Dream on

I got home late after work, dreaming about a hot bath and a quick night sleep. But my dream was about to change very fast.

A soft music was coming out of the bedroom and a quivering light from a candle was throwing beams over the bed, where a very beautiful lady was waiting for me. She wore a very interesting piece of black lingerie with girdles and no panties to make everything more appealing.

She got up and started to open my zipper. I was so hard that she struggled a little bit to take my penis out of my pants. She started to spit on it and lick and suck it very hard.

After pleasuring me for a while, she decided it was her turn. So she pushed me into the bed, her legs pushed my arms to the bed, while her pussy was rubbing my face. I started to lick her clit, her labia, her juices were all over my face. She started dancing on my face, getting all crazy from the pleasure I was offering.

Then she moved down, took my penis inside her and started to jump up and down, stronger, harder. I took her to our favorite sex position and made her finish quite fast, while screaming my name through the open window so that everybody would know who fucked the dirty little girl.

I lied on the bed, behind her and started to play with my penis between her buttocks, preparing her for next stage.

My penis started to enter her butt slowly, causing waves of pleasure combined with a little pain. My teeth were slowly biting her back, my tongue was caressing her neck and ears. I was holding tight on her thighs, spreading her buttocks apart and pushing my penis more and more, faster, stronger until I burst, filling her with my sperm.

It was the best sex I ever had in my life, with the sexiest woman that ever existed. I want to have this experience every day for the rest of my life. And then she slowly turned her head towards me:

“Dream on, lover….”

Wet wet wet

Being wet. What a strange feeling. Most animals fear water and try to remove moisture as quickly as they can. Cats, for example, would never even bath for the fear of water.

Humans are not far of this behavior. Of course we need to bath in order to clean our bodies, yet we dry ourselves as fast as possible after that.

We fear rain, we run from it, we use umbrellas to cover our head.

What if, someday, we just embrace being wet. Having rain drops running over our faces, filling every little corner in our bodies, trying to use rain as a form of a strange connection with the sky, with deity? What if rain would be just a gigantic penis that nature is trying to use to transfer knowledge, emotions?

We like wet sex, having besides us a woman that would get wet just by looking at her or a man that is aroused by a simple gesture or the right word. Yet, we run from having sex with nature.

I prefer the woman, yet I embrace nature from time to time also……for a change.

Wet is the new black.

After life

If somebody would ask me, I can state without any hesitation that I’m not a religious man. Even so, I believe in the transformation of the energy that keeps the living beings alive.
This “something” needs to be somehow re-appear in another form.

Sometimes I am questioning myself what I would like to be spawned into in the next life. Many of the answers are related to beautiful women, who have the power to drive men crazy, who can change the world with just a blink of the eye.

I would like very much to see the man-woman relationship from the other part of the fence. I was quite often in a situation where everything seemed to be irrational and my man mind could not grasp the meaning of why the woman next to me was thinking in that way.

Many of the things that I cannot get are the ones related to women from my past. If the current relationship is great, if everything we do is beyond what we felt so far, why oh why should she think about others from my past.

This morning I was joking about the fact that in a future life I would like to be reincarnated in a pair of gorgeous panties, that will be borrowed by different women. This way I would have the change to get into more pussies that I could reach as a man…..:)

Goddess of sin and pure pleasure

The most interesting woman I ever met in my life was brought by a hot autumn wind in my path and soon enough she filled my mind, body and soul with her unforgettable smell, playful words and beautiful smile.

Jarod Kintz once said about the woman of his dreams that „She looked like the kind of woman I could fall in love with. Trouble is, she was standing next to the kind of woman I’d like to make love to”. This woman was definately the one to make love and to give up all your senses in her arms, between her long, beautiful legs. Sex was present in every little part of her body, in every phrase, on her lips and mind.

The first encounter was like tidal waves crashing on a rocky shore. Only that the shore was also moving towards the waves, embracing them, dominating their power and forcing them to cry for more.

