10 comments/ 26482 views/ 18 favorites Why I Like It By: joelafayette Author's note: Just a quick one to brighten your day, done in the dreaded "me and you" writing style. I had fun with it and hope you enjoy! I love to receive anal. It start with that first moment at my door when our eyes meet and we size each other up. We might seem like equals. I might be bigger, or taller, or more outgoing, or whatever. But the reality is, I need you more than you need me. You can leave at any time and find someone else who wants what you are offering. Bi-curious men like me that lean towards being a bottom are a dime a dozen. I am lucky to have you here, even though my job is primarily to satisfy you, not the other way around. We might shake hands and make small talk like two equal men. But the reality is, we know how this will end. We were both very specific about what we wanted, and you know that soon you will be fucking me. You look at me, and you know you have me. I have the desire for your cock in me, and it can't be controlled. Some might think I have a sickness. Some might say I am liberated. Either way, men who don't have these urges could never understand. I might assertively grab your crotch to show interest, but you are in in complete control. You can take your time or go as fast as you want. I will try to get you naked and appreciate you before you start. I want to hold you in my mouth and feel you become aroused. I want to get to know the penis before it slides inside my body. But you know if you want to just drop your pants and bend me over right away, I will agree. I worship penis, so I love holding you in my hand for the first time. Feeling you grow inside my mouth due to the skilled suction I deliver gives me the illusion of being in control. You are responding to my touch in the ways I desire. But this encounter can't end with a blow job. We both want to take the next step. I will be on my hands or knees or bent over the bed. I am offering myself to you, so this position feels right. So far my sacred spot has been hidden and protected. But now my cheeks are open, and I feel the cool air tickle my hole. I am deliciously vulnerable. I feel submissive but confident. I am about to get fucked! If we get to this point, I know you want my ass. I have worked so hard to keep it strong and fit. I am not feminine. I am broad and built, not skinny. Nobody would see me in the gym and think that I like to be on the receiving end like this. But this is what turns me on the most, and perhaps it works for you too. I confidently assume you want to be inside me since you are rock hard as you approach. I am flattered. How can I not want to satisfy a man who desires me like this? This is my favorite part. It's always hurts at first. That's okay, it's supposed to, and it hurts so good. Whether you are black or white, small or thick, your cock will upset the natural balance of things inside me when you first penetrate my tight muscles that are not designed for insertion. I will inevitably make the adjustment and allow you inside. No matter the size, I will close tight around you. This discomfort I feel in the beginning will happen no matter what your station in life. You can be rich, poor, black, or white. You can be good-looking or not. You can be experienced or a virgin. With your dick inside me, it doesn't matter. I grunt as you bottom out. I can't help it. You feel huge and dominant. You begin to fuck me at whatever pace suits you. In the beginning, my tightness will dictate some limitations here. You are definitely above average size in girth, so it takes a little longer to adjust. But I quickly begin to gape open and relax, completely dilated. You can take me however you want. You might say kind words, or you might spank my ass and tell me what a whore I am or call me your bitch. Both are fine, and it is all pretty much correct. It feels good now. I am pushing back to meet you, and I let you know how much I like your cock. I've been here before; it's not my first time. But having someone new fuck me never gets old. I begin to use my muscles to squeeze you. I want you to get off, and I know the right techniques. This part I am good at, and I know what it takes to help you climax. You are going to ejaculate soon, and I welcome it. No matter if you cum while fucking me or you blast it across my face, I know I've served you well. I hope you will let me taste you. It's so much fun to see the main event up close, if this is what you want. We have good chemistry, so I'm comfortable asking for it in my mouth. You happily agree. When you pull out of my ass, I feel stretched and spent. You are on the large side, so my gape is bigger and lasts longer than normal. Cool air tickles my open hole, shiny with lube. I quickly turn to give your cock the attention it needs just as you begin to pump it and semen rockets out. Most of it lands in my mouth. I move close to help your aim, my tongue lightly pressed against the bottom of the head as the sticky fluids splash into the back of my throat and coat my tongue. I breathe through my nose, the scent and taste of you filling my senses. I love it. It's not so much the taste of