10/10/2014 6:38:04 AM: every time she thinks about their next session, her heart pounds, her face flushes  with excitement, thoughts tumbling through the roiling conduits of her brain like a mountain river after a spring storm, she lives for this she thinks, a man who constantly challenges her, tests her, pushes her to her limits and beyond, allows her to give in to the desire to throw the yoke of convention off her delicate shoulders, she finds him there, waiting, with his quiet grace and acceptance, his concerned yet somehow  stolid presence,  his confident arrogance at once frustrating yet so entrancing… it isn’t love she thinks, knowing neither one of them could go down that path, but there is a deep and profound trust, a compatibility of personality, a comfort knowing that any subject was open for discussion, that candor and forthrightness was somehow sufficient, that the exchange of the male/female dynamic worked, they mesh, they laugh, they live with their sensual pleasures without guilt or the worry about what others think, they have each other for good times, and let tomorrow come what may. comes friday night, she floats home from work, distracted and a bit bemused about her ever increasing anticipation, she throws off her clothes as she walks to the bathroom to shower, with that ache that starts at the base of the spine with want, her desire palpable, she wants nothing more than to position the shower head towards her pussy, wants to feel that pulsing pleasure on her clit, the warm flow, her knees weak, she wants to but, no, she cannot, he has ordered her never to touch herself without his permission, that somehow he would know, this man, this entrancing intriguing man whose perceptive abilities border on the paranormal, he would know and punish her, and punishment would be… oh god, what temptation, she thinks, but no. she will be obedient… exiting the shower, she dries herself, with her desire checked but rising, she carefully pats herself dry, yet the soft chenilled caress of her towel makes her nipples tautly erect, her skin sensitive, her vagina and anus full of hungry longing to be full, she wants his essence in her, she wants him everywhere, she licks her trembling lips in ravenous want, to feel his upon hers, their tongues darting, his kisses somehow touch her in some deep and profoundly meaningful place in her psyche, she loses herself in wonder, thinking of his power, how he grabs the back of her neck as he hurts her, with the pleasure/pain driving her to deep jungian places, to a spot where nothing but immediacy exists, of sensuality and elemental joy, how she lives for it, hungers, and thinks, my god, if he ever goes, i will waste away… in his text he tells her to drive to a place outside the city, an area she doesn’t know, she wonders what is in store for her, she worries about using her gps, she is so bad at it, laughs at her teenage angst at the thought of being late, how it would displease him, has gone onto her computer ten times to review the route. she dresses herself exactly as he wants, wonders why lingerie and heels does nothing for him, yet she knows what soft cotton bikinis and a tight tank top with no bra do for him, she would put on a potato sack if that is what he wants, her desire so strong to lose herself within his wishes, and laughs ironically the recollection of going to target to buy inexpensive underwear, laughs at women and their propensity to buy expensive slinky lingerie. short skirt and man tailored blouse go over her underwear, she knows he doesn’t care about shoes, she puts on her sexiest, loves how it makes her walk a certain way, she spends too much time in front of the mirror, worrying if he will like how she looks, she and her thoughts wander to their last session, which makes her so wet she needs to change her panties… she does so, and feeling silly, she puts a pad on to ensure she will be perfect for him, she wants everything to be right, she knows her drive will be full of anticipatory thoughts, she hopes she can pay attention to the road. she drives, she arrives, and notifies him. he texts her to come around the back of the building, exit the car, and wait, and stand facing her car door, and of course, without hesitation, with her eager nerve-tingling expectancy rising exponentially, she does so, she looks around in the dark, seeing nothing, the quiet night shattering her adrenaline filled thoughts, she waits, tense, taut, yet aching with desire… do not turn around, she hears a husky whispered voice say, or you will be hurt. do what you are told, and you will be ok. disobey, and you will regret it.. she is stunned…is it him? it almost sounds like him, but she never heard this tone of voice…she obeys, feels his presence get closer, do not move, the voice says, as blinders are put over her eyes, rough hands wrap her wrists, forcing arms behind her, she hears the raspy tearing sound of duck tape, feels its sticky tight binding as he wraps it around her wrists, feels his body brushing her back, tries to perceive if it feels like him, but she cannot tell, she cannot, her heart starts