Aftercare

 I arrived one hour later, but still he hadn't finished the work. He didn't even noticed I had arrived. Every two seconds I could hear a heavy breathing and your tongue clicking. That wasn't very optimistic.

You were so deeply focused that I didn't go interrupt. Turned my back and began to walk to the kitchen, but then you said, still looking fixely to the computer monitors: "I'm, sorry. It doesn't seem like we're going anywhere tonight."

I nodded with my head. I wasn't disappointed, but rather sad about the stressful working situation he was in, and I couldn't help not a bit. I opened a bottle of wine and proceeded to cook some dinner. Was almost finishing when he came to the kitchen and served himself a glass.

"Did you make it?" - I asked.

"Nope. But its useless to keep insisting right now. I'm tired."- he answered.

"I see." -I went by his side, touching his glass with mine, with a tinkle. -"Come sit on the couch". Bebi o resto do vinho e comecei a massagear as costas dele. The heavy breathing was now from relaxing, and I could feel his shoulders getting softer as I squeezed them.

He closed his eyes, raised his head. I smiled, recognizing that expression I had so many times seen throughout the years and that  had the power of bringing to sight again the young boy that had grew into that bearded man. He sips the wine. I press my breasts against the back of his neck, he smiles and leans his head to his favorite pillows.

A comfortable silence. I'm not trying to guess what he's thinking, nor caring about any thoughts in general, absorbed and happy with my occupation at the moment. 

Happiness is sometimes so very tangible.

Morning glory

I woke up when the rising sunlight hit the curtains, giving the room a warm fuzzy glow. He was still heavy asleep by my side, eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar, the arm going under the pillow that cushioned his beautiful face, framed by flaming hair strands.

Ah, whoever sees you like this, My Angel, can't even guess how roughly you fuck me..!

How innocent you look while you sleep, without your eyes flashing that constant depraved gleam behind every childish smile.

They say one cannot tell the sex of angels. But in your case the Divine wanted to make really sure you were not to be mistaken in any way for a member of the heavenly militia. Your glorious sword made of flesh pierced my body and nailed my destiny.

You know me day and night, and you have entered me through every door. Fed me your seed, made me drink from your fountain.

You assured me of my own beauty, both outside and inside, proudly encouraging me to spread myself before, during and after each session. He was dedicated to widening my ass with so much impetus, I was afraid he would tear like a heifer's pussy.

In my contemplation of your dreams, the sight of your majestic cock, yet so peacefully relaxed, evokes in me the sensation of being deliciously broken into. The memory is enough to moisten my pussy. Nonchalantly, I groped my ass with my fingers, being careful not to hurt myself with the shiny black enameled nail.

That intruding little finger made my pussy drool even more. Beside me, your body is totally naked, asleep and helpless. And I am enjoying the privilege of your trust. There, among the soft sheets of any inn, you were an animal that possessed me between roars of pleasure, disposing of my body as you pleased. Now I was the one who had you in complete vulnerability.

To the materialization of this idea before my eyes, my entire body reacted. Between my smeared vaginal lips, my clit was becoming more bulging, stiff and sensitive as my thumb slid along it, rubbing the translucent and warm goo up to my asshole, and pushing more and more little fingers inside as the lust went on  increasing.

I was excited to rub my wet pussy on the tip of your dick, but you were turned face down, with one leg slightly bent, thrusting out a maliciously round butt, with smooth white skin, even more inviting under the pale reflections of the sun light.

I caressed my voluptuous breasts, licking and nipping at my lips in anticipation and longing to feast my mouth on your delicious ass, suck your balls, one by one with a roguish caress, teasing you with my tongue and fingertips until you surrender to a deeper kiss, penetrating you with my tongue as if groping for my craziest kinks.

It's already impossible for me to silence a little sob of desire. The movement of my own fingers was already becoming unsatisfactory and monotonous, at the sight of your body so ardently desired. I knelt between your legs and began to give you soft, slow licks. My hands gently splayed your manly narrow hips, while I rejoiced as I eagerly sucked and kissed that hot, anal, sacral, sacred area, hearing you moan as my face rubbed against your crotch.

