Non Sequitur
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Veröffentlicht:6. August 2017, 16:17 Uhr
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Merriam-Webster definition: : a statement (such as a response) that does not follow logically from or is not clearly related to anything previously said ... for example, the chat topic was about weather when a chatter threw in some non sequitur about his penis size.
It dawned on me this dawn that conversations in chat rooms are really an example of the non sequitur ..............I feel much better knowing this.......for the longest time, I thought it was me not keeping up with the topic ~~~
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Tribute to Canada - 150 Years
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Veröffentlicht:1. Juli 2017, 7:11 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:2. Juli 2017, 15:18 Uhr 6265 Aufrufe
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By Colin Butler, CBC News Posted: Jun 30, 2017
Ninety-one per cent of Canadians think the flag is an important national symbol, according to 2013 Statistics Canada data. The only symbol that ranked higher was the Charter of Rights and Freedoms, at 93 per cent.
Ninety-one per cent of Canadians think the flag is an important national symbol, according to 2013 Statistics Canada data. The only symbol that ranked higher was the Charter of Rights and Freedoms, at 93 per cent.
A total of 20.3 per cent of Canada's population in 2011 was foreign born, the highest proportion among G8 countries that same year.
People
Canada's population is 10 times its size in 1870, the year of the first census after Confederation. Here is a closer look at the people who make up the country:
35.2 million: the population in 2016.
3.5 million: the population in 1870.
41: the average age of a citizen in 2016.
1.4 million: number of people who reported having an Indigenous identity in 2011 (4.3 per cent of the country's total population).
17 million: number of people from around the world who have made their home in Canada since 1867.
20.6 per cent: proportion of the population listed as foreign born in 2011 (the highest among G8 countries).
6.2 million: number of people who self-identify as being part of a visible minority group in 2011 (the three largest identify as South Asian, Chinese and black, and make up 60 per cent of the visible minority population).
Over 200: number of ethnic origins reported in 2011.
Ninety per cent of Canadians reported having 'a strong sense of belonging in Canada,' according to 2013 Statistics Canada data.
Canada is made up of 10 provinces and three territories, and, in terms of sheer geography, we're the second largest country:
9,984,670 square km: total area.
5,514 km: longest distance from east to west.
4,634 km: longest distance from north to south.
1,169,561 square km: total area of fresh water.
As a country, Canada is among the wettest on Earth. About a tenth of the total area, or 1,169,561 square kilometres, is water.
National identity and values
According to Statistics Canada, Canadians seem to have a strong sense of who they are and what their country stands for:
93 per cent believed the Charter of Rights and Freedoms is "the country's most important national symbol" in 2013, followed by the national flag (91 per cent), the national anthem (88 per cent), the RCMP (87 per cent), and hockey (77 per cent).
92 per cent believed "Canadians collectively share the value of human rights" in 2013, followed by respect for the law (92 per cent), and gender equality (91 per cent).
90 per cent reported "a strong sense of belonging to Canada" in 2013.
87 per cent over age 15 reported "being proud to be Canadian" in 2013.
Sugar? No thank you, we're sweet enough. As a nation, we produced 46.2 million litres of maple syrup in 2016.
As Canadian as maple syrup
"As Canadian as maple syrup" might be a cliché, but there's good reason for it:
47 million: number of maple trees reportedly tapped in 2016.
$486.7 million: value of maple products produced in Canada in 2016.
46.2 million: number of litres of maple syrup produced in Canada in 2016 (Quebec alone produces 42.4 million litres, or 90 per cent of the country's syrup).
$381.3 million: value of Canadian maple sugar and maple syrup exports in 2016.
No wonder ketchup has its own chip flavor. in Canada. Not only do we export $20.3 million worth of ketchup and tomato sauces in 2016, but the average Canadian household spent $10 on ketchup in 2015.
What Canadians eat and drink
Here are some numbers that'll make you hungry or thirsty:
$9.2 billion: value of all beer sold by liquor stores, agencies and other retail outlets in Canada in 2016.
$263.4 million: value of potatoes exported from Canada in 2016.
$57.9 million: value of salmon, Pacific, fresh/chilled from Canada in 2016.
$20.3 million: value of ketchup and other tomato sauces exported from Canada in 2016.
$287: what the average household spent on cheese in 2015.
$163: what the average household spent on coffee and tea in 2015.
$10: what the average household spent on ketchup in 2015.
