We arrived at his apartment 25 minutes later. As we entered, he gave me a 10-second tour of his place: “Here’s my living room, kitchen, and here’s the bedroom,” he said, then grabbed my hand, as we rushed into the bedroom, he said, “let’s go!”
A few seconds later, we were grabbing at each other’s clothes, taking them off and tossing them to the side. He leaned over me, and as he pushed me towards the head of the bed, his head went right between my legs, and he said, “I couldn’t wait to do this, you tasted so good in the car,” he whispered. And then came the deluge.
WOW, did he have technique! My mind was savoring the enjoyment of having my pussy licked so delicately and with such skill that my body felt as if it were flying over clouds. The tip of his tongue danced in circles on my clit, then it began to flicker, his saliva mixing with my wetness, and he made me go over the brink over and over, I couldn’t help myself from moaning and screaming in ecstasy. My body couldn’t control itself – my legs convulsed as I came repeatedly, and the longer I came, the harder my legs shook, and then my hips couldn’t stop rocking. I tried to grab onto the comforter, to give myself ground, but it was hopeless – I felt as if I was on a rocket ship, my clit exploding with such power that I felt as if I had succumbed to the wonderful sensations.
He went on, not just for a few minutes, but it seemed like more than 30 minutes had passed as he kept on licking my clit, rubbing the power into me, feeling the sensation as it jolted my body. However, I didn’t know that there was more to come, until he had inserted one finger into me, jabbing that finger into my very wet pussy, as he continued to tease my clit with his very powerful and skillful tongue. I felt like I went to heaven! My whole body convulsed, and as the orgasm kept building up, my eyes shut tight, I felt as if I had fallen off a very high cliff at 80 miles an hour! My pussy kept gyrating to the convulsions, feeling my pussy muscles clamp onto his finger as it pulsed its way from one orgasm to the next.
Soon enough, he stopped and laid down on the bed. Feeling that I should return the favor, I kneeled over his cock and began to suck it. My, it wasn’t bad at all. It was of average length, although I must say that the girth is definitely something a girl would enjoy. It was definitely more than average girth, a little larger than the size of an old half-dollar. His chocolate-brown cock wasn’t shaved (unfortunately), but the hairs felt as if they had been shaved some time ago, but it had grown to a considerable length – definitely not full-grown, but probably about ½ inch long, which isn’t bad, definitely something I could deal with.
I began to play with his head, sucking it a little bit with my tongue. A bit heady from that wonderful pussy play, I felt as if I couldn’t focus – I was drunk with my orgasm! My movements weren’t as focused, but I stuffed his cock into my throat like a champ, then began to play with his shaft, tracing it with my tongue.
Something began to worry me as I sucked his dick. He wouldn’t get hard! What was it about him that wouldn’t? Was it me, or was he just the type who couldn’t really get hard getting sucked? Well, regardless, I still played with him, trying hard not to feel like a complete failure. Although soon enough, I ventured to his balls and began to suck them, and he began to moan. Then, the idea came to mind to play with his prostrate gland – something that I had never done before (or rather, I’ve tried to, but never successfully). My fingers ventured under the area of his balls, and I gently pressed it. His legs quivered, and he moaned.
“What the hell was that?!” he gasped.
“Oh my god, sorry, was that a bad thing?” I pouted.
“No, it wasn’t, it was really different, wow,” he said.
So I gently played with his prostrate a little bit more, pushing a little bit into that area, stroking it with my fingers, and I grew excited watching his legs quiver and convulse, the soles of his feet pressed together as they shook with my touch.
My tongue began to explore further and I licked his chest. Once I got to his nipples, he began to moan so much, I discovered his cock became hard. So he gets hot over getting his nipples sucked! It was pretty hot, sucking his nipples, swirling my hot tongue around the hardening tips, then flicking them with the tip of my tongue. It just made him moan even more…
“I have to take you now!” he said.
I flipped onto my back, and while between my legs, his cock rested on the opening of my pussy. He rubbed the tip of his cock on my clit, dipped it into my pussy for a moment, then pulled out as he rubbed my clit some more. “Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked. “I want to feel your wetness.” He was making me want him so much more.
Soon, he slipped his hard cock into my pussy and started to thrust. His arms balancing his upper torso, and my legs around his waist, I had clear view of his nipples, and while he slid himself in and out of me, I reached up to his nipples and flicked it with my fingers.
“Oh baby, you’re making me even hotter for you,” and he started to pound faster into me.
As I continued to flick his nipples, his thrusting became faster and harder, and soon enough that another Big O came – the adrenaline rush, and the wonderful sensation building up in my pussy was too hard to ignore. He continued until he came – TWICE – then pulled out and immediately went back to eating my pussy.
“You taste so good, baby, like a sweet red wine,” he purred between my legs.
I was in heaven all over again. I have NEVER in my life so far, been eaten out so much before! It was amazing!! It was an orgasm that quickly faded then was rebuilt back again in a different way, as if the adrenaline rush was replaced with an arousing tickling sensation, as he continued on for so many long minutes more…
A while later, he stopped and lay next to me in bed. With his arm around me, we both fell asleep for a while until later on, where he ended up surprising me…
Part III in a few days!!
