Posts Tagged 'fantasies'

One night

Thursday, September 16th, 2010


It's hot, lower the sheet, rub your hands my waist, and without me knowing, my pajamas holds my knees. To free kick, while your hand fiddling on my nipples, drawing circles around each one, infinity sign joining the two in an embrace. Your lips are on your fingers, delicately made me feel that first embraced the side nearest to you, then your body on mine, to reach the other with the mouth, the soft firmness of your breasts while relying on me. And low, lower your mouth, kissing, licking, standing, climbing, making the moment last.

I feel the beating of my warm thick blood filling my body, which stands proud above my pubis. Their movement will not go unnoticed, and your hands caress him, palms embrace, in a hymn to the god Pan, in a prayer obscene, in an ode to life, love, sex. Hands down, leaving the yard and now cradling the two flatly wrapped in a skin soft as a baby's ass.

My cock rises, insolent, while the sights and a playful finger moves vertically, slowly, barely touching as she follows your finger, pursues him, relents when touched, angry rises when trying to keep away in a ballet of love and desire.

I wish you and you know ... you want to prolong the moment, your finger down my body, down again, going beyond eggs, tracing circles in the most sensitive area that you know, just in the lower fold, not just before man's land between them and the ass ... lost zone, warm zone, an area of ​​exquisite sensuality ... my legs spread unwittingly, in a silent invitation. Your finger continues on its way, your head on my navel, looking at your fingers, looking at my cock ... I toured and smile at me shyly: I can? ...

(To be continued ... or maybe not)

1 .- seraphim, cherubim, thrones, dominations ...

Saturday, October 10th, 2009

Inaugurated a new category: submission, domination, a field that has been explained to the author of this blog and that has interested ... maybe this is the first post of a series, that is the only one.
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Submission, domination ... it's an RPG

In this post we start with disquisitions, and ends tomorrow with a fantasy for beginners (and beginners)

And now begins the post itself

Well I am on the first triad of angelic ranks.

For those who have not put on heavenly things, the layman, the angels are angels. And point, no more than talk. We all have our guardian angel, wings singed enough, by the way, and we know of the existence of the archangels, rather than anything of the Annunciation.

But it is a world far more complex than that:

There are nine levels of angels, arranged in three triples, ordered the most powerful: the Seraphim to Angel walking (well, the wings, in this case)
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· Seraphim
· Cherubs
· Thrones

· Dominions
· Virtues
· Powers

· Prince
· Archangels
· Angel

and I, unknowingly, I had remained in the first triad of young love Los Angeles, Archangels clothed me with their wings shake the first time I ran into a woman, the principalities of the first passion.

Come on, Jack, knight and king of love.

But none of the rest ...

And suddenly, for reasons that are irrelevant, I discover that there is much more than what is seen with the naked eye.

Powers, Virtues, Dominions ...

Powers pass over now with the help of Pfizer, we can all do not talk about (or with) the Virtues, and Dominations I focus on ...

The domination of a Master (and forgive you write in capital letters, as they do, and speedily will I, if I dare and let me) on another person.

In an RPG that can go as far as you want. It may be love for a while, or it can be love for life. I know some Amos, ordinary people by all accounts, they were married, that his wife withdrew from the labor market to raise their children, and especially to his daughters on respect for the Master.
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These are full-time Masters and instead require full dedication of the other (forgive me, not like the other ... is called the slave? The slave? The submissive / a? The wife?). And if he / submissive / the rebels, hit or kill, depending.

And they are also the part-time Masters in a game purely sexual. Those who agree with your partner to play domination and submission for a while, may be a while in bed can be a field day: "Stay here, put your hands on the mower, and do not give the back while you entitled to. Do not want to hear to enjoy "

You have to define not only who's who (who I love, who submissive), but certain rules. With punishments? in pain? where we want to go? clearly are agreed before the game ...

