Nice girls get laid at least once a month, maybe once a year Good girls get laid every day and sometimes more. Nice girls get married because they want someone to take care of her and have lots of Good girls get married because she'll need the name change. Nice girls get dates through family and friends. Good girls get dates without effort and have the clothes that make it no effort at all. Nice girls don't go to bars. Good girls go to bars. She drinks until closing and picks up men for a tumble and dry. Nice girls get dumped because he has found someone better. Good girls get dumped because she broke his nose in a fight. Nice girls think men should be treated like the gods they think they are. Good girls think men are good for sex and cutting the lawn. Nice girls apologize when they make their boyfriends angry and tells him how much smarter he is than her. Good girls think he'll get over it but if he doesn't, she can just hike her skirt up a little more and get another date. Nice girls think men are wonderful. Good Girls think men are wonderful only when bringing stuff and are useful for sex, but that's it. Nice girls hear the "I really like you, so let's be friends" comment after they read more into a situation than he ever intended; Good girls hear the "That was great, can I see you again?" comment after they lead him into a situation more than he expected. Nice girls return home alone. Good girls don't. Nice girls you can take home to mom, Good girls you sneak in through the bedroom window. Nice girls have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were never real to begin with. Good girls let them think they are being led on. Nice girls have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not looking to be tied down; Good girls just like to be tied up. Nice girls have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. Good girls have been in love and know they don't miss it. Nice girls have watched other girls have more fun time and time again Good girls like to watch! Nice girls are comfortable in sweats and combat boots, Good girls are comfortable in thigh highs and high heels Nice girls don't put out on the first date, Good girls put out at the first glance. Nice girls become friends and nothing more Good girls have friends with benefits. Nice Girls believe the only respectable option is to "Get a Man" Good Girls are women who follow their own path and do not worry much about who she pleases and who she doesn't please. Nice girls want men to protect and provide for them. Good girls want men to give them stuff. So which girl are you? Oh yeah, A good girl swallows.

My Ideal Person You tell me if you are a good girl or a nice girl, then we'll take it from there.

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
"Just a minute more; I'm nearly done now, that's
good, the light's just perfect, okay, beautiful,
I think that's it, you've been great, relax a minute
while I put this stuff away. I'm just going to check
that we've got all the poses covered before you get
dressed." <br><br> I watched as you
relaxed out of the difficult position, slumping face forward slightly into my mattress. Reluctantly
I packed the sketchbook and pencils away onto my cluttered
workbench thinking about how much I was going to miss you.
It was little consolation that at least I would have the
drawings and a few photographs to enjoy at my leisure. <br><br>
Finding suitable and experienced life models had become
harder for me over the last year or so, to the point of being
nearly impossible. A woman with a truly beautiful physique
who could actually take direction and hold still for any
length of time was a rare find indeed. Call me picky, but
I was an artist in search of a very particular look, you know
the finely toned, flexible woman, a woman with a body that
had definition and grace. I know that it all sounds very
clinical but that's how it started. You were just a
very beautiful body, the real life embodiment of the kind
of woman I'd imagined populating my paintings. My
ideal fantasy woman if you like. <br><br>
The enthusiastic recommendation of a trusted author friend
had led you to me. You worked as a freelance writer and enjoyably
filled her down time between projects with a little life
modeling. You’d surprised and delighted me with your knowledge
of art and your passion and enthusiasm for life when we'd
talked about your writing at our first meeting. <br><br>
To be completely honest though, the clincher for me had
been when I'd spotted a particular photograph in your
portfolio. A sexy, warm shot of you laying naked, facedown
on a bed, a classic "waiting" pose and my favorite
view of a woman. In the photograph your leg was a little bent,
your knee drawn up, raising your ass slightly. I envied
the person who took that shot and wanted to ask you about
it. But, I kept my curiosity in check and my questions to
myself. <br><br> I generally sketched quickly,
but this time I'd needed four, one and a half-hour sessions with you before I was
satisfied. Well that's not entirely true; in fact,
it's a downright lie. While I was more than happy with
the two big sketchbooks I'd filled with drawings,
detailed sensitive sketches that captured your grace
and strength, I was far from personally satisfied. In fact,
I'd never felt more unsatisfied in my whole life. To
be frank, my whole body ached with the want of you, a delicious
heavy kind of ache that centered itself way down low in my
loin. <br><br> This last evening session
was the most difficult for me, technically and emotionally. I had asked you to lay face
down, much as you had been in that photograph, on the big
bed that had become the centerpiece of my studio a year ago
when I had started my Women in Love painting series. I loved
that bed. The antique headboard was a decadent, ornate
piece, a weathered nickel plate affair that provided a
beautifully decorative background for my model. It had
been an irresistible find that had taken two men to carry
up to my studio. Occasionally when I couldn't sleep,
I'd grasp the cool metal of that headboard; my arms
outstretched above my head and let my imagination take
me all sorts of wild places. I'd think up delicious
scenes that only served to keep me awake. <br><br>
At this moment, you were the only person I could think about.
You lay with the delicious firm curve of your buttocks central
to the pose, the low light casting deep shadows, creating
sharp contrasts against the warmth of your skin. The bedding
was delightfully rumpled into a thousand complex creases
adding texture and contrast around your beautiful smooth
body. Oh, those suggestively rumpled sheets had me hot
every time I looked at them, even if they were going to be
hell to paint when the time came. They spoke in no uncertain
terms of sex; vital, vigorous, physical sex. <br><br>
Ironically, I had created a clever illusion, for the only
sex those sheets had seen recently was of the solo kind.
