[I was at a local swingers club, determined to put my fantasies about being with a man to the test. My friend Ginger had gone to get drinks for us after showing me the pack of men waiting, undressed, for us in the back room. As I waited for her, I continued dreaming about what the experience might be like. To get a better sense, read the previous instalment. ]
Intimate Sandwich
I was sandwiched between my two men, devouring the one while the other pressed his shaft against my bottom and along the intimate canal in the center… “Mmmmnnnhh…” I focused on the sensation of that thick pole between my cheeks, trying to visualize it moving up and down, the head emerging at the top and then disappearing again… it only made me slobber and swallow Jim’s erection with greater zeal and passion…
All this sexual energy had me so hard and anxious in the front and yet utterly virginal and nervous in the back.
I wanted to be taken as a woman, and my heart was racing and I was praying to just come and have relief from the overwhelming erotic pleasure and confusion that I wasn’t sure I could stand much longer.
But there was no relief…
Are You Ready?
Jim soon guided me down towards the bed, sitting on one end with my head in his lap. I was almost in the fetal position, lying on my right side, with my left hand wrapped around his shaft, which was resting against my cheek. “Are you ready?” he whispered to me, as I felt Alex climb slowly between my legs, gently opening my knees, then straightening my left leg and placing the heel on his shoulder.
My heartbeat quickened still.
I swallowed and a barely audible “uh-huh” emerged.
It was almost a whimper, but it was done…
I’d given myself to them…
I wasn’t really sure, and much too confused to know anything, but I had been thinking about it for so long and no matter the guilt or reservations or resolutions in the past to stop, the thoughts always came back, and always made me so excited…
And these were the right guys… (I made them up myself!)
Take Me, I’m Yours
Jim caressed my neck and touched my hair as Alex started in. I felt the cold of lots of slippery gel around my opening. My right leg, slightly bent, was still on the bed, my left leg was pointing straight up to the ceiling, my black stiletto resting on Alex’s strong, tanned shoulder, my entry wide open and accessible.
He slowly pushed forward, and they both scrutinized my face for any discomfort. I was worried about the pain myself, but I was soothed so much by Jim’s attention and so utterly turned on as I thought of beautiful Alex entering me that my body welcomed him easily.
I could feel the cool sensation of his cock in a cocoon of cold lube inside me. He moved slowly at first, in and out, and I held onto Jim for dear life.
Defiantly Plundered
It took a few minutes, but once I got used to the sensation, I got my sexual moxy back. Alex, being the wonderful lover he is, was perfectly in tune with my body and sensed my increasing comfort, followed quickly by enthusiasm. He started to thrust harder and sharper, watching my response… “Oh, c’mon baby!” I implored. He rammed forcefully into me, again, and again, shaking my whole body each time… I stroked Jim to Alex’s beat, looking Alex defiantly in the eye as he split me in two…
Mercifully, finally, I’m a woman!
“Oooooohhhh! FUCK ME!!” I screamed, urgently.
“Are you insane?” Ginger scolded me as she returned with our drinks.
Reality Check
“Did I say that out loud?” I responded, bewildered, and flushed. I crossed my legs to disguise the unnatural line of my skirt. “I was thinking about how it could be, should be.”
“Y’mean the first time, Virgin Mary?”
“This better have vodka in it, babe!”
“Oh don’t worry, you’re the only virgin at this table,” she chortled.
“Not in my dreams, hon. Not in my dreams.” I smiled.
Is this picture hunting you as much as it is hunting me these days?
Yesterday I brought you Cuteness overload and today it’s hotness overload time because let’s face it:
A reason (to be exact reason No. 4) we are excited he will finally turn 18 in 3 days is that he is superdamn hot! And to prove that point we’ll just drool analyze some pictures…
Follow the cut and see some hot Taylor pics
So we'll start this post with: The Taylor Lautner moodtheme!!
Him lifting weights. But the expression on his face is killing me
Doing whatever he's doing... Only thing I notice is flexing muscles
There's something wrong about his picture. He looks like a ballerina
It's not porn as long as it's just black and white. But this exception proves the rule
Taylor, Taylor, Taylor... always working out
And some goodies for the Big Daddy Lautner Fans
I see nipples!! *giggles like a schoolgirl*
Taycob in the rain... Always good
And what would a hotness discussion be without the heat?
Physical activities make him sweat... which makes me sweat (ifyouknowwhatimsayinandimsureyoudo)
You may be taller dude but all that matters is the size of what you have in your pants...
because I can simply not resist suit-Taylor
Wanna join?
Hmmmm… only 3 days to go!!
Bleriana
Been here yet?
LTR ; LTT ; RAoR ; Rmw
This is Kat Eden from bodyincredible.com (author of the get Carrie Underwood’s legs post from while back). I don’t even know what to say about this. I’m pretty sure that she has extra thigh muscles that God just didn’t give to me. And I can’t for the life of me figure out what I did to deserve such punishment. But at least she has a pretty lame tattoo. Skinny bitch.