Canadians love a good skate and we like to share that passion with the world. In 2016, we exported $25.3 million worth of ice skates.
Wild about winter goods
It's called the Great White North for a reason, eh? Here are export totals in 2016 of winter-related vehicles and sports items:
$395.9 million: snowmobiles and similar vehicles.
$25.3 million: ice skates.
$63,487: ski boots and snowboard boots.
What's in a name? Depends on who you ask, but these towns sound more Canadian than most:
Beersville, N.B.
Beaver, N.L.
L'Érable, Que.
Grizzly, Alta.
Habitant, N.S.
Bacon Cove, N.L.
Loon, Ont.
Winter, Sask.
Les Castors, Que.
Hockey Estates, Alta.
Snowball, Ont.
Le Petit-Canada, Que.
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Early Morning City Lovers
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Veröffentlicht:24. Juni 2017, 13:42 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:16. Juli 2017, 15:54 Uhr 4689 Aufrufe
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We are lovers of the early hours
Making our way to each other at daybreak
Before the city groans
When the songbirds first break rest
Chirping in a new day while
Squirrels scamper on tree limbs across electric wires
The only humans awake are dog walkers
of tiny chihuahuas and fat bull dogs
And I find you fresh and ready
Nude as a green grape
Your melon breasts tumbling from your bathrobe
Quickly I pile my folded cloths beside your bed
Your sex warm and wet to my close shaved face
A balm I will wear as proudly as if one of those gay
handsome models peddling scent from the glossy magazines
Your clitoris is a rose bud that I taste with long licks and kisses
This morning you are quick to orgasm, once twice, now headed to a third
I press my wand home, as if the baton of a symphony conductor gone wild
and bring on the third as your breathing once more quickens
“Yes baby, yes,” as I enter and recede, my arms around your buttocks
squeezing your flesh until that ripe moment when we merge in delightful harmony
I stay inside you until we hear doors slamming, cars starting
the traffic from the nearby highway filled with commuters, a lone dog barking
I disengage and you rise to sitting position,
watching me as I quickly wash my sex and face,
knowing I will carry your sacred scent for hours
as indelible as a tattoo
the perfume of lovers that they don’t sell on Amazon
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The Steam Room
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Veröffentlicht:29. Mai 2017, 12:58 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:29. Mai 2017, 14:09 Uhr 6841 Aufrufe
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The gym was fairly dead, and no one had even used the steam room all day it seemed – there was barely any steam and it wasn't too hot. You turned on the system and walked across to the far corner and sat down on the top step. Within minutes the faucets were pouring jet after jet of hot steam into the room. It became very dense in the air, and you inhaled the heavy scent. The heat slowly draped over your body, like a lover's caress.
You were sitting in the steam room with nothing but a towel around your waist, all by yourself. The warmth spreading around you sent shivers through your whole body. Small beads of sweat started to form on your arms, your stomach, your tits. You leaned back and took a deep breath, savoring the relaxation. You went to wipe a drop of moisture from your collarbone, and as your hand brushed past your nipple you felt it harden at the touch. your hazarded another quick touch, accompanied by a quick look towards the steam covered door. In an instant your hand was on your right breast, caressing the skin, then pulling hard on the nipple, enjoying the feeling of your touch and tease. Your nipples were hard and your breathing quickened.
You loosened the towel around your waist a little, and felt a drop of moisture run down your stomach towards your legs, lower and lower, finally trickling down your inner thigh. You followed it with your hand, slowing brushing the outer lips of your aroused pussy. You could feel how swollen the lips were, opening a little on their own, begging to be touched. Again you glanced toward the door, but decided that the gym was practically empty, and this was too good an opportunity allow to fade into the mist of the steam room. You slowly ran your hand up and down along your pussy lips, tickling them with the tips of your fingers. Your middle finger brushed over your clit and an electric shock ran through your body. You spread open the lips to slide your fingers inside you, feeling the wetness and tightness of your aroused pussy.
You ran your middle finger up and down between your engorged lips, lubing your clit with your wetness. Your left hand began to massage your tits again, pulling hard in contrast to the soft caresses on your clit. Your breathing is heavy, and the fact that someone could come in at any second just made you want to cum even more more. You fantasized of a unknown woman entering the steam room, sitting next to you, kissing you, and gently pushing you down to lay on the wet wooden bench. She begins to caress your pussy with her fingers, mouth and tongue...bringing you to an intense orgasm...moans only muffled by the misty, steamy fog.