I thought, oh, woe is me, oh wretched, when I proposed a set of these, which was associated with pain. And I said no, without investigating further, when my teacher was an expert lover, I probably would have blown up a level. And I confounded with dominance and submission sadism and masochism. And although you probably can not exist without domination sadism, if there can be no domination sadism sadism ... if causing physical pain is understood. domination of the submissive by the master implies a certain sadism: you are my slave, your pleasure matters little to me, you'll have when I want. I can pray, I beg and I can decide.

And now, for newbies like me, is the trickiest part ... I am, if I want to get into that?. Master or submissive?.

(Continued)

6. We did not know. Two trios are not six people

Friday, July 3rd, 2009

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We were on the mat, the other pair, with the help of Carmen, who had made the tone had come into action. The lying above it, Carmen supportive hand on his lingam.

Carmen I was jealous, having the hand between two people who are fucking, being able to play the one or the other, feeling his strength both as the softness of her, both enjoying themselves, and probably the situation. I must say that I really have, and it's a strange situation and exciting at once.

It is not known (finally, you have your hands full with their partners) if one touches a man or woman, or the truth is that it matters much. If a neuron will remain available might guess, I think that if a woman focuses more on the lingam because less known erogenous zones of men, and instead if a man likes more brush around, you know that testicles are painful if they are crushed but the skin that covers them is erogenous to be caressed. So avoid the pinch, or give shots.

I watched them fuck, while the hands of Carmen passed from one to another, her tits now, now it's ass. Focused there, stroking movements accompanying him, touching the perineum, the area most sensitive searching, until he began to move more sharply, as if to finish.

She took his hand and said:

- Not yet, wait, we just started.

They stopped for a moment, that he recovered. Sometimes changed position, standing, I believe, so that we could see the action. When they were in the position of the dog, I went through my head under her breasts and sucked her nipples, otherwise forgotten, until you feel the mouth of Carmen in me.

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But at that time I was hanging on the breast, and not admit many distractions, still sucking and I thought it liked, and that among the blows that he gave his fellow behind (accompanied, it seemed, of one or the other cheek, and, of course, many bad words), and my action, she began to scream as if they were killed, falling on me, trembling, his body wet with sweat still vibrating.

He looked at me and said now, but you're you and not her.

I did not understand, until he turned, spread her legs and put his hand on her wet sex. He came, I opened a little hand, I did not remove it, I wanted to participate in the magic moment of penetration, wanted to feel in my hands touch strong drive of a lingam entering yoni of a woman.

Your sex, wet, slipped between my fingers buried in her body, with a sucking sound. I noticed in passing, I felt, I too, a little star.

Then closed by a ring fingers on his penis. I felt the strength and depth of their movements, so different from the smooth, undulating women while her lips close around my hand, completely flooded.

I noticed that he did it differently than I did, deliberate movements and deep, also stronger (never too late to learn I thought), but the pelvis moving, pushing with all his body.

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The not want to run and therefore tried to take my hand, but she ...

- Let, let, I want to end up well, while Carmen took her hand and put it also in the area. I know because I found myself the other hand, who greeted me somewhat.

Obviously, it's hard stand making love, if on one hand there are fingers that reinforce the effect of vaginal muscles, and the other is a hand caressing the back.

I felt at the turn of the movement was already looking forward to the end, because their movement centered around my fingers. He moved fast, tense, relaxed fucking different from before, a few millimeters, but they all focus the most sensitive part of his penis around my hand, taking advantage of the additional strength of my fingers, looking for the point that I knew more sensitive. She motivated by voice:

- Stronger, and, give him everything! that does not distract always excited and surprised me, it seems to me that I was laughing. But no, felt her orgasm coming on the tension of his body, his penis, infinitely harder, until I felt the pulse of her orgasm.

I had never felt so clear, it was as if something hard to become even more rigid for a few seconds, and then again less, as if something loosens tense and within it. I flooded the hand, a very special smell emanated, erotic, male and female combined.