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Sexcapade Files #15: Dirty Feet, Duct Tape and Handcuffs
Before Jesse, I knew very little about the outside realms of vanilla sex. To me, being able to achieve a more potential knowledge in sex was to tackle a new position, role play, or foreplay, but rarely did I go through anything like I went through with Jesse – I was a little horny thing, always wanting to be the submissive one, always wanting to be the receiver, always being the feminine one, by being cute and sexy.
Things changed once I started fucking Jesse. I completely did not expect the things he had wanted me to do. I had opened up a new door of BDSM.
Back then, I did not know what it was about. I knew a little about it – there was always a master and a slave, and it had to do with a lot of hitting, and a lot of punishment. The master would hit the slave so much that the slave would have to give the signal as to how much they can take, and their sexual pleasure is derived from the pain, or the pain threshold. The only thing I was able to do in BDSM before Jesse was when Eric tied me up on the few occasions we would play around with bondage. I guess I only a very small pinprick of the iceberg in regard to that issue.
Jesse was definitely in the BDSM realm. First of all, he was a sub, and he wouldn’t get off with vanilla sex (and believe me, we tried)…mounting me from top like your average horny guy would not work with him. Second, he enjoyed being whipped and hit with a rubber pom-pom whip, being shackled by his wrists and ankles with Velcro cuffs. Third, he had a MAJOR foot fetish – he loved having women’s feet dragging over his face, smelling them after being in shoes all day. Fourth, he could not get off unless he was choked by sexual asphyxiation.
The first time I had a session with Jesse, I really needed to be taught what to do. It was hard learning something completely foreign, and while I was young and not completely understanding the art, the more I did it with him, the more I began to appreciate the art of BDSM. Although I may not know much, but as the years go by, I began to understand and appreciate the art a lot more, and hope to do some more in the future with a dom that could teach me more about the art, but I digress…
In this post, I’ll describe to you my most memorable session with Jesse (this is right before the Sex Club Expedition), and it’s the most memorable mainly because I still have the pictures of that last session in my hard drive to remember how hot it was (although very amateurish, compared to “expert” BDSM).
When Jesse entered the room, I was already wearing a black corset with matching g-string thong. He walked in, and pulled him to his knees.
“Tonight, you will call me Mistress. Whatever I say you will have to obey,” I said to him.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
“Stand up, and take off your clothes,” I said.
“No, Mistress! I will not!” he said.
“Bitch! Do you want to get smacked?” I yelled.
“Yes, Mistress!” he said. I hit him with the rubber whip on his upper back.
“Take off your clothes, now!” I commanded. He stood up, removed his clothes quickly.
“Hug the pillow with your arms and legs!” I commanded. He obeyed, and I moved towards him, shackled his ankles around the pillow, and tied his wrists around the pillow with rope.
“Bitch, is this what you want, little slave? Do you want to get punished?” I yelled. He remained silent.
“Slave, I’m commanding you to speak! Do you want this whip to color your ass red?” I cried.
”Yes, Mistress!” he responded. The whip hit him smartly on the ass, stroke after stroke, in hard smacks. They came one after another, until his thigh area was colored red, with a few darker red streaks from the whip.
“Turn over, Slave! I’m not done with you yet until I haven’t covered the other side of your ass!!” I yelled. The whip landed onto his thigh, and hearing him cry out, louder after every hit of the whip, made me feel greedily powerful. Soon, this thigh was red, and the redness covered the majority of his outer thigh, red streaks near his ass cheek. I was working it really well with him tonight.
“Slave, I will release you from your bondages, but only from your wrists. There are more punishments your way,” I said. I untied the rope and removed the pillow from between his legs.
“You may crawl to the bed and lie there, with your back on the bed,” I commanded. He got on his hands and knees, but since it took him a while to craw, I became agitated.
“You need to be faster, Slave!” I hit him on the buttocks, this time with an English riding crop. He finally collapsed on the bed.
“Slave, since this is our last session together, and you’ve been such a good slave, I will reward you tonight. Open your mouth,” I commanded.
I reached toward the foot of my bed and took out a used, dirty sock. I rolled it up into a ball, placed it in his mouth, took a piece of duct tape, and placed it over his mouth. His face lit up like a Christmas tree.
[Sidenote: To most of you, this seems pretty strange. Why did you place a dirty sock in his mouth, you ask. Honestly, this is one of Jesse’s fantasies. Because of his extreme foot fetish, one of his biggest fantasies was to have a dirty sock in his mouth and have his mouth duct taped shut, while having foot play on his face. Strange, but it’s true.]
“Do you like my reward, Slave?” I purred. I stood over his face, and with one foot, I massaged his face with my foot, squeezing his face muscles, placing it over his nose, and pinching his nose with my toes for a few seconds at a time so he could achieve a hard-on. My toes prodded his cheeks, the arch of my foot hovered his face, as I pressed his mouth and nose for him to choke for a few moments as he achieved a hard-on.
A few moments later, I crouched and positioned my pussy over his face, with my hands facing his dick. His legs were still very read from the beating I gave him, but it looked lovely. It was a proud moment in my short-lived BDSM experience, to see Jesse covered in red marks that were created by my hand.