After the last time you had been here in my studio home, posing
on that very bed, driving me crazy with that beautiful body,
I'd had to take things in to my own hands -- literally.
With the image of her stunningly sweet face and that dangerous
body firmly in my head, I'd pulled my shorts off and
grabbed my cock, desperate to relieve the delicious ache
that had distracted me all afternoon. I lay exactly where
her body had been; turning over I had nuzzled my face down
into the sheets, my senses seeking some tiny trace of her.
<br><br> I'd laid on my belly, picturing
myself on top of you, my thick cock, thrusting deep inside you from behind. Moans
and lewd, wet sounds would fill the room. It would be one
of those long slow fucks, a maddening "keep me on the
edge" kind of fuck that would have you arching your
back begging for more, grinding your ass against my body.
You'd be crazy with desire for me, breathing hard,
holding your hips tightly, pushing hard on my cock until
you too, would be overwhelmed by the pleasure of it. <br><br>
Over and over, my fingers had rubbed at my swollen head,
imagining your creamy juice over that tiny hard bump of
flesh, pushing your ass up, offering yourself up to my pretend
lover, rubbing faster and faster until there had been no
stopping, no going back, just a rush of pure exquisite pleasure.
<br><br> Now as I stood a little way away from
the bed, drinking in your beauty, I absentmindedly wondered if you could perhaps
smell the scent of me on those sheets. <br><br>
"I'll have a look at the book in case we've
missed any poses, I like to have more than I need, and it’s
a bit hard to know at this stage which ones I'll use for
sure." <br><br> "I'm fine
here, Carlos. More than fine. In fact I think I'm getting quite used to this bed. Do what you
have to do." <br><br> I couldn't
help but think that if I did what I truly had to do, you'd be spending a lot more time in my bed and
not just face down on it, either. <br><br>
"Not much longer now, then we'll finish up, ,
." <br><br> I hated speaking those
words. I felt sad and disappointed that our time together was at an end. Our sessions had been
completed in just a two-week timeframe. Two weeks -- that
was as long as I'd known you, but somehow you'd
become part of my life. As unprofessional as it sounds,
you don't inhabit a room for six hours with a divinely
naked woman and just walk away unaffected. It's just
not possible. We had a relationship for God's sake;
an unusual one, I admit, but a relationship nevertheless.
I didn't usually develop such a depth of feeling about
my models. There was something about you that drew me to
you like a magnet. It was a heady combination of pure animal
lust and a genuine fondness for you -- her warmth and wit
and confidence. Hell, I was fond of you. Very, very fond…
<br><br> I'd spent six pleasurable
hours becoming intimately acquainted with every curve of yours. I'd studied
every curl, line, and dimple. The very nature of your flesh
had been indelibly drawn in my brain. I knew your body so
well that I could have confidently described the exact
position of each of your vital organs. It sounds ridiculous,
but a trained artist doesn't just see the surface --
we're taught to look deeper. Of course, I'd observed
you as an artist first and as a man second. Well, most of the
time. <br><br> We'd enjoyed our talks
when silence hadn't been critical, laughed and chatted as if it were the most natural
thing - a fully clothed man - a stranger really, and his naked
muse. In the end we'd had to avoid topics of conversation
that made us laugh too much, I needed you to be still. Now
I just needed you. The time I was dreading was inevitably
drawing nearer -- the time when you would get up from my bed,
casually slip into your clothes, and leave my studio, this
time forever. <br><br> Perhaps I could convince
my agent to engage you to attend the exhibition opening. It was planned for sometime early
in the New Year and then at least I'd be guaranteed another
chance to see you. A wicked part of me also smirked that it
would be fun to watch the surprised reactions of the female
patrons who always populated my exhibitions. I pictured
them realizing they were standing next to the beautiful
woman who inspired my paintings. <br><br>
My publicist and the media folk would love it. "The
Artist and Her Muse" would caption the newspaper
Arts and Entertainment photos. I'd put you and your
gorgeous face and irresistible body to good use, assigning
her to champagne and flattery duties with the toughest
critics in the room. They wouldn't stand a chance against
your charm. The only problem with all of that was the fact
that we were talking about an event scheduled for five months
away. I wasn't going to survive until then. I wanted
you now, urgently. <br><br> I flicked through
my painting notebook, carefully pretending to check that we'd literally covered all angles. You
lay a little awkwardly not moving, awaiting the next direction.
You were so good, so still and patient, the perfect model
in every way. <br><br> "Relax honey,
we wouldn’t want to get stiff, do we?" <br><br> Fuck! I couldn't believe I
said that. My face burned with embarrassment. The words had just escaped out of my
mouth via my cock, kind of bypassing my brain. <br><br>
You chuckled, muffling the sound into the bed linens. I
could see her shoulders shaking with mirth as you tried
to contain your amusement. To complete my embarrassment,
you lifted your head, turning to look at me with eyebrows
raised and a broad smile playing on your face. <br><br>
"Sorry, Carlos, what was that? I didn't quite
catch it?" <br><br> Turning away from
you under the pretence of picking up a fallen pencil, I mumbled to cover my gaffe, "Um…j-just
get comfortable." <br><br> For all
of our sessions I'd struggled to remain the consummate professional -- the detached artist only interested
in your anatomy in its purest sense. I'd been careful
not to touch you unnecessarily in setting up the poses.
