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Honestamente hoje tenho de falar da minha fraqueza, este sol intenso que está hoje, quando procurei um pouco de sombra, encostei-me na malfadada parede onde o sol não chegava, e logo ali após aqueles segundos para recuperar o fôlego comecei a suar, que bela parede aquela, que belo canto, quase escondido, meio ideal para ideias perversas que quase num imediato me assaltaram a alma….

Imaginei-me mais logo, quando a lua já tiver tomado o lugar o sol, aquele canto tão escondido, que ninguém, nem luz por perto tem, e as vontades assolapadas, só me apetece é levar-te para la e consumar este desejo perverso de te possuir naquele gaveto, junto há aquela parede, tem um pequeno beiral de uma janela, talvez a janela de um armazém, mesmo bom para apoiares esse rabo tão delicioso que me deixa louco, quando agarro nele e as minhas vontades se descontrolam, mas ali mesmo, podes encostar o teu corpo, apoiar as tuas nádegas, enquanto certamente que nos devoramos quais animais irracionais com um quarto tão perto…

Possuir-te ali mesmo, possuir o teu corpo, penetrar-te profundamente enquanto seguro as tuas pernas que me deixam entrar de forma selvagem no teu profundo prazer, os nossos silêncios ofegantes, descontrolados pela vontade, enlouquecidos pelo desejo, perversamente enfurecidos pelo prazer do momento, sabe-se lá qual de nós deseja mais uma parede na sua vida, uma parede para o seu orgasmo…

Sei dos nossos beijos arrebatados enquanto caminhamos de mão dada, quais namorados num passeio sem destino, mas o passeio esta marcado, é para aquela parede que te vou levar, naquele recanto vou provocar a tua ira, vou remexer os nossos beijos, vou agitar as nossas caricias, vou excitar-te tanto, quanto tu me excitas a mim…

 Quero as nossas línguas amordaçadas uma na outra, quero as nossas mãos perdidas pelos nossos corpos, acariciando, provocando, excitando lentamente a nossa ânsia pelo prazer, por vezes rápido, por vezes intenso, muitas vezes lento, os beijos que foram nos lábios, se perderem pelo pescoço, dentadinhas indecentes que se perderam pelo pescoço e num ápice se afundaram nos montes onde os mamilos, outrora calmos, se excitam a cada toque de uma língua travessa, e quando ao fundo surge um ruído, a excitação de ser apanhado, sou literalmente empurrado, procurando o prazer, beijando o clitóris, sentindo o calor do sexo quente e húmido, sou preso, aprisionado entre as pernas pelo prazer de uma satisfação…

Já não existe mais excitação ou tesão que nos valha,  que parede aquela que nos deixa loucos, as mãos que discretamente nos masturbando selvaticamente, respirações já mais que descontroladas, apenas sobra o instinto animal, o fogo arde brando, as roupas que caem aos pés, os corpos que se colam, a penetração violenta, profunda, soltamos mais que um puro gemido de tesão, soltamos um grito de prazer uníssono, e mesmo assim não nos coibimos de parar a avalanche de prazer que desejamos, as tuas pernas nos meus braços, os meus lábios perdidos nos teus, os nossos movimentos que se devoram de forma brusca, violenta, e da mesma forma que tudo começou, tudo acaba, o espasmo do orgasmo abraça os nossos corpos, extenuados ficamos ali, meio em cima um do outro, com mais fome um do outro…

Sobram roupas a mais, e o desejo é por mais, chega de paredes em recantos públicos, vamos procurar outras paredes mais caseiras, onde o prazer, certamente, irá continuar….

 
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from i.

The road was quiet that monday morning. Already with a smile on their faces, while he drove them steadily to their destination, she was daydreaming about what was to follow. He kept one hand the wheel, the other caressing her thigh below the thin sundress.

