The ideal woman

Some men seek women that look like this

Not me,

The ideal women for me
looks a lot more like this

I just can't help myself.
I have a hard drive full
of pictures like these last ones
and none like the first two.

I am a pushover for a mature woman
Do not worry about what you look like
If you drink or smoke
or carry a few extra pounds of love

It is all about attitude.

If you are
Round, robust, randy and raunchy.

Say hello!

Such a Pretty Rose

She took her glasses off and began to clean them. For some reason this changed the dynamics of the entire room. I suddenly became very focused on her every move and gesture. When she put her glasses back on her smiling face she began to count slowly out loud and as she did I realized that I needed to remove my clothes, all of my clothes. A strange thought, but an unmistakable one, and so without much hesitation I began unbuttoning my shirt. I took it off and the other women in the room sighed and smiled at me. I had my shoes and socks off next and she continued to count slowly and assuredly. When she reached ten I knew somehow that I needed to finish soon so off came my pants and underwear. I folded everything neatly in a pile by the door and by the time she reached 25 I was completely naked in front of these smiling happy ladies. I stood with my legs spread and arms folded behind my head without any clothes on at all and I had no idea why. I had an intense erection and yet I felt no shame, it just felt natural to do this, but I was clueless as to why.

Then she touched a very pretty pin on her blouse, it was a rose. I stared at the pin, the beautiful rose pin and stood motionless unaware of anything else in the room until she snapped her fingers. The rose seemed to signify something to me, but I did not know what so I just payed close attention to her. When she snapped her fingers I knelt immediately. I am not sure why, again it just felt like the right thing to do. When I looked up each of the women had a pin on her blouse a very pretty rose pin and this meant something I was sure of it, but all I could do was kneel and look up at their smiling faces leering down at me. They seemed to want something, each of them had a desire in their eyes, each hungry for something different. I could see there was a favorite something they each wanted from me and because they were wearing the rose pin, the pretty rose pin, I knew that I could not refuse them anything. I was led to a back room and all I can remember of what happened after that was that one by one they came into that back room and each told me to do things that I could not refuse. They had me do depraved, naughty things, but I can not remember exactly what they each had me do. I only know that I might not have done these shameful things, but somehow it just felt right to do whatever I was told by someone wearing such a pretty rose pin.

Deaf Dumb and Blind

He was not stupid, but he was no genius either. The most erotic part of their game was his having once again been tricked into another degrading and depraved position. What had started as an innocent sensory deprivation game had digressed into another subversive example of just how low he would go.

Having been denied any sounds or sight for hours at this point he could barely remember willingly putting on the blind fold, hood and cuffs. All of his orifices plugged he was only allowed to relieve himself in a most humiliating way.

To make things more interesting a mysterious fluid was being steadily drip fed to him through the whole in the center of the penis gag and it tasted suspiciously like more than just warm salty water.

She had twisted his cock into a painful knot and it cycled between rock hard purple when he was able to somehow rub it on the scratchy indoor outdoor carpet of the back yard deck, or it became a soft, resolute, dripping wet prisoner when she turned him over on his back.

He had been left for a long time in the dark alone and with the inflated butt plug vibrating insistently and wedged inescapably into his fuzzy little bottom.
His head drifted through euphoria and hallucinations from the sensory deprivation, the endorphins and whatever was in the fluid drip. All of it had him complacent, slow witted, and unable to do much more than sweetly moan for her entertainment.

Helplessly he suckled on the warm salty, intoxicating ambrosia through the soft gag that filled his numb lips and mouth. He was again her amusing and adorable personal play toy, easily muted, not very clever and blinded by lust, deaf dumb and blind.

Cheek to cheek

My face fits so perfectly. My nose nestled tightly between your cheeks. You settle your full weight and all light disappears, I can only taste and smell your beauty now. I gasp for air imprisoned in this heavenly hell.

Moistened by your wetness, my spittle and drool, you wipe yourself on my nose and hungry outstretched tongue, sliding yourself back on forth on my face.

Purposefully you grind the deepest part of your bottom, spreading your cheeks and impregnating my face with your personal aroma. Your taste entreats my tongue as I lap hungrily and frantically on the deepest parts of your crevasse. I am addicted to the taste of your musky hole, I can not get enough.

Your moans excite as you grind your hard little button on my probing proboscis. My erect tongue pushes deeply into your ass. Our sweat adds to the lubrication as you madly ride my face, slipping, slurping and sliding you grind your hips to a shuddering orgasm.

I freeze in place not wanting to spoil your perfect moment and am soon rewarded by a warm flow of my favorite fluid, I open my mouth not missing a drop. There is no place either of us would rather be than here, dancing cheek to cheek.

Just a dream?

