So You Want To Talk Dirty But You Have No Clue What To Say?

Steve gets Denied!!

Last night I had a dream about something that happened years ago and I thought I’d share the story with you.  This happened when I was a couple years out of college and my boyfriend at the time and I were not dating, that boyfriend ended up being my hubby. We were taking some time off from our relationship to decide which way we wanted to go, should we stay together or move on and meet other people?  As the story goes, happily we ended up back together and as they say the rest is history. 

  One of my best friends from college was engaged to her college boyfriend for six months when he suddenly and expectantly called the wedding off.  I felt awful as she had already begun to make plans for the wedding and I was helping her as I was going to be a bride’s maid in the wedding party.  I felt awful for my girlfriend and was quite surprised to find Steve, her ex-fiancé’ knocking at my condo door one evening just a week after he called the wedding off.

  My attitude toward him was one of coolness and he apologized for causing my friend so much hurt and disappointment.  He knew how upset I was at him but he asked if he could come in to talk and give “his side of the story.” I listened somewhat disinterested at his reasoning for the break up but I had already made up my mind about what a jerk Steve was for doing what he did.  After bout a forty five minute conversation to my amazement he soon began to come on to me and suggested in a roundabout way that we could be “good for each other.”  I made the split decision to instead of get mad at him I would encourage him to make a fool of him.

  After a few drinks we began to play kissy-face and I allowed my kisses to be just passionate enough to lead Steve to believe he had a “chance.”  I had always enjoyed teasing guys over the years but I wanted to make Steve sick with lust and desire before I pulled the string on him.  My girlfriend had told me Steve had a thing for feet so in between our little make out sessions I crossed my legs and allowed my flip-flops to dangle from my toes and made sure to wiggle them quite a bit.  I laughed to myself as I caught Steve staring longingly at my foot and soon noticed a bulge appearing in his crotch.

  During one of our little make out sessions I feigned passion and reluctantly allowed him to remove my shirt and bra.  I was amused and flattered at the look of awe on Steve’s face as my breasts presented themselves to him.  I am a rather typical looking Chinese gal in the face but have been blessed with exotic looks, and a lush body highlighted by fairly large firm breasts – for a Chinese gal.  I can recall in my college days more than one guy mistakenly assumed that removing my bra was tantamount to removing my panties.  I had something along the same line in mind for Steve.

  Steve immediately bent to pay homage to the perfect pair, and I countered by gently unzipping his fly and removing his cock from his pants.  Steve’s cock was not all that long, but it had quite a hefty girth to it.  It was fully aroused but not nearly as hungry and desperate as I had in mind for it.

  I began a slow, soft and lazy hand job as Steve slurped, feasted and moaned on my breasts.  Steve soon eased a hand up under my skirt but I removed his hand and excused myself for a moment because I had forgotten to wear panties that day.  I don’t particularly enjoy wearing panties but they are quite effective in preventing accidental penetration when intercourse is not in the cards and it was definitely not in the cards for Steve.

  The little interruption was good for Steve in any event, as it gave him a little time to stew and sweat and wonder.  I nearly laughed out loud as I caught Steve stroking his cock when I came back into the room.  I knew he would be stroking it again, at least once before the night was over – next time in the privacy of his own home, lol….

  I bent down over the edge of the couch and gave Steve a light kiss, drawing teasingly away as he sought more passion from me. My breasts swayed before his eyes and I caught the first undeniable look of desperation on his face and knew that the teasing was taking its toll.  I countered Steve’s now serious and desperate mood by being playful and frisky, knowing quite well that it was the last thing he wanted. 

  I resumed my seat beside him and stuck my tongue in his ear and licked his neck as I giggled playfully, knowing just how much this can turn a guy on.  When he attempted to move back to my breasts, I stopped him and demanded he think of a name for each of them before he could kiss them again.  He stared at them in frustration as I shimmed them slowly until he responded.  As he thought of names I bent to his now inflamed cock and brought my lips to within less than an inch of touching it and announced that I was naming his cock Kawliga, as in the old Hank William’s country western song where poor, old Kawliga never got a kiss.  Steve was not the least bit amused by this antic, and I detected the head of his cock throbbing involuntarily in anticipation of the feel of my warm, wet lips and tongue around his engorged cock.  Instead all he got to feel was my hot breath for a few seconds before I sat back up with an impish look on my face and laughed knowingly at his obvious desire and I noticed the first drops of pre-cum on the head of his throbbing cock.