My pussy lowered, as I sat on his face as he choked himself to an orgasm, my hands working on his dick to achieve his hard-on. After around twenty-seconds, my hands still jerking his dick back and forth, caressing his head and jerking his shaft, I felt his hand tap my ass to lift up as he gasped for air for a few seconds. Soon, my pussy once again choked him to reach an orgasm, staying on his face for much longer, as my hands work his dick, up and down, as he got harder with every pussy choke I made. I felt his hand tap my ass again – this time, his dick was getting harder, and with the third time, pussy choking him, my hands squeezing and jerking his dick nonstop, he finally came on his stomach, achieving orgasm. I released him from his binds, as he wiped away the milky cum.
Although this experience completely shows that I knew very little of BDSM, at least I learned something new about the art, and writing about this experience that happened more than 3 years ago made me realize that I understand BDSM more than I did back when I was younger and was doing BDSM with Jesse. I realized that it’s not just about hitting and whipping and creating pain – the sexual side of BDSM is all about mind control, and being able to achieve a sexual experience not just with pain, but with control and discipline. BDSM is about playing your role well, and experience sex not just with a physical body, but also with the mind.
For someone who had minimal experience with mainly vanilla sex, it wasn’t a bad experience at all. And in the subsequent days and years, rethinking my experiences, it had awaken a different side of me that I wished to one day learn, maybe I’m more of a sub than I thought I was…BDSM will definitely something I would possibly look into, not completely getting into the spirit, but to explore and discover more about the realm of BDSM wouldn’t entirely be a bad thing either…
Things changed once I started fucking Jesse. I completely did not expect the things he had wanted me to do. I had opened up a new door of BDSM.
Back then, I did not know what it was about. I knew a little about it – there was always a master and a slave, and it had to do with a lot of hitting, and a lot of punishment. The master would hit the slave so much that the slave would have to give the signal as to how much they can take, and their sexual pleasure is derived from the pain, or the pain threshold. The only thing I was able to do in BDSM before Jesse was when Eric tied me up on the few occasions we would play around with bondage. I guess I only a very small pinprick of the iceberg in regard to that issue.
Jesse was definitely in the BDSM realm. First of all, he was a sub, and he wouldn’t get off with vanilla sex (and believe me, we tried)…mounting me from top like your average horny guy would not work with him. Second, he enjoyed being whipped and hit with a rubber pom-pom whip, being shackled by his wrists and ankles with Velcro cuffs. Third, he had a MAJOR foot fetish – he loved having women’s feet dragging over his face, smelling them after being in shoes all day. Fourth, he could not get off unless he was choked by sexual asphyxiation.
The first time I had a session with Jesse, I really needed to be taught what to do. It was hard learning something completely foreign, and while I was young and not completely understanding the art, the more I did it with him, the more I began to appreciate the art of BDSM. Although I may not know much, but as the years go by, I began to understand and appreciate the art a lot more, and hope to do some more in the future with a dom that could teach me more about the art, but I digress…
In this post, I’ll describe to you my most memorable session with Jesse (this is right before the Sex Club Expedition), and it’s the most memorable mainly because I still have the pictures of that last session in my hard drive to remember how hot it was (although very amateurish, compared to “expert” BDSM).
When Jesse entered the room, I was already wearing a black corset with matching g-string thong. He walked in, and pulled him to his knees.
“Tonight, you will call me Mistress. Whatever I say you will have to obey,” I said to him.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said.
“Stand up, and take off your clothes,” I said.
“No, Mistress! I will not!” he said.
“Bitch! Do you want to get smacked?” I yelled.
“Yes, Mistress!” he said. I hit him with the rubber whip on his upper back.
“Take off your clothes, now!” I commanded. He stood up, removed his clothes quickly.
“Hug the pillow with your arms and legs!” I commanded. He obeyed, and I moved towards him, shackled his ankles around the pillow, and tied his wrists around the pillow with rope.
“Bitch, is this what you want, little slave? Do you want to get punished?” I yelled. He remained silent.
“Slave, I’m commanding you to speak! Do you want this whip to color your ass red?” I cried.
”Yes, Mistress!” he responded. The whip hit him smartly on the ass, stroke after stroke, in hard smacks. They came one after another, until his thigh area was colored red, with a few darker red streaks from the whip.
“Turn over, Slave! I’m not done with you yet until I haven’t covered the other side of your ass!!” I yelled. The whip landed onto his thigh, and hearing him cry out, louder after every hit of the whip, made me feel greedily powerful. Soon, this thigh was red, and the redness covered the majority of his outer thigh, red streaks near his ass cheek. I was working it really well with him tonight.
“Slave, I will release you from your bondages, but only from your wrists. There are more punishments your way,” I said. I untied the rope and removed the pillow from between his legs.
“You may crawl to the bed and lie there, with your back on the bed,” I commanded. He got on his hands and knees, but since it took him a while to craw, I became agitated.
“You need to be faster, Slave!” I hit him on the buttocks, this time with an English riding crop. He finally collapsed on the bed.
