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You know what makes this really hot to me in this? The beer. Well… not literally the beer, but the idea that a couple of people are just sitting at a table, enjoying their drinks and chatting while this is going on is fucking hot to me.
Lingerie for my sub.- Sir
I know I’ve posted this before… or at least the one in the upper-right corner, but this needed reblogging. :-)
Per naughtyballerina’s request, I had her order Chinese food delivery while blindfolded and being fingered by me. The results were hilarious, as you can hear.
Pardon the brief moments of silence. I had to edit out the exchange of phone number and address, which is a shame because that part was pretty funny as well. After hanging up the phone she requests permission to cum, which I immediately grant. She had done a terrific job, after all.
She did such a good job, in fact, that next time I think I’ll have her do it with a mouth full of cum, and no swallowing allowed.
My favorite part is the end, after cumming, when she says “That bitch! So many questions!”
There may be a video coming soon as well, depending on how much free time I can justify giving myself.
Re-blogged by request.
There is a great video of this somewhere, also. It would take forever for me to find it using my phone. I’m pretty sure that if you click the “videos” link from a computer, you’ll be able to find it rather quickly.
If I notice someone in my activity feed found it, then I’ll re-blog it here for all y’all new swallowers to enjoy.
Oh my god.
This. This is the relationship I want. Kinky. Dirty. Playful.
Please. And thank you.
Yes. So much yes <3
LOL! I found the vid!
I’ve never been much of an exhibitionist outside of my fantasies. Even small things, like kissing in public for more than three seconds, cause me irrational anxiety. So when, while sitting at the crowded pool, he leaned over my chair and said “I want you to take your top off,” I answered with a nervous laugh and shook my head.
We lingered at the pool until the sun had fallen behind the apartment buildings which surrounded us— just long enough for his request to grow in my head. Some distance away, only one other group of people remained. I turned on my side, away from the group and toward him.
"I want to do it,” I said.
He smiled, “I know.”
I looked up at the apartment building I was now facing and saw a light on the second floor turn on. ”But you have to do it for me,” I bargained. He adjusted his body to block the view from any passersby and lifted up the right cup of my bikini top.
"Too much! Too much!" I immediately protested as the cool breeze hit my erect nipple. He readjusted my top, smiled, and gave me a kiss on the top of my nose. He quietly looked me in the eyes while I processed the mixture of fear and excitement I was feeling.
After some discussion, I was ready to try again. This time I was braver as he lifted both cups of my bikini for much longer than he previously had. He eventually lowered my top and whispered, “I think it is time we got you home.”
Oh! Very nice!
Riding a sybian in public for charity
:-) This is great! I wonder how many women they had to ask?
Yup, we’re still driving…
Don’t pout. Pull it off your shoulders and I’ll consider allowing you to cover back up before we pull into your office parking lot.
Oh, I’d pout. And protest. And hate the doing it. I would be horribly embarrassed and try to talk You out of it.
But the fact that You are making me do it, ~knowing~ how uncomfortable I am? How much I hate it? And it being a source of pleasure for You (both the action itself and that I hate it)?
The fact that I am obeying You despite being genuinely against my preferences or anything I’d choose to experience on my own?
I’d be soaking wet long before we made it to the parking lot.
And would feel a warm, contented, loving glow inside for days.
As a dom, I’m not there yet… but I think it’s more of a relationship thing. With the right person, I’d get there eventually.
Until then, along the way, I’m going to have a hell of a lot of fun making you admit to liking things, and making you ask for them.
Does anyone have any ideas for pussy punishments that can be done in public places under clothes? Like clothespins on your pussy lips so that no one can see, but you’re fully aware and unable to do anything about it?
» Mint toothpaste
» Capsaicin cream (for muscle relief, found in drug stores, start with only ¼ of a pea-sized drop)
» If wearing long enough pants, you could have a crotch rope, knotted in the right spots, and tie rope/elastic/ribbon from the rope to each ankle so that fully extending the leg jostles the rope slightly.
» Skirt, no panties, dildo or some other insertable, and carrying a drink and some books so that you have to hold it in without using your hands.
» I’ve heard of someone buying vitamin B liquid capsules, using a syringe to replace the contents with (not full strength!) cinnamon oil, and then using medical tape to tape that against her clit while in a mall bathroom. The capsule took several minutes to melt, and by then she was in public.
Anyone else have ideas?
As I sat in my car going through Tumblr today, I became very turned on. I began to grind against my seat, and enjoy every sensation of my jeans rubbing against my clit.
After 10 minutes I was throbbing, but had decided not to touch. I was in a packed parking lot, who knows when someone would have walked up?
I held out for a full half hour. I was trembling and pulsating. My pussy was contracting, desperate for attention. My clit would not stop throbbing. I had soaked myself through my jeans.
I had considered leaving the parking lot to go home and take care of things, but that would have been another half hour. I was in no mood for self denial, I desperately needed to cum!
I leaned my seat back, unzipped my jeans, and stroked my juicy lips through my silk thong, and god were they soaked. My other hand went to town only clit, caught between pleasure and fear that someone would see me.
I felt like a kid on Christmas morning when I remembered I had my vibrator from yesterday’s session.
I put it on its highest power against my clit, making my legs tremble and spasm, while my clit took on the vibrating abuse I knew it needed. My other hand continued to work on my pussy, only now my finger was pumping in and out, soaking my lips even more.
I came hard. I moaned, and shook my car as I orgasmed. My pussy still felt somewhat unsatisfied, so I kept going until I orgasmed again, which made me moan more desperately, and my body weak with pleasure.
Imagine my surprise to look over and see that a man was on his phone, able to see everything I did. Bet I made his day.
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