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nero101 -> what do you think of my opening message? (2/4/2014 4:32:05 PM)
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hi girls, not in the habit of copy/pste messages but i wrote this to acknowledge my intent from the getgo, its more detailed than most of its type, would love to hear your opinions on it
hey, nothing too serious here, just putting it out that im looking for a little fucktoy like you for a short term relationship while im working on my next project. i like the idea of a sugardaddy/babygirl deal, allowances and all with an aspect of slave roleplay, humiliation, 1 0n 1 and group. its come to my attention that my page is blank, its all up for me to see so dont know what the problem is. if your interested i can send it all, pics and introduction, but fo now enjoy a story i wrote about a girl and forced orasms When I Top, my favorite thing is bringing my partner to a forced, mind-shattering orgasm. Although there are many ways to do this, here is one of my favorites; it is based on a scene I did not that long ago: The first thing I do is make sure my partner feels completely safe. I listen carefully to her desires, her concerns, and read between the lines to get a full picture of what turns her on and what fears might make her shut down. With all of that in mind, I begin to undress her, and as I do so my hands lightly touch her body. I run my fingers along her skin to activate her erotic circuits, kissing her here and there. It is a very sensual experience for us both. Once she is fully undressed, I start tying her up. The key here is immobility, and keeping her legs open. I need access to those places that will light her up like the aurora borealis, and for her to have no choice but to be lit up for as long as I desire. I want her to feel how helpless she is, yet also contained and held. I start with a blindfold. Her senses must be focused on the physical sensations, not the scenery above the bed. Then I strap a panel-gag around her head and under her chin, making verbal communication impossible. Next I put her hands into heavy leather fist mittens; taking away her ability to use her fingers, she knows that there's no getting out without my help. Finally, I put a strict posture collar around her neck. Now she is comfortable, but very helpless. And she knows it! I lead her to the bed, and with my hands and verbal instructions I get her into a spread-eagle position. I put soft leather restraints around each wrist and ankle, and use lengths of rope to pull each limb to a corner of the bed, until she is tightly bound but comfortable enough for the long haul. Now I stand back and admire the sight before me. Beautiful! I can't help but to run my hands up and down her body, creating electric sensations wherever I go. I lightly drag my fingers all over her body, alternating between the soft tips and scratchy nails. Occasionally I trace a line up the inside of her thigh toward her pussy, but then veer off before touching her there -- for now. I like to build the anticipation. Her frustration grows as I kiss and bite her in all her tender areas. When I get to her breasts, I hold her nipple between my teeth while flicking it with my tongue, biting down harder and then letting up while my free hand pinches and rolls her other nipple. Then I switch sides. I take note of her responses, to what's happening when she moans, or thrashes, or arches her back. In this way she tells me exactly how to play her body for maximal pleasure. As her excitement mounts, so does her frustration. I let that build for awhile. The more frustrated she feels now, the more intense her orgasms will be later. Eventually she will be moaning almost continuously, asking for more but unable to say so directly. When the time is right, I will answer her pleas, but only to build more tension and more sexual energy. I lean down and softly kiss her pussy. I lick it very lightly, just once. She moans again in frustration. Then I reach down with my thumb and get some of her copious juices on it, then gently massage her clitoris. She responds instantly, moaning and arching her back simultaneously. I continue to use slow, regular strokes, building the pleasure and intensity over time. My other hand lightly touches her thighs and the inside of her legs. I like to compound the sensations so there is more than just one going on at once. Slowly, I accelerate the pace of stroking her clit. Her body thrashes more and more, but she cannot move far. All that tension from straining against her bonds has nowhere to go but back into her sexual circuits, creating a cycle of ever-increasing sexual energy. I have no idea what is going on in her mind, but her body tells me that she is enjoying herself immensely. Eventually, I feel her getting close to orgasm, so I stop what I'm doing and just watch her sweaty, undulating body. The moment passes, and I let the energy drop down even more. She is panting and her moans are nearly screams, wanting release, but it won't come just yet. When she is more settled, I start up again. This time I put first one and then two fingers inside her pussy, making sure they are well-lubricated by her own juices before I really go at it. Her pleasure -- and relief -- is palpable! I put my left hand lightly on her abdomen just above her pubic bone, and continue using my fingers to reach up inside and find her prostate/G-spot. Every woman's G-spot is different, but it's usually at the top (from a prone position) and near the entrance. I take a few moments to explore and find where it sits in her body -- and how it responds! Again, I just have to notice her responses to know when I've hit the right spot. Immobile and unable to see, her entire consciousness is focused on the pleasure I'm giving her, amped up by the utter helplessness she consented to. She has long since let go of any illusion of control, and now she is completely immersed in the experience. Her only desire is that I continue to play her like an instrument. That is my desire, as well. With her excitement building her G-spot swells, making it easier to stimulate. The light pressure I put just above her pubic bone squeezes her prostate from the other side and adds to the intensity of sensation. I keep stroking the spot, and then use my thumb to stimulate her clit at the same time. A loud moan comes through the gag, and I know she's almost ready. I increase the pace of my strokes, and as she thrashes around I just follow her around with both of my hands. There is nowhere she can go that I cannot follow! Finally, she gets her release and I feel her ejaculate all over my hand. I slow down a bit, but I keep stroking her G-spot. I can feel the vibrations of her orgasming uterus. I smile to myself, and keep going. We've only just gotten started. Over the next 45 minutes, she has more orgasms than either of us can count. Sometimes I give her a moment to catch her breath, other times I keep it up so that one orgasm blends into the next. I also move my free hand around her body, leaving no part of her neglected. She is sweating profusely, and I can only imagine her delirious mental state. Eventually, her energy starts flagging and mercifully, I slowly pull my fingers out. Leaning down I give her another soft kiss on her dripping pussy, and then begin to set her free. I start with just her gag at first, and lay down beside her, lightly stroking her exposed arms, chest, and abdomen. How was that? I ask, already knowing the answer. Oh. My. FUCKING. God! What the fuck was that? You liked it?
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