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David was a twenty-seven year old postal worker who lived in a quiet suburb. Across from him lived a widow named Jill and her nineteen year old daughter. The daughter was a tall skinny girl with pale skin and freckles on her cheeks. She liked to wear halter tops and short skirts which showed off her round bottom. One Friday as David was coming home from work, he looked up from his newspaper and noticed that Jill’s daughter was sitting cross- legged across the way from him. She had on a yellow halter top with pink roses and a green, pleated skirt. David pretended to be looking at his newspaper, but instead gazed intently at her long legs, shiny with glimmers of perspiration. Although she was thin, the girl had strong legs from all the walking she did weekends, as a waitress at a steakhouse. David’s hands began to feel wet and clammy. The sight of this nubile teen aroused feelings of lust. He thought about rubbing his hand up and down her tight, muscular calves. She was looking out the window watching the route the bus was taking and twisting her brown hair with her finger. David felt jittery as he expected the young female to notice at any moment that he was staring at her. As the bus stopped at a red light, the cute teenager leaned over to scratch her knee uncrossing her legs. Her brown hair fell forward, covering her face. Forgetting to cross her legs, she leaned back and her skirt hiked up half an inch. From his vantage, David could see a strip of white cotton between her legs, covering her pussy. David saw the way the thin material was slightly raised by the outer edge of her young vaginal lips. David waited for her to cross her legs again, but she kept them open. Seeing this pretty teen’s white panties made his lust grow stronger. David was getting an erection that dug into his thigh and he shifted his rump to make himself more comfortable from the ache of his manhood. Just when David thought he was not going to be able to handle the lust that was overwhelming him, the skinny teen stood up holding the metal pole. Her white panties were covered again by the folds of the short, green skirt. The bus was nearing the stop that she meant to get off. David heard a screeching sound as the bus driver slammed on the brakes and turned to one side. The momentum sent her towards David and the skinny teen landed on David’s lap. As she was falling, David dropped the paper, catching her right hip and the left side of her round bottom. She turned around and smiled at David, showing the glittering metal of her braces. David’s left hand was caught between his lap and her peach shaped butt. Through the cotton of her panties, David could feel the heat and sweat of her panty-covered ass. David could also smell her hair: the mixture of natural oils and lemon shampoo had a powerful hold on him. She shifted on David’s lap and his pinky finger slipped into the warm fold of her ass cheeks. “Thanks for catching me,” she said squeezing the strong muscles of David’s upper arm with her left hand. David saw the bus driver get up and exit the bus. As she jiggled on his lap, David was tempted to squeeze her young ass with the hand that she had trapped beneath her. “It was nothing, just my instinct to grab you as you fell,” David replied, noticing a slight tremor in his voice. He was having trouble disguising the lust he felt for this sexy, young teen. She looked intently into David’s green eyes. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” “I think…” David started. Kelly continued, “Now I remember, you live on Hillcrest don’t you?” “Yes, I do,” David smiled at the lovely teenager. David saw the bus driver climbing back on the bus. “I’m sorry,” shouted the bus driver “We ran over a nail in the road, and the spare tire is also flat. I’ve called for another bus which should get here in half an hour.” Several passengers in the bus let out a collective groan. David looked out the bus and saw a gas station which told him where he was. “We are only six or seven blocks from Hillcrest” why don’t I walk you home. She stood up. “Thanks,” she smiled again. On the way home, Jill’s daughter and David talked about his job and her hobby of drying wildflowers. “Well, here I am,” she turned to David at the gate of her picket fence. David smiled at her and said, “My name is David, I didn’t catch your name.” “I’m Kelly” she answered. “Bye.” Kelly walked up the steps of her house and David started to walk home. “Hey!” he heard her call out. David turned around. She walked down the steps and stopped in front of the gate. “David, I wanted to ask you if you were doing anything tonight,” Kelly grabbed tightly to the fence. “I usually watch the weather and NewsCall at seven,” David looked at Kelly, remembering how good it felt to have is hand under her teen ass. “My mom is out of town and I was going to cook some Chinese vegetables. You’re welcome to join me,” Kelly smiled showing her braces. David and Kelly walked into her house and Kelly turned on the television. While Kelly cooked David heard that it was going to be partly cloudy with no rain. After dinner, they played some checkers. David won the first game and let Kelly win the next one. During their third game, David thought it was time get more familiar with Kelly. “Kelly, do you have a boyfriend,” David asked. “No, we broke up last year” Kelly answered. “How about you?” “I’m not involved with anyone now.” David moved his chair closer to Kelly. “David,” Kelly started. “Shhh” David put his finger to his lip and leaned towards Kelly. Kelly closed her eyes and their lips met. David smelled the cherry flavor of her lip balm. Their first kiss was brief but the second was long and wet, David stuck his tongue between her rosy lips and held her head to his. After the kiss, Kelly looked at David as if in a daze. David stood up and lead her to the living room couch. Kelly sat on the couch and David pushed her so she lay down. He watched her for a minute with her legs and arms spread awkwardly about. He kneeled by the couch yanked off her sneakers. While he did this he looked under her skirt and saw her white panties covering her pussy mound. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs. Next, he pushed his head up under her skirt. He began licking Kelly’s white panties with long strokes of his tongue. Pushing in he made a crease with the panties at the cleft of her pussy. Kelly started to let off moans as her arms jerked around looking for something to hold onto. David lifted Kelly’s firm teen ass and pulled her panties down to her knees. He inserted his index finger into her young pussy. Kelly gasped and grabbed onto the edge of the blue couch. David began slowly pushing his finger in and out of her tight pussy. With his other hand, he pulled her panties completely off. David could feel how tight she was with his fingers. He enjoyed giving her pleasure pushing his finger in and out. At the same time, he licked the edges of her vaginal lips. Her pussy juice began to flow and he removed his finger. With two fingers he spread the lips of her pussy and licked at the opening thrusting his tongue in and out of her tight teen pussy. Her moans were getting louder and he knew she was on the verge of cumming. He placed his free hand on her ass cheeks digging his fingers into her firm teen flesh. Her ass was damp with sweat. Kelly could not believe the pleasure she was getting from David. She grabbed his head with both hands trying to pull his tongue into her moist pussy. At the same time she thrust her ass up pushing against his head. Kelly’s moans got louder and higher pitched as David pleasured her with wild licks from his hungry tongue. “Oh God,” she cried. She squeezed her thighs on David’s head crushing his ears with her leg muscles. More juice flowed from her tight pussy as Kelly started cumming into David’s mouth. David enjoyed the pleasure of tasting her sweet cum dripping on his tongue and down his chin. David leaned back and saw Kelly twist her head from side to side still in the throes of ecstasy from her orgasm. David moved to the armrest of the couch and reached over to pull off Kelly’s halter top. Kelly was wearing a pink strapless bra under her yellow top. Kelly opened her eyes and looked up at David with a question on her face. “Take off your bra, dear,” David spoke to her sweetly. Without hesitating, Kelly removed the pink bra, revealing two perky teen tits. Kelly’s breasts were small and pointy, curving up at him. He reached forward and cupped them with his hands. “Do you like them?” asked Kelly. David smiled to show his approval. He kicked off his shoes. With one hand, he pulled her nipples and with the other, he reached under her skirt. This time he stuck his finger in deeper than before and encountered some resistance. “I’ve never,” Kelly spoke, looking up at David with worry in her face. “Relax,” David replied, “I’ll be gentle.” He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, stepping out of his boxers and slacks. Kelly nodded reassured. David unbuckled Kelly’s skirt and looked down at the pale skinny teen with small tits. David leaned forward and took one of her tits in his mouth licking on the nipple. With one hand he fingered Kelly’s pussy. Kelly started to moan again as David moved his mouth assaulting both breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples. David enjoyed the feel of her tight pussy pulling on his finger as she neared her second orgasm. Before Kelly could cum, David removed his finger and kneeled between her legs. He leaned forward and held his cock with one hand and her hip with the other. He pressed his cock at the entrance of her pussy, coating his head with her juices. Instead of pushing in, he rubbed the length of his cock up between her pussy lips, rubbing on her clit. Kelly cried out as she felt his prick pushing up and down on her clit. Next, he pressed his cock into the tight folds of her teen pussy, so that his head disappeared, but the shaft was outside. Without going any deeper, he pushed in and out of her pussy, enjoying the tightness. David was bringing her again to the verge of an orgasm. He waited for the right moment, then pushed forward just as she started to shake with her second orgasm. David’s thrust broke her hymen and she cried out in pain and pleasure as he took her virginity. David relished the tightness of the Kelly’s pussy staying still for a moment and she grabbed his back, digging her nails into his skin. He started slowly moving in and out of her pussy. David had never been held so tightly before. Kelly’s pussy was pulling on his cock like a glove, trying to milk him with each thrust. David kept pushing into Kelly faster and faster enjoying her sweet, young pussy. Kelly looked into David’s green eyes and saw the look of pleasure as he neared his orgasm. David started to moan. The pleasure was incredible sending waves as Kelly’s pussy gripped and squeezed David’s cock. David moaned louder. At the last second, David pulled his cock out of Kelly’s wet pussy and shot a stream of cum onto her belly. The second stream landed on her breast and her chin. David took a facial tissue from the coffee table and wiped the cum of her pale skin. Kelly smiled at David showing of her shiny braces.

