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Jerk Off For Cindy

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First, show me your body; take off all your clothes. I want to see your naked flesh.

Mmmm. Your cock is getting hard. You like me watching, don’t you?

Now brush your fingertips under your balls, then cup them. Does that feel nice? Are they getting tighter? Because I want your nuts real full and tight for me. Do you understand?

Take just the tips of your finger and thumb and run them, very slowly, up and down the sides of your cock. Very slowly, I said. That’s it. Up and down. Up and down. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Slowly, slowly.

Look: there’s already a drop of precum on the tip. Milk the head just a little bit and get a nice, gooey gob of it on your fingers. There you go. So nice and creamy. Now, just with your fingertips, massage that precum into the shaft. Do it very gently and ever so slowly. Make that fat dick glisten for me.

Does it feel good? You want to grab it, don’t you? Be a good boy and just wait. Just wait a little bit and I’ll let you hammer away at it. Then you can blow your load for me, okay?

I’m going to sit down here, right across from you. And spread my legs. You start a nice slow stroke all the way up to the head of your dick and back down. I want you to look between my legs. Keep stroking. One, two. One two. That’s it. Look right up under my skirt while you are jerking that dick for me. One, two. One two. You see those little black lace panties, don’t you? You’d like to get to the pussy underneath, wouldn’t you?

But not today. Today you are beating off for me. You can look, but no touching me or my sweet little pussy.

Now make a tight fist around that stiff prick. Squeeze it for me. Make that precum bubble out and drip down the side. Yes, just like that. Pull your dick up a little bit; I want to see those balls. Oh my! Your balls are as hard as your dick now. Does it feel good? Move that hand up and down a little faster now. That’s it. Look at those veins popping out.

Slow down. Listen to me. Do what I say. That’s a good boy.

Now I want you to hold your hand around the shaft. Keep those eyes on my hot little crotch. Stop stoking and hold your dick. Very nice. Now, fuck your hand for me; just pump those hips and shove that cock in and out of your grip. Not so fast; slow down.

What? You want to cum? You want your hard dick to cum for me?

Come here.

Get down here in front of me. Point your dick right at my panties. Now stroke it fast and hard. Do it. That’s it. You ready? You ready to show me what a dirty boy you are? Okay, baby. Do it now! Spray that spunk all over this lace crotch.

Oh yeah! That’s it; shoot that cream. Keep jerking; I want every bit of it. Good boy!

Now somebody is going to have to clean these panties. I wonder who.

I wonder who and how?

Nylon Whisper

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The sweeping nylon skirt whispers against my legs, my ankles…

it speaks of promises

promises administered by the smooth silky cups which caress my breasts
promises administered by the slip & slide of nylon nightie against nylon panties as I pad across the living room floor

my nipples respond
they harden and push
searching
waiting
wanting

in vain

because you are not here

the fabric strains, accommodating
but what silky and soft generate cannot be satisfied by the same

rough and firm is required

insistent is the cry of my nipples thrusting from their nylon embrace

insistent would be the response of your fingers,
your mouth

but you are not here, and the whispers of the nylon skirt are but mocking teases…

I run my fingers along every bit of my nylon covered flesh

searching
waiting
wanting

Here it is soft, but cool with nylon
Here they are hard, erect
Here it is soft, but warm — and slick

and I imagine my ragged breaths are yours — long, hot breaths along the gusset of my panties

more heat!

heat and friction, please

…but, you are not here

all I have are my own fingers
since you, they’ve never been enough

never enough to deliver on the promises which the sweeping nylon skirt whispers against my legs

I need you here. I need you to call and tell me what you would do to me if you were here. But for tonight, my fingers will have to be enough

Fuck Me Like I’m Your Dirty Whore

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Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like in a moment a rolling ball of fire will slide over you  and obliterate all sense of peace, all sense of life and destiny.

He holds me, he loves me & he fucks me like I’m his dirty whore…

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Lick my flesh, bite my flesh, live unrestrained. Live unrestrained like I live in my mind. Let your hands caress me and pull me close to you and you thrust from behind, strong hands wrapped under my hips, their curve compounded by your strength.

You know that I want you everywhere that you’ll fit, I want you to fuck me from behind, my hand disappearing under my body as my small fingertips caress my clit. So hot and wet, dripping, it feels like my kitten is boiling. My clit is boiling.

