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I swear. True story.Warren’s “Cheating” (10)
Posted on September 23, 2011[Continued from "Warren's 'Cheating' (9)."]
They came home, stripped off their clothing, and got into bed. They snuggled tightly for a while. He had been resisting the temptation for a while, but it finally got the better of him and he had to speak.
“I don’t want you to have dirty sex with other men, but not me” he said, in an almost guilty tone.
She looked at him, but didn’t say anything. She had made up her mind about it months before, but his anguish was beginning to drain her.
“All guys want their women to do dirty things,” he said, sounding a little too pensive. “I mean, every guy’s fantasy is a woman who loves having sex … like in a porno,” he continued. She realized her silence was an excellent prompt, and waited for him to continue.
“So I don’t think it’s so much that I want to have that kind of sex with you, but I just don’t want to be missing out on seeing you do it,” he finished. He looked at her, gauging her response.
“So … you’d be okay with what I want to do, if only you could see it,” she summarized.
“I think so. I just feel totally left out. It’s one thing for you to be seeing other men and doing the same stuff we do together… but when it’s a totally different experience, I feel like you’re shutting me out.”
“Well, I don’t intend to shut you out,” she admitted. “I just never through you could handle it. I thought you’d start demanding the same kind of sex with me.”
“I won’t,” he offered. “I’ll just watch. I’m totally fascinated with it. I just want to know what you’re doing. It’ll make me feel so much better about it.”
She considered this for a while. “Okay. Alright. I think it might be okay if you watch me sometimes when I’m in one of those moods.”
He smiled broadly. “Really?”
“Yeah, I suppose,” she continued. After a pause, she made a counter-offer. “Except there’s one more thing. I want to make it a deal. You have to give something up if you want to watch me.” She smiled, satisfied with the plan.
He pursed his lips. “Give up … what?” he asked nervously.
“Cumming inside me,” she said quickly.
“What?!” he raged.
“That’s my offer. You can’t have your cake and eat it, too. I’m not completely okay with you invading my privacy, you know. And I deserve privacy. If you want to watch, you need to give me something in return.”
They sat in silence for a minute.
“Well, I can cum anywhere else, right?”
“Anywhere else,” she reassured. “But I want to leave my pussy for other men.”
“Okay. Deal,” he said quickly. He was in a bargaining mood. She had the feeling she could have restricted intercourse entirely, and he would have accepted it. She felt almost a bit ashamed for having considered that idea hot, though. Only a sense of propriety stopped her short.
He was practically jumping on the bed at this point. “Will you show me the whole tape then? Show me your favorite parts?”
“You’re never going to cum inside me again if I show you. You know that, right? I’m serious.” She tried to sound stern, but wasn’t sure if it came across. She meant it entirely, and hoped this decision wouldn’t spark weeks of fighting.
“I understand. I just need to be involved in all parts of your life,” he said, smiling sincerely.
She went into her closet, opened a few shoe storage boxes, and pulled out a number of small videotapes. She loaded the first into the camcorder, breathed a big sigh, and started the tape. She lay back down with him, remote in hand, and proceeded to show him her favorite parts.
Her favorite parts were a double-penetration with two very large men, both of whom came inside her, their cum dripping out in a torrent, a very rough deepthroating by another, and finally four men cumming in her mouth and on her chin in quick succession at the end of the tape.
He found himself searching for words. He had never seen anything so sexy on any pornographic tape, and had no idea she was even physically capable of doing the things he saw her do on the tape. He started to touch himself almost automatically, and she pushed his hand away as she continued to fast-forward from highlight to highlight.
“You’ve been doing this kind of stuff … for how long?”
“For years, honey, long before I met you. Are you okay?”
“I want you,” he said, pulling the covers aside to look at her naked body. He looked back at the screen to see two men working their enormous cocks into her pussy at the same time, and was overwhelmed. He practically pounced on her, and she was happy to receive him.
“I won’t cum in you,” he promised obediently as he entered her.
“Never again,” she reminded him.
“Never again,” he breathed wordlessly. His own orgasm took only seconds due to his delirious arousal, and he obediently pulled out and came all over her tummy.
“Lick it off if you want to see more,” she said suddenly, almost stunned with her own force.
He did so more obediently than she could have imagined any man would, and was happy to lay beside her and hold her afterward.
[That's it, kids. And since I've not spoken to Warren for years, that's all you'll get. Of course I am willing to entertain submissions from y'all: ShazamChi@yahoo.com.]
