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The List?
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Nov 15, 2008 12:02 pm
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I watched the movie "Deception" with a friend this past week. In case you haven't seen it, there's a sex angle to the film that's based around "The List". Here's how it seemed to work in the movie.
1. There's a list of phone numbers. Each number represents a person interested in no-entaglements sex.
2. When you want to get together with someone, you call the number and ask "are you free tonight?". If the answer is "yes", then you give the person a time and place to be (in the movie this was always a hotel bar).
3. The person who initiated the contact was responsible for renting the hotel room.
4. No real names were given out and no discussion about work was allowed.
Those are the only rules of the list I can recall from the movie. Anyway, my friend and I have gotten into a long discussion about whether such a "list" could actually work. I'm of the opinion that it could actually work, if the ratio of men to women was kept appropriately and new numbers didn't get added to the list without some form of screening (which I guess is the real catch here).
Anyone have an opinion on this?
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It's getting worse (or maybe it's just me)
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Aug 26, 2008 11:17 pm
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So I've been off this site for a while. Been busy with a fantastic couple and a single woman. (Lots of great sex. Not sure how long it'll last, but I'm going with it. Subject for another post.) Anyway, I decided to see who was new here, and the new profiles are about 90% obvious fakes. I don't recall it being that bad before--or did I just not notice it?
Seems like every profile name that ends in a number is an obvious fake. Why hasn't Adult FriendFinder learned to screen these out? Or do they figure that these fakes are what bring in paying customers (aka really horny single guys)? Adult FriendFinder has been around for years. Is this really how the site is going to evolve? The lowest common denominator of internet profiles? I might as well go back to MySpace, where everyone's as fake as they pretend to be.
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Mystery pictures
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Aug 3, 2006 3:23 pm
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As I browse through the profiles here, I sometimes come across profile pictures that are complete mysteries to me. What am I looking at? Is this a body part? Is it human?
They make me laugh, so I thought I'd stick a few of them up here for the rest of you to enjoy. If you can figure out what's actually pictured, let me know.
gliterprinces408 At first I thought this was an ass until I finally recognized a nipple.
latenight20061 A chocolate mystery...
44dds2006 This is like a twisted Georgia O'Keefe painting.
feelgoodandsexy I'm guessing this is a boob?
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Soaking
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Jun 27, 2006 2:07 pm
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Yeah, I know it's been a long while since I last posted. I've been busy (and yes, some of that is "busy having sex") and I don't want to just toss up a quick post that isn't well written. If I'm going to write about my sex life, there's no point in doing it half-assed.
And speaking of sexy asses, it's time I wrote about one of my more recent lovers. I'll call her Kate. She's an avid runner and has a really nice ass. She's smart and talented, with an unassuming sexiness. A woman who always seems to be wearing great clothes that are unpretentious, but hint at the fabulous body underneath. She's blond (no, not naturally) and just over 40. I'm convinced there's no way I'm going to look as good as her when I'm 40, which kinda bums me out.
She's also married. Definitely a few issues around that, but let's not get into them now.
Kate and I met when I joined a local running club. We run at about the same speed, and so we've taken to running together. At times, as we chatted during our runs, I thought maybe she was interested in something more than just a running partner, but since she sometimes mentioned her husband (and wore her wedding ring) I figured I was just reading more into her words than she really meant.
We've had a few "running dates", where I meet her at her house in the Marina district and we run around Chrissy field and the Presidio. After one of our longer runs a while back, during one of those rare short streaks of hot weather in San Francisco, she invited me into her house for a bit of water. While enjoying a glass of deliciously cold water, she asked if I'd like to relax in her japanese soaking tub. I felt embarrassed to say that I didn't really know what a japanese soaking tub was. (I do now, of course, and I've included a picture of one with this blog post.)
So Kate led me to her (very large) bathroom and showed me her tub. I loved how deep it was and couldn't resist trying it. So Kate started it filling as she got me a towel. While she was off fetching my towel, I stripped off my sweaty running clothes. I heard the house phone ring as I started making my way into the tub, and Kate must've gotten into a protracted conversation, since by the time she came back with my towel, the tub was nearly full and I was leaning back enjoying the hot water.