to sink, the suddenly panicked and overwhelmingly alarming fear overtakes her she want to say something, but as soon as he ties her arms behind her, he wraps a scarf around her mouth, ties it taughtly around her head, he says nothing, she inhales deeply through her nose, to see if she recognizes his smell, she listens for his breathing, is it him or not? has she made a fatal mistake? he tells her he is going to have his way with her, here, and then somewhere secret, where no one will hear her if she screams. do as you are told, obey me now, and later you might even enjoy this.. she nods her head vigorously no, she will not, she cannot, yet inside her soft and soon to be yielding delicate defense, she hopes that this new experience will take her to new levels, the danger, the unknowing sends electric waves of pleasure through her body. he presses her against the car, she feels the heat of his crotch on her ass, tries once again to sense if it is him, yet cannot, she wonders if anyone can see them in this dark yet public area, she feels his hand run delicate traces around her waist, slowly rising towards her breasts, he cups them outside her shirt, briefly, her nipples rigid darts, he feels them pressing from within, centers his hands on them , deftly rolling her nipples between his fingers, she moans, the sensation coursing directly to her clit, to that inner spot somewhere below the spine that starts the process, he laughs with cruel and intentional enjoyment knowing he is making her dance, she the marionette, he plucks her strings, and she dances to his sinuous and purposeful machinations… and he pinches his fingers tight, very tight, as she cries out in pain, he hushes her, be quiet, take it, take what is given to you, because i know this is what you seek, go with it, give in, disengage from thought, give in… give in.. to me… he opens her blouse, runs his hands under her tank top, brushing her stomach with soft tipped fingers, she shudders, his hands, up and down, she wants her nipples played with again, yet somehow he knows and refuses, he tickles her, teases, and as he does, he nuzzles her neck, makes her heart leap, he nibbles her ear, bites her neck, she feels his warm sweet breath on her, his male essence, his faint growls, he whispers she will be his, every inch of her, he is going to fuck her mouth, her pussy, her tight little asshole, and moreover, her mind. she shudders and almost comes in response, it sounds like him she thinks, and yet, and yet.. i still don’t know… he once again rolls her taut nipples around his finger, first gently, then with a forceful twisting, the pain/pleasure wracking her with desire, she feels his hard cock pressing against her ass, she wants to feel him grind on her, yet fearful to move, she moans behind the scarf, as he stops, pulls away. saying and doing nothing, she tries to perceive what is next… turn around.  his voice shatters the silence, as instantly she spins around, eagerly awaiting. i am going to inspect my piece of meat, he whispers, her face reddens at the humiliating insult, she is at once appalled yet eager, his hands lift her mini skirt above her waist, she somehow feels his eyes staring at her mound, her shame and unwilling excitement once again rising, he brushes her pussy with his hand, softly, with one finger he runs it up and down, from clit to lips, she feels embarrassed at her instant wet response, once again she hears that laugh, it is him, only he laughs at such a time, yet still not sure, she opens hers legs a little, her desire, her need, outpacing her insecurity, she has gone to that place, time and space do not exist outside this immediate instant…. he continues to press against her pussy, his motions demonstrating how well he knows to play her corporeal strings, he presses, rolls her clit through her lips, she is panting, her anticipatory exhilaration rises, she wants him in her, almost says it out loud, and he stops. waits. says nothing. grabbing her by her hips, he spins her around, presses her chest against the car, and pulls her hips out. she is helpless against his strength, she revels in it, she wants to encompass it, this fantastic energy… with her ass jutting out, she waits, knowing he is staring at it, wonders what he will do next, waits, and feels his hands on her hips. she startles at his touch, an involuntary groan escapes her, he laughs, as his hands run around her cheeks, her thighs, that soft part of her leg that comes close to her sweet spots, so sensitive, he knows how to tease her softly, then rub harder, yet he avoids her holes, she wants him to touch her, put his fingers in her, she wants that fullness, please touch my cunt, touch my asshole, fuck me fuck me, let me feel your hard cock splitting me apart, please, she thinks, yet dare not verbalize… minutes an eternity, he pulls her legs apart, she shifts her balance, she is now splayed wide apart, the night air caresses her naked and exposed skin, she secretly wishes someone  watches, women, men, masturbating, getting excited about seeing her in this position, with pulsing heart and ragged