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reblog if your inbox is always open for new members of the fandom who may be a little shy or intimidated. doesn’t matter whether or not you’re a “popular blog”; everyone here is equal and if you’re reading this as a new person/someone considering entering the fandom, we will not turn you away!!!! talk to us!! make friends!! i more than understand being shy but trust me this fandom is chill come join us in this hellhole

Ok I got a question for all my fanfic writers.

When you're writing a story or brainstorming one, do the ideas usually come in chronological order or are they all over the board?

I've got ideas for some if the major events of my fic but I'm having trouble planing the parts inbetween.

So I've come up with this crack idea that werebeasts could be possible in the Avatarverse. Hear me out.

So we know that spirits can disfigured people through possession right? What about if a person willingly allowed a spirit to posses them to obtain some of the spirits abilities. Basically a possession based werebeast instead of a curse.

I'm thinking of putting the idea in my fanfic because the MC is gunna be an isekai character with an obsession with wolves/werewolves.

fanfic end of the year asks

since it’s december, i thought i’d make a little end of the year ask meme for fanfic writers and readers! reblog and ask away

favorite fic you wrote this year

least favorite fic you wrote this year

favorite line/scene you wrote this year

total number of words you wrote this year

most popular fic this year

least popular fic this year

longest completed fic you wrote this year

shortest completed fic you wrote this year

longest wip of the year

shortest wip of the year

fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year

favorite character to write about this year

favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

a fic you didn’t expect to write

something you learned this year

fic(s) you completed this year

fics you’ll continue next year

current number of wips

any new fics to start next year

number of comments you haven’t read

most memorable comment/review

events you participated in this year

fics you wanted to write but didn’t

favorite fic you read this year

a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

number of favorites/bookmarks you made this year

favorite fanfic author of the year

longest fic you read this year

shortest fic you read this year

favorite fandom to read fic from this year

*feel free to specify fandoms or a fic depending on the question.

Cultural Anatomy: Southern Water Tribe Coats

The coats that the Southern Water Tribe wears are commonly known in English as parkas. A parka is a a cold-weather coat that is typically hip-length or longer, stuffed with down, and possessing a fur-lined hood. Parkas are traditionally worn by various Arctic peoples, such as the Inuit/Iñupiat and Yup’ik.

The parkas that Katara and Sokka wear appear to based on traditional Yup’ik and Iñupiat coats, respectively. Note the similar silhouettes, the distinctive fur lining on the sleeve seams, the curved hems with side slits for the legs, and the fur lining around the waist of Katara’s jacket.

The parka that Gran-Gran wears appears to be based off an Akulik Amauti, a baby-carrying coat worn by the Inuit women of Nunavut. Note the extra baggy hood, the straps over the chest, and the straight hem at the bottom of the jacket. It’s an appropriate jacket for a woman who helped raise two generations of children.

Mike and Bryan have also confirmed that the overall aesthetic of the Southern Water Tribe is based off the Inuit film “Atanarjuat: The Fast Runner” (2001), which is steeped in the culture of Nunavut Inuit.

Cultural Anatomy: Water Tribe Undergarments

Both Sokka and Katara wear Japanese-style loincloth underwear known as fundoshi (褌):

Katara also gets cloth wraps, sarashi (晒), for her top and to cover her thighs:

ATLA Culture Index: What’s in a Name?

Trying to better organize this Tumblr since it’s getting to be pretty expansive.

Water Tribe

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Earth Kingdom

Part 1

Part 2

Beifong Edition

Part 3

Part 4

Joo Dee Edition

Part 5

Fire Nation

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Air Nomads

Part 1

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ATLA Culture Index: Cultural Anatomy

This was time-consuming but worth it.

Water Tribe

Northern Water Tribe

Betrothal Necklaces

Yue’s Hair

Yue’s Gown

Arnook’s Jewelry

NWT Hats

NWT Accessories

Avatar Kuruk’s Design

Southern Water Tribe

Hair Loopies

Sokka’s Choker

Sokka’s Water Tribe Weapons

Southern Water Tribe Jackets

Katara & Sokka’s Shoes

Katara & Sokka’s Book 1 Robes

Sokka’s Book 2 Robe

Katara’s Book 2 Robe

Water Tribe Undergarments

Water Tribe Boats Pt. 1

Water Tribe Boats Pt. 2

Earth Kingdom

Kyoshi Island

Kyoshi Headbands

Kyoshi Makeup

Kyoshi’s Hair & Clothes

Kyoshi Warrior Uniforms

Kyoshi Warrior Weapons

Kyoshi Warrior Martial Arts

Kyoshi Islanders Fashion Pt. 1

Kyoshi Islanders Fashion Pt. 2

Ba Sing Se

Zuko’s Teashop Clothes

Dai Li Hair Ribbon

Toph’s EK Looks (cause she’s that special)

Toph’s Headband

Toph’s Hairstyle

Toph’s Fancy Dress

Toph’s Sleepwear

The Rest of the Earth Kingdom

EK Top Knots

The Nomads: Chong

The Nomads: Lily

Aunt Wu’s Headdress

Swampbender Architecture

EK Rice Paddy Village

Bumi’s Outfit

The Sandbenders

Cabbage Merchant’s Headwrap

Cabbage Merchant’s Vest

Earth Kingdom Nuns

Fire Nation

Zuko’s FN Looks (cause he’s that special)

Zuko’s Book 1 Hair

Blue Spirit Mask

Agni Kai Armbands

Zuko’s Cloak

Zuko’s Broadswords

The Gaang’s FN Looks

FN School Uniforms

Katara’s FN Top

Sokka’s FN Top

Sokka’s Sword

Toph’s FN Top

Fisherman Pants

Ember Island

Ember Island Fashion Pt. 1 (Azula)