I was in that dark box for what seemed like days. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I was badly bruised and in pain from literally being throw violently against the ceiling and the floor as Miranda ran to her car. In her stride I was hurled to the ceiling, and then I would crash back to the floor when her foot connected with the ground. I don’t remember how many times this happened. I think I lost consciousness about the third time I struck the ceiling. All I remember is waking up on the floor, in the dark. My face was crusted with blood, apparently from my nose being busted as I was tossed about. I remember feeling all over, trying to determine if I had any broken bones. I hurt so bad, I couldn’t even tell at the time. I was a mess, but the worst part was the fear; the fear of not knowing where I was or where she was taking me, and the fear of not knowing exactly what she was planning on doing with me.
I tried standing on the bed from time to time, to try and see what was going on through the air holes in the ceiling. I could see that I was in a car, and that Miranda was driving. She was singing along to some pop song on the radio. Occasionally she would look down at me, and I would quickly fall to the bed for fear that she would see me watching her.
By the time the car finally stopped, it was night. We had been driving all day. All I could think of is that I could be hundreds of miles from my home, from Irene, and from any hope of me being returned to normal. I was so close, and now that hope was being torn away from me. The reality that I had been kidnapped, and not only that I may not get restored to my original size, but that there was a big possibility that I wouldn’t even survive this, was beginning to settle in my mind. I think I started to lose it at that point. Then suddenly, the box shifted, and I was thrown to the floor. She had picked up the box, and we were moving.
I was determined this time to not get thrown about in my little prison as Miranda walked to where ever it was that she was taking me. I held onto the bed for dear life, but surprisingly, this trip was much smoother than the first time she had carried me. She was walking this time, and the box was swaying up and down, but not violently. It was like being on an amusement park ride. After a couple of seconds, I relaxed, and focused on trying to listen to any clues as to where we were. Miranda was quiet and I didn’t hear any other voices. Then suddenly we stopped, and I heard the sound of a key being slide into a lock, and door opening. A couple of seconds later, the box was sat down of some sort of hard surface. I just crouched on the floor, waiting, and trembling uncontrollably.
As I huddled in the corner of my box, the shafts of light coming from the air holes in the ceiling were suddenly snuffed out, and the lid began to slide off. I looked up, and made eye contact with my captor. I took a deep breath, and reassured myself that she had a motive for kidnapping me, it was probably money, and that she could be reasoned with. I was terribly wrong.
“Miranda, I don’t know why you did this, but whatever your reason, we can work…”
“You’re bloody! How did that happen?” Miranda said, cutting me off in mid-sentence.
Before I could answer, she reached in to the box and scooped me up in her hand. I groaned in pain. I was not used to being handled so ruffly. I remember begging her through my groans, “please, be careful,” as she rolled me about in her hand.
“Wow, you’re amazing. You’re so small, but you’re a grown man.”
“Yes, I am, and I have people who love me, and are going to be worried about me.” I said, trying to solicit some compassion.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“It’s a little late for that. I think I have broken…”
“I need to clean this blood off you.” She said, cutting me off again, and then proceeded to wisp me off to the bathroom.
As she carried me through the rustic looking room, to a an unfinished wooden staircase, I realized that the place she had taken me too was not a apartment or a house, but unmistakably a cabin. All I could think is, “my God, we’re probably in the middle of fucking nowhere. I’m dead for sure.” It was a grim thought, but this was turning out to be a very grim situation.
When we got to the top of the staircase, she opened the first door we came to. She held me cupped in her left hand and against her chest. I reluctantly grabbed onto her thumb and pulled myself up, to see what was going on. It was a rustic, but beautify designed bathroom. There was a walk in shower, a large jacuzzi tub, and a very creepy stuffed raccoon on a shelf near the sink.
Miranda crouched down, and turned on the water to draw a bath. The water began gushing out, filling the tub, and I was struck with terror. Getting dropped in that would be like getting dropped in class 6 rapids. I would drown for sure. I looked up at Miranda as she was arranging some candles around the tub. I started pleading with her not to put me in the tub, but she couldn’t hear me for the water. Finally, when the water stopped, I resumed my pleas for mercy. She looked down at me and grinned.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to put you in there all by yourself. I need a bath too.”
She then raised up, laid her hand down on the vanity, and I stepped off and collapsed onto the smooth glass surface. Miranda then opened the medicine cabinet, and retrieved a small Bic lighter. She lit the candles that she had arranged around the rim of the bathtub like we were about to have some kind of romantic encounter. She then began to slowly remove her clothes. If it weren’t for the utter terror, helplessness, and physical pain, I would have probably found this very arousing. She was a very beautiful girl. Her body was very toned, and just slightly tanned. Her hair was auburn, like the sunset before an impending storm, and slightly more straight than curled. Her hair was long, but just enough to completely drape her shoulders. Her breasts were small, but well formed. She was outstanding to look at, but unfortunately for me, I was completely at her mercy.
