communication becomes something nebulous falling somewhere between REAL and FANTASY in our mind.
We are real people talking to each other, but our mind has to find a place of security that is alien to its natural process. If one has spent a lot of time online interacting with others, one develops a place of security in one's mind where by we can launch a scenario that is optimum for each particular person/case involved.
For instance, if we are talking to someone who fits the criteria that we have set for us to be able to explore a possible meeting, we have imposed a certain chain of events that will certainly take us to that end.
Systematically, we ask certain questions, interpret the answers, which lead to more questions, which lead to more answers that finally give us the specific information we need to make an educated guess as to the risk factor involved in actually meeting this person face to face.
After assessing all the things we have to assess, after eliminating a series of reasons why to meet or not meet this person, we ultimately whittle it down to whatever action we want to take.
On one hand, with online dating, before we meet face to face, we have a hell of a lot MORE information than we would have if we just met on the street. Assuming they have told the truth, we usually know their age, where they live, what they like sexually, and a lot of other personal things we've demanded they answer before we determine a quasi match.
But on the other hand, we have a whole lot LESS information than we would have if we had met this person in real time (seeing how they dress, carry themselves, relate to the world around them, how friendly they really are etc).
So, within this nebulous space we now have to create a whole new set of rules for ourselves. We have to come up with extra sensory perception that will guide us in our decision-making so that we can find the lowest risk factor possible for making the best assessment for success. Not only do we have to decide if this person is compatible, but we have to give ourselves the OK to bite the bullet and go for it.
The more we meet people this way, the more we learn how our new sensory perception has to develop. Each time we meet someone, we get the opportunity to develop our skill.
Once we have this person in our face, the brain has to switch from that nebulous place between REAL and FANTASY to REAL time. Now we fall back on what has always been familiar to us and that is CHEMISTRY.
Chemistry has a way of overriding much of the aforementioned data. New sensory input invades the senses and qualifies or disqualifies all previous information. This is the point where we go from the nebulous zone to a comfort zone.
At least we can trust chemistry. It's almost an absolute for us. Chemistry is cut and dry. There is no question. We are in our comfort zone and know exactly if this person is energetically in tune with us or not.
But, what if the guy has a nervous twitch or looks at every woman's ass that walks by, or what if the woman has an obnoxious high-pitched laugh? That nebulous zone never factored these types of things in to the quotient.
The solution to this is to have a web cam. You can see how the person responds to your words, see their facial movements, see their body, how they look when you make them smile, hell you can even see their pets, kids, and whatever else they care to show you.
You can't, however, see how they react to the world around them, or know how friendly they are to senior citizens, or whether or not they have money in the bank, but if you are wondering if you are at least physically attracted to this person, the cam will show you a heck of a lot.
I think we create in our nebulous zone, how we want the person to be. When the other person doesn't meet that expectation, we tend to then say, "they weren't for REAL." I am thinking that we create this person, as we want to see them to make it OK in our mind to meet them.
But when they aren't THAT way really, aren't WE ourselves to blame for making up this super being?? How many times have you said, "This is absolutely CRAZY!!?? I think I am madly in love and we haven't even met!!" What we are "in love" with is the IDEA of this person being everything we have made them out to be which is of course, our perfect mate!!!
Is saying the person really wasn't as they alluded to be, perhaps a "self imposed" mistake or lack of awareness? Could it be that we are eluding ourselves? If we can realize that we have done all we can in a limited venue to find someone who for all intents and purposes matches our criteria for romance, BUT that the hold out is the actual face-to-face meeting as the be all and end all of ascertaining REAL attraction, I think there would be a whole lot less disappointment, and a lot more success stories.
Expectations are SELF IMPOSED and we ourselves need to be accountable for this. If the other person does NOT meet our expectations, it might just be that we built up a persona to suit our fantasy, and perhaps WE indeed, haven't been realistic.
The other thing that we run into a lot, unfortunately, are the liars and deceivers who get their rocks off by hurting others or just seeing how well they can bullshit their way into getting a date.
That is where experience at meeting comes in handy. There are a lot of ways to detect these people because they forget from one day to the next what lies they told and stories aren't consistent.
I avoid these like the plague but even an experienced bullshit detector like myself can still be fooled on occasion. BUT, I still prefer this venue for meeting potential dates over all others and have learned that the bottom line is to keep a very open mind, realizing that I am probably grandiosizing a wee bit because I so earnestly want to meet people with whom I can relate to and be myself with and I truly believe that with the masses at my fingertips, I have much higher odds of being successful.
There is a magical dynamic that happens online that is not found in any other venue and I sincerely believe it CAN be translated into real time, with caution, awareness, and the ability to make the smooth transition from that nebulous zone to REAL time, and allow yourself the grace to let chemistry and face-to-face attraction be the deciding factor. Limit your fantasies and know that they are the fuel, but they are not the REAL fire!!!
Real or make-believe?.......that is the question. Can we find a way to determine if the person we are falling for online is REAL??
This is one question that comes to mind a lot in online connections, be it emails or instant messages, and is peculiar to ONLY online communications. This cannot occur in any other venue except maybe writing letters back and forth to someone you have never met, such as pen pals, women who write to incarcerated men, etc.
Since we cannot see the person's reactions to what we say, nor can we be distracted by a million other forms of sensory input that happen in person-to-person interaction, ONLINE communication becomes something nebulous falling somewhere between REAL and FANTASY in our mind.
We are real people talking to each other, but our mind has to find a place of security that is alien to its natural process. If one has spent a lot of time online interacting with others, one develops a place of security in one's mind where by we can launch a scenario that is optimum for each particular person/case involved.
For instance, if we are talking to someone who fits the criteria that we have set for us to be able to explore a possible meeting, we have imposed a certain chain of events that will certainly take us to that end.
Systematically, we ask certain questions, interpret the answers, which lead to more questions, which lead to more answers that finally give us the specific information we need to make an educated guess as to the risk factor involved in actually meeting this person face to face.
After assessing all the things we have to assess, after eliminating a series of reasons why to meet or not meet this person, we ultimately whittle it down to whatever action we want to take.
On one hand, with online dating, before we meet face to face, we have a hell of a lot MORE information than we would have if we just met on the street. Assuming they have told the truth, we usually know their age, where they live, what they like sexually, and a lot of other personal things we've demanded they answer before we determine a quasi match.
But on the other hand, we have a whole lot LESS information than we would have if we had met this person in real time (seeing how they dress, carry themselves, relate to the world around them, how friendly they really are etc).