I'd directed you carefully with my voice and clever
woman that you were, you seemed to know or sense the look
I was after. Just once or twice I found myself thinking,
please misunderstand my instruction -- let me touch you
-- I need to touch you, let me touch you. <br><br>
There’d been the occasional contact, of course, to refine
a precise pose or whenever a subtle readjustment was required.
A finger laid on the sweet curve of a shoulder, a divine moment
when I had shifted your lithesome leg and nudged it up into
a tighter, more pleasing bend. Once in our second session,
I'd tilted your lovely face with my finger, barely
brushing your chin, touching your cheek longer than strictly
necessary. Letting someone touch your face has always
seemed, to me, such an intimate gesture -- reserved for
people you trust. I'd felt close to you that day; it
was the day I'd started to truly want you. <br><br>
"We'll be through in just a minute and you can
get dressed." <br><br> Who was I kidding?
I didn't want you to go anywhere, ever. I'd spent the last hour crossing my legs, unsuccessfully
trying to hide and contain the ache growing in my hard cock.
Every time I moved, the soft fabric of my sweats brushed
against me, skimming across my cock, igniting the sensitive
flesh of my head again. Sweats were worn without boxers;
the slinky soft fabric caressed my naked ass, thighs, and
legs all day as I worked at my paintings. It’s such a practical
thing to wear while working, allowing comfort. In my mind,
it had become my "easy access" wear. I felt horny
every time I wore it, never more than now. <br><br>
I knew I was stalling. I watched you there; face down on my
bed, with one leg bent to raise your groin from the mattress,
your beautiful ass in the air. What I really wanted was to
strip naked and bury my face between those cheeks, inhale
you into my body, lick and taste every inch of you. I wanted
to lean right over that smooth back and trace my hands and
painfully hard cock across those curves that I felt I knew
so well. I wanted to grind my cock against her warm flesh
and feel deep inside her. I convinced myself, in that moment,
that this was a serious gap in my knowledge of you, one that
I needed to fill. Desperately. Immediately. <br><br>
I summoned my courage. <br><br> My heart
beat fast in my chest, and it was all I could do to keep my breathing steady as I knelt on the bed beside you.
My weight caused you to nudge just the tiniest bit towards
me. You kept your head buried in your arm. I think that for
a moment you believed that I was just arranging you for another
sketch. Tentatively, I traced the sweet curve of your ass
cheek, the little crease where cheek meets thigh. Oh, I
loved these places on a woman and on this one especially.
I'd been looking at you for days, not touching, denying
myself the pleasure. <br><br> I palmed the
weight of your buttock enjoying the firmness and resilience of the warm flesh in my hand. You uttered
a little moan into the fold of your arm; still you didn't
look up. My fingers explored your ass almost of their own
volition. Around each cheek they went, tracing the divide
between them, dipping and seeking that hidden, soft secret
flesh. I felt your body push back against my fingers, offering
yourself to me, and, at the same time, asking for more. I
happily obliged you, softly stroking and pressing the
deliciously sensitive skin of your anus. Not a word was
spoken, the only sounds, the little moans that escaped
from you, my own ragged breathing and the faint music in
the distance from out in the street below. I leaned close
to you, speaking softly, letting my breath play over your
neck and ear. You smelled so good, that fine female smell
that made my pulse flutter. <br><br> "I
think we may have missed a pose, um…a detail really, but I'm going to need it if I want to use those front-on
poses we did the other day. Do you think you could roll over
for me? You know, on to your back, yeah that’s good, just
like that." <br><br> I knew that strictly
speaking, it probably wasn't right to do this with you, a woman in my employ, my model,
but I couldn't help myself. I was completely without
scruples, and I couldn't stop. <br><br>
Ever noticed how lust has a way of making just about anything
justifiable? You stared at me then, straight in to my eyes,
your own filled with a questioning look. You must have seen
my desire for you, read it plainly there in my face. My face
felt red with excitement. You smiled at me; a beautiful
warm smile that said you understood my need. That smiling
mouth of yours was irresistible. God, how I loved those
lips, soft, smooth sensuous lips. Lips that demanded to
be kissed, sucked, nibbled, and tasted. I wanted to taste
this woman. <br><br> You saw me staring at
your sweet mouth and teasingly opened your lips a little, letting me catch a glimpse of the pink
tongue that lurked there. Oh, you were bad--perfectly
wicked. You must have known how I wanted that tongue, wanted
it in my mouth, wanted to feel it on my neck, licking over
my chest, leaving a wet trail down over my stomach, to lap
at the salty shaft between my legs. I leaned close to you,
my face brushing gently against the smoothness of your
cheek. My lips hovered over you, not touching, just inhaling
your breath. I kept absolutely still, wanting you to kiss
me first. I needed to know that you wanted this to happen.
You stretched upward until your warm soft lips were on mine.
<br><br> "I want you Carlos."
You spoke the sweetest words in the world directly into my mouth. You trapped those
words, sealing my mouth with your lips lest they try to escape;
there was little risk of that; I swallowed them down hungrily.
