… poi si infila due dildi nel culo sfondato e gode come una porca!

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Extreme Kink… Fisting ahead… so turn back now if it’s not your thing!!!
A/N: This is completely a PWP set in the middle of the story… though you do get to see the trust and love the guys have in each other.

Also, this is my first fisting scene… always wanted to write one, but never actually got around to it. Hope you like it!!!

Chapter 5 – An Erotic Interlude

“Are you sure you want it…?” Sam asked quietly from the foot of the bed. His eyes were wide and lit with an inner excitement at Harry’s request. He had never thought about doing it before, but since Harry had asked his mind couldn’t stop picturing him doing it to Harry.

**Flashback**

They were lying sprawled out across the bed after spending the last three hours playing each other’s bodies like finely tuned pianos. Sam was cradled between Dean’s spread legs, his head resting on his damp chest. Harry lay on his side pressed up against both of their bodies face pressed into Sam’s neck panting warm puffs of air, making the hair on the nape of Sam’s neck fly up slightly with every breath.

“I think I just burned off every calorie I ate today….” Harry laughed.

“Well if you did, I must of melted away half my body weight… at least you two were on the bottom, I was up top doing all the work!” Sam ribbed good naturedly as he licked a dribble of sweat that had started to roll down the side of Dean’s chest.

“Yeah, but you got to fuck us… pretty fair trade, don’t cha think?” Dean asked, his eyebrow raised in question.

“Maybe…”

“I rest my case.”

It was quiet for a while, a warm glowy feeling surrounding them. “Harry, you know when I was fingering you…?” Sam asked quietly after a few minutes.

“Yeah?”

“Well, you got really excited when I accidently put four in there…” Sam paused before finishing. “…did you like that..?”The question hung in the air for a minute and then Harry spoke.

“Um… well, I kinda… that is… I want… Oh bugger!” Harry stopped as a pretty deep red blush blossomed on his face. Sam and Dean both sat up and looked down at their embarrassed lover. “Um, iwantatryfisting.” Harry mumbled quickly.

“What?” Dean said as he leaned down closer to Harry.

“I want to try fisting…” He replied softly, ducking his head as he spoke.

It was quiet for a minute or two as Dean and Sam processed Harry’s words. Then Dean began smirking and met Sam’s stare. Sam grinned and lifted Harry’s chin and looked into his younger lover’s eyes. “I think we can do that…”

**End Flashback**

“You’re sure…?” Sam asked before he started.

Harry lay on the bed his head cradled on Dean’s lap, wiggling in anticipation of what Sam was going to do to him. “God yes… I’ve wanted to have somebody do it to me for a long time, but didn’t trust any of my lover’s enough to do it.”

Nodding his head to no one in particular, Sam placed a few pillows underneath Harry’s ass, lifting it up for a better angle. Grabbing the special tub of lube Dean bought just for this called BOY BUTTER, he kneeled between Harry’s spread legs.

He opened the tub and scooped a bit out and let it lubricate his fingers, then he circled Harry’s hole getting it nice and covered with the buttery lube.  Pushing the first finger all the way in without a problem, he shoved it in and out, getting Harry’s ass nice and lubed for later. Pulling the finger out he then pushed two back in, scissoring them, opening the small pucker.

Harry purred at the feeling of Sam’s fingers in his arse and gave a small thrust down onto the fingers, gasping as they hit his prostate. His entire body was practically vibrating in anticipation.

Dean rubbed his hands over Harry’s smooth chest, tracing the lines of Harry’s defined abs. He smiled when Harry’s fingers linked with his and they both rubbed the soft skin of Harry’s chest. His already semi-hard cock was quickly filling at the sounds Harry was making.

Sam soon had three fingers inside Harry, quickly working them back and forth into the hole, a wet squelching noise echoing around the quiet room. Pulling them out and scooping up more lube, he pushed his fingers back in covering the muscled walls with the BOY BUTTER. Pulling them back out he grazed his fingers against Harry’s prostate and as Harry gasped, hips bucking down onto his fingers, he slipped his pinky finger back in with the others.

“Ugghh, please… Sam…please…” Harry moaned as he spread his legs wider and brought Dean and his linked hands down around his hard cock, pulling the stiff length in time with Sam’s thrusts.

