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Wonder how that works as a fuel additive. :
Found a chance to take a quick peek at this the other day… I think this a marvelous pose.
It appears I should find a volunteer to help complete the pose options to this.
that said…
Nope…
I have a small spread surrounded by towering mountains…with a backyard of 2000 square miles of California wilderness
The next owns a horse.
Again my eyes looked to Mercer and Brandy at the table, eying her rise, knowing her flaming desires were centered Mercers masterful skills. She would be soon shredding the table felt in her excited state.
“She wants him… HIM… badly… and you envy he has created that need…yet it excites you too… seeing her in that state… you want to join in…feel it all… the power of her excitement she has on you… It makes you jealous… excited…”
My eyes dart to my beautiful tormentor who has reappeared.
The vixen was right the swirling conflict of emotions, the inferno of lust raging inside…I was nearly reduced to nothing more than raw primal sexual energy. With what little resolve I had I had to turn my look from Mercer and Brandybee passionate kiss, .my eyes falling on the old photo across the room. .The old historic image taken from the Bars heyday when the Grills owned the place.
I hear her continue…
“It inflames you… excites you… the power she wields over you…when you feel it… feel her release on you… you crave it…”
She was right… yet I sensed Mercer would wear Brandy out and I’d be denied that.
I could stand this no longer… I had to find myself before she left me as simply a raging animal consumed in lust.
I reached deep inside I heard the silent urgings…focus … focus. I did, locking my sight on the old photo. I had never paid much attention to it before,… four men surrounding the pool table,.. obvious in fellowship beers and cigars,… one ,.. a burly chap was bent over lining his shot up.
Focus…. Eyes drifting into the background noting a couple against the wall… focus… find the details… do what you do best… she’s seated.. on a stool… he’s leaning in as if to whisper…hand on her thigh…
Focus… I lock to the woman… then glance to the vixen… ah… one and the same…again to the picture…who? Focus… my mind latching to old Joe.. other photos… Doris!… eyes lock to the man… Stanley obviously… whispering….. look at her face… open lips.. pursed… the expression… excitement…
Focus… his hand on her thigh… no… not hand some fingers lifted..he was rubbing her thigh… inner thigh… Oh Stanley you old dog… teasing your woman openly in the bar… What were you whispering? Getting her excited… look at her eyes… yes excited… focus… yes focused she was… eying that burly shooter.. his sleeves rolled up. A bull of a man. I reached for the inner strength… the Dom inside… find the details do what you do.
It was what I do… what I am … patient,… controlled… always reading my partner, looking for the subtle body signs which enhanced her pleasure bending her will to mine. Some claimed I read their minds… no only their body responses…words could lie, but the bodies reactions never did.
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Again words echoed in my soul… focus…My eyes drifted to Doris kneeling before me..Read her… I studied her face…the apparitions eyes gleaning with obvious excitement… eyes locked on the shaft she fondled. She was excited…. Yes… excited by all this sexual energy burning about..
Almost breathless I forced the words out. “What was he whispering Doris?”
She had been speaking but my concentration had blocked her out. “to take her… use her…” Her words broke as she glanced up.
“What was Stanley whispering to you in the photo? How much he wanted you… oh… he was teasing you that night wasn’t he. Working your imagination with naughty promises that you knew he always delivered on.”
Doris suddenly looked confused…I obviously had broken her train of thought.
“That night in the bar.. in the photo.”
She glanced to it as I pressed on. In the brief respite I anchored my soul again.
“Stanley was working you up that night wasn’t he… he does it so well, makes you excited. So hot for him… remember? Remember that beautiful sexual rush he gave you? He was perfect. You loved the way he made you feel. For one so prime and proper in the upper circles of society he was quite exciting wasn’t he.?”
She turned to me as if to speak.
I diced her opportunity with my words. Quick thoughts remembering Old Joes recounts of the Grills… their intense love… adventurous spirit.. and shameless open affection uncommon in that era.
“That night in the bar… he had you turned on… so wet.. wanting…was he telling you how much he wanted you. How he wanted to grab you and throw you over the pool table…take right there… right in front of everyone? Fuck you like a shameless hussy…Or was that your thoughts… you wanted him so badly that night you hoped he would… show all how much he turned you on?”