Alas, you were still alone in the steam, aroused by the fantasy. You rub your clit faster, now imagining a hard cock rubbing up and down your slit before thrusting into you. You firmly rub your clit with the palm of your hand while your middle finger slides in and out of your now pulsating pussy. Your heavy breathing transcends into moans as you pushed the edge of your cum.
Your muffled cries fill the room ...”Oh fuck! Yeah......make me cum. Oh God! FUCK! Fuck my pussy! Harder, harder....fuck yes...oh your god yes.....fuck me good.....I want it all ..fuck me harder” you moan as the fantasy of his cock grips your imagination.
You could feel the orgasm building in you, slowly at first but you knew it was going to rock you. It started in your gut, then your muscles, a spasmodic reaction,to your fingers deep inside you...three fingers firm, thrusting in and out. The contractions swept through you and your hips bucked again and again. Your moans turned to a cry “.. FUCK YES! Your cum covers your fingers and swollen lips with it's glistening wetness, dripping down your thighs. Wave after wave of contraction consumed you as you cried in muffled voice..FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YES!
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Passion
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Veröffentlicht:28. Mai 2017, 10:22 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:28. Mai 2017, 16:23 Uhr 4635 Aufrufe
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It seems we get caught up in the raw, uninhibited lust promoted on this site.......whereas, the passionate kiss seems to get lost .....I favor the kiss ...then the uninhibited passion
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Dungeon Play........a fantasy
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Veröffentlicht:27. Mai 2017, 9:26 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:29. Mai 2017, 6:56 Uhr 7361 Aufrufe
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I lead you by the hand to a frame and stand you under it. Lifting your hand, I place your wrist in the shackle dangling on the right of the frame. As I place your left wrist in it’s the shackle, you begin to tremble. Your thoughts race, your heart pounds as I look into your eyes and your fears are erased. You trust me with your very life. I bend down placing the shackles on your ankles, first the right and then the left. Rising, I come close to you, my eyes never leaving yours, yours never leaving mine. I place your lips on mine in a soft gentle kiss, just before placing, a ball gag in your mouth. You watch as I cross the room and turn to the table. When I turn around you see a leather paddle and four leaf clover nipple clamps, on a silver chain. Your eyes widen and you watch as I come close to you and stroke your breasts. Taking your nipples between my fingers, I roll them and tweak them until they are swollen and erect. You arch your back. I fasten one clamp and adjust it till it bites onto your right nipple. Your body quivers. The other clamp I place on your left nipple and pull the chain, tightening it until a deep moan escapes your throat.
Your body strains against the shackles as you watch me pick the paddle up. I come behind you and run the paddle over the curve of your bottom getting the feel of it; you moan again, your back arching. I suddenly whack your bottom and your body reacts, straining against the shackles. I see your bottom reddening and whack it again, repeating until each cheek has received five harsh blows. You groan and I carefully watch your eyes, checking your level of discomfort. I pull the silver chain, causing your back to arch, your eyes filled with fire lifting to meet mine. I lift the chain until your breasts are exposed, attaching the chain to a small hook. I return to the table selecting a small flogger. I swing the flogger testing it. Your pleading eyes follow mine as I near. I gently caress your cheek only seconds before a swing of the flogger strikes your left breast and then your right. Your back arches and you once again test my restraints.
My hand reaches down to rub your mound. I whisper. “Mmmmmm, you are quite wet for me.” I stroke your clit making it aroused. I run the small flogger over your mound and look into your eyes, you hear me ask “You know what this is for don't you?” Your body quakes as I rapidly but with much less force strike your aroused, wet mound five times, listening to the wet spanking sounds. Confident now, I place a blindfold over your eyes and remove the ball gag. I kiss you deeply; You eagerly return my kiss with hunger. Breaking the kiss I go to the table and return with a large flogger as your body visibly trembles. I whack your bottom in sudden random strokes, repeating until your bottom glows red. Once again I place my hand on your mound and slide my fingers up and down between your lips, rubbing your aroused clit. I pull the silver chain. I feel your wetness cover my hand. I whisper your name. I whisper “you are so beautiful.” The strokes grow more urgent.
You whisper “please, do not stop now.”
I hold you in place, stroking your clit faster now.
Your back arches and your wetness flows over my hand as I stroke your clit faster. I command “ hold as long as you can, my sweet”.