So, within this nebulous space we now have to create a whole new set of rules for ourselves. We have to come up with extra sensory perception that will guide us in our decision-making so that we can find the lowest risk factor possible for making the best assessment for success. Not only do we have to decide if this person is compatible, but we have to give ourselves the OK to bite the bullet and go for it.
The more we meet people this way, the more we learn how our new sensory perception has to develop. Each time we meet someone, we get the opportunity to develop our skill.
Once we have this person in our face, the brain has to switch from that nebulous place between REAL and FANTASY to REAL time. Now we fall back on what has always been familiar to us and that is CHEMISTRY.
Chemistry has a way of overriding much of the aforementioned data. New sensory input invades the senses and qualifies or disqualifies all previous information. This is the point where we go from the nebulous zone to a comfort zone.
At least we can trust chemistry. It's almost an absolute for us. Chemistry is cut and dry. There is no question. We are in our comfort zone and know exactly if this person is energetically in tune with us or not.
But, what if the guy has a nervous twitch or looks at every woman's ass that walks by, or what if the woman has an obnoxious high-pitched laugh? That nebulous zone never factored these types of things in to the quotient.
The solution to this is to have a web cam. You can see how the person responds to your words, see their facial movements, see their body, how they look when you make them smile, hell you can even see their pets, kids, and whatever else they care to show you.
You can't, however, see how they react to the world around them, or know how friendly they are to senior citizens, or whether or not they have money in the bank, but if you are wondering if you are at least physically attracted to this person, the cam will show you a heck of a lot.
I think we create in our nebulous zone, how we want the person to be. When the other person doesn't meet that expectation, we tend to then say, "they weren't for REAL." I am thinking that we create this person, as we want to see them to make it OK in our mind to meet them.
But when they aren't THAT way really, aren't WE ourselves to blame for making up this super being?? How many times have you said, "This is absolutely CRAZY!!?? I think I am madly in love and we haven't even met!!" What we are "in love" with is the IDEA of this person being everything we have made them out to be which is of course, our perfect mate!!!
Is saying the person really wasn't as they alluded to be, perhaps a "self imposed" mistake or lack of awareness? Could it be that we are eluding ourselves? If we can realize that we have done all we can in a limited venue to find someone who for all intents and purposes matches our criteria for romance, BUT that the hold out is the actual face-to-face meeting as the be all and end all of ascertaining REAL attraction, I think there would be a whole lot less disappointment, and a lot more success stories.
Expectations are SELF IMPOSED and we ourselves need to be accountable for this. If the other person does NOT meet our expectations, it might just be that we built up a persona to suit our fantasy, and perhaps WE indeed, haven't been realistic.
The other thing that we run into a lot, unfortunately, are the liars and deceivers who get their rocks off by hurting others or just seeing how well they can bullshit their way into getting a date.
That is where experience at meeting comes in handy. There are a lot of ways to detect these people because they forget from one day to the next what lies they told and stories aren't consistent.
I avoid these like the plague but even an experienced bullshit detector like myself can still be fooled on occasion. BUT, I still prefer this venue for meeting potential dates over all others and have learned that the bottom line is to keep a very open mind, realizing that I am probably grandiosizing a wee bit because I so earnestly want to meet people with whom I can relate to and be myself with and I truly believe that with the masses at my fingertips, I have much higher odds of being successful.
There is a magical dynamic that happens online that is not found in any other venue and I sincerely believe it CAN be translated into real time, with caution, awareness, and the ability to make the smooth transition from that nebulous zone to REAL time, and allow yourself the grace to let chemistry and face-to-face attraction be the deciding factor. Limit your fantasies and know that they are the fuel, but they are not the REAL fire!!!
It's Party Time!
Group swingers get ready
Hose off the patio or deck, set up the Hawaiian torches, clean up the barbecue and stock up on food and drink. Winter’s history and it’s time for a serious swing-party! Good plan and it makes you want to get down big-time!
Some of our readers are experienced in hosting a swing-party. However many are not and they are the target audience for this article. Those of you who’ve 'been there, done that' might learn something new.
Loren (my wife) and I have done articles on swinging, but geared to intimate sessions with just two couples. The focus of this discussion is on a much bigger event. We’ve been there, done that, and our experience can help you plan and enjoy a great swing-party at your house.
Yes, folks, it takes advanced planning and a real desire to pull it off. Good. Loren’s here and she can give us a lot of great information. You should see the sexy outfit she’s wearing.
LOREN: “Just for you, Dear. What did I miss?”
TANNER: "Nothing, we’re into planning a great swing-party and understanding what it takes to make it happen."
LOREN: “Okay, let’s look at few small things not-to-do.”
TANNER: "Ordering three kegs of beer before the RSVPs come in would be one of those."
LOREN: “We’ve been that stupid.”
TANNER: "My point exactly. We also wound up with a week’s worth of finger-food stuffed in the fridge."
LOREN: “Regarding the matter of alcohol … be advised: if you provide booze, beer or wine you cannot charge for it, it must be free. The cops can get you for selling alcohol without a license.”
TANNER: "There’s the key; you charge a reasonable fee per couple to cover your expenses (not to include alcohol). Guests bring their own booze. An acceptable fee is about $30.00 per couple, $15.00 for singles. Loren will get more into that aspect later."
LOREN: “Right, I will, but a word about singles should be covered here. Think about it … if you allow single men to attend your party they can and will out number your other guests. Allowing single females seems hot, but it usually backfires.”
TANNER: "That applies to private, home-parties. The commercial Swing-Clubs are another story and we’re not addressing those here. Why do single females cause a problem at a private swing-party?"
LOREN: “It all depends on the attitude of the other females who come to the party with male partners.”
TANNER: "Are we talking jealous here?"
LOREN: “Yes, but it’s basic really. The couple, especially, if married, has been together for a while. They have a rhythm, a feel for each other. Swinging with another couple isn’t a problem. Introduce a slinky, sexy single-female and sparks may fly.”
TANNER: "That can kill a swing-party real quick. Okay, single men at the party, what’s your take on that?"
LOREN: “It’s a little different animal. Every time we’ve placed an ad to have a swing-party and clearly stated NO SINGLE MEN! We’ve been overwhelmed with single men wanting to attend the party – can’t they read?” Loren shakes her head.
TANNER: "That pisses you off, please be specific."
LOREN: “The mail from the dudes who can’t understand, NO SINGLE MEN! Seems to indicate they’re above the rule, they’re something special! They offer security service, a fantastic addition to a threesome. They fail at both offers and if you allow single men to your private swing-party prepare for trouble.”
TANNER: Okay, the idea here is to have a nice swing-party in a private home and have it be successful and pleasant for all involved. There are guidelines that work and rules to make the party flow smoothly. Let’s sidestep for a moment and cover a couple of, what I would call professionally organized, private, swing-parties."
