The official Global Orgasm Day is on 21 December 2o12. This website discusses thinking about peace before and during an orgasm to affect collective consciousness. The mind is already at peace when you feel horny, so you don’t need to make a specific effort. Just enjoy the moment and know that you are doing a world of good when you love yourself through masturbation, and love your partner through oral sex and lovemaking. Sex is an act of love. Some may view it as distasteful, but SEX is about the only fun we have left in this greedy fucked up world, so don’t let religion or any other fucker manipulate your mind into believing it is wrong. YOU have the POWER to THINK for YOURSELF. As Nike says, JUST DO IT!

Last year, sharing World Orgasm Day on 13 June 2011 with my perfect partner was a delight. I messed up the sheets by pouring ice cream over my naked body, but it was worth watching his excitement.

This year I am arranging two World Orgasm Days because it would be good to share a day of love and orgasms with my partner when I visit him in a week and then when I’m back in the UK on the Queens Jubilee. And the day of worship to the Queen on 5 June 2012 will mix up the worshipping energy swirling into the world on that day. Maybe I am quite disrespectful toward The Queen, but she is  an unnecessary itch on the forehead. She’s too expensive and just not needed. The economy will nosedive anyway with or without her effect on tourism. Peeps…she is only human. She is NOT God so stop worshipping her in that way.

So pull a sickie off work and experience a day of orgasms on 23 May 2012 and 5 June 2012. Worship yourself and your partner. Let love prevail.And if you’re normally a faker, stop that right now and practice practice practice stroking your body until you become an expert, because if you can’t turn yourself on and orgasm, I doubt your partner can too. Faking orgasm only hurts your pleasure.

]]> http://www.girlwithadirtymind.com/2012/05/world-orgasm-day-on-23-may-2012-and-5-june-2012/feed/ 0 http://www.girlwithadirtymind.com/2012/05/hot-sex-tip-for-girls/ http://www.girlwithadirtymind.com/2012/05/hot-sex-tip-for-girls/#comments Thu, 03 May 2012 07:53:47 +0000 Girl With A Dirty Mind http://www.girlwithadirtymind.com/?p=3044 ↓ Read the rest of this entry...]]> Your pleasure comes first, and he should want to bring you to a delightful orgasm before he slides it in and gets his wicked way. If you are with a partner who always put you first, then they are the exception and it’s okay to put him before yourself, but in this instance, it’s good to   be a little selfish. I once remember a time when I wouldn’t let a guy enter me until I had come with my vibrating dildo. For about ten minutes it was vibrating against my clit, and it’s also vibrating against his dick, and I remember him saying “Do you know how crazy this is making me.” Finally I came and I let him slip in.

Here’s a hot sex tip for girls, go out and buy yourself a cheap vibrating dildo, get naked with your partner, and make sure to tell him that he’s not getting any pussy until you orgasm. The delightful sensations against his cock tip will drive him nuts, and you’ll be the one in charge of both your pleasure and his pleasure. Porn may be able to get him harder than a rock in seconds on sight of two lesbians licking each other out, but try the above hot sex tip for girls, because I guarantee it will get his cock creaming at its tip. Be selfish for once! Lipstick vibrators are okay, but they don’t have the power of the iGasm or a jelly clit licker.

After a tiring night of her constant knawing at his mouth, he stripped off his boxers, and she crept into the soft duvet wearing only silky red underwear. “Come and nestle in here sexy,” insisted Michael. “It’s a warm home for your head.”

“I want to make love,” grumbled Heather, “But you treat me like a slimy goblin because it’s that time of the month.”

“I’m sorry hun, you know I’m a clean freak, and these boxers are fifty bucks a pair.”

“I’m not fucking your white boxers though.”

“You’ll be back to normal in a couple of days, I’ll make love to you then.”

He’s turning into such a bore. Maybe I’ll never get the chance to give his tongue a blood bath, but I’m fucking horny during this cycle and he doesn’t seem to care.

Usually, their sex life was amazing and diverse. They had not only fucked in more ways than the Kama Sutra but also shared fantasies and carried them into real life. “Wanna tell me the latest fantasy you rub about?” asked a curious Michael as his rough hands caressed her cheek.

“I don’t think it will be up your street, Mike. It’s messier than blood play.”