She saw my running clothes on the floor and picked them up, saying she was going to put them in the wash for me, since it would be too gross to put them back on the way they were. I agreed with a single moan that somehow conveyed "that sounds great, thanks, and I'll just sit here and enjoy the soothing heat." A japanese soaking tub is kind of like a hot tub without jets. Just quiet relaxation in hot water.
Next thing I know, Kate's back and wearing just a large towel. "Do you mind if I join you?" she asked. "Of course not," I replied. I couldn't help but watch as she took the towel from her body and set it near the tub. Kate's pretty thin, and with all the running she does (much more than me), I was always a bit amazed that she could have such a significant chest. I suspected a bit of surgical enhancement, and after seeing her naked as she climbed into the tub, I was just about certain that I was right. Not that I really cared, since they looked pretty great.
Kate sat across from me and we closed our eyes and enjoyed the heat as it loosened our tired muscles. I asked her how she got the idea of putting a soaking tub in her house. She replied that she's always liked bath and massage spas and thought that having a private one would be nice. "I've even taken courses in a couple of types of massage," she said. "Would you like one?" How could I refuse?
We stepped out of the soaking tub and wrapped towels around ourselves. Kate he led me to the bedroom, grabbing some extra towels from a closet along the way. She apologized for not have a real massage table, but spread a couple of large, soft towels on the bed. I lay down on my stomach, and she covered my lower body with a dry towel. After rubbing some light oil on her hands, she began to massage my back. She was really good. Firm enough to rub a lot of the tension out of my muscles, but not so hard that it hurt (like deep tissue massage does).
She worked her way down to my lower back, her hands almost on my ass cheeks. She then spread my towel from my shoulders down to my thighs. Working from my feet upwards, she massaged my legs, which felt wonderful after having run so far earlier that day. Eventually Kate was making long strokes that went from the backs of my knees up to my ass, with each stroke moving closer to my inner thighs. Soon her upward strokes were reaching under the towel, coming up to my ass cheeks and then down through my inner thighs. Normally in getting a massage there an understood boundary designated by the towel, but I was so relaxed, and her touch so nice, that I didn't really care about that boundary being crossed.
Then she reversed the direction of her rubbing, with each stroke coming up between my thighs, her thumbs trailing along my outer pussy lips. I was a bit conflicted about what to do. Was this too sexual? Should I let her continue, or stop her? I felt so relaxed, and her hands so were so gently arousing me that I decided to just let her continue.
She kept rubbing slowly and expertly. Soon her thumbs were grazing my clit, and I thought that on the next coming stroke she might try to enter me. But she didn't. Her hands kept teasing, coming around on every long stroke. It was starting to drive me nuts.
I quickly rolled over onto my back. She was naked (I have no idea when she lost her towel) on her knees straddling my legs. I reached my arm up for her and when she reached out to meet it I grabbed her arm and pulled her down onto the bed, rolling over at the same time so that she ended up underneath me.
My legs straddled her thigh, my left arm still held hers, and I reached my right hand down between her legs, cupping her vagina. I could feel her arousal, slick between my fingers. Our eyes met, and we paused for a moment, staring at each other, our hearts racing. Her expression was a mixture of apprehension and expectation. She was desperation and exhilaration intertwined. It was a one of those intense moments where time seemed to stand still.
As I moved down to kiss her, I plunged two fingers into her wetness and curled them up to find her sweet spot while my thumb searched for her clit. I ground my clit against her thigh as my hand worked to pleasure her. Her body seemed to welcome me into her and she reached her free arm up over my back. I pushed my body against hers, setting a rhythm as I ground into her thigh, my fingers probing and stroking inside her. I could feel her body shudder when I found her G-spot with my fingers. With her lips next to my ear she whispered, "Oh God, yes." Now I had her in my hands, literally. "Oh God, don't stop," she pleaded, "please don't stop." And I didn't. Her body spasmed underneath me and I could feel her contractions around my fingers as her orgasm swept over her.
Arousing as it was, I hadn't quite reached my own peak before Kate did, so when her orgasm subsided, I repositioned myself so that I was straddling her face. I spread my lips to meet her tongue as her hands grabbed my ass cheeks. She buried her face in my pussy, sucking and licking my clit. As I started to orgasm, she continued to suck my clit rhythmically, sending extra waves through me as I came.