Ember Island Fashion Pt. 2 (Zuko)

Kuai Ball

The Rest of the Fire Nation

FN Top Knots

FN Shoulder Pieces

FN Tiaras

FN Skirts

Mai’s Outfit

Mai’s Hair

Religious Hats

Wedding Dresses

Sun Warrior Pants

FN Visual Motif

FN Currency

Jang Hui Village

Ty Lee’s Fighting Style

Air Nomads

Avatar Relics

Religious Hats

AN Necklaces

AN Architecture Pt. 1

AN Architecture Pt. 2

AN Architecture Pt. 3

All Nations

Armbands and Bandages

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Cultural Anatomy: Southern Water Tribe Coats

The coats that the Southern Water Tribe wears are commonly known in English as parkas. A parka is a a cold-weather coat that is typically hip-length or longer, stuffed with down, and possessing a fur-lined hood. Parkas are traditionally worn by various Arctic peoples, such as the Inuit/Iñupiat and Yup’ik.

The parkas that Katara and Sokka wear appear to based on traditional Yup’ik and Iñupiat coats, respectively. Note the similar silhouettes, the distinctive fur lining on the sleeve seams, the curved hems with side slits for the legs, and the fur lining around the waist of Katara’s jacket.

The parka that Gran-Gran wears appears to be based off an Akulik Amauti, a baby-carrying coat worn by the Inuit women of Nunavut. Note the extra baggy hood, the straps over the chest, and the straight hem at the bottom of the jacket. It’s an appropriate jacket for a woman who helped raise two generations of children.

Mike and Bryan have also confirmed that the overall aesthetic of the Southern Water Tribe is based off the Inuit film “Atanarjuat: The Fast Runner” (2001), which is steeped in the culture of Nunavut Inuit.

Hey there, I just discovered your blog and it's amazing - I really admire your work and dedication!

I've been doing some research about fashion in the world of ATLA and there is still something I haven't found any information on whatsoever. Many of the characters (especially those who fight or do physical labour) can be seen wearing a very specific type of sleeves. Some examples include Katara, Zuko (especially as the Blue Spirit) or Jet. I was wondering why the sleeves of so many characters look this way and if there is any specific term for them. Some characters (like Jeong Jeong) seem to have a bandage-like garment wrapped around their forearms and feet. Is this piece of garment covering a wide sleeve underneath it, or is it something else? How does it work?

The same question applies to the pants and shoes many of the characters wear. Azula's Ba Sing Se outfit or Zuko and Iroh in S2E2 come to mind. Do you have any information on this? I hope this is not a silly question but I've been looking all over the internet and I'm a bit obsessed with finding an answer at this point lol

Thank you so much!

The fitted sleeve-cuffs that the Avatar characters wear are called huwan (护腕) in Mandarin, which translates to “wrist protectors”. The bandage-like garments are probably actual cloth bandage wraps. Both covers serve the same functions:

They restrain excess fabric from the wrist. This way, you get all freedom of movement that loose sleeves allow, without worrying about anything getting in the way.

They protect the forearms and wrists from damage. The idea is to maintain a stable position for the bones and muscles during athletic activity by wrapping up commonly exerted body parts. While we associate these sort of methods with healing an injury, it also works well for preventing an injury by reducing excess strain on ligaments, tendons, bones, and joints. This technique is still used today and is called athletic taping. It can even help give an arch to your feet if you’re flat-footed.

I imagine the advantage of huwan is that they can be made out of durable materials like leather, which can provide extra protection against strikes and cuts. On the other hand, bandages can be wrapped on any part of the body and are basically wearable medical supplies in case someone gets hurt. It makes sense that Sokka wears bandages whenever he can, since he’s the protective big brother of the group who is always planning and preparing.

As for the shoes you mentioned, they resemble traditional Mongolian riding boots known as gutals. Characteristics of gutal include upturned toes and prominent seams/ties around the ankle and neck of the boot. These style of shoes later caught on throughout China, Korea, and Central Asia. They’re typically made of leather.

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A Writer’s Ask Game

Send me an ask with the number(s) you’d like me to answer!

The Basics 1.     Do you listen to music when you write? 2.     Are you a pantser or plotter? 3.     Computer or pen and paper? 4.     Have you ever been published, or do you want to be published? 5.     How much writing do you get done on an average day? 6.     Single or multiple POV? 7.     Standalone or series? 8.     Oldest WIP 9.     Current WIP 10.  Do you set yourself deadlines?

The Specifics 11.  Books and/or authors who influenced you the most 12.  Describe your perfect writing space 13.  Describe your writing process from idea to polished 14.  How do you deal with self-doubts? 15.  How do you deal with writer’s block? 16.  How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project? 17.  What writing habits or rituals do you have? 18.  If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about? 19.  How do you keep yourself motivated? 20.  How many WIPs and story ideas do you have?

The Favourites 21.  Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? 22.  Who is/are your favourite pairing(s) to write? 23.  Favourite author 24.  Favourite genre to write and read 25.  Favourite part of writing 26.  Favourite writing program 27.  Favourite line/scene 28.  Favourite side character 29.  Favourite villain 30.  Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

The Dark 31.  Least favourite part of writing 32.  Most difficult character to write 33.  Have you ever killed a main character? 34.  What was the hardest scene you ever had to write? 35.  What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing?