“Slave, since this is our last session together, and you’ve been such a good slave, I will reward you tonight. Open your mouth,” I commanded.
I reached toward the foot of my bed and took out a used, dirty sock. I rolled it up into a ball, placed it in his mouth, took a piece of duct tape, and placed it over his mouth. His face lit up like a Christmas tree.
[Sidenote: To most of you, this seems pretty strange. Why did you place a dirty sock in his mouth, you ask. Honestly, this is one of Jesse’s fantasies. Because of his extreme foot fetish, one of his biggest fantasies was to have a dirty sock in his mouth and have his mouth duct taped shut, while having foot play on his face. Strange, but it’s true.]
“Do you like my reward, Slave?” I purred. I stood over his face, and with one foot, I massaged his face with my foot, squeezing his face muscles, placing it over his nose, and pinching his nose with my toes for a few seconds at a time so he could achieve a hard-on. My toes prodded his cheeks, the arch of my foot hovered his face, as I pressed his mouth and nose for him to choke for a few moments as he achieved a hard-on.
A few moments later, I crouched and positioned my pussy over his face, with my hands facing his dick. His legs were still very read from the beating I gave him, but it looked lovely. It was a proud moment in my short-lived BDSM experience, to see Jesse covered in red marks that were created by my hand.
My pussy lowered, as I sat on his face as he choked himself to an orgasm, my hands working on his dick to achieve his hard-on. After around twenty-seconds, my hands still jerking his dick back and forth, caressing his head and jerking his shaft, I felt his hand tap my ass to lift up as he gasped for air for a few seconds. Soon, my pussy once again choked him to reach an orgasm, staying on his face for much longer, as my hands work his dick, up and down, as he got harder with every pussy choke I made. I felt his hand tap my ass again – this time, his dick was getting harder, and with the third time, pussy choking him, my hands squeezing and jerking his dick nonstop, he finally came on his stomach, achieving orgasm. I released him from his binds, as he wiped away the milky cum.
Although this experience completely shows that I knew very little of BDSM, at least I learned something new about the art, and writing about this experience that happened more than 3 years ago made me realize that I understand BDSM more than I did back when I was younger and was doing BDSM with Jesse. I realized that it’s not just about hitting and whipping and creating pain – the sexual side of BDSM is all about mind control, and being able to achieve a sexual experience not just with pain, but with control and discipline. BDSM is about playing your role well, and experience sex not just with a physical body, but also with the mind.
For someone who had minimal experience with mainly vanilla sex, it wasn’t a bad experience at all. And in the subsequent days and years, rethinking my experiences, it had awaken a different side of me that I wished to one day learn, maybe I’m more of a sub than I thought I was…BDSM will definitely something I would possibly look into, not completely getting into the spirit, but to explore and discover more about the realm of BDSM wouldn’t entirely be a bad thing either…
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Sexcapade Files #8: The Gates of Pleasure - The Sex Club Part II
Jesse and I venture back into the second floor with the 70s décor. It was still pretty empty, but we figured it was high time to get some action because watching all of those people fucking everywhere was making the both of us horny. We chose a cubicle that had two entrances that enclosed a canopy bed, covered in white, transparent material, and on one headboard, there were two holes cut out into the wood. We quickly tossed our clothes in a corner and began our routine.
I was shaking with excited anticipation. I had never, ever in my life had sex in front of people. This would be the first time for me to really feel what it would be like to have other people watch me fuck. I quickly lay on the bed, and Jesse placed my hands inside the holes, tying them tightly with Japanese bondage rope. I was a helpless woman, bound to a bed, naked, where my pleasure was in his hands…
He reached over to touch one breast, and gently rubbed the nipples in his hands, as he kissed my mouth, felt his soft lips exploring me, his pointy tongue rubbing against mine as we covered each other’s mouths, wrestling to each other’s movements. As he moved south, my body was covered with his tongue, and I felt the wetness left from his mouth, exploring my neck, my chest, covering my breasts and nipples with kisses and sucks, as he found my erogenous zones near my sides, and went onward, down toward the inside of my legs, and then to his favorite: my feet. He took one foot and pressed it to his nose, smelled its scent, then began to savor one toe, then the other, with his wet mouth, and began to lick the bottom of my foot with his tongue. My, did it feel erotic. I felt even wetter as he caressed and nipped my foot with his teeth, feeling his heavy breathing on my toes, making me feel hotter and hornier at the same time.
A man and a woman, together, showed up during our foot play and watched Jesse lick my feet. The woman turned to me and asked, “Can I touch you?” And I nodded my head, and answered with a breathy “yes”. She lightly touched my thigh with her hand, and as Jesse continued to kiss my foot, she leaned over and ventured into the inside of my thigh, and I felt the ticklish sensation of her nails and fingertips. Wow, did it feel good. I closed my eyes, and felt three hands on me, Jesse’s hands on my feet, and the woman’s hand getting closer and closer towards my pussy…
I felt her fingers lightly touch my clit, and she began to rub it gently. My pussy was dripping with wetness, and I could lightly feel her fingertips brush the entrance of my vagina, then moving towards my clit to rub it slowly and softly. I felt my back arching, my wrists beginning to chafe from the binds, but I was enjoying myself, moaning loudly with pleasure. A few minutes later, her hand disappeared, and I felt Jesse’s weight over me.
