Thief of Baghdad  

rm_foxxychica 44F
188 posts
12/29/2005 5:21 pm

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5/8/2010 5:49 am

Thief of Baghdad

I must be undergoing some kind of hormonal 'sea-change'. I am turning into Nympho Bunny ('cousin' to the Energizer Bunny that can go 'on and on and on and on…' ) I wake up in the middle of the night … wanting… needing… to be fucked senseless. It's not as if the 'dry season' for me has been particularly long but I want it every day now… several times a day. Dang.

Woke up this morning to the vivid memory of him and me going at it like rabbits (yes, there goes that euphemism again!) in heat . My knees next to my ears (I was the star pupil in yoga class ) and him thrusting into me like a jackhammer, making me shriek at times because he's inside me... so deep. His skilful gyrations as he thrusts making sure his steel-hard shaft touches every nook and crevice of my hot, wet pussy, rubbing against all the spots that send me into a state of orgasmic oblivion. I remember lying shuddering in his arms as wave after wave of orgasmic 'aftershocks' rippled through my body for a full ten minutes after we were both spent.

He was the only who could give me such intense vaginal orgasms. I'd always thought that the best orgasms were clitoral orgasms… but he opened up a whole new world to me. We'd lie in bed for hours, just… playing with each other. Time didn't mean anything to us when we were together. He'd sometimes spend hours just lapping at my pussy as though it were made of sugar. I'd beg him to stop… because I couldn't take yet another earth-shattering orgasm from his lips and tongue on my pussy… but he would not let up, his expert tongue alternately fucking me like a small, wet dick… or diddling my clit with varying speeds and intensity. (I'm lying on my tummy on the bed as I type this, almost humping the bed at the memory… gawddd) I remember screaming and moaning, my hands clutching his head… alternately pressing his head deeper between my thighs or trying to push him away when the pleasure got too intense. He'd come up and kiss me afterwards… whilst I lay there semi-conscious from my intense multiple orgasms, his chin dripping with my juices. I'd lick all my own juices from his lips, his face then kiss him deeply, entwining his tongue around mine… tasting him, tasting me… a heady cocktail of lust and absolute pleasure.

I guess if I wanted to, I could have all that again. It's just gotten too… complicated now.

Why can't things remain 'easy' for always?


rm_erikorico69 47M
1 post
12/29/2005 6:14 pm

listo pare escaparme contigo foxxychica! I miss that too!


digdug41 49M

12/29/2005 6:55 pm

WOOOOOOW! thats a deep story got me going here,how come I cant meet a woman like you?

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49AK 55M
1823 posts
12/29/2005 7:05 pm

I love the way you wrote that...


keithcancook 60M
17785 posts
12/29/2005 8:06 pm

I'm afraid that is the way of the world. Things get complicated...


Kent641 55M/48F

12/30/2005 6:18 am

another erotic post. it excellent.


rm_rockdbed 42M
74 posts
10/31/2006 2:05 am

yeah, why can't I meet someone like u.... even I like to be on the giving end....


roleplayer_hunk 33M
26 posts
5/7/2010 9:26 am

hmm well written


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