Sex In The Sand
With the nice weather here now, I enjoy going to the beach once in a while. While I am in Ontario and ones don’t think we have beaches here, we do. A place like Port Dover is right on the great lakes and can be a lovely place to spend the day enjoying the sun and the surf. I went there last weekend alone, just to get away, get some fresh air and relax. I’d packed a small picnic lunch for myself and set up my towel and sun umbrella and radio and was just looking out at the water.
It wasn’t long until I noticed a very handsome young college age boy sitting not too far away and he seemed to be looking over at me and I was certainly checking him out. My bikini attracted him at first I guess, what young man, or any man, doesn’t love a woman in a bikini? We exchanged glances for hours and as the day wore on, he came over and introduced himself, most of the other people on this area of the beach had left for the day and it was deserted. I asked him to sit down next to me. He did and we struck up a conversation that soon turned sexual.
He was as attracted to me as I was to him and he leaned over and kissed me and I kissed him back passionately. I felt kind of a slut making out with a guy I’d just met, but there was no denying the attraction to one another. He reached underneath me and undid my bikini top and I let him take it off, the bottoms soon followed along with his swim trunks. He climbed on top of me and thrust his cock into my pussy and we began to fuck there in the sand, he squeezed my breasts and I his ass cheeks and it wasn’t long until I came from his thrusts, his cock rubbing right against my clit and of course when I came he soon emptied himself inside of me and we were laying there as the sun went down laying next to one another. We only knew each other’s first name and that was ok. I really need to get to the beach more often, it was a lot more fun than I remembered it!
My Married Boyfriend
I love to fuck my boyfriend, he’s married, which makes it even hotter. I’m not sure if he will leave his wife or not, but I’m having fun at the moment anyway. He’s got lots of time to kill since she’s a workaholic and doesn’t even miss him when he’s not there. He usually stops over a couple of times a week to give me a good fucking and last night it was over the top. He’d been busy himself and hadn’t had time the last week to come over, so he had a weeks worth of cum built up in those balls for me.
I led him to the bedroom and I had some champagne on ice, candles lit and my pussy was very horny for him. I’d wanted to masturbate that morning in the shower, but he asked me to hold off and wait for him and it was a challenge to do so, but I managed to hold off. I was already dripping when he came over and I ordered him to get on his back on the bed and I soon straddled his face and he licked my shaved pussy until I creamed all over his face.
Then it was time to once more feel that glorious cock inside of me, it had been over a week and I was very ready for it. I slid down from his mouth and sunk down onto that thick, hard cock that was oozing pre cum and dripping for my pussy, which it slid into since I was already wet from my first orgasm. I started to ride him and grind against him and feel him stretching me open. My clit throbbing and still stiff, awaiting another orgasm. I bounced up and down on him and felt my pussy contract around him as I was going to cum yet again and as soon as I came in an explosive, loud orgasm, it triggered him and he shot his load inside of me. We fucked all night until the sun rose and the poor bastard had to go to work without any sleep, but his balls were certainly satisfied, if nothing else.
Tease Me, Master
Last weekend I had a most sensual encounter with my boyfriend. He’s always been a bit of a naughty type, interested in trying new things. He wondered if I might enjoy a bit of tease and denial and asked if I might be up for some light bondage and feather play. I said yes, I’d be very interested in trying that with him. The next night I came home and there were some things on the bed, silk scarves, a blindfold, some red candles, and a feather.
I undressed and got on the bed and he tied me up to the bedposts limb by limb and then slipped the blindfold on me, I could hear a match strike as the candles were lit and placed on the bedside table. I then felt the softest tickling sensation as the feather was lightly traced over my entire body, across my lips, down my breasts, my tummy, my inner thighs. It felt delicious and I was soon squirming on the bed seeking further attentions.
I then felt his hands on me running over me, grazing my inner thigh and upwards, to my pussy lips, which were now dripping. My wetness opened them without him even having to try, I then felt his fingertips grazing me lightly, making me buck upwards to him to feel him on my clit. He finally delved deeply enough to let me feel him and he rubbed up and down on it. As I was tied, my motions were somewhat limited, but he was doing a good enough job I didn’t need to move much on my own. He would bring me to the brink and back again and all of a sudden, his pressure and speed increased on my clit and I knew I was about to go over the brink of pleasure and I exploded for him. He then wasted no time in going down to lap up my juices and I came yet again. It’s always good to try new things!
Cock And Ball Torture Is Fun
A client called the other night and said his girlfriend had just left his balls for mush she’d wacked at them so hard with a wet wooden spoon. He was pretty much numb and couldn’t feel a lot other than the dull ache that came from the extreme genital pain she’d inflicted on him. I don’t know why I can’t help but laugh when cock and ball torture guys call me up with descriptions of their painful shenanigans, it always strikes me as funny they are willingly doing this to themselves, or having others do it to them.
There’s some pretty graphic and extreme pics easily found online of guys having some pretty terrible things done to their cock and balls willingly. The calls are fun for that topic, since there’s so many guys I’d really like to do it to, it’s not hard to visualize doing it and causing them the pain they so richly deserve. I have honest to God kicked a guy in the balls, I haven’t done the wooden spoon thing, or dripping wax or tying them up with fishing line, all kinds of things I imagine doing, and that some truly want done. Maybe one day I will get to inflict the pain on ones that deserve it. I can honestly think of a handful of guys I’d really like to hurt. Ones that stole from me and did shoddy work on my house I took them to court for, they all really deserve to suffer.
The fact that these men want the pain and it’s usually not some woman doing it to them is the odd thing. Years ago I recall reading and laughing quite hard about a woman that cut off her husband’s cock and tied it to a balloon and set it free in the air, she wanted to make sure of no reattachment operation, now there was a woman with a plan. He got his alright. My cowboy boots would deliver a nice, swift kick to the balls that would make a guy fall to the ground in pain. Maybe someday….
Getting The Priest Off
I’m not a churchgoing type at all, so I usually only set foot in a church for weddings, funerals, that kind of thing on rare occasions. One of my cousins was getting married and I had to put in a command performance and I hadn’t even seen those people in years. The church was around a half hour away and I’d never been to it. They are Catholics, and the priest was a nice looking man that had gotten out of the seminary not that long ago. I laughed when I thought about the whole vows of chastity deal, what a crock.
I’d arrived early and none of the other guests had arrived yet and I was talking to the priest and he assumed I was also some devout Catholic and I laughed and said not at all. I looked over at the confessional booths and said I bet you heard lots of dirty little secrets in there every week and he smiled and said people were forgiven if they felt true remorse in their hearts. Again I laughed at the nonsense of it all. I asked him if his vow of chastity included masturbation and he said yes, that was not to be partaken in, I replied I’d die if I didn’t masturbate at least once a day, his expression was odd and again I laughed at my brazenness trying to shock this poor young priest I was fucking with for no reason other than my own amusement.
He walked into his office and I followed him and locked the door, he looked up and asked what I was doing, I advanced towards him and grabbed his crotch and said it was about time those balls were drained by a woman and I unzipped him and slid my hand in and found an already stiff cock and said it seemed I was just in time. I think he was so stunned he didn’t stop me, he just let me fondle his cock and I stroked him up and down faster and faster and he soon let out a load on my hand and he looked so embarrassed and I just laughed and said there goes your chastity before walking out. On the way to the pews as the other guest were starting to arrive, I swished my hand around in the bowl of holy water to rinse his cum off my hand.