“Yes”, you murmur.
“Cum now, my sweet,” I whisper to you. You whimper and your body shudders as orgasmic wave after wave rolls through your body. “You are such a sexy woman, my sweet,” I unfasten you and carry you to the bed. You raise your eyes to mine. I gently position you on all fours. I take a pillow for your head, and stroke your back, kissing it. I kiss your bottom as it is still red, spreading your thighs, I spread your butt cheeks and insert my lubed finger into your anus, moving in and out...feeling you. You moan. Playing with your anus with my finger...I slide a bullet vibe against your aroused clit. You shudder, feeling the sensations of stimulation.
Holding the vibe in place..I move my body higher, pressing my hips against your butt...and then gently push my lubed cock between your butt cheeks. I push gently, deeply inside you, holding your hips with my hand as my other hands fits under you, pressing the vibe against your clit. You bite your lip to keep from crying out as I carefully push back and forth. Thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke, You push back against my body, moaning in pleasure, your body quivering. Holding you close, I reach to caress your breasts, feeling your aroused clamped nipples. I thrust deeper, leaning forward, kissing the nape of your neck. You moan, “ I”m cumming”. Your body pushes against me, you feel the orgasmic wave sweeping over your body. Your body quivers from the intensity. I feel your ass tighten around my cock. Your wetness covers my hand. “cum with me, my sweet”, I moan as my orgasm fills you with my cum. I slip out, turning you to face me, and pull you close to me, holding you, taking you in my arms. I hold you, kissing your lips. Our kiss is deep and loving, I hold you in my arms and stroke your face as you fall asleep in my arms.
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I'm a butt watcher~
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Veröffentlicht:26. Mai 2017, 19:00 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:28. Mai 2017, 16:23 Uhr 4580 Aufrufe
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I confess
that I am
a butt watcher
and attend a
12 step program
for butt watchers;
it's not helping
me very much
because everywhere
I look I see
beautiful butts:
fats butts, skinny
butts, sagging butts;
melon butts; tight
butts, wabbling butts;
perfect butts; narrow butts,
wide butts, yes
I am addicted
to watching butts;
I've never seen a
butt I didn't enjoy watching.
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Room 669
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Veröffentlicht:23. Mai 2017, 20:13 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:24. Mai 2017, 5:08 Uhr 8161 Aufrufe
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Your hands had never been bound before. Even now, hours after he'd tied you, the welts were still visible. You rubbed your wrists for the hundredth time and pulled your cuffs down low to conceal them. You had a presentation at work today, and this was the last thing you needed the Board to see. Your hands trembled as you smeared on your lipstick.
"Will you let me bind you?"
In hindsight, it had been rather foolish, but the risk only fueled your desire. He could have suggested anything and you would have done it. Stupid, but you'd have been unable to stop yourself. You glanced at the clock. Time to get a move on.
You grabbed your keys, made your way downstairs and marched to the subway. You found an empty seat, and as the train rolled out of the station you thought about him again.
There had been plenty of empty seats at the hotel bar last night, but he had taken the one right beside you, cutting you off from the other customers. You knew he wanted you then. He was hot and you were open to seeing where this would go.
He started a casual, friendly conversation that engaged your interest as small talk led to suggestive innuendo. After sharing a few drinks, he startled you when he said “ I'm staying in room 669. I'm going up to take a shower now, if you're interested, come up. If not, you have a pleasant evening.” You smiled.
He beckoned the barman over and settled his tab. As he slid off the chair, he gave you one last look. "669. I think you'd enjoy me."
And then he was gone. Without a backward look, he left the bar. From where you sat you could see him summon the elevator. When he turned to face the door our eyes made contact for just a sizzling second. Then the door closed and he was gone.
Your mind was a muddle. You couldn't remember how long it had been since you'd fucked someone. The sensible voice in your head was quiet now, and all you could think of was how good it might be, and how stupid it would be to walk away from such an opportunity. And yet you knew nothing about this man. The risk was all yours. If you were thinking straight, you would reproach yourself for even considering it. You couldn't blame the wine. You'd been perfectly sober when he walked into the bar, perfectly in control. But from the second he'd sat down beside you, you'd known where this was going.