She was bursting with love, joy and excitement, and, daring to take one look at him, their eyes met – and she saw what she wanted to see. The passion, the desire. And at the same time his expression… almost as if he was mad at her. He said he was not done with her yet, and was a sudden urge for her to rub her thighs against each other. They were exiting the highway now, and she knew their destination was close.

When they arrived, he pulled her immediately to him, and gave her a kiss that took her breath away, while pushing his body against her and her against the car. They could grab their things later, he said, and he grabbed her hand to guide her through the house and straight to the bedroom. She giggled with excitement, and he snapped at her

Don’t be so happy dear. I’m not feeling so kind today, and after your little stunt in the car you will be punished.

Yes, sir, she thought, not saying a word. She was ready for whatever he wanted… eager and waiting. He guided her to the bed, and kissed her again, lifting her dress in a swift move. She was already feeling so hot, and wet, and now she was even more exposed. Her navy blue lingerie was in full display, and she wanted more. He then grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall. “Close your eyes, and do not say anything unless I ask you to”. She nodded in agreement and closed her eyes. He backed away from her and went to pick up something from a drawer. She then felt his soft hands undoing the clasps on her lace bra, leaving her breasts at his disposal. And then, something cold… her nipples were hard, and she felt his mouth around each one, but after that, the cool metal of the clamps were around her nipples, making them hurt just enough. She moaned. He put his hand over her mouth and said “Shh. I know you like this. Don’t you?”

No.

You’re lying…” He caressed her thighs again and again and reached out for her clit. He rubbed it, hard. She was wet, and he took advantage of it, sliding his fingers inside her hole. “You see? You’re so wet for me already, but you have to stay still”, he said, and his hands reached for something else. Then, the feeling of something cold and leathery on her bellybutton spiked her interest and she opened her eyes. “Keep them shut baby, I’m going to make you my whore tonight”.

And then he striked her already tense breasts with that riding crop. Once. Twice. She moaned, and she was drooling and longing for him. He pulled on the clamps. She screamed harder in pleasure. He grabbed her again, and pushed her to the bed, bent over, her ass exposed for him. She felt the bite of the crop on her ass. Once. Twice. Three times. Her lace thong was ripped away, and he rubbed the tip of the crop against her pussy. Then again, he smacked her bare ass, leaving it burning. The riding crop against her pussy, she wanted to rub harder against it. He then slapped her wet cunt with it, hard. She moaned, and breathed “please”.

Oh no, you dirty slut. You’re not cumming anytime soon. Now it’s my turn to be creative.

He spread her legs wider, her ass up in a beautiful angle, and he took the riding crop to her clit. Smacked her ass in between. And then, he went to grab something else. She screamed when she felt the sting of the cane against her skin. One. Two. Ten times on each side. She was burning, dripping wet. He wanted to taste her…

He flipped her over and wrapped his hands around her wrists and held her arms in place. Kissing and licking her left thigh he moved his face up to the top of her slit. Her head is back down with her eyes closed. He opens his mouth and breath my hot air on her clit.

After another hot blessing from his mouth he returns to her right inner thigh and place another kiss and little bite to the same place. He felt her arms flex and heard an “oh” escape her lips. After another kiss he left a cool, wet trail to the junction of her legs.

With his mouth open, the hunger took over as he extended my tongue and plunged it in her.

Don’t forget you cannot cum unless I SAY SO.

Licking upwards he could taste her hot juices, then he closed my mouth around her engorged button. His tongue circles it gently and sucks with moderate force. He swallowed her wetness and released her clit.  He was lost in her, and forced himself to slow down the feeding frenzy, kissed her hardened clit and released her wrists.

I’m not done yet.

He took the riding crop against her sensitive clit again. And decided it was time to really test her. With the nipple clamps still embellishing her breasts, he looked at her, his own work of art. He took his clothes off, and she felt the bed sink besides her as he sat down. He pushed her legs apart, displaying all of her just for him and his enjoyment.