I opened my eyes again, and there was a crowd of people surrounding our bed. Out of a small instance of sanity, I quickly counted the people around the bed. Oh my god, there’s twelve people watching me!! Wow!! I said to myself. They were quiet, intently watching us have our fun, and I felt myself enjoying the fact that there was an audience. I felt like a live porn star in sex fantasy land, baring everything and not feeling the slightest bit of shame with what I was doing. I was enjoying the fact that there were twelve sets of eyes watching me, all getting horny by the sight of watching Jesse get me off while I was tied to a headboard. It was very exhilarating, nothing like I had ever felt before. It made me realize the power of being able to hold people by the palm of your hand by having sex in front of them, and stopping them dead in your tracks by your bareness and your sensuality. I had begun to finally realize that power, and I was loving every second of it.
Jesse’s hand began to touch my pussy. I felt his fingers slide into my dripping pussy, massaging my hungry clit with his fingers, rubbing them quickly as I moaned louder and louder, arching my back even more from the power of that climax, and then he slowed down for me to catch my breath. He took his hand away and slapped my ass, and slapped it hard a few times, as I screamed because of the painful pleasure. He was teasing me with his hand, slapping my thighs a few more times, as I screamed loud in the room, loving every second of it.
He focused on my clit again, rubbing it more and more, but then, I felt a foreign hand on my breast, pinching my nipple REALLY HARD. “This is how you touch a girl’s boob!” a woman’s voice said. I moaned in pain, and I opened my eyes with the shock that someone had touched me without my permission. Jesse looked at me with a worried look, and I looked at him with a “let’s ignore it” look on my face. He continued on with his touching, but once again I felt that same heavy hand on my breast, pinching it harder and shaking it to where it ached.
Jesse asked, “Should I tell her to stop?”
I whispered, “No, let’s just ignore her again, but if she does it again, tell her to stop, my boob is hurting.”
It didn’t stop there. She reached over a third time, making me scream in pain, and Jesse pulled her arm away, angrily. “Can you please stop touching her?” he demanded to the woman.
The woman gave him an annoying look, and walked away. I was livid, angry that she broke my moment while I was enjoying my time. Jesse pouted at me and apologized for not stopping her sooner, but it wasn’t his fault, I had told him to ignore her anyway. So we continued with our foreplay, but it wasn’t the same. I was angry as fuck, I was so so pissed that this woman had the balls to hurt someone without asking, especially in a sex club. I was even more pissed that she broke the first rule of conduct, hopefully she would get kicked out.
So Jesse and I decided to finish getting me off because I had lost the mood. We quickly went back to our foreplay, and I ended up squirting on the bed, feeling wonderful that I had come. But I was still really, really pissed. We quickly got up, and informed someone what had happened…turned out, we got a free pass in the end, so there was some consolation…
We put back on our clothes and decided to walk around the club again to see if there were any new acts to watch…and again we ventured back into the S&M basement…
Part III is soon to follow!!
I was shaking with excited anticipation. I had never, ever in my life had sex in front of people. This would be the first time for me to really feel what it would be like to have other people watch me fuck. I quickly lay on the bed, and Jesse placed my hands inside the holes, tying them tightly with Japanese bondage rope. I was a helpless woman, bound to a bed, naked, where my pleasure was in his hands…
He reached over to touch one breast, and gently rubbed the nipples in his hands, as he kissed my mouth, felt his soft lips exploring me, his pointy tongue rubbing against mine as we covered each other’s mouths, wrestling to each other’s movements. As he moved south, my body was covered with his tongue, and I felt the wetness left from his mouth, exploring my neck, my chest, covering my breasts and nipples with kisses and sucks, as he found my erogenous zones near my sides, and went onward, down toward the inside of my legs, and then to his favorite: my feet. He took one foot and pressed it to his nose, smelled its scent, then began to savor one toe, then the other, with his wet mouth, and began to lick the bottom of my foot with his tongue. My, did it feel erotic. I felt even wetter as he caressed and nipped my foot with his teeth, feeling his heavy breathing on my toes, making me feel hotter and hornier at the same time.
A man and a woman, together, showed up during our foot play and watched Jesse lick my feet. The woman turned to me and asked, “Can I touch you?” And I nodded my head, and answered with a breathy “yes”. She lightly touched my thigh with her hand, and as Jesse continued to kiss my foot, she leaned over and ventured into the inside of my thigh, and I felt the ticklish sensation of her nails and fingertips. Wow, did it feel good. I closed my eyes, and felt three hands on me, Jesse’s hands on my feet, and the woman’s hand getting closer and closer towards my pussy…
I felt her fingers lightly touch my clit, and she began to rub it gently. My pussy was dripping with wetness, and I could lightly feel her fingertips brush the entrance of my vagina, then moving towards my clit to rub it slowly and softly. I felt my back arching, my wrists beginning to chafe from the binds, but I was enjoying myself, moaning loudly with pleasure. A few minutes later, her hand disappeared, and I felt Jesse’s weight over me.