As my orgasm subsided, I moved back down over Kate, kissing her mouth, then her neck, then her breasts. (Yes, they are implants, and nice ones too.) I pinched her nipples with my fingers as I kissed down her stomach (which nearly has a six-pack, this woman works out so much), making my way between her legs. She parted them for me and I lowered my mouth to her clit, licking around it slowly and occasionally teasing it directly. "Oh yes. Please," she whispered.
I started working on her clit in ernest now, sucking gently and working it around with my tongue. Her body shook with jolts of pleasure as every time I changed my stimulation of her clit slightly. As I could feel her orgasm building, I slid two fingers inside her, searching for her G-spot again. When I found it, it was as if I had released a southern baptist. "Oh God, Oh God," she moaned. Finally, with a loud "Yes!", she came. Her body clenched tightly, with her nearly sitting upright, her hands grasping the back of my head and her pussy clamping on my fingers. (All those sit ups she's done have given her pretty strong Kegel muscles, I must say.)
When her orgasm faded, she remained sitting up, and I moved myself up to kiss her. As we kissed, I let her push me onto my back. She lowered her body onto mine and kissed my neck. She teased my nipples with her tongue while her hand slowly rubbed my clit. Soon her head was between my legs and her lips, tongue, and fingers were probing and rubbing me into a very happy state. Her tongue lapped at my clit as her fingers slid inside me. My hips began to involuntarily move to the rhythm of her hand as it slid in and out. She brought me to a fantastic orgasm, sucking my clit hard as I came.
As my body relaxed again, Kate moved up and lay beside me, a leg and arm over me. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this" she said. I guess I really did know, if I think back to all the times we were running together.
"Yeah, me too, I guess," I responded. "But honestly, I'm conflicted about your being married and all."
"Oh yeah, that," she answered. "It's okay. He knows I have a thing for sexy women."
But is it really okay? Does he really accept this and not feel threatened? Does he even really know? It's not like I've talked with him about it. Or even met him. But this is a subject for a different blog entry.
Anyway, as we left the bedroom wrapped in towels, we put my clothes into her dryer and went to the kitchen, where we had a small snack and talked a bit while enjoying the view. When the dryer buzzed, we went to fetch my clothes. I put on my sports bra and shirt, and as I was about to step into my underwear, Kate dropped to her knees in front of me. "Let me," she said, as she moved her mouth to my pussy. I balanced myself against her dryer as she began licking my clit. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I welcomed her fingers inside me again. Thankfully the dryer held me up well, as my legs started to buckle as I came.
Kate wiped me clean with the towel I had shed, and helped me into my panties and shorts. She walked me to her door, kissed me, and said, "I hope you want to go running again with me soon."
"Definitely," I said. And we have. But that's for another blog entry.
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Quick Responses I'd like to see
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May 11, 2006 9:17 am
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I get hundreds of messages in my Adult FriendFinder mailbox. I try to respond to them all, and having the "quick response" pull-down options really helps me do this.
While there are a lot of options for a quick response, there often isn't one for just what I'd like to say. Here are some quick responses I'd like to have:
I already told you I don't want a picture of your cock.
You may think that cock looks great, but it looks deformed to me and I don't want to go anywhere near it.
You obviously didn't read my profile and are just emailing every woman on Adult FriendFinder.
Please find someone else to cheat on your spouse with.
You'll get a lot more dates if you learn to type all of the letters in a word and use complete, grammatically correct sentences.
A threesome is not you fucking me while your wife watches.
Your one-line email has revealed all that I need to know about you: you're an idiot.
Maybe I'll get lucky and some of the above will be added to the "quick response" options.
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A local "meet & greet"?
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May 3, 2006 10:45 am
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I'd really like to find a "meet & greet" in San Francisco. Something casual, where couples and singles can have a few drinks and just mingle. Does something like this exist? If not, how can we make one happen?
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A million dollars?
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Apr 27, 2006 4:59 pm
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I just recieved an email on Adult FriendFinder. Here it is in its entirety:
"i will pay 1 million dollar to be with you.let me know if you are interested"
Think a guy with bad grammar and punctuation has an extra million dollars to spare?
I recommended that he use his extra money on English courses or perhaps charm school.
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Play with me
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Apr 26, 2006 4:44 pm
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I thought I posted this yesterday, but maybe it didn't go through. Or maybe Adult FriendFinder doesn't like if I say I found something nice online. Whatever. I'll try again.
