Experience with Vision Personals members
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Posted:Oct 5, 2006 1:22 am
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2006 1:02 pm
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People,
Why dont all of you share some of ur sexual / sensual experiences with Vision Personals members...it would be a very interesting read.
I have tried to do that in the previous two posts, and forget the rest, it turns me on the say the least!
Try to - 1. Stick a picture of a part of the member ull had an experience with (example: the picture on the left, is yet another Vision Personals member that i had an encounter with)2. Explain the pre-event too, leading up to the tasteful night 3. Curent relationship status with her/him
Best of Luck!
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One night with an Vision Personals member!
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Posted:Oct 4, 2006 11:51 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 2:17 pm
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Dedicated to YET ANOTHER Vision Personals member (Her pic on the left)
That’s when I met you from an adulterous site When you walked in, I noticed the time 9:58 it was, my third glass of wine. A rose you brought, and a wicked grin I knew why you were here when I let you in. A kiss and a squeeze and a deep inhale, sex with the others seems so pale. A tingle and a tangle, a pinch and a pull you know just what to do to make me your fool. In, out, and over - from behind and above this is pure sex, we’re not making love. Your fingers, your tongue and then your cunt as I start to cum, I glance at the clock - 10:36 it is, as I sing your praises, no wonder I adore you, the others take ages. one last fuck before you say goodbye
How many times have you wished for one last fuck? in the morning when you part even though she is already sore and you are riding the highs from a wild night just one last fuck in case your paths don’t cross again one last fuck before the next drought one last fuck before you say goodbye
Thank you darlin!
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Tongue and Clit
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Posted:Oct 4, 2006 11:47 am
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2006 12:00 pm
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Dedicated to an Vision Personals member! (The picture - Her expression that night)
no foreplay no warning no sexual energy exchanged when I unzip your jeans push them down toss panties aside lay you on the side of the bed spread your pink lips exposing your clit slowly circling with my tongue smelling your excitement licking just the clit up and down two strokes a second steady rhythm feeling it grow throbbing hard sliding down to enter tasting you fully sucking your engorged lips back to clit strong relentless tongue flicking against you three male fingers enter so tight and wet licking, licking, licking a finger probes your anus slowly till halfway feeling your contractions wanting to cum needing to cum pleading to cum begging to cum hips like a carnival ride wanting, needing, pleading, begging fighting back and losing surrendering to the wicked tongue
moaning, groaning, screaming waves of pleasure tingling of toes and fingertips nipples ice hard pussy pushing my fingers out wetting the bed with cum turning your over for a well deserved spanking a butt warming spanking intermixed with fingers sliding inside pink walls ass cheeks burning face cheeks blushing squirming with delight feeling my cockhead moving up and down squishing against wet lips thrust deep inside a good healthy fuck from behind
Thank you dove!
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MASTERBATION..caught.
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Posted:Oct 1, 2006 3:38 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2006 1:02 pm
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....i was feeling a little 'hot' in office today..so i cloked my office cabin.. i shamelesly moved myself comfortably right into the part of cabin that nobody saw.... ..unzipped my trousers....and started masterbating..3-4 minutes into it and my collegue (worse she was 22, an intern)walks in!!...
damn....I just went thru the most embarassing moment in my life. I didnt know what to say...i didnt know what to do...i didnt realize how she walked in. i WAS BLANK DAMMIT. IT WAS LOCKED....HOW DID SHE MOVE IN?
......BOTH OF US BLANK..........DEAD BLANK AND PURPLE...
She rushed out ofcourse, acting as tho she didnt see anything....later i realized ...in a thrust of excitement i didnt lock my cabin properly...and it still could be opened.
Well,...this intern is gonna be here for another 1.5 months.
1. What do i do people??????? 2. All of u who do it in office...pls do it in the rest room..cmon men, hold it for those extra seconds yeah 3. Those of you who did go thru something like this at home or otherwise...pls share it and make me feel better.
Damn,....i am still purple..
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Email from me to gf - 5th anniverary
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Posted:Sep 30, 2006 12:13 am
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2006 1:03 pm
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From - Me, to my girflfriend (her pic on the left), mailed in the year 2000, after completing our 5th anniversary. I was 20, she was 21
Context ‒ I was working in the south east of asia, and my girlfriend was in India, I hardly got to meet her, we were lucky if we met for 3 weeks a year. I was extremely in an emotive state of mind that very day, and then the words kept flowing in.…. (written in second person).