I opened my eyes again, and there was a crowd of people surrounding our bed. Out of a small instance of sanity, I quickly counted the people around the bed. Oh my god, there’s twelve people watching me!! Wow!! I said to myself. They were quiet, intently watching us have our fun, and I felt myself enjoying the fact that there was an audience. I felt like a live porn star in sex fantasy land, baring everything and not feeling the slightest bit of shame with what I was doing. I was enjoying the fact that there were twelve sets of eyes watching me, all getting horny by the sight of watching Jesse get me off while I was tied to a headboard. It was very exhilarating, nothing like I had ever felt before. It made me realize the power of being able to hold people by the palm of your hand by having sex in front of them, and stopping them dead in your tracks by your bareness and your sensuality. I had begun to finally realize that power, and I was loving every second of it.
Jesse’s hand began to touch my pussy. I felt his fingers slide into my dripping pussy, massaging my hungry clit with his fingers, rubbing them quickly as I moaned louder and louder, arching my back even more from the power of that climax, and then he slowed down for me to catch my breath. He took his hand away and slapped my ass, and slapped it hard a few times, as I screamed because of the painful pleasure. He was teasing me with his hand, slapping my thighs a few more times, as I screamed loud in the room, loving every second of it.
He focused on my clit again, rubbing it more and more, but then, I felt a foreign hand on my breast, pinching my nipple REALLY HARD. “This is how you touch a girl’s boob!” a woman’s voice said. I moaned in pain, and I opened my eyes with the shock that someone had touched me without my permission. Jesse looked at me with a worried look, and I looked at him with a “let’s ignore it” look on my face. He continued on with his touching, but once again I felt that same heavy hand on my breast, pinching it harder and shaking it to where it ached.
Jesse asked, “Should I tell her to stop?”
I whispered, “No, let’s just ignore her again, but if she does it again, tell her to stop, my boob is hurting.”
It didn’t stop there. She reached over a third time, making me scream in pain, and Jesse pulled her arm away, angrily. “Can you please stop touching her?” he demanded to the woman.
The woman gave him an annoying look, and walked away. I was livid, angry that she broke my moment while I was enjoying my time. Jesse pouted at me and apologized for not stopping her sooner, but it wasn’t his fault, I had told him to ignore her anyway. So we continued with our foreplay, but it wasn’t the same. I was angry as fuck, I was so so pissed that this woman had the balls to hurt someone without asking, especially in a sex club. I was even more pissed that she broke the first rule of conduct, hopefully she would get kicked out.
So Jesse and I decided to finish getting me off because I had lost the mood. We quickly went back to our foreplay, and I ended up squirting on the bed, feeling wonderful that I had come. But I was still really, really pissed. We quickly got up, and informed someone what had happened…turned out, we got a free pass in the end, so there was some consolation…
We put back on our clothes and decided to walk around the club again to see if there were any new acts to watch…and again we ventured back into the S&M basement…
Part III is soon to follow!!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sexcapade Files #7: The Gates of Pleasure – The Sex Club Experience Part I
A few years ago, a fuck buddy of mine named Jesse and I decided to explore the city in a unique way – by going to a sex club. It was located in a back alley in the ghetto part of the city, but damn, was it worth the risk of getting shot going to that club, it was like sex heaven.
We entered the club, and discovered there were four floors total, but we had access to only three floors (the fourth floor was for homosexual men only to romp in). We walked into the dark first floor and discovered the delights of this floor – the exotic Medieval period and ancient Egyptian décor surrounded the place. The rooms had lavish decorations that were felt true to the time period it represented – sex swings hung from wooden beams and teepee structures, large wooden effigies with metal hooks for hanging were strewn in each room, and there were wooden structures that seemed like face-down massage chairs in some of the rooms, and I was so tempted to want to get whipped sitting on something like that. Every room had an entrance, but no door, for people to view you while you were fucking. No one had privacy, it was a building full of orgies out in open view. People would walk around with no clothes on, men would sit on benches watching people having sex, and jerking themselves for everyone to see. The building smelled of incense, and the dark atmosphere shrouded the mysteries of sex that I so desperately wanted to see.
We passed by a jail cell that had stirrups where an older couple was having sex. The woman was lying on a platform with her legs on the stirrups, moaning and her breasts moving in rhythmic motion while her husband was banging away, as you heard the slapping of his balls and thighs on her skin. Two men were with us watching this couple fucking away, and you can see their penises being stroked and rubbed by their calloused hands, and geez, was I getting horny.
We went upstairs to another floor, where it had a 70’s strip tease/romantic fantasy theme. In one section of the room, there were tables and chairs, and a pole bar where you could perform pole acts. On the other side of the room, you saw cubicles with beds that had different types of canopies, and all of them had holes on the headboards so you could get tied up in them. Further towards the back of the room, you saw a multitude of wide couches, and all had enough space for you to fuck on. At this point, this floor wasn’t completely busy, so we moved on to the next floor…
The basement was the most interesting floor of all – it was the S&M floor. It was the darkest room of all, but the most exciting and had the most variety. Once you entered the room, the place looked like a dungeon. In the center of the room, you saw a large jail cell replica with smaller jail compartments. In one, you saw a naked young man sitting on a chair with stirrups, his hands behind his back, and his white cock was erect, glistening under faint florescent lights. In another cell, there were two transvestite masters paddling and shocking two other trannies slaves handcuffed to a paddle chair, and in the last compartment, a man was strapped on a gurney while his master was whipping him hard with a leather whip, his lashes would echo in the dungeon.