I can feel your cock swell deep inside of me as you hold your orgasm inside of yourself, waiting for the opportune moment, letting it build until it pounds like rolling fire in your psyche. When I orgasm from the circles I’m painting on my clit with my fingertip, slide your dripping wet cock into my ass, pushing my comfort level all the way down until I feel I don’t exist but for all of the pleasure and the cascading heat that my soul has fallen to.

If hell is the burning fires of orgasm and obliteration: teach me the seven deadly sins.

Be my Master, if only for moments when you hold my life in your strong hands and they delicately crush my throat. Do you feel the passion with which my soul beats on your hands as they clasp my life force, as you cut off my oxygen? You love to see my eyes close slowly, like weeping daisies as my sense is cut off, as the darkness creeps in. Bring me back from unconsciousness, from seeming death with passionate kisses, your tongue slick inside my small mouth, your lips pressing painfully against mine.

You’ve already cum so hard, your cum flailing deep inside of me, but your cock is hard against my leg as you hover over me. Like an obedient child I fall at your feet, kissing your upper thighs, your hips just to feel your cock so near my face, to stare at it and understand the meaning of my feminine desire.

My lips test their plump joy against the head of your swollen and ultra-sensitive cock. Feeling you deep inside my mouth, the intricate bumps and veins against my tongue, my lips, the tender inner cheeks.

You surge as you push away the orgasm and when I look up at you with pleading eyes you cant hold on, cumming with a force unknown to you, feeling the strong sucking that I’m applying to your spasming cock. When you finally look down at me, my mouth is filled with your cum and when I open my mouth to show you, your desire is once again stirred.

I love when you push down on my body, bruising me even. I love to look at them afterwards and to cool their aching with ancient salt, warm water and circles of pressure,

The marks of your passion are all to evident to ignore.

With a male strength, you force open my legs, pinning my thighs to the bed as your mouth seeks out my dripping kitten. I can feel the steam-heat of your mouth and tongue on my most sacred and beating heart, as essential and passionate as the one in my chest. My moans are filling my ears and my body stretches out as I feel the first heated rolls of upcoming orgasm fall over my body. Your thick fingers slide suddenly and fully into my dripping kitten, my back arches with the pressure and the need. My lips mouth and echo the words of my submission,

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

You know that when I get amorous, my speech becomes defeatist and you don’t listen to me. In my twisted world of sex and leacherous pleasure the positive becomes the negative and it switches up into a dance of pleasure and need, and sometimes pain.

I can feel the fire enveloping me as my orgasm hits me, my throat paining me as I cry out and my spine snaps back to let my body stretch as I cum, my kitten squirting your lips.

You know how wet I get when you lick me.

You know how I can actually squirt in your hungry little face.

I can feel the needy little girl in me cry out in happiness and fear when you flip me over so that I’m lying over your lap, your warm palms massaging the curve of my ass, my mind still blurred by my pounding orgasm. The first blow to my ass splits my mind, blows my comfort and once again I feel truly worshiped and truly yours.

I listen to the rhythm of your hand against my flesh, the tender spanks that your large and powerful hand dish out to me. I feel a reddened heat rise on my flesh,

Each spank feels more and more like heaven and hell in a tango of hate and desire.

You  know that I love to become yours every chance you’ll take me. Take me like life will soon be over and passion and my body are the only things that revolve in your existence. Love with the fire of a thousand suns and when our flesh mingles and feels like it becomes one, you’ll know the meaning of life.

Sex, passion, love, desire, that final crash of flame.

Make Me Dirty

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What are you wearing? He asked me.

I paused, he’s going to like this, I thought…a little red nightgown

Short?

Yes.

Mmmm…I can picture it. Anything underneath?

Hopefully you.

But now?

No, nothing.

You know what I can imagine? I could hear him smile, see his dirty look, as he said it.

What? I asked…dying to hear what was in store.

You opening the door wearing the nightie and nothing else…I can picture you in it.
I will kiss you, hot and heavy…take your hand and lead you further into the room – now that I have you all to myself…do you know what I am going to do to you.

Everything?

And more. His voice smiled, and more. First I will lead you to the mirror, turn you so you are facing it and stand behind you. Can you see me?

Yes.

Do you want me?

Yes.