breath, she feels him pull down her panties, feels them around her knees, her legs and ass wide apart, now uncovered, unprotected, she feels shame as she knows he is staring at her pussy, her asshole, the uncomfortable position she must hold… his hands return to the same soft area, so close, oh god please, touch me there please she thinks, yet he does not, reveling in his cruel yet deliberate motions. closer his hands now move, he runs his finger up and down her crack, so softly, not quite touching her holes, but just around and on top, up and down…and then suddenly puts two fingers into her pussy, in her deep wetness,  he starts to pump, furiously, with force, her knees once again buckle, yet she maintains, he pistons her, and presses his thumb against her clit, the motion making it rub, she quickly reaches plateau stage, her breath catches, she holds her breath, ready to let go… and he stops…. oh god, how did he know i was just about to cum, that fucker, what is he doing to me, i want his cock, i want him to fill me up, wish he had two cocks for my pussy and asshole at the same time, oh give it to me, please. she feels his hands on her ass, he pulls her cheeks apart, rubs his finger around her pussy to get it wet, and starts to circle her asshole, teasing, softly, tickling her, she shudders, his finger plays, and suddenly she feels the stinging sharp wracking pain of a smack on her ass, her muffled yell involuntarily expelled, he teases her asshole as he spanks first one cheek, then the other, the pain/pleasure once again sending shivering courses of jolted and jangling sensation everywhere, she is trapped, trapped in this bright instant of pleasure. and again, he stops. withdraws. not saying a word, he stands her up, pulls up her panties, down her skirt, buttons her blouse, she feels like a store mannequin, motionless. he takes her shoulders and they walk, she slowly paces, unable to see where, he leads her to a car, opens the back door and tells her to lie across the seat and not to move or try to utter a word.  in an instant she does, feels the cold leather seat on her face, and can only shudder in awed wonder at this experience. the motion of the car somehow comforts her despite the taut binding of tape, the rag now soaking wet in her mouth, she wishes that he wasn’t so thorough in his masking of her eyes, just so she could glean a quick glimpse of something, anything. she feels the car slow, they have arrived, he parks, gets out and opens her door, leads her out, she once again feels the strange sensation of not being able to see where she walks, and hears a door open. they enter, and the sudden change of air pressure tells her they are walking in some hallway, her smell heightened, there is a musky dampness, a faint smell of oil, she thinks they are in some building basement, but cannot be sure, his hand firmly grasping her arm as he lead her, she follows, hyper alert… another door squeaks open, he leads her a few feet, says do not try to run or yell. no one will hear you, and the steel door is locked. you are my helpless slave. do as i tell you, slave, and you will be well taken care of. do. not. move. she feels a blade against her wrists, yet he doesn’t cut the tape, her heart leaps, is he, oh god, no, she feels the blade run up and down her arm, across her back, once again the cruel laugh, he runs the blade around to her front, around her breasts, down to her pussy, she squirms, he hisses in dissatisfaction, she stills, he teases her for agonizing eternities but yet a minute.. and cuts the tape with a swift motion, her arms fall to her sides… do not move, my sweet little pet, not a muscle, as he puts the blade under her shirt and tank top, pulls the material taut with his other hand, and cuts away both from her body, they split, and he pulls the useless items away from her body, carelessly casting  aside the tops. she is scared beyond any point in her life, is this a horrible mistake, is it him or a stranger, oh god, what the fuck have i done, as she feels the blade at her hip, once again he cuts, her skirt and panties fall away, she is totally naked, blindfolded and muffled, in some place where no one will ever know, the sudden terror overwhelming. yet why was her pussy dripping? he takes her by the shoulder, lift your arms, slavey girl, as she does, first one wrist, then the other, the cold restrictive steel of handcuffs encircle her wrists, she is grateful for the ambient heat of the room, yet she shivers with an otherworldly chill, she feels him grab her leg, hears the metal clink, and suddenly both ankles are shackled…. his whisper shatters the quiet, he says he is leaving, she cannot accept this, the unknowing, wait, please, she thinks… he says i will take off your mask and muzzle, lil one, but it is dark. very dark. you will see nothing, and no one will ever hear you. await my pleasure upon my return. i have things to do. he removes her impediments, finds the door, and leaves, she hears and sees nothing, the room seems to close in on her terrified consciousness,  elemental and palpable fear rampant, she faces the unknown.