The story is that ran into a cute girl wearing a supercool shirt that basically said "Play With Me". I've included a picture of it on the left. I asked her where she found it and she told be it was a T-shirt site called Strova. So I Googled for it and there it was. Unfortunately, I didn't get her phone number. I don't think she was interested in my that way...
Anyway, can't wait for mine to arrive. Maybe you'll see me wearing it at a "meet and greet"!
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Play With Me
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Apr 25, 2006 5:25 pm
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I went to a couple of films at the San Francisco International Film Festival this past weekend and saw a girl with the coolest T-shirt. I put the design up as an image on the left. I asked her where she got it and she said strova.com had it. Sure enough, there it is, along with some other fun designs.
I can't wait for mine to arrive. Maybe you'll see me wearing it at a "meet and greet"!
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Rick and the "feeldoe"
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Apr 21, 2006 4:41 pm
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I'm still in "kiss and tell" mode, so let me tell you about a great time I had with a really sweet man last month. He's not someone from this website (although I've really been trying to get him to join). I met him kinda casually, just through friends of friends at a group dinner. We didn't really go out on dates, but kept running into each other at various events and parties where mutual friends hung out. It wasn't until we'd kinda gotten to know each other through many long conversations that either of us even contemplated getting together sexually. I guess now we're "friends with benefits", although we've only slept together a few times.
Anyway, he (let's call him Rick) offered to make me dinner at his place (a small, but nice loft in the south of market area). I won't make any claims about his cooking being great (sorry Rick, if you're reading this!) but I had a great time talking with him. He's really smart. Ridiculously smart. He seems to understand a lot about a lot (being several years older than me doesn't hurt, I guess), so it's always fun to hear his take on things.
After dinner we had drinks on his couch (he does make a very nice gin & tonic!) and talked about life, love, and of course, sex. We discussed various fantasies: I told him about how I want to be taken and used by a pair of hot lesbians, and he told me about how he wants to have an intimate relationship with an older married couple where the husband is bisexual. I could barely contain myself. I cute, smart, funny guy talking about sexual fantasies? How could I not try to kiss him? So I did.
The next thing I know we're horizontal on his couch, kissing and touching each other's faces and necks. I reached up and pulled off his shirt and helped him get my shirt and bra off. It felt so nice to feel his chest against mine. He has just enough hair to provide a nice texture (my nipples love the feeling of rubbing against him) but not so much that he looks like some animal-human hybrid.
We continued making out and pressing our bodies together until he kissed his way down to my bellybutton and started slowly opening my jeans. The anticipation was so arousing. (I actually worried for a second what he would think if he pulled down my jeans and saw that I'd completely soaked my panties.) When he finally pulled my jeans off, he was sitting up on his knees, so I reached for his belt to get his pants off too, but he gently pushed me back down on the couch. He kissed his way from my ankles to my inner thigh, and I'm sure he felt my body trembling. He gently pushed my legs apart slightly and licked around the edges of my panties (by then they were truly soaked, but I couldn't have cared less).
I felt his hands pull the front of my panties to one side and his tongue start to lick my pussy lips and gently probe towards my clit. When his tongue found it, it was like an electric shock, and I arched my back and grabbed his head. He began to lick me in earnest, alternating between sucking my clit and flicking it with his tongue. A guy who gives good head has been a bit rare in my world as of late, so I really relished the experience of Rick giving my pussy some good attention. His talents brought me to a great orgasm, the first of several that night.
After I came, he slowly kissed his way up my body until he reach my mouth. I thanked him for the great cunnilingus and gave him a well deserved smooch. As he kissed my neck, I whispered to him that I wanted to return the favor and suck his cock. He stood up off the couch, offered me his hand, and led me upstairs to the bed in his loft.
I quickly helped him out of his pants and began a slow, deliberate examination of his cock and balls while he lay on his back. Rick has a nice cock. Not too big. Not too small. A really nice shape, with a nice head and curve. It looked a lot like a few strap-on dildo's that I've seen. I licked the length of his shaft several times while fondling his balls, trying to give him the same anticipation I felt. He let out a small groan when I finally took his cock in my mouth completely.