He laughed. “Sure, I’ll try anything as long as it doesn’t involve menstrual blood.”

“Well for once it doesn’t involve sex.”

“No sex? I’m intrigued, do spill?” he asked, his hand now diverting to the soft flesh of her buttocks.

“Blindfold me, tie up my hands, and pour vanilla essence over my semi-naked body. You then dive onto my body and rub against me?”

He gripped her hair and their eyes locked like a magnet. “It sounds horny, but have you already bought some essence?”

Heather curled her lip and grinned, “Well not exactly. I thought you could have a couple of unflavored coffees this week.”

“You’re kidding,” gasped a shocked Mike. “It’s twenty bucks a bottle.”

“Forget it then,” she mumbled, her face returning to his soft spongy chest. “Well use whipped cream instead, turn me into a sticky mess.”

“Look at me,” he insisted. “I want to talk about this.”

“Yeah but I don’t want another argument. Why do you have to be uptight about everything I mention?”

“Don’t be like that babe,” he added placing a tender kiss on her forehead, “I want to hear more about this fantasy.”

“Yeah but you don’t want to surrender your vanilla essence,” she grunted, her face falling exactly the same way as her tone, “And it’s not the same with whipped cream.”

“Sure I do, you can do what you want with it. Describe your fantasy. I want to get rock hard thinking about it as your voice gets deeper and seductive.”

“Okay, well listen carefully,” she said firmly in a louder tone than usual, twisting his chest hair into little knots that mimicked afro curls. “My moans grow louder as it’s a delight to feel your body against mine, our sight stolen by a blindfold. I desperately search for your warm breath and soft lips, but it’s a failed mission. You blow on my face, the tension making my vagina drool, perspiration melting the vanilla essence and our noses brush together. The urge to kiss you is so strong and alive; all the problems of the world dissolve.

“Oh baby you’re getting me so hard.”

She continued, “Our tingly bodies cause warm sexual friction and, through the heat, impatience, and foxy moves, we climax together.

“You have a way with words, Heather,” he confessed, a slight tremble hitting his body.

“You’re rock hard,” Heather cited with a slight chuckle.

He pushed her away and jumped on top of her, shielding the bright light. “You’re such an easy turn on.”

Their lips melted together in sync as he forgot her last comment but then pulled away. “I’m not an easy target. Only with certain girls do I get insanely horny. With you, let’s just say you have the magic potion to cure this aching rock.”

She wrapped her legs around his tight ass, his dick burning a hole through her silky thong. “This was a bad mistake, stick it in, I’m desperate to feel your fat head pumping my g-spot.”

“Stop teasing me you filthy minded nymph. I’ll be back in a second with the vanilla essence.

He crept from her sight and she pulled the covers over her body. He turned off the lights, and the shimmer of the moonlight painted a picture of the spider plant on the ceiling. Seconds later, he pulled back the covers, and tied her eyes and hands with the long belt from her fluffy purple dressing gown.

Goose bumps kept her on red alert, and her blood mixed with creamy vaginal juices and left a damp patch in her favorite panties.

Cold liquid hit her nipples, trickling down the sides and onto the white cotton sheets. “God, this feels horny,” she exclaimed biting her lower lip.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” promised Michael. “Now what else is in your goody drawer? Just as I expected, condoms, vibrators, lube, chocolate body paint. There’s even lipstick in here.”

“That’s not a lipstick,” she teased. “Open it up and see.”

As he turned it to twist off the top, it hummed and he wept with laugher. “Portable vibrators. And when was the last time you rubbed the stick over yourself thinking bout me?” asked Mike teasing it over her wet knickers.

She paused for a second, her thoughts stolen by the sudden pleasure awakening the urge for a deep fuck.

“I don’t even remember my name let alone when I last used that vibrator. Now get on top of me and rub it into your chest,” she begged, her breaths echoing the room and growing shallower.

“I’m teasing,” joked Mike. “Besides I’m sure you’d love to hear how my dick is throbbing in desperation to penetrate you.”

“The only way to get through your blood phobia is to enter me now,” she screamed. “Go on, fuck me.”

His dick ached and throbbed against her barely covered clit. “Shhhh, you don’t want the neighbors to complain do you?” She groaned hard and gripped his ass with her strong thighs. “Forcing my rock into your river is no option sexy girl.” Her warm breath pulled him in and they embraced passionately, her hands gripping the sheets beneath, his hands pawing over her face and pert breasts.

