Feeling some blonde action… man I’m tired…

I invented the tele-transporter. It was in my mind the whole time. I figured I was a mass of atoms, that what held them all together to make me could become myself there.. and dissipate where I was.. I figure it out.

(this is fictitious btw, just in case you didn’t notice!)

So I went to her… I kissed her, she got bugged, a bit frightened that I appeared out of the dust around her… but she saw me make out with her, kiss her, bite her neck. I then pulled her down over me as I sat back over the bed in her workshop. She tried to get away, but I didn’t let her. I just bit her a little harder on her neck and ears the more she struggled. I pulled her hair back and said…. “I came here for you, to give you what I was, right now.. ” I could feel myself build, and she was warm, but she relaxed more, trying to turn her head to look at me.. but I just pulled her clothes off her and then lifted her small frame onto me.

I pushed up into her, she was wet and warm, waiting for me, sliding down onto me as if she belonged there… but what had me more was the other person there.

Little did i notice but another person tele-transported to where we were. My girl gasped, her box tightening on my cock, still wet and warm, she tried to twist and turn and run away, there was another beautiful, older lady looking down on us.

I popped out, what was this!?

But I smiled, I recognized her.. crazy lady! she came to watch. She whispered something into my girls ear, sill over me, then she grabbed my cock and guided it into my girl again.

My girl started to move, I could feel her gush inside, soaking and wanting.. I was turned on, she began to fuck over me, onto me, into me, I could feel myself release, and I held her over me as she bounced onto me. I could feel strange warm hands cupping my balls, playing with them as I got harder and harder, I wanted this, my girl just moaned, louder and louder, fucking me as if she owned me, her eyes in wantom lust glaring at the stranger watching us. But she wuold stop. She didn’t stop. And I couldn’t take it more, my chest heaving, I arch my hips and push myself into her, to split her as I fill her up with who I was. She cried in dominance as she smirked at the stranger playing with my emptying sack. “He’s mine”.

The air was thick. After gaining vision from the brain splitting orgasm, I could feel my cum drip down from the hole that just took my all, and looked around, I looked into the eyes of the lady, she smiled, thankful, pinched my balls and vanished.

But before she went, I swear I saw her thighs wet, dripping, a small trail of her liquids running down….

I bite my girl in the neck…

Tele-transportation.

I have not been with two girls at once. It seems I have a guy friend whom I have made out drunk at parties often (sometimes not remembering) and now my girlfriend has been in bed with him and me at the same time, he often stepping too far. Now last weekend they made out infront of me again, I had permission, but I wanted her to make out with me after, that was the only condition. Out of defiance and offense, she was hurt and wanted to hurt me back (for me making out with a girl in a club randomly a couple of weeks prior)…. and she did……

Now…. all these politics, the fears that I am competing to being more than a friend of mine to keep my girl, being afraid that she doesn’t love me or that I am the worser man for her, that I am the one that isn’t for her because he is the one that cares for her better emotionally…. I don’t know. I get so insecure.

But then she tells me…. Noone else can turn her on like I do.. but then I get so nervous, she mentioned that he can’t turn her on like I can.. does that mean he turns her on? OH NO!!!!!

Sometimes I get so angry I just run away, stop the cab when I’m in there with her, and walk away…. sometimes I do that… then she might say “He wouldn’t do that.”… and it is like a knife to my soul.


Yes, I’m a dick sometimes, yes, I walk away from fights after yelling and fighting and being somewhat morally or verbally abusive…… and lately, sometimes out of physical control, just wanting to shut her up, put her in her place, and make her obey.

I hold her, she can’t escape.

I get scared, she gets scared.. this is a dager to her soul.

I blame it on tequila.


But fuck.. I used to be a patient man, who doesn’t give a fuck about anything.. it was my philosophy.




But now here I am, insecure, afraid, alone, and unsure. She must feel the same. There are times I remind myself that I shouldn’t be afraid, that it all should be ok, and it all works out…. but that is that.. here I am.