Subject: The Memories never fade__Never will it ever. Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2000 03:28:03 GMT _________________________Starts_________________
She came into my life...
Since she came into my life, with an arrogant memorable statement, lifes taken leaps and bounds. The tone is one I hadnt heard from anyone; it's not admiration or a compliment or a question; it's a command. Briskly she walks past, creating a whirlwind that modern men could not comprehend. 5 months down the line maybe she didnt bother anymore, if it was that way, i had to change it. Realization came fast, thank god for that, for her heart still burnt with the desire with flames that struck me hard. Ever since, she has been mine.
Times past ...., I've looked forward to each moment, the early morning, with her in my arms, the blue skies with us beneath a zillion stars. She made me feel special like no one else has. She brings out a part of me I never knew existed, a part that was born with our first date. She took my life and drew me into the love that but none can ever give, and she saw in me all the qualities that i hardly knew existed. My dreams were fulfilled ‒ my girlfriend was as hot, sexy and sensual as ever, had a wonderfully pleasant sense of humor, was the most intelligent woman, kissed well, loved well, cared well and wore skimpy clothes!!!
My first fantasy...
I had a burning desire to kiss her hard and watch her expressions getting wild. I wanted to lay my hand on her thigh, take her hand and press it between my own thighs to show her how every inflection of her voice rocked me, every tilt of her chin above smelt of clove and jasmine, smooth throat rippled my lips, every shift of expression letting beauty flash across the angular strength of her face,..........that made my mind get wetter and wetter. she was more than a personification of my fantasies.
The first stare..
It's no secret that a glance can say more than a sentence and that some facial expressions can beggar even the most eloquently worded paragraphs, that is what she did to me on her first.. The eyes that denounce rules and the look that stretches all frontiers. Her grave enchanting stare might've telegraphed sudden panic, a sort of overload crisis caused by the sudden threat of too damned much impending input, than i could actually imagine. Welcome high school!
The first time i smelt her clothes..
The first stare which made me whimper, now made me want to get closer. It was the summers of 96, when i got to brush my shoulders against her.By the time I got there, she shrugged off, but not till i smelt that wonderful identity of hers, perhaps an identity recognition that will never leave my mind. Like a fifteen year old boy craving his first crush, I tried re-smelling it the next day. When i did, the summer afternoon filled my senses. I knew i would come back for more!!
The first time i held your hand... I look at her hands, as I glance downward. She has the most wonderful hands of anyone I’ve ever been with. I’ve memorized every line, every texture that her hand has to offer. When we hold hands, I fall in love with her all over again, because as my thumb brushes across the back of her hand and her thumb brushes over mine and our fingers clasp together, I feel larger than whole. I’ve never told her this, and now, there seems no point, but more than anything I want to take her hand in mine, so I can feel good again, so I can care about caring about us.
Our First Kiss and... Ever since i thought that she couldn't sense, and scent, my arousal, i had the kiss of the millenium!!. I have not forgotten our first kiss - I watch as she descends. I can't see her eyes, but I picture them -- a shade of blue that makes me think of skies and oceans. And when i see them....they're angels eyes. They go well with her lips. The frisson of sensuality that I'm hiding makes me hotter, makes me want her more. As her lying lips and tongue circle my mouth, I writhe under her, pushing my hips toward towards her, and groping for a feel that i have never had before. I blew out a breath full of half-voiced syllables, nonsense sounds. Homina, homina, afazza frazzlefass. Let my head droop suddenly. Held still, above her. Arms trembling. Shivering. Her hand on my neck then, pulling me down, a weight. I let her, collapsing onto her, her arms around me, her thigh brushing my hip as an ankle locked with my knees, squeezing. I found heaven in her kiss. When we kissed, my knees felt weak and my heart went cold madly. She instantly swept me off my feet. And when she held my hand and kissed me, I soared to heaven and haven't drifted back down to the earth yet. I never want to. I want to continue to soar through the clouds with her, caressed by the starlight and guided by the bliss of true pleasures. And I will continue to tenderly think of all the .......
The first time we made love...