“Oh Mike, I can’t get enough of you.”

Rubbing against the silky oil melting into his hairs, he pulled off her blindfold and surrendered to her dominant lips screaming his name. “Hey sexy sailor. How about now you untie my hands?”

“I wanted to stare into your eyes and share my pain with you.”

She hinted, “Hey baby, I think we’re both in pain until you fuck me.”

He held her close. Hearing those dirty words sent new blood to his penis, making it ache for her silky satin.

“I can’t, it’ll be over in seconds. I’m almost at the peak right now.”

They kissed, her tongue probing his mouth, mimicking the real fuck she desired. “I give in,” a weary Mike whispered before reaching down to push her sodden panties to the side, and his granite cock slipped into her peachy center.

Heather let out a huge sigh and grinned, “This feels good. Is it warm and silky down there?”

“Oh fuck yeah. You’re silkier than oil.” He slipped in and out of her squidgy delight, their skin slapping together. She returned his thrusts, which stopped his dick from slipping out of her sopping wet hole. Occasionally, he pulled out and rubbed it over her clit before sinking it in again and pounding her harder.

Their wet lips smacked together in sync, and he held onto her as if she was precious gold dust before his full body trembled and he fucked her harder and faster than a sprinter running the 100m gold. “That’s it Mike, fuck me harder, I’m close.”

“Holy shit, I’m coming baby.” Electrical pulses shot up and down his spine and into his cock; his cum spewing like a volcano, and she gripped his ass tight, her body rocking and pulsing with ecstasy.

Mike looked down at his dick laced with blood and creamy cum. Heather laughed, “Was it worth it?”

“Doesn’t scare me, boy am I a pussy.”

“And would a pussy enjoy a blood bath right now.”

He pulled his face and shrieked, “Not even if it tasted like strawberries would my nose rub against the part of you I normally love.”

“Sure, but you’re one in a million satisfying your girl who is desperate for sex at her most horniest.” She threw her blood soaked panties onto the floor, infuriating Mike who jumped off the bed and immediately picked them up. “Show a little respect. I’m washing my dick, maybe you should do the same down there?” he nodded.

“Nah, the scent of me will draw you to my flame in several hours anyway, I know how you guys work.”

“Yeah and it’d take foreplay and enough dirty words to melt me into submission again.”

“Well there’s tons of vanilla essence left, maybe I’ll surprise you.”

Mike winked at her from across the room, and she fell onto her right with a satisfied smile on her face at the thought of seconds.

What’s the big deal with strap on sex and why do most heterosexual men avoid even discussing this topic or believe it implies a homosexual fantasy. What do you have to lose in trying? Maybe you are afraid that you will enjoy experimenting with anal sex. The big turn on with my partner is his ability to try new things most men would prefer to avoid for fear of people knowing this secret. Fuck it. Try it anyway. Life is too short to wonder about this and that. The male g-spot is situated in the anus and it’s a delight to experience, well Jon certainly loves stimulating his, and hearing his moans has a positive effect on my pussy. I’ve rimmed a few butt holes over time and never has a guy asked me to stop.

This is an area many women would prefer to avoid since it’s removes waste produce, but if it’s clean, what’s the problem! It’s not exactly scat! I’m still disappointed none of the Sex and The City girls, apart from Charlotte rimming Trey, thought it disgusting to experiment further. Fucking prudes. Yes, I’m going off the subject since I’m hardly discussing strap on sex, but rimming is also an enjoyable act for both men and women.

I’ve written an erotic story about one man’s tale into strap on sex. He had harbored his fantasy for years before his wife decided to surprise him, and boy did it create an erection as hard as a bat. Unfortunately, it requires rewriting but I’ll add it to the next batch of erotic stories.

So what if you are bullied for sexual experimentation. The people who judge are only jealous that you have the balls to try something new. This is why I have no jealousy toward porn, and I don’t mind my man watching it if I’m feeling off par and unsexy. He loves me and I trust him, why should something so daft as fear rule our amazing relationship.