the semen that I love, but rather the mental stimulation from knowing that you are cumming inside my mouth. I swallow once as you finish your orgasm, leaving some of the load inside my mouth. I take your penis in my hand, replacing your own grip. I pump it a few times then squeeze hard from the base to the top, forcing out the final globs of your essence. I swallow again, then run my tongue around in my mouth and swallow a couple more times to finish taking the load. But the semen stays with me. The sticky consistency will keep remnants of it in my mouth for long after you leave, the lewd aftertaste reminding me of how much fun you just had. Your breathing returns to normal. You offer to get me off, but I decline. This was about servicing you, and in the process giving me exactly what I wanted. No further action needed. The act is complete. We look at each other as you get dressed. We sense we could be friends, but it just isn't meant to be. I'm just a tool for your pleasure, and you've finished using me. The relationship began and should end this way. My butt is a little sore now as I walk you to the door. A good kind of sore. You've done your job well. Why I Like Old Guys Glad you like my stories, I have so many if I could only find the time to write. I have had a very naughty (nasty!) life. I love HOT sex and always have, except my first husband was a real prude. So from about age 18 to 35 a lot of my stories involve flashing (lots of flashing!) and teasing. I wouldn't cheat on my husband BUT I thought that I could do just about anything else, except fucking and not be cheating! My husband was old-fashioned and wanted me to stay at home, which was fine for a while. So I had lots of free time which allowed for a lot boredom and loneliness. Something I used to like to do in the summer was lie out in the backyard and work on my tan. I had made a teeny-tiny little string bikini (back then we didn't call them thongs, those were flip-flops) that just barely covered me; and of course when I lay on stomach I would undo the top. I was 19 or 20 years old and I thought I looked pretty hot. My neighbor was a retired 'gentleman', probably in his 70's and it seemed he was always tinkering in his yard whenever I was outside, especially if I was tanning. I loved it and would raise up on my elbows so that he could get a good look at my breast. When I lay on my back I made a special effort to pull my string bottoms up snug, pulling the material up between my pussy lips. He always wanted to talk and after about the second week he began coming over to my yard and would sit next to me. I really teased (tortured) him and after a few weeks I finally I asked him to rub some lotion on my back. I thought he was going to have a heart attack! He slowly began rubbing the lotion on my shoulders then worked his way down my back. He would give 'extra' attention to the exposed sides of my breast and I would raise up just enough that his fingers could touch my nipples. He at first seemed hesitate about my butt, then suddenly I could feel both his hands massaging my ass, first tenderly, then a bit more aggressively. The little string that ran up my ass didn't hide anything as I could feel him pulling my cheeks apart. I'm sure he was looking at my little puckered butthole because he was making noises and grunting! I must admit I was becoming aroused; my pussy gets really wet when I'm excited and my clit (which is already big) becomes very swollen. I think he must have noticed my wetness, or maybe it was that I was moaning a bit, because he started rubbing my thighs. Gently pulling my legs apart, he was grasping the top of my leg while one hand was pressing against my cunt. Rubbing, caressing, massaging I was out of it! He told me to turn over on my back and obediently (not realizing he had untied my bottoms and forgetting my top was undone), I did. I was lying in my backyard (with a chain-link fence), in the middle of the day, stark naked. And I didn't care. He began with one hand rubbing lotion on my breast; my nipples were so sensitive, I was on fire with excitement. With his other hand he didn't waste any time and began massaging my pussy, spreading my lips open so that he could pinch my fat clit. My eyes were closed and I was in ecstasy as he began fingering my hole, still rubbing my clit with his thumb. I was rising up to meet his hand, trying to get more of his fingers in me, when I felt one of his fingers slide into my ass. My pussy was creaming so much my entire crotch was drenched with my juices, making it easy for him to slide two or three fingers in my butt. He began fingering my ass like it was my pussy. I had never had this happen before and felt like I was going to scream. Then I felt his mouth on me. He was sucking my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth and sucking it so hard I felt like it would explode. Still fingering my asshole and his other hand under me, he was pulling my body up off the lounge to his face, the wetness of his spit and my pussy juice made for some very noisy slurping. Then I was hit with wave after wave of orgasm. More juices were gushing out of my pussy. It looked like I was