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The ART of Scening....
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The ART of Scening.... Yes... it is an art. As much as I love to sit around and tease every guy in the room with a few of my sexy RL adventures... I really love to sit back and watch a good scene. What defines a good scene? You ask. Glad you asked... 1. It's realistic- as your words hit the page.. The actions make sense... 2. It's descriptive- I can visualize exactly what your words are describing.. and it is so well described... that my fingers start wandering... 3. It's more than one word answers... but not a lot of fluff... I want clear and intimate details... but don't bore me metaphors and similes... turn me on with just the right amount of detail... Is it wet? warm? glistening? mmmm... get my fingers moving with just the right words.... 4. It's rife with sensual words... not just nasty words.... I want a guy to fuck me hard... but I'm going to need a lot of touches, caresses, kisses... along my soft folds, pert nipples, warm lips... mmmm... get the picture? I think 4 rules should be enough. I'm not quite sure what else there is out there... but please... please... don't make it sound like you just need to get it over with... |
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6/28/2012 12:35 pm |
We met you at a local bar. My wife and I were playing pool and you slipped me your number. I wasn't sure if you realized we were married, or even if you realized that my wife and I were in fact checking you out earlier in the night. Funny thing, was that the reason we went over to the pool table in the first place was to get closer to you. We exchanged glances more than a dozen times. There was something about the way you were holding your drink and watching us, I just knew you were into me. It even made me a little hard thinking about it. Could I get you to come home with us? I wasn't sure. But, I kept subtly sending you messages. I'm not sure if you even noticed my signals. But, I know you saw me press my dick against the corner of the table as I took a few long shots. I even did it slow and gave you a sly smile at one point... and I think that's what set you over the edge. So, when you slipped me your phone number while my wife was shooting, I couldn't let the opportunity pass. Your intention was to just drop the napkin off and walk away, but I didn't want it to end there. That was my sign that you wanted me, and I was going to show you that I wanted you just as bad. I wasn't about to let you go without giving you a taste of what you'd be getting. So as your arm slowly retracted and you turned away to leave, I quickly grabbed your hand, pulled you in close, froze for a moment as I saw your beautiful eyes; the slight shock on your face, and the excitement that instantaneously replaced it... I slowly brought my hand up to the side of your head, fingertips into your beautiful hair, leaned in and kissed you...slowly, passionately, intensely. It was only a few moments, but it seemed like an hour went by. There we were, making out in the corner of the crowded bar, filled with an intense rush of adrenaline, the world slowing down around us. You could feel the bulge in my pants pressed up against you get harder and start to pulsate. I was lost in the soft play of your lips. Our tongues gently flicked each others. Your hands were on my hips, gently grabbing me and pulling me closer. When you took one hand and grabbed my ass, you pulled me even harder towards yourself, my rock hard cock confined by my jeans pressing even harder into you... I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to have you. We stopped kissing, our heads resting against each other, bodies slightly rocking in a rhythm that suggested we'd be having wild passionate sex right there on the pool table if it wasn't for all the people there. I came close to your ear and said, "let's get out of here." We turned to walk out the door, you led me by the hand, and I couldn't help but check out your sexy ass as we went. I motioned with my other hand to my wife, who at that point had been watching us from the other side of the pool table, and she followed. We walked a few blocks to your place. My raging hard-on was impossible to conceal at this point, but I no longer cared. Every street we crossed, we stopped to kiss... fondling each other in a primal exploration. Our bodies were calling each others. As you opened the front door, I entered with anticipation. When you turned around and kissed me again, my wife showed up behind me. At first you were surprised, maybe even concerned, but I smiled and said "it's ok, she's with me." I wasn't quite sure how you would react, but I'll have to say, I was quite surprised to see just how accepting you were of her being there. You took us both by the hands and led us into your living room. I wanted to fuck you so hard, right then and there. I wanted to send you into a mind blowing state of continuous orgasms. But, I knew that the best way to send you there was to build up the anticipation. To tease you until your point of breaking, and make you beg to be fucked. You and I began undressing each other slowly by the couch, as my wife got comfortable on the other side of the room. She was already quite wet from watching us together, and I saw in her eyes... she wanted nothing more than to watch me fuck you. In a whirlwind of kissing, our shirts came off. I began to gently kiss your neck as I unhooked your bra. I pulled one shoulder strap off with my teeth, the other with my right hand, and made my way down to your beautiful round tits. With gentle kisses, and slight flicks with my tongue I traced a pattern down your shoulder, around your left breast, softly kissing your nipple (now hard with excitement). I gave it a couple gentle flicks with my tongue, so subtle that you could barely feel it and could tell that definitely did something to you. I continued around to your other breast, mimicking the same pattern. Then I worked my way back up to your neck, gently tickling you with my tongue as I worked my way to your ear, gave a gentle nibble and quickly repeated the same path down. Your skin was so soft, I couldn't help but feel every inch of your body, rubbing you softly with my hands. I lightly ran my fingers down your back as I made my way down to your stomach. I could tell the sensation was driving you wild, and it made me even more excited knowing how good I was making you feel. I continued to tease your back with my fingertips, as I did the same around your belly button with my tongue... down close to the button on your pants (just a tease), then back up and around again... an unrehearsed improvisation of movements that sent twinges of excitement through your entire body. I was on my knees in front of you, teasing and tickling your soft skin. The moonlight bathing our bodies with it's light blue glow. The sounds of gentle kisses and heavy breathing drowning out the occasional car engine. We were focused on each other. My wife was groaning to herself ever so quietly, with one hand working up a fury in her pants, the other squeezing her exposed nipple. We both looked over at her at the same time. She looked back at us intently, as if to say, "keep going damnit, I want to see more!" (to be continued...)
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6/22/2012 8:15 am |
Ok, I think I'll be able to work something up here that you'll like. But, since my goal is to get YOUR fingers moving... let's get an idea for what YOU like first. Call it a base to work off of... a canvas, if you will. Tell me, do you have any specific turn-ons, turn-offs, any predominant fantasies? Ever have a threesome? How comfortable are you with other women? Do you like giving/receiving oral? Anything else I can work off of would be nice. I just want to make sure I get those fingers moving and keep them going, you know...
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no time limit... do tell... in as much detail as possible 
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6/21/2012 7:20 pm |
So you want me to, what... describe what would happen if we met? hmmmm. Is there a time limit? I might go into a bit of detail...
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