9/20/2014 7:04:19 AM: i am not much of a drinker at all. an occasional beer, a drink at a bar with a friend, that’s about it… but yesterday was life is too tough to take friday so i started drinking around 7pm, right after i got home from work. cheap gin and generic supermarket diet ginger ale, a classy drink for an all around classy guy. that’s me. classy…my name is bond, maurice bond, and i love my cheap throat burning booze shaken, not stirred, with the cheapest blend of 99 cent soda over ice.what better way to wallow in worried woes? despair is perfectly compatible with really cheap booze.sometime around 9 or so, the drunken texts flew from my alcohol-laden digits. quite a few friends got some inane e-mumbling e-message that made little sense. and of course, i apologized. dunno for what, but i said i was sorry.eh, depression sucks. but i live with it. and most of the time i am ok. but when it hits, i stupidly think that getting inebriated dulls the pain. but quite the opposite; the sadness flows through my veins and arteries faster than the alcohol i guzzled. and they dont blend well at all.anyway. onward; i have this female cyber- pen-pal friend in richmond virgina. she lusts for me. we cyber-met on a vanilla dating site 5-6 years ago. i wrote her some erotica. she liked it. she also likes to use kitchen utensils to get off, and i think thats a pretty neat trick. i have visions of her hopping around the kitchen, pretending to be a cowgirl, smacking her ass with a spatula and using the rolling pin shoved in her moist natures tufted treasure, using it as a pommel as she goes round and round the table, neighing like a shetland pony, a meat thermometer festively dangling from her chocolate bunny maker; she is cookin that soup, stirring her honey pot with that rolling pin, a prancing and dancin, doin the two fingered taco tickle, until the pillsbury doughboy giggles and she is poppin fresh.yes. yes, i will stoop that low to make inane jokes.i texted her too. and we texted till way late. or way early, i cant figure out which. we had a nice chat. i think i am gonna meet her in baltimore. and i am gonna meat her with balls and more.whats better than bananas and cream on a nice cushy hotel bed? i submit to you, nothing.its gonna be a great dating site date…i am gonna meat my pillow princess, have her sweep me off my feet with a nice aikido move, and get my last first blowjob. i will try to stay awake longer than 15 minutes after she accepts my starchy love offering…….. fun fun fun.anyway. onward; you know all us guys dont really see you women on dating sites as people; we see you victorias secret models advertising for gratuitous penis. we dont see you as humans, but as orifices.. stink-hole one, stink-hole two, or the other upper one, where the stupid stuff comes out of. and please, all you women who now want to respond telling me that you wish i would go fuck a syphilitic aids-ridden crack whore from the innards of detroit and love to see my 4 year old sized peanut dick fall off after shriveling and blackening, please realize that i am writing a harmless little piece of fluff, cause the muse struck me this saturday morning. i freely admit us guys on dating sites are pretty awful. we show an incredibly amazing lack of understanding of what makes a woman tick, that despite her advertising for cock, women still need the dance of seduction, the words, the romance of flirtatious excitement, the need to be respected and not considered a wanton whore until they consent to be so. us guys post a pic of a torso shot and erect heat seeking moisture missile, with the prolific profile prose that would fail a 3rd grade grammar test, and expect you hotties to cyber-swoon, meet us within 15 minutes of us reaching to you, and be naked in some back alley guzzling our throat yogurt..and we all know that the last paragraph is pretty damn close to reality.anyway. onward; i have written this before, but please, dear gods of priapism and paraphilia, please oh please stop overweight women from posting pics of their pendulous chesticles….. no, i am not a misogynistic moron, don’t mind nude pics, but it is clearly disturbing to see stretch marks, tits touching belly buttons, bunts, etc.. and know i am far from skinny, i have a middle aged gut, i over eat and don’t exercise enough, but have the good sense not to show my naked self on here. ….unless, of course, you women want to perpetuate your self-loathing and fuck me, a guy that looks just like homer simpson naked.. but not quite that yellow… so….just know that photos of flappy jacks on fat babes to guys are the female equivalent of looking at pics of lil pee-pees on a doughy boy body. get it?anyway. onward. i have met a few nice women from alt and Adult FriendFinder. had some very nice intimate encounters, so don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression about how i feel about adult dating sites. its been mostly a pleasant experience…just know that like anything else in life, ya just gotta sort through the chaff to get to the wheat. or tough to open bra-clips and zippers to get to the genitals. or something. feel free to add your own homespun aphorism…anyway. onward; i do have to admire women who have the intelligence and poise to pen profiles that are well thought out, spell out exactly what you want, are stunning and have smoking hot bods, looking for a combination of johnny depp, albert einstein and james cameron on alt or Adult FriendFinder …. yet don’t realize that you are advertising your pink fortresses of dom perignon to drinkers of olde english ….anyway. penultimately; those clever profiles that at times do read like a resume, but ya never tell us why ya got fired from your last job….wishing all of you horny masturbatory marauders and closet pervs a salacious saturday and sinfully satiated sunday.