The Fun 36.  Last sentence you wrote 37.  First sentence or your current WIP 38.  Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had 39.  Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had 40.  Share some backstory for one of your characters

The Rest of It 41.  Any advice for new/beginning/young writers? 42.  How do you feel about love triangles? 43.  What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline? 44.  How much research do you do? 45.  How much world building do you do? 46.  Do you reread your own stories? 47.  Best way to procrastinate 48.  What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written? 49.  Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real? 50.  [Other question—ask me anything]

Fandom Etiquette

I’ve been around for a really long time in various fandoms, and no one ever writes this stuff down. I’ll start. Please add to the list. We can’t expect people to follow “rules” they don’t know exist. 

written with the help of @unbreakablejemmasimmons

Fanart

if you like something, reblog it. Help the artist get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you. 

if you want more of it, support it. This can be via commissions, reblogs, recommending the artist to other people, shouting in the tags, or sending the artist asks/messages. 

if you hate it, keep scrolling. Keep the hate in a message window with a friend, not in the artist’s notes. 

if you want to use it, ask permission. Artwork is beautiful and you want to show it off. But please ask the artist before you throw it into your header or your icon. 

if you use it, give credit. And not just a post where you say “Do you like my new icon? X made it!”. Put it in your blog description, that way when someone rolls around your blog three months from now, they also know where your icon/header came from. 

Fanfic

if you like something, reblog it. Help the author get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you.

if you want more of it, support it. Kudos are fine, but if you want more of the thing you like, you should comment. Subscribe to the story or the author. Send them a message about how much you like what they wrote. 

if you read it, kudos it. Or give it a thumbs up. And this is just if you managed to get all the way to the end. If you finished the story and you actually liked it? Comment and reblog. 

don’t demand content. Be patient. Stories take time. You can encourage without being demanding. Show your love for what’s there without telling them to post more often. 

be gentle with criticism. Some people want it and some people run away from it. If you don’t know what type of person the author is, it’s best not to go there. “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything.”

Fandom

ship and let ship. You love your ship and other people love theirs. No one needs to “win” when we’re all going to end up in tears anyway. 

if you hate it, stay out of the tag. This has two meanings: 1) don’t deliberately put hateful commentary in a tag and 2) if you  hate a tag, don’t go and read through that tag just to make yourself angry

if someone makes you something, appreciate it. Read and comment the fic. Like and reblog the artwork. Pimp it out and tell them how much you loved it. It’s a gift, treat it like one. 

if it’s a gift, put some effort into it. You signed up for that exchange three months ago and now it’s a week before you have to send the gift and you don’t have the time or the inclination to do the thing. Well too bad. Someone out there has been working hard in your gift, so you should do the same for them. 

none of us are “better” than anyone else. We’re all trash for our particular show/film/book/ship/artist/what-have-you. My fave is no better than yours and yours is no better than mine. 

actors are not their characters. They are people. Treat them like people. 

Azulaang Week is coming up soon! We’re so excited to see all the new content! 🤩

We’ve had several people ask if they can submit late: of course! We will take any Azulaang content at any time. Just make sure you tag this blog so we can find your post and share it!

For day 4 of @kataang-week : Role swap.

Avatar Katara spending some time with her bison herder bf

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unique writing asks🖋️

What themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often?

What are some common elements of stories you are tired of seeing? What would you avoid writing about?

What loves do you tend to write about? Agape (unconditional, spiritual love), Eros (romantic, passionate love), Philia (affectionate, platonic love), Philautia (self-love), Storge (familial love), Pragma (enduring love like between long-married couples), Ludus (playful love, infatuation you feel during the “honeymoon period”), and Mania (obsessive love that leads to madness and jealousy)

In your works, is blood thicker than water or is the blood of the covenant thicker than the water of the womb? (Are familial ties or friendship ties more important?)

Would you rather write a happy ending that soothes the soul or a tragic ending that hurts the heart?

What point of view do you tend to write in? Do all of your pieces use the same POV? Do you have strong opinions on the POV used in novels?

Favorite description in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)

Favorite dialogue in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)

What scene was the hardest to write for you and why?

What scene was the most fun to write for you and why?

Set the scene for us. What are your settings like and do you have any pictures saved that represent them? Do your characters travel and see more than one? What are their names?

What is the fashion like in your wip? Do you have any pictures saved of outfits your characters would wear?

What traits do you share with your original characters or what traits do you wish you shared with them?

If you’ve written more than one story, what traits do your protagonists tend to share?

Why physical quirks do your characters tend to have? Eyebrow raising, picking nails, biting lips, pacing, crossing arms, etc.

What motives do you give your original characters? What drives them? How much tragedy did you subject them to?

Are your protagonists always the “good guys” and your antagonists always the “bad guys” or do you like to do anti-heroes and grey morality?

What writers have inspired you with their use of language? What are some of your favorite quotes?

“For fans of ______!” What works would you say are similar to yours?

If you were published and had complete control over your covers, what would it look like? Do you have any specific artists that you’d like to illustrate it? Do you like when characters are pictured on covers or do you prefer inanimate objects?

How do you come up with titles? Do you use placeholders or tend to change your titles while writing the first draft?

How do you come up with character names? Do the names have a special meaning? If so, what are they?

Do your prefer reading series or standalone novels and does that reflect on how you write?

Do you let your story evolve as you write or do you meticulously plan everything prior to writing the first draft?

Do you start your novels with dialogue or description? Do you end your novels with dialogue or description?

What do you feel like you need to work on as a growing writer? How can you improve?

Do you have playlists for your wip? What are some of the songs in it?

Do you need background noise to write? If so, what do you listen to?

How do you share your writing? Do you use any writing websites and, if so, share your profiles!

What is some of the best writing advice you’ve read or received? Why does it work for you?

I aspire to this level of creativity

The Net Neutrality issue summarized

You (or your parents) pay approx $40-$100 or higher for internet. 

So that you can all use youtube, google, Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, etc. etc. etc. This isn’t limited to social media.  