I shouldn’t be afraid, or should I?


What am I afraid? That she will find love in someone else because she finds no love from me… and that would devastate me.

But at the same time, if she enjoyed another mans love but loved me, and had love from me, we were ok…. and full with each other, and I was a priority, a center…. that WOULD be ok.

I would have loved to see her make out with my friend in the club if she had only kissed me the same way if not more afterwards…

But she wanted to hurt me…………. punish me.




Terrible night.

Final point: I wonder what it would be like with another girl instead?

Maids… why does it seem like an erotic idea? And… sharing cum???? Why.. does this appeal to me? Why?

Why?

Well… let’s begin…. I am a submissive man, but in personality I am far from that. In reality I shut up, follow instructions, but burn inside to take the lead, control and tell everyone what to do. I want to control my world, my work is perfection because that is what it is about… 3D work and controlling my graphical world, my stories.. I am a leader and I want to control. I want to dominate. I want.. her to obey me. I want to tell her that she shouldn’t feel sad, that she should crave happiness, crave me. I want her to listen to me and follow me, trust me, and work with me. I want her to follow my lead and to adventure with me, follow what I want to explore. I want her to be by my side even if I don’t know where I am going, and still trust me. I don’t want her to complain, but be grateful that I am trying to give her what I can. I want her to crave me though…

So a maid…

She serves me, she obeys me, she does her work without me telling her to, she knows her duties, her boundaries. She knows that she must follow my lead and trust me blindly. She knows I will provide, house, and my matters will be my own, they are not her place.. but at the same time she is in my very life and living space. She is there, with me, at all times.

And I can trust her.

I want her to crave the desire to please me, to want me. I want her to worship me and look up to me.

This picture has two of them, imagine that multiplied by two… and imagine them craving me so much that they would share it from their mouths before me.

NO THAT… is ideal.

I would want to be a full man for this, not my pansy self…

But sometimes I am so afraid, not sure if really I am being too rude or mean, abusive.

I don’t want to be abusive………………….

So all of this I still don’t understand, how to control my woman. She often controls me more………..

This is all what it’s all about.. liberation for her to let it go, do what she always wanted to do… and even for myself also, live the fantasy that I always dreamed of, not let emotions, complicated relationship and history, no harm, no pain, just….. forgiveness all around, no awkward moments.. meh.. I’m getting too ideal. I wish it was this simple, like in the pictures. I wish I had friends and partners who would do this. I wish I didn’t have a family or culture that would look down on it. I wish a lot of things… So I like the art of seducing.. people.. making think it’s their idea to endulge in what I’d love to endulge in. Yes.. i get nervous and don’t follow through.. but I like the idea. I want to make people do what they secretly want to do…. and do it with them, do what I want to secretly do with them… yeah, I want that. 

And.. having a couple of people, just a couple, like 2.. open up just a little, one anon and another special… makes this all the more worthwhile - bring out the secrets. This is why I blog, this is what it’s all about.. and this is just a great post with a great reminder for a great future and life….

Heaven can be on earth.

Pardon my gushiness.

(Source: afury)

That are tanned, lost in the moment, heated by the sun, wet and hot, humid and covered in sweat. I want to be there, over heating from the weather and the activity. I want to be lost in such a sensory overload that am my worries and fears will fade. I want to leave my problems to wait, they will always be till death, so let me just fuck it, and escape… Every now and then.

I want to be there, hard and in, covered in her juice, hard and firm. I want to watch the other girl spring on her face, I want to know another girls lips smear and taint my girls lips. I want to kiss her after and do it knowingly, that she was marked by another girl, while she was mine.. I want to escape.

The way she looks into the camera with her eyes, the center of their attention. She has the control, pushed there. She looks vengeful, like… I don’t know…

Sometimes when we fight… sometimes me and my girl get so low with what we say over facebook and the phone. She gets locked up, like an electrical pulse tensioning the her muscles to a stiff log… she then speaks things that are aimed to hit home.. like going with some other guy or her “bitch”.. a series of guys she used for fucks, nothing more. A booty call, on demand. I dunno… if she ever did get that angry to the point that she would do that just to piss me off.. I think it would do the oppossite.. and I’d wanna watch. And then fuck her senseless after she’s covered.