He slid one finger inside her. Then another. He tried the third one… she was so wet she could swallow him whole. So he told her to stay still, and kept pushing…  she was so wet and open for him, soon he had all of his hand inside her. He slowly took it out, and admired her, wide open, his slut.

Do you like that? Do you want me to open it more?

Yes, sir.

Before she knew it his hand was inside her again, touching her soft spot, and he was massaging her clit at the same time. She wanted to cum so bad, she wanted him to see the effect he had on her. Her legs started shaking, and she heard his voice:

Do you want to cum, you whore? You want to cum for me?

Yes, please, can i?

Cum for me, now!

He rubbed her clit harder and harder and she couldn’t take it anymore, so she came, hard, leaving his hand and the sheets wet as she moaned in absolute delight. But he kept going, “don’t stop cumming now, this is what you asked for”. She was wet, screaming and panting, her body shaking everywhere. She then dared to open her eyes, and found herself alone.

 
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from i.

The bus terminal was as busy as ever. People were rushing everywhere and the smell of gas was hanging in the air. In the midst of all the frenzy, she had finally arrived – the bus was early. Her mind was filled with thoughts of him, of his scent, of that bed. Her phone buzzed, and quickly she came down to earth.

“I’m here”, the text read. Her heart started racing as all she wanted was him. Through the crowd, he was still easy to spot, and handsome as usual. As soon as their eyes met, she didn’t think twice and almost ran to clash her lips against his. There were people everywhere, but the world stopped for them. Coming up for air, she breathed “hey you”. His eyes were glistening in those fluorescent lights, and he looked at her with heartwarming passion “I missed you”.

They held hands and went to the car. She was feverish with excitement, her clothes almost too much to bear. It was hot outside so that day she was wearing a simple navy sundress and high heeled sandals. She was still feeling warm, and in the back of her mind she knew she would be getting a lot warmer.

And now they were on their way. His right hand on her thigh, the left one on the steering wheel. She looked at him and the thought of his hands on her body crossed her mind, so she smiled. The road and the radio sound was like a lullaby to her, and, feeling sleepy, she closed her eyes. Seconds later, his hand was slowly going up her thigh, beneath the dress, and dangerously reaching her crotch. She was aching for him, and he was willing to find out how much, so pulling her lace thong to the side he felt her on his fingers. “So wet already, and I’m not even started with you”. He massaged her clit gently, and she opened her eyes. He said, “We’re almost there baby, don’t get too excited, you’re not cumming anytime soon”. Still sleepy, she said, “Yes sir”, and he massaged her harder. A soft moan escaped her lips, she wanted him badly, but then she contained herself. Such a good girl, but she wanted to be a whore. Without warning, she put her hand on his jeans and felt the bulge. Aiming for the zípper to set him free, she was stopped. “Oh, baby. If you want to be my slut that bad, you should be doing that with your mouth”. And he pulled her head against his groin while they were entering the highway.

She grabbed the zipper with her teeth and pulled down. Right, now what? She stopped to find her next move and he pulled her hair again, lifted her head, freed his cock, and then pushed her head against him until she was choking. A tear was already messing her make up but she was hungry for him and started to suck. Licking the tip, swirling her tongue and then going for it to feel him in the back of her throat. He was getting harder, wet with precum and she tasted him. He thrusted his hips so she could swallow all of him, and there, as she was sucking harder and harder, he was getting closer and closer. One more gear shift, and he grabbed her head again, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. Again. She was tearing up but he made her mouth fuck him. One more push, he was trembling. Another, she sucked him and felt the cum all the way down her throat. She kept swallowing him whole as he shot his load on her mouth.

When he was done, he gently pulled her head back and gave her a kiss. “You’re such a good slut, honey. We’re reaching our exit. I’ll have my way with you soon enough”. And she smiled.

 
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from i.

Never have I ever thought I would be so much into a woman as I was about her. There was something so enticing, so endearing about her, that I just couldn’t stop thinking. What would she smell like? Feel like. Taste like.

