I love the taste of him, the feel of him swelling and stretching my mouth as I suck, sliding my lips down his shaft to risk gagging as his cockhead enters my throat while my tongue snakes out to lap at his shaven balls. It’s almost unbearable, waiting for his return so I can do it again. God almighty, I miss that man.
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Love this. When he’s atop me, pressing in, his lips grazing my ear, our hands holding tight. It really doesn’t get much better than that, people.
If you never did this, you don’t know what true nasty love feels like.
Now this sounds interesting. Very interesting.
I wonder if he’d swat me longer if I spelled it out for him like this. He gives great swats, but they’re not extended play version, y’know? ;-D
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I slept with him the last two nights, the lovely man whose vacation home is a few doors down from my mum. He was happy to have me share his bed, for it was a lonely place since his wife disdained to join him there, preferring to use the bed in their non-vacation house. He held me close, his warm furry body feeling so very fine. Sometimes he touched me, sometimes he kissed me, sometimes he fucked me, sometimes we simply slept. Every second was sweet. And I wondered if his wife was insane. Surely she must be to pass up the chance to be with this guy.
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Amen, babies. Those are words to live by. ~ Milky
He sent me the link to the shot, email subject line "with you in mind." The notes followed, with more photographs of couples enjoying each other.
Still haven’t cum yet and it’s driving me absolutely insane…
Want to fill your bare cunt up with this huge load that’s been developing inside me…
When he told me he’d had a threesome to celebrate his 60th birthday, I asked if it was a MMF or a MFF. Unsurprisingly, he said he was with two women. I don’t think there’s a bisexual bone in his body. But I’m not entirely sure, y’know? And I’ve dropped a few hints about my interest in strapon play, but it’s been pretty low key. I don’t want to scare the boy off…or worse yet, turn him off. I like him a lot.
Still, there’s this little imp inside me that envisions something like this with him some day. I think it would be freaking awesome to turn the tables on him and give it to him as good as he’s given it to me. He’s a very energetic lover. I no longer have aspirations of wearing him out, because he is ALWAYS ready to go and he lasts forever. If I double teamed him with some other strapon wielding vixen, we might stand a chance.
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Man alive, was I ready for this with him. And I thought he was, too. He certainly led me to believe he wanted it as much as I did. I packed my little carryon bag full of toys and pretty lingerie. And lube. Lots and lots of lube. But he pushed me away pretty early on, and I became sulky, petulant, tearful. I didn’t like myself one little bit when we were together - neither the way I felt inside nor the way I behaved. He did not make me a better person. A frustrated, depressed one, yes. Because he wasn’t even into toyless lovemaking. He shoved me aside when I tried to touch him, to suck him. Maybe it was because he was exhausted and stressed, maybe because he kept thinking of his former lady love, hoping she would magically run away with him if he just remained true to her memory. So now that it appears I am completely in the friend zone, I keep reminding myself of these facts. He is beautiful. but he brings me great unhappiness.
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