I noticed that he had shaved from his balls to his ass, so I figured he might like some extra attention there. While I stroked his shaft with my hand, I licked and fondled his balls, slowly licking my way as far towards his ass as I could. My hand on his shaft was like a "turn on" meter. I could feel his cock throb when I did something that really aroused him. Rick's favorite seemed to by my gently rubbing a wet finger around his asshole while I licked the underside of his balls.
I could tell that if I kept stroking him like this he was going to come, and I wanted some serious intercourse, so I eventually stopped and asked him to find me a condom. He reached over to the nightstand and retrieved one, and we put it on together. Then I straddled him and guided his cock into me. I rode him for quite a while, positioning his cock to hit my G-spot and griding my clit against him. I came twice, and both times, after my vision came back, I saw that Rick was smiling at me. I think he really liked watching me come on him.
We changed position several times, going from variants of missionary all the way to doggie style. I know I came a few more times, but I can't remember just how many. Eventually Rick was fucking me from behind really hard, his hands gripping my ass and hips, pulling me into his thrusts. "Fuck me", I rasped. "Fuck me hard." That really set him off, and seconds later he was groaning as orgasm overtook him.
We lay together on the bed afterwards, joking about how we had wanted to fuck each other for a quite a while, but hadn't really been sure about whether the other person was going to be good. It was nice to just be with someone who had a great sense of humor about sex.
I could tell Rick was getting horny again, as his caresses moved from my back and neck towards my breasts. While his fingers circled my nipples and gently pinched them, I reached down to feel his growing cock. "Have you ever fucked a guy?", he asked. "Like with a strap-on?", I replied. "Yeah", he answered. I had to admit that I'd never really thought about it. "Want to fuck me?", he asked, with a raised eyebrow. Now here was a guy without a lot of hangups.
He dug around under the bed and pulled out a blue double-ended thing that he told me was called a "feeldoe". (I've since Googled it and learned more about it, and I'll try to include a picture of it in this post.) I giggled at it, holding it in my hands and trying to figure out just how it was going to work. He explained that I should put the short, bulbous end inside my pussy and then it would work like a harness-free strap-on. I was a bit skeptical about it staying put. Yet, once I put it in there, it really did seem to stay. It definitely helped to keep my legs together, though. There's even a little vibrator in it near where my clit touches the dildo. That felt very nice.
I like the sensation of having a cock sometimes. Without a harness, the sensation was a bit more pure, although my worries about my end falling out remained. "Lube?", I asked. Rick reached over to the bedside table and handed me a bottle. "Okay", I said, lubing my new blue cock, "assume the position."
With Rick on his hands and knees, a poured lube on his asshole and worked my fingers around to get him a bit loosened up. Then I very, very slowly pushed my blue cock into him. I had to remind myself to keep my legs together, but that wasn't hard, since it gave me more control and made the vibrating dildo feel better against my clit. Rick grunted as I pushed into him. I tried to be really careful, since asses are sensitive and I didn't feel like I had to much feedback from the feeldoe itself with regards to how hard I should push. Eventually I had it a little over halfway into his ass and he said he was fine.
Once I knew he was okay, I relaxed a bit and enjoyed the sensation of the feeldoe inside me and the "mindfuck" of being the penetrator. I've fucked plenty of girls with dildos before, but fucking a guy was new to me, and the thrill of pumping a cute guy in his ass (and it was an exceptionally cute ass) was incredibly arousing. It wasn't long before I had a pretty good orgasm doing it.
When my orgasm subsided, I asked Rick, "can you come like this?" His answer was that some guys might, but that doggie style didn't push against his prostate in the right way. So I pulled out and he lay down on his back. I grabbed a couple of pillows and put them under his butt. A bit more lube, and I was ready to fuck him again. This time I pushed in slowly and asked him to tell me when the feeldoe was hitting him the way he liked. It didn't require as deep a penetration as I had expected, which allowed me a bit more flexibility in terms of the angle of attack. Soon we'd found a good rhythm and we were grunting and groaning together.
When I fuck a girl missionary style with a strap-on, I sometimes like to watch her breasts bounce with the rhythm of my thrusts. But fucking a guy means watching his cock and balls move. A totally different experience, let me tell you. And I loved it. Eventually I couldn't resist and lubed his cock and balls so I could stroke them while I fucked him. Rick loved it. "Yeah", he gasped, "fuck me. Make me come." I was happy to oblige.