Sometimes…. we fight… sometimes we do.. sometimes it’s childish, sometimes I’m a dick, sometimes we are not nice to each other…

And as much as a fight might escalate into this - I am happy we can both say sorry, and forgive each other. There is no feeling better than being forgiven for what you have done.. and as humbling it is to say sorry…. sometimes the fight is not worth it. I was wrong… I am wrong… it was wrong.. please forgive me….

But if you ever do come to get so angry as to do something like this, can you take pictures? Or even… have me watch?

Or better yet… maybe I’ll just punish you with this……………….

Silly mind…

I’m thinking to start a role playing game with my audience, in other wise you… I love my life and see the people of the street… But fail to come to a sense of content. My imagination gets the best of me.. Then I think of sex with friends, sharing my girlfriend, a sex community and social circles, a lewed life style.

The traditional faithful relationship that includes no other person in bed.. The life of living as one with another… I dunno.

I am starting to face concepts of singularity. I am one being.. Yes there after two genres, and many other people out there… My girlfriend and parents and practically everyone in my life will definitely disagree if think sex and love nans two into one…

But there is my mind.

So once when I used to have a girl, we lived and shared a lot together, even a very drug influenced 4-some and kissed men together. We went to gay clubs together. I was good at picking up cougars there oddly enough. Anyway…. We had a time apart and it got stained with the time and distance, nearly a year in intermittent months.

I started writing her a novel on a sexual escapade near the end to try find common ground to hold us together. We started to fight a lot. So I stayed experimenting with a different kind of relationship with her. I felt unloved by the distance and her life, family and university and work. I felt always last.. So I started the novel, secuaces situations with her, trying to understand. I even tried including her in my life and sexuality by going with an older guy to experiment abs walk with her through it… Try live something with her and communicate, maybe as response to my feeling unloved. She didn’t take to our lightly and stayed to have full on sexual relations with a Mexican guy. She good or from me as I was with the older Jewish rabbi and then I stopped cause I want so into the experience, though the time where he stayed to fuck my face, though nearly making me gag, left me strangely aroused and my body was tingling. Never felt so good like that, but I was embarrassed for liking it so much, that I stopped and washed up later.

But in the end, I have no idea how this affected me. I just have strange itches. Urges. Strange thoughts..

The second picture remind me of a friend of mine, the one who had my girlfriend while she was on top of me.. I could imagine him doing things like this.. Not sure.. It’s all a bit exploratory. We don’t know what we are doing.

This is quite the rant, nothing important and probably not relevant to today, as I wrote this a long time ago. But here it is, going public.

Yeahp.. she’s my girl, and I wrote this for her the other night. It’s groupy material, I really enjoyed the story, and so did she. Hope you like it!

mimarimey
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I wrote a story for my girl lastnight… this is how it went, and how she liked it..  <3

12:49am
He:
She heard him come home. He was early. She had been waiting for him. He unloaded his things, taking his time. Would he be tired? Would he want to stay up and chat? Why was he home early? Should she close her laptop? Would he notice? Too late. He came in, smiled. He did look disheveled, saw her nipple firm and hard, lazily loped out. He looked at what was on her screen, and chuckled to himself.

 
12:49am
He:
“Oh my gosh, he saw it: She thought to herself.

“So.. That is what… you… want?” He grinned, looking dead into my eyes. I could feel my face burn in shame. I didn’t know what to do.
 
12:50am
He:
He pushed me into the bed, pinning my arms down. He was rough, mean, almost painful. He flipped me over to my face and pushed my head into the pillow. I could hardly breathe. I could hear him pulling his pants back as he held me there with his one large hand, holding my arms up over my head. He pulls my panties down over my legs, but doesn’t pull them off fully, he hits me, hard, with a loud crack, a slap.
 