Jesse and I walked around the room, and saw open rooms on the other side of the floor. In one room, there was a king sized platform bed, with a wooden slab tilted at an angle for hanging and whipping. Another room had modern décor, the walls were all white but tinted with black lighting. A large circular bed sat in one side of the room, and the floor was covered with black carpeting. The last room was dark and also illuminated with black lighting, and had a few chairs and couches. Inside that room were 2 males and 2 females having an orgy together, two men were kissing on the couch while the women were crouched on the floor sucking cock, oblivious that there was a crowd of people standing in front of their room, watching. It was so hot that I felt really really horny.
Jesse and I couldn’t take it anymore…we decided to go up to the second floor to find a room to fuck in, we couldn’t pass this up…
Part II will come soon, promise!!
We entered the club, and discovered there were four floors total, but we had access to only three floors (the fourth floor was for homosexual men only to romp in). We walked into the dark first floor and discovered the delights of this floor – the exotic Medieval period and ancient Egyptian décor surrounded the place. The rooms had lavish decorations that were felt true to the time period it represented – sex swings hung from wooden beams and teepee structures, large wooden effigies with metal hooks for hanging were strewn in each room, and there were wooden structures that seemed like face-down massage chairs in some of the rooms, and I was so tempted to want to get whipped sitting on something like that. Every room had an entrance, but no door, for people to view you while you were fucking. No one had privacy, it was a building full of orgies out in open view. People would walk around with no clothes on, men would sit on benches watching people having sex, and jerking themselves for everyone to see. The building smelled of incense, and the dark atmosphere shrouded the mysteries of sex that I so desperately wanted to see.
We passed by a jail cell that had stirrups where an older couple was having sex. The woman was lying on a platform with her legs on the stirrups, moaning and her breasts moving in rhythmic motion while her husband was banging away, as you heard the slapping of his balls and thighs on her skin. Two men were with us watching this couple fucking away, and you can see their penises being stroked and rubbed by their calloused hands, and geez, was I getting horny.
We went upstairs to another floor, where it had a 70’s strip tease/romantic fantasy theme. In one section of the room, there were tables and chairs, and a pole bar where you could perform pole acts. On the other side of the room, you saw cubicles with beds that had different types of canopies, and all of them had holes on the headboards so you could get tied up in them. Further towards the back of the room, you saw a multitude of wide couches, and all had enough space for you to fuck on. At this point, this floor wasn’t completely busy, so we moved on to the next floor…
The basement was the most interesting floor of all – it was the S&M floor. It was the darkest room of all, but the most exciting and had the most variety. Once you entered the room, the place looked like a dungeon. In the center of the room, you saw a large jail cell replica with smaller jail compartments. In one, you saw a naked young man sitting on a chair with stirrups, his hands behind his back, and his white cock was erect, glistening under faint florescent lights. In another cell, there were two transvestite masters paddling and shocking two other trannies slaves handcuffed to a paddle chair, and in the last compartment, a man was strapped on a gurney while his master was whipping him hard with a leather whip, his lashes would echo in the dungeon.
Jesse and I walked around the room, and saw open rooms on the other side of the floor. In one room, there was a king sized platform bed, with a wooden slab tilted at an angle for hanging and whipping. Another room had modern décor, the walls were all white but tinted with black lighting. A large circular bed sat in one side of the room, and the floor was covered with black carpeting. The last room was dark and also illuminated with black lighting, and had a few chairs and couches. Inside that room were 2 males and 2 females having an orgy together, two men were kissing on the couch while the women were crouched on the floor sucking cock, oblivious that there was a crowd of people standing in front of their room, watching. It was so hot that I felt really really horny.
Jesse and I couldn’t take it anymore…we decided to go up to the second floor to find a room to fuck in, we couldn’t pass this up…
Part II will come soon, promise!!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Sexcapade Files #5: Orgasm by Ultrasound
Orgasm by ultrasound...what does that mean, you ask. Sounds like a strange way to get off it seems, but believe it or not, it is possible.
I would have to consider this sex incident as one of the funniest things to happen to me, even if it was by accident. Please consider that I wasn't even in that frame of mind to be thinking about sex (it wasn't even in the picture), but it resulted in a sexual manner in the end.
I was at the hospital for an ultrasound procedure, and I was scared shitless. I had never done an ultrasound, I wasn't sure what they would find, and I was hoping the prognosis would be good. So, as you can see, I was thinking about my health more than anything at this point. I was sent to a room with two women, one was an older, blond woman, and the other was much younger, about my age, wearing a technician's coat. They quickly introduced myself, and here I was, shaking with a silent fear, of what was supposed to happen, that I forgot their names. They told me to undress and wear a hospital gown, and asked me to lie down on the bed, that was right next to a computer screen.