Now you are awake and consciously surrendered to the carnal delirium that my body provides to yours, and you no longer have any qualms about vocalizing, between mutters and screams, which could very well be cursing in your complicated native language.

My hips curved almost involuntarily, demanding his male response. I squatted on his free hand so he could feel my hard and luscious sprout inviting his fingers to explore the elasticity of my ass that I've been training so disciplined.

As one hand fingered my throbbing pussy, the other came from under the sheet to take possession of my bottom. From the reflection in an old bedside dressing table, I continued to admire his body, still lying down, languid, in contrast to the hands working furiously inside my hips. I turned around and could see before my eyes his magnificent cock now swollen, visibly hot, pulsing. The image took me to the limit.

-I... can't take it anymore - I whimpered - I'll...!

I couldn't finish the sentence or reach the climax. In a sudden, unexpected movement, I suddenly had this man on top of me. The swollen cock that I had only glimpsed a second before now plunged mercilessly into my asshole.

I yelled. He grabbed my neck with a gooey hand. He slapped me twice on the jaw, more roughly than kindly.

-Very tasty. But sassy. You forgot... who's in control here.

He held my hands from behind, subduing me in an easy maneuver for his size. He cornered me on the bed, which was so high my feet didn't touch the floor, and what kept my body floating against the mattress was nothing but the deep thrusts of that cock inside me.

Bending his full weight on me, he began to grab me by my tits and mouth. But he didn't intend to stifle my screams. On the contrary

-Open your mouth, little bitch. I'll give you milk.

That said, he pulled his cock from my ass and started jacking it over my mouth, which he held open with his fingers. Part of the jet went straight down my throat, while another part spilled down my chin, smearing my breasts. You grabbed my cheeks with one hand, checking how much cum was left in my mouth and forcing me to swallow it all, pushing it down my throat with your still-hard cock.

Tears streamed down my eyes. "What's wrong"? - you asked, immediately realizing what was happening: "-You didn't cum, did you?"

Eagerly, I nodded, as if holding back the sobs. You reached down to my pussy, slapping it: "Cum now then!" - challenged me firmly.

I still felt the semen leaking from my gaped ass while you stretched my cunt with your fingers. "How many do you need to cum, you fuckmeat?" - you yelled, leaving only your pinky out, rubbing my clitoris.

In less than a second, I came like crazy, convulsing and writhing in jets so full and liquid I was afraid I was peeing. My cracked ass still gurgled cum.

When I stopped shivering, I smiled contentedly at you, who looked at me raptly, in a way similar to the way I was admiring you while you were sleeping that morning.

-Good morning my love. 

 

Off the rails on a crazy train cabin

     Life’s been shitty. Big deal. I doubt that death would taste any better, either. So, I write, which is pretty much an in-between.

    I write a lot because no one cares about listening to my adult ranting. That’s O.k. One thing I’ve sure learnt in these almost two decades living as a teenager is that it’s just okay that people don't really care about each other. This even makes way more sense than one that is constantly concerned about other people’s lives.

    Soon it will be september again. (“You and me? I don’t remember. When did spring come in September?”). Yellow september. Anti suicide campaigns everywhere. I don’t really know where they got to call it “yellow”. Yellow sure represents despair way better than hope. No wonder why hope is represented by green. Green is like the opposite of yellow as well. Green is nature for food and shelter, yellow is the gold of greed and well, despair.

    Plus, I’ve been specially distracted by a peak of sexual tension, and I've been clinging to that as a drug, with serious addiction levels.

    I wonder if heterossexuality and monogamy are nothing but old-fashioned kinks. So, my parents educated me to chase these ideals as dogmas written in stone. But lately I’m getting more comfortable admitting that I love these- and many others! - kinks. In my very own personal way. (“My desires are...unconventional.”)

    I have not the slightest idea right now of how it looks or feels like to be in a cabin all to myself in a train. Passenger trains are already a transportation modal that is far from usual in my third-world-latina reality. Unless we’re talking about urban trains and subways. But these don't have cabins. Not even a W.C.