9/1/2014 5:20:14 AM: been on vanilla and adult dating sites for a few years. i have yet to find the right love slave, but have met many wonderful (and many not-so) and interesting women… and how i wish i could have that kind of heated passion that authors write about when i am with a woman….. hundreds of dates. fucking lots of different women (yeah, i am an unrepentant whore) and not for one of them would i be all like wanting to punch their arm and put their pony tail in the inkwell, or wanna buy flowers for no reason at all, or call in the middle of the night to say i miss you, or wanna show off for.... with almost all of em i was staring at the door as i jettisoned lil me’s on their hair or decorative silk throw pillow....or on their back. and about sex; oh, you women...who still require a 'relationship' before consenting to getting spanked or whipped or forced to drink from a dog bowl or whatever mishegass us humans eroticize....and so many say they have experience... which consists of reading 50 shades or once having a bf hold their wrists or pull their hair. and when i bring em home and tie and blindfold them, they get all weird, and say, wait, no, don’t, i never did that.…and while often enthusiastic, just dont have the faintest clue as how the exchange of energy works. it amazes me how men and women in the usa are so sexually repressed. so many women tell me that their exes would never tell them what they liked, or she would never be a bit sexually aggressive and seductive, and that middle aged guys have erection problems.. and living with someone and not having sex for years.....? what fucking sexual retards we all are. it should be easy; two consenting adults, looking to satisfy carnal desires, no more, no less, no expectation other than doing their best to fulfill their fantasies, and acting out base carnal desire with respect and uninhibited action. yet, all i hear are stories of outré behavior, frustration and an all-too-often sigh of somewhat cheerless dissatisfaction. how distressingly sad.. aint there no one out there that can truly be a zen master of fancy fuckin? besides me, of course…. anyway...there are always exceptions to the rule…last month i met a woman on aff. we hit it off, had car sex 2 hours after meeting, groping with pants down, mutual oral sex, hot passionate kissing, as i whispered foul things i wanted to do to her…. she was nothing but enthusiastic, and admitted that she had fantasies, but had been in a marriage where there was no action. no bondage, no submission, no kinky stuff at all... she was an anal virgin, and wanted to have a rear admiral in the greek navy invade her port.... yeah, i do stoop that low to make jokes.. anyway; i told her to be at my place next saturday night and to make sure that she cleaned herself thoroughly. i told her that when she entered my apartment, there would be rules. she could not speak unless told to do so, not to look me in the eye, and to do what she was told without hesitation. upon her arrival,, i made her stand in front of me, strip down to her underwear, and await my bidding. i made her hold that position with eyes down for 5 minutes, watching her squirm, saying nothing, her anxious and anticipatory discomfort a palpable force….. i then stood up and went behind her, took a silky scarf and slowly blindfolded her with the smoothness of the scarf gently rubbing her shoulder, neck and back before wrapping around her head….. then another around her wrists. also teasingly done, up and down her legs, stomach, and breasts above her bra…. her breath caught, her face flushed and she let out a soft moan as she felt her helpless restriction… i whispered breathily in her ear that i was going to fulfill her fantasy; yet she would not get fucked in her pussy, just mouth and ass, because she had not yet proven her worth to me to merit a good fucking there. standing behind her, i ran my hand slowly down her back, softly, teasingly, and up again, then using my fingernails to scratch, up and down, repeatedly, i watched her reaction, her respiration becoming more measured, her hands twitched, i wanted to control her like a puppet, to make her caper about to my pulling her erotically charged strings, the dance had begun…….  i ran my finger up and down her ass crack over her panties, up and done, slowly and softly, saw the goose bumps on her arms, she twitched and moaned anew, breathily and passionately…. i then pressed my finger against her asshole outside of her panties... rubbing and gently pushing, and she gasped and panted.... and it ought that was a nice reaction... you like it dont you, i whispered in her ear.... she nodded yes, as i forbade her to speak... i then brought my hands to her shoulders, and started to grind my hips into her ass, my hard cock pressing her ass crack, with my hand i centered it, spreading her ass a bit so that she could feel it pressing against  her holes, i grinded and humped for a minute, all the while holding her shoulders tightly, possessively, she heard me growl a bit, my desire and hers elevating, co-joined and exponentially elevated… pulling back from her ass, i brought my finger to her mouth, told her to get it nice and wet... she treated it like a nice lil cock, sucking, licking... my hand went down, under her panties, to her asshole, and i gently teased her, felt her clench, then relax, i circled my finger, applying gentle pressure for a minute, then inserted my finger in her ass... her knees buckled a little... you love it dont you... want my cock in your ass, dont you, as she vigorously nodded.. i kept fingering her… and with my other hand started caressing her breasts as i pushed aside the gauze of her bra pinching one nipple.. then the other, all the while moving my finger slowly in