Today's entry is from my copyrighted novel, published in 1999. She put her feet flat on the bed, spreading her legs and speaking in slow measured tones said, “I want you to make sweet slow love to me tonight—and when that’s over I want you to fuck me in the ass.” Her words made my prick spring up, striking her belly with a soft but audible noise. “That excites you doesn’t it? It excites you when I tell you what I want,” she whispered in my ear in a deep hoarse tone. She paused and I made no answer. The answer was obvious. She continued speaking. “It excites me too. It makes me excited when I tell you what I want. It makes me excited because I know you hear my needs.” Her voice was lower and her breathing heavier. She took one of my hands and placed it between her legs. I felt wetness there. The whole universe hushed in reverent awe, the heat of her body seared my skin and I entered her vagina in slow easy stages as quiet and unhurried as the darkness descending on the quiet world. After an eon when my penetration was complete, I laid still with her, savoring the throbbing in my member that matched the beating of my heart. I put a hand under her breast and felt her heart beating—she breathed softly and deeply and when she exhaled I took up her rhythm, synchronizing my breathing with hers. Each inhalation pushed her breast into mine, my loins into hers, and each exhalation drew them away again. The throbbing and the pushing became the pulse and breath of our love-making—both increasing in slow degrees—rising with the constellations—higher and higher—slowly, soundlessly, inexorably. When I rocked my hips, she rocked in tempo with me, robbing the effects of my thrust, and that cadence too began to quicken slowly—by degrees the temperature rose in our bodies. My penis stiffened; her hips shifted slightly to accommodate its new shape. We looked into one another’s eyes. I stroked lightly up and down her ribcage with my finger tips, passing over the swelling of her breast at one extreme and the swelling of her hips at the other, both hands moving up and down together but sometimes departing from this pattern as one hand dwelled on a breast until the other completed a full circuit before taking up the pattern again. She responded to my caresses with her own, but always being careful to allow room for my strokes to develop smoothly without impediment. I would sometimes gaze into her eyes, but not fixedly, my eyes often straying across her breasts, her eyes betraying a bemused and gentle combination of happiness and excitement. More than once she grinned a soft grin, rolling her eyes up and around beneath half-closed eyelids, and held her inhalation briefly before making a long, slow exhalation, a soundless sigh that made heavy demands on my attention to our synchronous breathing. A side effect of this added effort was to draw me into feeling her feelings; our coupling having both the settled awe of a magnificent sunset and the unsettled excitement of carnival. The longer we maintained this unhurried stimulation, more and more details emerged into my awareness, including the awareness that I had lost track of time. It was an enduring moment, and we prolonged it, stretched it out by stretching, leaning this way and that, always finding small alterations in our positions so that each moment was new, requiring a new assessment of the shape and temperature of her breasts, her neck, her thighs upon my hips or waist. Details became more numerous, more revealing, more enduring, more endearing. Time suspended in the suspense of making love. Her vagina throbbed—I could feel that throb now—separate from mine—out of step with my throbbing as her heart beat at its own pace—and that too was quickening—everything was quickening—the throb of her vagina meeting my throb in a thrilling tightness when the peaks of those waves coincided, a coincidence that repeated itself with greater frequency and intensity as our pulses quickened. I stopped rocking and leaned in towards her, my eyes fixed on hers. When I had my mouth on hers I closed my eyes, and let the waters of my mouth moisten her lips. My tongue licked her lips and wandered in between them where she captured it with her mouth sucking hard, and I leaned into her and came and came into her, my penis having never left the first depth of its penetration. She came too—her throbs squeezing and dissolving my stiffness. It seemed a very long time before I lifted my eyes to meet hers. As I lifted a finger to wipe away the drying trail of a tear beneath her eye, she did the same for me.
I have been hooked on shemLe porn for while (love almost all porn). Which that and introduction from girlfriend led me to explore my bisexual side (i still love the feel, look, taste of a woman). I had few experiances, but few months back decided to find a playmate into same thing as me so we could explore. Well, one of the members on here messaged me and we actually hit it off, and got off a few times. With the encouragement of someone who had been there, i dove deeper. I placed a few post on some sites and actually led to one that evolved. This guy responded that was into same stuff, we exchanged emails, then after we was comfoftable we met at his place. He said in an "great shemale collection", he wasnt lying wow, he had literally hundreds. I asked how did he keep them from his wife, he just smiled. He then asked if i wanted to watch one of his favorites. I said sure. So, we sat and watched it and was actually very comfortable, talking about her and what we would do. We bith noticed we was rubbing are cocks though are jeans. I was shocked when I was the one who said, "lets jerk off". Like a couple teens we was naked and back on the couch, jerking. Damn it was hot, seeing and hearing that hot she male seeing this guy jerking next to me, he had a 5" cut dick. I looked up and he was staring at mine, he looked up and glanced away. I said "you like it"? He said it looks so big (i have a 7" thick cut cock and shaved). I said little and commented how nice his looked. He then shocked me and asked if he could stroke it (we talked anout his curiousity and knew he wanted to explore but didnt think this early). I said sure, he reached over and wrapped his hand around it and pumped. In a short time of the shemale porn and pumping me cock, he said it was hot and was going to cum. I said dont, wait. But he then came. After he sat there, looked at me and said cum, he had stopped jerking me when be did. I looked back at the screen and seen the guy sucking hard on the shemale, i said that is hot. She then gave the guy a fascial. He said i want that, i said really. He said fuck yes, i stood up and am now standing over him pumping, as he starts beggig for it. I then unleash a string of rope cum on this face and chest, as i scream with orgasm. After we each clean up and talk, and he said i needed to go soon. I asked as i went to leave "was it what you thought it would be"? He said hell yes, cannt wait till next time. Likely next week.