I started slowly, stroking in time to my slow thrusts. After a while, my hand was sliding up and down his cock faster than I could thrust, but it made no difference. I was really getting off on watching Rick get close to orgasm, and as I could tell his explosion was imminent, I reached down with my other hand to my clit and rubbed furiously. He shot his load straight up and it mixed with the lube as I continued to stroke him. I came seconds later.
I pulled out and collapsed on my back next to him. We were exhausted but happy. I told him I thought every woman should fuck a guy like this once in their lives. He laughed and answered "only once?".
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My first post - Maria
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Apr 19, 2006 12:51 pm
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I used to think I wasn't the "kiss and tell" type, but I've certainly had some great experiences that I'd love to share. I'll change the names to protect the wicked and kinky (unless they really want me to identify them).
So let me start things off with an experience I had a few months ago. I first met Maria when I was out at a bar with my friend Sarah and her new boyfriend. The three of us were sitting at a table, and throughout the conversation I couldn't stop eyeing Maria, who was sitting at the bar. Maria was older, probably early 40's, and had a mature presence. Her skin was a wonderful, smooth, brown, which I later learned was the result of her spanish, greek, and brazilian parents. She had a smattering of gray in her close-cropped hair, which to me just added to her matriarchal presence. She was wearing a somewhat tight, but not fancy white tanktop and jeans, with a pair of low but stylish black boots. All in all, she looked pretty butch, which isn't really my type, but Maria had something that captivated me.
My friends eventually noticed that I was talking to them, but looking at Maria, and when I explained that I thought the older, somewhat butch woman at the bar seemed really interesting, they thought I was joking. "No, really", I said. "There's really something about her that does it for me." Sarah said that she'd talked with her a few times and that she'd introduce me. Before I could raise any real objection, she and her boyfriend were marching me to the bar. As he ordered drinks, Sarah introduced me to Maria. I was really nervous, and kinda embarrassed, hoping like crazy it didn't show.
Long story short, I exchanged phone numbers with Maria and we set up a date. We met for drinks at a small but warmly lit bar in the south of Market area. She and I talked for what seemed like hours about our families and jobs. The details escape me now. I only recall being really fascinated by her background and her incredible skin. Sometime past midnight, and at least three gins and tonics, she asked me, "What would you like to do now?" "I was hoping you'd take me home", I answered, adding "to your house" a second later. Maria just smiled, slowly stood up, and calmly led me out of the bar by the hand.
Her apartment wasn't big, but it had nice artwork. She led me into her bedroom, which had a large closet near one side of the bed that had sliding doors that were floor-to-ceiling mirrors. She pulled me to her and kissed me. She held me firmly in her arms and I melted into her. She took off my clothes slowly and deliberately, kissing the newly exposed skin, cupping by breasts in her hands, running her fingers up my inner thigh.
Maria gave me a gentle push backwards onto the bed. As she removed her own clothes, I marveled at her figure and perfect skin. Her breasts were natural, large, and full, with inviting dark brown aureoles. When she climbed on the bed and lay down upon me, I felt a rush in finally getting to feel her smooth skin against mine. It was fantastic. I don't know what she did as far as skin treatments go, but whatever it was, it sure worked. Everything I touched; breasts, arms, ass, legs, it was all such smooth and firm skin.
We kissed deeply and explored each other's bodies. I kissed her neck as her hand found it's way between my legs. She teased me slowly with her fingers before finally parting my lips and rubbing my clit. Her expert touch had me panting in no time. I looked up at her and saw her perched above me, one arm fully extended to hold her upper body weight, the other working between my legs with an increasing rhythm. She reached for my elbow and held it down, preventing me from reaching up for her. I could tell she liked watching me as I got closer to climax, and it aroused me more to see her smile, her body moving with mine, her breasts hanging like ripe fruit. I came quickly.
Maria waited until my vision had returned (it was a really good orgasm) before getting on her needs and straddling my head, presenting me with her pussy. It, like the rest of her body, had beautiful brown skin on the outer lips, and a savored the opportunity to touch and taste it. Soon my face was buried between her legs, my tongue working circles around her clit and occasionally probing into her. She ran her fingers through my hair and watched me as I sucked and licked her. I felt her legs shudder and saw her breasts bounce as she orgasmed.
