sexual sentences .

foreplay .

in the act .

aftermath .

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You’ve been teasing me all day.  

Open my pants.  Do you feel your handy work?  

Good.  

Now let’s see your handy… work …

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Imagine coming home from work one day, very sore and very tired. Upon hearing your complaints of an aching back and aching legs, your F/C offers to give you a massage. You take some convincing, but they promise you a fantastic massage and something “extra special” if you stay awake long enough for them to finish.

You agree, and they instruct you to lay in bed, of course nude, as they prepare. Soon your F/C emerges with lotion and several candles. You haggle them about their “fantastic massage” as they light each and every one of the candles about your bedroom and even lower the lights; despite their stalling, you can’t deny that the setting excites you.

Your F/C straddles you as you lay prone, chuckling as they drizzle sweet-smelling lotion onto your back. It arches as their hands drift across it and work the lotion into your skin, your F/C instructing you to relax as they “work their magic”. Their voice is soft but undeniably lustful, adding an edge to your own arousal.

Your F/C proves to be quite the masseuse/masseur, making you moan and sigh longingly as they work the tension out of your most bothersome muscles. It hurt so good, and you can feel your F/C’s arousal pressed against your buttocks with their movements.

“Does that feel good?” They inquire your moans, relishing them, even stopping to give your ass several rolls with the heels of their palms with another chuckle. “Tell me that feels good.”

The obvious request to be verbal with your pleasure makes you grow even hotter, and you decide to accentuate it with several more moans of your F/C’s name. Your F/C tells you to turn onto your back, and your arousal is quite obvious to them. They joke once more about their “magic”, about how they didn’t even need to touch you “there” for you to get so hard/wet. Eager to take a jab at them for their lewdness and their use of something so trivial for their entertainment, you mention the same for them, how you felt their arousal with just massaging your back.

Stalling once more, your F/C lifts your leg and begins to massage it, eager hands kneading the tense bulk of your calf. The sensation of their eyes drifting down your body and lingering at your groin grows to be too much, and you tell them to forget your other leg and to just fuck you already.

“My, my, it seems as if my ‘magic’ is just too strong for my own good!” Your F/C quips as they clamber on top of you. They lavish the expanse of your chest and neck with kisses before telling you to turn over a final time. Mindful of your fatigue, they instruct you once more to relax and “work their magic” as they fuck you slowly and passionately, the remainder of your soreness melting away as they drive you to an intense orgasm.

“That’s what happens when I cum for you…”

The year is 2017.  

Gael got a new mic.  Gael played with his mic…among other things.

This was the result.

P.S It’s binaural and in 3D sound, so a headset will double your fun ;)

read it could save you

I don’t know if this post has been made yet but I just want to warn everybody that if someone stops you in a parking lot and asks you if you’re interested in some perfume and hands you a paper to smell, PLEASE DON’T SMELL IT.

i repeat, DON’T SMELL IT.

Apparently the sample papers are being laced with a drug to knock you out. Please signal boost this. It can save someone’s life!

IMPORTANT

please repost to save people idc if “its not my blog type” jUST DO IT

This is a real thing! It’s been happening a lot where I live and it’s super scary! Please be safe and try not to go out alone at night

Imagine your favorite character getting festive. They line the walls with lights, drown a tree in ornaments and illuminates, scatter various incense and candles throughout the house, but their favorite and most well developed decoration was the hickies they littered all along your body. It made them so anxious for the 25th to arrive so you could unwrap your new underwear that they desperately wanted to tear off of your body.

idk I just love how we Young People Today use ~improper~ punctuation/grammar in actually really defined ways to express tone without having to explicitly state tone like that’s just really fucking cool, like

no    =    “No,” she said. 

no.    =    "No,” she said sharply.

No    =    “No,” she stated firmly.

No.    =    “No,” she snapped.

NO    =    “No!” she shouted.

noooooo    =    “No,” she moaned.

no~    =    “No,” she said with a drawn-out sing-song.

~no~    =    “No,” she drawled sarcastically.

NOOOOO    =    “No!” she screamed dramatically.

no?!    =    “No,” she said incredulously.

I’ve been calling this “typographical nuance” and I have a few more to add: 

*no* = “No,” she said emphatically. 

*nopes on out of here* = “No,” she said of herself in the third person, with a touch of humorous emphasis.

~*~noooo~*~ = “No,” she moaned in stylized pseudo-desperation.

#no = “No,” she added as a side comment.