peeing, just gushing all over his face. I couldn't believe it; I had never cummed like that. I was embarrassed and at first wouldn't open my eyes. I was just supposed to tease him not let him gain total control. Like I said earlier, I wouldn't cheat on my husband, but he hadn't put his dick in my pussy. So technically (in my rationalization) this wasn't cheating. After what seemed forever (though it was probably only a couple of seconds), I opened my eyes and he was kneeling beside me, his pants open. He was jacking off. Squeezing his cock just inches from my face, he was stroking it faster and faster. The head looked huge. It was purple and the veins along the side appeared engorged with blood. Squeezing it harder, it was pulsing, throbbing as he kept stroking it. He seemed to be punishing himself, beating it with his hand as the head oozed a milky precum. Then with his free hand he pulled my head to him, ramming his thick, hard cock into my mouth and down my throat. Gagging, I was at first scared, then I was able to get into his rhythm, and after a few minutes of fucking my face, he pulled out of my mouth and started jacking off, his dick aimed at my open lips. Almost immediately a thick rope of his cum came spurting out, missing my mouth and laying across the side of my face. I remember how warm it felt. Then another and another. Some of it landing in my mouth, but a lot on my face. As he finished he rubbed the head of his cock in the cum, spreading it over my face. I could feel it running down my cheeks, I felt covered in his stickiness. Then, with his dick covered in his cum, he again put it back in my mouth, slowly moving in and out letting me milk every last drop. We had a lot of fun that summer but I never would let him fuck my pussy, that would be cheating; though there were some afternoons I let him shoot his big, thick wad on my cunt, then rub the cum all over my pussy and clit with the head of his wet, hard dick. He liked me to use both my hands to hold my pussy lips open as he spread his cum on my hole and clit. He would tease me by rubbing his head just at the opening of my hole, holding his cock, he would let the head just barely go in, then he would rub it around my clit, then back to my hole, just barely in, then he would rub it around on my asshole. Repeating over and over until.. Then instead of just barely going in my ass, he would slide it in deep, almost ramming it, then grinding his pelvis hard against my ass, his hard dick filling my ass. He would slam my asshole over and over; fucking me until his cum was running down his cock. God I love a cock in my ass. Oh yeah, he convinced me that ass-fucking was not the same as pussy fucking, therefore I was not cheating! -roni Why I Like Porn Hello, perverts. Thank you for joining me once again as I explore the disturbing landscape of my own mind, where supermodels scream bad words during sex, every girl likes to have her nipples sucked, and Jennifer Garner is not as annoying in real life as she seems. Tonight, I’ll be discussing one of my favorite topics. Porn. For just a moment, say the word with me. “Porn.” It doesn’t sound like the vulgar object of scorn and criticism it’s been for the last five decades. No, it sounds more like the name of a flower, or a type of harmless woodland creature. “Look honey, a nest of porn. They seem so peaceful and sweet. Do you think they’ll bite if I offer them food? Let’s see.” As I type this, my television displays an image of a boy and girl in bed, fucking each other stupid. The girl is on her back with her head propped up by pillows, while the boy (ahem, old dude with hair plugs) impales her repeatedly with a terrifying nine-inch penis that’s thicker than some cantaloupes I’ve seen. Oh, wait a minute, is that a close-up shot of the beast grinding its way deep between the girl’s burning red meat lips? It’s ain’t “The Jefferson Family Reunion,” I can tell you that. Look what I found, sitting behind you. You have porn. Yes, you. No, not your roommate, YOU. If you watch it, repeatedly, compulsively, then no matter who paid for it or picked the hiding place, it’s YOUR PORN. It’s on your computer, hidden in little byte-sized nuggets even after you push that button Gates gave you that “cleans up” the disk. It’s on a CD you hide in the same case as a Beach Boys album you never listen to, and which your boyfriend won’t ever select, either. It’s under your mattress, in your video cabinet, behind the toilet, carefully folded inside some old textbooks on the shelf. For others, your porn sits in a box in a dumpster, a box of fifteen tapes you drove to Texas to purchase, only to rid yourself of in a moment of angst. How can you be a good person and watch that filth? How can you need to watch strangers fuck when you have a beautiful girl at home, who loves you and wants you to get rid of that? What if your mom finds out, or your Sunday school teacher? You’re probably expecting me to tell you that we live in an age of enlightenment and sexual liberation, and that all those psychotic moral conservatives should stop indoctrinating kids with the idea that their bodies are sinful and should never be touched in any