If asked to describe the way she wanks me off, I would say -methodically -She is slow and thorough, exploring my groin, rubbing and stroking. She makes occasional mewing sounds of encouragement.
She does it her own way, dancing to her own tune.
She does it whether I need it or not.
She grips my penis firmly, too firmly. I have told her. She agrees with me, nods, smiles, mews, mumbles something in her broken english, and never changes her grip or stroke .....
She is kneeling between my legs, slightly hunched over, using both hands. She is stripped to the waist, having left her top and bra on my bathroom floor, always peeing for a long time before presenting herself with just her trousers on at the bedroom door. I motion her to come in and it starts again, a well rehearsed, long running play in 1 act.
She won't edge me, this does n't fit with what is running in her head.
She must see me cum.
I look into her eyes.
I never touch her.
When I am ready and start to move my hips in response to the feeling building deep inside, she reaches down with one hand to cup and squeeze my balls hard, too hard. She pushes her chest towards me as I cum, breasts swinging up as if to summon my juices, offering herself as a breakwater to the storm of my flow landing thickly on her naked chest.
She smiles as I ejaculate, counting the spurts quietly, releasing my balls, working harder on the down strokes after each jump of my cock. The pain builds, I tell her to stop, it's enough -
She reaches for tissues to wipe down her breasts and belly and leans in again with moist tissues to clean me.
I lie back, she smiles, I smile. She asks if she was good.
I nod my thanks. She finishes cleaning me and moves to get dressed.
She takes away the pain for a time , as she cleans my house, slowly and methodically.
She shouts her farewell up the stairs. I hear the front door slam, I lie motionless.
I don't know where she comes from or where she goes to.
She is my house cleaner.
Take care
Alex
Friday 21 September 2007
Thursday 20 September 2007
(self) love struck (1)
Things I have wanked into/onto:
my hand, obviously. .
bed
toilet
shower
the sea !
tissues
towels
the carpet
knickers into the crotch or tied onto my dick
a bra
a pillow
a dress
the ground
someone's pussy
someone's tits
someone's back
someone 's face
the wall behind my bed
myself
a condom
a hot tub
the gap between the mattress and the divan
porn mags
hello magazine
page 3 of the sun
my pants
cycling shorts
a hole in the wall with a load of chicks behind it in a bar in mexico
a sock
curtains
a plastic bag
shopping catalogues
pics printed off FLICKR
I think there are a few more, I will give it some serious thought and come back to you soon.
take care and have a good life,
Alex
my hand, obviously. .
bed
toilet
shower
the sea !
tissues
towels
the carpet
knickers into the crotch or tied onto my dick
a bra
a pillow
a dress
the ground
someone's pussy
someone's tits
someone's back
someone 's face
the wall behind my bed
myself
a condom
a hot tub
the gap between the mattress and the divan
porn mags
hello magazine
page 3 of the sun
my pants
cycling shorts
a hole in the wall with a load of chicks behind it in a bar in mexico
a sock
curtains
a plastic bag
shopping catalogues
pics printed off FLICKR
I think there are a few more, I will give it some serious thought and come back to you soon.
take care and have a good life,
Alex
Monday 17 September 2007
letting go
I saved reading sexegesis' entry here until the right time presented itself to me when I can savour her excellent prose while edging my painfully stiff cock ...Anyway, that was the plan when I started to read her wonderful account "Ex-Egesis", having earlier stopped at the fateful line "that night I shaved my pussy" .
When I returned later, I had been edging for a while and wanted to finish off urgently. I was firmly in the pre-ejaculatory phase, where the slightest additional pressure would be enough to send me to that place of no return where my milky fluid would pump out of me. I had a soiled agent provocateur g string tied below the head of my cock so that by varying the pressure of the 2 side strings, -hence double squeezing my cock head between silky cords - , could maintain the keen edge of my orgasm.
The towel I was sitting on contained pools of precum and I was in a state of oblivious anxiety. Anyway, I think you get the picture.