LOREN: “You’re meaning California and Texas?”
TANNER: "You got it … lay it out for us."
LOREN: “I’ll start with California, but remember your party doesn’t have to be on such a level.”
TANNER: "The difference is obvious."
LOREN: “This is in the area of the top-ten swingers-parties. The setting is a sprawling ranch complex about twenty-five miles east of San Diego, California. Weekend swing-parties there are well known in adult circles and you have to be in those circles to be invited. It’s couples only and the fee is $500.00. That charge covers all accommodations, food and drink for the entire weekend. You have access to a pool, sauna, and complete bar and catered food service for the weekend. All booze is provided upon request. That was the downfall of the great swingers weekend. The local law couldn’t get the operators on anything else but selling booze without a license!”
TANNER: And they shut them down.
LOREN: “Fast – and the law gained nothing – fines all around and not squat more!”
TANNER: Tell us about Texas.
LOREN: “Sorry … I just can’t stand the bullshit that headline-seeking politicians try to dump on us every day."
TANNER: "Texas, Loren, what can we learn from there?"
LOREN: “We spent three years there and learned a great deal. I mean Dallas specifically.”
TANNER: "It was great!"
LOREN: “A friend of ours has established a rock-solid swinger’s club in his own home. It’s high-end, organized and very successful. Get this – the charge per couple is $35.00 and they bring their own booze. There’s a special singles-night for men and women, usually in the middle of the week. These folks pay half price, bring their own booze and mix together as they will.”
TANNER: "Okay, back to reality. What about the novice couple who would like to get a swinger’s party going?"
LOREN: “Usually a couple has done some swinging or has attended a swing-club. You should have a good idea about swinging before you decide to open your home to several couples you don’t know.”
TANNER: "What’s a good way to get educated in the art of swinging?"
LOREN: “Go to an adult club that’s well known and observe. If you feel the urge, get involved. Another way is to get involved with a foursome and see how it goes.”
TANNER: "I think you’d know if it’s your thing right away."
LOREN: “Exactly. You’ve heard the phrase; ninety percent of sex is in the mind.”
TANNER: "I thought that applied to men."
LOREN: “It does, dear. However, some couples get a hot idea in their heads because they’ve seen pictures or videos of group sex and or swing-parties. They fantasize about it and build it up in their mind. Sometimes fantasy should be left at just that.”
TANNER: "You’re scaring the readers."
LOREN: “I think I’m offering a fair warning. Give the idea some serious thought before you jump in with both feet.”
TANNER: "Sounds kinky."
LOREN: “You’re impossible. What I’m saying is; look at the whole picture. Do you really want six-to-ten couples drinking, smoking, eating and having sex all over your house?”
TANNER: "Rules, love … you have to have a set of rules everyone understands before they come to the front door."
LOREN: “Excellent point and it’s really necessary if you want to have a great party.”
TANNER: "Tell us from your experience."
LOREN: “Gladly. Once you’ve decided on having a swing-party, start promoting it at least a month in advance and avoid Friday night.”
TANNER: "What’s wrong with Friday night?"
LOREN: “Nothing, I love it, but most couples have worked all day, it’s already six o’clock, they need some time to wind down. Considering an 8:00 or 9:00 PM party twenty or more miles away can take the spark out of it.”
TANNER: "So Friday night is out?"
LOREN: “Not altogether, but our experience indicates less response for a Friday night swing-party. In fact, the clubs we’ve attended have cut prices and allowed singles on Friday nights just to get more people in.”
TANNER: "Two of them have stopped operating on Friday nights."
LOREN: “There it is, apply the facts to your own party plans. Don’t try for a Friday night bash, make it Saturday. And, unless you’re really established as a great swinger’s host, don’t even consider week-night parties … they fail every time.”
TANNER: "What about the other rules? We’re running out of space here."
LOREN: “Decide if you’ll allow smoking, if not, make that clear. If cameras are going to be allowed, make sure you say so up front. Many swingers don’t want pictures or video and they will not attend your party. If you do allow photos or video, respect the wishes of those who decline.”
TANNER: "What else? We need to move on."
LOREN: “Don’t allow drunkenness, fighting, arguments, or forced activity of any kind – NO IS NO! That must be respected. Over book – right, just like the airlines.”
TANNER: "We learned that the hard way."
LOREN: “We did indeed. Post your party message in as many personal ad places as you can. Be specific on how many couples you want to attend. Ask for an E-mail so you can send more information. Your response is where you lay out the rules, the date and time of the event and any theme you might have in mind. This is where you request an RSVP and a MUST phone call (give your phone number in an E-mail only) NOT in the ad you place. If fifteen couples respond and you can handle only ten – let it go; you’ll only get about five couples to actually call you to get directions and two of those won’t make it. That’s how it is, people go on and on about being swingers, but when you get to the bottom line, they’re full of beans!”
TANNER: "We’re being up front here because we’ve 'been there, done that'. We don’t mean to put a wet blanket over your swing-party, just understand what you hope to undertake. As Loren suggested, themes work, we know that first hand."
LOREN: “Holiday themes are obvious, make costumes optional (some people won’t go to the trouble). For a non-holiday bash come up with something kinky and plan on decorating to reflect the theme.”
TANNER: "Sweetheart, we have to wrap."
LOREN: “I suggest a month of posting ads before the event. Post to as many personal ad sites as you can. We know Sexy ADS works. We hosted a fantastic swinger’s-party last October with a Halloween theme. We followed that with a Thanksgiving theme and both were a great success.”
TANNER: "The Halloween party was a major blast. However, the Thanksgiving theme proved to be an absolute turkey fest."
LOREN: “Funny. There’s a lot more to show and tell in regard to swing-parties. Plan your party with care and attention to details.”
TANNER: "Thanks, Loren. I'm sure our readers will be much better prepared now that we have had this little chat."
Take care,
Brandon Tanner
Group swingers get ready
Hose off the patio or deck, set up the Hawaiian torches, clean up the barbecue and stock up on food and drink. Winter’s history and it’s time for a serious swing-party! Good plan and it makes you want to get down big-time!
Some of our readers are experienced in hosting a swing-party. However many are not and they are the target audience for this article. Those of you who’ve 'been there, done that' might learn something new.
Loren (my wife) and I have done articles on swinging, but geared to intimate sessions with just two couples. The focus of this discussion is on a much bigger event. We’ve been there, done that, and our experience can help you plan and enjoy a great swing-party at your house.