The first time he ever confessed this I remember lying in bed half zombified, but the more he described the scene, the more I could visualise every moment and juices slid out of me effortlessly. He hadn’t mentioned him kissing another man but I had to force him to describe it and had a powerful orgasm that night. Since then, Jon and I have shared some wild threesome fantasies, some of them him alone and I watch, and others where we have sucked a cock together while making flirty eye contact. He particularly loves anal play and imagines a guy pounding his ass. Three’s A Crowd was inspiration for this particular fantasy, and I don’t feel shameful or a freak. I am exploring my sexuality and I want Jon to explore his.

I doubt this fantasy would ever become a reality, but if it did, I am comfortable with myself and I have no need to feel jealous when Jon thinks about explicit fantasies such as this. I am grateful that he will talk to me about them, and it’s cool that I can get involved. His pleasure is my pleasure.

“It’s nothing to do with you, I’m just a little nervous,” I quietly responded. Suddenly, the same confident girl who splayed her legs and stuck a finger in her ass over the Internet disappeared, her sexual exuberance stolen by fear. The promise of sucking him and rimming his ass suddenly lost its momentum.

“You don’t have to feel nervous baby. We’re together now, and your pleasure is my priority.”

While he treated me like a gentleman from the airport to his truck, carrying my luggage and opening the door, I didn’t once stop staring at his beautiful smile.

I took a giant leap into the truck and the smell of fresh leather filled my senses. Jon jumped in seconds later, and I rested my head against the soft leather and melted into his deep chocolate eyes.

“What,” a nervous Jon shrugged and turned on the ignition, revving the powerful engine.

I turned off the engine and slipped my fingers into his. “Nothing, I can’t believe I’m finally here with you.”

“I guess,” whispered Jon. “After twelve months, we’re finally together. You’re so much more beautiful than through the screen.”

My cheeks burned and I blew air on myself. “No man has ever made me feel so beautiful, Jon. You’re so special to me.”

My eyes suddenly closed and I edged closer searching for his warm breath. Shock hit every pore in my body as our lips finally touched softly at first, but after ten seconds of tonsil tennis, his arms pulled me in, and I curled my arms around his tanned neck. “You taste of strawberries,” he pulled away to whisper. “Is it a new fruity range?”

“Nah, but you taste like my favourite banana,” I quickly responded with a toothy smile.

“The hours and hours I’ve creamed my dick thinking about your beautiful fat lips dominating mine, and now you’re here, I never want to let you go.”

I sucked on his bottom lip and he synchronised every move I made, while our tongues circled and smacked against every inch of warm saliva melting into one divine scent.

I pushed him away and stared into his lust crazy eyes. “Why don’t you join me in the rear.”

I jumped out of the truck and into the equally high rear, which bounced when I sat upon the large soft leather. I beckoned him toward me, and his slim body jumped over without a second thought and back onto my lips, pushing my body beneath the window into his sole dominance.

I gripped his small yet perfectly muscled arse, and he brushed his fingers through my short cotton wool soft fiery hair. Our kiss burned into fervent moans, and his dick pressed firmly against my thigh desperately fighting its way out of his jeans.

The deeper his kiss the more effortless my sticky warm juices drained from my twitching hole. Slip your fingers down my jeans. Touch me I repeatedly tried to suggest through mind control. Perhaps if I rip off his jeans, he’ll do the same to me and sink his face beneath my inviting slit.

I slipped off his belt, pulled down his zip, and he shimmied out of his trousers, which fell into a heavy heap at his feet. “Somebody’s glad to see me,” I added, a huge grin on my face at the sight of his twitching rock, the whites of my eyes more luminous than a full moon.

“I wanked five times last night. I was fucking exhausted thinking about this moment. I’m surprised it didn’t blow off.”

“Why don’t you find out how much I want you right now?”

He took the hint and pulled off my jeans sinking two fingers into my creamy hole. What a heavenly feeling in both my mind and body as he caressed every inch of my pussy, pressing two fingers against my g-spot, body spasms electrifying every inch of me.

My buttocks inched higher, and he pounded me harder with his fingers. The urge to urinate grew heavy as I desperately tried to resist the strange sensations thumping against my body like an arrow. I craved semen to cure my dehydration.

“Squirt all over me baby. I want your love juices raining over my face.”