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Derek closed his laptop, signaling that it was the end of his work shift. He had spent the last twelve hours working tirelessly on a news article that had been turned down by his boss three times already. In the past month, she had only run one of his articles. He put on his brown jacket and packed his laptop up in his briefcase. It was pathetic how he had allowed himself to fall so far. He took the subway home every night to his lonely apartment in midtown Manhattan. There, no one paid attention to any of the strange faces that passed in the street and every scream was muffled by the sound of the buses honking their horns. He entered a very shabby and dimly lit apartment. He was greeted by his servant, Heather, who was dressed in a form fitting French maid outfit. Her skin was light and pale, with long blonde hair that was braided and out of her face. Her eyes were a soft blue. She wore a black garter belt attached to her nude stockings. On her petite and docile feet was a pair of three-inch heels. The heel was just long enough to give her legs an extra bit of sexiness but not enough to make her taller than he was. She greeted him with her head slightly bowed and her eyes to his shoes. “Welcome home, master,” she said, bending down to her knees. She kissed both of his shoes and kept her head down. “You may take them off,” Derek said, removing his own jacket and placing his briefcase on a table next to the door. He watched as she slowly and gently untied his black dress shoes. Every movement she made was fluid and graceful. It was hard to believe that in high school, she used to be a cheerleader, full of spunk and bursting with energy. Little did he know that she would become this beautiful creature that served him in his own home. Their relationship was not something that many people would understand, even in a city as liberal as New York. He started dating her in college, after a night of partying at a local get together. She had a disease that made her obsessed with servitude. After she had fully blossomed in her junior year of college, she could no longer contain herself and picked him out of the crowd of Hot young men at a party. Why she had picked him, he would never know, but she had given him a night he would always remember- and her virginity. He walked to the bathroom as Heather put his briefcase and jacket away. She always had a hot bath waiting for him to soak into after a long day at work. Next to the tub was a glass of red wine. He quickly undressed, tossed all of his clothes aside, and lowered himself into the steaming hot water. His muscles instantly loosened and he was in a world of relaxation. The wine brought a wonderful warming sensation to his face. Even after four years of having Heather, he would never get bored of her willingness to bend to his every will. After his bath, Heather dressed him in his bathrobe and followed behind him as he walked to the living room. He sat down on a recliner and leaned back, sighing with pleasure. She got on her knees and bowed her head again. “May I please my master?” she asked. “Do so,” he loved it when she asked that question. He leaned back a little more to get himself comfortable. Heather inched herself closer to him and then moved to his crotch. He was already nice and erect for her. She grabbed the base of his penis and opened her little mouth to suck on the head of his cock. “Mmmm…” he moaned softly, feeling the initial wetness of her beautiful lips. She began to swallow more of him, little by little, until his whole cock was deep in her mouth. Her throat was tight but she forced it in anyway. He could feel the back of her throat closing with every thrust as she tried her hardest not to gag on his thickness. His balls tightened up against him as he felt her thrust his cock faster and faster down her throat. “Ugh…” he sighed, watching her blonde head move back and forth rhythmically. “Look up at me,” he commanded. Instantly, her blue eyes looked up innocently at him as she continued to keep sucking him off. “Bleep…” he said, grabbing the armrests of the recliner with both of his hands, “I’m getting so close…” She knew exactly what to do. With a finger, she reached under his balls and pressed against the sensitive skin as she thrust his cock down her throat. He could feel her swallow and her throat tighten up while she pressed against the outside of his prostate. The pleasure was building up at the head of his cock. “Ugh…” he moaned, feeling more pressure build up. Even though he thought it was impossible, she managed to get him even deeper in her throat. Despite the fact he was about to bust it all over her throat, he pushed her off of him. He grabbed his cock and bounced it a few times in his hand, trying to calm himself down. He was not ready to cum yet. “Did I say make me cum?” he asked her, raising his voice. She closed her eyes tightly and whispered, “No master.” “You have made me unhappy. Come here.” He pulled out the rope from the middle of his bathrobe. The bathrobe fell off behind him as he stood up. Heather crawled towards him, whimpering. “Lay down,” he said, sternly. Obediently, she lied down. He positioned her wrists next to a leg of the table and tied her there. He had nailed his coffee table down for this exact reason. Taking a knife from the top of the table, he gently sliced down the front of her outfit. She did not wear any panties beneath her garter belt and her waxed, beautiful pussy was exposed. He put the knife down on the ground and gave her pussy a good lick. She always tasted sweet. “Mmm!” she let out a moan. He spread her legs wide open and buried his tongue deep inside her, before moving it towards her clit. Her clit twitched as her back began to arch. He massaged her with his tongue, moving it in circular motions. “Ah… ugh…” she moaned softly. He eased his index finger inside her, feeling how wet her silky pussy was getting. It was time. His cock was still erect and throbbing. He pulled apart her cut open outfit, exposing beautiful C cup breasts with perky pink nipples. He grabbed one of them with his fingers. “Oh…” she sighed, closing her eyes. Then he thrust his cock inside her, tearing apart her pussy that was always so tight, no matter what he did to her. He could feel her silky wetness lubricating his cock upon his entry. “Ugh!” she moaned a little louder. He squeezed her nipple harder, “Be quiet.” With one hand still on her nipple and the thumb of his other hand against her clit, he began to Bleep her missionary style. Her pussy contracted immediately as she struggled to keep her moans quiet. “Oh yeah...” Derek said, fucking her harder and harder. Her pussy kept getting wetter and wetter for him and he knew she was enjoying