She was lying back on the bed, scrutinizing her body as she tugged off her top and pushed her bra straps off her shoulders. Even when her breasts shimmered out into the open, my gaze never softened. Soon her body slowly wrapped me in hers. And then...............Tounging against her throat ,navel and clit, and a shout in two silent echoes. Clawing and scrabbling at cushions, pushing away, a cat’s arched back; a heave to face-to-face, weight on elbows, a rough grind harsh spasm clenched teeth. Biting, licking, biting, sinking in, animal holds. Hand pushes down to grasp erection through fabric, fumbles and flings belt, buckle, clothes. A sexy, horrible groan, horrible, the grasp, the squeeze, annihilates the world, and then the i throb, once, twice, and wakens to the full length of its skin and nerves, so many, so much to feel. Friction, pressure, a line of fire beneath a single finger, drawn from foundation to quavering tip. Pressed skin following and springing back. Friction, a rubbing of the head; fluid, aah easy now, hotter. More. Craving deep within, muscle walls sweat, blood pushes the door open, open. Thudding pressure, ache like a cramp, need, need, mouth and teeth and tongue crush and devour. And the first push past gripping slips, blunt press against muscles that writhe and contract, intelligent, the length of the first stroke, each new point of contact, klaxon alarms of sensation. Stop, she begs, their kind is primitive and can stand too much. The pleasure is shocking, every movement an emergency. But i had her and i wanted to make sure. Out, sleek singing rub the wrong way, make it fast, but oh, hurry, in! In! Bump, crush into the far point, the final wall, a bruised instant and then out, faster, all the long way a flare of information on the skin, shaking the core. Meltdown is imminent. Five, four, three, two, infernal two, two alchemical, two exponential. Two. And push, and solar-furnace screams, uncontested in the void, the void before and after one. Twenty minutes later -- ditto.
Our glorious 5 years together…
The anniversary is over. The white lace has been stored, the rose petals have been swept away. But I hope that every night, every day, we will make love like we did on our first day. 5 years ago I had looked many a miles, many a woman, but it was when i looked who was beside me that i found the real divine spirit, that i was always looking for.
We've been together for a long time, and I love her just as much now as I did way back then. I'll always think of her as the love of my life, and to me she is the precious friend and lover in the world. We have had our ups and downs, and I appreciate the way that she always knew exactly how to pick me up when I'm feeling low. And I just wanted to remind her about how happy I am to spend my life with a wonderful hot angel like her. She is thousands of miles away, but I'm not away from her at all. She is in my heart every day, in my mind, always. Until we meet again, I shall continue to punctuate my every sentence with a kiss.
I wish her a silent Happy Anniversary, one that i want to keep wishing till time bestows my life
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Contrived Human Emotions
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Posted:Sep 29, 2006 5:25 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 2:17 pm
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The contrived range of human emotions......
Birth……………. Laugh. Cry. Lie. Love. Hate. Communicate. Debate. Placate. Narrate. Negotiate. Retaliate. Motivate. Appreciate. Congratulate. Confront. Confer. Confide. Confess. Profess. Protest. Promote. Propose. Promise. Proclaim. Provoke. Evoke. Invoke. Revoke. Revere. Rejoice. Reassure. Request. Reply. Respond. Rant. Rave. Rage. Ramble. Revolt. Rebel. Compel. Comfort. Complain. Condone. Condemn. Console. Connive. Coerce. Criticize. Empathize. Eulogise. Sympathise.Apologise. Applaud. Appoint. Admit. Advise. Argue. Acknowledge. Affect. Accept. Affirm. Confirm. Conform. Accede. Concede. Agree. Disagree. Announce. Denounce. Allow. Disallow. Approve. Disapprove. Encourage. Discourage. Discuss. Disclose. Describe. Deny. Declare. Demand. Command. Reprimand. Relate. Stimulate. Stipulate. State. Validate. Intimidate. Celebrate. Evaluate. Propogate. Refuse. Diffuse. Infuse. Enthuse. Confuse. Coax. Cajole. Convince. Conspire. Inspire. Inquire. Influence. Inform. Peace.……………… Death.
........That lived in us all.
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Anything but BUTT! (Anal/Fantasy/Airhostess)
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Posted:Sep 29, 2006 2:19 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2006 1:04 pm
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(Fiction, i wish it was otherwise)
I had been in line for the metal detectors along with crews from different airlines and other passengers when I first noticed her.
She stood by herself and didn't seem to know anyone else in line, though she wore the same burgundy-colored outfit as the rest of them. She stood two or three people ahead of me in line, and for the first couple of minutes, she blended in with the rest of the hubbub of the bustling airport. However, something about her drew my attention and I began to watch her.
She was digging around furiously in the carry-on bag slung across her shoulder, as though she had lost her keys or her wallet. I was amused watching her; her movements started out calm and then became faster and more impatient as she covered the same territory in her bag three, four times.