“I know… only a little bit more…” Taking his fingers out, Sam got more lube and used his other hand to spread it around, covering the wider part of his hand, wrist and halfway up his forearm… making sure to add enough that he wouldn’t injure Harry. “Okay baby, I’m gonna start working my hand inside you… you gotta’ tell me if it hurts too much, ‘kay?”

Harry nodded, giving Sam a stunning smile and then pulled Dean down for a kiss. As they kissed, tongues thrusting against each other, their hands slid up and down along Harry’s dick, pulling the flesh and making Harry squirm and wiggle for more.

Bringing his hand back to Harry’s entrance, Sam pushed three fingers back in smoothly and scissored them around before tucking his pinky and thumb into his palm and slowly slid his compacted hand into Harry.

“ AHHHH!” Harry shouted as he felt Sam reach the widest part of his hand. Sam stopped at the sound and Harry took a few deep breaths and then nodded. “M’okay… more.”

Sam then began pushing his hand into Harry, the muscle slowly giving way until he passed the widest part and Harry’s hole was wrapped tightly around Sam’s wrist. “Ugh god, baby… you should see it, it’s so fucking beautiful! Your hole is holding onto my wrist and squeezing, pulling it farther in…”

Harry groaned and pushed down onto Sam’s hand, the feeling of it inside of him was amazing. He felt full, so full… every place was filled up by Sam. The hand inside him began to tuck inward forming into a fist within him and he keened at the pleasure/pain it caused. He was glad he waited until Sam and Dean, Sam was the perfect top… caring and loving, making sure to give him whatever he needed and more, but still hold him down and fuck him hard, growling and moaning at every gasp and mew that came from Harry’s mouth. And Dean… Dean just knew exactly how to move to push him farther than he had ever gone before, he would flick his tongue a certain way or angled his hips upward at the last moment as he shoved his cock inside Harry, and when it was done he’d hold him and kiss him, murmuring sweet words to bring him down.

They were everything Harry needed, everything he wanted and Harry hoped he made them as happy as they made him.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts as Sam slowly pulled out his fist from Harry’s arse to the knuckles and then pushed back inside, turning his fist slightly as it slid back in. Gasping at the burn it inflicted, Harry thrust down and yelled as Sam leaned down and pushed Dean and Harry’s hands away from Harry’s cock and swallowed it whole.

“Ohgodohgodohgod…” Harry whispered as Sam began picking up speed thrusting his fist in and out of Harry’s body as he bobbed his mouth up and down on Harry’s cock, taking the entire length with each downward pass.

Dean started pinching and twisting Harry’s nipples as he continued to plunder Harry mouth, flicking his tongue against the roof of Harry mouth and eliciting a deep groan from him. He heard the squelching of Sam’s fist as it thrust in and out of Harry, the sound making him pant more with each new thrust.

Fist pushing forward faster and faster, Sam groaned around Harry’s cock at seeing him taking Sam inside all the way up to just a few inches below his elbow. It was hot and so damn erotic that he shoved his hand down his body and began tugging violently on his dick, feeling like if he didn’t come soon he would explode. All of a sudden the ring of muscle around Sam’s arm tightened like a vise as Harry came like a train, flooding Sam’s mouth with cum. He gulped it down, trying to not lose a single drop, sucking as if to save his life, pulling Harry the rest of the way through his orgasm.

As Harry’s cock began to soften, Sam slowly pulled his arm from Harry. He smiled as Harry groaned at the withdraw and gave a feeble thrust down onto the few fingers that were left inside his body. Walking to the bathroom, he quickly washed his hands, very aware of the fact that he was so hard he could probably hammer nails into a two by four.

Coming out of the room he found Dean laying down on the bed, eyes closed tugging away at his hard cock, gasping and thrusting at every pull. Harry lay beside him with a peaceful look on his face, rubbing Dean’s chest and licking a nearby nipple. Crawling onto the bed Sam maneuvered himself until he was leaning over Dean’s dick, his hanging just above Dean’s face.

Dean opened his eyes as Sam swallowed his cock, groaning and quickly latching onto the bat Sam called a dick. He swirled his tongue around the head, moaning and sucking the salty tip and then widening his jaw he took as much of Sam as he could. Using his hand to help, he twisted it around the base as he created a vacuum around it.

From below he felt Sam lick the tip and nibble the flesh, sliding his tongue down the length and then back up. Soon they were both bobbing up and down on each other’s cocks, coming closer and closer to the peak and then Dean felt Sam groan around his cock and gulped down the jets of cum that threatened to overflow. At the taste he felt his balls tighten towards his body and then was cumming into Sammy’s mouth.