way. I bet you have two distinct sets of friends yourself, one consisting of professional types (probably at your workplace) who would certainly turn theirs noses up if they ever found out you downloaded the “red” version of the “American Pie” trailer at work, while your second set of friends shows up at work without bras, ranting about how the radical right wants nothing more than a legion of mindless zombies who will agree that the world is a sinful place and will you please send your check right away? Setting the issue of porn aside for a moment, the left will tell you they believe you have the right to do what you want as long as it doesn’t hurt anybody. Well, I have news for you. We do NOT live in an age of enlightenment. People are more ignorant than ever before. The cavemen knew what they had to do, and they did it; we’ve devolved ever since. Free sex destroys healthy relationships, breaks families apart, and exacerbates the exploitation of women and men who see no alternative but to trade their broken lives in for some X-rated screen time and a few fast bucks. But I love porn. If I believe it’s bad for me, why do I watch it? Because I’m damaged goods. My mind is rotted out by the pussy candy. Seriously, I’ve had enough sex to kill a German army platoon. What’s to go back to? Virginity? Bring on the filthy images, the gay/lesbian sex, the painful positions, the naked group sex and the staged romantic encounters where the girl really has it coming. Alright, alright, you can tell I’m on the fence as far as how I feel about this. But I’m NOT on the fence about whether I’m GOING to watch porn or not. I’m addicted, and I like it. And so do you. You LOVE watching people have sex, with the ability to fast-forward to the good parts, and rewind back to them over and over. That moment when the boy comes in the girl’s hair? YOU LOVE IT. You really do, you love it. I can’t tell you the right or the wrong. All I can tell you is why I got hooked, and why I plan on staying hooked. It’s fun! Porn brings together all my favorite things: Imagining things, voyeurism, role-playing, masturbation, orgasms, and a little quiet time without the phone ringing. I wish I could find a way to eat Krispy Kreme donuts at the same time without distracting from the arousing porn, but until then, porn has just about all the stuff I like. Look at you, sitting there, judging me. You don’t even mean to do it. Hell, didn’t you make a conscious decision to visit a porn site and read stories about people having random, guilt-free, illegal sex with each other? But you can’t help it! I’m still talking to the liberals, believe it or not. You’ve built up this system in your mind that says sex is wrong. I mean, FUCK, you’ll share your sexual exploits with anyone who asks, but when they start to talk about porn, you automatically (I use that word carefully) start saying how you don’t have any need for porn, don’t own any (or, if you do, don’t frequently use it) and don’t approve of those who do (or at least you implied it with your tone). Perhaps you even think it’s true, to some degree; now that you’ve shot your mouth off to your friends about how you’ll never be a porn addict, it’s best to leave that stuff under the bed. Liberals think they’re so enlightened about sex, but why do you hate porn? It’s fun! Everyone loves it! It doesn’t hurt anyone, or at least no one who isn’t a willing participant. One of you, just one of you reading this article, has never purchased porn, nor do you have any friends who have porn (or would admit it to you), nor have you ever considered allowing porn into your line of vision. What you don’t know is this: You’re already halfway there. Society is filled with porn – from television ads for water parks to whatever role Halle Berry won her last Oscar for to the beer billboard you stare at just a little too long on your way to work. Again, one of the defining characteristics of porn is that everyone involved with it is a willing participant, and no one really gets hurt. You want beer, that girl in the sports bra convinces you to buy the beer, everyone’s happy. So why not admit that you masturbate daily, or would if you had the privacy, and go get yourself an actual videocassette of two people having sex? Watch it as often as you like. Play with yourself as you watch it, and have many orgasms because of it. They make porn on DVD now, you know. When I masturbate to porn, I like to imagine one of two things – either I’m the guy fucking the beautiful girl, or I’m the girl, getting turned on by being fucked. These are the two things I think in the bedroom, as well – when I’m with a girl, the thing that arouses me isn’t what she’s doing to me, but what she’s doing to herself, how she’s enjoying the experience, how she wants more and more. I can see right through you, you know. All of you. The prudes, trying to find the courage to go buy porn and watch it, thrilled a little by the prospect of getting caught although you’d die if you ever did. And sitting next to them, the liberals, lofty in your bourgeois tower, secretly wishing you could turn off your social façade and enjoy some porn of your own. And everyone