it. It took all of his concentration to not finish before she did. It was always worth it for him. Despite his efforts, he could feel the climax building up in the head of his cock again. He tried to turn his eyes away from her beautiful tits, which were bouncing in circular motions. Still, her pussy gripped him tighter and tighter. He licked his thumb and started rubbing her clit again. “Ugh…” she moaned, “Mm!” She clenched her lips tightly to not be too loud. Her pussy contracted one more time as she squeezed his cock with all her might. He could not hold it in anymore. “Bleep!” he yelled, “Ugh!” He rammed his cock completely inside her and let his climax pulse right out of the head of his cock. At the same time, she kept squeezing, letting a stream of cum squirt from her pussy all over him. The warm sensation forced him to cum, each pulse with more force than the next until he had completely filled up her pussy. “Oh…” he said, weakly, untying her from the coffee table. He sat back, cock covered with both of their cum. Like the good slave she was, she crawled towards him again, clothes still ripped, and licked every bit of cum




Thank me later

Derek closed his laptop, signaling that it was the end of his work shift. He had spent the last twelve hours working tirelessly on a news article that had been turned down by his boss three times already. In the past month, she had only run one of his articles. He put on his brown jacket and packed his laptop up in his briefcase. It was pathetic how he had allowed himself to fall so far. He took the subway home every night to his lonely apartment in midtown Manhattan. There, no one paid attention to any of the strange faces that passed in the street and every scream was muffled by the sound of the buses honking their horns. He entered a very shabby and dimly lit apartment. He was greeted by his servant, Heather, who was dressed in a form fitting French maid outfit. Her skin was light and pale, with long blonde hair that was braided and out of her face. Her eyes were a soft blue. She wore a black garter belt attached to her nude stockings. On her petite and docile feet was a pair of three-inch heels. The heel was just long enough to give her legs an extra bit of sexiness but not enough to make her taller than he was. She greeted him with her head slightly bowed and her eyes to his shoes. “Welcome home, master,” she said, bending down to her knees. She kissed both of his shoes and kept her head down. “You may take them off,” Derek said, removing his own jacket and placing his briefcase on a table next to the door. He watched as she slowly and gently untied his black dress shoes. Every movement she made was fluid and graceful. It was hard to believe that in high school, she used to be a cheerleader, full of spunk and bursting with energy. Little did he know that she would become this beautiful creature that served him in his own home. Their relationship was not something that many people would understand, even in a city as liberal as New York. He started dating her in college, after a night of partying at a local get together. She had a disease that made her obsessed with servitude. After she had fully blossomed in her junior year of college, she could no longer contain herself and picked him out of the crowd of Hot young men at a party. Why she had picked him, he would never know, but she had given him a night he would always remember- and her virginity. He walked to the bathroom as Heather put his briefcase and jacket away. She always had a hot bath waiting for him to soak into after a long day at work. Next to the tub was a glass of red wine. He quickly undressed, tossed all of his clothes aside, and lowered himself into the steaming hot water. His muscles instantly loosened and he was in a world of relaxation. The wine brought a wonderful warming sensation to his face. Even after four years of having Heather, he would never get bored of her willingness to bend to his every will. After his bath, Heather dressed him in his bathrobe and followed behind him as he walked to the living room. He sat down on a recliner and leaned back, sighing with pleasure. She got on her knees and bowed her head again. “May I please my master?” she asked. “Do so,” he loved it when she asked that question. He leaned back a little more to get himself comfortable. Heather inched herself closer to him and then moved to his crotch. He was already nice and erect for her. She grabbed the base of his penis and opened her little mouth to suck on the head of his cock. “Mmmm…” he moaned softly, feeling the initial wetness of her beautiful lips. She began to swallow more of him, little by little, until his whole cock was deep in her mouth. Her throat was tight but she forced it in anyway. He could feel the back of her throat closing with every thrust as she tried her hardest not to gag on his thickness. His balls tightened up against him as he felt her thrust his cock faster and faster down her throat. “Ugh…” he sighed, watching her blonde head move back and forth rhythmically. “Look up at me,” he commanded. Instantly, her blue eyes looked up innocently at him as she continued to keep sucking him off. “Bleep…” he said, grabbing the armrests of the recliner with both of his hands, “I’m getting so close…” She knew exactly what to do. With a finger, she reached under his balls and pressed against the sensitive skin as she thrust his cock down her throat. He could feel her swallow and her throat tighten up while she pressed against the outside of his prostate. The pleasure was building up at the head of his cock. “Ugh…” he moaned, feeling more pressure build up. Even though he thought it was impossible, she managed to get him even deeper in her throat. Despite the fact he was about to bust it all over her throat, he pushed her off of him. He grabbed his cock and bounced it a few times in his hand, trying to calm himself down. He was not ready to cum yet. “Did I say make me cum?” he asked her, raising his voice. She closed her eyes tightly and whispered, “No master.” “You have made me unhappy. Come here.” He pulled out the rope from the middle of his bathrobe. The bathrobe fell off behind him as he stood up. Heather crawled towards him, whimpering. “Lay down,” he said, sternly. Obediently, she lied down. He positioned her wrists next to a leg of the table and tied her there. He had nailed his coffee table down for this exact reason. Taking a knife from the top of the table, he gently sliced down the front of her outfit. She did not wear any panties beneath her garter belt and her waxed, beautiful pussy was exposed. He put the knife down on the ground and gave her pussy a good lick. She always tasted sweet. “Mmm!” she let out a moan. He spread her legs wide open and buried