And it has been a while since I wanted a woman as bad as I wanted her. Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of beautiful women out there. But this one was absolutely special. And so when we talked and went for coffee, I never dreamed we would end up in her room and I would be gladly at her feet.

She was astonishingly beautiful – the makeup, the jeans that looked oh-so-good on her ass (that I so wanted to grab)… you can only imagine that taking my eyes off her was absolutely impossible. I was so anxious on the way out of the coffee shop. Getting inside the room, she smacked my ass, hard, and asked me to undress. And there I was, all black lingerie, with that goddess in front of me looking at me with a devilish smile. I knew what was about to come next – lips clashing, she smacked my ass again. And again. She gently pushed me and bent me over against the wall, asking me to stay still.

And then… one slap after the other, my ass turning red. In between, she decided to check if I was wet enough already, so she slid her fingers between my legs and tasted me. “Good girl, you’re so wet, I can see you want to play”. Oh, and I wanted to. She could grab her toys, or whatever, but then I just found myself saying “I’d like you to sit on my face, I really want to taste you”.

There were hands everywhere after that, clothes on the floor, and I fell flat on the bed with her on top of me. Legs apart, her pussy on my face – and she was so wet. I tasted it first. One lick. Then I sucked hard on her clit, and she started riding my tongue and moaning softly. I decided then that I should test her hole with my fingers – she was riding my tongue harder and harder, almost choking me with her thighs, and I really wanted to find that sweet spot that would make her tremble. So I went for it… two fingers in that warm and wet cunt, she was moaning, and I was fucking her and feeling the inside of her.

She was moving harder, moaning louder, and I could tell I was doing something right. I kept massaging that spot, with my other hand I pulled her down to me, and that was when she started shaking and dripping so hard I had no chance but lick that orgasm out of her. All of it.

Having had enough of me for the time being, she decided it was time to play. So there I was, lying on the bed, covered in her scent, ready and waiting. She grabbed my ankles and spread my legs, leaving me wide open for her, and told me:

Now be a good girl and do not move

I wasn’t restrained by anything other than my full desire to obey to her every desire, so I gladly obliged. I closed my eyes briefly, and I heard something vibrate… And then I felt it against my very sensible and wet clit. She was rubbing that wand softly against it, little to no pressure, and I was already wanting more, struggling not to move and rub my cunt harder on that toy. She said:

Shhh, I thought I told you not to move.

And she slapped my cunt so hard, I was moaning before I could even realize it. Then, she was playing me, teasing me to the brink of insanity – slapping my clit, rubbing it, testing my holes with her fingers. I was so close to orgasm, and she knew it. She said «not yet baby, I still have a lot to do with you». I bit my lip to the sound of those magical words and held back, while she kept that sweet pace of delicious torture.

Suddenly, everything stopped, and I didn’t know where I was anymore. But wait… She was holding a different toy in her hands. It was a very appealing double-sided dildo, and as much as I loved toys, I was eager to feel her rubbing herself against me. On her back, on her side, it didn’t even matter. And when she slid that thing inside me, over and over again, I was just waiting for the moment she would want to join me, and we could hit the spot together.

When she decided it was time, she used the other end of the dildo on her and came closer to me, allowing me to disobey the «stay still» order and rub her clit. Not like she minded that at all, we were just there, legs spread, fucking each other, she was pulling me to her, and I was pulling her to me. Driving each other crazy with each movement, I finally started trembling again, and I wanted to cum so bad I then heard her say «come, baby, now it’s our turn». And that was when I fell apart wrapped in her.

 
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from i.

She woke up in the middle of the night with the most uncommon feeling in her body. Was she still half asleep? Startled? Lustful, horny? Or just longing… Yes, she thought. She was longing for him, yet again. Those days were hard to pass by and even harder to forget. Not that she ever wanted to. 

The longing began way before that night. They met at the city center, early in the morning. He was as handsome as ever, and she couldn’t wait to be alone with him for that drive. They got in the car, the scent of him overpowering everything else. He began driving, they started talking, and the ride became shorter than expected. 