Yes, folks, it takes advanced planning and a real desire to pull it off. Good. Loren’s here and she can give us a lot of great information. You should see the sexy outfit she’s wearing.
LOREN: “Just for you, Dear. What did I miss?”
TANNER: "Nothing, we’re into planning a great swing-party and understanding what it takes to make it happen."
LOREN: “Okay, let’s look at few small things not-to-do.”
TANNER: "Ordering three kegs of beer before the RSVPs come in would be one of those."
LOREN: “We’ve been that stupid.”
TANNER: "My point exactly. We also wound up with a week’s worth of finger-food stuffed in the fridge."
LOREN: “Regarding the matter of alcohol … be advised: if you provide booze, beer or wine you cannot charge for it, it must be free. The cops can get you for selling alcohol without a license.”
TANNER: "There’s the key; you charge a reasonable fee per couple to cover your expenses (not to include alcohol). Guests bring their own booze. An acceptable fee is about $30.00 per couple, $15.00 for singles. Loren will get more into that aspect later."
LOREN: “Right, I will, but a word about singles should be covered here. Think about it … if you allow single men to attend your party they can and will out number your other guests. Allowing single females seems hot, but it usually backfires.”
TANNER: "That applies to private, home-parties. The commercial Swing-Clubs are another story and we’re not addressing those here. Why do single females cause a problem at a private swing-party?"
LOREN: “It all depends on the attitude of the other females who come to the party with male partners.”
TANNER: "Are we talking jealous here?"
LOREN: “Yes, but it’s basic really. The couple, especially, if married, has been together for a while. They have a rhythm, a feel for each other. Swinging with another couple isn’t a problem. Introduce a slinky, sexy single-female and sparks may fly.”
TANNER: "That can kill a swing-party real quick. Okay, single men at the party, what’s your take on that?"
LOREN: “It’s a little different animal. Every time we’ve placed an ad to have a swing-party and clearly stated NO SINGLE MEN! We’ve been overwhelmed with single men wanting to attend the party – can’t they read?” Loren shakes her head.
TANNER: "That pisses you off, please be specific."
LOREN: “The mail from the dudes who can’t understand, NO SINGLE MEN! Seems to indicate they’re above the rule, they’re something special! They offer security service, a fantastic addition to a threesome. They fail at both offers and if you allow single men to your private swing-party prepare for trouble.”
TANNER: Okay, the idea here is to have a nice swing-party in a private home and have it be successful and pleasant for all involved. There are guidelines that work and rules to make the party flow smoothly. Let’s sidestep for a moment and cover a couple of, what I would call professionally organized, private, swing-parties."
LOREN: “You’re meaning California and Texas?”
TANNER: "You got it … lay it out for us."
LOREN: “I’ll start with California, but remember your party doesn’t have to be on such a level.”
TANNER: "The difference is obvious."
LOREN: “This is in the area of the top-ten swingers-parties. The setting is a sprawling ranch complex about twenty-five miles east of San Diego, California. Weekend swing-parties there are well known in adult circles and you have to be in those circles to be invited. It’s couples only and the fee is $500.00. That charge covers all accommodations, food and drink for the entire weekend. You have access to a pool, sauna, and complete bar and catered food service for the weekend. All booze is provided upon request. That was the downfall of the great swingers weekend. The local law couldn’t get the operators on anything else but selling booze without a license!”
TANNER: And they shut them down.
LOREN: “Fast – and the law gained nothing – fines all around and not squat more!”
TANNER: Tell us about Texas.
LOREN: “Sorry … I just can’t stand the bullshit that headline-seeking politicians try to dump on us every day."
TANNER: "Texas, Loren, what can we learn from there?"
LOREN: “We spent three years there and learned a great deal. I mean Dallas specifically.”
TANNER: "It was great!"
LOREN: “A friend of ours has established a rock-solid swinger’s club in his own home. It’s high-end, organized and very successful. Get this – the charge per couple is $35.00 and they bring their own booze. There’s a special singles-night for men and women, usually in the middle of the week. These folks pay half price, bring their own booze and mix together as they will.”
TANNER: "Okay, back to reality. What about the novice couple who would like to get a swinger’s party going?"
LOREN: “Usually a couple has done some swinging or has attended a swing-club. You should have a good idea about swinging before you decide to open your home to several couples you don’t know.”
TANNER: "What’s a good way to get educated in the art of swinging?"
LOREN: “Go to an adult club that’s well known and observe. If you feel the urge, get involved. Another way is to get involved with a foursome and see how it goes.”
TANNER: "I think you’d know if it’s your thing right away."
LOREN: “Exactly. You’ve heard the phrase; ninety percent of sex is in the mind.”
TANNER: "I thought that applied to men."
LOREN: “It does, dear. However, some couples get a hot idea in their heads because they’ve seen pictures or videos of group sex and or swing-parties. They fantasize about it and build it up in their mind. Sometimes fantasy should be left at just that.”
TANNER: "You’re scaring the readers."
LOREN: “I think I’m offering a fair warning. Give the idea some serious thought before you jump in with both feet.”
TANNER: "Sounds kinky."
LOREN: “You’re impossible. What I’m saying is; look at the whole picture. Do you really want six-to-ten couples drinking, smoking, eating and having sex all over your house?”
TANNER: "Rules, love … you have to have a set of rules everyone understands before they come to the front door."
LOREN: “Excellent point and it’s really necessary if you want to have a great party.”
TANNER: "Tell us from your experience."
LOREN: “Gladly. Once you’ve decided on having a swing-party, start promoting it at least a month in advance and avoid Friday night.”
TANNER: "What’s wrong with Friday night?"
LOREN: “Nothing, I love it, but most couples have worked all day, it’s already six o’clock, they need some time to wind down. Considering an 8:00 or 9:00 PM party twenty or more miles away can take the spark out of it.”
TANNER: "So Friday night is out?"
LOREN: “Not altogether, but our experience indicates less response for a Friday night swing-party. In fact, the clubs we’ve attended have cut prices and allowed singles on Friday nights just to get more people in.”
TANNER: "Two of them have stopped operating on Friday nights."
LOREN: “There it is, apply the facts to your own party plans. Don’t try for a Friday night bash, make it Saturday. And, unless you’re really established as a great swinger’s host, don’t even consider week-night parties … they fail every time.”
TANNER: "What about the other rules? We’re running out of space here."
LOREN: “Decide if you’ll allow smoking, if not, make that clear. If cameras are going to be allowed, make sure you say so up front. Many swingers don’t want pictures or video and they will not attend your party. If you do allow photos or video, respect the wishes of those who decline.”
TANNER: "What else? We need to move on."