The car rocked back and forth with every deep effort, and my splayed legs swept side-to-side trying to control the urge to squirt. He pumped against hot spots my fattest dildo failed to hit, and even masturbating myself with three fingers didn’t bring me to the same urges I felt right now.

I gripped his head, while he smiled at me lovingly watching my face in both pleasure and pain and my come at his command. “Am I hitting the right spot, baby?”

I gulped too afraid I would sound cartoonish. “Yeah baby you’re there, keep at it! I wanna piss all over you.”

“We can try that in the shower later,” grinned Jon highlighting his clit in the middle of the forehead whenever he focused hard. “Right now I want you to squirt on the ceiling. I want to remember you and smell your love juice when I drive this truck.”

“I’m sure there’s enough dribbling down my ass and leaving a puddle on your leather right now,” I shrieked through my shortness of breath and sheer agony as he pumped hard against my g-spot.

I ran my fingernails over his smooth skinhead and pulled on his pierced ears, while my juices squelched against his fingers drowning the external traffic. “I wish this were my cock slipping in and out,” he confessed searching for confirmation on my face.

“It’s coming,” I yelled as my body shook as if possessed. He punched against my g-spot harder, and I curled into the slimy leather beneath and groaned harder than ever, my body wild and out of control as the clear juices hit the ceiling and shot Jon between the eyes.

He looked at me in amazement and pulled off his casual T-shirt. “You sexy bitch coming on my face, how about I come in your mouth next?”

“Sit on my face then,” I joked.

Surrounded by steamy windows, Jon moved closer. “it seems I can’t fight your tempting sticky river.” Never had a man pounced on faster than Jon did. I was so wet it didn’t feel like we were in the realms of lovemaking. Not until he gripped my clammy ass, and I wrapped my thighs around his squeezable ass did the deep sensations send shocks of pleasure through me.

Perspiration wept off him seeping into my silky vest, and my taut nipples gripped his attention. He pulled it off and nibbled the stiff peaks I loved to tease with my sticky lube during masturbation.

His balls slapped against my ass with every deep thrust. I longed for his tongue on my clit, but our hot magnetic bodies rubbing in sync pushed my mind and body into a blissful state I had never before experienced with a lover. My heart wept unlike anything I had ever experienced, its cocoon now opening to the beauty of a multi-coloured butterfly. “You’re so silky and warm,” panted Jon. “I’m gonna explode soon.”

I laughed, “I’m surprised you’ve lasted so long.”

“You won’t be saying that as I pound your ass in the middle of the night. I’ll starve every gram of protein from you during our marathon lovemaking and wake you up slipping my hard cock into your delicious tight hole. Oh fuuuuuccccckkkk,” he yelped gripping my ass with a firmer grip, as if his orgasmic pleasure would halt if he didn’t surrender right now, “I’m coming baby.”

The urge to piss again grew strong as his cock pushed deeper than ever, warm semen dripping out of my hole as he pulled out and fell onto my chest hugging me tenderly. “Holy shit, that was amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” I added. “Looks like we don’t have to worry about either of us making a move, but it’s everything I imagined it would be.”

Jon dressed himself and promised, “Wait till my stamina returns, you’re getting the fuck of your life girl.”

“Better get the engine on and drive us to your sexual kingdom then sweet prince.”

My fantasy last night was us wearing our long raincoats in his truck. I reach across and fondle his dick through the waterproof fabric and he grows generous and his moans echo through my brain and send a generous tingle into every pore. My fantasy sped to my having easy access to my clit to wearing the raincoat in reverse and climbing on top of him and rubbing him to an untouchable orgasm, his warm breath blowing kisses against my neck, and our tongues entering a pleasurable roller coaster where FUCK is the only word that comes to mind. I’m dripping puddles of cum on his lap as I writhe like a hungry beast on top of him. I love arousing foreplay. Sometimes the abstention of touching the most intimate of body parts makes the scene hotter.

Not sure what it is about the rainwear fantasy that appeals. Perhaps it is the feel of the fabric, but rubber and latex would also be a hot combination, but I think it’s being naked underneath the fabric and having easy access to the genitals. Add a downpour and I’m in heaven, but I doubt a raincoat is advantageous when my partner is ripping off the buttons or pulling down the zip to access my naked flesh.

