Tag: erotic

Machine

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349 

When you give dick as good as I do, you want to receive it just as perfectly. Unfortunately, most guys can’t fuck for as long as I want, and I’ve been known to back this sexy hole up to a fucking machine when I really want to gape my hole. The best thing about my fucking machine is I can change out the attachments and fuck a different dick every hour.

To start, I use a thin, curved dildo at the end of the fucking machine and let it pound into me with a slow, steady rhythm that makes my cock stand at attention.

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Nude brunette smiling sitting in chair

Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Monday, Oct. 3 – 6 PM to 1 AM EST

…continued from part 4

My body was definitely not going to say no to his need.  Holding him and protecting him just like the perfect Mommy, my body was feeling very unexpected tension.  Wrapping my arms around him tighter, trying to send him my emotions through his eyes, he definitely understood what I was feeling.  The question was if I was to be his Mommy, were the feelings reciprocated?

While continuing to suck on my nipple, he started brushing his fingertips up and down my chest.  He wanted to indicate that my feelings were nothing to be ashamed of.  I felt my pussy start to contract aching to feel wanted too.  Coddling him, I no longer cared if there was a distinction.

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Nude top of brunette

Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Thursday, Sept. 29 – 10 AM to 5 PM EST

…continued from part 3

I knew that no matter how I responded to him, he would not say no.  With his mouth open like that, gurgling away like a baby, I figured I had the solution.  So since I was done changing him and he still looked so needy, I pulled him closer.  Then, my strong arms held him tight right against my breast where he could feel warm against my soft body.  Finally, I coddled him and said soothingly, “I’m your Mommy now.”

With him in my arms looking up into my eyes, I never imagined that this could make me feel as good as it was making him feel.  Just like there was a need in him to be nurtured, there was a need in me to do the nurturing.  I no longer looked at him if he was a replacement, feeling his soft body in my arms completely vulnerable he was actually my baby.

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Nude brunette staring over shoulder

Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Monday, Sept. 26 – 5 AM to 12 PM EST

…continued from part 2

It took me a bit of a turn but gradually I gave in.  I did not have the desire to say no.  How odd to find myself giving in to a man who wanted to be a baby.  Still sitting on the floor, legs crossed, looking up at me emphatically to see what my first move would be.  While a part of me felt flattered, all of a sudden I also felt very maternal.  So I asked simply, “Does baby need to be changed?”  He got on the bed and laid back very anxious to get started.

Honestly, I was not sure of how to get started.  But the back of my brain seemed to know where to go even if I thought that I didn’t.  I slowly started to peel off his clothes acting just as if he was a doll completely at my control.  I started remembering how I would change my dolls when I was little.  Before I knew it, he was completely down to his boxers which I felt looked all wrong on him.  I knew exactly what would make it look better.

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Full body topless brunette against wall

Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Wednesday, Sept. 14 – 8 AM to 2 PM EST

There are just some times that you cannot say no.

I had kind of known what I was getting into all along.  I knew that he was different from the rest and had his own way of doing things.  But nonetheless when I opened the drawer, I could not contain my shock.  Why did he have an over-sized diaper right next to his socks?  He could be immature at times, sure, but I never thought that he would wear a diaper.  I had heard of it before, where grown men would wear diapers, and there were different theories, including regression.  But when it came to my roommate, the thought had never even entered my mind.

Standing in shock, I had not heard the movement behind me.  He caught me with the diaper lifted in my hand and demanded to know what I was doing snooping in his room.  When I couldn’t answer, he folded his arms over his chest and started pouting.  Despite the fact that he could be immature, I had never seen this type of behavior before.  The only way that I could define it is that he was regressing.

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~~~Olivia ~~~ 844~332~2639~x~226~~~

My favorite fucking position may be one you haven’t heard of yet.  I have to admit I do like to try all different ways and am open to many.  Once a “flavor of the week” and I took the Kama Sultra book of sexual positions to try as many of them out as we could.  That was a weekend to remember for sure.  It’s only recently I was exposed to this newest position which has my pussy tingling just thinking of it.  The night started out like many of my nights; finding the perfect sexy outfit to attract a man to bring home with me. Once he was interested I let him feel me up a bit in the club as we danced.  Moving to a booth things got really hot and heavy.  I felt his crotch one more time before inviting him home with me. Continue reading “My Favorite Fucking Position” →

Wendy, the Intellectual Turnabout @ 844-332-2339, ext. 424

…continued from part 3

Lying back once again next to the pool, stroking my own face softly to entice him, I saw no hesitation in his eyes.  It was like he was under my spell, completely at my whim.  He eased his cock back into my warm, waiting pussy, gently tugging at my ear with his teeth.  I could tell what he was going for:  he wanted to make me cum again while I waited for him longer to release.  Although it was a bit frustrating, this was a turn on that I had never experienced before.  And I knew exactly where I wanted him to give me all of that cum when he finally did give it to me.  He would definitely be surprised when I told him where to put it.

Continue reading “Relinquishing control, part 4” →

Wendy, the Intellectual Turnabout @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

…continued from part 2

I looked at him, completely confused.  I did not even know how to word my question correctly.  “I have control over it.  How?”

He just started laughing again, that deep, masculine, completely sexy voice.  I had no doubts in my mind:  He was a man.  And he wanted to relinquish what-I-thought-was-his-own control over to me.

“Haven’t you ever thought that sometimes a man cums too quickly?  Wished that it might last a little longer?  Yes, I can sustain myself,” he told me, “but there is nothing sexier than a woman who makes a guy wait.”

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Wendy @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

…continued from part 1

I had been with this man, and he was very much a man compared to my still girl-hood, for a little over a year.  And no, this was definitely not the first time that we had had sex.  Far from, lol.  And yes, I had had sex before him and, obviously, I have had had sex since him.  But he was the one who took my virginity:  he is the one who I first squirted for.  He was also the one that I gained the intimate knowledge of my words from.  He taught me that he would never cum without first having my permission.

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a show for my neighbors

Zia 1-844-33CANDY ext 402

Sometimes I can be a bit of an exhibitionist. I mean, having sex while someone else or other people are watching can be incredibly hot. Last night I met a guy and took him back to my place. Then I decided to put on a show for my neighbor’s next door. It turned me on so much and I want to tell you everything.

The guy I met was J and I saw him from across the room at a bar last night. He smiled at me and came right over to talk to me. This guy was gorgeous, and I was instantly attracted to him. Being a horny, cock-loving slut I wanted to fuck him so I asked him outright how big his cock was. 9 inches is nothing to sneeze at, so I knew it was on.

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