in-between, who has porn but feels guilty about enjoying it. If porn is wrong, and it might be, then you have a good reason to feel guilty. “Wrong” could mean that it distracts you from the other worthy pursuits of life, or it could mean it’s a moral sin. Either way, guilt doesn’t help you achieve any of those other worthy pursuits, and you’re gonna keep watching porn, so why not decide to keep watching and not feel guilty about it? Right about now, the kids in front of me on the TV are finishing up, with the girl leaning her sweaty neck back so her boyfriend (neighbor? I forget) can come on her face. I’m going to rewind it, and beat off hard. It’s a better use of my time than breaking some girl’s heart with a dishonest one-night stand. It’s a superior alternative to adultery, to rape, to pregnancy, to disease. Pop in some porn and feel good, no matter how shitty your day was or how shitty people treated you. You do so much to make everyone happy, and they repay you by telling you the thing you want to do by yourself is a bad thing? Fuck them! Go watch some porn! Why I Like to Fuck Because it feels so good. It feels so good to have your big, hard cock in my tight wet pussy. I like to watch your cock go in and out of me, watching it get wetter and wetter with my cunt juice. I like when you fuck me really deep, so deep that it hurts. When you fuck me on top, I can always come, but I want you to tease me, and pull out just as I am ready to come all over you. I want you to make me beg. I like to be fucked from behind, so you can go ever deeper. Because you have total control. I want to feel your balls slap against my pussy as you pull my ass toward you. I love to feel my pussy drip as you fuck me, so I can run the juice to my clit and rub it. It gets so hard with you in me. As I rub it, my pussy tightens around you. I want to reach back and feel your balls as you move in and out of me. I want you to smack my ass when I ask for more. Again, you make me beg. I am ready to come all over your cock, but you make me wait again, and pull out and try to fuck my ass. I resist and beg to suck your cock and tell you I will fuck your ass instead. I love to suck your cock. I worship your cock. I would do anything to have your cock in my pussy or mouth. There is nothing better than running my tongue over the tip of your pulsing dick, because it is hard yet soft. I want to taste the drops of your piss and come before my lips slide down your big, hard cock, swallowing you whole, sucking and running my fuck mouth up and down. I tease you and stop sucking and instead lick your staff with my wet tongue. I make my way to your beautiful balls and lick and kiss and suck them. I like lifting them with my tongue and getting them wet. Licking the spot under your balls makes you moan. I like holding your legs apart and rubbing your ass with my hands as my tongue moves toward your ass, moving in wet circles and wetting you. I want you to tell me exactly what you want. If I don't do it just right, you won't let me come. You tell me if I come, I will be punished, if I don't fuck your ass just right. So, as my lips and tongue reach the spot, you tell me I am a good girl. And I love the taste of your ass and the way your feel. My tongue enters you ever so slightly. I know you are ready to come, but you don't because you have total control. Now that you are wet and ready, I add some lube so I can slide a finger in. I know you want it, so I enter slowly at first, and feel you tighten around me. Your are so wet now with the lube that I can go all the way up. I know just were to go make you crazy. I fuck you with my finger, moving it in and out. All the while, you are jerking off, at first slow, and then quicker. With my finger in you, I can lick your balls again, and lick your cock to make it wet. I put my mouth on your again and take my finger out and take a long hard suck. Since I can't wait any longer and because I was a good girl, you let me fuck you. I slide on your cock and ride you and move my hips up and down, taking you ever deeper inside. I love this position because you rub against my clit as I fuck you. You squeeze my nipples until they hurt. I tell you it hurts but it feels good. I think I have control, but I don't. You cup my ass so you can direct the action. You feel me tighten around you and I come all over you. You feel me drip down to your balls. You won't satisfy me by coming inside me. You make me lick my come off of you. You hold my face and rub your throbbing dick against it. I know you will come. You squirt your hot white come all over my face. It comes in waves, in my hair, by lips, my neck and my face. You just keep exploding. I force my mouth over your cock so I can taste you coming in my mouth, in the back of my throat. I like to almost choke because your cock is in me and you are overflowing. As you pull out, still hard, I swallow. You tell me to make sure I get it all. I wipe the come from face and neck and lick my hands. I am so hungry for your juice. You still have some left, so you jerk off all over me, trying to humiliate me. But you can't because I got just want I wanted and needed. Because I love to fuck.