Marks

We like to mark each other; sometimes as a sign of passion and sometimes ownership; sometimes literally and sometimes symbolically — we do it physically and soulfully. Some marks are temporary and others more permanent lasting a lifetime.

Lipstick on a collar; hickeys on your neck; leather collars; golden showers; strap marks on your ass; a broken heart; a love that still echoes and makes you smile; nail marks that run the length of your back — the list is only limited by your imagination.

She spread her legs for me, exposing a well shaved pussy and invited me to fuck her; it is all she really wanted from me.  She wanted me to fuck her deep and make her cum, which she told me before we were naked she rarely did. She was tight and the condom dulled my excitement enough to let me hold on until she was satisfied. I came hard and fell into her sweating. She got the fuck she was looking for

It wasn’t until later that I happen to turn and look at my back in the mirror and saw the long red lines she left as a reminder, or maybe something more symbolic.

 In the end, I believe we mark to be remembered.

She stroked my cock seducing me to get hard and then bit my nipple hard. She would release her hold, still stroking and cooed over my growing cock. She would take my nipple into her mouth once more and bite down hard. We would play this game regularly until eventually she could make me hard simply by biting my nipple, and sometimes I would cum without her ever touching my cock.

 To this day, if I pinch my nipple I think of her and will start to get hard.

 In the end, I believe we want to be marked but then again, maybe I should just speak for myself.

 W

cumming for you

“Thanks for making dinner. It’s been a long day. Can we just relax — maybe have a glass of wine?”

“That would be nice”

“Here you go”.

“What should we toast too?”

“Hmmm. A successful meeting tomorrow.”

“Really! Try again please.”

“Hmmm. To the little pleasures that mean so much. Cheers.”

“Cheers. So, you want to watch me jerk off for you?”

“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind but that would be nice. By candlelight maybe — that really would be lovely”.

“It would be my pleasure. I’ll go assume the position while you finish your wine. The matches and lube are in the night table, right?”

“Oh, that is lovely. Keep stroking while I get comfortable. I’m going to move some of these candles around so I can get a better view. You have a beautiful cock honey. Nice and slow please.”

“Remember you can’t touch, at least not my cock. Fuck — You make me very hard!”

“I feel huge. Yes, play with your pussy — you love when we jerk off together don’t you?

“I do”

 “I’m not sure we should waste this hard cock. Can I fuck you a little?”

“Yes — Please”

 “Fuck I love when you cum on my cock”

“Ohhhh. Again! I love it”

“OK Stop. I want to watch you cum.”

 “Pass me the lube”

“Stoke it like this? Can you See?”

“Hmmm. Yes”

“Fuck I’m Building! Play with my balls as I jerk off for you.

Oh my god you make me so big. I’m gonna cum. Can you see? —  Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me baby”

“I can’t hold it anymore — aaauuuuuhhhh”

“Did I cum a lot”?

“Yes, you did. It was lovely”

W

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The Evolution of a Hotwife!

Its funny how you can end up with a partner where each of you has some vaguely undefined aspect to your sexuality that when combined with the other, and teased out over time becomes a dominant theme in your sex life.  Perhaps a little like the synergy of a Bonnie & Clyde.

In my case, I’ve always found the raw sexuality and uncensored lust of my girlfriend to be a big turn on.  Creating a safe environment where she is free to express those fantasies and now actually act on them has taken our relationship to new and uncharted heights. 

It started out with provocative “truth or dare” texts, the exchange of titillating “selfies”, and in some cases a recounting and sharing of some of our past sexual experiences.

This evolved into our visiting on occasion a sex club where we had sex in front of other people, and watched other people having sex in front of us.  I think we were both surprised by how powerful the exhibitionist aspect of this was even relative to the voyeuristic aspect.

Through these exchanges, it became clear that one of my girlfriend’s most powerful fantasies was the idea of being appreciated and intoxicated by male energies, meaning the idea of other men watching her engage in sexual activity or in fact other men joining in that sexual activity.

Because as I mentioned my girlfriend’s uncensored raw sexuality and fantasies really turn me on, and because I am a confident man, I actively support the expression of these fantasies.