Look me in the eyes while I touch you. I am going to kiss your neck and your shoulders while I slip my hand inside your nightgown, over your breasts….

Mmmmm…

I can imagine caressing your breasts, pinching your nipples. I can hear you moaning when I touch you.

Christ, I thought, I am surprised you can’t hear me from there.

My other hand is slowly raising up your nightgown. Can you feel my sliding my hand up your thigh…touching you? I can feel your hips moving…arching forward. You want me to touch you, don’t you?

Oh yes. Oh yes oh yes please.

I am going to raise up your nightgown and slowly touch you…I can see you leaning back on me and closing your eyes. Arching into my hand.
Open your eyes…look into my eyes…I want to see you.

Then I am going to bend you forward, hands on the dresser…raise up your nightgown. You are staring at me in the mirror, waiting and wanting…then I am going to slowly slide into you and fuck you from behind…can you see me looking at you in the mirror…holding your eyes with mine?

Yes, I breathed. Yes I can.

Do you want more? He asked. Yes, yes I do. I want you to fuck me.

I can feel myself pushing into you, holding your eyes, making you mine.

His, I sighed, oh yes his.

I am going to touch you while I fuck you, rub you until you can’t control yourself…hold you on the edge…I want to fuck you until you are out of your mind and then look right in your eyes when I make you cum. I can’t wait to feel you cum all around me.

Please, I thought, oh yes please.

Feeling you cum puts me right over the edge, he said. I can’t hold back anymore…then I am going to pull out of you and cum all over your sweet ass. I want to make you dirty with me…make you mine.

Oooh, really? I said.

Too dirty? he asked. Too much?

Oh no baby, I said, not too much – just right.

Memorable Memorial Day!

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I stand before you devoted to being in your service. The simplest of words, the slightest touch and I melt, wanting nothing more than to give you pleasure. I am commanded by your lust and I know you will not abuse it.

It is a symbiosis. Your pleasure comes from my arousal. If I am happy serving you, then you are pleased. If I am joyous at worshiping your cock, then you are doubly pleased. You spank me to hear my pleasure moans, but never in anger.  You use my body to your satisfaction, knowing that I love to be your toy. I know that my best efforts are always rewarded. I am happily at your service.

Anything you want today, I am yours, and with a special price… $30 for 20 minutes.

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!    I’LL MAKE IT A MEMORABLE ONE, I PROMISE!

Wild Ride

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I had his cock in my mouth in the dark room. my eyes peeked open to notice a flicker from the candles down the hallway. i couldn’t see anything but his dark outline on the futon. i loved the sensation of being on my knees looking up at his dark face occasionally. i pulled his cock out of my mouth, snaked my tongue down over his balls and i heard him suck in a breath. his hands pulled my face back to his erect cock. i slid down his shaft licking his cock and swirling it around the head as i came up.

“take it all,” he whispered as his hands tangled into my hair and pushed me down. i started to gag on his cock. “mmmm yeah gag on my cock,” there was a sinister tone to that sentence. he would let me regain myself as the tears would stream down my face and i would feel him push me down again to gag on his cock.

he pulled me off his cock, “get on top of me.” i got up to straddle him as he slipped himself inside. i pushed down groaning at his full length penetrating me. my hands gripped the cushion as i rode him. his hands groped my breasts and latched on to my nipples. the slight pain caused me to move faster and harder on him.

“get up and bend over,” i did not hesitate as i stood up and bent over. he stood behind me and pushed his fingers inside of my cunt. i melt every time his fingers sink inside of me. the wetness was dripped down my leg and he slipped out of me and pushed inside of my ass. i yelped at the sudden change in action. he was jacking off behind me and when his fingers slipped out he spread my cheeks and spit right on my asshole. at that moment fear blanketed me and i felt myself tense up. no, he wasn’t going to fuck my ass. well, i was wrong as the head of his cock pressed against my ass.

slowly he pushed himself inside of me. i was panting and trying to be calm. once he pushed all of his cock into my ass he started to fuck me. his hands gripped my hips as he grunted fucking and telling me how wonderful it felt. i kept my head down into the mattress like an utterly submissive creature. his thrusts were growing harder and harder and i started to yelp.