    So, I was intrigued by the idea of a private cabinet on a train. Somehow I imagined it like the space of an elevator, or such. Equipped with some...door? And then no one would see us inside, or come in. Would be our private, very very very small, mobile hotel room. Or so. I have no idea, and feel like Googling it would break a little bit of this silly imagination game.

    The closest ambient I can imagine is the train WCs. And believe me, I can clearly visit and revisit all the dirty movies I’ve made in my mind during three or four of our train trips…

    You send me a pic of your impressive cock. (“Something from last night..!”). Of course, pictures of this magnificent living monument to the male phallic genitalia are always welcome anytime. ANYTIME. From anytime from right now to any other moment that there is a picture of your dick was taken or will be.

    Anyway, maybe it’s 2 a.m and all the other passengers are asleep. Corridor lights are dimmed, as the long night flights I faced a couple of couple of times across the Atlantic just to kiss your goddamned perverted smile once again. The sweetest motherfucker I’ve ever met. No doubt.

    I would sure be wearing a skirt, for I’ll want to make my pussy easily accessible. But expect me to be wearing something on...or around it. It’s up to you to find out and deal with it.

    A perfect scene so easy to picture. I’d sit on your lap, and no longer my feet would touch the floor. You’ll use your legs to spread mine, pressing your crotch against my buttcheeks, making sure I can feel your cock growing harder from under your pants. Would you take my panties off? Or would you carefully check on how wet I already am, before moving on..?

    I imagine your long and impetuous fingers sliding decidedly into my throbbing soaked hole. (“How many fingers would you force in...?") Or would you think that I’m already so dripping wet that you will just lube all your fingers one by one, dipping them into my pussy juices and then use them to stretch my asshole...from the pinky to both thumbs.

    You filled my mouth with your sticky fingers, forcing it open, as you slapped my face and pulled my hair, guiding me to suck your fingers clean and prepare my throat to get fucked.

    In such a small place, I seem to feel even more tiny in contrast with your massive figure. I’m sure you’ll find the best position to ram your cock all at once down through my throat, until I’m suffocating, shaking, mutely begging in despair (“yellow, gold and greed”) for you to take it off and let me breathe, as you will force my hands to keep fingering my ass, toying my pussy or simply held tight, helpless while you try to feel the edge of whatever you are pushing inside my lower holes, with the head of your cock ripping me from the opposite end.

    Sure, I’ll need to have makeup removal tissues at reach, because no beauty routine can barely survive two seconds of the wild facefucking session that follows.

    What kind of positions could we explore in a cabin like that? I trust you to find a comfortable way of sitting hard on my face and let me drown while sucking your balls eagerly as my primaire mammal instincts demands. Coke me on your hot pulsating meat and smear my own spit over my eyes and mouth, serving your own delicious butthole for me to kiss in delight, and you’ll hear me moaning loud out of purest lustful pleasure.

    It's difficult to put in reasonable words all the million dirty sequels for the previously narrated. I somehow don’t think you would bother to undress me for this fuck. Maybe taking off my panties, exposing my boobs from the bra cups under a partially destroyed shirt. Fuck me straight from over the fishnet stockings.

    I’m soaked wet and drooling my pants while writing you these daydreams. I’m given, I’m open and exposed, but still I want to twerk on your cock with my ass instead to take you too roughly into my pussy, that haven’t been fucked for years...I want the ending where you pull me butts up to the floor or couch or whatever, and shoves your firehot dong intensely and deep enough to gap me tremendously open. I wanna cum with you slapping my cunt as I hold my gaping asshole beautifully thirsty to drink your hot sperm… I love to feel it gushing from my arse, in between my legs, dripping from your cock to my lips...my tits…

    Yeah, I’m sure I’ve never been on a train cabin. But it must be fun.

I'm trying.

 Don't give up yet.

Cum or die.

     Been a long time. But I don't remember promising I'd never post again...nor that I would post more often, of anything. Things change. My life is far from that kinda bored little girl I was.

    But then something interesting happened, and I feel like it's a story worth registering here, just for the hell of it.