Then the thought of wearing plastic panties also arouses me, especially with Jon rubbing his fat dick across and infuriating a puddle of cum to drip in thick globules and settle near my ass. The thought of him rubbing my clit with latex gloves is another appealing fantasy. There is so much fun to be had with various materials.

I am on the bed half naked, the wind kissing my nipples harder as it waves through the window, while he squirts cold cream over my 38D breasts. His warm breaths toy with my hard, creamy suckable nipples, not tantalizing enough for him as he leaves them to grow harder.

I writh around desperate to escape from my loose crimson trousers. The longer they remained on, the wetter the evidence, which he clearly notices pushing my hands behind my back ready to secure with handcuffs.

“Who are you?” I screamed in desperation. “I didn’t expect your dominance to be this hot.”

“Shhhh,” was all he replied. Was it an overweight bald guy who worked in the local supermarket who picked up the keys from the instructions I gave over the phone, or perhaps a delicious shy single man who got his kicks from seducing young horny women? Strangely, I didn’t care because lying on the bed completely naked and wet stole every second of those daft egoist thoughts.

He’s not touched me or poked me with a dildo, yet I’m so aroused from the non-touch foreplay I’m almost ready for a body tingling orgasm. I can’t see a thing, but when his large hands rub the sticky cream into my breasts and two fingers splay my mouth apart, I hungrily lick at his fingers like a starving dog at his bowl.

With only four senses to guide me, it’s especially spine tingling when he covers my face with his creamy hands. He’s turning me into a human cream cake, yet he’s so quiet while my heavy moans beg for release. “This game is over,” I yelled, but I can only hear the traffic outside. His ignorance fills me with rage. “Come on, I’ve had enough. If you don’t set me free, I’ll stab your balls.”

He still refused to answer. I guess putting an advertisement in the local paper for male dominatrix to cover a female in sweet delights, tie her up, blindfold her, and not say a word expressed enough interest from the local town’s bad boys.

“Are you not even attracted to me pussy balls? Why don’t you remove my trousers and rub me to a quaking finale?” I demanded.

My mind raced over and over the dangerous advertisement. This was a mistake. He’s clearly a game playing gay boy.

I shook for a second as his warm breath kissed my crotch. “I can’t silence a second longer, and sorry if it breaks the rules, but damn you smell good, Pippa,” he spoke deeply.

“And the name’s not pussy balls, it’s Trevor.”

I drew a heavy breath, “Well Trevor, are you going to leave a heavily orgasmic lady wet and horny?”

“I’m afraid I’ll explode even before I remove your soaking trousers.”

“Why don’t you slip that purple head inside me? I want you,” I moaned.

The insatiable frustration of being unable to masturbate filled me with fury and lust in equal amounts. It’s not clitoral stimulation I need, but something more enriching to my soul, marathon sex perhaps. I don’t know what’s happening to me, nor can I see the sexy voiced stranger, but each second he restrains himself makes my pussy burn for him.

He carefully unzipped my trousers and pulled them off slowly. When his fingers tease against my flesh, another blob of warm liquid pours from beneath. “This is so hot. Are you going to give me a quick glimpse.”

“That wasn’t the deal. I’ve spoken already, but only because you smelt like heaven, and I’m not breaking another rule for your pleasure.”

My newly awakened thighs broke into a lazy slump, but they soon gripped his head as he smothered his face in my dripping wet pussy. The moans fell off my tongue like raindrops from the sky.

“Fuck this you teasing bitch,” I heard him pull off his belt and his trousers fell in a heap. “I’ve had enough of staring at your beautiful naked body trembling for my touch. If you think your dildos are fat and penetrating, I hope your eyes water when you feel my tool.”

My face fell into fits of pleasure and pain as his huge dick three inches wide entered me, and I gasped  “Oooo baby, fuck me deeper stranger.”

“This deep?” he questioned.

“Oh YEAH, I like a fat dick.”

Even a sublime kiss didn’t steal my insatiable lust toward his thick meat pounding my juicy slit. His balls slapped against my ass and the constant moans dried my throat. His tongue drenched with my love juices made love with mine. Strangely, I’d smelt a finger or two after fucking myself, but felt afraid of tasting my cream. We fought for the last drops of dew, our tongues smacking and squidging like immature teenagers on their first date.

“Take off your shirt, I hope you’re hairy underneath.”