Sam swallowed his brother’s cum, smiling around the now softened dick in his mouth and lapped up the excess. It slipped from his mouth and Sam groaned as his sore body protested movement as he flopped down onto the bed beside Dean.

“God, I haven’t cum so hard in my entire life…” Sam breathed as he turned to kiss Dean’s thigh. “Harry… if you have any more requests let me know, ‘kay?”

Harry laughed and sat up on the bed, his strength finally back and looked at his blissful lovers. He gave a slight grimace as the movement jostled his sore stretched hole. Laying his head on Dean’s stomach, he placed a hand on Sam’s chest, his thumb rubbing back and forth along the suntanned skin. “’kay.”

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1. ‘welcome to the house of no’
an arm punch
a room wrestle
a body toss
a mountain of howling laughter
yoga pants stretched halfway across room
until i am the tall man of the circus

2. the discourse
of the joys
of public humiliation

3. birthday ultimate breakup mix
these are the two lines
that get me:
juliet, when we made love you used to cry
you exploded into my heart
(how can i not think of my fist
curled
into the heat of you?)

4. five tea lights
match-lit and flickering
while i run water over me
until it’s no longer hot

5. pumpkin bundt cake
new cure
for the old common cold

6. oven at 400degrees
warming kitchen
roasting delicata squash
sweet potato
parsnip
beet
garlic
potato

7. amelie on pause
to take in
sound of rain

8. i’d like to think
maybe there is some softness
like folding into each other
after this holdout

9. stuffed nose
a trumpet

10. while the sadness
is preferrable to the panic
i don’t know what to do
about its persistence

That is the first thing that caught my eye today when I got online. I was going to do something about it but I couldn’t decide if I should gouge my eyes out for instantly being drawn to this mindless advertisement or if I should find Megan Fox and catch her legs on fire.

After a heated debate with myself (masturbation), I decided to write this blog.

I’m going to do this like Quentin Tarantino would if he could Read or Write. I’m going to start at the finish, go back to the beginning and then say a bunch of shit that nobody cares about while in the meantime, you may or may not decide to immerse yourself  into something more interesting depending on whether or not you decide if you should or shouldn’t give me more of your withering life line which will be solely based on how pissed you are going to be when you finally finish this sentence. I mean, what else are you going to do? Go to break and watch videos of people doing obviously moronic shit that you would never fathom doing? Exactly.

So, now then, on with this. I have decided that fashion is like cancer, luckily it only directly affects insecure men and all women. However, this will ultimately lead to the destruction of the entire planet and all human life as we know it. Wars will break out in shopping malls all over the world and women will wield guns and various other weapons of mass destruction that they bought with the money they made selling jeans to other women that Megan Fox may or may not have worn. The Mayans had it wrong. The planets aligning won’t destroy the world in 2012, it will be single mothers addicted to Xanax and shopping who single-handedly topple the great man-powered governments of the world. It will not be due to intelligent leadership or intricately planned guerrilla warfare. It will be due to the fact that they are all completely insane and can’t conceive the concept of a world where they can’t buy $200 jeans that are tattered and torn with their husband’s maxed out credit card. Now we hit rewind…!yzarc  teg ot tuoba si siht ,tihs hO

Now, through hours and minutes of research (about 10 seconds), I have found the root of our impending doom. Much like a root, it has various strands that all began separately and led to one giant problem. Crazy ass bitches.

I will list them in no specific order:

1. The soap channel

2. The Hills

3. Music Television

4. Chicks with small boobs seeing guys get horny over chicks with big boobs. (This can not be blamed on man, for it is man’s nature to like huge gozangas.)

5. Chubby chicks seeing guys get horny over skinny chicks. (This is also a default attraction for men and you just can’t argue with God. Or men, without losing.)

6. Women’s rights activists

7. Fashion Magazines

8. Pop music

9. Famous people with cute miniature animals hanging out of their purses.

10. Paris Hilton

I’m sure you can relate to one of the above items in a manner of disgust and hatred. If you can’t then you should try to enjoy any of them for what they are. It won’t happen and I will tell you why.

1. Nobody in their right mind could enjoy the soap channel. Unless of course, you like drama, horrible acting, worse plots and ugly people who have a heightened sense of pride. In which case, you aren’t in a proper state of mind because…you’re fucking retarded.