12:50am
He:
I was warm already, wondering what he would do. Was he going to punish me for what I was looking at?
 
12:50am
He:
Crack, another hard slap, forcing my back to arch. It stung, I knew he was playfully angry.. But gosh, did I want him. I wanted him now. I could feel his cock resting on my legs, pinned to the bed.
Crack.
He pulls my legs apart, his precum already dripping over my thigh, it was warm, hot, thick, heavy.. And he kept on holding me down, I could hardly breathe. I knew my ass would be red by now.
“So that is what you want eh?”
Crack. He’s punishing me, for my dirty mind, for my impatience. Is that why he got home early?
Crack. Oh my, just fuck me already.
His fingers forcefully touched my slits, wet and ready, his fingers rolling in my oil. I was hot and ready, he didn’t put them in, he just played with me. I started to coo, this was exactly what I wanted.
Slap.
He hits me again.
I cry out, that hurt.. But it turned me on so much.
He dips his finger in then bites my back, sending shivers down my spine. Slap. He then lowers his mouth, biting as he goes around my spine. Crack. He pushes his hand down between my thighs and plays with me, feeling me gaping wide for him. Crack. He then thrusts his fingers in, then out. Crack.
 
12:50am
He:
“Come in now” - he says in a loud voice. It wasn’t directed to me.. I try to turn, but then he pushes me into the pillow even harder. Crack!
I hear foot steps. Oh god.
 
12:51am
She:
can’t wait to have the rest
 
12:52am
He:
“Have her.” I couldn’t breathe. Who was this!? What was happening!? No no no no no, this was just a fantasy!
He sits on my back, his hands firmly gripping my arms over my head. His wet fingers soaked from my cunt forced into my mouth. I tried to see, but could not. He then pulls his hand from my mouth and reaches back to pull my leg out.
I could feel the presence, the foreign body. I could feel it’s gaze down upon me. It was strong, there. I couldn’t believe it. Was this really happening?!
 
12:53am
She:
=O
 
12:53am
He:
His free hand carresed my red and stinging ass, it felt tingly, it opened the lips to my cunt, feeling how wet I was. It spread it around, over my ass, over everything. I couldn’t stop turning on!
Two strong foreign hands grip my ankles.
(good?)
Warm, large hands. The ran up my legs, I tried to move, kick, struggle, but I couldn’t. He held me down, those hands stopped my legs, pulling them even further apart.
This can’t be happening. I feel his weight over the bed as it’s hands move higher up my legs. He carresed my hair, touching it. “Shhhh”…. He held me, there, waiting, holding me. I could hardly breathe, I started to panic.
He notices, CRACK
I stop struggling. I could feel it move closer to me, I knew he had full view. I was shamefully turned on, I had to obey.
 
12:59am
He:
Then I felt hit, two firm hands grab my red ass cheeks, and pull them apart. I felt a cock. A warm, strange cock, it’s tip wet from precum. It was firm, hard, strange. I didn’t know it, it was different. It’s gurth was completely alien, and there it was, resting on my asshole.
Crack! My boy’s hands hit me near this cock. I must have struggled. Hold still.
 
12:59am
He:
It just rested there, for a moment, they sat there, I was completely at their mercy. I was powerless, and I was so turned on.
“Please no, please.. Don’t let him.. Please……” I beg
CRACK
It hurt, I could feel my boy’s cock on my back, leaking cum, turned on, firm, heavy, and I could feel another cock resting in the crack of my ass.
“No….” he responds.
The other cock pulls back, the foreign hands pull my thighs apart, and his cock enters me, sliding in with ease, force, and power.
My man sitting on me holds me down as I try struggle.
This can’t be happening
The foreign cock felt strange, but I felt warm, filled with an alien and unknown presence
My man holds my hands and hushs me. then the cock begins to push, then pull, the full weigh of the body sliding in from behind me as I was pushed into the bed.
Did he know of what I saw? Was he punshing me for such fantasies?
I started to cry,
CRACK
I was too shamefully turned on, this cock felt so good
the 4 hands on my body, holding me down
their bodies holding me down
his strange cock filling me
CRACK
I wanted it to stop
But I didn’t
(estas alli?)
 