There was a deserted beach waiting for them. No one to be seen for miles. They sat down talking, the view was amazing, her brain was all about him and her heart was racing. It was a beautiful day, hot outside, and she did not plan on going to the beach so… she would either change there or just embrace it and be naked. But the red lingerie set was not beach ready either, so, in a rather silly move she stood behind him while he was distracted with something else, took off her pants, took off her red lace thong and bra and put on her swimsuit as fast as she could. A black swimsuit that really enhanced her breasts, and was sheer up to her belly button. She wanted his attention, all of it, only on her, and that shouldn’t be that hard, there were only two people there… Herself, and him. 

They were talking for a while, she was feeling really really hot, heart still racing, feeling his presence everywhere. And she could feel it between her legs… getting warmer, wet. She wanted him. Right then and there. Little did she know that her patience would soon be rewarded.

When she got up to dip her feet in the cold water, trying to calm her nerves somehow, he held her from behind and moved her hair from her neck, leaving it exposed.. and he planted a soft kiss that gave her the chills and made her clit tingle. He kissed her again, and again, grabbed her waist and pulled her close… so close she could feel his dick getting hard beneath the shorts. Damn, how she wanted that man. She turned around and kissed him, letting his hands reach the nape of her neck and pull her closer, their lips tied, tongues dancing, and breathing getting heavier by the second. He then guided her hand to his shorts, so she could feel the full extent of his cock ready and waiting.. and put his hand between her legs. Feeling her cunt wet, so wet and wanting him, he pulled her bathingsuit to the side and slided two fingers inside of her. Fucking her with his hand and covering her mouth with the other as she was starting to moan. Then moved on to feel her clit, and started massaging her, driving her crazy… Until he whispered in her ear:

do you like this?

yes…

I’d like you on your knees right now sucking my cock

He slapped her almost bare ass, and grabbed her head for a hard kiss. She got down on her knees, biting her lip, took off his shorts, and then took him in her mouth. He tasted so good, she licked and sucked and gagged on that dick like there was no tomorrow…tasted the precum and delighted herself on his soft moans.

When he had enough, he pulled her to him, and kissed her, licking her lips and feeling his taste on her mouth. Then he asked her to bend over, which she gladly did. Her bathing suit was pulled to the side again… and she could feel him slide inside her tight pussy. Slowly at first.. a pleasure wave came through her so unexpectedly that she moaned loud, forgetting where she was. He said “shhh, baby, slow down… I’m going to fuck you now”. And she begged him to. His cock was inside her cunt again, she was wet and still wanted more… In and out, harder… HARDER… Her legs were trembling every time he pushed against her, every inch of him inside. And then he asked “do you want to cum?” Of course she wanted to, she couldn’t take much longer… and then he was fucking her, harder and faster, and an orgasm came through her so intense she could barely hear him anymore. He was inside her, both cumming now. 

Their breathing heavy, bodies sweating, a final kiss and then they just collapsed in the sand, hearing the waves crash around them.

 
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from Lunahushpoo

São, Seguro e Consensual (SSC) teve a sua origem em pequenos grupos gay S/M, envolvidos na educação e ativismo nos anos 80 em Chigado e Nova York.

Em 1983 David stein; Martin Berkenwald, Bob Gillespie, membros do New York Gay Male S/M Activists (GMSMA), publicaram um relatório ao comité fraseando São, Seguro e Consensual (SSC). Sem a menor ideia quão influentes estas palavras viriam a ser na comunidade kinky no mundo!

Dada a importância do código SSC (Safe Sane Consensual) para o BDSM, e o desafio posterior do RACK (Risk-Aware Consensual Kink), pensei em escrever um pouco sobre este tema.