You licked at my mouth making me crazy. <br><br>
"Tell me again, " my breath coming in little
gasps. <br><br> "I want you, all of
you." <br><br> I heard a little moan escape from my mouth as your words registered
a delicious pull of desire in my cock. I felt that I was going
to come just from kissing you, and my shaft flooded with
blood at the thought. Breathing hard, I tried to regain
some semblance of control. I moved to a safer distance,
a little way from your mouth, as I tried as best that I could
to resume my artist persona, if only momentarily. <br><br>
Smiling at you, I quietly persuaded you, "Let's
move this leg up a little more, open up this area around your
pretty pussy so I can see you." <br><br>
You groaned a little and your nipples hardened to attention
when I mentioned it. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever
seen. It was like I was talking to those beautiful rose petal
nips nestled atop your ample buxom and they were listening
to me and responding. Does that sound crazy? I watched fascinated
as they came to life, becoming more engorged. The position
of your arm cast a slight shadow over your tits and my greedy
eyes were not satisfied. <br><br> "I'd
like to see more of you, there's no need to be shy, you know I've seen just about every inch of
you these last few days, move your arm over a bit. Oh sweetie
that’s just fine, maybe a bit more, why don't you open
up your legs for me a little wider?" <br><br>
"Like this Carlos?" she asked, smiling and
keeping your eyes on mine as you shifted your thigh, revealing
yourself to me. <br><br> I swallowed at the
sight of you, the more I spoke, the harder I got. <br><br> "How am I ever going
to paint you, all of you without seeing you up close? You don't mind if I do that do you?
You're so beautiful." I had my head down close
to your shaved pussy as if inspecting the detail of your
flesh. I wanted my lips to taste you, suck you, lick and devour
you. <br><br> I was surprised and a little
confused when you covered her groin coyly with your hands, effectively blocking my view.
I felt cheated and anxious for a moment, thinking that maybe
I'd shocked you with my forwardness? That was, until
I looked up and saw that bashful grin on her face. <br><br>
"I think it's about time I saw you naked, Carlos.
Seems to me like I've got about six hours of viewing
to catch up on, if I'm not mistaken. You can see me up
close when your clothes are off--all off. That's the
deal sweetie." <br><br> I blushed
thinking that you must have been aware of my desire for you all along, I was nothing if not transparent, totally
and completely see through. I'd never been much good
at the mysterious man thing; I was more obvious than that.
I considered myself a straightforward person with a big
appetite for life. <br><br> "I'd
like to see you, I want to see your body, Carlos." <br><br> Your words sent a shot of pure pleasure
through me, making my breathing do funny things. <br><br> "Jesus,
if I get naked, I'll want more than just to look at you." <br><br> I certainly
had no false modesty about my body; it functioned. I'd modeled naked for myself for the Barbarian Warrior
paintings, and my muscles seemed to please lovers. They
certainly pleased me. <br><br> I’m proud
of my well-developed chest, as well as the tight stomach that led to a forest of dark curls and the meaty cock
that nestled there between my muscular thighs. I'd
even taken to trimming those pubes just so I could enjoy
the feel and the look of it. I liked the way it poked out almost
obscenely, making his presence known, amongst the soft
curls that surrounded him. <br><br> I enjoyed
the way you watched me so intently, desire in your eyes, it almost made me feel as though I was performing for
you. The performance game was one I especially loved to
play. <br><br> Kneeling in front of you,
I slowly peel my T-shirt up, hesitating for just a moment. With a slow pull upward, I shed the shirt.
Knowing that you could clearly see my hard muscles, I couldn't
resist flexing my arms. Your eyes open wider in appreciation
of the gesture, your hand drifts toward the wet pussy you’ve
been hiding from me. <br><br> "All
the clothes Carlos, take them all off, and don't think you can distract me with these, man, " you said
laughing, taking your erect nipple into your hands, squeezing
it hard enough to make you squeal. <br><br>
I stick my tongue out at you. Then I scoot to the edge of the
bed, quickly standing to slip off my sweats. You roll over
onto your side casually, to watch me. <br><br>
"Turn around Carlos, I want to see your ass when you
take your pants off, " you order. "Please."
<br><br> Oh! So now, my model woman had turned
artist all of a sudden. You'd always obliged my requests so well, that I felt
it was the least I could do to indulge you a little. I intend
to tease you though, for holding out on me, for covering
yourself when I wanted you so badly. I was going to make you
pay sweetly for that. I decided that my slowness and restraint
would be your punishment. You were going to have to wait.
<br><br> Standing close to you I lifted my
foot to rest it on the edge of the bed, first there were sneakers to be removed, then
we'd deal with the sweats. My face came close to you
as I lean forward to untie the laces; off came the sneaker.