his tongue deep inside her, before moving it towards her clit. Her clit twitched as her back began to arch. He massaged her with his tongue, moving it in circular motions. “Ah… ugh…” she moaned softly. He eased his index finger inside her, feeling how wet her silky pussy was getting. It was time. His cock was still erect and throbbing. He pulled apart her cut open outfit, exposing beautiful C cup breasts with perky pink nipples. He grabbed one of them with his fingers. “Oh…” she sighed, closing her eyes. Then he thrust his cock inside her, tearing apart her pussy that was always so tight, no matter what he did to her. He could feel her silky wetness lubricating his cock upon his entry. “Ugh!” she moaned a little louder. He squeezed her nipple harder, “Be quiet.” With one hand still on her nipple and the thumb of his other hand against her clit, he began to Bleep her missionary style. Her pussy contracted immediately as she struggled to keep her moans quiet. “Oh yeah...” Derek said, fucking her harder and harder. Her pussy kept getting wetter and wetter for him and he knew she was enjoying it. It took all of his concentration to not finish before she did. It was always worth it for him. Despite his efforts, he could feel the climax building up in the head of his cock again. He tried to turn his eyes away from her beautiful tits, which were bouncing in circular motions. Still, her pussy gripped him tighter and tighter. He licked his thumb and started rubbing her clit again. “Ugh…” she moaned, “Mm!” She clenched her lips tightly to not be too loud. Her pussy contracted one more time as she squeezed his cock with all her might. He could not hold it in anymore. “Bleep!” he yelled, “Ugh!” He rammed his cock completely inside her and let his climax pulse right out of the head of his cock. At the same time, she kept squeezing, letting a stream of cum squirt from her pussy all over him. The warm sensation forced him to cum, each pulse with more force than the next until he had completely filled up her pussy. “Oh…” he said, weakly, untying her from the coffee table. He sat back, cock covered with both of their cum. Like the good slave she was, she crawled towards him again, clothes still ripped, and licked every bit of cum




Thank me later

I just sent my lover for the night home. I am a field rep. for a major computer software installer and I have been in this town of Portland for three days so far. I am a happily married woman in my mid 30,s . My husband is a Vetinaryan and we live in the Bay Area of San Fran. I am a very sexual woman and I have a girl friday (Tina ) that travels with me. She mainly looks up the area where we will be and looks for companys that advertise male escorts. Now you all know that in truth the are just the male counterpart to hookers. I have no problem with that and my men make a good frofit for what I ask of them. I prefer black men because they are so desireable and they usually are better lovers. Tina always makes sure that my men are very well endowed. At all of my meetings I dress in severe Suites and when I enter a room the men become quiet and all of them try in their own way to kiss my ass and coddel me. I love being a woman and watch these guys fight for attention but as I said I am all business until I am through. I usually have a head ake and am tired . When I get to my penthouse aweet my first words to Tina is who have you got for tonight and she will spread out the pictures of the men she has picked for me. I will drink a glass of white wine while I go through the pictures and I am lucky to have Tina. She has been around me long enough to know my preferance in men as I usually only have to look at two or three until I point and say that one. Tina smiles her secret smile then says I thought you might pick him I called and he is on his way. Albert probably is not his real name but who cares ) he is another Will Smith Look alike and when he shows up and my nagging head ake is still hurting. I look him over and say you know the rules right and he says yes your woman friend already talked to me. I say strip I want to see what you have in those pointing at his jogging pants. He pushes them down over his very trim hips and his well formed cock is exposed I watch him step out of his pants and I say bring it here and he walks over to me his thick cock swinging from side to side as he walks. I reach out and take his cock in my hand and heft it he has a nice set of testicals so I eft them also. I look up at him and say eat me I am sitting on the couch and I pull my skirt up over my hips and I raise up enough so that he can pull my panties down. I watch him kneel between my legs and I open them wide for him. He is a very good at eating pussy then I start to use my foul mouth thelling to eat my pussy andthat I want to cum in his mouth I grab hands full of his kinky hair and pull him up tight againdt my leaking pussy gasping for breath as his tongue digs deep inside of me . I tell him how I am going to Bleep him until he cant move telling him that he will not be able to get a hard on for days afterwards as he eats me. My headake is gone now as I feel my orgasm build inside of me. He is responding nicely and I come feeling like I am being turned inside out with my powerfull climax I am still gasping for breath as he picks me up and tosses me on the bed like a love doll . He crawles between my legs and forces his thick cock into me calling me a LovePeddler and slut all those vile names that I love so much when I do this I Bleep him wildly doing whatever he asks sometimes I am on my back and then on my knees hei hands maul my breasts painfully but that only makes me more and more excited I cum again and I realise that he has good control as his hands tightly grip my hips pulliny my pussy back onto his cock with every stroke. Then I am on my back again his thick cock hammering into me like a machine I feel a third climax growing in me and I wrap my arms and legs around him helpless with his powerful strokes. Then I cum again anf he grunts gringing hs pelvis against mine then he whimpers and I feel his cock pulse inside of me. I lay there feeling so pleased with myself as his cock pulses in mew. My fingers trace circled on his back as he cums we cuddle and he kisses me our tongues exploreing each others mouth in post orgasmic curisity. I later go down n him and get him hard again and we Bleep then sometime during the night I wake up and I just suck him completly off. I like the taste of sperm. In the morning I wake him and we Bleep again and then shower then I kick him out. Tina has already made the financial payment for his service. I should be tired after my nithe of debouchery but I am all charged up now and cant wait for whatever illhapped at the office.

