Archive for May, 2007

Chocolates and Lovemaking

{ May 30, 2007 @ 11:40 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, monogamy, sexual technique }
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Every time my Wife gives me chocolate (Snickers, Cadbury, Toblerone, Ferrero Rocher, and Hershey’s), it’s already a signal that tonight’s her rodeo day. I haven’t finished munching my peanut filled bar but she’d stuff more into me. True enough, the mood heightens with chocolate, that as soon as my son and daughter were already sound asleep, I was already kissing her and tasting chocolate on her tongue as well.

Her response was hot and sweet, while I gently cupped her Cup C bosom. My Elongator was already rubbing against her thigh, for I did not want to put it in just yet, while my thick leg stimulated her clit, generating and radiating body warmth on my hairy skin.

I sucked hungrily on her tits, light brown against her creamy complexion. All I heard from her was breath hissing as if the lungs were enjoying it too much to make a comprehensible sound.

My usual habit of gradually going down from navel to nest was broken when she painfully positioned me such that both our mouths had organs to orally stimulate, her nails marking my tan skin.

I was on top of her, my Pacifier pointing down on her chocolatey mouth, as I swooped on her rabbit like an eagle from on high. Gee, what pleasure! Pleasure on my mouth, tickling static scalding syrupy pure enjoyment from below. She moaned and sucked in breath in between mouthfuls, as I lost my mind in her depths.

“Ah, babes, gently…
“Oh, babes, that’s it…
“Now, a bit faster…
“Oh yeah, oh oh oh ah ah ah…
“Yes, faster now…
“Oooooooohhhh cooooommminnnnggggg!!!!!”

Jeez, I myself I don’t wanna come yet. I feel pleasure, yes, but my Apollo has evolved to be numb in the come zone. I ONLY SPILL AT WILL.
She pushed my mouth away, but she still munched on my hard flesh for a while, as I feel a tightening that was way too deep, ooh, almost gave in there, control, Tom, control.

She slapped my butt, as signal for the real rodeo. Lately we have been on missionary, so we started on friary now. I sat before her Venus temple and immediately targeted her G-Spot just behind her pubes, feeling the round hot button with my phallus helmet. In minutes she twisted and exclaimed already, for I know where is her “kiliti” or right button to push. Squeezed her boobs while she came, which drove her crazier. I was on my heels as my hips functioned like pile drivers, driving her vice home.

Next I laid on the full length of her body while I still pumped iron into her. With every orgasm her vagina got tighter, hotter, and more delicious to my cock.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, I love you so much, you good fucker!” I was so proud of my technique, for I am the master at this. The draw back is a little memory gap sometimes, from making my head rock too much probably, but that was remedied with a med I’m taking that made me remember eidetically.

Soon she was spasming, for her orgasms with me overlapped like remixed songs. 9 years it was always like this, and I don’t wanna miss or change a thing!

I missed the rear ride, and she gave me a treat with her cute upturned ass. I felt more pleasure last night with that, as I watched my Prong slide in and out while she ooohed aaaahed like a true primadonna.

“Come now in me, please, dammit, come now!”

I held onto her hips as I tried to make a knockout before the bell like Manny Pacquiao in Las Vegas. Zooom! I got slower, and slower, until I finally rested on her back as she giggled like a school girl.

“I love you, babes.
“I love you too.
“Now get off me, you’re breaking my spine.
“Oh, sorry.” Then my Apollo complained of the cold “madaling araw” air. I had to grab the sheets for poor mini me. I kissed her, by George, she still tasted chocolates!

Love you too, my friends, be safe always.

p.s. I was requesting for a round two but all I got was a snore. Lesson: Never tire missus in round one if you want to get to round two.

Let Me Teach Thee Part 1

{ May 27, 2007 @ 11:55 am } · { Sex, love, sexual technique }
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To my dear apprentice, Rodolfo Valentino,

Here is mine answer to thy plea to impart to thee the secret to making thy woman loyal to thee.

This is how it should be done, if thou wish thy woman not to forget thine face, that for every time she spies thine lips, she shall shudder in the hips.

[Girls, be considerate and shampoo it, soap it, or there won’t be a next time. If the guy doesn’t complain of an overly odorous snack, you must fear him, for he is immune to lack of hygiene, and may suffer from the same.]

With deliberate ceremony, pull her knickers down, while thou run thine tongue over her creamy navel. Once her bush manifests itself, bury your kisser on it as if thou were rolling on the grassy hill and smelling the daisies.