LOREN: “Don’t allow drunkenness, fighting, arguments, or forced activity of any kind – NO IS NO! That must be respected. Over book – right, just like the airlines.”
TANNER: "We learned that the hard way."
LOREN: “We did indeed. Post your party message in as many personal ad places as you can. Be specific on how many couples you want to attend. Ask for an E-mail so you can send more information. Your response is where you lay out the rules, the date and time of the event and any theme you might have in mind. This is where you request an RSVP and a MUST phone call (give your phone number in an E-mail only) NOT in the ad you place. If fifteen couples respond and you can handle only ten – let it go; you’ll only get about five couples to actually call you to get directions and two of those won’t make it. That’s how it is, people go on and on about being swingers, but when you get to the bottom line, they’re full of beans!”
TANNER: "We’re being up front here because we’ve 'been there, done that'. We don’t mean to put a wet blanket over your swing-party, just understand what you hope to undertake. As Loren suggested, themes work, we know that first hand."
LOREN: “Holiday themes are obvious, make costumes optional (some people won’t go to the trouble). For a non-holiday bash come up with something kinky and plan on decorating to reflect the theme.”
TANNER: "Sweetheart, we have to wrap."
LOREN: “I suggest a month of posting ads before the event. Post to as many personal ad sites as you can. We know Sexy ADS works. We hosted a fantastic swinger’s-party last October with a Halloween theme. We followed that with a Thanksgiving theme and both were a great success.”
TANNER: "The Halloween party was a major blast. However, the Thanksgiving theme proved to be an absolute turkey fest."
LOREN: “Funny. There’s a lot more to show and tell in regard to swing-parties. Plan your party with care and attention to details.”
TANNER: "Thanks, Loren. I'm sure our readers will be much better prepared now that we have had this little chat."
Take care,
Brandon Tanner
Learning Curves
"Broad-minded."
Interesting term, isn't it? For some it means "intellectually curious". For others it means "sexually adventurous".
Me? I see it in both senses, which I think is the wisest option. I'll tell you why...
Many years ago, I was in my first year at uni. Curious about the human condition, I took subjects like anthropology and philosophy. I was academically bright but socially clueless.
Needless to say I was still a virgin, a situation I was desperate to remedy as soon as possible.
One night I attended a party held by a post-graduate engineer –- a huge bear of a man whose name was Phil. On meeting me, Phil shoved a can of beer into my hand and barked, "Get that into ya, mate!"
I sipped my beer, overawed by the many older blokes guzzling theirs at twice the rate. The women were few and far between. But there was one who caught my eye. She was a voluptuous brunette in a hot pink dress. When I looked at her she flashed me a big grin. I blushed and looked away.
A few minutes later, I saw Phil talking to her. She looked at me and whispered something in his ear. He walked over to me and said, "Meet Chantelle, mate. She likes you. And she's really broad-minded."
I looked at the sexy young woman. "Broad-minded, eh? She doesn't seem like an intellectual," I thought. "Still, appearances can be deceiving."
I approached her nervously. "So, er, Phil tells me you're broad-minded."
She smiled wickedly. "Yep. Consider anything. That's my philosophy."
Philosophy! Something I knew a bit about.
Attempting to impress her with my limited knowledge of Jean-Paul Sartre and his fellow existentialists I said, "So, philosophically speaking, what do you think of the French."
She licked her lips. "I love French."
Trying to seem knowledgeable I said, "Really? I find it vaguely interesting, but not stimulating."
She was disappointed. "You don't like French?"
"Not really."
"Bummer. What about fellatio?"
I'd never heard that word before. I assumed he was some obscure Italian philosopher. I paused, as if to consider his life's work. "No, fellatio is over-rated. Leaves me limp, actually."
"You have strange tastes."
Keen to keep her flagging interest in me, I remembered Plato and Socrates. "What about the Greeks?" I blurted. "You like Greek?"
She winced. "Tried it once but it was really painful."
"Can be heavy going," I concurred. "But once you loosen up it's okay. Then you just go for it!"
She shook her head in disgust and walked away.
Baffled, I told Phil about our strange conversation. He solved the problem instantly and explained the misunderstanding.
"So, broad-minded means sexually adventurous?" I asked, just to be sure.
"Yep."
"Okay. Got it!"
Having ascertained that I was a virgin, he said, "There's someone else you should meet." He led me into the kitchen. In the corner stood a young bespectacled women, flicking through a leather-bound tome.
"That's Sally," said Phil. "More your type. She's brilliant; doing a doctorate in comparative religion."
My mind ticked over: If broad-minded meant adventurous, then Phil's description implied she was just screaming for it! Believing physical intimacy was minutes away, I walked up and said, "So, wanna root?"
Ironically she got physically intimate with me instantly. Well, her foot did anyway...
I really sympathised with Chantelle, because I finally understood how painful "Greek" could be! And, during my long stay in hospital recovering from the operation to remove Sally's shoe from my rectum, I became very philosophical indeed.
Thanks to that experience, I can now say with confidence that I am truly broad-minded.
"Broad-minded."
Interesting term, isn't it? For some it means "intellectually curious". For others it means "sexually adventurous".
Me? I see it in both senses, which I think is the wisest option. I'll tell you why...
Many years ago, I was in my first year at uni. Curious about the human condition, I took subjects like anthropology and philosophy. I was academically bright but socially clueless.
Needless to say I was still a virgin, a situation I was desperate to remedy as soon as possible.
One night I attended a party held by a post-graduate engineer –- a huge bear of a man whose name was Phil. On meeting me, Phil shoved a can of beer into my hand and barked, "Get that into ya, mate!"
I sipped my beer, overawed by the many older blokes guzzling theirs at twice the rate. The women were few and far between. But there was one who caught my eye. She was a voluptuous brunette in a hot pink dress. When I looked at her she flashed me a big grin. I blushed and looked away.
A few minutes later, I saw Phil talking to her. She looked at me and whispered something in his ear. He walked over to me and said, "Meet Chantelle, mate. She likes you. And she's really broad-minded."
I looked at the sexy young woman. "Broad-minded, eh? She doesn't seem like an intellectual," I thought. "Still, appearances can be deceiving."
I approached her nervously. "So, er, Phil tells me you're broad-minded."
She smiled wickedly. "Yep. Consider anything. That's my philosophy."
Philosophy! Something I knew a bit about.
Attempting to impress her with my limited knowledge of Jean-Paul Sartre and his fellow existentialists I said, "So, philosophically speaking, what do you think of the French."
She licked her lips. "I love French."
Trying to seem knowledgeable I said, "Really? I find it vaguely interesting, but not stimulating."
She was disappointed. "You don't like French?"
"Not really."