Up went the other foot, you watched, your hand slightly
caressing around your clit, not saying anything, just
watching with the remarkable stillness I knew you are capable
of. For a split second, the artist in me recognized the sheer
erotic beauty of your pose. I smiled smugly as I watched
your head tilt a little, trying to see past the fabric, to
catch a glimpse of my erection. With the sneakers removed
and my foot still resting just inches away from your face,
I pulled at the sweats. I pulled the fabric until the waistband
rested at the tops of my hips, just a fraction of an inch away
from revealing my swollen, hard cock. <br><br>
Letting the sweats drop just a fraction, I reached down
between your legs, my fingers scooping a little of the slippery
juice from your naked pussy. I decorate your nipples with
the fragrant wetness, tracing lazy circles around each
of the stiff pink peaks, until they glisten and shine in
the lamplight. Keeping my eyes locked on your beautiful
face, I dip my fingers again into that dripping place, this
time painting a little of the viscous fluid over your bottom
lip, making you groan loudly. Pushing my wet finger into
your hot mouth, I let you lick the salty tang from my skin,
breath the scent of you while I fuck your lips with tiny soft
stabbing motions. My cock bobs in rhythm to those little
finger thrusts. <br><br> Silently I turned
away from you, planning my strategy, wondering how long I was going to be able to delay your discovery
of the fact that I am totally naked beneath the concealing
folds of the sweatpants. You'd think, of course, that
I'd planned or counted on this seduction. Maybe you'd
be right. With my back to you I wantonly pulled the sweats
fabric tight bunching it to the front of me, revealing the
curve of my ass and thighs to you. I could hear your breathing
growing ragged. <br><br> "Carlos…the
sweats…take it off now." Your voice was thick with desire and I smiled to myself pleased
that you were enjoying my little performance. "I
want you to be naked now." <br><br>
"The pants? Lose the pants?" <br><br>
"Carlos! Do it…please!" <br><br>
"You mean like this?" Still with my back to you
I hooked my thumbs into the stretchy waist of the sweats
and gently nudged it down a little way over the curve of my
hip. I pulled the sweats over the top of my round ass inching
it downward as more and more of my flesh was revealed. <br><br>
We'd come to that place in the performance that I loved
so much, that exquisite moment when I'm almost more
naked than naked. I could feel the weight of the fabric begin
to pull the sweats down. I knew with certainty that at any
second with just the slightest of nudges or wriggles, the
sweatpants would fall, baring me. If your heavy breathing
was anything to go by, you knew it too. I stood perfectly
still enjoying the tension. I could almost feel your eyes
on me willing that sweats to disappear through sheer force
of willpower. The seconds ticked by. <br><br>
"Carlos, we had a deal…remember?" you choked
out the words. <br><br> "Oh that's
right, now I remember, I get naked, I get to fuck you. Is that the deal?" <br><br>
I flicked the waistband with a finger sending it sliding
over my bare thighs to puddle at my feet. Looking up, I glimpsed
myself in the mirror opposite the bed and saw myself dispassionately,
framed like a picture; totally naked, tousled hair, muscular
chest and in the background like a stunning tableaux on
my bed--you. <br><br> Again, I kept perfectly
still while you looked at me. <br><br> "You're beautiful, just beautiful."
<br><br> I couldn't resist the final
tease. Always a tidy guy when it came to putting away clothes I slowly bent forward
to lift the sweats from the floor. Seeing your hand in the
mirror as you stroked your wet pussy was my reward. <br><br>
"Now what was that about a deal?" I could wait
no longer. <br><br> I turn and waste no time
in sitting in between your legs. Holding your face in my hands I said, "Pay up. Or else."
Your kiss sucked my tongue into your hot mouth, sending
a corresponding tug of pure pleasure to my cock. Taking
your hands in mine, I spread your arms away from your body
leaving your beautiful pussy vulnerable. I buried my face
in your curls breathing you in, nuzzling into the crevices
between your lovely thighs, leaving a trail of wet kisses
and soft nibbles in my wake. I kissed along the inside of
your thighs almost down to your knee and slowly back up to
within an inch of your wet pussy. My cock felt so good rubbing
against your skin. Pulling away from you just a little,
I skimmed my hard cock over your nipples and thighs, tickling
your hard points. <br><br> Leaning up and
over your beautiful body, I smiled at you. <br><br> "I have to have you, eat you
up…" I whispered. I kissed your soft mouth, sucking your tongue into mine,
nipping at your lips, gently licking around their edges.
<br><br> My hand dropped to your mid-section
again. "I want you." <br><br> Fuck! I was on the verge
of coming just saying the words. The aching urgent need in my cock wouldn't be denied.
I desperately needed to be touched there. I wasn't
going to be able to wait an instant longer. Shifting, I placed
my thick thigh between your legs; I trapped it tightly between
my own, interlocking our legs like we were wrestling. Pressing
my body down, I squeezed your warm leg hard, My leg became
glued to you with your slick, open pussy, the lips spread,
stuck wetly to my flesh. <br><br> You rock
on that thigh, pushing and grinding your pussy harder and harder against the rough curls of hair. Working
you into a delicious frenzy, I grabbed your hand and thrust
it between your legs, trapping it between your wet flesh
and my thigh, wanting your fingers in you, your palm mashed
against your clit. You groan out loud as your hand made contact
with your intimate wetness. Gripping my hip tightly with
your other hand, you push and pull my body onto my thigh,
encouraging me. It was perfect, I rubbed my thigh against
you again and again completely without shame, lost in the
pleasure, until with a wild, frantic final thrust of your
hips, you came. A wonderful molten explosion had me flooded
with your juices. <br><br> I slumped forward
a little, surprised and overwhelmed by the intensity of your reaction. I rest my head on your
chest for a moment wanting to catch my breath before completing
our "deal." I could hear your heart pounding
with excitement, just as I could feel mine. Your arms hold
me close, you stroke my shoulders and neck with a soft, idle
touch. <br><br> Even as I make to leave your
embrace, I cover your face with soft kisses until your heart stopped beating so hard. With
your breathing under control, I wriggle down the bed a little
so I could kiss your taut belly. God, I love your belly, I'd
studied every one of those sexy muscles, in particular
the ones that ran like arrows to your mound. <br><br>
I kissed and mouthed your warm skin and followed the trail
of soft fur that lead me to your pussy. <br><br>
Shifting to kneel between your thighs, I take your engorged
clit into my mouth, savoring the salty, sweet taste of the
fluid I squeeze from you. It literally makes my mouth water.
