On the fifth day of Lush-mas, my true love gave to me...
FIVE GLASS DILDOS,
four swapping swingers, a three some that night,
a double penetration & her pretty ass to spank bared over my knee.
Gimme All Your Lovin - ZZ Top
Wow! Gimme the camera, your ass is still glowing red from that spanking!
Please untie Lafayettemister, we need breakfast!
In my case, all children are treated equally - whether they are mine or not.
Fucking is not to be confused with making love.
My most comfortable place to fuck is there.
My most favorite place to fuck is here.
Reason being, when you're in the mood to fuck, it simply just doesn't matter.
None for me, thanks. Intoxication + my friskiness = someone getting hurt (not good)
Ok so I am changing it up a bit to include an understanding that not all women want a guy.
Making this woman chose between those two is hardly fair be it on the receiving OR giving end.
#1 "Thrown down, clothes ripped off and then fucked hard"
Um, YUM! The raw power associated with such sex can easily drive a person to near insanity, making it possible for the person in command to milk every last drop of desire from their partner. The physical and mental reprocussions afterwards can also be overwhelming - a Lady discovers that she wasn't a lady last night and is reminded with every single step that she takes - for days after. A lover with the ability to manage that power and me has his/her hands full but it has been done.
#2 "How many want their partner to be passive so they can kind of tease and seduce them, and then ride them till she comes"
Also, Yum! In the same notion that raw power is hot, so is tenderness. There is something to be said for the partner that has the self control required to be passive and teased/seduced until their lover is satisfied. A lover with the ability to put their partner's needs far above their own and not resort to #1 during the teasing and seducing WITHOUT the aid of rope is simply amazing and is the ultimate sexual sacrifice.
The perfect lover will be fantasic at both scenarios AND be able to lead or follow...without having a discussion about what mood we're in tonight.
Mistress for Chistmas - AC/DC
Slowly, Edgar tip-toed up the stairway. The place smelt like cinnamon oil and incense. Edgar felt like he was being watched. Candles lit the triangle of copper skin exposed by the spreading of K-Y on her exposed cunt. She watched expectantly as Fred tried desperately hard to unzip his jacket. Moans from the wardrobe resonated through out the quiet dark room. Edgar unexpectedly smirked, knowing his sensitive nipples were protruding through the holes in his new lacy pink corset. Fred pinched his arm expecting, a dream to end. Finally Daisey crawled out toward the middle of the slippery floor, carefully avoiding the numerous puddles of wet clothes. Meanwhile, Edgar pulls on Daisey's garter making sounds that no one can describe. A cheesy grin appeared from Daisey causing sheer delight within Edgar's lacy pink mouth, wet from cognac, stinking from last
Break On Through (to the other side) - The Doors
Slowly, Edgar tip-toed up the stairway. The place smelt like cinnamon oil and incense. Edgar felt like he was being watched. Candles lit the triangle of copper skin exposed by the spreading of K-Y on her exposed cunt. She watched expectantly as Fred tried desperately hard to unzip his jacket. Moans from the wardrobe resonated through out the quiet dark room. Edgar unexpectedly smirked, knowing his sensitive nipples were protruding through the holes in his new lacy pink corset. Fred pinched his arm expecting, a dream to end. Finally Daisey crawled out toward the middle of the slippery floor, carefully avoiding the numerous puddles of wet clothes. Meanwhile, Edgar pulls on Daisey's garter making sounds that no one can describe. A cheesy grin appeared from Daisey causing sheer delight within Edgar's lacy pink mouth, wet from cognac
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Slowly, Edgar tip-toed up the stairway. The place smelt like cinnamon oil and incense. Edgar felt like he was being watched. Candles lit the triangle of copper skin exposed by the spreading of K-Y on her exposed cunt. She watched expectantly as Fred tried desperately hard to unzip his jacket. Moans from the wardrobe resonated through out the quiet dark room. Edgar unexpectedly smirked, knowing his sensitive nipples were protruding through the holes in his new lacy pink corset. Fred pinched his arm expecting, a dream to end. Finally Daisey crawled out toward the middle of the slippery floor, carefully avoiding the numerous puddles of wet clothes. Meanwhile, Edgar pulls on Daisey's garter making sounds that no one can describe. A cheesy grin appeared from Daisey causing sheer delight within Edgar's lacy
I've never met a woman that didn't enjoy it. Patience is required for newbies. Lube helps a lot.