“no” = “No,” she scare-quoted.

wtf are you kidding no = “No,” she said flatly. “And I can’t believe I have to say this.”

no no No No NO NO NO NO = "No,” she repeated over and over again, growing louder and more emphatic. 

nooOOOO = “No,” she said, starting out quietly and turning into a scream.

*no = “Oops, I meant ‘no,’” she corrected, “Sorry for the typo in my previous message.”

I cannot express how strongly I absolutely love language and writing and communication but if anyone asks why I will be showing them this post from now on

this is great, but I got to “no no No No NO NO NO NO” and immediately started singing “mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia let me go”

no no no nO (no no no)= “No,” she said, sticking to the status quo

Ben's all tied up...

Once in the bedroom Mia started pulling his shirt off of him and he didn’t know what to do. He stood there, helping her removing his clothes and when he reached for her shirt she swatted at his hand before kissing him. Her lips broke free from his before she told him to lay down in the middle of the bed. He did as he was told, liking this authoritative side of her. He watched as she walked about the bed, pulling at something beneath the mattress and soon his heart raced seeing the cuff. She soon had his wrist and ankles bound to the corners of the bed before turning and making her way into the bath. She closed the door enough so that he couldn’t see what was going he could hear her. She showered quickly before towelling off and heading out to tease him more.

As she walked out he was left speechless, but his cock twitched in approval of the plum colored baby doll she had on. She walked around the room, lighting a few candles before she stood at the foot of the bed. She stood there looking at him, licking her lips for what felt like an hour before she moved, walking around to the side of the bed, letting her fingers trail up his leg lightly. Something then off to the side caught her eye so she left him briefly, but not for long. She came back but this time it wasn’t her fingers that trailed up his leg, it was cold and when he looked down, his cock twitched again, a riding crop.

Imagine your favorite character playfully taunting you when you get home and start trying to work/study, knowing you won’t be done anytime soon and have a deadline/test. They trace their fingers over your back, graze your neck with their mouth, rub your shoulders. You try several times to brush their antics off, and get a mocking chuckle and brief reprieve in response. After half an hour, you’ve gotten nowhere except pissed and horny.

You turn on them as they sit in a comfy chair. In less than two steps, you’re straddling their lap and have tight grip on their shirt and hair. “Listen here, (FC’s full first and last name). You’ve made it impossible for me to get anything done since I got home, and you know full well I have a very short amount of time to get it done. Now you’re going to make it up to me by giving me everything you have until I cum screaming. Then you’re going to make dinner for us. Understand?”

The only obvious response to any of it is how hard it seems to be for them to breathe. You yank them forward by their shirt, give their hair a little tug, grind into them, and say, “Do. You. Understand?“ 

They moan something that sounds like a yes, or close enough anyway, and pull you in, closing the distance. They will do as they were told.

You’ve been teasing me all day.  

Open my pants.  Do you feel your handy work?  

Good.  

Now let’s see your handy… work …

Senses - Part 1

I had been telling you for a little while that I had something special planned for the weekend. Even though you queried me regularly, I would only respond to you with a little smirk and a wink. “It will be something a little different, and all for you.” I watch your eyes squint a little at me as you purse your lips. The week passes slowly, but first Friday, and then Saturday comes.

I pick you up and we head out of town. After a while, we stop to eat. You pepper me with questions about where we are going. I carry on a mostly one-sided conversation about my week, playfully avoiding your line of questioning. After finishing, we drive on. After a bit, we turn off the main road, and head down some smaller and smaller roads. We finally pull down a driveway and down a longer road and come upon a quaint, well-appointed house. You notice immediately that we have climbed some terrain, and there is a beautiful backyard and vista overlooking the valley and the city below. A swimming pool juts out the side of the hill.

The questions continue from you about where we are. “This is a special little retreat, for people who know about it – tonight it’s ours to enjoy … along with each other I hope.” We walk inside. Everything is high-end and very comfortable. We walk about exploring downstairs and then we begin to head upstairs, but just then the doorbell rings. We turn around and walk to the front. A couple is standing there and introduce themselves as the caretakers. We shake hands and they answer a few questions, but then quickly take their leave, telling us to enjoy the evening and reminding us that we have the entire property to ourselves.

Stressed out?  Things not going your way?

I’ve got just the cure for you.  I always find that when I cum really hard my problems sorta disappear…  I wanna make you moan and scream and cum until you can’t remember what was stressing you out.

I’m gonna fuck your stress away.

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