I coat the length of you, holding you in a wet grip with my
lips, swirling my tongue around the hot smoothness. I circle
your hard flesh with my hand, rubbing, and inserting a finger
in rhythm to my sucking, my other hand cupping your ass.
Over and over, I lick and play with her; flicking my tongue
across and around the swollen clit, eating you, making
you moan and writhe against me. <br><br>
Pushing my hands to your hips, I still your movements. I
gently nibble and kiss the length of your pussy, licking
your lips. I can't resist reaching down under your
firm ass cheeks until my fingers find that tight circle
of soft skin just begging to be stroked and licked. You moan
and wriggle against me as my fingers rub, press, and gently
explore your sweet ass. Her sounds drove me crazy with lust
for you. I licked your thigh, slick with fragrant juice.
I looked up to see your face flushed with pleasure, watching
me as I rubbed the velvety flesh of your pussy against my
face and lips. <br><br> You thrust your hips
up to meet me, fucking my mouth gently, my thick hot tongue sliding between your lips. You feel
so good, so wet and smooth. I imagine how my cock would look
and feel sliding between your wet pussy lips, pushing into
me with that same steady rhythm. I longed to be in you. <br><br>
"I want to fuck you, have my cock in you." <br><br>
You throb in my hand, I could actually feel your juices move
through the length of you emerging as glistening drops
that spilt from your body, a tempting treat to be licked
off. <br><br> "Slow down, there's
plenty of time, " you chide me gently. "Come
up here, right up here, I do believe there's something I need to look at closely
too." <br><br> You grin at me, your
eyes shining with mischief. You reach over to my bedside table drawing the lamp closer. "Stand
up Carlos, I want to see you. And then, my lovely, I want to
suck you." <br><br> There was absolutely
no resisting an invitation like that. Still straddling you, I move up your body until I stand,
lewdly positioned with my cock between your gorgeous,
full breasts. <br><br> "You're
way too far away, " you point out. "Come down close, I want that cock to be near me."
<br><br> Taking hold of the cool metal of
the headboard above you for balance, I lower my body until I am within inches of your
face. <br><br> "Stop Carlos, just
stop there so I can see this big fat cock, that's right, just there, " <br><br>
You reach up and rub the shiny, smooth corona of my cock with
your fingers, stroking the swollen head, pressing my hard
cock making it stand proud. You stroke just a single fingertip
over that sensitive head, making me squirm with pleasure.
<br><br> "Oh my sweet, you're
beautiful, so fucking beautiful, come closer so I can taste you." You grasp my hips and
pulled me down until I am kneeling up right over your chin.
Your hot tongue comes out to greet me, welcoming my balls down on to your hungry mouth. You
lick, lap. You trail your tongue up along my shaft and flick
at my swollen head, sucking at it, making me moan and squirm
in ecstasy against your face and chin. <br><br>
You pull my balls into your sweet mouth, sucking and nibbling
at them hungrily. I've always loved it when a woman
sucks my balls into her mouth as if she wants to devour me.
As if I'm the most delicious morsel of flesh she's
ever tasted, as if I'm the most desirable creature
in the world, as if nothing else exists except for my cock
and balls that deserves only her loving worship. <br><br>
You are certainly a woman who knows how to pleasure a man
with her mouth, a connoisseur, and an artist in your own
right. You hold me tightly with your hands holding my ass,
supporting me, sucking me, and rubbing me over your face
like I was some kind of truly edible man. You treat me as if
my cum is some kind of precious salve that you need spread
over your skin. Your mouth fills with the beautiful sounds
of your pleasure, each sigh and moan swelling my flesh until
the exquisite sensation of it threatens to explode. I want
to be inside you, desperately. <br><br>
"Stop!" I whisper. "Stop for a minute.
You'll be drowned if you stay there." <br><br>
You look up at me smiling, your face wet and shiny. "And
that's a bad thing? I'm willing to take the risk
Carlos, I can swim, trust me." You hold on to my thighs
tightly, preventing me from moving. <br><br>
"No, I want to be inside you, I want your pussy. Please!"
<br><br> You mock me a little; a huge smile
breaks out on your face. <br><br> "So you want to fuck? Oh, is
that where this has all being heading?" <br><br> For just
a split second your joking threw me, surely you don't intend to deny me. "Don't tease, I'm
serious. I need you now." <br><br>
I realize to my shame that I am actually sounding petulant
and seriously consider smothering you between my thighs
if you don't quit with the joking! <br><br>
"Would I ever tease a man in serious need of fucking?
Never." You give me that wide-eyed innocent “who
me?” look. "Why don't you scoot back a bit and
come sit on me, Carlos?" <br><br> I
needed no further prompting. You hold me while I disentangle
my knees from around your head and clamber back down your
body. I straddle your slim hips, lowering my body until
my swollen cock hovers just above your pussy lips. I press
into you, my hardness opening you, stretching and filling
you completely. You push, I slowly ease my cock all the way
in to your body. You moan with the sheer pleasure of it, your
flesh clenching around me. I felt that I'd waited so
long, imagined this so many times, that it was all I could
do not to come there and then, on that first stroke. <br><br>
It feels so good inside your body. I’m torn between wanting
to thrust wildly against you or just staying very still.