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This scene is a little different from the others I've posted. It's not a sex scene, but just following some of the main characters thoughts. For some background: she was married, but when she turned into a vampire, she forgot her old life. After taking on a companion and a female lover, she regained her memory of her old life. She has just made love to her companion. --------- [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He slept like a rock even though I tossed and turned. I got a bit of sleep in between dreams of Candy and my husband. In this comfortable moment alone, my brain finally had the chance to process all the events of the night.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I loved my husband. I remembered that now. Even in my companion's arms, I couldn't help but compare his embrace to my husband’s and find it inferior. My companion's love for me was intense, but that intensity wasn't mutual. Sure, there was love for him in there, but not that same kind of everlasting love as I had for my husband.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]And then there was Candy. I didn’t love Candy, at least not yet. We didn’t really know each other yet. But I felt protective of her, and I did want to get to know her better. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, and I knew she would have much rather been the one in my arms that day. But would I rather have had her?[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]That was a question that I couldn’t answer. Being with Candy was different, sweeter in some ways, with a slow burn. I had a desire to be with her again, longer, not only in hours, but in days. I maybe even would like to have a relationship with her.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]In my old life, there was my husband and only my husband, and I never would have considered it. If I went back to him, there was a lot he would have to accept. I shamed myself by even saying “If.” If I loved him so much, it shouldn’t even be an issue. No, the problem wasn’t how much I loved him. I questioned how much he loved me. He needed to accept my new living requirements, or I couldn’t survive. I needed him to accept my new desires, or we would never survive. None of that took into account the ambrosia that was his blood.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]While in bed that day with my companion, I’d curl up next to him, take him in my arms, and enjoy the feel of another person beside me, even if he wasn’t warm. After a bit of sleep, thoughts of Candy would wake me up, and I’d roll over, squeeze my eyes shut tight, and will the sandman to take me. Somehow, I’d end up back in a troubled sleep, with dreams of being pulled in three directions. I’d wake with a start thinking of my husband, roll over on my back, and stare at the ceiling. Countless sheep later, I’d eventually be back in dreamland and comfortable, until I realized I was snuggled up next to my companion again. The cycle would start all over.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The sun had to be almost setting by time I gave up.[/FONT][/COLOR]
Well, I always knew I was a little sub slut for men but I recently found out that I like something else. I have attended a bdsm/fetish, etc play place in my area for the last couple months and in doing so, met some nice people. I have had men meet me there and they make me do things for them, spank my little bottom, play with my butt while over their knee and ore ;) I have also met a couple of female doms who tell me to take my cloths off and one flogs me with floggers and also has paddled my little bottom. Not hard but enough to get my attention :) Another woman has used feathers on me and deprives me of cumming. They are all working me into being a good little sub for others also. I can't wait for what they have intended for me in the future. Maybe more people in my area will want to join in. This place is in Frederick MD
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[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]Does this sound familiar? You've just realized you are attracted to women or you have known for some time now. You happen to be married to a man and he doesn't know about your interest in other women. You are at the point where you cannot ignore these feelings any longer and you realize you’re going to have to tell your husband.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS] [/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]Everything that you’re feeling inside is affecting your relationship with your husband and whether you’re having an affair with a woman or not, he deserves to know what’s been going on with you. This may or may not be a relationship-changing event. Here are some things to consider before coming out to your husband as a lesbian or bisexual. Your husband may be a great guy. You may still love him. He may be the father of your children and your partner in everything in life. Chances are he’s noticed changes in your behavior, sexually and otherwise, and how you react to him. He may be blaming himself for the distance he feels from you. When you decide the time is right to tell him, here are some tips on how best to go about it. Timing Coming out to your husband is not going to be easy. Make sure you plan to tell him during a period where you know he will have the time and space to process it. Don’t do it over a holiday or your anniversary. If you have children, you might want to see if you can get someone to watch them for a day. Allow for at least a few hours of uninterrupted time for the two of you to be alone together. Reaction There’s no way to know for sure how he will react. He may become angry. He may get sad. He may ask you to leave right away. Or he may wonder if there is anyway you can work things out with him. Be ready for any of these emotions to erupt and decide ahead of time how you will deal with each one. What Do You Want? Before you come out to him, you should have a good understanding of what you want out of your relationship with your husband. You may not know for sure, but one thing is certain, he’s going to ask you. You have to be ready to tell him what you are thinking and how you feel and what you see in the future for the two of you and your relationship. Do you want to leave? Do you want to try and stay, acknowledge your feelings for women and not act on them? Do you want to become non-sexual partners with him and pursue affairs with women? Do