Os clubes gays de S/M, experienciavam um pequeno número de predadores, intitulados de “Dominantes” que poderiam atacar os participantes mais jovens e/ou recém-chegados à cena e empurrá-los para atividades sem a plena consciência ou concordância do indivíduo com a atividade ou riscos; sem consentimento, ou seja, informado. Havia também pessoas que tinham boa ética e preocupação com os outros, mas seu nível de conhecimento técnico em atividades como escravidão e chicotadas não correspondia ao seu níveis de entusiasmo. Ao mesmo tempo, o jogo S/M muitas vezes lançava respostas emocionalmente complexas que eram auxiliadas por uma boa comunicação e discussão. A comunidade S/M atendeu a essas preocupações com educação, suporte aos praticantes e discussão sobre ética.

A resposta dos grupos gays de S/M foi procurar construir uma comunidade que ajudasse a defender a educação, a comunicação entre as pessoas, o consentimento e o jogo seguro e são.

Durante uma discussão sobre SSC (Safe, Sane and Consensual) surge RACK (Risk-Aware, Consensual Kink) como alternativa.

As motivações para a criação do código RACK foram:

·         Nada é perfeitamente seguro.

Se quisermos limitar o BDSM ao que é seguro, não podemos usar mais extremo do que “esparguete cozido” em práticas S/M.

Os alpinistas por exemplo não chamam seu desporto de seguro, pela simples razão de que não é; O risco é uma parte essencial da emoção. Eles lidam com isso identificando e minimizando o risco por meio de estudo, treinamento, técnica e prática.

·         A negociação não pode ser válida sem o conhecimento prévio dos possíveis riscos envolvidos na atividade que está sendo negociada. “Ciente dos riscos” significa que ambas as partes em uma negociação estudaram as atividades propostas, são informadas sobre os riscos envolvidos e concordam como pretendem lidar com eles. Surge então “consciente do risco” em vez de “seguro”.

·          A parte “sã” do CSC é muito subjetiva. A pessoa A pode considera insano, as pessoas B e C podem gostar muito. “

O RACK é reconhecidamente mais controverso do que o SSC. É desafiador Assenta na responsabilidade e consenso.

Para praticantes conhecidos como “Edgeplayers”, com maiores elementos de risco de dano, o RACK forneceu-lhes uma estrutura que encorajou seu direito e defesa – para se entregar ao “Nada é seguro. Entendemos que nossas praticas podem ser arriscadas ou perigosas. É uma escolha nossa. É assim que somos. Estamos cientes dos riscos. Somos educados. Sabemos o que estamos fazendo. A escolha é nossa.”

O RACK veio colocar os players num maior awareness dos riscos que correm, levando os players a procurarem informação.

Estar ciente do risco é entender que a atividade ou atividades em que você está se envolvendo carrega um grau de perigo e potencial de dano indesejado e que alguns desses elementos podem sair do seu controle. Alguns players fazem comparações entre a escolha de se envolver em BDSM e atividades como alpinismo ou paraquedismo; há uma consciência dos possíveis resultados.

Por outro lado, estando os players informados e educados em relação a riscos associados, têm em seu poder as ferramentas que lhes permite minorar riscos dentro do possíveis.

 
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from NMF

Preciso de me sentir louco, preciso que o cheiro da tua pele me deixei inebriado, que me deixe completamente fora de mim, porque quero, porque desejo, por anseio repetir tudo, novamente, toda a noite, toda a manhã, toda a tarde, de todas as maneiras diferentes…

Não te quero provar dentro do elevador, quero subir cada degrau, segurando as tuas coxas, libertando o teu corpo de peças de roupa, tirar-te as cuecas no primeiro andar, fazer-te vir contra a parede no segundo andar, sacar-te o soutien no terceiro, e sabe-se lá se não acabamos encavalitados no sótão, nem quero saber…

Quero sim, os teus lábios contra os meus, com aqueles beijos cegos que quando roubados são tensos de intensos, sente-se o corpo palpitar de excitação, sente-se o falhar das pernas quando a caricia atrevida se intromete entre os lábios da vagina e acaricia o clitóris, suave, suavemente como uma pena que também morde, e todas aquelas sensações que fazem estremecer, mesmo quando a minha outra mão tapa os teus lábios para te impedir de gemer alto, enquanto os meus lábios se perdem pelo teu pescoço, onde o teu cheiro me deixa completamente excitado…