    I've been under psychiatric help for a while now, to cope with the anxiety and ridiculous panic attacks I've developed. Although I really wouldn't want to have any "mind-controlling" drugs, Can't say its not helping, at least with these time of pandemics....

    Well, the Doctor put me then into a new substance, a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor. An antidepressant, so to say. Well, somehow this thing must help me dealing with the anxiety or panic.. but its said to provoke anorgasmia. If one can't guess what it means, it's when one is unable to have an orgasm, no matter how excited and stimulated.

    Big deal. I'm quarantined at home with my family, in a house with no privacy to the point that if I turn on a vibrator at night, someone will hear, and I don't doubt my mother to come see if everything's okay. It's obvious that even my solo sex life had become almost impossible. When things get way too hard to ignore, I might masturbate in the shower, but it's not that confortable.

    This picture given, here's the story: It was one of these days and I was burning from inside of sexual hunger. I totally needed to cum. Maybe I wasn't yet under the side effects of the medicine. Afterall, in fact, I hadn't feel that aroused in quite a long time. So I went to the bathroom, undressed, spreaded my legs and started touching myself, bringing some sexy thoughts to feed my imagination.

    I don't really recall what I was picturing, but it involved a hungry mouth eating my pussy and drooling it all over as I could clearly feel my pussy juices dripping through between my legs and wetting my asshole. I was soaked wet and could feel my swollen pussy as I fingered it. I was about to cum, and I could bet It would come as squirting...

...but indeed, no matter how close I was, I couldn't come.

    Bang! Of course my thoughts left the sexy context to question if that was the 'anorgasmia' effect, at last. But at same time it's obvious that this change of subject was cooling me down...And I didn't want to cool down, I wanted to cum. More than that: I NEEDED to cum. I would relax and go back to my fantasies and I'd cum. That whole anorgasmia thing was just a self-suggested thought. My mind's full of playing tricks on me. And I'm tired of falling for it.

    Still, for more than I was aroused and ready to explode, the fireworks wouldn't blast. And I kinda started to get anxious about it. And then I noticed that my heart was beating way too fast - was it the arousement or the medicine? Oh, well, I was so excited that I couldn't stop, I was determined to cum... But my heart was about to explode. That wasn't right.Maybe if I cum, I could have a heart attack. Oh, gosh, my arm is numb. Is it from the frentic rubbing, or am I having a stroke? Oh,my..! What if I die right here, outside the running shower, all spreaded and with a swollen red pussy. Damn my family would be ashamed. That wasn't normal. I wonder if guys who take Viagra ever think they might die of a cardiac arrest while fucking. That was pretty much what I was thinking, while I couldn't ignore the heatwave and the weird way that the tachycardia was actually making it somehow more arousing...

I came. Not as wonderfully as I thought it would come, but it sure brought the relief I was needing. In the next minute or two, all went back to normal. And I was feeling healthy and in a good mood.

Finally, I entered the shower.

    

Ah, by the way...

 ...remember that the challenge was to keep my pussy unpenetrated? Forget about, I've miserably lost it. Spent half the night sliding a dildo in and out my soaked swollen hot pussy. Didn't swallow it aaaall the way inside, but deep enough for cumming like crazy.

I wonder how many seconds I can hold before cumming with a real dick inside me.

Twisted Old Lady

Apparently I've been writing here for quite a long time already. Sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on the urge. But I always end up coming back here. Call it faithfulness...

I don't think I've lost much for not having as much sex as I'd prefere to, so far. Being a picky bitch is quite worthy, even for self-esteem purposes. But by this age I've noticed I should be even more sincere to myself about my fantasies.

First and most controversial one, probably, is that I have a serious 'bromance' fetish. If I see gay men kissing, that doesn't affect me at all. But if I see this kind of sexy interaction between hetero men, this totally soaks up my panties. And I hadn't really try pegging, but I've found out that I'm totally up for it.

Plus, I'm not into eating other girl's pussy, but I don't mind if it's a man or a woman eating mine. I've had menáges with multiple women and one man, but never had more than one man on me...and would be quite a plus if I'd get to see some 'brotherly love' in action.