"Bummer. What about fellatio?"
I'd never heard that word before. I assumed he was some obscure Italian philosopher. I paused, as if to consider his life's work. "No, fellatio is over-rated. Leaves me limp, actually."
"You have strange tastes."
Keen to keep her flagging interest in me, I remembered Plato and Socrates. "What about the Greeks?" I blurted. "You like Greek?"
She winced. "Tried it once but it was really painful."
"Can be heavy going," I concurred. "But once you loosen up it's okay. Then you just go for it!"
She shook her head in disgust and walked away.
Baffled, I told Phil about our strange conversation. He solved the problem instantly and explained the misunderstanding.
"So, broad-minded means sexually adventurous?" I asked, just to be sure.
"Yep."
"Okay. Got it!"
Having ascertained that I was a virgin, he said, "There's someone else you should meet." He led me into the kitchen. In the corner stood a young bespectacled women, flicking through a leather-bound tome.
"That's Sally," said Phil. "More your type. She's brilliant; doing a doctorate in comparative religion."
My mind ticked over: If broad-minded meant adventurous, then Phil's description implied she was just screaming for it! Believing physical intimacy was minutes away, I walked up and said, "So, wanna root?"
Ironically she got physically intimate with me instantly. Well, her foot did anyway...
I really sympathised with Chantelle, because I finally understood how painful "Greek" could be! And, during my long stay in hospital recovering from the operation to remove Sally's shoe from my rectum, I became very philosophical indeed.
Thanks to that experience, I can now say with confidence that I am truly broad-minded.
So, you're new to chat!
Hi, I’m Pixie and you will find me in chat at some stage on most days – I’m a chat-a-holic!
As a long time chatter at SexyAds, I have often been asked questions by new members on how to use the Java (Browser based) chat. So I've decided it is time to put it all here for you. Not that I mind answering questions in chat, but if you have the information first, your chat time will be less frustrating and you can get right down to the business of meeting that special person and having fun.
So let’s go….
Q. Can you whisper/IM/pc/pm in here?
A. Yes, you can have a private chat (one on one). To do so, just double click on the name you wish to chat with from the chatters list on the right hand side of the screen. There is no rule in SexyAds that you must ask permission first, but it's best to do so as some of the ladies just won’t answer unless you do. Keeps you in the good books right from the start!
Q. Are there any other rooms here?
A. Yes there are. You can either type in /list or simply click the “rooms” button up the top of your screen, then double click on the room you want to go to. Alternatively, if you know the name of the room you want, put in /join #bedroom (or what ever the room name is).
Q. How do I look up profiles while in chat?
A. At the top of your screen there is a button marked “embed”. This shows that your chat window is “floating” i.e. detached from your main browser window, so you are free to do what ever you want on the windows behind the chat window without losing the chat screen. Immediately behind your chat window is the initial chat window – a predominately white screen with SexyAds in red at the top – just minimize that window and hey presto, behind that there is the window where you first came into chat. On the left hand side there is a blue menu. From that menu select “Find” and put in the nick of the profile you want to look up. When you want to return to chat, just click on the room name from your task bar and the chat window will pop up.
Q. Can I be in more than one room at a time?
A. Yes, you can. By clicking on “rooms” and then double clicking on the room you want, you will be opening a second or even third room. You will find a button for each of them will appear on your task bar and by clicking on the one you want you can jump between rooms.
Q. How do I change colors?
A. On the left hand side at the bottom of your screen is the color palette, together with boxes for B (bold), R (reverse), U (underline) and N (normal). A single click on these will give you a variety of colors and types.
Q. I can’t see my private messages in a separate window, they come up only in the main screen. Can everyone see them there? How do I get a separate window?
A. Click on the “session” button at the top and check the box that says “show private message window”.
Hope this helps you to feel more confident in chat and if you have any further questions, there is always a regular member in there who will help you.
Have fun!
Adult Chat
Hi, I’m Pixie and you will find me in chat at some stage on most days – I’m a chat-a-holic!
As a long time chatter at SexyAds, I have often been asked questions by new members on how to use the Java (Browser based) chat. So I've decided it is time to put it all here for you. Not that I mind answering questions in chat, but if you have the information first, your chat time will be less frustrating and you can get right down to the business of meeting that special person and having fun.
So let’s go….
Q. Can you whisper/IM/pc/pm in here?
A. Yes, you can have a private chat (one on one). To do so, just double click on the name you wish to chat with from the chatters list on the right hand side of the screen. There is no rule in SexyAds that you must ask permission first, but it's best to do so as some of the ladies just won’t answer unless you do. Keeps you in the good books right from the start!
Q. Are there any other rooms here?
A. Yes there are. You can either type in /list or simply click the “rooms” button up the top of your screen, then double click on the room you want to go to. Alternatively, if you know the name of the room you want, put in /join #bedroom (or what ever the room name is).
Q. How do I look up profiles while in chat?
A. At the top of your screen there is a button marked “embed”. This shows that your chat window is “floating” i.e. detached from your main browser window, so you are free to do what ever you want on the windows behind the chat window without losing the chat screen. Immediately behind your chat window is the initial chat window – a predominately white screen with SexyAds in red at the top – just minimize that window and hey presto, behind that there is the window where you first came into chat. On the left hand side there is a blue menu. From that menu select “Find” and put in the nick of the profile you want to look up. When you want to return to chat, just click on the room name from your task bar and the chat window will pop up.
Q. Can I be in more than one room at a time?
A. Yes, you can. By clicking on “rooms” and then double clicking on the room you want, you will be opening a second or even third room. You will find a button for each of them will appear on your task bar and by clicking on the one you want you can jump between rooms.
Q. How do I change colors?
A. On the left hand side at the bottom of your screen is the color palette, together with boxes for B (bold), R (reverse), U (underline) and N (normal). A single click on these will give you a variety of colors and types.
Q. I can’t see my private messages in a separate window, they come up only in the main screen. Can everyone see them there? How do I get a separate window?
A. Click on the “session” button at the top and check the box that says “show private message window”.
Hope this helps you to feel more confident in chat and if you have any further questions, there is always a regular member in there who will help you.
Have fun!
Adult Chat
Giving The Ultimate Blow Job!
One of the most honoring and sexy ways a man can be pleasured is when a woman adores his cock. I think a cock represents about 80% of his ego, so if you want to make your man smile from his soul; you need to completely and thoroughly ADORE his cock. One of the BEST ways to do this is to suck it for him. And I don't mean just lightly lick it, I mean take it in your hand, devour it, lick it hard, suck it hard and feel it down your throat.