Só me apetece mesmo arrancar este teu vestido que quase nada tapa, as tuas cuecas no bolso das calças, o soutien no outro bolso, e o vestido, que ânsia tenho de to arrancar, de te possuir, pois sei bem que os meus dedos estão quentes e húmidos de ti, mesmo que os outros dedos estejam trincados dos teus dentes pelos teus gemidos, e sim, adoro ser um pouco perverso, adoro estar aqui na escada do prédio, correndo o risco de ser apanhado, no canto da escada contigo no canto, apertada pelo meu corpo, com os meus dedos dentro de ti, e que quentes e escorregadios eles estão, e a cada toque mais perverso, sinto a tua fraqueza cada vez mais tensa, mais explosiva, e o orgasmos que esta ali ao virar da esquina, que devia ser algo a dois, mas vou ser egoísta, vou fazer-te vir nos meus dedos, vou segurar os teus gemidos com a minha mão, e vou sentir o teu corpo colapsar de prazer, e tudo porque posso, porque quero…

Não te faças de fraca que eu sei que não és, aquele apertão contra a parede apenas despertou mais a fera que existe em ti, e sei bem, enquanto ficamos ali no vão de escada que apenas despertei a fera, que não esta satisfeita e quer mais, e as suas mãos atrevidas que agora me procuram, tentando travar a minha marcha escadas acima, procurando a minha cintura para se encaixar bem nas coxas, enquanto danças as ancas de uma forma excitante e perversa procurando deixar-me doido, duro e doido, aqueles roçares vigorosos, que me fazem despertar as ganas de me encaixar rapidamente para saciar este fogo que atiças…

Nem perto ficamos da porta, os beijos já passaram a inocência, são perversos, intimidantes, as mãos que já não procuram o que encontraram, se um pinga de tesão, o outro brande argumentos vigorosos no ar vazio, apertado por uma mão sensual em movimentos de delírio, e no andar superior, no mesmo canto, a ousadia sobe de nível quando a luz se apaga, a saia que se levanta, o encostar a parede e soltar o sexo preso das calças, e o rápido tapar da boca enquanto se penetra intensamente e rapidamente, aquela sensação de calor que invade, o gemidos que se querem soltar, mas ficam no silencio, a mão que tapa a boca, a mão cujos dedos massacram os mamilos com prazer e os lábios que se encostam no pescoço, meio que beijando, meio que silenciando estas ganas de gemer intensamente…

E tão depressa como tudo começa, tudo acaba, a luz que acende provoca o orgasmo, violento, voraz, animal, gente na escada do prédio, apenas um rápido arranjar das roupas, e passar suado e molhado pelos vizinhos dando as boas tardes…

Chegados a casa, é hora de despir as roupas…

E…

 
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Doesn't matter if you are a Dom/me, a sub, a switch... If you are considering meeting someone for the first time, you should

Talk, talk, talk!

There's no such thing as to much talk while trying to know someone (nor after as long as you aren't doing anything else that implies the mouth being occupied. 😁)

There are no two people alike, otherwise we wouldn't take that long to choose someone 😉, so... talk, take your time and learn who's the person in front of you.

Doms don't need to be a Disney Prince able to read minds and know a sub every little desire and expectation. Subs aren't porn stars who will immediately drop naked on their knees if you say that you are a plumber.

There’s an old saying around here: “Your Kink Is Not My Kink But Your Kink Is Okay”” .... but doesn't imply you two are still compatible for anything else more than talk...

So:

  • Stay safe, go slow.
  • Talk, learn who's in front of you
  • You are not less male, less Dom if you say “no”. Leave that for the vanillas. 😉

#note #foodforthought

 
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