Net neutrality says, “Okay, since you already paid x amount of money for the month, you don’t have to pay for each asset individually. Enjoy your internet.”  NO net neutrality means that your service provider (comcast, at&t, verizon, whatever it may be) gets to say “ACTUALLY, it lines our pockets so give us an extra $5.99 for Youtube, Facebook and Twitter. Oh, but that doesn’t include Tumblr; that comes with our premium package. That’ll be $5.99 on its own as well. Now about your Google docs and email… 

That’s why it’s important. That’s why I’m spamming Net Neutrality crap. If you’re using the internet, it’s YOUR problem. 

-Email your congressman (text resist to 50409) It’s easy, you don’t have to talk to anyone. 

-Tweet the FCC. https://twitter.com/FCC

-Tweet THIS guy. https://twitter.com/AjitPaiFCC

-CALL. https://www.battleforthenet.com/

-This site does the heavy lifting for you.

-Sign this.  

-Sign this. 

-Email your congressmen (that’s what I’m doing) https://www.house.gov/representatives/find-your-representative

-Swim the #NetNeutrality tag on Twitter. Seriously, it’s helpful. 

And lastly, GET THIS TRENDING. It’s trending on Twitter but it needs to trend here too. This is everyone’s issue. 

[MF] Blast from the past, cumslut opens her mouth to me Part 2

This is part two of a wild Saturday I had with a legit cumslut nympho. Part One can be found here

So after Sarah released my cock from her mouth and asked me if I liked that I’ll be honest and say it got a little awkward…. I knew what just happened was bad, and to top it off I am not Mr. Porn Star Sex-Stud. I have a “solid” cock as Sarah would say, not massive but not small, and my sex drive is normal. The only thing I have going for me, if anything, is the size of my cumshots. I usually have big cum loads that are thick/gooey/white and not watery/runny/clear. Some girls have found it a little too much/gross, and some have loved that about me (Sarah).

The moment afterwards was awkward mostly because I was at a loss for words. I have never witnessed a girl behave like that to me, her almost drunk like stare/gaze was a little unnerving. Her determination and aggression threw me off a bit as well. I lost all game haha. It’s one thing to sext dirty and aggressive messages, it’s a whole other ballgame acting that way in person!

Anyways I told her “Yeah, I did like that”, pulled my sweats back up, and then laid my head back on the couch again and shut my eyes. I told her I needed to recover a bit so I turned on the TV for her. I honestly had no clue what the fuck to do, I didn’t really feel like chatting and didnt have a lot to say. She said cool, got on the couch and then put on a game of thrones episode, the base/beat of the intro song snapped me awake and at attention. I love GoT, that snapped me right out of it. We watched the episode together and chatted about the story of the series so far and generally it broke the awkwardness. She was still off-and-on rubbing herself during the episode (she said she likes masturbating with the taste of cum in her mouth), which was hot but obviously a little distracting.

Then came a nude scene involving the red priestess, who btw has a FANTASTIC body. That got me going, I rubbed my cock a little through my sweats and Sarah continued to masturbate. She noticed what I was doing, smiled, and offered to take her top off once the scene switches on GoT. Before I could even respond she said “Fuck it” and pulled her shirt over her head releasing her nice smooth perky C cup breasts. She turned to face me on the couch, one hand rubbing/squeezing her nipples and the other rubbing her clit. With how she was doing this it pushed her tits together and made a sort of natural push-up bra (if that makes sense), her tits looked HUGE. Fuck she knows what she’s doing.

By the time she started doing this I was already semi-hard and with a hand down my pants jerking my cock. She told me to get a little more comfortable, so I threw my legs on the couch and now I was basically laying down on my back along the length of the couch with Sarah at the other end topless in-between my knees facing me. I was getting really hard jacking off watching Sarah touch herself. She noticed a new precum wet spot forming on my pants.

Sarah: “I think it’s time for you to pull down your sweats again sweetie”

Me (after short stare thinking about it): “alright help me then”

Sarah then leaned forward, put a hand on each of my thighs and slid forward to grab my waist band with both hands. She was face to face with my cock again, she then kissed my stomach and pulled my sweats completely off, stealing a lick and suck on one of my balls as she made her way to my ankles.

I snapped forward and let her know that we can’t touch each other (real bullshit at this point to be honest, but it was my last stand). She grinned and said sorry. She then sat knelt there, in-between my legs, and watched me jerk off at full mast as she continued to touch her self and rub her tits together, biting her lip every once in awhile. Precum began to ooze out again, but this time she dove down without asking and quickly licked it off the top of my cock. Inside I fucking loved that, but on the outside I gave her an eye-brow raise and look. She half ass apologized.

This continued on for a little under ten minutes I would say. She stole a few more precum licks, one of which caused a saliva stream that connected the end of her tongue to the tip of my cock. She pulled up a little, noticed it, then plunged down and sucked it up before reaching the tip of my cock and kissing it. HOT. I stopped protesting after that. Every time I closed my eyes and imagined getting head, or fucking, she would lean down and lick and suck on my balls. Now that I stopped resisting, she got more bold and would continually lick and suck on my balls as I jerked off. She started moaning louder and I could see her cheeks getting flushed again. She still had a hand rubbing her clit, but the other was now on my stomach helping her balance on her knees when she was leaning over so low to lick my balls. She the started to lick my shaft in unison with my jerking, below my hand. Up and down she licked following my hands. She giggled and smiled when she tasted my precum that had slide down my shaft under my hand. That felt incredible and I was getting close.