“After I got married, understanding how much work and money goes into the whole thing made me determined to make the most of every wedding I’m invited to. It was during my wife’s best friend’s reception (yes, she was a bridesmaid) that I suggested making a pact to fool around during every single wedding we go to. She was down. Advertisement Image We figured the best time to execute our secret mission was during the father- daughter dance, since all eyes would be focused on the bride. As soon as “Tiny Dancer” started playing, we slipped out and ran towards a garden shed we’d spotted earlier, on the outskirts of the country club hosting us. We screwed like mad, and we both came really fast. As we were getting dressed, we noticed a waiter leaning up against a nearby tree, smoking a joint. The idea that we’d been watched didn’t creep us out at all—it was sexy, and hilarious. We waived to the guy, high-fived and headed back to the party like nothing had happened. We’ve bleeped at ten different weddings since, but nothing compares to that first time when we had a little audience of our own. I really do love my wife.”

This is what happens when you trade fruit for a make-out session.7

Anonymous There's a saying that goes, "The best plan is to profit by the folly of others." That's what this article is about. I want to share with you a few things I've learned -- the hard way -- concerning girls and relationships. Specifically, I've jotted down ten reasons why
I'm now waiting until marriage to have sex. #1: I now know that sex isn't all it's cracked up to be. When I was in college, I remember having an experience that I referred to as a "love hangover." After being with a girl, the next morning I always felt an emptiness. That's something you won't see on TV or in the movies, but it happens a lot. There was emptiness, even regret, afterwards. The "love hangover" was a strange occurrence for me. Mainly because when I was in college, sex was my "god." As a male, it's what I thought about morning, noon and night. So you would imagine that having sex would have been completely fulfilling -- the crowning achievement in the worship of my "god." And yet, there was often a lack of fulfillment afterwards. Has that been your experience, too? Have you ever had a "love hangover"? If you have, you should stop and consider, "Why is that? Why is it that sex, if it's so important to me, leaves me with an empty feeling?" I remember being confused by this emptiness. I then concluded: "I just need more [sex], that's all." (We often think this way about stuff we hope will fulfill us, then doesn't. For example, we get the car we've always wanted, but then it's just "okay" after awhile. Instead of realizing that a car can't really satisfy us, we usually make the error of thinking, "Well, I guess that wasn't the right car. A different one will give me lasting fulfillment." But the emptiness continued. So, finally, I came to the conclusion that premarital sex wasn't all it's cracked up to be. It gets too much hype. It's not what the movies make it out to be. If it were, it would be completely fulfilling. There wouldn't be any "emptiness."
#2: I now want to be more honorable toward women. I've found that girls often don't fully understand what's going on when it comes to sex. That is, their perspective on the whole thing is very different from a guy's. Often a girl will justify sex by saying, "But I love him," even if she doesn't really want to go through with it. Why does that happen? It's been said that, "Girls use sex to get love; guys use love to get sex." This is how it works: the girl is picturing marrying the guy some day; the guy is picturing everything he wants to do with the girl before he goes back to tell his buddies about it. And while something inside her is telling her it's the right thing to do, something inside the guy is telling him just the opposite, yet he proceeds. Why? For the physical pleasure no doubt, but also, I think, for another reason: it makes him feel like a man. But there is a great irony in that, for what is manly about deceiving a woman? Something I've discovered is that, when you honor a woman, you are honoring yourself. Why? Because someday you will have regret, and the regret will last much longer than the pleasure. In the movie Rob Roy, the main character says, "Honor is a gift a man gives himself." When you honor a woman by doing what you know to be right in your heart (that is, what's in her best interest), you honor yourself and insure that you will have no long- lasting regrets to live with.
#3: That's somebody else's wife. Here's what I mean: most of the girls I've been with are now married to other men. When I put myself in the shoes of those men, I wish that I hadn't done what I've done. In fact, I might even like to punch myself in the nose for it. And so it goes without saying that when I get married, I'm not going to like the idea that someone else has had his way with my wife. What about you? Do you like the idea of someone else being with your wife? If you have a girlfriend now and feel that way, think of how much stronger that feeling will be with your wife someday. You can even take it a step further. That girl is someone's daughter. What if she were my daughter? Or what if she were my sister? Would I want some guy like me taking advantage of her? I now see girls from a different perspective. They're someone else's future wife, someone else's daughter, sister, etc.