  Steve’s face showed his frustration and bitter disappointment and I decided to add a little fuel to the fire.  I sweetly and seductively whispered in his ear that I did not believe in blowjobs, as if they were a religion or something.  Simply hearing me hotly mouth the word blowjob had its desired mind-inflaming effect and Steve shuddered at my hot breath in his ear and I giggled as I watched his untouched cock bob and sway in his lap with his pre-cum now dripping down along its throbbing veins. 

  Steve was becoming quite anxious because of my playful teasing manner and my bobbing, swaying breasts continued to taunt him as did the fact that my skirt had somehow managed to ride up considerably higher exposing my tanned thighs and bright white bikini cotton panties.

  Steve’s poor cock wasn’t faring too well and lolled, heavily swollen, like an obscene sausage.  I doubted that it had begun to ache yet but knew that it would be a source of considerable discomfort to him before he got it home and “tended” to it.  It had taken on that hair-trigger look and I reminded myself to be careful that he didn’t lose his load and ruin all my hard work.  I let him have another session with my breasts and was amazed at his lust and hunger.  Knowing that he had a thing for feet I was amazed that he never asked to kiss them but maybe he was too embarrassed to ask.

  The little leg display that Steve had received now prompted him to run his hand up under my skirt in search of “Miss Puss.”  Miss Puss was nice and damp and hot and snug and capable of giving a man intense pleasure.  Miss Puss could also be maddening and elusive and capable of causing a man pure hell and torment.  Poor Steve met the latter Miss Puss. 

  As Steve rubbed his fingers around my crotch and felt the heat off Miss Puss through my panties he started to moan.  I looked at his throbbing cock and noticed he now had nearly a continuous flow of pre-cum dripping out of its engorged head and down his bobbing shaft in anticipation of a much needed orgasm.

  I began to prepare to pull the string on him and send him on his way however I allowed him to slip my skirt off but kept my panties on.  The cotton material served the dual purpose of inflaming and containing Steve’s passion.

  As he slobbered and kissed my legs and belly in a desperate attempt to arouse my passion I very coolly began to bring his load to the brink with a slow steady hand job designed to almost get the job done, but not quite, if you know what I mean.

  Once I had Steve’s load right where I wanted it, trapped in his swollen blue balls I began to play with it like a yo-yo bringing it to the edge and back with softer and lighter strokes and then steadier more regular strokes.  He tried to buck and hump his hips in an attempt to get the rhythm he need to cum but each time he tried I gently let go of his swollen sausage while he let out a large moan in frustration.

  Steve continued to try and arouse my passion to get me to his level of “need” and moved to his knees in front of me to put his head between my legs in an attempt at licking my pussy through my panties.  I let him get face to face with Miss Puss, almost but not quite thanks to my damp panties. I am sure he could smell my pussy and feel her warm, moist heat.  With Steve on his knees in front of my I lifted my foot and began to gently rub his cock with my talented foot.  I giggled when I realized that Steve had started to hump my foot and leg in hopes of some relief but I moved my foot away each time he started to get a rhythm and close to cumming which caused him to moan loudly in frustration.  It was a scene I was sure he would remember later that evening as he jerked off alone at home.

  When he realized he wasn’t having much luck with his head between my legs he moved back up onto the sofa next to me which allowed me to gently tease that swollen sausage of his with some more gentle strokes.  With lust in his eyes he then suggested we to the bedroom, and I knew the time had come to shut him off, I laughed a bit and said “Not this time Steve.”  I gently jacked his cock one last time and released if forever.  It was an angry plum color as I slipped it back into his pants and gently tugged up the zipper.

  Miss Puss had now turned from an object of love and passion to one of torment for Steve.  He hoarsely asked me why he couldn’t have any and I told him what I thought of what he did to my friend.  I saw the panic in his eyes as he stared helplessly at my coral-tipped teasers that still swayed mockingly before him.  I quickly stood and bent from the waist with my back to Steve and picked up my bra.  The view that I presented was designed to torment further, and it did.  Steve groaned audibly and I settled in a chair opposite him and began to fasten my bra very slowly, then turning it around and gently fitting each breast into its own cup.