and out of her asshole, whispering to her what a good slut she wants to be for me…then running my hand slowly and teasingly down her stomach first lightly, then with my fingernails, i reached her mound, over her panties, i cupped her pussy and rubbed and rolled my two fingers around the lips.... first softly, teasing, then harder and more paced.. her breath caught, she was groaning and matching my motions with her hips, she felt the fullness in her ass and the unrelenting pleasure of friction on her clit… and i stopped. pulled both hands away as she stomped her foot petulantly, which made me laugh aloud. taking her by the shoulder, i led her to my bed. laid her on her stomach. told her to arch her back and lift her ass in the air. put a pillow under her hips. and again, just watched and waited...she laid there, excited and once again with anticipatory aching.. still waiting… a moment stretched to an eternity, the only sound was of her breathing… then; want my cock in your ass, don’t you, i whispered...she nodded... then show me... open your legs, your ass... she lifted her hips a bit higher... i reached down, and slowly pulled her panties off...i saw her asshole and pussy, both glistening and wet, surprisingly pink for a woman in her 40’s… look at you, i said, look at you spread out and open for me to see, nice and humiliating, isnt it...you like being a whore and unrepentant slut for me, don’t you? as she once again nodded… i then laid next to her, whispered in her ear, do want me in your ass? how bad? i then gave her permission to speak... she moaned oh god, please fuck me... please...fuck my ass… once again, i put my finger in her ass, and ordered her to say.. fuck me in the ass, daddy. please fuck me.... fuck my ass, daddy, please fuck me oh daddy i want your cock in my virgin asshole, please…. and as she did, shuddered violently, came vigorously and clenched her asshole so tight as she climaxed that i felt numbness in my fingertip.... that was nice, i thought to myself…. check;  fantasies about her father…. i let her rest for a few seconds as her body twitched, her breath settling a bit… i put some oil on my fingers  (i had by the side of my bed), and once again started to finger her asshole, slowly and deeper with every stroke, letting her get used to the feeling….then with two fingers i stretched her more, all the while she pushed back, her legs wide apart, her hips rising to meet my fingers invading her ass, once again groaning, she whispered, oh fuck me daddy, fuck my ass, please... which turned me on so much… a few more minutes of motion and i withdrew. untying her hands i ordered her to pull and keep her ass spread wide apart for me……which she did immediately… kneeling behind her i told her to play with her asshole, i told her to ask me to fuck her there, to beg me, plead with me, i was withholding, make me want you, i told her…. as she fingered herself, begging, oh god, fuck my ass, you fucking bastard, fuck me already, i want it, please.. as i watched saying nothing, her pleas now becoming almost sobs as i watched and waited, as i oiled up my cock and stroked it slowly, watching…. i leaned down, told her i was going to fuck her ass now.. and slowly and firmly pressed my cock against her asshole… she first tightened, then relaxed, as the head went in, i didn’t move, i let her get used to the feeling, her moans becoming more base and guttural, oh god, oh god fuck me, slowly please but fuck me, she begged…..as i pushed my cock all the way in i put the entire weight of my body on hers, wrapped my arms around her chest, and held her motionless, she was unable to move, as i fucked her faster, holding her tight, she panted and moaned, i told her to clench her asshole around my cock, and she did, and shivered, and continued to do so as i fucked her furiously, she asked me to cum in her ass, i told her to shut up and take it…. there was a connectedness, a co-joining of energies, the universe existed only of our tiny bubble, on my bed, i told her to turn her head towards me, and kissed her deeply, our tongues flickering, devouring each other, connected at both ends, i wanted another cock to shove into her pussy, we groaned and gasped…. and i suddenly pulled out.. she started to talk. shhh, i said….i got on my knees behind her.. looked at her no longer virginal asshole.. it was a bit red, but no worse for wear… and started to jerk off… 20 seconds of stroking, and i shot ropey white jizz on her back and ass…. groaning, i twitched and moaned… and fell next to her…she thanked me… i told her to lay on her back and play with her clit till she came for me… she turned over, i removed her blindfold, she looked at me, then closed her eyes and started to run her hands down her stomach… opening her legs, she rubbed her pussy slowly, gently at first… i played with her nipples, bit her neck, licked her behind her ears, saying nothing, feeling her tension heighten, she was rubbing her clit, and fingering her pussy… she whispered, put a finger in my ass, please it feel good… and of course, i obliged her… i gently moved in and out, and around as she rubbed and fingered herself faster, furiously panting, oh.. oh.. and then a pause…. and louder….ooohhhh.. i felt her asshole clench and unclench as the waves of orgasm overtook her, she twitched, her back arched, then she relaxed.. i started to pull my finger out, but she held my hand.. leave it in.. please…she had three fingers in her pussy, she was still rubbing her clit… with her eyes closed, she still played with herself, my finger in her ass.. after a minute, she opened her eyes… asked that i pull out… she got up. went to the bathroom. showered. got dressed. kissed me,  thanked me, and left. i never heard from her again… the end. pun intended.