Closing my eyes and concentrating on the exquisite sensations,
I chose stillness knowing that my climax was literally
a few thrusts away. As I bend to kiss you, you pull me to you,
kissing my face, licking and sucking at my lips. My head
feels dizzy, drunk with desire. I sit back, straightening
up so I could enjoy the sight of you, under me. <br><br>
"Oh God, you look so hot sitting there with my cock
in you." <br><br> My hands caress and
lift your breasts, tweak at your nipples, pinching and pulling hard at the flesh, sending wonderful
shock waves of pleasure to your cunt--your wet cunt. There's
a moment when I'm fucking with a beautiful woman, my
hard cock plunging deeply inside of her, when I'm right
on the edge of exploding, that genteel pussy becomes a cunt.
A raw, hot wet place, the center of the universe, where all
the blood in her body congregates to swell the flesh, to
tighten the hold, to feed the muscles that squeeze and grip
until it is genteel no more, just pure animal flesh desperately
seeking pleasure and satisfaction. <br><br>
We fit together so well, your lush softness and my hard body.
In my mirror I could see that we looked beautiful, joined
as we were, our flesh intimately connected. I raise myself
on my heels so we could watch the sight of my cock sliding
gently between those soft smooth lips. <br><br>
Craning your neck a little to enjoy the view, your voice
hoarse, you pant, "You'll make me come doing
that Carlos." <br><br> "This?"
I draw my body up away from the length of my cock and plunge it back, pushing you into me, bumping
that place deep inside you that has you gasping for air in
excitement. I could hear my groans and moans mix with yours
as I do it again and again. I am teetering on the very edge
of losing control for the second time. I sit back, squeezing
your hips between my knees, your ass pressed hard against
me. <br><br> I slow. My rocking movements
press my pubic bone directly against your engorged clit. The more I rock, the more it
rubs, the deeper you pressed into me. The closer I get, the
more you thrust, the deeper I go, the more I fill you, the
wilder we buck and fuck. The look on your face tells me clearly
that you weren't going to be able to hold on much longer.
I want you to come so badly, to come with me. <br><br>
We move in perfect unison now, my hips pushing forward,
you thrusting up hard, making your breasts jiggle and bounce.
You hold my hips tightly using your hands to push me into
you, again and again. Faster and harder, plunging my cock
into your hot tight cunt over and over until, with a hard
final thrust, you let out a deep, low, moan of pleasure as
you come, grinding yourself against me, I fill you with
my cum. <br><br> That last urgent push of
my cock has my body turn to liquid, flooding you with juice, sending sharp shards of pleasure
convulsing through me. The spasms make our bodies clench
and grip you, milking the last drops of cum out of my cock.
I stay very still as those final waves of pleasure course
through me, softening my muscles and bones until my body
refuses to hold me up any longer. Moaning and panting for
breath, I fall into your embrace, feeling your warm kisses
on my hair and face, your arms around me. <br><br>
We lay, my beautiful model and I, sweaty, satisfied, replete.
Closing your eyes, your head on my pillow, your body relaxes,
looking so peaceful. I could see your reflection in the
mirror, your restful pose giving me ideas. Perhaps my painting
series needs some sleeping poses to be quite complete as
a body of work. Yes, actually I don't know why I hadn't
thought of that before. Of course it did. I was going to need
many, many sketches for that, yes, lots and lots of drawings
and at least a dozen sittings or more to fully capture my
beautiful muse.

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Role Playing, Threesomes, Mutual Masturbation

What factors are most important to you when looking for a sexual partner?:
Physical attraction, Ability to be discreet, Open to ménage à trois and/or orgies, Sexual appetite, Willingness to freely discuss and try anything, Agreeable to a commitment free sexual relationship

Ever fantasized about having sex with a celebrity? Who? What turns you on about them?:
I am a big comic book and movie fan, so my celebrity fantasies
are a bit…fantastic. One fantasy I have is being Mr. Fantastic
of the Fantastic Four, he has the ability to stretch any
part of his body. That would be an awesome power to have,
especially if your wife looked like a blonde, blue-eyed
Jessica Alba. Here is my fantasy: <br><br>
The Fantasti-Car dropped down into the roof of the Baxter
Building. We were returning from meeting Ben Grimm's
Aunt Petunia in Arizona, and we were in a mood to enjoy a bit
of piece and quiet. When the craft finally docked, we got
out. I stretched my arm to the door, opening it. I had gained
my powers years before, but still got a big kick at my ability
to stretch any part of my body. I stepped out of my section
of the Fantasti-Car and stretched my other arm around my
wife. Susan Storm Richards blushed as I pulled her close
and kissed her deeply. Without realizing it, Sue used her
power and turned invisible. Neither I nor Sue realized
she had, because we were intently kissing each other. But
the other members of the FF saw the slip. Sue's brother,
Johnny Storm, smiled, it took the last member of the FF to
bring us back to earth. "Awright, you lovebirds.
Git visible and git a room." The deep voice of the Thing
rumbled through the hanger. Sue realized she was invisible
and popped back into view. She and I broke apart and smiled
at our friend. "Ben Grimm, you softie, " I said,
using his real name. "You're just upset because
Alicia isn't here to kiss you." Johnny threw
a fireball at Ben. His rock-like exterior took the fireball
in stride, but he turned his head up at the Human Torch. "You
little punk, git down here and do that!" Ben growled.
"No way, Ben, " Johnny said. "I value
my life too much. Besides, I‘m heading out. See you all later."