  Steve began to plead for sympathy and understanding, but we both knew that sympathy and understanding were not what he really needed.  Steve’s problem was plainly visible in the form of a huge bloated lump in the front of his pants.  The tease was going to be rough on him he was a guy use to getting what he wanted and he wanted it.

  As I sat across from Steve he stared at the never-never land of pleasure between my legs and the bulge in his crotch pulsed uncontrollably.  I told him to go home to take care of his “problem” because I needed to get ready for a date I had later that evening.  I giggled to myself as he got up and walked to the door as the bulge in the front of his pants “pointed” the way as I thought to myself, yes cock teasing can be fun.  I quickly got dressed for my date; I was suddenly getting quite horny.  Kisses….

Via @onlyshecums 

Laying still, doing what she asks, letting her take her time, not distracting the experience by trying to wank, focusing on her not on himself. That’s what a gentleman does for his lady, be he her slave or not.

Kasey was well aware of why the sounds coming from Michael were so agonized. She knew that her expectations of a lover were at best…. different. At worst…. some might say unrealistic or even cruel. Still, she knew what she wanted and settling for anything less than what she expected of a man was simply not an acceptable option for her.

She was also perfectly aware that tonight would be by far the most difficult night for Michael so far. From their first date nearly two months ago Kasey had sensed something in his eye, in his behavior, something that made her feel like maybe… just maybe…. Michael might be different.

And so far, she could not have been more right. But tonight, for the first time since they’d begun seeing one another, finally, Kasey was allowing Michael entry in to her soft, moist pussy. Still, he needed to understand it was for her pleasure, not his own. Before he slipped inside her Kasey purred, “Fuck me, Michael…. make me cum….. but don’t cum…. not unless I say….”

After waiting as long as he had he was more than eager to play by her rules. And after all, this was far from the first time Michael found himself at the mercy of Kasey’s rules. And her rules were always the same, whether it was when he’d felt her softly, skillfully stroking his cock... or if he’d been writhing in a blend of pleasure and agony when she ravished and devoured him with her soft mouth and swirling tongue yet denying him his release.

No cumming, unless Kasey said. That was her rule. And although Kasey never missed her opportunity for a shuddering, orgasmic release, that was certainly not true for Michael. Because for Kasey, nearly as pleasurable for her as her own shuddering orgasms, were the pleasure and power she felt when she simply said, “No, Michael….. not tonight…. not for you….,” leaving him to ache in frustration.

But never, not until tonight had Michael had to endure the moistness, the softness, of Kasey’s pussy while trying to hold back. And after doing as instructed, fucking her hard and long, giving her the orgasm she’d asked for, Michael was now teetering on the brink himself.

“Kasey please?! Please, please can I cum?? Oh god, I’m so close!”

“No baby…. you can’t…. stay still…. stop moving…..” Her voice was soft, husky, dripping with lust.

Obediently, as if Kasey had flipped a switch in him he stopped, though he still pleaded his case. “Kasey please…. oh god, I need to cum so bad…….”

“Mmm, I know you do baby…. I can tell…. you’re right there, aren’t you?…. but you can’t Michael…. you’re not allowed… not tonight…. you have to pull out sweetheart...”

Kasey smiled at his whimper, at the feel of him withdrawing from her. She kissed him softly, sensually, murmuring sweet encouragements and words of praise. “Mmm, that’s it baby….. that’s it…. oh sweetie, it’s still right there, isn’t it?…. just breathe… let it slip away….”

Kasey gently stroked his hair, caressed his face, savoring his frustration as he could do nothing but helplessly allow the nearness of his orgasm to fade away. Then with a smile she murmured, “There…. all better?…. is it all gone now, honey?….”

Smiling at his whimper Kasey cooed, “….. you’re ok sweetie…. just breathe now… let it ache… it’ll be ok baby, I promise. You did so well Michael….. maybe next time the answer will be yes…… maybe…..”

Ruined Orgasms

What is a Ruined Orgasm?

I guess the biggest misunderstanding about ruined orgasms comes from the word “ruined”. It has a negative connotation. It suggests something unpleasant or unfinished. It's also often called a "touchless orgasm", which is more accurate I believe.