Me: “I’m getting close Sarah”

Sarah (mouth open tongue out still licking up and down my shaft):. “Awww oh yeah? Awww”

Me (jerking a lot faster now): “Yeah… Yeah.. YEAH, I’m fucking cumming Sarah”

Sarah (still with her mouth open and tongue on my shaft, my first cum shot straight up and then fell down immediately on her cheek with a plop sound): “aww-OH-GAWD-YES-awww”

Sarah then sprang up, almost face to face with my cock, and aggressively rubbed her clit and bit her lip as she had a small orgasm, she then breathed heavily and panted a bit and smiled. I was staring right at her as I continued to cum, a few shots straight up and back down onto my cock, hands, body and a little on my thighs. Sarah recovered a little bit and then leaned forward and licked the cum off my thighs, then licked the cum off my body/base of my cock and balls, and then leaned up and opened her mouth to show me. She had sucked up a nice load and pooled it in her mouth. She smiled and then gulped it down. She then used a finger and scooped the cum off her cheek and into her mouth, and then she put a hand on my arm to stop me from jerking me cock further. She leaned forward again and licked all slides of my cock that had cum on them. My hand was still on my cock, just at the base, she grabbed my wrist and had my slowly jerk and squeeze me shaft all the way to the top of my cock. Cum oozed out into the rest of the cum that was around my head and top of my fingers. She leaned down and sucked all the cum into her mouth. She pulled my hand away, grabbed the base of my cock, and slowly engulfed my head again and sucked slowly and tightly. She thoroughly cleaned me up, and gave me a quick deepthroat for good measure. She then grabbed my hand and licked and sucked the cum off. She again opened her mouth and presented me the load she just collected. She swirled her tongue around the cum and masturbated.

She left her mouth open, tongue slightly out, cum filled, while she aggressively masturbated. About a minute or so later she had another orgasm rubbing her clit frantically. She then gulped down the cum and smiled. She leaned down and gave my now soft cock a kiss, then smiled and thanked me. “Thank you daddy”.

After that we chatted for a bit. Less awkward than the first time. I asked her straight up “Wow, you really like cum don’t you?”.

Sarah: “I fucking love it, I can’t help it, I just need it all the time. Sometimes I have trouble orgasming if I don’t have it on my skin, or in my mouth. One time during a dry spell I would try and eat salty things, just to have something similar in my mouth while I masturbated. I love it”

She went on to compliment me, which was a nice ego booster: “You cum alot, I like that, and it tastes really good. I love getting your big loads, I love having my mouth filled and having enough to play with”.

We hadn’t put our clothes back on yet and her giving me all these compliments was turning me on. GoT had auto played the next few episodes, so we went back and forth from talking openly about sexual things, talking about the past (that car ride) and watching cool shit happen on GoT. She then broke the ‘friendly’ mood with “So have you decided to let me suck you off for real yet? Or are you just going to keep teasing and feeding me all day? I’m cool either way…”

Annnnd that’s it for Part 2. This girl was unnervingly cum hungry that day. I had a healthy fear and lust for her, and guilt. More parts later when I have time!

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[MF] Horny preggo urges

I’m a pregnat 28 yo [F] single mom of 1 and 1 in the oven, im 9 months pregnant and hadnt had sex the entire pregnancy. This weekend I went to TopGolf with a few girlfriends, we had fun and all. My friends got drunk and had to leave, i didnt want to go home yet so stayed and had an appetizer at the bar. O5t didnt take long for guys to approach but quickly turn around once they saw my belly. Eventually some young man came up and started talking to me despite me being preggo. We hit it off and next thing i know i followed him back to his apartment and we began to have sex, he told Me he always wanted to be with a pregnant lactating woman. So that night after we had sex i breast fed him for an hours and jerked him off with my milk. I left early that morning with his facebook info but when i decided to hit him up a few weeks after, i saw he was only 19 years old. Smh

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Po-Metru Patrol - Zadakh

I’m gonna consider this my LEGO B-day gift this year.

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Migrant camp neighbor Part 2 (long) [MF]

This is part two of a long story.

Part one:

http://bit.ly/2jtIiUd

I’m a very visual person, so I like including pics that I feel closely resemble the girl, outfit, position, etc. None are my own pics, I found them all on Reddit.

So where do I pick back up….. I guess the next day. That evening was when I got the next text from Ana.

The message just said “Hey neighbor! Can I come over later? I think you have something of mine.”

I said, “Sure Ana, come on over whenever. I’ll be home at 6”

On my way home I stopped to get some beer and dinner. I thought I should offer to make dinner, so I texted her and she was up for it. She’ll be over around 7. I got home, prepared one of the few really good recipes I know: homemade spaghetti and meatballs. I’m not the fastest chef, so Ana showed up before dinner was ready. She said that’s fine, she’s in no hurry.

As usual, she looked smoking hot. She was wearing another tight dress, and for good reason. They look incredible on her.

She looked a lot like this:

http://bit.ly/2jjg9hy

We cracked some beers, put on some music, and chatted while I finished dinner. At one point, she excused herself to the restroom and asked if she could look around. I said she’s welcome to explore, I can give her a full tour after dinner. I have a pretty big, nice house, and I collect antiques a bit, so I figured she would just be looking at that stuff. After almost ten minutes Ana came back into the kitchen.

“Just in time for dinner, looks like you need another beer too!”

“Sorry I got distracted by one of your art pieces. This house is really cool! I still want a tour after dinner.”

We enjoyed our food and conversation. After a few more drinks, the flirtatious level was definitely increasing. I don’t remember exactly how, but after some teasing she ended up sitting on my lap at the table. I’m sure she could feel my hard-on poking her ass. I couldn’t help the erection, my hands were on her amazing legs again, she smelled fantastic, and when she would lean a certain way I could see down her dress. With tits as small as hers, the bra was sticking out a bit and I could see her nipples. This made my cock twitch a couple times without my control. I’m sure she had to feel it. The last time, she said, “so how about that tour?”. It was difficult standing up with a hard-on, but whatever. I figured she already knows.