She was cute in a Midwestern blonde sort of way, though in New York cute Midwestern imports are a dime a dozen. No one else seemed to notice her as she dropped to the ground and began pawing through the bag like a digging for a bone.
I was thoroughly charmed by this entertaining little scene and had begun plotting how I could walk up to her and say hello when something spilled out of the bag onto the shiny airport floor. It was a scarf wrapped around something long and solid, presumably something delicate which needed to be protected from the bumps of travel.
She made a grab at it but, in her haste, shoved it further away with her frantic fingers, causing the scarf to unfold on the floor in front of her. The object rolled smoothly without stopping, revealing at first a shape like a tall perfume bottle or candle and then unraveled to reveal something made of purple plastic in a very familiar shape.
It's a goddamn dildo! I thought as I stared down at her scrambling hands. She clutched the whole mass of plastic and scarf to her chest, huddling over her bag and looking around like a cornered animal. No one had noticed her except for me, and I was too far away for her to see my shocked face. It happened so fast that for a moment I couldn't be sure of what I'd seen. But there was something unmistakable about the long, realistically-shaped (that is, for about 1/2 of one percent of the population), obscenely and glitteringly purple thing that she'd clutched in her nervous little fist that burned itself into my memory. She'd behaved with the same sort of panic that one would have when snatching their out from in front of an oncoming car, but I knew better. All women had these things nowadays, even the sweet little small-town girls. Especially the small-town girls.
I stood in line two back from her trying very hard not to think about all the different ways a young lady such as herself could implement such a device when the people that separated us, a man and a woman traveling together, suddenly began to raise their voices. Apparently, someone had forgotten the tickets and there were vacation plans that hung in the balance. The couple hustled away from the line, leaving me to sidle up behind the flight attendant with my luggage. She faced stiffly forward and looked neither left nor right. I looked her over and realized that her hand was still in her open carry-on bag, unmoving. She had her little fingers wrapped around the scarf and its contents. I could see her thumb stroking a small purple patch the scarf had exposed.
"First time flying?"
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I wished them unsaid. Luckily, my delving eyes had lifted to face level by the time she turned around so I didn't seem like a complete creep.
"Uh, no."
She apparently had been in New York long enough that she felt entirely comfortable delivering one-word answers over her shoulder and maintaining an I'm-very-busy-so-back-off attitude.
"Sorry," I said to her neck. "You just seemed sort of nervous." No reply. "What flight are you on?"
She turned around to face me and a small bloom of pink had come into her cheeks.
"The number 408. To Reno," she said.
She forced a closed-lipped, professional smile and nodded. She abruptly removed her hand from her bag and zipped it with an efficient squeal and looked up to the arrival/departure board with exaggerated interest.
"Purple's my favorite color," I told her impulsively.
My legs felt a little warm and I shifted my own bag across the front of my trousers, where part of me was becoming unkempt.
"What?" she said, dismayed.
Double take.
"I said, I love the color purple. How about you?"
"I don't...I don't know what you're talking about." She began to fidget with the strap on her bag, looking nervously around.
I continued, quietly. "I saw you drop something. On the ground there, a minute ago."
She said nothing, looking at the floor and blushing, blotches of pink coming out on her neck. A little mole dappled the underside of her jaw, near her ear, and I wondered how much pinker I could make the skin around it.
"It was something for a friend. A birthday present," she muttered.
"What, the scarf or the dildo?"
She looked straight up into my eyes for the first time. Her skin must have felt hot for the blood pumping through it. She bit her lips hard and took a deep breath. Her mouth quivered as she tried to shape the words that shock kept in.
"Sir," she began in a halting voice, "I don't--I don't know what you saw, but..." She trailed off and looked down. "I don't know what you're talking about," she repeated lamely.
I didn't answer her but simply continued to look at her. I shifted my carry-on off my hip and felt her eyes move down the front of my body. They lingered below my waist and her color darkened.
"I have to go," she said suddenly, turning away.
She grabbed her suitcase and hugged her bag against her body, stepping out of line and striding away.
Shit, I thought. She's going to complain about being harassed to one of her superiors and I'm going to be kicked off the goddamn flight. I picked up my bags and lurched after her like a hunchback.
"Wait!" I yelled after her.
We trotted awkwardly like overladen pack animals across the terminal. I had to catch her. I had to make that flight to Reno today and a little indiscretion wasn't going to stop me.