"I think I'm ready to fuck you now", she said as she climbed off of me. "Please do", I responded. She hopped off the bed and dug through her dresser until she found a double-ended dildo (she told me later it was called a "Nexus" ) and a harness. I'd used strap-ons before, but not one of the double-ended ones. Before I knew it, Maria was back on the bed, lubing her black and white marbled dick on her knees in front of my spread legs.
She eased herself over me, one hand holding herself up, the other guiding her cock into me. I welcomed it inside and with a few slow thrusts, she had it in up to the hilt. She lowered herself onto me and kissed me as she slowly moved her cock in and out of me. I wrapped my arms around her and moaned into her neck. It was bliss.
Maria was no slouch with her strap-on. She moved expertly, thrusting slowly but forcefully, and with a little extra "oomph" at the end to ensure that my clit got some extra attention. Before long I was panting and moaning, headed for another climax. Maria grabbed my wrists and held them above my head, her arms now holding her torso just high enough above mine that I could feel her nipples as they grazed my skin. She looked down at me with a focused intensity and started thrusting harder. As I rapidly approached my orgasm, I realized a key aspect of Maria's sexual arousal: she likes to watch. As she watched the waves of my orgasm take me, I could feel her going over the top as well. She groaned and her body shook, drips of sweat landing on me, her eyes never leaving my face.
She put her breasts to my mouth and I hungrily licked her sweat off them both. When I was done she pulled out and told me to get on my hands and knees. I certainly wasn't going to object--Maria was certainly treating me right with her strap-on. When I got to the position, I was facing the headboard. This was not what Maria had in mind, so she turned me until I was facing the mirrored closet doors. Maria wanted to watch.
She plunged her cock into my waiting wetness and went to work. I saw that she was watching me in the mirror and I watched her too. I watched as a beautiful older woman fucked me, her breasts bouncing slightly as she thrust into me, her hands firmly pulling my hips into hers. I watched my own body swaying to the rhythm she dictated. I felt myself let go to her desires and the pleasures they were giving both of us.
At one point I let me head drop down (who keeps they're head up all the time during doggy style?), and Maria grabbed my hair and pulled it back up. She wanted to see my face as she fucked me. When she let go of my hair I settled for a compromise by dropping my shoulders to the bed, grabbing the comforter with my arms and resting my chin on it so that my face was visible. Maria kept thrusting, changing the pace sometimes, keeping me just a hair's breath away from orgasm. It was simultaneously frustrating and fantastic.
As she continued to fuck me from behind, she took a lubed finger (or was it a thumb?) and slowly pressed it into my ass. The extra stimulation (I like anal stimulation when I'm already ridiculously aroused) was incredible. It must have shown on my face, since it seemed to entice Maria to thrust harder and work more seriously with her finger.
Just as I was close to cumming, she pulled her finger and cock out of me. She grabbed my ankles and pulled them back, plopping me down on my stomach. She pushed my legs together and straddled them as she added lube to her cock. "Oh God", I thought. "Is she really going to do this to me?" I've had anal sex before, including with some small toys, but never with a strap-on. Everything Maria had done so far indicated she was an experienced and talented lover, so I figured I'd trust her to not hurt me.
She pushed ever so slowly into me, adding extra lube and massaging my ass cheeks as she held them apart. I could she her smile as she watched the expression on my face: alternating tension and pleasure, with pleasure eventually taking over. She moved her hands to my hips and pushed down as she pulled me onto her cock. She was truly an expert; instead of just thrusting into my ass, she moved my body towards her, my clit rubbing against the bedsheets beneath me. Before I knew what I was doing, I was pushing myself to the her rhythm, her cock in my ass and my clit rubbing the bed. I watched as she fucked me, her sweat running down her chest, her body swaying to the rhythm. I watched her watch me as my face contorted with pleasure. I watched her fucking become more fierce and concentrated as I groaned louder and my face betrayed an oncoming orgasm. I watched her come hard, her whole body shaking, and it set me off on my own climax.
She pulled out of me and took off her strap-on. As she lay down on her back, I slid over to her and lay down with my head on her chest. She stroked my hair as we enjoyed the afterglow. My afterglow still hadn't faded by the time I went home the next morning. In fact, it seemed like it lasted for days.
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