[Gently direct his head lower and lower, by touching your soft finger tips on his cheeks. Don’t be like Xena, the Warrior Princess, and grab him by the hair. Let him navigate your depths in his own sweet time.]

Civilly part the round, firm legs of thy damsel, planting the seeds of lust by hot breath and warm moisture on those, ah, sweet toned inner thighs. Then, adroitly separate the hairs covering her hidden bud with thine cautious digits, the most erogenous of the gems of Venus, making it see the light of day.

[Don’t just spread your legs, darling. Allow for some mystery, anticipation, by letting him savor the sights of your virginal curves then beg you, with voice and hand, to open sesame.]

Now my apprentice, kiss, I say, kiss with puckered lips her bud, known in scientific and academic circles as the clitoris. Lather it with thy saliva. Bring out thy tongue and press it on her bud in circular motions, for nerves concentrate round it. Gently now, lest thou break her reverie.

[Don’t talk too much, or be branded a porn-vid skank. Practice your most whispering, airy, and sweet voiced oohs and ahhs. That sound he will only find from you.]

Now, son, descend on her flower of Venus. With thy manicured digits open her, ooh, tender and moistening labial folds. Simultaneously caress her buttocks, hips, and bosom at thy leisure. Slide thy moist hot tongue shallowly at first, then venture forth into her depths as if you were a canine caressing your fur. Alternate thy ministrations from vagina to clitoris at varying pressures and speeds.

[Compliment this boy as he does you good work. One-liners will do. Tell him to go faster when you are already coming. Massage his hair, give him a show and mash your breasts.]

Upon hearing her urgent pleas, quicken thy kissing of the sacred bud! Let thy tongue vibrate on it, if she presses thy head let her be. She is in ecstasy due to thy lingual dexterity. She will quake all over. Be a good lad, that when she pushes you away, leave her be. Wipe thy mouth and kiss her on her cheek, and say, “I love you, baby.”

[When you come, don’t smother his face on your beaver, unless he’s a freak. If he swallows your pubic hair, he might regret the technique and say goodbye to oral sex.]

So, my apprentice, do this and thou art the most unforgettable of her lover, and she may swear fealty to thee. Remember this, greater love no man hath than this, to lay down one’s tongue for one’s friend. The tongue gives us the gift of speech, but it can make one beseech for more tongue.

Cunnilingually yours,

Licuntus Amorlongus
LA.

P.S. Next time I will orient thee on the arts of delayed ejaculation, so that thou be the master over thy lazy member, which I may dub as the Limp Biscuit.

For Your Arousal, Sweet Juicy Lady

{ May 24, 2007 @ 4:07 am } · { Sex, love, marriage, monogamy, sexual technique }
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You come out of the shower. Your delicious woman’s body promises sure pleasure from me. I want to feel pleasure, delight, orgasm, physical goodness, animal lust from your exposed, naked form. Here’s what I’m going to do.

I violently grab your hand and pull you to the living room. I push you to the sofa. I pull off your towel despite your efforts to hold on to it. Now, your naked, milky goodness is open for my eyes to feast on. I stand back, take off my clothes, and slowly massage my lengthening, hardening night stick. You try in vain to cover your breasts and Venus temple with your hands, but I can see through them. I have ravished innumerable sisters (not related to me), so I know what’s behind them. Yours is just fresher at the moment. And I love you. Yes, I love you. I always believe Love in the universe brought this moment that I am with you alone. I’ve violated your trust but soon you will know why I did it, and will be surely hotly happy for it.

I rush toward you, and mash your breasts, forcing your legs apart. My Apollo touches your pubes. You feel my heat, my desire. I kiss you hard on the mouth but you turn away. You slap me but don’t scratch me. I wonder why. Then with my manly strength I wrench apart your protecting, juicy legs and plunge my face in your reluctant cunt.

I splash hot saliva on your clitoris and vagina while you pull at my hair, strongly at first, but is weakening every second I brush your slit up and down, the pressure of my face on your now wakened sex. I taste your hot juices meeting my tongue. Your resistance is down.

I devour your cunt like it’s my favorite noon time dish, while your brain takes in a pleasure overload, shouting inside, “Oh so great to be a woman with you around, cuntlicker”. Your legs wrap around my back as I proceed to mouthfuck you. Then you quiver, shiver, shout, press my face on your pussy as your orgasm like a virgin with Brad Pitt.

Thanks. I raped you. With your consent of course. We hug, now this friendship has now taken a cruel, deviant level. But I am the Priest of Love so you are safe with me.