"Ruined" is simply inaccurate. A perfectly “ruined” orgasm is still an orgasm! It will feel profoundly different, but it will always be WONDERFUL – especially if you use it as a way to prolong your lovemaking! Males have been giving themselves orgasms for many years, but one thing that it is basically impossible for them to do is give themselves a "ruined orgasm". This, among other things, is what makes it so mind-blowing.

The basic concept is very simple, in theory at least. Let’s say that his point of no return (the precise moment, no matter what happens, once reached, the body gives the “kick-off” and inevitably triggers the orgasm) is very precisely seven minutes, then you must stimulate him for just under seven minutes (and not a second more). At that moment, release his nub and absolutely stop all your stimulation. As long as he doesn’t receive physical stimulation, his orgasmic reflexes will lead him straight to a ruined orgasm. Mission accomplished!

The key to a ruined orgasm is to find the right moment to interrupt the stimulation. Instead of “letting go at the last second”, you can stop much sooner. The goal is to leave him on the verge of orgasm, as if time were suspended, for as long as possible before his body triggers the ejaculatory reflexes. If you do it correctly his semen should just flow effortlessly drip down along his straining nub.

Do you see that “floating” moment, the time it takes for the semen to flow without caressing it? If so, congratulations, you’ve done it!

Benefits of a Ruined Orgasm

If done correctly, he will still be horny afterwards and will stay hard as a rock, still wanting more, even though he just ejaculated. Ruined orgasms are great when you want to give him an orgasm but still leave him horny when you lock him back up. Or, if you plan to have an all-night love-making session but you are afraid that he will cum to quickly, you can start your evening with a touchless orgasm.

He will experience no 'refractory period' after a ruined orgasm. Whereas a normal orgasm causes him to lose his erection and enter what  is called the “refractory period” where he is no longer motivated to  have sex, a ruined orgasm has the opposite effect – it causes him to  stay hard, fully aroused, hyper-energized, and HIGHLY motivated.

His recover period will be MUCH quicker, and if you have sex after a ruined orgasm, he will last must longer too!

Most of the benefits of a long period in chastity (for you - i.e. motivation, energy, increased oxytocin etc) will not be lost after a ruined orgasm.

How to give a Ruined Orgasm

I'll start by saying that there is no 'one right way'. But this is what I like to do...

SETUP:

Tell him to lie down on his back.

Ideally, restrain his hands behind his back, or tell him to lie on his hands. Most males can't be trusted to not touch their nub at the crux of the ruined orgasm! Tell him he is at no point allowed to touch his (your!) nub. Throw in a blindfold for fun, if you feel like it.

Tell him you are going to give him a ruined orgasm, and that he should not cum until you tell him he can.

TIP: If you don't feel like direct skin contact or don't want any 'mess', tell him to wear tight lycra shorts or swim briefs, and then stroke him through the fabric, rather than have him completely naked.

PROCESS:

With your male on his back, take one hand (i.e. my left hand), and grip his balls and pull them away from his body until his penis is pointing up at almost 90 degrees.

With your right hand's index finger, stroke upwards (from the balls to the tip of the nub) slowly and deliberately. his most sensitive part is the area on the underside of his nub just before the tip. Stop just short of this area. It's much harder for a male to orgasm with an upward stroke as opposed to a downward one.

Keep this motion up for a while. Don't speed up - slow and steady is what you want, so that you don't drive him over the edge too quickly.

Every 10-15 strokes, slowly rub the sensitive area a few times, or gave a few circles along the head of his nub, and then to go back to the slow upward stroking motion.

If you feel his balls contract, or his nub twitches, let go with both hands immediately. Tell him to not cum - "no cumming... don't cum yet". Or you can ask him to announce when he is getting close. When he says "I'm close", let go with both hands. Count to 20, and then pull his balls away again and start with the slow upward motion.

Eventually (or soon, depending on the lockup period!), even letting go completely will cause him to go over the edge. Don't stimulate him at all at this point. The cum should ooze gently from the tip of his nub and down the shaft - no spurting, no major twitching... a perfectly ruined orgasm.

ADDED EXTRA: The second you see any cum being released, tap / slap his balls with the flat of your hand for 20-30 seconds or until all of the cum has been released. Be careful not to touch the penis at this point, only the balls.

Tell him to clean up and re-lock his nub immediately.

Bravo - you've done it!

As mentioned, everyone does it differently, but this is a basic 101! Trust me, he will be begging you for more in no time!!