6/2/2014 1:31:35 PM: this is the story of ms new hampshire, or who i like to call, the woman who almost fucked me to death. almost 4 years ago, ms nh emailed me from match, saying that it was a shame that she was 6 hours away, and how hot n sexy i was, and how she would love to make a man outta me so of course, i had to meet her. originally from brooklyn, of italian lineage, she was the original wild child who never grew up. aggressively funny, without any inhibitions whatsoever, and a total inability to filter what she said, she tempted me to dip my spoon in her olive oil. ms nh invited me to visit her in laconia, nh, for a weekend of relaxed fun. i agreed, and drove through a winter storm through new england, cursing myself that i am driving 6 hours for pussy, that she better be a zen master of squat jumping in the cucumber patch (pause for a collective groan. i promise no more silly sexual references, carry on), and i hope her bed is comfy, cause my ass and back hurt from sitting for so long. arriving at her house, i found her standing outside, as she ran to my door, ripped it open, and mugged me. she stuck her tongue in my mouth and ears and i felt like i just purchased a puppy. she didnt even give me a chance to say hi, she grabbed my hand, and dragged me upstairs to her apartment. as we walked up the steps, ms nh was saying that i looked good, peeling off her clothes as she climbed. surprised at how good her 55 year old naked body looked, as her profile pics showed how in shape she was, and she told me that she took 2nd place in a new england female body builder competition. she took me to her couch and got on her knees to unzip me and this thought hit me; its not enough just to stare at tits, ya gotta tie em up too! so i told her no, stop.. it has become clear to me that all women want to be led during sex, that yes, they are powerful fulfilled women, but during the dance, they want the man to lead during the tango, and for him to open her door so i told her that she had to earn my willingness for me to fuck her, i didnt care how many men she had, i know what she secretly desired, her innermost fantasy. i told her to get me something to tie her up with, that i was going to make her helpless and begging, she would plead for my cock. ms nh, was galvanized, ran to her bedroom, and came back with scarves, elastic rope, a huge dildo, and a whip with a 10 inch round handle and latex strips. i ordered her to turn around, and i bound her hands behind her back. i wrapped a scarf around her eyes, and told her to stand there as i looked at her, not to say a word, just wait. she moaned, and i smacked her ass and told her to be still, which of course, made her pant even faster…she waited for me, rapt in her blind helpless state, as i just waited, building the tension, the only sound her  breathing as she filled the room with musk. good, i whispered, standing up, so far so good and she said, fuck you, you fucking bastard, i have been with over a hundred men, and not one of them ever even did what you are doing to me, fuck, stopdontstop this has been my fantasy since i was 12.. my god... hearing that she was a b& d virgin only spurred my imagination further; i untied her, and ordered her to get on all fours, not to move, no matter what i do to her. once again, i made her wait.. knowing she could feel my eyes on her open legs, her secret area exposed, as her hips began to sway, i once again smacked her ass. she told me that i was a pussy boy, with a gentle smack like that, so i hit her harder, and she laughed; i spat in my hand, and rubbed the saliva around, and hit her really hard, with a wet stinging smack that echoed and she came. hard enough? i  yelled. have i ever mentioned that i love, no i mean REALLY love humankinds amazing wonders..? well, i do, i do but we only just begun. i told her to get back to all fours ( as she had collapsed) and i kneeled behind her i was still fully clothed, and hard as a rock, but i had a way to go before the regular stuff started and saw the whip, and thought, how far can i take her, and lightly brushed the whips tails up and down her back, in her furrow, teasing her holes, up and down for a few minutes i then put my fingers in her, her soaking wet pussy dripping, and i rubbed her from clit to anus, making the whole area sticky and soaking taking the whip, i shoved it up her ass, as she groaned, and i ordered  her to crawl on the floor like a good pony girl, telling me how much she wanted my training, how she was my piece of meat, how i drove her insane she crawled around, telling me how she hated me, crying, overcome with lust, and begged me to use her and fuck her and take her and abuse her. i told her to stand, and to make sure the whip stayed in place. as she was crawling around, i saw a suitable doorway with a hook, so i led her there, and tied her hands together, and lifting her arms over her head ,i bound her to the hook. standing behind her, i ordered her to open her legs as wide as possible, and told her the whip must stay in place. once again blindfolding her, i made her wait for me to torture her, in dead silence, as her apprehension once again reached the highest level.  