A Game

There is nothing like a good game of Truth or Dare with two people who really want to know more about each other. Deep truths can be revealed and the most mutually amusing dares can be challenged with the right trust and newly discovered deep desires. And so it began less than innocently that evening, both players had more than a burning curiosity within. They had spent just enough time getting to know one another that they knew they wanted to get to know one another better. The evening already had a sexual framing as some their mutual prurient interests had been discussed before this meeting, but they had some frame work of they wanted and it became quickly apparent they had similar asspirations. They sat quietly enough to begin with a coin toss. Heads she would ask or demand first and tails he would go after her. As the coin landed they both smiled and she began with a dare for him to take off all of his clothing and stand before her for inspection. Without hesitation he complied and after she was satisfied with her in painstaking perusal he sat and pondered his first proposal or ponderance for her. Playfully he posed this proposition. If you had any three wishes of someone like me what would they be? A long smile came across her lips as she leered at him across the table. I want you across my lap and I want to paddle your tight furry little bottom... That's one. Then I want you to give me a long foot massage and maybe even a pedicure, that's two. The third wish I will be........

Oh did I forget to tell you that this is an interactive story? I just realized that I forgot to mention that this is where any interested reader can make the third wish. Come on , play a long there is no need to worry. Your wishes will not be enforced upon you and you never have to have it cum true, unless of course you want to.


Across her lap he went his firming phallus trapped between her vice like thighs. A hair brush was produced and his bottom was given a spanking causing him to wriggle and squirm for both of their enjoyment. Her thighs became wet with his pre-cum and he began to slither rhythmically, matching her playful but firm swats. Occasionally she would tighten and lock her legs preventing him from pulling out or going anywhere, as if he wanted to leave.... She pushed his panting instantiated body to the floor and he began the prolonged massage which he finished with gentle and loving kisses. Delirious they took a moment to refocus. The truths demanded and the defying decadent dares lasted til late in the evening. When exhausted they snuggle contently having learned so much more of their mutual passions twists and kinks.



So what would you have wished for if you were her, what would you ask as a third wish...?

Part one

Prologue:
Unfortunately this is only a fictional fantasy, but in this sensualist story an innately aggressive female finds her deepest cravings satisfied by an experienced man who helps her to discover not only what she wants, but how they both can actually have it. He leads her to her own lust with a series of lurid, lascivious letters, explaining exciting and erotic examples of what is possible when two minds have an itch that must be scratched. Choosing his words with care in this first of many essays, each designed to entice the deep unmistakable and undeniable urges undulating just below the surface of her seemingly ordinary life. Through numerous communications they both finally find themselves face to face with their own desires and each other. They have arrived here having tested both their bravery and their boundaries in what at first had seemed only an illusionary cat and mouse game. In the end however they find the courage to conqueror their fear of Internet meetings and geographic distance and find the pleasure they each sought so intensely.


Part on: “The Game is On.”
Behind the bar where they had each taken an oath to meet they escaped into the evening air on the pretense of a smoke habit they both had sworn off. She lit his cigarette setting his submissive position and as they puffed the recently consumed alcohol continued to set their decadent direction. She gazed hungrily into his eyes and maneuvering him like prey him, transfixed he awaited her pounce. Finally with a deliberate last drag she let her cigarette drop and moved in for the kill as their eyes remained locked. She purposefully pinned him to the wall and forced her knee between his, spreading his legs and inspiring him up on to his toes with just enough pressure and lift. Forcing his shoulder flat against the wall she secured his attention with a deep and deliberately sloppy wet kiss that reeked of alcohol and cigarette his two favorite aromatic aphrodisiacs. The two drinks they had each had dropped the puritanical pretenses and created this portal to release their passion. Her aggressiveness and his acquiescent wresting stopped just short of ripping his shirt off, successfully pulling it from beneath his bulging belt. He was powerless and prone she was empowered and aroused beyond anything she had ever felt. She took a handful of his long brown hair and gave him no option except another long kiss filled with tongue, saliva and swollen lips. A tiny moan escaped his smothered mouth, and she knew she could now have anything that she wanted from him. Her damp slacks needed something firm but yielding to rub on and relieve her mounting molten moisture. With the handful of hair she helped him to his knees before her. Standing above him she looked into his doleful bedroom blue eyes and straddled his face so that their gaze remained locked. Staring into what she could see of his sweet compliant expression she slowly and deliberately began rubbing her aching crotch across his nose, lips and out stretched hungry tongue. Her inner temperature grew until she finally used her firm handful of hair to prevent his exiting, forcing him to inhale her steaming sexual scent as his hot passion filled breath igniting her even further. Suddenly she shuddered deeply with the first euphoric earthshaking orgasm of the evening.

After a deep breath or two her grip loosened and as she helped him to stand up, his disheveled cloths delirious focus and obvious bulge left no doubt he too had enjoyed the activity. She reached behind him put her hand flat on the small of his back and pulled him closer. They stared into one another's eyes realizing not only what had just happened but what was now possible. She reached into the back of his pants, past his belt and pulled firmly on the elastic of his underpants. The incredible tightness of this wedgie confirmed who was in charge as she instructed him to never wear undergarments again in her presence. The game was definitely on, but far from over.