I’ve helped arrange and watched as she had an “erotic massage” which began as a regular massage but evolved into her having her pussy expertly licked by the masseur to multiple orgasms while she intermittently sucked on my own cock.

I’ve eaten her pussy to multiple orgasms in a pool in front of several appreciative men.

I’ve watched her get her tits sucked on and her pussy eaten by another man while sitting on the edge of a hot tub in a public place.

I’ve watched her get her asshole licked while sucking on my cock.

I’ve watched her suck on a cock while I fucked her from behind in true spit roast fashion.

I’ve watched her invite a guy back to our room in order that she might suck on his cock.

I’ve watched her squat down and go back and forth between my cock and another.

All of these episodes have super charged our sex life and are recounted or fantasized about during our own subsequent sex.

What’s next?  Where is this headed?  Probably in the not to distant future should an opportunity present itself I’m going to watch her get fucked by another cock.  We’ve talked about what positions she would like me to watch her fuck in – from behind, reverse cowgirl, and him on top – and whether I would just watch and reclaim her pussy at the end of her fuck, or whether I would participate the whole time.  A bit of both I would expect as I do like to sit back and watch her “in lust” but sometimes I can’t help myself and need to get my cock in her mouth or pussy.

All I know is that its a solid and super charged relationship and it’s been going for 15 years.

-Anonymous

I like what I like…

A buddy casually passed me his phone and asked me what I thought — it was a photograph of a talk, very leggy brunette from behind. She wore magenta panties and a bra with black garterless nylons and magenta shoes to complete the look.

Her arms extended behind her head which I can only imagine accentuated her large, and most likely, fake breasts. I held the phone longer than was socially acceptable and when prodded, returned the phone saying,

“I don’t like the shoes”.

Yvonne taught me about the way of shoes, which as an admirer, was fascinating — she told me of the different types; pumps, kitten heels, ankle strap heels, peep toe heels, stilettos and the corset heel, which turned out to be her favourite. She explained how some covered the toes completely, whereas others exposed toe cleavage. Style, the costume for the day or mood determined the type of heel, but it was what a woman does with her shoes that lets you know how she is feeling.

It had been a couple of days after my initial lesson on shoes when Yvonne drew my attention to a couple at the bar and pointed out how the woman’s shoe had fallen from her heal and dangled; she went on to suggest they’d probably have sex later. She also reminded me of our second date and how, under the table at the restaurant, she had shed her shoes; we laughed the night away and went back to my place and fucked our brains out.

When we play, she is always in heels — they accentuate her long legs and compliment her costumes. We fuck hard when she is in heels but never in our bed. I’ve noticed she always removes her shoes first and now I know why.

 It was pointed out I was an idiot and all I said to that was, “I like what I like.”

 W

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the kiss is the seduction

Like most of our conversations, they tend to weave in and out of the topics of the day and are always mixed with enough innuendo to remind us that everything we say is part of an ongoing seduction. Over dinner one night, we debated whether seduction, by its very nature, has an end in mind or is something that only ends when energy and desire are exhausted.

Does a single seduction lead to drinks after work, and then its a different seduction that leads to the first kiss, and then a continuous series of seductions until bodies are intertwined — or is it something much bigger and not simply a series of progressive events? We have no interest in finding an answer to this question, and believe me we have come back to this many times in whispers, in arguments, and even in our own seductions. Our only agreement on the topic is with the kiss, although we have debated if it is a measure or simply a benchmark.

It was snowing when we kissed for the first time; the flakes were large and floated around us —the street and the world disappeared and I fell into you.

After the music, and as we walked to the car, we stopped and kiss deeply — lifting you into the air slightly, you jump and straddle me.We made love for the first time that night, and I fell even deeper into you.

You leave our bed early to catch a flight — the soft pink impression of your kiss is on the bathroom mirror with promises of desire and drunken sex.

Your kiss enters as a dream and sleep dissolves as I kiss you back; at first it is a dream, and then with the realization you are kissing me, I draw you in— your lips are soft and your tongue offers more than simply a kiss before sleep; I now kiss you deeply. I am hard and not fully awake but I search you out. You are wet and shift willingly to take my cock. We fuck as if in a dream.

Maybe in the end, the kiss is the seduction.

 W

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