I glanced about the room seeking the unseen … where there was Doris… Stanley would be close.
“What were you whispering that night Stanley.? How badly you wanted her… or maybe a little fantasy. I bet you could work this little beauty up fiercely… make her cum at your will. Remember how it felt… her quivering on you. Ah yes..”
My eyes lock on to Doris her eyes widened in surprise. Her delicate hands still slowly pumped my mass.
I appraised her there, beautiful, seductive,…once a woman men would desire, even as an apparition she could make men ache in want.
“Yes,…I bet you loved watching her orgasms… I bet those words were flowing thru you that night,… and you my beauty,… eyes locked on that beast of a man, had a little fantasy too…Did you share it with Stanley? Was it something you both considered and never had the chance to act on? You fantasized about Stanley sharing you some night. As he whispered those naughty thoughts… you were thinking of what it might be like locked in passionate embrace taken by Stanley and another man..”
I could hear Brandys whimpers… her joyful cries filling the room.
“Listen to that Doris… feel the excitement…the joy of her in her nirvana,… lost in her desire … passion… you ache for that don’t you.. I see the look in the eyes as you look at me here… primed… wanting…it tickles your core… those lost desires in your soul… you want to feel that again…the feel of lips on the skin,…of a mans touch caressing your body…”
I hold my eyes on Doris as she looks to the table. She is trying to maintain control, but I see lips partially open… her.eyes locked on Brandy writhing under Mercer…She has yet to release my cock from her cupping grip. Yes there is a coldness to it,…but she continues expertly stroking me,…lost in her train of thought, if anything the contact firmer…I can almost sense her shifting uncomfortably excited.
I growl lean forward bringing my face down close to hers. I cock my head… gazing observantly on her. When she turns her eyes lock to the steeled consideration. She starts but I read the visible excitement.
“Ah yes,… hmmm… all this fondling,… sucking… you have planted a seed of desire…within yourself… you know it… you secretly hold a little glimmer within your soul… a want… to feel my lips, my kisses… my hands upon you teasing…and yes….the feel of me inside you… yes… yes…” the words hiss slowly from me.
My eyes drifting over her… leaving no doubt of their devouring intent… I hear the slap of Mercer pounding into Brandy Almost coldly I state to Doris, “I would love to feel you quaking under me.”
Doris pulls back,…obvious surprised at the brash bold words of the Scary Bear eying her like a juicy morsel … she shimmers and disappears.
I growl as I rise and settle back into the throne feeling the binds loosening on my wrist…The air is thick in sexual tension… the scent of jasmine quite pronounced. I am not certain the effect of my words on Doris,… other than knowing somewhere I hit a chord.
My lust is great…. As my need… but it is MY lust… and I settle back watching in delight as Mercer masterfully takes his pleasure.
I grin… smiling thinking to myself “Brandy is going to have a massive one… wish I could have felt it..”
What I was,… what I am ,… everything that defines my power and control had been ripped asunder by unseen forces binding me to throne and the nights prolonged teasing on imagined desires.. My obsession with Brandybee had started early in the evening, distracting thoughts as I had toweled myself and the anticipation that the nights costumes would make this an erotic night to remember, It had been an obsession powerful consuming my thoughts.
At this point I had been reduced to a creature of reaction, quivering in need,… burning with a desire as I struggled fruitless on the throne, my muscles pumped tight in the exertion.
Trembling , a sheen of sweat glistened on my skin as I watched Mercer expertly lead Brandy bee to her quaking orgasm. Panting I watched as my mind picked up the subtle signals my intimate knowledge recognized. In low whispers I spoke, yielding advice like an armchair quarterback, recognizing her close I wanted to scream at him… “Take her!,… Take her now! God… feel it… let her quake on manhood….”… Almost sadly I watched her explode. An opportunity wasted… a chance to feel her… FEEL HER shudder under that crashing ecstasy.
I growled,… glancing briefly away as my vision suddenly took in the manifestation of a beautiful woman Stepping with swaying hips,… eyes leveled in obvious desire as she approached me. Where this raven haired vixen had arrived I had no clue,… and yet she settled on her knees before me, reaching out to my throbbing member to stroke it in expertly.