So I start showing her around, flirting the whole time. I let her walk in front so I can check out her ass the whole time, especially the stairs. On the last step, her legs parted just barely enough to give me a quick glimpse between.

This was basically my view:

http://bit.ly/2k5oUjD

I almost died and fell down the stairs. No panties!!!! OMG. Must be she was hoping to leave with the pair she gave me. The pair that I left in……..the office she was about to walk into! And I was so busy making dinner, I’d forgot to put away the bottle of lube and a towel!!!

“Hey! Hang on a sec! Let’s go back downstairs and get more drinks!!” I said a bit panicky.

“But I want to see your office!” Ana said.

“It’s a mess right now, let’s go downstairs”

“It’s okay, I was in there earlier already.”. Ana said with a cute mischievous smile before continuing into the office. I was getting red with embarrassment as we walked in, but decided to just go with it. After all, I had my tongue in her ass the night before!

It was one thing to have her spot my lube bottle and towel sitting by my laptop. It was another to have her pick up her own panties from the desk. “Oh, here they are! I see you’ve been taking good care of them. Maybe I should let you keep them?”

I decided I should just tease back. “If it keeps you from wearing panties under your dresses, I should definitely hang on to them!”. That got us both laughing and playfully slapping and tickling each other. This was a perfect opportunity to grab her ass. It felt amazing in my hands and I squeezed it and pulled her to me, her chest against mine. We kissed for a bit, and I started moving my kisses down her neck, then down her chest a bit. She stopped me, and said we should refill our drinks. I regained my composure and led us back down to the kitchen.

While I grabbed us drinks, she wandered off again. I figured she’s probably just using the bathroom. I decided to go into the living room to put on more music. That’s where I found her. She had removed her dress, layed it across the back of a chair, and she was laying completely naked on my couch in a sexy pose. It was dark in the living room. Just the light from the kitchen and a couple LED candles I had turned on earlier. This put the sexiest lighting across her beautiful body. Her legs were together and her arms barely covered her nipples, so I couldn’t actually see everything.

Picture this:

http://bit.ly/2jjhUv7

I noticed a big joint in her hand. “Can we smoke this in here?”

I stuttered a bit, “Wha…uhhh….. of course! There’s an ashtray right here.”

“You should get more comfortable and smoke this with me.”

I stripped down to my boxers and sat next to her on the couch.

“I’m not lighting this until you take those off too.” Ana said, again with her cute mischievous smile. So I pulled down my boxers, my hard cock springing out and pointing straight ahead. My cock is about 7.5" long and pretty thick. Her eyes widened when she saw it. “Nice.” She said.

I sat and we smoked. After about halfway through the joint, she moved to face me and pushed me back so I was almost laying down on my back. I was taking another hit when I felt her hands on my cock. Two small, cold and soft hands wrapped around my shaft and very gently massaged my cock and balls. I leaned my head back and enjoyed the relaxing feelings of her hands, and the buzz from the beers and weed.

My eyes were closed when I felt her mouth close on the tip of my cock. Her wet and warm tongue swirled around the tip, circling the ridge. One hand held my cock firmly at the base while her other hand pulled down on my balls. It felt incredible. She never went very deep on it, but that never bothers me. I’m not sure how long she sucked on my cock, but it felt like eternity.

I was getting really close, so I sat up and told her we should go to my bedroom. She nodded, so I picked her up all manly-like and carried her in my arms up the stairs to my room. I have a king sized bed with a big down comforter. I playfully tossed her onto the bed, her beautiful tan, fit, naked body appearing even smaller on the huge bed with the poofy comforter hugging her from all sides. There was a little more light in my room, and I turned on my fake fireplace heater thing to set the mood.

I couldn’t help but stare at her amazing body for a bit before jumping onto the bed. She looked so inviting and cozy. She kept flashing her pussy at me. I knew she wanted to fuck.

http://bit.ly/2k5meCt

I grabbed a condom out of my nightstand and worked on putting that on. When I got it on and started to climb onto the bed, she automatically “assumed the position”. It was so fucking hot. I didn’t even ask, she was begging to be fucked.

http://bit.ly/2jjhVPH

I crawled over to her, put one hand on each of her ass cheeks, spread her open, and shoved my tongue into her pussy. She was dripping wet already and tasted so good.

I licked her pussy and ran my tongue up over her asshole too, all while she was rubbing her clit. I sat up, grabbed my now throbbing hard cock, and rubbed the tip against her pussy. She moaned and pushed back at me, wanting it all now. I teased her a bit before I slowly began pushing it in. She was really tight, but so wet I was able to get all the way in without any back tracking! When I bottomed out all the way inside her, she was moaning and shaking. I just held my cock deep in her and let it twitch and throb against her g-spot. Her pussy kept clenching around my cock.

http://bit.ly/2k5t0YW

I started moving in and out slowly at first, then quickly picked up the pace until her ass was slapping loudly against me. I fucked her doggy style for a while, and it felt so good. Very wet and tight. I readjusted my angle while fucking, and I must have found the right spot because she almost screamed in pleasure, then quickly said, “don’t stop!! I’m cumming!!!” She buried her face in my pillows and screamed and moaned while I fucked her. Her pussy was spasming and clenching my cock so much, I had to fight back my own orgasm.

When she was finished cumming, I slowly pulled out my cock and flipped her over onto her back. I moved up so that I could come on her tits, I wanted to look at her while I came and I love seeing girls covered in cum. She was all for it and took over jerking my cock. When I came, I shot ropes of cum across her tits, a couple spurts flying up to her open mouth.

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She had stuck out her tongue and got two big shots right onto her tongue and mouth. She kept stroking me until it was all out, then leaned forward and sucked my cock clean.