2. The Hills could be enjoyable if there weren’t always guys running around half-naked, there was no overly dramatic bullshit happening, you could kill the entire cast without going to prison and the chicks couldn’t talk. Other than that, it’s a reasonable program to fap to.

3. There isn’t any music.

4. Getting horny over huge teddies is totally acceptable. The problem comes from the anorexic psycho standing behind you, heaving and plotting your demise due to the fact that you can enjoy life and she can’t.

5. Same as number five but twice as deadly because the girl can sit on you and cause you to suffocate if you aren’t fit enough to throw her out of a window. This is where bench pressing comes in handy.

6. They’re fucking retarded.

7. They do have free perfume scented pages that you can give to the girl at work that you’ve been thinking about naked (Chicks LOVE that shit. It always works. Free perfume=free handjob). Other than that, they are full of mindless psycho-babble that slowly shapes unsuspecting women into the zombie-like penis receptacles you see taking angle shots all over myspace to try to cover up their actual body shape. Just work with what you’ve got, ladies. If that doesn’t work then go to the gym. If that doesn’t work them become a lesbian. You win, I win, we’re all happy.

8. Michael Jackson is the only exception to this, that is because he is the king of pop and kings are awesome. Other than that, see Britney Spears for proof.

9. That shit is not cool. If you are ugly, you can’t just carry around a cute little puppy to make people talk to you and reap attention for yourself. It just makes you look like Cruella De Vil and she was a total bitch.

10. This chick is known for sex, right? But have you ever seen her porno? It fucking sucked. She is only famous because her dad has money. Basically, she is like satan. She makes girls spend their father’s/husband’s money, makes girls want to be acknowledged as people who are good at sex (whores) and then teaches them how to fail at the sex part first hand.  So basically she just teaches you to be a smelly, whorish leech. People don’t like annelids, they catch them on fire, in fact. Don’t be shitty. Don’t be like Paris.

Basically, we are all doomed unless we can destroy all of those things listed and the people that they have affected. Unfortunately, that would mean all men would become gay or practitioners of zoophilia. Neither of which I would prefer. So yeah, we’re fucking screwed. If you’re reading this then you need to go live out all of your life dreams before black Friday 2012. Thanks for your time and enjoy what is left. I’m going to rob a bank and live with monkeys so that I can throw my shit at people I don’t like and have money for antibiotics, a grass hut and roller blades.

There is more here, an embarrassing bit that I’d rather not talk about. Let’s settle on the fact that Master taught me a lesson, one that I will forever remember. It involved an inspection for which he bent me over across a shelf, facing a wall mirror. I bowed my head, ashamed to have disappointed him, but he twisted his fist in my hair forcing my head up.

It was not gentle as his cock pushed into my ass again, but I didn’t want it to be. I deserved the pain for disappointing him, but it was more than that. It was a cleansing of what had passed between us. Once again he demanded that I look at him and after the initial shock I enjoyed it. The contortions of his face as he dove deep inside me sent shivers down my spine.  It was a revelation for me to know that regardless of the disappointment, he wanted to use me still, delve into the pleasures my body could provide.

He did not release my hair, but rather used it to push me into the shower. I knelt at his feet as the water washed over us. He cleaned me roughly and I lapped at his cock as he did. I reeled when he left me there without a word. I knew there were reasons, but a finger of doubt crept through me. Was he still angry?

I hid in the water, my head bowed as it flowed over me. I floated in indecision, finally standing and turning it off. I rubbed myself dry, the feeling of the towel rough against my skin. I dried my hair as best I could and stepped out, picking up my brush to run it through my hair. His towel flicked over my head and fell around my neck. He pulled it tight almost pulling me over backward. I spun with it finding myself back on the bed, his hand once more buried in my pussy.

The next bit is a conglomeration of sensations. I floated blissfully through the time coming over and over again. I was his to use and he did so with splendid abandon. I was amazed to find myself crying softly but it was not in the anguish I had started the afternoon in. It was gentle, soft, a sweet release. My Master had taken the time to understand. He cared for me, wresting my semblance of control out of my white knuckled grasp because it was what I needed.