after three minutes i retrieved her vibrating dildo, and started to rub it all over her body, making her writhe and twitch…i teased her, and placed the buzzer on her clit, got her to gasp and pant and tighten, and withdrew the buzzer and repeated her torture for long minutes; then told her to beg me to let her come, she needed it, and once again, i rubbed.. and withdrew, until finally, with an unearthly elemental teary voice she slumped against the ropes pleading, and i granted her release it was time for a break, i thought, it was an hour and a half of creamy torment, so i untied her, withdrew the whip, and took her to the couch, where she cried, and cursed and thanked me. and begged for more. i told her to kneel before me. she quickly went for my crotch, but i slapped her hand away. no normal blow job, i told her, but my way, i am still in control. taking off my pants and bringing my cock to her face, i told her to open her mouth, and stick out her tongue. as i put it in, she started to suck, and i pulled away, telling her i didnt say for her to do that; stay still and dont move. for the next 10 minutes she knelt there, as i fucked her mouth, rubbed my dick on her face, and made her my and when i orgasmed, she swallowed every drop with devotion.  ok, i arrived at 7 on friday night, it was now 10, and what the heck do we do for the rest of the weekend? well, i continued to expand her sexual arousal, and the exploration of d&s, and b&d; we stayed naked and played and ate and drank and fucked and she got spanked and invaded worse than poland by the nazis in 39, and it was fucking awesome. i left on sunday late afternoon. ms nh didnt want me to go, she wanted more more & more, just like a woman always does.... in three weeks she drove to new jersey, under the guise of visiting her parents in brooklyn for the holidays..she planned to spend three days at my place, where we picked up right where we left off..i used every part of my apartment to abuse every body part and orifice of hers, and we once even did it in my bed.. i took almost one hundred pictures of her, as she was bound like a thanksgiving turkey, in many compromising positions, with toys in her.. all at her request, as she wanted masturbatory material for when she went home... after two days, i had to kick her out. i couldnt handle any more. i am no 18 year old who has resiliency, i am a middle aged guy who can still rock the house, but i need my naps, goddammit so i kept telling her to get the fuck out, she is killing me, but she wouldnt let go of my dick, she kept begging me to tie her up, to abuse her.  i had to practically dress her and pack her bag. but she came back the next weekend, and it started all over again ah, ms nh thanks for the mammaries. the long distance thing didnt work, but we are still pals. i havent seen ms nh for almost 4 years. sometimes when we chat, we look at the pics we took, and get nostalgic. hmm.. spring is around the corner;. maybe i will get the chevy tuned up and hit the highway, she promised me an ffm three-some that we never had.....

3/10/2014 3:25:57 PM: i hope anyone who reads my journal, male, female or other, will maybe glean some knowledge about scamming and false identities...   i am on 4 vanilla dating and 3 lifestyle ones, and it no longer surprises me how many false profiles i see. since i look at women, it is easy to see who the scammers are; any female that says she is looking for true love and her soulmate on adult sites is phony. usually there is a pic of a nice looking slavic girl, and the profile prose states how she is looking for a husband or similar.   then there are those who copy pictures from the web, and then build a false identity. most are guys disguised as women. look up 'google image' and then check to see how many profiles fooled you.   of course, there are those who put profiles up just to talk dirty without ever meeting, again, many of whom are guys who post pics of cute young girls and pretend.   maybe most of you know this, but i am willing to bet that many guys have exchanged emails and chat with these kinds of people without knowing.   i also wonder how many phony profiles are added by the hosts of the site in order to make them seem more popular.   check out this profile - Master4daughter   google image the pic. you will see what i mean.   i would hope that there are sincere and earnest people on here looking for their match, in whatever guise that may be. but i think its a very small amount of people.