"669. I think you'd enjoy me"
The barman probably knew exactly what was going on and you hated him for that. You stared into his eyes as he ran your bill but his poker-face was in place and he gave nothing away at all. You signed your tab and said thanks, slipped ten bucks under your glass, and headed for the ladies' room as nonchalantly as you could manage, determined not to embarrass yourself by sprinting for the elevator. Inside, you stood in front of the mirror, your heart thumping against your ribs as you touched up your makeup. You were still kidding yourself that you wouldn't go, when you knew otherwise. Wild horses couldn't have stopped you. Your panties were sodden, your nipples were so stiff they ached. You barely recognized this stranger who stared back at you, face flushed, eyes sparkling, shiny lips parted with desire
"669. I think you'd enjoy me".
As the elevator lights blinked past each floor, your anxiety increased. Your palms were sweating and you kept wondering what would happen on the other side of that door.
Room 669 was situated at the far end of the corridor. You paused outside, staring at the little spy-hole, not daring to knock. You were suddenly very aware of how foolish this was -- and the weight of all the risk hit you at once. But you wanted what was on the other side of the door. So you knocked.
There was no look of surprise on his face, no “I knew you would come”-- nothing. He simply smiled pleasantly and stood aside so you could pass through.
"Nice suite," you said, for something to say, something to cover the awkwardness.
"Make yourself comfortable." He pointed to the bottle of wine nestled in an ice bucket by the television. "Pour us both a drink. I'm going to have a shower. You want one?"
"I'm good thanks."
"Take your clothes off and wait for me."
He had already uncorked the bottle. Your hands were shaking as you poured two glasses. You got a warm buzz as yet more alcohol entered your system. You weren't' drunk, just comfortable. It was a pleasant suite. And there was a large, black sports bag on the bed. Other than that, there didn't seem to be anything else of his.
While the shower hissed in the background, you walked to the window and pulled back the sheer curtain.
The room should have had a sweeping view of the valley, but it was dark, and you entertained yourself by figuring out what landmark was marked by each cluster of lights. It was impossible, but it killed a little time. Funny. Admiring the view, you were comfortable. Looking back into his room, you felt lost.
The shower stopped. And you were still dressed.
Take your clothes off and wait for me.
You kicked off your heels, and as quick as your hands would allow, you pulled off your pants, hose, and panties. And yet you still had on your blouse which still kept everything modest. For some reason, you couldn't remove that. You pulled your bra out through your sleeves and draped it over a chair with the other clothes.
He emerged from the shower wearing nothing but a crisp white towel around his waist. He kept in good shape, and your eyes followed the flow of his damp chest hair down whittling down toward his mid-section. His legs were long and firm, and he was drying his hair with a second towel. He said nothing about your blouse, but picked up his wine glass and took a sip of it, gazing at you over the rim. You wondered what he was thinking.
He put the glass down, walked over, and kissed you on the lips. His kiss was gentle at first, not probing, and your skin tingled as his mouth grazed yours. You tasted the wine on him and inhaled the strong, woody musk of the shower gel that oozed from all his pores. His hands remained resolutely on your hips, not moving.
"Take off your shirt."
You stopped breathing. He took a step back and just watched you. You had hoped he would take it off himself, maybe after you both were rolling around on the bed, but no. He wanted to do this by the window, and with a good few feet between us. Your heart raced -- terrified -- but so turned on. Slowly you raised the blouse over your head -- not to tease him, but because you were shaking so much. You couldn't have managed the buttons if you tried. After the blouse fell to the floor, you crossed your arms over your chest.
"Put your hands by your side."
Trembling, you did as he asked.
He studied you for a moment, unashamedly staring at your imperfect breasts. You thought them a little too big, and you wished the nipples sat a little higher. His eyes swept unchecked over your body, from your lowered eyes to your locked legs. It was a miracle your knees didn't give way beneath you.
"Will you let me bind you?"
You felt giddy and aroused and unsure of yourself all at the same time. Your nod was almost imperceptible. You were sure he caught it but he didn't move. "Yes," you said. There was a tremor in your voice.
He grabbed the bag off the bed and pulled some rope out from inside.
"Put out your hands."
You did as you was told, and he wrapped the cords around your wrists. The rope was secure, but not so tight as to cut off your circulation. When he was done, he led you to the bed.
"Lie down on your belly."
Using your knees, you climbed up the bed toward the pillows. You couldn't quite get comfortable, but he reached over you and arranged things carefully so your neck wasn't strained and your hands were comfortably looped over your head. Then you felt him position himself between your legs and heard a slight 'pop.' You tried to turn to see what the sound was.