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I put my hand to my nose and my fingers smell multiplied by one thousand. Carmen took her hand in mine and the two approaches to our faces, we were close. He licked my fingers, and was an electric shock I walk through my hands and was circulated through my body.

The smell, the situation, the experience hitherto demanded happen then to be the hero of my story.

link to last in this series: galactic and even Florence

2! A private relationship

Monday, May 18th, 2009

We passed two or three emails - as before no one had email, we had it we were, almost obligatorily, university or similar, and it was a kind of white duckling tale of the goat and the wolf - before meeting the conditions:

"I do not know anything about you, do not even want coffee before or after cigarette. You go up to the hotel room where I stay, call the door, you'll be waiting. If I do not like, you go the way you came. And if you agree, we do what we do, and you go away once we have finished. The less talk the better "

Said and done, I said the hotel (a luxury hotel by the sea, he said he worked there and be quiet), time, and I said I announced at reception saying: "I have a meeting in room nnnn" to let me pass.

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Coming into the room. Doubts arise ... how I was sure who was going to get? How in heaven's name, I knew I would be waiting for a woman, not a Lord with all your weapons ready? In this case I was prepared to say that I had mistaken the room, and run away.

I call, a woman's voice asks who I am, it opens the door of a room almost dark.

"I was expecting. Let me smell you "
I flipped. "Let me smell you." No "you see." He came to my neck, sniffed (yes, I know that you can think of an advertisement for Axe, but no), and apparently I passed.

"We have two hours, do not talk, we have nothing to say, we will not see"
"But ..."
"Shhht" putting a finger on my lips. Do not talk.

His mouth followed his finger, kissing me as if there were no tomorrow. In fact, for us there was not.

He went to bed, turned off the light from the bedside table, was only the light on the entry.

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And there in that bed, we did what we usually do in these cases. With desire, eager, curious, too, and without words.

No.

He spent half an hour, she got up, went to the bathroom, started up the shower, got into the cab, I went after her. I did sign in, we shower, we lathered each other. She made a fellatio last there, standing in the cabin, in broad daylight, in the shower, I remember with nostalgia.

Over, when I was still catching his breath, he said, you have to go.

And this is the last I heard of it.

Never responded to my emails.

link to the first chapter

1. A private relationship

Sunday, May 17th, 2009

This was the title of the film in Spain.

The original title was more impressive: "Une Liaison pornographique". But if the title changed the original Spanish, in English it was surreal, "An Affair of Love" (to Have an Affair, in English, is having an affair)

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an affair of love

and the Spanish poster title remains under the title French original, but is that English has not only lost the original title but retranslated into French title, and call him "Une Liaison d'Amour" ( !) (which is not French, nor anything)

I imagine discussions marqueting departments of distributors, including those defending the right of the author to call his film as he wants, and those who believe that dirty word scares the public. Again, who had to win won.

And that was the movie?


it is a love story of a man (Sergi Lopez) and a woman (Nathalie Baye) is known through an advertisement for carrying out a sexual fantasy that both share. The first appointment will lead to another and what was at first merely a sexual bond, becomes a passionate relationship that ends.


In the film the two characters are remembering, separately, their love story to an interviewer whose face does not appear. This feature was essential to the director, because he was interested in making a film about love, but also on the memory. "In the interview they discover that the two lived that story of love three years ago and have not removed the head, so they need to tell anyone, but would cease to exist, Fonteyne said. The pornographic movie is just that , which is naked before a third party. That helped me to work on different levels of emotion. What it feels like to fall in love and then to remember, and it turns out the most exciting thing is that memory. "

But my post today was not that, but I posted an ad that one day some years ago (a few, because the movie is 99!) In a national newspaper:

"A private relationship. Have you seen the movie? Want to live with me? Call me at ... email me at ... "

And two comments. First, I also wrote the word damn, and second, that at that time not many people had email.

I must say that I can not collapse the phone (did not call anyone), or saturated the mailbox. But when he had lost hope, I received an email.

"I saw the movie. I would like to live. With conditions. "

link to the second and last chapter

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