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Geschreven door: HonestSexuality Categorie: Fictie Label(s): Dom / sub, Female exhibitionist, Males / Females, Overspel, Reguliere sex, Voyeur Women and men alike agree, dick pics aren’t sexy. That’s because their doing it wrong. It isn’t their fault, their pictures are merely a reflection of their own desires. The risk of exposing yourself, of truly being naked in front of another person is stimulating enough for most any of us. I’m guilty of it myself. I can’t count the times I’ve sent pictures, only to see my words mean more and for those pictures to only be worthy of momentary novelty. The truth is our bodies only scratch at the surface of our sexualities. This is both a good and bad thing. For those of us entwined in our own egoism, staring at our abs, our curvaceous hips, it should serve as a shock. But to the self-conscious, the girl who is afraid of her body image, it is their sexual salvation. People think their sex organs define who they are sexually; a swollen, throbbing dick or a soft voluptuous breast, none of these describe what is attractive about you. These things are merely accessories. They matter, but only in so much that a typewriter enables an author or boxing gloves enable the fighter. If you want to know the real dirty secret, the thing that causes more heart pounding, more jean-busting erections and soaked panties know that it is in the eyes. It is in your face, it always has been and always will be. Your cock, your shaved pussy, all they are is an added pleasure, a ship to carry the passenger of your deep, dirty, perverse and powerful sexual identity. People are drawn to calling it ‘bed room eyes,’ but that is a far too romantic way of putting it. The look, the real look to stop someone in their tracks is one of uncompromising lust. It’s the way you feel when you know, really know, that you are the best at something. It is raw power. So when you see a picture of me, with my throbbing massive cock on display, know it isn’t my erection that has you mystified, but the entirety of my body, firmly postured with my chin up and a look of utter conquering on my face. It isn’t cocky, it isn’t overconfident. It doesn’t preclude me from a sense humour nor does it define who I am outside of the bedroom. It is merely the reflection of my sexuality, a sexuality that I’ve chosen to grasp and own. I make no apologies for it and don’t care for a second whether or not you approve. Because I already know you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this and you wouldn’t be hanging onto my every word. Remember, it is not in the lighting, how you swivel your hips, how you moan when you are on top, how you thrust deeply, these things are all after the fact. It is in simple, uncompromising honesty, bravery, and the power that is granted to you when you seize your sexual identity and let it be known that you are greater than King Kong. From a picture to the bedroom, unleash the animal; we all have one, it is up to you to see the beauty of your lust and worship it for what it is. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It always started innocent enough. She had her reservations, and a boyfriend too. But she was attracted to me, and I was willing to let her explore that attraction. My texts always started out playful, I would ask, “What are you wearing?” And she would reply obediently. She loved texting me before a drunken night on the town, and this night was no different. “A red dress, with black heels” was her response. She always kept it reserved at first. Sober, her conscience always kept her from misbehaving. It was only after a handful of shots that she gave into my will. Only after I spent time laying the groundwork, making sure her panties were wet that she allowed for her morals to bend and for her lust to seize her. I can only imagine on that night what she looked like; her long, jet-black hair running down to her form fitting dress. Her pert, seductive breasts, pushed up with her cleavage on display. She loved to be out on the dance floor moving, brushing her body against the men. Feeling their growing erections, snickering at the ease of their attraction but turned on nonetheless. But she would always, one way or another, walk away and preserve her fidelity. Not with me. I got busy laying groundwork. “How are you wearing your hair? Where are you going tonight? When did you start drinking?” I monitored her answers, making sure she enjoyed my company. Making sure that the depths of her depravity were known only to her in the dark, blurry memories of her morning after. She would give in to me, answer my every request, and find ecstasy in her relinquished authority. All I had to wait for was a few misspelled words, and a couple risqué comments. “I wis I could dance wit right now,” She texted me. “I bet you do, sexy. Don’t think I’m not imagining it too. Sometimes all I think about is you in that black dress of yours, bending down on the dance floor for me.” It was a long text, but one sent with a purpose. I knew that soon as she read it, her heart would begin a slow pound and her face would blush. She knew it, as did I. Her bending down on the dance floor, dropping her hips so that she could grind her ass forcefully into me, was her sign that she was mine. Her friends only mildly concerned, knowing she was a good girl knew that I would have had my way with her under different circumstances. They underestimated me, I don’t rely on circumstance; I take what I want. To be continued. Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: ASL: Webcam Exhibitionist(<10 minuten)Fictie - Exhibitionisme, Female exhibitionist, First Time, Geschreven door vrouwen, Jong This is my first story. It's inspired by some of my own experiences when I was younger. I'm hoping to continue the story if you like it! Sleepover with a brat(0 minuten)Fictie - Anaal, Discipline, Dom / sub, Dwang, Enema, First Time, Geweld, Incest, Jong, Maagd, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Pijpen, Plasseks, Rape, Reluctance, Slikken, Spanking, Speeltjes, Teen, Wreed Chad and Casey's parents are out for the night while Chad has a sleepover and Casey is supposed to stay in bed. THE SEX RESORT - OUR SECOND WEEK(<10 minuten)Dagboek I am Kate, my man Lucas and I have been holidaying in an exclusive five-star resort. We chose this resort because of it’s reputation for ‘special parties’ and adult entertainment. We are both in our early forties with attractive bodies that appeal to both sexes, both with high sex drives and we do like to stretch our gender fluid sexual boundaries. No More Lies(<10 minuten)Fictie - First Time, Male / Female, Reguliere sex Billy and Lisa are both attractive college students who have been friends for a few years. After a few drinks on a lonely Saturday night, they finally truly open up to each other as why they never dated anyone. Gym Access for Cum(10 minuten)Fantasie - BBC, Biseksueel, First Time, Gay, Jong, Jongen / Jongen, Oral Sex, Pijpen, Slikken, Teen Male / Teen Male, Threesome This story is fiction but the characters and the neighbour situation is real. Everything sexual is a fantasy. Names are Changed and age is slightly adjusted. Please note that i am from germany, so this is not my native language. Please consider and enjoy anyways. | ||||