So then the procedure began. They had smeared gel all over my stomach and guided an instrument that looked like a large dildo over my abdomen, and from what I can tell, the younger girl was in training to conduct ultrasounds, so she didn't really know what she was doing, and the older woman was guiding her, by hand, to point that instrument in the correct way. The younger girl was making mistakes, so the ultrasound wand kept on moving around in jagged movements, making small adjustments here and there, for half an hour until they finished.
I thought we were completely done, until the older woman stated they had to do a "transvaginal" ultrasound. I wasn't sure what that meant until they told me to open my legs and I felt cold hands on my thighs.
The wand went inside my pussy, slick and wet with gel. I took a deep breath, as the wand probed inside my pussy. Again, the younger woman was probing the wand inside of me, making mistakes and small, awkward movements here and there, so much that I started to feel kind of horny.
Oh my god, I'm getting wet, I thought. I shut my eyes tightly, trying not to make a sound, and I felt my hands clutching onto the sides of the bed, trying not to think of the awkward and sharp movements of the ultrasound wand, the uneven strokes...
Shit! I'm getting wet, oh my god, oh my god, I kept on telling myself, over and over again, but I was feeling the jagged movements of that ultrasound wand in my pussy, feeling myself getting hotter and wetter as the minutes go by. Then I began to panic.
Just breathe, don't think, just breathe deeply, this torture will end soon, don't think of this as a sex act, it's a medical procedure!! Just breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out... I told myself over and over again, lying on the bed, and feeling myself getting hotter and hornier.
Oh my god, I hope they don't know that I'm getting wet down there! This is way too embarrassing! I'm here for a medical procedure, not for some sex fling! Please, I hope they don't know about me getting wet... I pursed my lips tightly so I couldn't have the urge to escape a moan or a sigh, but I felt myself breathing hard. My cheeks were getting flushed, and my hands were getting numb from holding on to the bed. So much for embarrassing moments.
Then finally, it was over. They asked me to get up from the bed, get dressed, and I was on my way out. I kept thinking about the incident in my mind, and I flushed with embarrassment. Out of a frightening medical procedure, I ended up getting horny instead.
Who said that being at the hospital wasn't sexy? :-D
I would have to consider this sex incident as one of the funniest things to happen to me, even if it was by accident. Please consider that I wasn't even in that frame of mind to be thinking about sex (it wasn't even in the picture), but it resulted in a sexual manner in the end.
I was at the hospital for an ultrasound procedure, and I was scared shitless. I had never done an ultrasound, I wasn't sure what they would find, and I was hoping the prognosis would be good. So, as you can see, I was thinking about my health more than anything at this point. I was sent to a room with two women, one was an older, blond woman, and the other was much younger, about my age, wearing a technician's coat. They quickly introduced myself, and here I was, shaking with a silent fear, of what was supposed to happen, that I forgot their names. They told me to undress and wear a hospital gown, and asked me to lie down on the bed, that was right next to a computer screen.
So then the procedure began. They had smeared gel all over my stomach and guided an instrument that looked like a large dildo over my abdomen, and from what I can tell, the younger girl was in training to conduct ultrasounds, so she didn't really know what she was doing, and the older woman was guiding her, by hand, to point that instrument in the correct way. The younger girl was making mistakes, so the ultrasound wand kept on moving around in jagged movements, making small adjustments here and there, for half an hour until they finished.
I thought we were completely done, until the older woman stated they had to do a "transvaginal" ultrasound. I wasn't sure what that meant until they told me to open my legs and I felt cold hands on my thighs.
The wand went inside my pussy, slick and wet with gel. I took a deep breath, as the wand probed inside my pussy. Again, the younger woman was probing the wand inside of me, making mistakes and small, awkward movements here and there, so much that I started to feel kind of horny.
Oh my god, I'm getting wet, I thought. I shut my eyes tightly, trying not to make a sound, and I felt my hands clutching onto the sides of the bed, trying not to think of the awkward and sharp movements of the ultrasound wand, the uneven strokes...
Shit! I'm getting wet, oh my god, oh my god, I kept on telling myself, over and over again, but I was feeling the jagged movements of that ultrasound wand in my pussy, feeling myself getting hotter and wetter as the minutes go by. Then I began to panic.
Just breathe, don't think, just breathe deeply, this torture will end soon, don't think of this as a sex act, it's a medical procedure!! Just breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out... I told myself over and over again, lying on the bed, and feeling myself getting hotter and hornier.
Oh my god, I hope they don't know that I'm getting wet down there! This is way too embarrassing! I'm here for a medical procedure, not for some sex fling! Please, I hope they don't know about me getting wet... I pursed my lips tightly so I couldn't have the urge to escape a moan or a sigh, but I felt myself breathing hard. My cheeks were getting flushed, and my hands were getting numb from holding on to the bed. So much for embarrassing moments.
Then finally, it was over. They asked me to get up from the bed, get dressed, and I was on my way out. I kept thinking about the incident in my mind, and I flushed with embarrassment. Out of a frightening medical procedure, I ended up getting horny instead.
Who said that being at the hospital wasn't sexy? :-D
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