She was surprisingly quick and made it to some unlabeled but official-looking door behind an area of the terminal that was under construction well before me. "Miss!" I shouted as the door closed. "Shit!" I crashed into the door in my haste and grabbed at the doorknob, catching it just before it closed. Pulling it open as I gasped for air, I saw a dark, quiet hallway lined with horrid maroon and hunter green carpeting that looked and smelled new. The walls stank of new paint. I sniffed and dragged myself inside. The door shut behind me.
"Hello?" I called and dropped the bags by the door.
There were several doors on the left side of the corridor, dusty with brand-new handles. Uncertainly, I stepped forward for a moment and then hesitated. All I could think about was finding this woman and setting her straight. I was not a goddamn pervert. I scratched my softening erection and held still, listening. After a moment, a small sound came from the middle of the hallway, where the third door was slightly ajar, a sound of held-in breathing.
I strode over the industrial carpeting and slipped my fingers into the crack of the door. I pulled it towards me and looked inside. It opened onto a small janitor's closet that was unlit and empty except for the young woman, who stood with her back in the corner.
"Okay, lady," I said, opening the door wide so I could show her that I wasn't trying to trap her or mess with her. "Look, I'm sorry if I said something I shouldn't have. I was overstepping my bounds and I'm sorry, all right? Look, can we please just forget about the whole thing and get back in line? I'm on the Reno flight, too, and I can't miss it because I said something inappropriate to my flight attendant."
She didn't answer me but continued to stand in darkness, her eyes gleaming. As I adjusted to the low light, I saw that she held something in her hands. It looked like a scarf.
"You know, you shouldn't talk to strangers the way you just did," she said.
Her bags were strewn on the floor and even in the low light, I could see that her breathing was labored from running. A lock of hair had pulled free of her bobby pinned hairdo and hung along side her face.
I sighed and reached my hand out toward her.
"Please," I begged and stepped further into the closet, "I'm sorry. Really." Instead of shrinking back against the wall, she took a small step forward and looked up at me. The scarf in her hands began to bob slowly from her left hand to her right as if she were playing monkey-in-the-middle with someone behind me.
"So you saw what was in my bag," she said.
"Look, I was just horsing around. I really didn't mean anything by it," I said. Shit.
"Well," she said, taking another step toward me, "now that you know what I have here, I feel a little exposed."
Her voice had taken on a strange quality, something lazy and singsongish. She slowly pulled the scarf so that its contents were revealed in all their glittery plastic glory in her right hand.
Seeing her small hand grip the shaft of the dildo made me think, strangely, of a little girl playing school with her younger brother, holding the pointing stick in the air as she asked him questions.
Her head lowered and she gazed down the front of my body like she had in the terminal. "Apparently, you're a little exposed, yourself," she said, fixing her eyes on my crotch.
I didn't have to check myself to see why. While most of me was confused, my cock had found this odd conversation arousing. Instinctively, I moved my hand down to cover myself.
She reached out and slapped my hand away.
I was shocked by the sharp contact, and a little annoyed.
"Look, lady, I don't know what you think you're--"
"Shut up," she interrupted.
I couldn't quite see her but it almost sounded like she was smiling in the darkness.
She took my offended hand and opened it, palm facing her. She placed the dildo in it and looked up and me. Her eyes glittered.
"I want you to do something for me," she said in a low voice that did not waver. "I haven't broken this in yet, and it's my policy never to do so alone." She paused.
I saw that her breathing had not slowed. Her eyes glittered.
"Uh, okay," I said, squinting my eyes and trying to see her facial expression. "What do you want me to do?"
I was still coming out of the daze of panic that had led me there in the first place, and I wasn't sure this wasn't some kind of 'fucked-up' woman trap or something. For all I knew the authorities would be all over me at the touch of a button on her little flight attendant's beeper.
She stepped forward and put her hands on my chest.
"Whatever you want," she said and pinched my left nipple, hard.
"Ow!" I hollered, grabbing her wrist with my free hand and pulling her hand away.
Her intake of breath told me of the thrill that gave her. I rammed my body into hers and moved her against the back of the closet, still holding her wrist above her. "What the fuck," I breathed down at her. "You're just all talk, aren't you; all demure and sweet until it comes down to getting what you want."
She didn't answer me.
"Huh?" I said, moving my body into hers, feeling her breasts crush themselves against my ribs. I bent my knees and pressed one of my thighs in between her legs. Her mouth opened and I heard a small gasp as I lifted my leg against her warm mound, pressing her in a slow rhythm. One of the oldest tricks I'd ever learned and it still worked. I still hadn't let go of her wrist.