After, I collapsed into the bed next to her. After we caught our breath, we took a nice hot shower together, including more oral play. Then she told me she had to get back home. We said our good-byes, kissed more, and she left. She did leave her panties with me, and I still enjoy using them to remember Ana while I jerk off.

We hooked up a few more times last summer before she headed back to Mexico with her family. Before she left, she hesitatingly revealed that she’s engaged back home and won’t be returning to the states for a while. I told her he’s a very lucky guy and I’ll be here if she’s ever back in the area.

That was the last I heard from Ana. She was by far the best experience I’ve had hooking up with my ever-changing Mexican neighbors.

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[MF] Met a young girl online and flew her across the world to meet me

I’ve lurked on Gonewild Stories for a few years now, but never thought much about writing a story about myself before a few weeks ago, when I had one of the more interesting/unusual sexual experiences of my life. I’ve decided to write it down mostly for myself (as a journalistic writing exercise and as a way to hold onto the original memory and all of the specific sensations I felt and thoughts I had at the time).

I tend to get far more enjoyment out of stories that feel true and authentic; I suspect that many here feel the same way. With that in mind, here is my disclaimer: the story that follows is true, and my goal is to summarize the events with the utmost accuracy, even when those events do not reflect optimally on me or create the ideal pace, tone, whatever. It all happened, exactly as I will recount it.

I first started feeling stir-crazy about a month into my project in Mumbai. My company had sent me there on a 3-month stint with all of the expat benefits – free food/drink/transport, accommodations at a fancy hotel, and an extra “hardship” stipend to account for the fact that I had left my comfortable life in the United States behind and moved to what is frankly a hopelessly polluted, cacophonous, over-crowded city that is rather difficult and unpleasant to navigate unless you know the city well. I was working hard during the week only to piss away most of my weekend at lousy hotel clubs with my co-workers, who all had a hard time getting their heads out of work and office politics.

The local girls in Mumbai were pretty but also seemingly inaccessible. I chatted up some local girls on the street, exchanged some phone numbers, and even went on a few dates, but in my 4-5 weeks there, didn’t find anyone with whom I was clearly compatible. The girls I met in clubs were insufferable and seemingly more interested in Instagram than real life, and the girls I approached in cafés/restaurants were simply too different from me, and the huge cultural differences prevented any real romantic or even sexual connection.

In my impatience, I decided to find a short-term fling online, through a site that matches girls interested in traveling with men who are willing to cover the related expenses. The whole thing felt morally ambiguous to me (wasn’t I really just trading money in the form of a plane ticket for sex?), but sometimes it seems that we put aside those sorts of subtle moral qualms when sex is concerned. I was eager to get something scheduled as I had a 10-day vacation lined up and didn’t want to waste that time traveling solo or just slouching around the hotel the whole time.

After a day of searching and messaging girls who seemed to be compatible with me, I found a potential match, and in many ways I couldn’t believe my luck. She was 18 years old – a recent high school graduate who was a few months into her first year of design school in New York City, at that time on a 2-week winter holiday, living back at home with her parents and quite obviously bored out of her mind. She’d done some international traveling before (some of the major European capitals, Canada, a beach vacation to Mexico), but a trip to India sounded “totally awesome” to her, to use her words.

We booted up Skype to introduce ourselves more properly, and here is what we saw when our laptop camera lights blinked on:

Her – 18 years old, no more than 5’3”, ethnically Chinese, very petite frame (realistically around 105 lbs.), braces, small cute face, and very plump lips

Me – 29 years old, Caucasian, 6 feet tall, lean/athletic (runner’s body, 170 lbs.), closely-trimmed beard, short brown hair, blue eyes

Reader, was I doing something improper? Was the age gap simply too much? Did the fact that I liked her braces make me a total creeper? I assure you that I don’t care at all what you think about what I was doing at that moment. And if you find yourself even a small bit interested in what was to happen next, then consider yourself an accessory to my decision to invite this girl to travel with me in India.

During our conversation, I was pleased to find that she was actually quite intelligent and interesting, and in some ways, mature beyond her age. She admitted to me that she had broken up with a long-term boyfriend about 2 months previous, and she was looking for a new experience to help get her mind off of the him and the emotional messiness surrounding their split. We talked about her design degree, my job, life in India so far, and the historical sites that she was interested in seeing. It felt very natural to be talking to her in this way (like a good first date), and I was immediately happy to have met her in the first place. At the end of the conversation, I knew that we had to discuss logistics, so I went into a short soliloquy:

“So, to talk about the details of this trip and how it might happen… My idea was to buy your plane ticket from New York and cover all of the expenses that you’ll have out here – food, transportation, hotels, and basic shopping.”

“That sounds great,” she said. I knew that I wanted to say more, so I just decided just to say it, though without being overly direct. I didn’t want to scare her aware or come across as vulgar.

“We’ll obviously be sleeping in the same bed for the whole trip, and it would be great if we could find a sexual or romantic connection together. But I would only feel right about it if the connection was real and we were both comfortable with it.” I paused, not knowing what she would say. I half expected her to cut off the Skype call at that moment.

“It would be pretty ridiculous of me to fly all the way to India and not have sex with you,” she said. I thought to myself that I should have been blunter in the first place, to at least match the way that she was evidently thinking about the matter. Regardless, I appreciated her comment because it put the entire trip into very clear focus; the expectations from both sides were laid out completely bare.

So I bought her ticket, made all of the necessary arrangements, and two weeks later found myself at the Mumbai International Airport, looking for her face amid the stream of people exiting baggage claim. My heart skipped a beat when I did see her face, probably because I was half-expecting her not to board the plane in the first place. The whole thing could have been an elaborate ruse to get me to set $2000 on fire, or maybe she could have gotten cold feet at the airport in NYC. But there she was, rather audaciously wearing a slinky light orange cotton jersey dress that very clearly showed her nipples and the outer edges of her breasts. As she got closer, I realized that she wasn’t wearing bra.