#4: Sex has killed my best relationships. For example, I had a college sweetheart, the girl of my dreams. With her, there was never a dull moment. We totally "clicked." We waited for awhile, then, through my initiation, we started having sex. Sex soon became the focus of our relationship. I stopped wanting to get to know her on any other level. And so, instead of growing closer together, we actually started drifting apart. That's what I mean by "sex killed my best relationships." People can relate on many different levels -- emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually. But when my girlfriend and I started relating mostly physically, it short-circuited the other parts of our relationship. As a result, the relationship as a whole started to go south. We might still be together today if we (I) had waited. I've seen this happen with countless relationships, not just others of my own, but those of many other people. And I think there's a reason for this, which I'll explain next.
#5: Sex before marriage ruins the other parts of the relationship. For me, two things happened once I had sex with a girl. As I look back on it, I can say that they happened literally every time, although I was unaware of these dynamics at the time. The two things were this: 1) I lost respect for the girl (even though I didn't want to); and 2) she began to mistrust me (even though she didn't want to). I don't know why this happened, I just know that it did. Maybe it's just built into "the system." But one thing's for sure: I'm not alone. I've seen it happen over and over again. I know many people having marital problems because they engaged in premarital sex. They go into the marriage with lack of respect and lack of trust, two absolute necessities for the health of any marriage. I know a newlywed couple who have sex less than once a month because of this -- he doesn't respect her, she knows it, and she doesn't trust him, so she doesn't want to give herself to him. It's very sad, and more common than you might think. But nobody talks about this kind of thing in public. And the movie and TV portrayals of couples having sex before marriage never present it either. It's like no one wants to acknowledge that it's happening, even though it is.
#6: Waiting to have sex with my wife will mean better sex in my marriage. Why? Because we'll go into the marriage with me having more respect for her and her having more trust in me. One thing I've learned: if a girl doesn't trust a guy, she doesn't want to give herself wholly to him. Deep down, she doesn't really enjoy being with him. This is how it works. Since "girls use sex to get love, and guys use love to get sex," a couple will have sex before marriage. The girl does this to hold on to the relationship. The guy does it because he wants it even more than the relationship itself. Then, after the marriage, the woman has what she wants: a commitment from the man. So she doesn't need to use sex to get him anymore. And, because she may be harboring resentment because he had sex with her before they were married, she is now not interested in sex. And the guy -- who doesn't treasure his wife because of the sex before marriage -- still wants sex but not as a total bonding experience with his wife. It's just sex, which she figures out. So, there is a lousy sex life in the marriage. I'm not making this stuff up. Now that I'm out of college and many people around me are getting married, I'm seeing it happen all the time. The antidote: waiting for marriage to have sex will give the man a greater respect for his wife and the woman a greater respect for her husband. And consequently they'll have better and more frequent sex because they respect each other more and love each other more deeply.

It’s so easy for us to give up faith in relationships. Many of us have thought about quitting several times. People will tell you, “When you fall off a horse, you have to get back on.” That’s provided you haven’t concluded that you don’t even want to be on that damn horse. Relationships can be like horses. Some people think they’re beautiful, remarkable, strong and elegant creatures. Others think they’re stinky, stupid, wild and really not all that important to their lives. There’s many ways to view relationships; the key is that we’ve all got to find ourselves in self-examination when relationships fail or don’t work out. Yes, there are many times when it wasn’t our fault, it was their fault. However, there are times that regardless of who’s fault, it’s time to examine why it isn’t working out. 1. You don’t know when to shut up — There comes a point where making your point becomes harmful. There are times when your sentence could end and be just as powerful, but is ruined because of a motor mouth. 2. You tell everybody your damn business — Your friends are your support system, but they are a gift and a curse. They can be there for you when you’re hurt, but they can also pacify you when you need to teethe. 3. You refuse to accept that you’ll need to make some changes in your life — “I’m not going to change for anybody” is always the extreme of not knowing what “How can I be better?” really means. Advertisement Image 4. You expect others to put up with your problems — “You should accept me flaws and all” is only half true. I’ve always said, “I accept that you have problems, but that doesn’t mean I’ll make them my own.” 5. You’re inconsistent — You say you know what you want, you say you know what you don’t want, but you allow the two to mix sometimes. You can’t profess that you’re ready to settle down at one point and then shout “YOLO!” at the next. 6. You’re not ugly, just unattractive — Too often people confuse looks with attraction. I know plenty of beautiful women who are not attractive. It may be personality traits, or they have only heavily relied on their looks and haven’t focused on their entire being to become completely whole. 7. You’re too judgmental — Your perfect ten is probably not the person you envision them to be when you jot it down on paper. You also can’t expect them to come off-the- shelf like that too. You’re knocking down potential and people who may meet your 80%, just because you find minor flaws. 