"This skirt is getting in the way," I muttered as she rocked up and down on my thigh.
I stuck the dildo in my pocket and began to slip my fingers into the waistband of her skirt.
She managed to moan, "No, leave it. Just slip it up," and tried to lean down to show me.
My body blocked her and I kept her where she was.
"Hold still," I said as I reached down and gathered up the folds of fabric cascading down around my occupied leg, lifting the skirt slowly up her thighs.
I slid my fingers along her pantyhosed skin as I rocked between her legs, leaning my mouth down over her open lips.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth spasmed as my lips came close to hers, like a baby reaching for something to suckle. My cock was swollen and demanding attention but I focused on the task at hand. My thumb fanned in small circles across her moving thigh, stroking upwards in search of a panty line...nothing.
She was naked under the nylons!
The realization made my cock throb and I pressed against her harder. She moaned, the little hand I held in my fist clutching at the air.
I continued to hold her in place as I rubbed my thumb along the outside and then the inside of her hip. She squawked and wriggled and as I leaned my mouth down over her again, I caught her lips in mine and pulled on them, slowing her down and pacing her. My fingers slid close to the joining of my thigh and her moist center and I thrust my thumb against the strained tendon running down in the inside of her leg.
She sighed into my mouth. I felt her other hand move across the back of my neck and she pulled me closer to her.
I released her lips and threw my shoulder against hers until she cried out and stopped.
"Hold still," I ordered her.
I moved my thigh and replaced it with my hand. She had soaked through the nylons with her dripping sweetness. I leaned down and kissed her again, squeezing her wrist once before I let it go.
She was a good girl and paid attention and let her hand fall to her side.
With both my hands I explored her throat and shoulders, her lovely clavicle and the skin of her soft chest. I avoided her breasts, however, and when I reached her ribcage she cried out quietly and lifted her body toward me. I ignored her and kept moving further down. She trembled with the soft strokes on her belly and shivered as my thumbs played along the folds of her skirt. I slipped my hands beneath it and reached back up for the soft wetness waiting there for me.
A soft 'oh' came as I teased along the seam that ran up the middle, soaked and warm to the touch.
With a swift movement, I grasped both sides of the pantyhose right along the thin line against her body and pulled away from the seam.
"Hey!" she cried out as a firm rrrrip marked the ruin of her undergarment. "I don't have another pair of nylons!"
"Maybe you should have thought about that before you brought me in here," I said as I pulled the tatters from her thighs, exposing her body to the air.
I dug my thumbs back in to her soft thighs and wrapped my hands around her hips, tugging her toward me and then shoving her back against the wall.
I heard her head strike it slightly as she gave herself up to the feeling of being moved like a doll.
"Now what exactly was it you told me I could do?" I asked her, leaning in.
I spread her open with my hands still wrapped around her hips and scented her warm pussy.
She gazed up at me in surrender. "Whatever you want."
She raised a hand feebly to my shoulder and let it rest there. I kept my eyes locked with hers and moved one of my hands across the inside of her hip and slid it, palm down, across her cunt. My knuckle hit her clit and she jumped. I turned my hand, palm side up, and cupped her, feeling the wet curls and the lips they adorned. Her hips moved toward me and I let the tip of my middle finger slide along her slit. I lifted my other hand and played my fingertips across the globe of her breast. In the same smooth motion, I pushed two fingers into her juicy tightness and clasped her nipple between my finger and my thumb.
She gasped and clutched at my shoulders with trembling hands, still looking up into my eyes. Her pussy was tight and, though it was wet and ready for me, I took my time in working my fingers deeper into her. Moisture flowed over my thumb as I began to work her clit slowly to the rhythm of my delving hand. Her nipple grew hard under my touch and I pinched it, first gently like the tug of a mouth and then harder, jerking it out from her body and making her breath catch in her throat.
She had begun to swear, in bites and whispers, and she had closed her eyes again.
"Look at me," I said, pumping her moist passage with my insistent hand.
She opened her glazed eyes. I pinched her nipple and watched her mouth open wider, silently, her jaw dropping.
"What are you saying?"
She gasped, "I...I was swearing, I think."
"What were you saying?"
Her head rocked in time to her pumping hips. "I said...fuck."
"Fuck," I repeated and fucked her faster with my fingers.
She began to make mewling sounds and I knew my work on her clit was getting her ready for more.
