Hanging out, watching you tend bar has only made me more attracted to you. This personality, OUTSIDE of work, is what I suspected was underneath all the “proper, professional analyst” persona you show at the office. You’re witty, funny, and oh, so bad!
But the bar’s closed now and your friends have FINALLY gone…
You reach out and stroke my face, your hand continuing around to my nape as you pull me in for a kiss. Gently, you brush your lips on mine. I moan in response, opening for you. Our tongues explore, as my hands find their way under your shirt and move up your back. You let out a groan and push me down onto the couch. You land gently, your weight on top of me... I begin to move, feeling you harden against me.
Your hands work their way down my sides to my hands. You grab my wrists and pin my hands above my head while you kiss, lick and nip your way down my neck to my chest...
With your free hand you push my shirt and bra out of the way... Taking my nipple in your mouth...I am moaning and moving under your ministrations... I can feel your arousal pressing into my thigh... I want to suck you deep into my throat!
I can’t believe I'm actually nervous… It’s been over twenty years since I’ve been courted... or courted another. But, through the nerves, my excitement shines.
I walk over to where he’s sitting and wait until his conversation is at a pause. I brush my hand over his hair…so luxuriously thick…and sigh.
He reaches out and draws me into his lap. Then, ever so gently, he begins to kiss me. Sweet, soft, slow kisses that have me shivering. I feel my body heat up and wetness pools between my legs.
I reach up and knot my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. I love how slow and gentle he is, but my body is aching to be touched and my kisses grow more insistent.
He reaches up and holds my face in his hands while his tongue explores and teases mine. I know he likes to feel my nails on his skin, so I oblige…. Continue reading
I have never done anything like this before... I am going to a play party with the intention to fuck as many men as possible! My friends, who organized the party, have called it a "Ladies' Choice" party...but really, it's just a gang-bang. I'm excited and scared at the same time.
At the beginning, we're all milling around in the hotel lounge before play starts. There are some amazing people here...couples and singles. I see 2 or 3 that are definitely on my "to-do" list.
At play time, I'm heading upstairs with James and Lorri. She's just gonna watch us for a bit and that is a huge turn on for me.
James has already undressed while I'm talking to Lorri. He's hard...and that makes me even wetter. He starts kissing me and reaches down to take my dress off, taking his time with the hemline.
Dress is finally off and he pushes me down on the bed. He looks at me with such hunger, I shudder. I am expecting him to climb on top of me, but he kneels on the floor and spreads my thighs.
He goes straight for my clit and I cry out. His tongue alternates between fucking me and teasing my clit. Within moments, I'm writhing and begging for him to tip me over the edge...I'm so close. In response, he sucks my clit into his mouth and inserts 2 fingers in my pussy. He knows JUST where they go, too! I'm screaming and squirting almost immediately. Continue reading
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Get ready for a barrage of tips & tricks and lessons learned by the Bliss Bringers team. That's right, we mess up so you don't have to!
In the luscious labs we do a live review of a female condom. Our team does extensive testing and analysis. For science.
Finally, we remind everybody we will be hitting up catalystcon west.
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Warning: Explicit content
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Warning (or promise, depending on your perspective): This episode has more explicit content than usual (like, actual sex and orgasms and that sort of thing).
Our first (but let's hope not last) "bedcast." The crew gets together for a sexy weekend in Toronto, interviews Jana, owner of the upscale sex-club Oasis Aqualounge, and we give a naughty news report for aspiring dommes who want to spend a weekend learning from Midori at Forte Femme.
Last time we were in Vegas, the Captain and I were having a late night roll around in our sexy hotel room (hotel rooms have fetish qualities for me -- just being in one turns me on). We were doing our thing without paying any attention to the fact that on the other side of our fancy headboard was another hotel room. The people in the next room had a high noise tolerance. They didn't start pounding on the wall until the Captain came. When he reaches an orgasm, you know about it. He makes a lot of noise.
When you walk into a room where people are having sex, the moans and groans and sounds of bodies mashing together are as arousing as the sight of naked bodies in motion. Most men I know get a real kick out of hearing their partner have an orgasm. And if their partners are women, they rarely disappoint.
I like sounds because they are a kind of sexual feedback. If my partner is making noises, soft or loud, then I know they're feeling pleasure. If someone is totally silent, I have no idea what's happening with them.
I'm fortunate in that the Captain likes to make noise. We talk to each other while we're having sex, whether with each other or with other people. And he doesn't keep it a secret when he comes. I LOVE that. It's all part of it.
But I've been with men who are totally silent (women are rarely totally silent -- it seems to be a guy thing). They don't even utter so much as a whisper. I'm not sure if they feel shy about making noise, or if they used to live somewhere where they had to "keep the noise down" for fear of disturbing the neighbors. Or if they don't want to admit that they came because they think their partner still wants more. But sometimes they don't even call out in any way when they are coming.
I just want to go on record to say: that disappoints me.