8. Your network is not helpful — You are the company you keep. You have to have positive reinforcements in your life. It doesn’t mean that you have to have married friends, or friends with children. It means you have to have a positive network that is beautiful, instead of looking like a war zone of love. 9. You haven’t learned to let go — Acceptance is a part of life that we always struggle with. We have to learn that we’ll have to accept things in our past and leave them there. We hold onto things because we think that if we let them go it’s like we’re saying it’s okay. We’re not, we’re accepting it and allow ourselves to move past it. 10. You’ve got too much pride — Pride will stand in your way. It will make you quit a relationship because you feel slighted at a certain point, rather than doubling down and making it work. When you start concerning yourself with how you look to others instead of how you feel on the inside, you lose. 11. You want what you deserve, but don’t want to earn it — Everybody thinks they deserve the world. Everybody thinks they’re awesome individuals. Then they make everyone pass all these tests before they’ll prove it. The world wasn’t made in a day – you have to put in the necessary work too. 12. Your past becomes baggage instead of lessons learned — Everything that happens in our life, happens for a reason. At times, we acknowledge that something happened, but don’t understand the reasons and lessons we can learn. It becomes a story that ends with the occurrence and not what came of that experience. 13. You digest entirely too much trash instead of daily bread — Whether it is too much reality TV or trash on the radio, learn to balance when you digest. Everything in moderation, but honest moderation. You can’t possibly know all the characters on each reality show, but can’t tell me one great book (heck, author of an article) that was written in the last year you’ve read. 14. You make poor investments — We’re all guilty of investing our time and effort into things we know won’t bring us any closer to happiness. We tell ourselves, “just this last time” but we know it’s a guilty pleasure. We also put time and effort into investments that haven’t yielded any results in some time — learn to walk away and stop making those in the future. 15. You allow yourself to be enabled — This one is huge — we become guilty of enablement. We say that “I’ll land on my feet,” “There’s plenty to choose from,” or we tout off how many degrees or how much wealth we have as reasons why we don’t have to make changes. Or, we make mistakes because we know there aren’t consequences, or don’t believe there are consequences. Don’t allow yourself to be enabled, always challenge yourself to do good despite of whether you’re held accountable for it or not. I swear to you, this list started out with five points, then it was seven, and then it was ten. I thought for sure I was done with the list. When I began to transform a few points scribbled down on paper into an actual post and talk to friends about the points, it expanded to fifteen. I also realize that this list is not exhaustive – there are several other points that could be made. A few other things about this list; 1) The reason why I started each point with “you” is because when we’re single that’s who we should focus on, not the other people, 2) This list is unisex, it wasn’t for women or men, and 3) You may suffer from one or you may suffer from all. If it doesn’t 100% apply to you, don’t toss it aside as not applicable. Last, I’m not sure that you can solve these flaws overnight. That’s okay, not too many things work that way. Most times, it takes hard work and a concerted effort to reconcile and fix these. I think the first step is to tell ourselves that we have a flaw or an opportunity for improvement. Can you be in a relationship and work on yourself? Absolutely, but only to the extent that it doesn’t become a burden on the person you’re dating. Regardless, I don’t think there’s anything on this list that we can accept as a personal character trait and move on, that’s literally why our relationships continue to fail.

Following what has been termed a successful year of Nigerian entertainment, search engine giant, Google, has released the list of the biggest viral videos of 2015 in its annual YouTube Rewind, Among the many topics that defined this year’s list was politics as the presidential election and its aftermath loomed large in the minds of Nigerians. Occupying the 5th and 10th position on the top trending non- music videos list are the audio file of Ex- President Jonathan’s congratulatory call to president Muhammadu Buhari, and Rev. Ejike Mbaka’s outburst pertaining to President Jonathan’s re-election campaign. AYTV’s take on ‘Election Results’, Sahara TV’s satirical video on the exit of ‘Patience & Goodluck Jonathan from Aso Rock Staff’ and Bovi TV’s The Innocent Man kept the country in stitches. Also making the top 10 list are the moments that sent shock waves across the nation. The ‘alarming confession of nanny who kidnapped Orekoya children’ and the Lekki Robbery which occurred in March are two of the videos that also made the top-10 list. In the music category, CEO of top music label “Yahoo Boy No Laptop” (YBNL), Olamide has been a clear favourite, with his runaway hits Bobo , FalilaKetan, MeloMelo and Lagos Boys making the list of music videos that kept Nigerians dancing in 2015. The gravity-defying moves of Psquare put Collabo firmly on the list, which is dominated by videos from Nigeria’s music industry, including Flavour and Chidinma’s Ololufe , Woju remix by Kiss Daniel, and WizKid’s tribute Ojuelegba. The top five music videos worldwide are the Furious 7 soundtrack, See You Again by Wiz Khalifa featuring Charlie Puth; Sugar by Maroon 5; Ellie Goulding’s Love Me Like You Do; Lean On by Major Lazer & DJ Snake and Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood, featuring Kendrick Lamar. Google’s annual YouTube Rewind is a review of the music and non-music videos that shaped popular culture in Nigeria and across the world throughout the year. How A Lagos Factory Worker Went Against All Odds To Breakthrough From A Business Everybody Thinks Is Only Meant For The Rich Read His Story Here...  Share  Tweet 0 0 Invalid ad

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Rapper Phyno is already has a lovely 2015 and he’s not resting on his oars as he continues to work hard and release more videos for his fans. The famed rapper was spotted on Lagos Island yesterday on the set of a new video where he was joined by his fans.