you want an open relationship where you continue to be lovers with him, but date women also? These are all options. He may or may not agree with any of them, but you can have a sense of what you desire before you come out to him. Are You In Love with Another Woman? ype of thing they figure out intellectually, but rather, an emotional thing that comes to a head and becomes a top priority issue once they have fallen in love with another woman. Here are some things to keep in mind if this is you: If this is your first time with a woman The newness and intensity of a new love affair with a woman may throw you way off balance emotionally. The excitement and sexual attraction cannot compare to the everyday routine of a long-term relationship, especially if you've only had male-female relationships in the past. Try to keep this in mind as you sort out your feelings. It is common for married women to fall in love with other married women. You may wonder, is it just this particular person or am I a lesbian or bisexual? Sometimes you just KNOW. Sometimes it takes some time and examination to figure out. If you need the time - take it. Be patient with yourself. If you are in love with a married woman who has no desire nor intention of leaving her husband, this can cause a unique set of challenges. Some women in this situation decide not to come out to their husbands and continue to have an affair, in secret. This choice has the potential to destroy both relationships if it backfires and you are found out, so it is not recommended. Even if you are not found out, the jealousy, lies and need to constantly cover it up will slowly eat away at you. Eventually you will want to come clean. Questioning Your Sexual Orientation? You may not know yet if you are actually a lesbian, but you may be questioning it. It is okay to share your confusion and doubt with your husband. I have heard many stories of men who just want their wives to have a happy and fulfilling life, even if it is without them. Your husband may be the guy who stands by your side while you figure it out. He may surprise you. If you are married and can't figure out if you are lesbian, bisexual or straight, it might be a good idea to seek help from a professional therapist. How to Come Out to Your Husband You don’t have to have everything perfectly planned out or figured out, but these tips may help you prepare for telling your husband you are lesbian or bisexual: 1. Tell the truth. Speak for yourself using "I" statements. If you have been having problems with him, try to keep those issues separate from what is going on inside you. 2. Let him know it’s not his fault. That nothing he did caused you to be this way. You don’t have to tell him everything. You may want to spare him any details of your sexual experiences with others, but if you’ve put him at risk of any sexually transmitted diseases, you should let him know that. 3. Remember this is your first conversation about this and his initial reaction will not be his lasting one. 4. Don’t come out to him in anger. 5. Don’t expect him to be your primary support in this. 6. Be honest. Don’t give him false hope for your relationship if there is none. 7. Do seek the assistance of a relationship counselor. She can help you work it out, or break up in an amicable way. 8. Encourage him to find his own support. The Straight Spouse Network is one place he can go. Regardless of how your session with your husband turns out, you will end the discussion feeling you have been upfront with him, have hidden nothing from him, and are ready to proceed with your life. It may not end up how you imagine, but in any case, you are who you are and your husband deserves to know. After all, it affects him as much as it affects you. You may be pleasantly surprised. Finally, he will appreciate your candor and the value you are placing on your relationship with him by "coming clean" and putting both of you in a position to make sound, caring decisions moving forward. 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Only God can make a tree In the early evening, a storm approaching, we open the window and feel the crisp air fill the room, the sweet smell of a cool humidity, the sudden gusts that precede the calm before the storm, we stand at the window, our frocks billowing in unison, collapsing cleaner and cooler on our skin, the young oak next to the window determined not to bend in the storm, an adolescent imitation of its elders, the lights flicker out, lightning in the distance, the thunder a long time coming, as long as it takes my hand to find your waist, your hip to find my hip, my kiss to find your breast, thunder, eyes wide open, a light kiss in the light breeze, the calm is upon us, we decide to make love. I spread your legs, my chest heaves its thrill, trillions of cubic tons of night air shift their weight, your smile flashes, there is lightning, the tree thrashes a long limb frantically against the window pane, I bend to you, the tree bends too, my penis hovers over your mound, the roots of the tree deep in the earth hold it upright, thunder, my heart beating next to your beating heart, your arms rise, the tree stands tall and straight, you are smiling, the waters of our mouths mingle, the rain falls sudden and warm, your nipples tremble as my kiss nears, the curtains thrust themselves into the room, I am deep inside you, you hold me there, the tree does not bend, the earth is unmoved though wet, the fine mist of blown rain covers my bare back, the storm gathers its intensity, a torrent of water thrown at the window, into the lightless cavern of the interior, a lamp falls but does not break, you knit an expression with your eyes, attentive, serious, clouded by an internal tumult, the storm is furious, but cannot move the earth, water flows in every direction, down from the heavens, down the smallest rill, between your legs, the earth pushes up into me, pushing flowers up into the rain, the raging sky met with beauty rising from the soil, I push deeply into you, give it to me, give it all to me, and you do, I want it, and you give it to me, to yourself, you open to me, your vaginal lips pressing out, wet on my testicles, the kiss of your sex on mine, opening yourself until I come into you and out of you comes beauty, a rainbow between our legs, the storm subsides, I fall limp against you, the rain ends, the roots of the tree hold on tight deep underground, then relax in the moist earth, and I love you, I love you, I love you.
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