Photo Lotto 10
Posted on September 20, 2011
I’ve had fantasies similar to this. I’ve fantasized that I’m a counter and everyone’s using me as a counter but they otherwise ignore me and the fact that I’m naked. This looks like it could be fun.
I swear. True story.
Dream Journal: 5/13/11
Posted on September 17, 2011In a wooded suburb. Strange shit keeps happening. I’m suspected and the only way to prove my innocence is to catch the culprit.
But it’s scary and dangerous. [I woke up with my heart racing and felt very scared. For a little while I tried not to go back to sleep so I wouldn't go into that dream again.]
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Expedition in snow and ice. At base there’s a fat woman living alone. If I complete a task she’ll be able to leave.
The task involves making my way through an ice cave from bottom left to top right. Repeatedly I note that I’m wearing the wrong shoes – a kind of brogue – for the task at hand. Every time I fall I have to go back to the beginning.
There is a hole, the bottom of which drops out on an irregular basis, down which items fall. If I can grab them before the bottom dorps out I can keep them.
The items are mind and include a pair of shoes – I lose one of a heeled Mary Jane.
Still snow and ice but another room where there are people in various states of dying and starving.
I end up negotiating for some of the healthier people’s escape; others know they’re gonna die and their very skinny and weak.
With the task done, I’m back with the fat woman whom I tell she can now leave. Seems she might have been taking care of Isis.
I look down and see Joaquin dipping his paw into a pitcher of tea the woman had made and put on the floor.
Photo Lotto 9: Fun With Produce
Posted on September 14, 2011
Cucumbers make great dildos, but she’s not doing it right. What you need to do is peel the cucumber, leaving enough on one end to act as a handle. Cucumbers are very wet when peeled, which makes for some nice lube. (I’d use an organic one just to be safe.) However, like any lube, you get it on your hands and everything’s harder to grip. So leave enough peel on one end to grab on to that cucumber so you can fuck yourself or your partner.
I swear. True story.
Warren’s “Cheating” (8)
Posted on September 13, 2011[Continued from "Warren's 'Cheating' (7)."]
The rest of the week went as he imagined. Each night, every ten minutes, he received another picture or short movie clip. He continued to send text messages and leave her voicemails, sometimes up to a half-dozen times a day, to let her know he was thinking about her. She did not answer the phone or respond to his text messages, but most of the emails he got contained some kind of sweet note, in addition to the very graphic evidence of her continued infidelity. He was anxious to fly home not to stop the barrage of emails (he saved every one permanently to his computer), but simply to actually have a live conversation with her.
She met him at the airport wearing her prettiest dress and an enormous smile. She ran to him, jumped into his arms, and smothered him with kisses. They held each other for several minutes, as if they hadn’t seen each other for years. When she broke their embrace, he asked if she’d accompany him to dinner, and explained that he had made reservations at her favorite restaurant. She squealed with happiness, and the two departed, arm in arm at last.
He had his hopes up that she was going to explain her entire week in excruciating detail, and began goading her as soon as they were in the car.
“So, how was your week baby?”
“Oh, it was good… I missed you. I was kind of bored. You know, just normal work stuff.”
“You couldn’t possibly have been bored, you sent me all that stuff.”
“Well, yeah, but it wasn’t all from this week.”
“Some of it had to have been,” he said, preparing his Detective voice. “We switched those two pictures on the wall about two days before I left, and at least some of the pictures showed them. In fact, I don’t think any of the pictures showed them the way they used to be.”
“Well, okay,” she smiled broadly, “I wasn’t that bored. But I definitely did miss you.”
“Fair enough,” he said triumphantly. “But will you tell me one thing?”
“Maybe,” she said, narrowing her eyes as she smiled.
“How many times … did you?”
“Oh honey, you don’t want to know things like that,” she said, stroking his arm.
“I really do, actually,” he said.
“How many do you think?” she challenged.
“I don’t know, I sometimes couldn’t tell the guys apart. It seemed like at least ten different guys were in different pictures.”
She laughed out loud. “You really scoured those pictures, didn’t you baby?”
“Well, yeah, it’s the only thing I had to do at night.”
“What, you couldn’t go find yourself some tiny little Japanese hooker and relieve yourself?”
“Do you think that’s what I wanted?”
“I don’t know, what did you want?” she asked coyly.
“What I really wanted was to see the entire video tape. You sent me four little pieces from it.”
She just smiled at him.
“So… will I get to see the entire video tape?” he asked hopefully.