“Hairier than your bush, darlin’.”

He rubbed his chest over my sticky nipples and is soon coated in warm sweet cream, the sensation forcing us to rub together like sex-starved nymphs. The stranger’s moans turn aggressive as his dick continues to slip out of my creamy slit. “Keep still,” he yelled, “I’m almost ready to explode.”

Gobsmacked at his audacity, I pulled on his neck with my teeth. See how you like that you heavy prick. “Stop that you mad bitch. I’m the one in charge here, remember,” he snarled fucking my hole deeper and deeper. “Do any of that biting when I come and I’ll leave you in this state overnight, do you hear me?”

Maybe he means business. He’s playful and aggressive, yet when I try to tease him, he turns grumpy.

“I’m close, Pippa. Your dreamy wet pussy makes it so hard to focus.”

His tongue dipped in and out of my mouth during his body spasms, but it’s clear he’s a man who can’t do two things at once. “Slow down and don’t force it,” I whispered, then begged, “Kiss me deeply.”

Our kiss turned delicious, sloppy, and synchronized, yet his body trembles as he contracts slow and deep, his juices mixing with mine as he sinks his spunk into my black hole.

“Holy shit, did I need that,” he whispered trying to gather his breath. “Not had a fuck like that in years.”

Yeah yeah, but bet you’d be dumb struck if I told you I preferred your domination to your fuck. “It’s time you untied me so I can see you out.”

“Only if you promise not to freak,” the hairy stranger replied.

“I won’t freak,” I promised.

He untied me and I pulled off my blindfold and my face curled into horror at the sight of my ex-boss, Robert.

“You lying scumbag. You fire me, and now you’re fucking me.”

“I’ll see myself out should I?” he asked with slight disappointment highlighting the aging lines on his forehead. “Pippa love, I only fired you because I knew you were out of my league. Watching the accountant guys letch at you day and night tore out my heart.”

“Well now you’ve had your fun, you’d better move it or the bat will be coming out to play.”

You surprise me. Rob. Even if you had asked me out instead of assume not, I might have said yes. I like older men I thought after the wind slammed the door shut. But I guess you’ll never know.

Why do so many people teach that it is healthy to recycle sexual energy, when I know that the release of an orgasm also brings the body benefits. Obviously if I was to masturbate 10 to 20 times per day, there would be no benefits, but once a day or several times a week, there is no harm in masturbating. There is something very intimate about masturbating and I believe it heals the mind away from guilt put upon us by society. My partner says that after I have orgasmed my face looks so peaceful and calm. Not only does sex and orgasms turn back the hands of time, but they encourage the release of pain relieving endorphins. This is a gift given to humanity and it pisses me off that sex is given a bad name throughout religion.  Often I think my orgasms are wild, but you should hear my partner. Fuck, his are earth trembling hot!

So I don’t see the benefit in recycling sexual energy. I think it can do more harm than good. The body is meant to release toxins and emotional debris, and an orgasm helps to release this. Tantric sex may require practice, but the release of an orgasm is also potent and sends out so much positive energy into the world. Religion serves to create guilt in a huge percentage of people, as sexual energy, together with tears, are two powerful healing mechanisms.

She wasn’t my girl, but after visiting fifty concerts in the past year, local and abroad, she was the girl I creamed over every night. My cum plastered over magazines that now wouldn’t open to view her exquisite smile and back covered entirely with multi-colored tattoos.

I crept toward the front of the crowd without a care in the world who knocked me off target. I wanted her more than anything, to taste her sweat and dip two fingers into her sweet cum. Her voice consumed me with lust. Now stood only ten foot from her, I dreamed she would give me a “come get me sailor” smile and steal me away from the hundreds of thousands of good-looking men in the crowd.

I had the power over the crowd as the gold ticket winner who got one on one time with her after the show. Try winning the lottery and multiplying it by one billion as the thought of seducing the girl of your dreams fills you with trepidation, while the first kiss filling your boxers in a second competes with equal terror.

Only half an hour to go before she’s in my arms. Maybe I lived on Crazy Island since all my friends disappeared after I told them about my win. Even the sexy blonde who purposely brushed my thigh every time she rolled her hips didn’t give me a raging hard on that made everyone else in the room disappear like how I imaged the rock goddess would make me feel up close and personal.

