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As he heard the voices coming closer, he realized that his girlfriends’ was the only female one. Inexplicably, this turned him on more than he would admit to anybody. What was her plan for him? Source: Dominant woman
restlesslibido: He struggles, tangled in the mesh of her panties. She bears down on him, grinding her body weight against his frailty. Source: Dominant woman
She is good to her animals! Source: Dominant woman
guysforgirls:Locker room Source: Dominant woman
guysforgirls: In the city Source: Dominant woman
We have not so good, hurried sex on Sunday night and neither one of us comes, although I get close. He’s so pretty, but I think part of what went wrong is I think he just wanted to cuddle and my head’s in a bad place. Lesson learned. Sometimes it just doesn’t come together. The weekend started with mixed promise: I was a bucket of grawr and he was at least just a little off in his own mood. Friday night, he wasn’t feeling it, but his pheremones, weight and heat got me going. I’ve been having a reoccurring fantasy of completely breaking him down. That plus his presence gave me a solid orgasm. I had another one on the washroom, almost [...]
He’s not a novice to kinky sex, but I am the experienced one. He’s fucked piles, but here on the couch I’ve borrowed for this, I am more comfortable in this realm than he is. We’re not even doing anything particularly intense, nothing with hoops to leap through or collars and protocols, but I like what we are doing. My control is mental. I talk a stream of consciousness line of filth. Magicians have a patter, I spin out linked bits of carnal ideas, like I am giving a massage with my words. Each sentence slides out of my mouth, luring and inspiring him, until he is fucking me. His cock fits just right, nothing feeling pushed or rushed the wrong way, [...]
I just ordered not one but two Magic Wands, the workhorse dependable of the sex toy set, one for me and one for a friend. There’s some standards you get used to, the rabbit (really not very trendy anymore), the Aneros, a bullet vibe, a vibrating cock ring, the CB(whatevernumber)000 in all its ugly clear plastic glory. But, if I could only have one famous sex toy it would be the Magic “stop calling it a Hitachi” Wand. The Magic Wand is just so standard it would be hard to have modern sex and not be aware it exists. In makeup, they make a big deal about products that get branded “holy grail” or “ride or die” or whatever hyperbolic noneense you [...]
Meanwhile in Vancouver. The weather is perfect, days of clear sun or misting rain while the east coast gets hammered in snow. I fight off either a tail of a head cold or pollen allergies and try to be good about job hunting on a borrowed couch. I research about wrestling holds for a story commission, chasing my muse to corner it. This is important. I can barely write lately, stringing words together is a chore, but I’m making myself sit still and type this as a warm up. Weekends I steal away to screw myself silly, passport in hand, jumping on the dick of an American. He looks at me wistfully and checks if all he is to me is sex. [...]