First of all, men know if you like doing this or not, just by how you go about it. If you don't like it, he will know because the enthusiasm is not there. Be PASSIONATE about giving head. Go for the gusto and it will turn him on so incredibly that he will say "I had the BEST blowjob today," and he will remember it for many hours of masturbation later.
A woman in charge of the blowjob and who wants to seriously give her man pleasure is in control of him in this moment. Make sure he knows YOU are sucking him; he is NOT fucking your face! One thing I always tell the man is not to put his hand on my head. I don't need any help pushing my head down. God I just HATE that!!!
Here are some tips (hee hee, pun intended) for truly making love to your partners penis:
1) Grab his cock hard and suck it hard. Let him tell you if it's too hard. Don't be afraid you will hurt him. Have you ever seen a man jack off??? You think he's going to seriously hurt himself. LOL. He yanks that thing and pulls it so hard, you think he is going to pull it off!!!
2) Make noises like "mmmmm" or moan when you take it into your mouth. He will feel like he is a yummy lollipop as you slurp his love muscle. He is thinking to himself, "Oh she just loves my cock," and this excites him unbelievably. Remember,
you are sucking his EGO.
3) Get it WET. Most men LOVE sloppy slurpy juicy blowjobs. The saliva heats up with friction and is a real turn on for the man.
4) Stroke his balls, but do this carefully. I love men who shave down there because the softness of their skin is such a turn on to me. Also, licking is more fun and sucking balls that are shaved is HOT!!
5) Create a good suction and pop his cock in and out of your mouth. On circumcised men (more common in America than anywhere in the world) the lip of the helmet is sensitive and some men just go wild when you flip this lip as if you could tip it off his shaft. This is a technique that many don't know about, but it drives men nuts. The part that is most sensitive is the part underneath where the shaft meets the head and causes a valley up the head to the pee hole. Flick this spot in an upward motion with your rigid tongue and cup the rest of the head with your mouth and lips, sucking at the same time. Then plunge his cock down your throat while tonguing his shaft
wildly, creating suction as if it is stuck to the roof of your mouth. Any time you can suck then tongue then suck, you can get incredible results and moans from your man. (They are usually looking up at the heavens by this time)
6) Let him watch as you master his cock (ego). If you are lying on the bed between his legs, or if he is standing looking down, he is intently watching you. Use one hand to stroke his tummy, balls, up and down his legs, thighs, nipples, and hold his cock with the other hand so you can guide it carefully away from your back teeth. Guys, who pull your hand away, sometimes regret it because they don't realize you are keeping his precious head from those sharp grinders in the back of your mouth. If they've pulled your hand away though, it might be an indication that you were squeezing too hard, or that he wants you to take his cock deeper into your mouth, especially if he is small (4" or less) and your hand takes up most of the length of the shaft. Going all the way down is incredibly pleasurable for the man to see his cock disappear (as if down your throat).
7) One time I was with some bi men and was watching how they sucked each other, and one technique I had never tried is to start at the tip and spiral down to the bottom of the shaft. Twist your head and mouth as you go down. Apparently this feels great for the man. Go all the way down. If he is too long for you to do this, go as far as you are comfortable with going. The gag reflex kicks in when you go too far but you can
circumvent that reflex with practice in opening up your lower throat. I love to be able to get ten inches down my throat. Who doesn't??? (We know where it eventually ends up don't we?? Hee hee hee).
8) Suck his balls. Men don't usually get a lot of attention to their balls because most women think they'll hurt them. But if you gently stroke them and suck them by taking one into your mouth at a time, tonguing it then moving to the other one, you will see how much enjoyment is derived from this attention. Then use your tongue horizontally up the vein of the cock and feel him gasp when you again, suck the head into your mouth.
9)Don't forget to use your tongue a lot. The flicking and wagging of your tongue using good pressure is very pleasurable. Try twirling it around the head one way, than the
other way. Again, this will bring gasps and moans.
10) I recently discovered how much fun playing with an uncircumcised cock is. All that skin is fun to suck on and lightly chew on. Most men who are uncut are extremely sensitive when you expose his penis by pushing the skin all the way down and holding it down to suck him (but be careful here as some can find this painful). You have to ask the man which he prefers. Exposed or unexposed. And leaving the skin up makes it a little difficult to create and maintain a good suction, but it is much easier doing the up and down motion with gliding smoothness. Sometimes I try to leave the skin up and stick my tongue between the outer skin and see how far down I can slide my tongue in before the skin folds back with my motion. Pressure is important too. Squeezing with your lips as you move up and down is VERY important. Consistent pressure evenly squeezing with a hand and lips is usually what makes him cum.
11) Another little trick that makes my men gasp with pleasure is when I use my teeth ever so gently on the cap of the penis. Be sure there is a lot of saliva for gliding your teeth on. I start out by having my teeth clenched together at the tip of the penis. Then as I glide down the cap I slowly open my jaws. My lips are closed around the shaft as my head moves downward. Then I flick my tongue as my teeth give way and cause a suction with it. This sensation seems to bring a new experience to each recipient and usually elicits some comment like. "My God, where did you learn that??"
12) And last but not least, swallowing cum. I have asked men which they prefer. A woman swallowing his cum or him jacking off in the last seconds before he cums, onto her breasts, ass or whatever. Many men grew up watching porn and in all porn, pulling out of the mouth and other orifices is the norm, so the viewer can see the glorious "cum shot." As a result, many men associate an awesome orgasm with pulling out and cumming on her breasts, face, tummy or ass as he strokes. It is a turn on to see the fruits of your labor for sure, or feel the warm love juice on your breasts. And it's especially nice when the man then goes and gets a warm washcloth, and cleans you up after that. That is a return compliment. But most will say they want you to swallow. Of the top 5 questions MOST asked by guys online, "Do you swallow?" is one of the most asked questions. This is because if you remember in the beginning, my first point was; a man's ego lives in his penis. If
you swallow his ambrosia, his EGO is given the ULTIMATE compliment.
After he cums in your mouth, slowly pull away and leave the penis alone now. It is painfully sensitive and can't bare any more attention for a few minutes. A nice warm washcloth placed on his shaft and scrotum feel lovely to him as well, while he is resting and recuperating.
You are now equipped with some knowledge of how to pleasure your partner in ways he might not be familiar. Listen to the noises he makes and be acutely aware of what makes him happy. If you want to make him cum as opposed to just warming him up for hours of pleasure, just remember these 5 things: Patience plus passion plus proper pressure plus variety of moves plus swallowing his cum is going to get your
man to tell you that you give the ULTIMATE blow-job.
by WiseWoman
One of the most honoring and sexy ways a man can be pleasured is when a woman adores his cock. I think a cock represents about 80% of his ego
First of all, men know if you like doing this or not, just by how you go about it. If you don't like it, he will know because the enthusiasm is not there. Be PASSIONATE about giving head. Go for the gusto and it will turn him on so incredibly that he will say "I had the BEST blowjob today," and he will remember it for many hours of masturbation later.