"You like to fuck, don't you?"
She nodded and held on to my shoulders.
I dropped her nipple and reached into my pocket. "Why don't you show me how much you like to fuck."
The dildo was warm from being next to my body and I slid it along the inside of her thigh as I continued with her cunt.
She seemed not to notice it, her eyes closed again and her body rocking back into the wall.
I withdrew my fingers and moistened the end of the dildo with her swollen pussy lips.
She moved expectantly and spread her legs for me.
I almost chuckled. "Turn around," I said.
"What?" She looked confused and stared into my eyes. "I thought--"
"It's my game, sweetheart. You said 'whatever I want.' And this is what I want."
I grinned down at her and gave her a light kiss.
She pouted, but she turned around and faced the wall, placing her hands on either side of her head. Her little ass, cute and pale in the darkness, was tight with nervous anticipation and I was ready to burst.
I put the dildo where my fingers had been and twirled the head of it inside her cunt lips.
She sighed, a sound of relieved pleasure, and spread her legs for me to have better access. She was used to its size -- break it in, my ass -- and only sighed when it slid up into her tight little trap.
I leaned up against her again and pushed my hips into her, pumping the dildo firmly in and out. Her pussy juices poured down my hand as she scratched the wall. With my free hand I tugged at my belt and my fly, sliding my pants down and pulling my boxers over my knees. My cock was stiff and aching and it was all I could do not to stuff her to the gills right there. I switched grips with the dildo, from one hand to the other, and continued with her pussy while I slid the sticky fingers of my free hand further back along the divide between her buttocks.
She stiffened.
"Look," she said, turning her head to try to look at me, "I've only done that once, and I really didn't like it."
The muscles of her ass were tight.
"My choice," I reminded her. "And I promise your opinion will change after today."
"I don't think--" she started and gasped as I prodded at her little bunched opening, gently touching her closed folds while I fucked her with the dildo.
She groaned as I pumped it faster and distracted her, relaxing and opening her hips wider. My wet middle finger pushed slowly against her asshole and slid inside without too much trouble.
Her body clung to it and made my cock pulse.
I pulled the finger out and slid it in again, this time following it with my index finger.
She cried out and tensed. "It hurts!" she exclaimed.
I didn't answer her but pushed slowly inside her, giving her a moment to adjust. I felt a pulse inside her rear end and pressed further, twisting my hand, opening her up.
She writhed on the double skewer, torn between the pleasure of the plastic cock in her cunt and the invasion from behind.
After a few moments of getting her used to my fingers, I began to pump them in and out of her backside, slowly at first, stretching her out. She held her breath at the new sensation, and I saw her hand drop between her legs to stroke her clit.
"I knew you'd like that," I muttered to her back and rubbing my prick against her soft skin. "How about a little more?"
She nodded, pushing her body back to meet my hands as they drove back into her body.
I kept my two fingers in her ass and withdrew the dildo from her pussy for a minute. She sighed and clawed backwards at me, reaching for her toy, and I thrust my finger
(Whew!! I NEED A BREAK....WATCH THIS SPACE, THIS STORY WILL CONTINUE SHORTLY)
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Bangkok in the heydayz..
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Posted:Aug 4, 2006 9:40 am
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2006 6:24 am
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...1986 to 96 I was a frequent sex tourist visitor. Since then a permanent resident and pretty much bored with the [go go] nightlife.
..it is common knowledge that a lot of girls used to be under age, that is younger than 18 . It was here for all to see in the anything goes era of more than 10 years ago, a rough guess is that now the average age of girls in sex establishments is 24 . Back then it was 17, it's as simple and brutal as that. Anyone who tries to deny it, simply wasn't here, or went around with their eyes closed.
The place I used to go to most in the 80's was Soi Cowboy, firstly because it is just around the corner from the hotel that I used to stay in, The Crown Hotel on Soi 29, more about the place later, secondly getting around Bangkok was much more difficult then. Going down to Patpong required an uncomfortable tuk tuk ride through the smog. Taxis, not metered then, were too expensive and the drivers were rip off merchants.
Walking into any of the larger bars in Cowboy was a full on assault on the senses. These places were packed with punters and girls from 8pm every night. The stage was full, and also the standing room was full of girls. Most of the girls were aged from 14 to 21, there was no pretence to hide the age of the younger girls, many even had the bob hair style that Thai school girls have to have until about age 15. Many of the girls were from Bangkok and not at all exclusively from Isaan as they seem to be today.