Both our senses were climbing mountains of pleasure and oblivion of anything, but the two bodies that were moving as one ship sailing on whirling seas. Climax was just a few steps away, but the painful need of getting more and more closer, until the two pieces would become the next supernova of the dark blue sky, was continuosly pushing the finality.

Suddenly, two screams were united by an overflow of emotions and pure pleasure as few people can experiment in an entire lifetime.

Soon enough, the tenderness, the addictive smell of her body, her fine spirit and beautiful mind would disappear as they came into my life…with the hot autumn wind.

Afraid of feelings that she did not want to experiment, with a book full of failed relationship around her, she prefers to sail from harbour to harbour until a storm will end her continuous voyage.

„If you want to love me, then darling don’t refrain” says a song. Fear no future misery as the present is now and anything can happen on the way. Carpe diem!

First time

I’m pretty sure most of us remember with a big smile on our faces the first sexual experience. For some woman it could have been painful, yet it was the first time they were really women and could experience the absolute intimacy with a man.

Recently I experienced a “first time” experience once again, after many years of jumping from bed to bed.

She was so sweet and innocent, that I barely touched her for the fear of not to brake something. Her body was so smooth, her skin so silky and the smell of her hair made my heart run like the wind.

We started to kiss very slowly, as if this was her first kiss. Her tongue was looking for mine and my lips were caressing her lips, cheeks, neck and going further towards her carefully hidden place.

I took out her panties and put my head beneath her thighs, playing slowly with her clit, drawing circles, while my hands were holding firmly her gorgeous ass towards a total loss of senses and mind. My mouth was drinking voraciously every drop of her heavenly juices, while she was screaming in absolute pleasure.

I raised and came on top of her.

“Be gentle. It is my first time”, she said in a whispered voice, so inviting.

I slowly penetrated her, while she was squeezing my back and slowly scratching me with her long nails. The movement started to be more and more rapid, ending with a powerful orgasm for both.

It was not her first time, but the magic that we lived made this one of the moments you dream for a lifetime.

I was her stranger in the shadow, still waiting for her every night to relive our first time.

Hot winter rain

We wondered around the city, playing, speaking in double meaning phrases, having sex with each other just with our eyes.

We went to a mall to grab something to eat.

“I would like to go to the restroom”, she said in a playful voice.

I pushed her into the restroom for people with disabilities. The toilet was very large and had a door that could be blocked.

She sat down and started peeing, while my eyes were enveloping her, craving to have her right there. I watched her slim thighs, her pussy that was spraying a golden shower into the toilet.

I experienced a strange desire to lift her up and start licking her twat, while she was still peeing, to feel her smell and taste her in a way I never did with another woman.

She read my mind and said in a soft voice:

“Many men have this dream you have now, but not so many are lucky enough to meet a girl that will piss on them”.

Still dreaming of this……….

Hunt or be haunted

A very bored couple enters a pub and sits at a table next to another bored and attractive couple. They speak to each other with their mouths, but their eyes are speaking to the woman and man next to them.

The neighbor woman stands and goes to the bathroom. The man invokes an excuse and also goes to bathroom. He waits for her and when she exists, he asks for permission to sense her perfume and he kisses her on the neck, while his hand reaches her panties and caresses her pussy.

When he returns to the table, he asks his lover if the smell on his fingers is familiar to her. She throws lightings towards him and demands to leave at once.

They drive home and enter the apartment. She turns off the light he just turned on and kneels to offer him a great blow job, spitting on his penis and devouring every inch of it.
His hunter senses are activated to the maximum. Another trophy is demanded from her, though.

He lifts her up and presses her body to the wall. His hands are tearing off her panties and he penetrates her pussy, making her moan gratefully for the pleasure he is offering. The play continues though, while he is searching for another place, that no other man before him touched. She is trying to escape his attempt to sodomize her, but without success.

He is pushing harder and harder, while she feels mixed feelings of pain and pleasure. Their bodies shiver long after his juices fills the fortress never conquered before by anyone.

Will this new found pleasure make him forget his constant desire for hunting and buy her some more time with him?