Genuflection

{ May 22, 2007 @ 6:08 am } · { Erotic Poetry, Sex, sexual technique }
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Why do you kneel before me?
What do you think you’re doing?
You’re pulling the furry dragon from the lair (Button fly jeans, faded blue, frayed at the knees).

Stop! This can’t be so
Your face, soft and (hungry?) red-lipped or is it Max Factor
Before my, oh my
You hold it, examining.

Don’t. You kiss that
Stop. What’s that ice on the nerves…genuine carnal joy
That flickering tongue
Those narrowing lips
Around the
Please stop
This aberration.

You look up, your eyes observe my expression
Waves of energy spread from your lips
I close my eyes, it keeps flowing
I can’t stop. I can’t stop it.
You do it faster
Oh no
No
No
No
Oh
You stand. Pull out a hanky
I’m down on my knees.

Open Air Blow

{ May 22, 2007 @ 6:04 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, sexual technique }
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Remember Crissie? Before I had this knight in shining armor complex in that I wooed some girls whom I think seem to be less loved than the popular girls. Especially those who put out, because to my view, they seemed to be more abused by those they give in to. But I was wrong. It was I who really needed saving, because, at my twenties, I didn’t really know what was I getting into. In retrospect, these girls were the survivors of grave life circumstances, and that putting out was just a way of ameliorating themselves. Giving sex to get love that sort of thing. I believe it.

I remember when after a rave, my male friend was asking me to leave the venue. He was also her friend, he goes by the name Niño. I was flustered because I was thinking of remaining there with her for the rest of the evening. Niño was insistent, but it suddenly dawned on me that I was really getting in the way of the after party.

Crissie and her two girlfriends were actually waiting for the rest of the ravers to leave and have a group mating with some ten guys at a grove beside the basketball court rave floor. I did not stay to watch but of course, everybody knew there I loved her (a fool for doing so, but no regrets, ironic huh.). Niño felt pity for me, so he escorted me out of the place and waited till I got a ride home. She did put out a lot. So when Rick took her from me, I did feel relieved but I was so angry at being betrayed by the two, despite my knightly gestures for her.

I recall when at New Year’s Eve 1997 she pulled me out of her living room. She brought me to an empty apartment front porch, where there was a walled empty lot across the street. She was direct back then, “I want to suck your cock.”

Without waiting for my response, she opened my fly, took out my Apollo, and started playing it with her tongue. It promptly hardened in her mouth, to her glee. She spat on it and slid it in and out of her mouth. I could barely see her cute face in the dark but my nerves were screaming at the prospect of being caught in public. It was merciful that not a single headlighted car passed that street. I could feel now how my rod was getting in her throat, and that quickened my come, that delicious sudden tightening after her tongue and saliva. I blew in her, making her head bob faster. She toyed with my soft Apollo a bit and stood up, as I lay panting on the wall.

Little did I know that she and her friends had planned this. She had promised them a show and they had seen everything behind the wall across us. She took me for a ride but what a ride. I fucked her probably a hundred times, made her come a zillion, it was nothing for her because she shared me with more men than I can recognize. Was my chivalry for nothing. No. I know she still remembers me crying for her when Rick was behind her in her house. I know she will always remember me as the fool who dared to love a slut.

Where is she now? I wish I knew. I’d love an encore if I’d be given the chance.

A Fantasy, Reality, What’s the Difference?

{ May 18, 2007 @ 4:51 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, monogamy, responsibility, sexual technique }
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Yeah, I see you, wearing that orange Jessica Simpson short shorts, rolling around in your roller blades. You look at me, you find my tan and my dark eyes sinister looking with a touch of college lightheartedness.

We’re on the street but there seem to be nobody passing on a sunny afternoon. Then I got an idea.

I want to have a quick fuck. I’ve pleasured you so many times so can I have some fast pumping? That candy ass of yours is enticing me.

You oblige. You roll to a red brick wall that matches your pink tank top, your blond hair blazing on the background. You turn around and slowly pull down you shorts. Then your pink panties. They’re on your ankles now. I need to wear shades as your round tight ass reflects the sun with tiny beads of sweat. You place two hands on the wall, and you grind your thang at me like an exotic. I still don’t come near, but I put down my pants and my probe is up and hard.

Think kinky thoughts, the things we used to do. Licking your ass cheeks, mashing your breasts, kissing your mouth hard. Make yourself wet for me for a change.

You do. You pull your top up over your boobs and mash them. You close your eyes and remember the gangbangs that wasted you, but only I was the one man demolition gang. I am Launcelot, the strength of ten jerk offs and more. Now I see you vertical lips moisten!

Before you know it you feel my strong hands grab your hips and a hard knob sink fast into your deep temple.