When she mentioned you had to pee, I considered just letting go there and then as I love reading about and seeing women peeing or obviously needing to (ain't alcohol wonderful?)
and was forced to remove the string in order to struggle to continue through the story. (I am getting aroused again writing this and hope you are too).
Having taken a short break, I retied the string and continued reading. I literally could n't sit still in my agitation and desire to explode with runny juice.
Needless to say , when I read the part about her peeing in the middle of her orgasm, without any further pressure on my cock, it simply erupted , tearing spurt after spurt of cum out of me. having not touched my cock during orgasm I was able to stand up and have another full orgasm and 3 or 4 more going to dry before my knees buckled beneath me. I realised I was shouting her name as I came.
When I returned later, I had been edging for a while and wanted to finish off urgently. I was firmly in the pre-ejaculatory phase, where the slightest additional pressure would be enough to send me to that place of no return where my milky fluid would pump out of me. I had a soiled agent provocateur g string tied below the head of my cock so that by varying the pressure of the 2 side strings, -hence double squeezing my cock head between silky cords - , could maintain the keen edge of my orgasm.
The towel I was sitting on contained pools of precum and I was in a state of oblivious anxiety. Anyway, I think you get the picture.
When she mentioned you had to pee, I considered just letting go there and then as I love reading about and seeing women peeing or obviously needing to (ain't alcohol wonderful?)
and was forced to remove the string in order to struggle to continue through the story. (I am getting aroused again writing this and hope you are too).
Having taken a short break, I retied the string and continued reading. I literally could n't sit still in my agitation and desire to explode with runny juice.
Needless to say , when I read the part about her peeing in the middle of her orgasm, without any further pressure on my cock, it simply erupted , tearing spurt after spurt of cum out of me. having not touched my cock during orgasm I was able to stand up and have another full orgasm and 3 or 4 more going to dry before my knees buckled beneath me. I realised I was shouting her name as I came.
Tuesday 11 September 2007
The gates of oblivion
The empty house beckoned eagerly. I had the vital ingedients for a perfect wanking session - an internet connection, a selection of panties, a hard penis, a willing hand and solitude. The planets had aligned specifically to enable me to stroke out my wildest fantasies. I had been building up to this for the day at work, surfing my favourite blogs and sites and now anxiously awaited fulfillment. I slowly worked up to an edging frenzy until i could not touch my cock with my fingers otherwise I would cum. I could only gently, very gently stroke around it's base with the silky knickers. Any touch further up my penis would preciptitate a flood of cum. I willed my penis to go flacid, pulled the panties away,closed down the browser window, only to return all to the same state. This I did over 4 complete cycles going from flacid to pre-ejac more and more rapidly. The 4th cycle, I allowed the sweaty precum stained knickers to float gently down onto my rock hard cock. That action coupled with a pic of an hirsute goddess holding herself wide , made my cock jump and kick over into full orgasm mode, I rode it, knees buckling as I pumped out 6 heavy spurts of cum. While still hard I was only able to have 4 more orgasms.
Hirsute does n't normally do anything for me . . . it wasn't my pic of choice having clicked the wrong link in pure desperation. . .
in another post, -- things that do and things that don't , turn me on,
Enjoy your life, there is no reason not to pleasure yourself today and every day!
Hirsute does n't normally do anything for me . . . it wasn't my pic of choice having clicked the wrong link in pure desperation. . .
in another post, -- things that do and things that don't , turn me on,
Enjoy your life, there is no reason not to pleasure yourself today and every day!
Monday 10 September 2007
Asian babe & Yankee Girl, or - Don't leave your gym kit lying around
In the mid 90s I worked an evening shift at a large investment bank in the city of London. It was a very boring job but enabled me to have access to a large amount of wanking material and plenty of wanking opportunities.
Late in the evening, I would wander round the deserted trading floor, looking for gymbags. I had already worked out where the good looking girls sat and most of them worked out regularly. What they did not do was to take their kit home with them, but left them under or next to their desks. I suppose they must have rotated their clothing or simply enjoyed working out with sweaty clothes on.