The punters looked like an average crowd with many young European men too. Sometimes these bars had the atmosphere of a busy and packed nightclub rather than a go go bar. Music full on, beautiful teenage girls dancing flat out. Just telling it exactly as it was, just remembering it for what it was at that time without passing boring and unnecessary judgement. Patpong was pretty much the same with many of the lasses in their mid teens. The market wasn't there.
The top bars were Pink Panther and the other big places still there. Live shows were full on, my favourite was the shower show, pretty mild stuff but very sensual; my least favourite, the razor blades on a string trick. How anyone was supposed to be turned on by girls inserting razor blades I'm not sure. Super Queen bar [still there] used have this show and many others every night, it was also a notorious place for , and really, the sight of old farangs groping young teenagers was unpleasant to say the least.
Another notable difference from today is that long time was the norm and the price for this: 1000 baht, even in Patpong. Girls started to prefer short time only in about the last 10 years. As the girls then didn't have mobile phones once they were barfined no one could contact them and most just accepted they would stay the night with you usually leaving after breakfast.
Also worth mentioning was the freelance characters who also have thankfully disappeared. As a single male, if you walked anywhere around Silom in the evening nearly always some shady guy would sidle up to you from a dark alley and whisper 'you want young girl?' Like all touts if you keep walking they give up. Thankfully the underaged scene has disappeared from Bangkok go go bars, and the punters of that persuasion have moved on to Cambodia as anyone who reads newspapers, or is a Gary Glitter fan will know.
There were plenty of lovelies in the legal age bracket, many of them pale and tall Bangkok girls [think university students in bikinis] and you didn't have to be into school girls to enjoy yourself. The era I talk about was and remains the time from where Bangkok really got its naughty and seedy image as a whoremonger's paradise. Things built up from the Vietnam war era reaching a peak in the eighties and early nineties [as airfares became cheap] and are now very much in decline. Yes, it was more vibrant, yes it was more exciting. What remains, is a mere shadow of what it used to be like. I wouldn't recommend the Bangkok bar scene to anyone nowadays. Unless you are into a lot of plain Janes from Isaan who really do look better with their clothes on, look to Cuba, Brazil, and Eastern Europe. Cuba especially!
The thing I miss most is the lack of beauty in the bars nowadays. If you want to find a gem be prepared to visit half a dozen bars in order to find her, and then only maybe. Please don't edit or censor, we are all adult here. We all know there was a big problem going on here. Those of us here at the time should be allowed to report it.
I'd like to mention the place I always used to stay when I came here as a sex tourist during the eighties. The amazing Crown Hotel near the entrance to Sukhumvit soi 29. I've no idea how I ended up at this place the first time I came, but after that I never stayed anywhere else. It is a shabby, rundown establishment with absolutely no pretensions at all. All the rooms featured a double plus a single bedded room and nasty patterned Formica walls Bathrooms with big old ancient baths, and all this lit with 40 watt light bulbs, which I replaced with 100 watt bulbs that I bought in 7/11 just across the road. Rooms were 500 baht and 450 when you became a regular. The ground floor has short time rooms, which I still use occasionally for 200 baht. So, the place was and is a bit run down, but the staff are friendly and the location is great. Walking distance from Cowboy, Washington Square, and the bars on Soi 22. The little coffee shop always had good food at reasonable prices, I went in there the other day and it hasn't changed in 20 years, and probably since a lot longer ago. Ancient tour stickers around the place give it a rather sad atmosphere. At night all the local cops used to come here to play cards and gamble and get drunk.
After I got to know the owner he told me something of the history of the place. It was one of the first hotels built on Sukhumvit road in the sixties, when everything was low rise. During the Vietnam war the Americans used it as an R&R base. Those days the swimming pool was not there and the whole court yard was a lawn on which the American soldiers pitched tents for their accommodation. Officers used the rooms. Quite a few people have died on the premises over the years. Several through misadventure in the swimming pool, which is open all night, but not lit, one or two suicides and yet more from more or less natural reasons. When I told a regular girlfriend this, she freaked and refused to meet me there anymore. Nowadays the Crown looks a bit threatened. You can see it well from the sky train. It has a smart looking place opposite on 29 where there used to be noodle shops, and on the other side where there was waste ground for years, there appears to be a condo block going up. The old hotel is going to look even more out of place in a street which keeps getting smarter. It's worth checking out this bit of Sukhumvit history before it goes.
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