Pro Tip: If your male is caged and you don't wish to unlock him for a ruined orgasm, use a vibrator or vibrating massager and simply place it on the base ring of his cage, underneath his balls. The vibrations will eventually bring him to the point of orgasm. Ensure he tells you when he is close to climax. At this point, stop the vibrations and cease all contact. If you time it right, his cum with leak out of the front of the cage in a perfectly ruined orgasm.

Milwaukee Trip

After weeks of sexting back and forth, I found an opening to go visit the Milwaukee slut wife that I fucked in Nashville.  Her husband left Sunday morning, which left a window for her to make sure he got on his plane so I could come up and visit.  I was up there by the afternoon and parked in the garage to avoid prying eyes.  She greeted me wearing a skin-tight dress, heels, stockings, and her makeup all done.  The kind of look that is borderline elegant, but leaning more towards revealing to get looks.

When I walked in, we kissed for 15+ minutes and ended up on the couch without even having said a word to each other.  We laughed and had some wine, but didn’t finish it before we were all over each other again.  I eventually carried her upstairs and pulled her dress down to expose her tits.  I pulled her hair back to kiss her neck and work my lips down to and around her nipples.  I teased her and she straddled me, grinding on me as I kissed, sucked-on, and bit her nipples.  She pulled out some nipple clamps from a drawer and I put them on her.  I asked her if she missed me.  In between kisses and biting her lower lip, she told me she has wanted me so bad.  She hadn’t found a good opportunity to cheat since she was with me, but admitted that she thought of me every time she fucked her husband.

I pushed her down to her knees and got on the bed so she could take me in her mouth.  She licked and stroked my shaft with her left hand.  I grew harder seeing her wedding ring against my cock.  I grabbed her hair and pushed her mouth down on me to take me until she gagged.  Her gag reflex was terrible and she admitted that she didn’t think she was good at giving head.  It felt good, I had her lie down and hang her head over the bed and I slid my cock into her mouth to get a direct line to her throat.  I got in deep and she gagged terribly, but gave her some breaks while I fucked her mouth.  It was ok, to be honest and I don’t think she was into it.  Hahaha.  She never did that with other man, so I popped her throat’s cherry, so there’s that.

Anyway, I changed things up and lifted her dress up only to enjoy pushing her panties aside and pressing the tip of my bare cock into her as she was on her back and her legs were spread.  I eased into her and was the first bare cock she’s felt, other than her husband’s, since she got married.  It was hot seeing her juices all over my cock as I looked down, the tight squeeze of her cunt on me until she loosened up so I could go further in until I bottomed out.  Eventually the wet fabric of her panties started their typical irritating friction on my shaft, so I just ripped them off.  I put my hand on her throat while I fucked her.  I lifted a leg up to reach down and slap her ass hard.  She wanted me to slap her tits, pinched nipples and all.

The dirty talk was much dirtier than last time.  I fucked her on her marital bed in sight of pictures of her and her husband.  I fucked her from behind and pressed her face into the bed.  She begged me to, “Rape [her] pussy,” to fuck her like I hated her, and to put a real man’s baby in her.  She said she was ovulating (a lie to just make the moment dirtier) and she asked if it turned me on that she lied when she told me she was on the pill (she really was, but was just trying to make it dirtier with some role play).

So I fucked her like I hated her.  I held her down and choked her; slapped my cock against her pussy, ass, and face, telling her that she was a worthless whore.  I told her that I owned her now and if she told her husband that I “raped” her that he wouldn’t want her anymore.  I ruined her makeup and made her gag on my cock again, which was fucking hot this time around.  The next time I got in her pussy I was ready to go and without warning, I came deep in her pussy.  She was so turned on she said in all manner of filthy words how she (role play) didn’t want me to cum in her because I would impregnate her fertile pussy and what would she tell her husband if she got pregnant?  I stayed hard after I came and fucked her for a while more.

That was Sunday.  We stayed at a nice hotel downtown together so we wouldn’t be caught by any surprise visitors (should her husband come home or someone with prying eyes stop by).  I stayed until Tuesday and the sex on Sunday night, Monday, and Tuesday morning was fucking amazing.  The sex was passionate and if it wasn’t rough, it was gentle and sexy in a very different way.  It was a great use of “sick days” for both of us.

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