She cupped my engorged cock with both hands, slowly stroking me as doe like eyes slowly met mine.
“It excites you doesn’t it… watching her? Hearing her cries… makes you want her more… to take her,… tease her to those peaks like you love to do….mmmm… make her want to feel this luscious cock.”… she leaned forward slow,… a small tongue slipped out rolling slow along the edge of crown.
“Such a waste … that such a prime hungry man like you can’t have what he wants. It should be you shouldn’t it? “ She bent my cock back… and slowly kissed it cupping and squeezing my sack,… lips and tongue creeping slow along my girth as I leaked mightly in want. It seemed an eternity before she reached the crown, pulling her lips over it as her delicate tongue teased the head. I chill of pleasure shuddered thru me.
I wanted more…
I wanted her to continue.
“It should be you there shouldn’t it? Look at her… on her knees worshiping his manhood in her lust…” I glanced to Brandy… eying her so. I knew that look on her face… focused,… her body building in obsessed desire. “It should be you… and you ache on that…ache on your need of her…You want her…want her to take you….”
The vixen slide her lips over me… suckling,… bobbing slowly lower as my girth stretched her mouth.. I groaned… moaned.as she worked me deeper.. pulling slow back,… gasping. As she breathlessly added… “It should be you she looks at in that desire… you she should be looking at in want uncontrolled want.” Again she lower eyes affixed to mine as she descended…. Fading… until my vision was of Brandy bee staring up… that look… beautiful… painted in lust and desire of the man she kneels before…I could feel her swallowing deeper… her slips sliding over my shaft, faster with the sweet pressure… I gasped…trembled in the excitement of her on me… watching her bob as my hips moved… my fingers bunching into her head I gyrate and and I drift into that luscious feel of using her mouth. Seeing her look up that glowing excitement of my actions flaming her wants, I know she floods at this…It builds on her want and greed of more.
My hips churn building close to that peak,…only to have my release torn asunder by a chilling cold grip of hands on my cock,…and fingers expertly pinching the shaft.to prevent any release. Quashing my orgasm in a matter which would have made a banana slug envious. I suddenly realize my hands are still bound as Brandybee has shimmered away disappearing to be replaced by the dark haired vixen kneeling again before me. I look to the table, eye Mercer there working Brandy as I just envisioned,… it was as if I had been seeing her thru his eyes,… experiencing,.. feeling all he was experiencing..
My lust ached for release… my need of satisfaction was almost painful in my restrained impotency to act.
“Oh my, look at this… so primed… glistening with desire.” I looked down and once again the dark haired vixen knelt before me. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she studied and fondled my shaft coated with the drippings of leakage which laced my engorged member.
“Look at her… giving him the release you so desire. It should be yours shouldn’t it.? This…” she stoked my harness with delicate teasing. “…this has a craving it looks so… unsatisfied “. Again she leans in teasing me with that soft delicate tongue again into that state of throbbing in pain… then disappears.
I swear under my breaths as my lungs fill with the scent of jasmine as Mercer groans in his orgasm.
mm.. you” spin off” as in Torchwood…?
The nest one has a crush on one of the Doctors Assistants…
Well a rule of thumb I have found, how patient and relaxed they are in general chat often provides a preview of what you can expect in room. If you are accepting cold invites, expect pose hoppers.
Concerto hit many points nicely.
Without a doubt…
The next one just laughed.
November 4, 2013 at 5:14 am in reply to: Post a picture/image that might describe you somehow #102811If you climb in the saddle, be ready to ride…
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October 28, 2013 at 5:30 am in reply to: More Body figures to make achat more interesting and versatile #102762Speaking realistically, body modifications are going to take a massive rewrite of the program. Prior experiments with breast size left certain hand actions basically waving in the air, rather disappointing in terms of visual completeness. There might be programming answers to this in terms of a boundary buffer to the avatars, however system requirements to make this work might make such an option beyond the market target the developers have.
Good to see ya about JD! I relate completely to how demanding pesky RL can be.
And a happy birthday to you
Indeed you will find a better chance of success in identifying those poses which might work. Sp please continue and expand on this some for us.
You two need to borrow the horse costume? :
In real life?
Raises hand… and it was a VERY hot session…
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