It's friday. September 11th. Covid-19 quarantine. I'm home-officing and in the middle of worktime. Not even 9:30 a.m. And I'm seriously thinking about getting fucked and sharing some cocksucking with my sexy inspiration.

Damn, I'm wet.

Can't challenge such a dirty mind.

 Humans are so interesting, and my experience is not different. Like, I've probably spent over a month without playing with my pussy at all, between July and August. But just one attempt of fullfilling a #NoFapSeptember challenge, and then comes this desperate urge to cum, mind fills with dirty fantasies and these thoughts haunts my mind all the time, even in dreams.

Last night I had to cum hard at least twice before sleeping. Had one after waking up soon before dawn and now it's approaching 30 minutes to noon and had to take a relief again after remembering this smoking hot and senseless dream I had...

I can't really remember which was the occasion, but there was some big party going on: people were well dress but enough to go to a fancy rock bar or so. I was in a corner of one of the porches with my avec, we were talking about life philosophy or some other kind of weird stuff we like to discuss as friends. And then came this guy carrying and obviously drunk girl to the couch. Both are laughing and looking happy.

As the girl was so drunk and so was the guy, they just fell onto the couch in a funny position. They laughed and she says she's comfortable, to what the guy answers "Well, it's comfortable for me, too!", and they remain on that position, he was pretty much sitting spread and she was leaning on him, her head on his lap, facing up.

 A guy came by, friend of the other two. I can't recall the conversation exactly they've had, but it was friendly talk. And then, out of nothing, the girl spreaded her legs and asked the newly came:

-Come here, lick my pussy.

He was surprised:

-What?!

-Come here..! - she whines - I'm so horny, but I'm too lazy for fingering now... Lick my pussy, make me cum.

The friend whom she was leaning on reached for her skirt and pulled it up: -She means it, bro: look at her pussy..!

-Should we leave them in privacy..? - I asked my Mr., but he made a gesture to keep quiet and wait.

I felt my heart beating faster as I kinda couldn't believe that was actually happening: the big guy simply too the girls panties off and started sucking her pussy as if it was a juicy fruit. She was laughing and moaning, as her friend on the couch kept watching and having a beer, as if there wasn't anyone else around nor anyone could come to the porch at anytime.

And that was precisely what happened, some people showed up, but got kinda embarassing and left. A small group of people started to watch from a distance. I wasn't that distant, but by then I understood that they didn't care at all if there were people watching. I was kinda envious of that freedom of spirit, of getting a huge tongue deeply going into your spread open pussy, in front of anyone that would be there to see.

My pussy was soaked, and I unconsciously started to rub my butt against my escort's cock. I could feel it throbbing from under the underwear and pants. Should I also ask him to make me cum..?

The girl on the couch wasn't laughing anymore, just moaning in pure delight, one could guess her level of relax by looking at her laid body given to pleasure on her friends's arms. His hands helped keeping her legs and pussy spread, as the other guy kept eating her deep and loudly.

I felt two fingers sneaking to under my dress and into my panties. I move my hips against them, silently begging for being fucked. The feeling of that fingers banging in and out my pussy was hardly a relief, but in fact a tease.

For a moment, I almost forgot what was going on on the couch: The girl had already pulled a rockened-hard cock to outside her friend's pants and it was jerking and licking it from balls to top while both guys squeezed her boobs freed from her cleavage. I was hoping the guy working on her pussy would fuck her with her cock. Or at least finger her asshole while he was eating her.

Unfortunately my dream didn't go on much further than that. I wasn't fucked, nor her. I woke up soaked, at the urge of having my body filled with dick. Bud didn't reach for any toy...I just rubbed my pussy until I came in a very long and wet orgasm, feeling the juice drips from pussy all the way through between the legs and soak the sheets from a blinking glossy ass-button.

So, apparently I couldn't keep too much time from masturbating... but maybe I should try counting again for how long I can take without getting my pussy penetrated...

#NoFapSeptember

Failed miserably

Just as mostly every other expectation for 2020.