Speaking of books. I just bought this book “My Shit Life so Far”, by Frankie Boyle. Man, you gotta love that title and to be honest I don’t know when I’m gonna the time to actually read it, but maybe it’s enough just to read the first couple of lines in the book:

‘I don’t think anyone can have written an autobiography without at some point thinking “Why would anyone want to know this shit?” I’ve always read them thinking “I don’t want to know where Steve Tyler grew up, just tell me how many groupies he f**ked!”‘

Ha ha this dude is right down my alley!

Get the book here or take a look at his awful website

Master brought himself to me then, keeping several fingers firmly planted in my pussy. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my head onto his cock. I felt it pushing against the back of my throat and I gagged, swallowing it down as best I could.

I have a hard time looking at my Master. He hates it when I hide, wants to see me, appreciate the yearning in my eyes. I lost track of the numbers of times I came for him as I sucked his cock and licked his balls. When he was close I asked him for the privilege of his cum in my mouth.  He demanded that I look at him. I stared into his eyes as he came across my face, in my mouth and hair. He held me then, stroking my hair and telling me what a good girl I was. I curled around him, content to just be.

It wasn’t long before I was on my back, my Master between my legs again. He is quite large and sometimes my body cannot take his insistent cock. He pushed against my ass and my body rebelled. He had me hold my legs up to give him access and demanded that I take the pain for him. I did it, glad that I could please him.

I am intrigued by breath play. To be frank, I haven’t done much with it because it takes an incredible amount of trust to allow someone’s hands around your throat. If you’ve read about my past, you understand this. For me, it is about taking back something that was stolen from me. For every good memory I create, a bad one slips away. When my Master put his hands around my neck, I came undone. There was no breath, no air to gasp. I begged him with my eyes not to stop and I came over and over as I rode the fuzzy edges of my consciousness.

because I am about to get laid.  Sorry dudes.

Sorry I was late JE! Oh readers let me tell you about one of my favorite guys JE, he is my very extreme taboo phone boy! He loves to get really nasty with our girls that we “kidnap” *evil grin*.

Let me tell you about our last call though.  The other day JE calls me and he tells me that he was fucking his wife and she got up in the middle of sex because she had a meeting, well JE was mad, so when he calls me he tells me that he wants to abduct her from her office, and take her to the ocean and rape her. Yes he loves to kidnap, rape, and snuff his women. He was really mad at his wife so we took her from the parking garage, stuffed her in the truck and took her to the cove at the ocean. She could scream and no one would hear her.

JE loves to tease and torcher his victims, he takes them straight to the edge of their sanity, now if you want me to give you all of the details of these fantasies that I have with JE then you must give me a call. JE has a BIG imagination, and we go as far as the mind can imagine!!!

Nikki

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Eigentlich sollte ja Josef darüber schreiben, er bat mich aber e. s zu tun, denn seiner Meinung weiß ich darüber besser bescheid.

Beim Liebesspiel benutzt Josef regelmäßig seine Finger. Nicht nur um damit meine Klitoris zu reizen, sondern auch um meine Vagina zu streicheln. Sehr sanft, sehr zärtlich und sehr effektiv. Josef beginnt mit dem Zeigefinger und tastet an meiner Scheidenvorwand entlang, bis er den G-Punkt ertastet. Josef sagt, er fühle sicher rauer an, wie geriffelt. Ich sage, er fühlt sich göttlich an. E streichelt oft mehrere Minuten, in dieser Zeit habe ich oft schon einen sehr intensiven Orgasmus. Danach tastet er sich weiter in Richtung Gebärmutterhals. Dort liegt wohl der A-Punkt, so nennen ihn die wissenschaftler. Letztendlich ist mir das gleichgültig. Ich weiß nur, dass es dort eine Zone allerhöchster Lust gibt. Es ist ein Zittern und ein Beben, das meinen ganzen Körper erfüllt. Josef nimmt dann den Mittelfinger zu Hilfe und schafft es beide Punkte gleichzeitig zu stimulieren. Ich kann dieses Gefühl nicht beschreiben. Ich rate Ihnen nur, es einmal selber auszuprobieren. Ich schreibe das hier als Frau um Sie zu motivieren, dass der Mann seinen Penis wenigstens ab und zu vergessen soll. Dieses mechanische Ding ist gut für die Fortpflanzung geeignet, doch als Lustspender für uns Frauen ist es nicht geschaffen. Dies können die Finger einer Hand  besser.