"Just relax."
The smell of baby oil was unmistakable. You closed your eyes as he rubbed the lotion into your shoulders, lifted your hair to massage your neck, then down over your back and along your arms, all the while rubbing in a firm, sensual, circular motion that left you yearning for more.
Every now and then his hand would catch the sides of your breasts, perhaps by accident, perhaps not, and you would groan into the pillow.
After a while, he shuffled back. You heard him splash more lotion into his palms. His experienced hands fanned from your upper buttocks to your waist, then drifted, down, down again, covering every sensuous centimeter of skin which reeled under his touch. Your alert mind tracked every movement, always conscious of exactly where he was, yet longing for him to venture south to more exotic pastures.
But he was in no hurry, and he lingered a while in that territory until there was no stress left in your body and you became one with the bed and his hands. Ever so gently he teased the folds of your butt, rubbing the oil all around. But though you caught your breath he only pressed his finger at your opening -- he never pushed inside.
And then his fingers brushed your clit. you were an erotic fireball, and you moaned into your pillow. Tease that he was, he stopped and resumed caressing your butt cheeks. You yearned for him to touch you again, but he had his own agenda and you could do nothing but lie there and want, want, want.
You arched up to him, anticipating every touch, drowning in the desire he provoked in you. You were ready to beg him to fuck you. Your pussy was awake now, and it demanded attention. But still, he just stroked and kneaded and worked you into an ecstatic fury.
He must have decided the time was right because his finger ran the length of your slit. You almost levitated off the bed and thrust back hard to trick his hand inside you. But he was in control, and you had no choice except to submit to his gentle brushes and tender probes.
Somewhere in your head, you were aware of your bonds and the slight burn where you fought against your restraints. But you were beyond feeling pain. There was only him, and the delight his fingers elicited on your clit. Round and round he caressed that engorged button until he had you squirming on the bed like an angry snake.
By the time your release came, you were savage, screaming out at the top of your lungs, oblivious to the sleeping souls in the rooms around us.
Then, and only then, did he flip me over. You vaguely registered a hearty, sheathed cock lowering down between your legs and when he entered, you gasped. Your pussy enveloping his dick and sucking him into your wet and dark abyss.
Every thrust sent an echo of that orgasm through your body, and you wanted to hold him, to tear at his muscles and pull him into you.
His mouth was on yours. His kiss was as deep and penetrating as his cock. Your body arched as flesh teased flesh, and when you closed your eyes you focused on his dick, pulling on your pussy folds, then sinking back in to connect with your womb.
The aroma of sex was heavy in the room, your mutual sweat permeating the air and circling around your bodies. His fucking became hard and determined, and your delight intensified as his cock thickened and he pulsed his cum inside you.
Down, down and down you both cum, your head free of all thoughts and concerns. There was only the memory of your mutual orgasms, still hanging in the room like a delightful fog. As your breathing became normal, He kissed your mouth, neck, and nipples. You groaned a little as his cock slipped away from you. You felt the loss of it -- and the certainty that at least for now, and perhaps forever, this moment was done.
With a gentleness that surprised you, he untied your wrists, lightly rubbing the skin where the cords had chaffed. He kissed the inside of your wrist, and opened your palm, kissing that too. you melted.
You had forgotten you were naked. you didn't mind that you were, anymore.
"You are beautiful,' He said.
For once, you didn't argue.
As the train rattled through the subway tunnels, you closed your eyes and remembered that final moment. You still had today to get through. But then there would be tonight. And room 669.
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Good Vibrations
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Veröffentlicht:20. Mai 2017, 19:51 Uhr
Zuletzt aktualisiert:21. Mai 2017, 12:34 Uhr 4675 Aufrufe
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She lays on the bed with vibrator in hand...
Wondering just how much of this she can stand...
She turned it on low and the humming began...
Sensations of pleasure throughout her body and hand...
As her hands did roam over every inch and curve...
She felt sensuous and alive within every nerve...
Next she turned it on high and her pulse quickened in time...
For her pussy was now wet and felt so sublime...
Faster it worked to bring pleasures galore...
And then she sees him watching from the door...
She felt the waves of passion so exquisitely near...
Her moans of pleasure now graced his ears...
She continued to tremble from the orgasmic release...
And that's when the vibrator from her body did ease..
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