With a fire trail following him, the Torch flew out of the
hanger through the still-open roof. The three of us entered
the elevator and dropped to the science level. I got off
the elevator and puttered in my lab for a couple of hours,
then I secured my new experiments and slithered down my
emergency escape tube. My pliable body fit easily down
the one-inch hole in the tube, and I emerged in my living
quarters. As I regained my shape, I saw Sue emerging from
Franklin's room. Her finger went to her lips in a shushing
motion, "Franklin's asleep, honey, "
Sue said. "And you're here early." "I was hungry, " I replied. "Oh? What are you hungry for?" "You, " I replied, stretching my arms to entwine
my wife. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. Sue responded
in kind. We had been married for nearly 7 years, but both
still yearned for each other's touch. We had successfully
fought off a rift that nearly brought about a divorce, and
now spent as much time as we could in bed together. We made
our way to our bedroom, not releasing each other as we walked
along. When we got behind closed doors, Sue made her costume
invisible, showing me the body underneath. Sue was a stunning
beauty, with short blonde hair, large firm breasts, and
a shaved pussy. Quickly I mentally made my body smaller
than my costume, and the blue uniform fell to the bedroom
floor. When it was on the carpet, Sue's costume appeared
on the floor next to mine. I was older than Sue by nearly 20
years, but had not lost my sexual appetite with the advent
of middle age. In part, I theorized, it was because of the
effects of the cosmic rays surging through my body. But
I also knew of Sue's desire for kinky sex acts. Sue was
already on the bed, on her hands and knees. I slid underneath
my wife, allowing her to start sucking on my cock. While
she was working it in her mouth, I went right to Sue's
bare pussy lips. My tongue slithered inside my wife, and
I used my powers to work my tongue deeper and deeper in my
wife. Sue's moans started emerging from around my
cock. My tongue moved around and around Sue's pussy,
licking all the walls. It slithered up and found Sue's
G-Spot, licking hard there. Sue's body stiffened,
and she grew close to orgasm. I took two fingers and slid
them into her ass. I mentally made the fingertips swell
until they filled her anal opening. Then I started pumping
them in and out inside my wife. My tongue kept its attack
on Sue's G-Spot. My free hand went between me and Sue.
Two fingers went to her right nipple, two more stretched
over and grabbed her left nipple, and my thumb stretched
down to rub her clit. With most of her sensitive spots being
caressed simultaneously, Sue could not hold out. She came,
and came hard. A natural squirter, Sue flooded cum out her
pussy lips and all over my face. I showed that my superhero
moniker of Mister Fantastic didn't just apply during
battles. Sue lifted her mouth off of my hard shaft and cried,
"Reed, baby. You're fantastic." When
her orgasm faded, I slipped out from under Sue. My cock found
its mark the first time, and I thrust into his wife's
pussy, driving my 8 inches deep into Sue. She moaned deeply
as I entered her, but the moans increased when I concentrated,
and my cock expanded to fill every inch of her pussy. When
I stroked, every part of Sue's internal walls were
scraped. Sue came quickly, wetting those walls for better
traction by me. Still I kept going, bringing a third orgasm
from my wife, and then a fourth. As the fourth orgasm fled
the body of Sue, I came at last, spurting deeply into Sue's
body. We cried out in mutual ecstasy, then collapsed on
the bed for a night of sleep. I awoke at 3 am, a desire to finish
an experiment sweeping through my mind. But one look at
my naked wife and a different desire swept over me. I thought
a minute, and my cock started stretching, sliding into
my wife's mouth. Sue was asleep, but woke when she felt
my member sliding into her. She sucked at it automatically,
as I positioned my body and allowed my cock to resume its
normal dimensions. I bent my body nearly in half, and started
biting the nipples on Sue's breasts as she sucked my
cock. Sue nearly bit my cock when I first sunk my teeth into
her flesh. But a strong force of will kept her from biting
me. Still, she loved the feel of my mouth on her body, marking
her as mine in places only I would ever see. As soon as both
nipples were red and swollen, I pulled my cock from Sue's
mouth. I sat up a bit, and slid my cock between her breasts
from the top. Sue moaned in delight as she felt my cock stretch
down her body and enter her pussy. I began pumping, and Sue
was being tit fucked and pussy fucked at the same time. My
cock jumped, from breasts to pussy, and I came, filling
Sue's body with my sperm. I slithered into my costume
and told her I was going to the lab. We kissed deeply, then
I left. Sue was alone and still horny. She smiled and concentrated
a minute. Another one of Sue's powers, in addition
to making herself invisible, was the ability to make solid
shapes of invisible force. She imagined a small dildo,
and her hand wrapped around the invisible dildo and thrust
it into her own pussy. A mental push, and the slender dildo
became thick and long, filling Sue to the max. She pumped
it in and out of her body, as her free hand massaged her breast.
When she came, she whispered one name ... "Namor!"
Then she rolled over, dissolved the dildo, and went back
to sleep. I remained working until 5 am, when the visi-phone
rang. On the other end was Nick Fury, head honcho of SHIELD,
a super-secret spy organization. He needed the FF's
help immediately. I took a quick look at the computer's
FF Locator map, then fired a special flare from the roof
of the building. It lit the pre-dawn sky with a bright red
"4", and also caused the belt buckles of the
other members of the FF to beep.

Have you ever had cybersex?:
I have cybersex quite often.

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