The scent of her sex rolling over my nose and dipping into my tongue forced my hands over my aching cock.

I closed my eyes imagining Kate aka, Rock Goddess and I rolling around on stage making fast raunchy love. The sight of her heavily perspiring face as I opened my eyes filled me with thirst to drink every inch of her.

The encore filled me with dread and I rolled my fists in a rage. More wasted minutes listening to music than filling her with my own tune that hummed into her mouth and rained between her thighs. She disappeared after two songs, and my stomach turned into a rollercoaster of nerves.

After waiting for the arena to empty, I stood at the edge of the stage waiting for her to greet me and invite me into the back. I struggled to walk onto the stage, the floor like superglue, but minutes later a bodyguard stopped me edging forward. “And can I help you,” asked the giant Ukranian man with acne pits across his cheeks the size of cherry stones.

“I won the competition, here’s my gold ticket,” I said excitedly, handing him the token.

“Wait a second, I’ll go and see if she’s ready for you.”

I envisioned her greeting me in a gold bikini, her long, silky raven hair draped over her shoulders and plump cleavage.

Kate glanced at me through the window as she dotted her lips with bright pink gloss. “So you’re the lucky one,” she asked with a cheeky grin. “How about you join me on my throne.”

The scent of her perfume caused goose bumps over my hairy arms, and I nervously approached the black suede plush suite. “Relax,” she added smoothing her hand over my knee, “I don’t bite.”

I ran the night repeatedly in my mind imagining how to make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

“You were amazing out there,” my lips trembled. “You’re so amazing.”

She crept closer, her mouth inches from mine, her warm breath tickled with rum now sending slight spasms in my trousers.

“You’re pretty cute yourself honey,” she grinned throwing back a shot of vodka and poured me one “Here, take a shot.”

I downed it, delicious warmth filling me with hope for more. My angel moved closer, stretching her wings around me. “Oh make love to me, Bill. I’m desperate for a man to hold me.”

As her lips rubbed over mine and gloss spread across my lips, neck, and soft stubble, our tongues melted together into a kiss more sizzling than a phal.

I slipped a hand over her tight rubbery ass. “Touch me,” she groaned, her words trembling through my soul. Although I wanted to tease my fingers over the sweet lips of her pussy, I froze. “Let me help you,” she broke away from our sultry kiss to whisper, and forced my hand into her volcanic ash.

Pre-cum rained from my tip. “Holy shit this feels so hot.” My fingers slipped in and out of her slit and my sticky fingers massaged her clit.

“That’s it baby,” she gasped, “Fuck you turn me horny.”

The longer I caressed her hot spots, the more confidence returned and I played out the fantasy just like I imaged. My cock ached in desperation for a tight hole to pound, but my fingers were the lucky ones, her juices molding into a sticky web for horny spiders to feed on.

Without a second thought, I peeled off her rubber trousers and her musky scent forced me to stand and rip off my trousers and boxers with equal pace. “Holy shit, you smell just like I’ve imagined.” I dipped inside her bubbling slit and slid out over her clit.

Biting her lip and trembling for my next move, she begged, “Stop tease me, dip your sausage in my sauce.”

I pushed her lithe tanned legs over her shoulders and pumped her deeper. Every moan echoed through my entire body, and I shivered as she slipped from my grip. “Oh baby, I’m in heaven,” she screamed. “I want your cream all over my lips.”

Her beauty stole my breath. “Want a double dose of cream over those lips.”

She smiled and pulled me closer slipping her tongue inside my mouth. “Cream these lips.”

I pulled out, pre-cum streaming down my length, tickling my balls, and rammed it in her mouth.

Blackened tears rained down her cheeks, but she gave me a look of joy as she flirted with my hypnotized gaze. Soon, fucking her mouth felt more luscious and silkier than her enticing pussy. Although her pussy sucked me in deliciously, every second of watching her suck me hurt my balls.

Her face looked blacker than the night sky, but I threw back my head and fucked her mouth faster, the urge to cum drawing faster than a bullet.

The bouncer tapped me on the shoulder pulling me out of my daydream. “Mr Roberts, she’s ready for you.

“But I thought we had already—

—I’ll make myself scarce should I?” he grinned as if reading my mind.