1:04am
She:
this is great….. and against all my desire of… not touching myself
 
1:05am
He:
touch yourself.
tell me you are..
 
1:06am
She:
I am all turned on…
wet…
I feel like… contracting my vagina… like wanting you there
 
1:06am
He:
I felt it grow, he pushed and pushed into me, the foreign man, then my man got up and left me free. I got up onto all fours, trying to get away, but the mans hands pulled me back into his cock.
He held me there, I tried to struggle, but then my boys cock pushed itself into my face.
I open my mouth, and I feel his precum taint my mouth.
He holds my face up and looks into my eyes, I plead with him as the man inside me begins to ram into me, pulling my hips back into him as I rock back and forth over my mans cock. I couldn’t help but salivate, licking up my mans flavours, on all four.
I wanted to taste my man, I wanted his cock. It felt so good, it turned me on, this strange cock in me, their 4 hands holding me, rocking me
I began to shake, oh my gosh
 
1:08am
She:
oshtr6q356
 
1:08am
He:
I don’t want to cum, I must not cum
not with his cock in me! I am only his! Only his!!!
ONLY!
FUUUUUCK
I cum, my back arches, I could hear the other mans grunts as my walls contract
I was so ashamed
he kept looking into my eyes, fucking my mouth
he wouldn’t look away, i couldn’t look into them. he held my gaze. I felt so ashamed, so hot, so horny, so wet
I wanted to cum again
i couldn’t. I only cum for my man!
PLEASE, PLEASE cum in my mouth
please use me
I suck hard
his cock behind me kept pummeling me
I moan out loud and it all becomes a blur
The slap slap slap of the foreign cock got faster and faster, and the precum was pouring from my man as he began to moan.
I could feel him nearly peak
I could feel the other guys cock peak
DON’T CUM AGAIN
I try hold it back, I was his. I start to cry… I was his.. i moan.. i was his.. only his…. only who’s!? His?!
I could feel him jerk back, his hands pushing into me… he pushes me back into the other mans cock as he pushes and pushes, they both are about to cum, they both grunting, they both panting
their hands digging into my shoulders and ass and hips
I want to cum, I want them to cum…
 
1:12am
She:
(I came… I want you still)
 
1:12am
He:
wow! You did!? That turns me ooooon so much.
sorry for the raunchy story, wow
yum!
He pushes my head down, and his familiar taste explodes in my mouth, filling my throat, as I try gulp it down, he groans loud as the man pulls out, starts jacking off and cums over my back.
I quiver and feel the hot semen spilling and spraying over my back
i could taste his thick cream all over my tongue as I drink it down
I get up on my knees and jump into my mans arms as he falls back and hold me on top of him, his wet cock between my legs, on my clit
I was dripping wet in my thighs, and I just closed my eyes, shaking, holding him
he held me
“Go now” he says… and I shake in his arms, shaking, body quivering.
I wanted him. I was his, not that other guys.. but I was so ashamed.. it felt so good. i wanted it.. i enjoyed it.. i came..
I could feel his taste all through my mouth.. but I couldn’t look into his eyes..
he holds me… and kisses me gently, never stopping….. I could feel him…… firmly…….. in-between my legs again.
The END.
I am glad you came…….
 

My girlfriend and her friend of hers has quite a slew of awesome ideas.. and I’m a little creative myself, though not too much…. but I do like this one. Seems like a fun party… and the way her hands as clasped into his, must be his girl… and the way the others are watching as the other all start eats her out…. must be a dare, or something he’s doing to her for some reason or another… the beer… it must be a social gathering, the cast on the guys arm, holding her legs back……… maybe it’s some kind of acceptance thing? What on earth is happening!? Why don’t my friends do this!? I’d watch.. =P