“use this,” he growled as he tossed a vibrator to my hand. i grabbed it and pushed it against my clit as he kept violating my ass. i started to buck beneath him as i felt the urgent need to come build inside of me. his grip burned my flesh as i started to come dropping the vibrator and gripping the sheets. his pace quickened as he came deep in my ass and that made me tense up again at the thought of his cum filling me. i laid there panting and didn’t realize when he had pulled out of my ass.

he always catches me off guard when he takes my ass. it happens so rarely and yet when it strikes it is so memorable.

Cindy

Can I Be Your Fantasy?

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I should warn you, I like to be the best at everything I do and sex is my favorite challenge. So tell me what you’ve always wanted to try. Share your fantasy, let me fulfill it for you. I cannot promise you’ll know me for very long, but I swear that you will never forget my name.

I can be that girl you’ve always wanted, but couldn’t find: That naughty, slutty girl who wants nothing but a bit of your time, attention and energy. That same girl that leaves as soon as you’re done without a backward glance. Don’t call me, I don’t care … unless you want more. What would you do to that girl if she shows up to lunch in a skirt?

Would you put your hand on my knee to feel the smooth satiny stocking, run up my thigh to the clasp where the garter meets the lace, further still until you find the round curve of my ass, around to the slip of damp fabric which is all that stands between you and the rest of me?

What will you do then? Are your fingers itching to find out how wet I am? Will you slide in and make me sigh and shudder with the lovely feeling of penetration, then go back to work smelling of me? Or will you back off and wait for the next time when you can have more?

Ask me, I’ll give it to you.

Whatever You Want

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So you want me to write you something. Is that it?

 

 

You want me to tell you that all I can think about is you. The way your cock looks when it is hard and throbbing, and that first clear drop of cum slides out of it. How much I want to run the pad of my thumb over that drop and bring it to my mouth to taste you. An appetizer of sorts. Tell you that tasting that drop, that lip licking drop, always makes me hunger for more. To be filled with your cum. So that it is seeping from my body and onto the floor.

 

 

Or maybe you want me to tell you that I use your voice in my head to get myself off. Your honey thick words telling me I’m yours. Telling me that I cannot cum until you permit it. Telling me in the gentlest whisper of a breath that I am your dirty nasty whore. Tell you that when I fuck myself with my own fingers that I really want them to be yours. That when I groan and buck in orgasm that it is you I am calling for.

 

 

Or perhaps you want me to write and tell you how we’d fuck. How I’d know what every inch of your skin tastes like. And how your cock feels when it hits deep inside of me and steals my breath. Describe to you the delicious pain of your thick cock sliding into my ass.

 

 

To write and tell you where we’d fuck. In front of the wide open window, hanging onto the curtains for leverage. In the shower with my tits smashed against the glass as you pound me from behind. In the hardbacked chair as you pull my head back and mark my neck with your teeth. Or in bed, with the headboard banging against the wall and my fists full of sheet.

 

 

So you want me to write you something like that?

 

 

Okay.

What a Rush!

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Sometimes I wonder if he and I are neurologically connected. I think he can sense my need, my lust, my drive. He emails me. I write back. After a few exchanges and I am guessing he is testing the waters. he calls me. The first sound of his voice and I am throbbing, twitching and my breathing slows down. I listen to him talking about what he wants to do to me, and it is exactly what i need, want, desire. My heart starts pounding and i can feel the wetness pooling. when he tells me he is going to stick his hard cock in me, I am shaking at a response back to him. It’s been such a long time and I feel like I took a hit of something really fucking good.

My discipline, my control, my will power is out the door. I grab my vibrator and I cum within seconds. It wasn’t short, it was long and drawn out as the images were playing in my mind. I lay there panting and quivering and the buzz of the vibrator reeling on the highest setting. My clit is numb and a few minutes later I try again and while he is cumming, I yelp and whine my orgasm free. It feels so good to have that again. to have colors in my mind and hearing words that physically hold and mold me. What a Rush!

Will You Be Mine?

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I like to sleep in a little on Valentine’s Day – then wakeup to some dirty whispers in my ear – until I’m wide
awake and soaking wet and crying out for you to fuck me.
Want to be my wake up call? Email a littlehint of what you might like to tell me… 

Will you make me your’ slut? or your’ slave?…

Will you make me suck your’ cock dry? Or have me ride you bareback?…

I want to know… NO, I NEED to know……

I want you… NO, I NEED YOU… to be my  horny Valentine.