My first blog, her first other man....
Hi All! I;m new to this blog and would like to share some of my stories with you all. I am a hopeless romantic who loves to fuck! And I fuck hard and nasty. I love to see women in lingerie and help them release there inhibitions. I an engaged have a wonderful sex life with a women who has only had one other partner, other than myself. So these stories help release me of some frustration that I have, due to the inexperience my lover has. Don't get me wrong, she loves to fuck, but just has a hard time being the nasty-sluty-whore I want behind closed doors.
All men want the Madonna/Whore in there lives, it's just some of us are lucky enough to find her.
I have been reading some other blogs,like Dilemmas of a Virgin Slut and, Lingere Dreams decided to give this a shot.
This is a story that I though about on the way home from work a few days ago. Some of the events are true but otherwise embellished to promote the material and to hide the guilty from persecution.
I have always loved sex. From the time I first entered a vagina at 13, I have not known anything that could feel as good, powerful, emotional, and yet so fragile that to have sex with a women. Any kind of sex is good sex. Make-up sex, one night-sand sex, angry sex, first time sex, even bad sex can have an up side to it.
She had just left a relationship of over 3 years. He was to be "The One". Tall, strong, swimmers body, kind and loving, but with a wild streak in him that left her unsure about spending the rest of her life with him. He is a friend of mine and I met her through him.
There were the occasional innuendos about a sex with her, flirting, asking if he was man enough for her. She played along, until one night she mentioned to me, "He is the only man I've ever had sex with until now. I want to know what another man"s cock feels like inside my pussy."
They began dating when she was 19 and he was 25. Quite a spread of time, but he knew that he could develop this shy, mousy girl into a sex kitten with a little self assurances and personal attention. He wanted to make her his fuck toy, and he did. He got her to feel her sexuality internally and externally by telling her how lucky she was. He got her to wear thongs and g-strings and abolish any of her old panties and bras for new ones Fredrick's, Victoria and the likes. She began to love the idea of being an object of desire while still putting on the innocent front that she always carried with her.
They would go to dinner and a show, and he would pick out the garter belt and stocking he wanted her to wear under her dress. She would ask, "What kind of underwear do I wear?" "None" he replied and told her there was a method to his madness. Sure enough he would run his hands up her skirt over her nylon legs, felling the smooth material until it met her freshly shaven legs. The metal clasp of the garter was a lock on sexual feeling she had never felt in her young life. Up her thigh, over the top of her barely nude, seamed stocking, closer to her hip and the crease of her pubic area.
She began to giggle, and pant. Contemplating where she would encourage him to continue to explore her, in such a public area. The pain and anticipation of his hand caressing over her still virginal pussy was too much to handle. She began to squirm in her chair, like she would do at work when she a fleeting fantasy of a man she wanted to fuck. Grinding in small circles, stimulating her pussy to create dampness that only meant one thing. "I need to cum."
In deed that evening she came and came and came and discovered that she could squirt after hours of foreplay that included him fingering her in the back of the movie theater. Trying desperately to hold back the whimpers and yelps of ecstasy she came on the seat, leaving a small stain. "I told you, you where going to make me pee." To her it was "pee"; to him it was her awakening.
This is where I arrive into the picture. We had fun throwing around the idea of three- way sex for a while. My friend would let me watch and participate with him in bringing other pleasures to his girlfriend. The only this that held back this encounter was her agreement that she had to be prepared mentally for it. And on this one evening she was.
After a few Margaritas, a few more beers and cigarettes, we ended up at his place. She kept some of her more provocative lingerie there for his entertainment. Only now she had an overnight bag with a few more new items that she wanted to use on this night. So she had been contemplating this for a while and now she was ready. As he mixed a few more drinks, I prepaid my self in the restroom. Washed my shaved balls and cock. Rinsed my mouth with mouth wash, and waited as she came out of the second bathroom.