Meistens benützt Josef auch noch einen dritten Finger, mit der er die andere Scheidenwand streichelt. Dort gibt es auch noch eine Stelle, die etwas empfindlicher reagiert, allerdings nicht so wie die beiden anderen Punkte. Diese Stelle hat nur noch nie jemand beschrieben.

We had reservations for dinner and a movie but the only thing that looked good enough to eat or watch was you. I was to pick you up at work to catch our 6:30 reservations at Sky. Well, I’d pick you up as intended but there would be a slight alteration in the evening’s  plans. I took my time getting ready – not that I had that much to wear. Picking out clothes was not going to be taking any time at all this evening. I took a long, hot shower and shaved it all – smooth as silk and naked as as the day I was born. I love to run my fingers over my bare lips – full and ripe with the promise of events to come. Mmmmmm…to come…I smiled at myself as I meticulously applied my makeup. Big smoky eyes and full pale lips. I stood naked in front of the mirror and realized I’d forgotten something. No birthday suit would be complete without boots. I found them under the bed. Soft black italian leather, skin tight, knee high. I zipped them up the sides and went for my car coat, the scarf gifted from the neighbor upon her return from India and black leather gloves. A final check in the mirror and I was ready to go.

A chill breeze caught me by surprise as I locked the front door and turned for the car. Although my coat came down to mid-thigh, there was nothing else to protect me from the elements and again I grinned at the sheer audacity of leaving my provincial little neighborhood in nothing but a coat and boots. I prayed I wouldn’t have a flat tire or run out of gas on the way.

You came out to meet me and I stepped out and threw you the keys, letting you drive. I didn’t say a word. Just slipped into the passenger seat, leaned into you and kissed you hello. You pulled out of the parking lot and I turned in my seat and threw one booted leg over the console and propped the other against the parking brake. You throw me a look of shock, knowing that I never go without a seat belt and then do a comical double take when you realize that my coat has opened to reveal pale white thighs disappearing into moist, swollen flesh – bare and ready to be touched. Which I do.

You slam on the brakes, narrowly avoiding what could be a potentially embarrassing rear ender as we come to a stop light. “Are you going to dinner like that?” Mmmmm…dinner yes, but not exactly what you had in mind. “I want to go to the park. Take me to the park.” Your eyes flash and a slick smile spread slowly across your face. You had once mentioned your fantasy of fucking me on a park bench and it has dawned on you that I might have just planned out your ultimate birthday present.

Early spring and the light is just starting to fade at this hour. There are a lot of people taking their evening walks around the park’s many paths and hiking trails. We park in a fairly secluded spot and you turn to me. Your eyes riveted on my fingers as they slip in and out, around my rock hard clit and back in again. I lift my fingers to my mouth and take a taste before offering them to you. You suck greedily and reach for me but I hold you at bay. I grab my bag at my feet and, adjusting my coat, I get out of the car and start walking up the hill. You have no choice but to follow me, no desire to do anything but.

Darkness begins to fall and I pull you to a nearby bench – just off the main pathway but tucked into a small wooded area. Offering little privacy but the walkers and runners are getting few and far between and all mothers pushing strollers have taken their charges home for dinner, baths and bed. I push you down lightly and then straddle your lap. Taking your face in my hands, I kiss you lightly, playfully and then deeper and full of intention. Our breathing quickens, your jeans are wet now that I am riding your thigh as I grind against you involuntarily. “wait”  I whisper, “I want something.” I reach into my bag and pull out a small bottle of lube. You look at me questioningly and then knowingly. I pour it into the palm of your hand and lead your hand between my legs. I know I’m wet enough for most things but for this I need a little extra help and you start by sliding two, no three, fingers inside me.  Curling them towards you and I gasp with a rushing intake of breath. You fuck me slowly, my coat covering both of us – two lovers getting carried away in the gloaming on a cool spring night. Now you have four fingers inside me and I breathe deeply and methodically. Willing myself to open up to  you. Your thumb slips in and your hand curls into itself as you disappear inside me. I look down and see the bones of your wrist up against me and sigh deeply as you fill me up.

Now I can let myself go. It is dark and we are alone. I can’t control my deep throated moans as you fuck me harder. You reach around and put one finger in my ass and I am full to the hilt. Riding you, frantic, exposed and completely there for you. My orgasm comes in white hot waves and I throw my head back and you bury your face in my neck as I hold you tightly while my body thrusts against you of its own accord. I feel as though I’m exploding from the inside out and I don’t want to stop until you laugh and whisper that you think I might have broken a few fingers in there. I am reluctant to let you go but I know you must be aching to come. Yet when I ask what’s next you say, “we’re going to dinner, of course”.