A woman in charge of the blowjob and who wants to seriously give her man pleasure is in control of him in this moment. Make sure he knows YOU are sucking him; he is NOT fucking your face! One thing I always tell the man is not to put his hand on my head. I don't need any help pushing my head down. God I just HATE that!!!
Here are some tips (hee hee, pun intended) for truly making love to your partners penis:
1) Grab his cock hard and suck it hard. Let him tell you if it's too hard. Don't be afraid you will hurt him. Have you ever seen a man jack off??? You think he's going to seriously hurt himself. LOL. He yanks that thing and pulls it so hard, you think he is going to pull it off!!!
2) Make noises like "mmmmm" or moan when you take it into your mouth. He will feel like he is a yummy lollipop as you slurp his love muscle. He is thinking to himself, "Oh she just loves my cock," and this excites him unbelievably. Remember,
you are sucking his EGO.
3) Get it WET. Most men LOVE sloppy slurpy juicy blowjobs. The saliva heats up with friction and is a real turn on for the man.
4) Stroke his balls, but do this carefully. I love men who shave down there because the softness of their skin is such a turn on to me. Also, licking is more fun and sucking balls that are shaved is HOT!!
5) Create a good suction and pop his cock in and out of your mouth. On circumcised men (more common in America than anywhere in the world) the lip of the helmet is sensitive and some men just go wild when you flip this lip as if you could tip it off his shaft. This is a technique that many don't know about, but it drives men nuts. The part that is most sensitive is the part underneath where the shaft meets the head and causes a valley up the head to the pee hole. Flick this spot in an upward motion with your rigid tongue and cup the rest of the head with your mouth and lips, sucking at the same time. Then plunge his cock down your throat while tonguing his shaft
wildly, creating suction as if it is stuck to the roof of your mouth. Any time you can suck then tongue then suck, you can get incredible results and moans from your man. (They are usually looking up at the heavens by this time
6) Let him watch as you master his cock (ego). If you are lying on the bed between his legs, or if he is standing looking down, he is intently watching you. Use one hand to stroke his tummy, balls, up and down his legs, thighs, nipples, and hold his cock with the other hand so you can guide it carefully away from your back teeth. Guys, who pull your hand away, sometimes regret it because they don't realize you are keeping his precious head from those sharp grinders in the back of your mouth. If they've pulled your hand away though, it might be an indication that you were squeezing too hard, or that he wants you to take his cock deeper into your mouth, especially if he is small (4" or less) and your hand takes up most of the length of the shaft. Going all the way down is incredibly pleasurable for the man to see his cock disappear (as if down your throat).
7) One time I was with some bi men and was watching how they sucked each other, and one technique I had never tried is to start at the tip and spiral down to the bottom of the shaft. Twist your head and mouth as you go down. Apparently this feels great for the man. Go all the way down. If he is too long for you to do this, go as far as you are comfortable with going. The gag reflex kicks in when you go too far but you can
circumvent that reflex with practice in opening up your lower throat. I love to be able to get ten inches down my throat.
8) Suck his balls. Men don't usually get a lot of attention to their balls because most women think they'll hurt them. But if you gently stroke them and suck them by taking one into your mouth at a time, tonguing it then moving to the other one, you will see how much enjoyment is derived from this attention. Then use your tongue horizontally up the vein of the cock and feel him gasp when you again, suck the head into your mouth.
9)Don't forget to use your tongue a lot. The flicking and wagging of your tongue using good pressure is very pleasurable. Try twirling it around the head one way, than the
other way. Again, this will bring gasps and moans.
10) I recently discovered how much fun playing with an uncircumcised cock is. All that skin is fun to suck on and lightly chew on. Most men who are uncut are extremely sensitive when you expose his penis by pushing the skin all the way down and holding it down to suck him (but be careful here as some can find this painful). You have to ask the man which he prefers. Exposed or unexposed. And leaving the skin up makes it a little difficult to create and maintain a good suction, but it is much easier doing the up and down motion with gliding smoothness. Sometimes I try to leave the skin up and stick my tongue between the outer skin and see how far down I can slide my tongue in before the skin folds back with my motion. Pressure is important too. Squeezing with your lips as you move up and down is VERY important. Consistent pressure evenly squeezing with a hand and lips is usually what makes him cum.
11) Another little trick that makes my men gasp with pleasure is when I use my teeth ever so gently on the cap of the penis. Be sure there is a lot of saliva for gliding your teeth on. I start out by having my teeth clenched together at the tip of the penis. Then as I glide down the cap I slowly open my jaws. My lips are closed around the shaft as my head moves downward. Then I flick my tongue as my teeth give way and cause a suction with it. This sensation seems to bring a new experience to each recipient and usually elicits some comment like. "My God, where did you learn that??"
12) And last but not least, swallowing cum. I have asked men which they prefer. A woman swallowing his cum or him jacking off in the last seconds before he cums, onto her breasts, ass or whatever. Many men grew up watching porn and in all porn, pulling out of the mouth and other orifices is the norm, so the viewer can see the glorious "cum shot." As a result, many men associate an awesome orgasm with pulling out and cumming on her breasts, face, tummy or ass as he strokes. It is a turn on to see the fruits of your labor for sure, or feel the warm love juice on your breasts. And it's especially nice when the man then goes and gets a warm washcloth, and cleans you up after that. That is a return compliment. But most will say they want you to swallow. Of the top 5 questions MOST asked by guys online, "Do you swallow?" is one of the most asked questions. This is because if you remember in the beginning, my first point was; a man's ego lives in his penis. If
you swallow his ambrosia, his EGO is given the ULTIMATE compliment.
After he cums in your mouth, slowly pull away and leave the penis alone now. It is painfully sensitive and can't bare any more attention for a few minutes. A nice warm washcloth placed on his shaft and scrotum feel lovely to him as well, while he is resting and recuperating.
You are now equipped with some knowledge of how to pleasure your partner in ways he might not be familiar. Listen to the noises he makes and be acutely aware of what makes him happy. If you want to make him cum as opposed to just warming him up for hours of pleasure, just remember these 5 things: Patience plus passion plus proper pressure plus variety of moves plus swallowing his cum is going to get your
man to tell you that you give the ULTIMATE blow-job.
by WiseWoman
Thursday, August 18, 2005
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