She and a well shaped body, medium size frame and tits about 34B. They might have been small but very sensitive, especially her left one. "Before we get started, I want to say that when I stay STOP, keep going until you to fuck me into a coma." We agreed. "Now, I want to do this my way, so don't put your cocks in me until I ask you too." We agreed. And with that she asked to be blind folded and touched. Nothing more that touched all over her silky body. Tenderly running my fingertips over her skin.
All men want the Madonna/Whore in there lives, it's just some of us are lucky enough to find her.
I have been reading some other blogs,like Dilemmas of a Virgin Slut and, Lingere Dreams decided to give this a shot.
This is a story that I though about on the way home from work a few days ago. Some of the events are true but otherwise embellished to promote the material and to hide the guilty from persecution.
I have always loved sex. From the time I first entered a vagina at 13, I have not known anything that could feel as good, powerful, emotional, and yet so fragile that to have sex with a women. Any kind of sex is good sex. Make-up sex, one night-sand sex, angry sex, first time sex, even bad sex can have an up side to it.
She had just left a relationship of over 3 years. He was to be "The One". Tall, strong, swimmers body, kind and loving, but with a wild streak in him that left her unsure about spending the rest of her life with him. He is a friend of mine and I met her through him.
There were the occasional innuendos about a sex with her, flirting, asking if he was man enough for her. She played along, until one night she mentioned to me, "He is the only man I've ever had sex with until now. I want to know what another man"s cock feels like inside my pussy."
They began dating when she was 19 and he was 25. Quite a spread of time, but he knew that he could develop this shy, mousy girl into a sex kitten with a little self assurances and personal attention. He wanted to make her his fuck toy, and he did. He got her to feel her sexuality internally and externally by telling her how lucky she was. He got her to wear thongs and g-strings and abolish any of her old panties and bras for new ones Fredrick's, Victoria and the likes. She began to love the idea of being an object of desire while still putting on the innocent front that she always carried with her.
They would go to dinner and a show, and he would pick out the garter belt and stocking he wanted her to wear under her dress. She would ask, "What kind of underwear do I wear?" "None" he replied and told her there was a method to his madness. Sure enough he would run his hands up her skirt over her nylon legs, felling the smooth material until it met her freshly shaven legs. The metal clasp of the garter was a lock on sexual feeling she had never felt in her young life. Up her thigh, over the top of her barely nude, seamed stocking, closer to her hip and the crease of her pubic area.
She began to giggle, and pant. Contemplating where she would encourage him to continue to explore her, in such a public area. The pain and anticipation of his hand caressing over her still virginal pussy was too much to handle. She began to squirm in her chair, like she would do at work when she a fleeting fantasy of a man she wanted to fuck. Grinding in small circles, stimulating her pussy to create dampness that only meant one thing. "I need to cum."
In deed that evening she came and came and came and discovered that she could squirt after hours of foreplay that included him fingering her in the back of the movie theater. Trying desperately to hold back the whimpers and yelps of ecstasy she came on the seat, leaving a small stain. "I told you, you where going to make me pee." To her it was "pee"; to him it was her awakening.
This is where I arrive into the picture. We had fun throwing around the idea of three- way sex for a while. My friend would let me watch and participate with him in bringing other pleasures to his girlfriend. The only this that held back this encounter was her agreement that she had to be prepared mentally for it. And on this one evening she was.
After a few Margaritas, a few more beers and cigarettes, we ended up at his place. She kept some of her more provocative lingerie there for his entertainment. Only now she had an overnight bag with a few more new items that she wanted to use on this night. So she had been contemplating this for a while and now she was ready. As he mixed a few more drinks, I prepaid my self in the restroom. Washed my shaved balls and cock. Rinsed my mouth with mouth wash, and waited as she came out of the second bathroom.
She and a well shaped body, medium size frame and tits about 34B. They might have been small but very sensitive, especially her left one. "Before we get started, I want to say that when I stay STOP, keep going until you to fuck me into a coma." We agreed. "Now, I want to do this my way, so don't put your cocks in me until I ask you too." We agreed. And with that she asked to be blind folded and touched. Nothing more that touched all over her silky body. Tenderly running my fingertips over her skin.
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