And so I sit in a banquette at Sky, eating steak frittes in my coat and boots. Silently cursing the ruination of the silk lining every time I watch your hand move from plate to mouth. At least I’ve been given some time to plan my next move. Payback, in this case, will be rich indeed.

I have to say I have been really lucky with the girls I have dated in the past. From the first to the most recent one, they have all been kinky, each one kinky-er than the last, but there came a point were every one I date just want to lay down, and be boring… I rather not even have sex!

I have seen and used some site’s, like Match, Adult Friend Finder, Bondage, and my most recent favorite ALT, and they have all been a trip! All really good experiences!

Now if you’re looking for a freak (like you and me ) I don’t suggest Match.com, It’s a bunch of shallow fucking people looking for looks, money and love… Now I’m not saying there are no people to meet there, cuz there are! And you will find with in the ocean of shallow people, some really amazing, down to earth person! and getting a 50/50 chance of getting a freak!

Now if you’re looking for some group fun . you know the friend with benefits, the 3rd wheel that is welcomed in the bed room! or another couple, or couples, this is the site for you! Adult Friend Finder. If you’re a single girl! you will have the time of you life on this site! If you’re a couple looking for a single girl, guy, or couples, you will have such mind-blowing sex!!! Now if you’re a single guy…. good luck!… if you’re looking for young sexy couples to join unless your Bi, and play with guys, you’re not going to have fun here… Yess im sorry you will be the pervert of the site!

But!!! this does not go for you Black guy’s!!! If you’re a black straight male, and like white girls, and dont mind that their white husband records, or takes pictures. Then sign up now!!!!<—- linked it for ya! (thank me later!) it really is amazing how much cooter taco you guys can get!

Bondage.com was interesting, met a lot of crazy’s, But all really cool people, but for me it was more networking than anything else… if you want  meet like-minded people this is the place to be. Very cool, very down to earth people who you can really hang with, and not feel like your forced into anything!

Now if you’re looking to have some one step on you, spit, pee, smack, spank, whipped, used, humiliated, forced, tie up, wrapped up, gagged, hair pulling, burned by wax, walked on a collar, cross dress, disciplined, dominated, tickled, and fist, or be fisted!…. Welcome home!

ALT DOT COM a lot like Bondage but they play! if you are seriously looking for a sub, or a dom, or just a partner to teach you or to learn from this is the place to be! I have met guys, girls, and couples. all really nice people, and play very nicely!

Ich möchte mich im Vorfeld dieses Blogeintrages dafür entschuldigen, dass es sicher einige Rechtschreibfehler geben wird. Ich liege vor lachen immernoch mit dem Kopf auf dem Schreibtisch.

Wenn Ihr wissen wollt, was mit unseren Fernsehgebühren passiert, dann werft mal einen Blick auf das ZDF. Denn da wird mit unseren Geldern Recherche auf höchstem Niveau betrieben. Doch eins nach dem Anderen:

Wie gestern bekannt wurde, wurden bei Hotmail mehrere tausende Benutzerdaten geklaut, durch sogenanntes “Phishing”. Heute meldete auch Google und Yahoo, dass auch Daten ihrer Nutzer geklaut wurden. Und da das ZDF ja “Up to date” ist, und sich mit dem Internet so richtig gut auskennt, haben die Damen und Herren sich gedacht, wir müssen das unserem Stammpublikum im Alter von 60 Jahren berichten.

Das Verfahren wie die Daten “geklaut” wurden, wie hieß es doch gleich? “Fischi-Fischi”? Ne. “Fisting” war es. Genau! Und mit diesem tollen Unwissen ging der Beitrag folgendermaßen über den Ether:

Dass das ZDF ähnlich viel Ahnung von “diesem Internet” hat wie die gute alte Frau van der Layen wussten wir ja bereits, aber was ich mich frage: Wie kam der Redakteur auf dieses Wort? Was ging in diesem Moment in seinem Kopf rum? Wir werden es nie erfahren.

Bei Twitter wird natürlich sofort darüber berichtet und sich fleissig darüber lustig gemacht…

Via Jared von Hindman’s Head Injury Theater

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***) Pentru non-connaisseurs: Beaver.