She hesitated, but did not stop smiling. “I don’t know,” was all she said. She cocked her head to the side, considering.
“Oh, come on, you let me see some of the best parts of it already,” he said.
“Those weren’t necessarily the best parts, sweetie.”
“Please?” He didn’t know what else to say.
“I’ll think about it,” she said in a sort of authoritarian way.
He decided that pressuring her was not likely to elicit a positive response, so he doubled back and decided to ask more questions.
“How long is the video?” he asked, almost shaking in anticipation of her answer.
“Well… it wasn’t just one video, it was three. And each was pretty much a full tape, ninety minutes.”
He was stunned. He tried to do the math… seven days, four and half hours of video, more than 30 minutes a day on average.
“Wow,” was all he managed to say. “You mean…”
“But honey, you can’t see the tapes,” she said, suddenly seeming to have made up her mind.
“Why not?” he said, aware that it sounded like he was about to whine.
She sighed slightly. “I just prefer to keep them to myself.”
After a few minutes of pained silence, she continued. “The tapes show me doing things I’ve never done with you, and I don’t want you to get any ideas.” She knew this was a bombshell, and she was going to enjoy the aftermath. They were just pulling into the restaurant parking lot, and he was going to have to wait a while to get anything more out of her.
His jaw dropped. “You mean … the clips you sent me were … the tame parts?” He thought back to the video clips, which all had shown her having very savage sex with different men. One had shown her accepting an enormous load of cum in her mouth.
“Well, they certainly weren’t my favorite parts,” she said, opening her car door.
[To be continued ….]
Photo Lotto 8
Posted on September 07, 2011
Isn’t she cute? And young? Yes, she is. Yum. Very cute face including a little button nose. Hip asymmetrical haircut. Love the perky boobs. Love the heather gray panties. The tattoo is well done. But the thing that takes this photo from being ok to fucking sexy is those Chuck Taylors.
I swear. True story.
Warren’s “Cheating” (7)
Posted on September 05, 2011[Continued from "Warren's 'Cheating' (6)."]
He was beginning to get tired, and finally realized the evil of her ways: she knew it was nighttime for him. She was going to send one photograph every ten minutes, knowing full well that he would never be able to get to sleep, wanting to wait just a bit longer for the next image. He was thankful to have a bit of jet lag, and decided to wait for the next image. It was a psychological challenge very much like a snooze button.
The next soft ping made his stiff cock ache even more strongly. He opened the email excitedly, clicking several times in the wrong spot before hitting it properly. It turned out to not be an image at all, but a video. His hands began to shake, his heart pounding. Did she send him a video of the entire encounter? That would be like a dream come true – in over a year, he had never even seen a glimpse of her with another man, and that became something like the Holy Grail to him, the ultimate win.
He opened the movie, which played for a second, and stopped. He cursed. All he saw was her face, which filled most of the frame. She was apparently in a doggy-style position of some sort, her arms down in front of her. Her mouth was open, her eyes were closed, and she was moaning – no, screaming. He clicked the play button again – the video was only about one second long, and contained just one powerful stroke from the man presumably but invisibly behind her. He saw her eyes squeezing a little tighter as he presumably filled her completely, heard one gasp escaping from her lips. He played the video over and over again, cursing at it for being only one second long, cursing himself for actually thinking she’d send him a whole video. The sound of his thighs slapping her ass as he finished the stroke dominated the audio track; that and the look of her eyelids tightening slightly were the only clues he had to what she was doing. His imagination was going wild, and he was masturbating almost without intending to do so, touching his penis instinctively with so much pent up sexual frustration. He was about to let himself cum, watching this silly one second video on an endless loop, when the email program pinged once more.
He opened the new email to find another picture of her, this time on her tummy on the bed. Most of her torso and hips were visible, but not her head or legs. There was a very powerful looking man laying with his stomach against her back, his skin a little darker than hers, his cock invisible but surely following the curve of her buttocks, buried deeply in her pussy. He couldn’t resist it anymore, and came buckets all over himself. He mopped it up with his underwear, and decided to go to sleep. He closed the laptop’s screen, but couldn’t bring himself to close the email program first. He knew full well it was going to ping again in about seven minutes, but he couldn’t bear to not hear that ping. He climbed into bed and waited for it. He listened to many more, groaning after each one, fighting with himself to stay in bed, his mind wandering helplessly, trying to guess the content of all the images or clips of video that now awaited him.
He finally fell asleep several hours later, and was grateful that the ping was not loud enough to wake him. It was going to be a very long week.
[To be continued ….]