While I accept rifling through people's private property is , how shall we say, unethical, my lust for sweaty female clothing overrode any qualms I had.
I had 2 favourite girls, others came and went...
The first was "asian babe" - a petite Asian 30-something. She always took the opportunity of changing her work knickers after her session, so there were 2 precious objects left in the bottom of her gym bag:- her knickers from the morning , always rolled tightly mirroring the way she had rolled them off her pussy and down her legs in the changing room. The second was her sweaty gym shorts. I would note with interest the colour & style of her panties - ranging from sensible white pants often with heavy staining, to silky, filmy g-strings.
My other favourite was a loud blond American girl of about 35 . she wore high heels in the office which were kicked under the desk when I was there and sneakers to work. Her sportware was expensive and her underwear was always tiny white rich smelling g strings.
On a typical night I would check out the contents of the bags, extract the goodies and retreat to my desk letting the anticipation build. Under my desk I would take out my already stiff cock and rub their knickers up and down it, holding it gently encased in a pair of soiled,sometimes quite dirty yankee or asian sweaty girl panties . absolute bliss!!
The Asian was not fussy at wiping herself, her pussy or her butt. Her knickers were often soiled with dark urine stains, blood and other crusty matter. All grist to my mill!
When I could hold back my sperm no longer a dilemma presented itself to me - do I cum directly into the panties or pump out my need into a kleenex held in the other hand? I tried to avoid the former too many times . . . .
All that remained was for me to calm myself down, clean up and return the item from whence extracted. I never kept them.
When I finally linked with yankee girl, after we had fucked for the first time, I told her the whole story. She loved it and used to wank me off with my cock encased in her dirtiest knickers, I once persuaded her to wear the same ones for a week including after her period started. But that my friends is another story. . . .
Late in the evening, I would wander round the deserted trading floor, looking for gymbags. I had already worked out where the good looking girls sat and most of them worked out regularly. What they did not do was to take their kit home with them, but left them under or next to their desks. I suppose they must have rotated their clothing or simply enjoyed working out with sweaty clothes on.
While I accept rifling through people's private property is , how shall we say, unethical, my lust for sweaty female clothing overrode any qualms I had.
I had 2 favourite girls, others came and went...
The first was "asian babe" - a petite Asian 30-something. She always took the opportunity of changing her work knickers after her session, so there were 2 precious objects left in the bottom of her gym bag:- her knickers from the morning , always rolled tightly mirroring the way she had rolled them off her pussy and down her legs in the changing room. The second was her sweaty gym shorts. I would note with interest the colour & style of her panties - ranging from sensible white pants often with heavy staining, to silky, filmy g-strings.
My other favourite was a loud blond American girl of about 35 . she wore high heels in the office which were kicked under the desk when I was there and sneakers to work. Her sportware was expensive and her underwear was always tiny white rich smelling g strings.
On a typical night I would check out the contents of the bags, extract the goodies and retreat to my desk letting the anticipation build. Under my desk I would take out my already stiff cock and rub their knickers up and down it, holding it gently encased in a pair of soiled,sometimes quite dirty yankee or asian sweaty girl panties . absolute bliss!!
The Asian was not fussy at wiping herself, her pussy or her butt. Her knickers were often soiled with dark urine stains, blood and other crusty matter. All grist to my mill!
When I could hold back my sperm no longer a dilemma presented itself to me - do I cum directly into the panties or pump out my need into a kleenex held in the other hand? I tried to avoid the former too many times . . . .
All that remained was for me to calm myself down, clean up and return the item from whence extracted. I never kept them.
When I finally linked with yankee girl, after we had fucked for the first time, I told her the whole story. She loved it and used to wank me off with my cock encased in her dirtiest knickers, I once persuaded her to wear the same ones for a week including after her period started. But that my friends is another story. . . .
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