Ah ah ah ah oh oh oh oh you’re fucking me oh oh ah ah ah

You can feel it hard inside interfacing with your sweet flesh and making electric pleasure flow lightspeed to your brain. You feel my hand on your breast, my hot breath on your nape. Your body shakes with my every blow.

Ah ah ah ah um um ooh ooh oooh ooooh ooooooohhhhhh

I’m coming now baby faster now

Oh yeah? oh oh oh oh oh ooh oooooohhhhhh

Here it is ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah ohh goooood sooo gooood.

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You wake up, here I am, fast asleep beside you. You study the features of my face, you never got tired of me, your lover for nine years. You played with my nose. I shift. I put an arm over you, hug you tight. It’s cold outside. You say to yourself, okay, let’s sleep some more.

Reunited and It Feels so Good

{ May 15, 2007 @ 12:53 pm } · { Essay, Personal Confessions, Sex, love, marriage, sexual technique }
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I remember the Peaches and Herb song, and not only it does that way, it is slappin’.

Last May 8 I finally came back to the arms of my wife, and to use her expression, she greeted me with, “You haven’t watered the plants for months”. So, my eyebrows were raised and prepped myself mentally for the jockey-job I have to do by nightfall.

In fact, I was squeezing her boobs every chance I can get, whenever nobody’s lookin’. When the door to the bedroom got locked, she was pricked by my moustache, but on we went, tonsil-hockeying.

I didn’t bother with the slow kissing from neck down, I went straight to her pussy, radiating heat, and satiated my oral fixation, tongueing and poking with my naughty tongue.

After that, she grabbed at my schlong and dunked it into her. I had to close my eyes real hard to stop from coming, for her pussy is so feel-good like a cheerleader’s (the twenty-something’s anyway). I fucked and fucked like I haven’t penetrated her enough. I slapped her ass, she liked it. I did her doggie style, grabbing her creamy ass. Most of it were missionary. I just came down from a ten hour bus trip for Cryzakes.

I came, she shouted, “Darn, it’s so hot!” I unloaded four months of sperm in her, would you believe? I stopped watching porn since December.

I rode her two times that night and one in the morning, while her mother was knocking at our door for our breakfast.

When did she learn to take all my manhood in her mouth that way? Whew, it was mind-blowing.

When I got off her, she didn’t take breakfast, so I was left with her mom at breakfast, she slept like a babe, with a smile part-pornstar part-Catholic schoolgirl not caught cheating at the exam.

I wanted to wash my Apollo, so I went to our shower-bathroom. I didn’t want the whole shower, just the faucet so I too, can go back to sleep.

Eooooowwwww!!!!

She had installed the hot water lever without me knowing it. Poor Apollo, scalded very early in the morning. I sat at her bedside, to get a little berating from me. When she did, she just laughed. I laughed too.

More coming from here, y’all.

Orgasm in the Bus

{ May 2, 2007 @ 10:18 am } · { Erotic Poetry, Personal Confessions, Sex }
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I stood along the aisle jam packed
She just came up from the street
We had eye contact
She jostled other passengers as she walked towards me
She in her office blouse and miniskirt
Her ass bulging and her panties showing.

Men just shook their heads
As she squeezed between me and an old lady
Pressed her ass on my jeans
Slowly my cock began to straighten
Pleasure weakened my knees
As she swayed from side to side
Feeling my hardness with her cheeks.

Passengers eyes bulged
As she pressed even tighter
I thought I was in her ass
Fucking her with every motion of the bus
Smelling her shampooed hair and Esprit cologne
Seeing her sweat under the blouse.

The electricity’s getting intense
She knew it
I was dry pumping her now
With every brake
With every stop
My cock’s shaking
She pressed harder
My sperm’s gonna blow
She pressed even harder
My fly’s between her ass cheeks
Friction’s getting hotter
Oh MY God!
Here I come!!!
Ah, ah, ah, oh good
You’re something girl
Thanks very much
I wished I could return the favor.

I rested exhausted on her back
As sweat drips from my forehead, arms, and legs
My underwear’s wet with come
The aisle became spacier
And our stop was already here
We both came down the bus.

We looked at each other
Knowing full well
That that was that
No complications
No pregnancies
No quarrels
No jealousies
No divorce
Just my wet undies
And her wet pussy.

I could’ve licked you
I said to myself
But I understood
Don’t spoil something good with love
Or spoil love with something good
She smiled I smiled
We went our separate ways
As my hot sperm lathered my cock.

This really happened
Orgasm in the bus.