“Ok, it’s ready. Now let’s get cleaned up.” She said, as she stepped towards me.
It was pointless to try and resist her. There was nothing I could do. She was thousands of times my strength. I knew it and she knew it. The only hope I had was to try and reason with her again. I had to make her understand just how fragile I was. It was the only chance I had at staying alive. So, I struggled back to my feet, and in the loudest voice I could muster, said:
“Wait! Please! I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just please, all I ask is that you be gentle with me! I think I’m hurt pretty bad!
Miranda paused for a second, and then crouched down close to me. I thought that I had finally gotten through to her.
“But I didn’t hurt you. You’re my friend. I know that they sent you to me, for me to take care of you.”
“They sent me to you? Who sent me to you? What are you taking about? I replied, sincerely puzzled.
“You know, the fairies.”
I looked deep into her big hazel eyes, to try and tell if she was serious, or if she was just messing with me. She stared back at me, in complete sincerity. That’s when I thought, “Oh my god. She’s a crazy person. I’ve been kidnapped by a fucking crazy person.”
Miranda smiled at me, and stood up to her full height right next to me. I lost my balance looking up at the towering naked figure in front of me, and stumbled backwards, landing on my bottom. Her enormous hand then reached out for me. I quickly got back on me feet, and climbed into her hand before she tried to pick me up. Once in her hand, she lifted me up, close to her face.
“I know the fairies shrunk you to punish you for something. I want you to tell me what you did. And don’t lie to me. I’ll know if you lie. Miranda said, nodding her head in absolute conviction.
I started to speak, but she quickly pointed the index finger of her other hand up close to me, as if to silence me. I instantly shut my mouth, and obeyed.
“Shh, not right now. You can confess your sins to me while we bathe together.”
Miranda then stepped into the bathtub, and slowly slid into the steamy warm water. She held me in her hand until she was almost fully submerged, and then she placed me on her chest, at the waters edge.
As Miranda began to relax in the warm water, she closed her eyes for a moment. I took the opportunity to look around. When I realized that there was no way for me to escape, I started to weigh my options. It was becoming obvious that Miranda was suffering from some kind of mental disorder and was delusional. My original plan of trying to reason with her wasn’t going to fly. I figured my best bet was to play along with her delusion, and hopefully sway it in my favor. There had to be a phone or a computer or something in this place that I could use to contact Irene. And even if there wasn’t, I knew my angel would be looking for me. She would go to the ends of the earth to find me, and all I had to do was hold out long enough for her to get to me. But that was going to be much harder that I had anticipated.
I downloaded this mix and never really got around to listening to it yet.
Today felt like a slow jammy kinda mood.
I’ve listened to more than half way at this point and it’s chill.
Download mix here!
Tracklist:
Build An Ark – Morning glory (Prod. Carlos Nino)
Common – Heaven Somewhere (Prod. Questlove)
Leon Ware – Rocking You Eternally (Prod. Leon Ware)
Alice russell – Let us Be Loving (Prod. The Clonious)
Muhsinah – Lose My Fuse (Prod. Flying Lotus)
Quadron – Day (Prod. Robin Hannibal)
Erykah Badu – Kiss Me On My Neck (Prod. J Dilla)
Beatnik – Verocai Reconstruction (Prod. Beatnik)
Gonjasufi – Ancestors (Prod. Flying Lotus)
Bibio – Palm of The Wave (Bibio Remix)
Nacho patrol – Sword Of The lambda (Prod.Legowelt)
The Underwolves – Under Your sky (Prod. Spacek)
Goapele – 1St Love (Prod. Spacek)
Shafiq Husayn – Le Star* (Prod. Shafiq Husayn)
Bei Bei & Shawn Lee – Make me stronger (Prod. Floating Points)
Fall In Love – (Prod. J Dilla/Dwele)
Gecker Turner ft Eska – Monosabio Blues (Prod. Robin Hannibal)
Erykah Badu – Soldier (Prod. knowledge)
D’Angelo – Africa (Prod. Questlove)
Spacek ft Mpho Skeef – La Bougie (Prod. D Bridge)
Omar – In The Morning (Prod.Omar)
Basement jaxx ft Jose james – Where R We now (Prod. Basement Jaxx)
Lone – The Twilight Switch (Prod. Lone)
The Flaming Lips – The Impulse (Prod. The Flaming Lips)
Owusu & Hannibal – Caroline No (Prod. Robin Hannibal)
Mike Slott – The Now (Prod. Mike Slott)
Michael Olatuja Ft Eska Mtungwazi – Altar Call (Prod. Michael Olatuja)
Hudson Mohawke – Fuse (Prod. Hudson Mohawke)
Jose James – Blackmagic (Prod. Untold)
Erykah Badu – Didn’t Cha Know (Prod. Biscope Boot)