She flashed me a nervous smile and walked into my open arms; we gave each other a loose hug.

“I’m glad that you actually came to meet me. If you hadn’t come, I would’ve been screwed,” she said. Certainly, this whole set-up required a great deal of trust on both our parts.

“It’s my job to make sure you’re well taken care of here,” I said. I realized that it may have come off as overly paternalistic. “Anyway, don’t worry. We’ll head to the hotel now.”

I led her over to the VIP taxi rank, avoiding the huge line in the normal queue. I didn’t want to wait the requisite 45 minutes for the normal taxi, but I took a bit of pride in showing that we were going to be traveling in style for the next week and a half.

We made small talk in the back of the taxi, and I pointed out some of the major landmarks as we passed them along the road.

“Also, here’s a small ‘survival’ package,” I said. I handed her a small zipped satchel. “In there is a local SIM card, enough cash for a few meals and long taxi rides, and directions in English and Hindi for how to get to the hotel. In case we get separated.”

She smiled at me and exhaled, seemingly out of relief. It was probably at that moment that she felt assured that I was not secretly a crazy person.

We arrived at the hotel and walked through the elaborately decorated foyer (which she ogled for a bit) to the elevator. When the door shut on the elevator, we were alone for the first time. I looked down at her and smiled. I put my hand on the middle of her back.

“I’m so glad that you’re here,” I said. She laughed, rather mysteriously. I wasn’t sure what she meant by it. I rolled my eyes at her.

I opened the door to the hotel room (my “home” for the past month or so) and dropped her duffel bag onto the luggage rack. Not knowing what precisely to say next, I gave her a tour.

“The kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, and the bathroom.”

“This looks more like a fancy apartment than a hotel room,” she said.

“I guess it’s technically called an ‘executive residence.’”

“’Hmm, an executive? Aren’t you proud of yourself?”

“Their words, not mine.” She didn’t look tired at all, despite the long flight. She was looking at me with bright, wide-open eyes. “You look exhausted,” I lied. “Do you need something to eat?”

“No, but I do want to get ready for bed.” She said it plainly, without any detectable hint of innuendo.

“I’ll make you some chamomile tea,” I said, not caring if she wanted it or not. I simply wanted to feel useful and knew that otherwise I’d have nothing to do but stare at her as she unpacked to pretend to check emails on my phone.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her grab a bag of toiletries and head to the bathroom.

I was feeling nervous and a bit ill-at-ease. Despite all of my past experiences with women, this situation was different enough to make me feel flat-footed. Usually when I invited someone back to my apartment or hotel, I’d had sufficient time to get to know her. Perhaps there had been a couple of introductory dates. Maybe we were old friends or co-workers. Maybe we had met at a bar and had spent enough time pounding shots and grinding against each other on the dancefloor that we could without reservations pounce on each other as soon as the door shut behind us. But the fact that this girl and I had only met each other in person 45 minutes ago but still carried with us the expectation of sex without the confidence that we’d be able to build real chemistry made the whole situation unusual. I was, frankly, caught in my own head.

She strolled out of the bathroom, and I started laughing out loud. She had changed into a sheer red lace teddy that was just long enough to cover her entire ass. She was still braless, so her dark brown nipples were clearly visible as she walked toward me.

“What are you laughing at?” she said, almost deadpan but with a hint of irony.

“That is a bold outfit. I assume that’s what you always wear to bed?”

“Actually it is.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Believe it or not.”

She turned to place her dirty clothes back in her duffle bag. I noticed that she underneath her teddy she was wearing a matching red lace thong whose back was completely lost between her two plump ass cheeks. I thought to myself – Is this girl for real?

I leaned up against the counter in the kitchen, a cup of chamomile tea steaming silently next to me, while I observed her unpack her clothes and place them into the cabinet drawers. Her body was truly distinctive – unlike any other than I had seen in the flesh. She was very slim and lean at the shoulders, waist and thighs, with practically no muscle at all. She was naturally thin but had clearly never had a serious day of exercise in her entire life. Despite being so thin, her ass and breasts were improbably round and chubby. Even without a bra, her breasts sat up, as if they were perched on some invisible balconette.

I felt awkward being fully clothed while she unpacked her things in her skimpy outfit, so I went into the bedroom to take off my shirt and pants. I generally sleep in boxers, but I figured that I might as well wear something tighter to match her audacity. I put on a pair of low rise boxer briefs in a thin fabric so that the outline of my dick was clearly visible. Looking in the mirror, I could clearly see the curved ridge of my dick’s head.

I walked back into the living room. “Your tea is in the kitchen. You ought to drink it before it gets cold,” I said. She glanced over at me; her face didn’t show any clear reaction to what she was seeing. She picked up the cup and gulped down the whole cup of tea in one shot and went back to busying herself with unpacking.

Though she was good at hiding her emotions behind plain facial expressions and a flat verbal affect, there was something that struck me as both frantic and listless in the way she was fiddling with her suitcase. It seemed that perhaps she was just as flustered as I was but was merely showing it in a different way.

“Leave the packing for tomorrow. It’s midnight. Let’s get to bed, and you can take care of it in the morning,” I said. I thought that by getting into bed, we would either cut the sexual tension immediately or at least sleep off the most awkward part of the trip, waking up with the sense of intimacy that sleeping in the same room as someone tends to give.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” she said, and without fanfare she walked into the bedroom and crawled under the blankets. I flicked off the light without closing the blinds. Outside the window there was a spectacular view of the lights of the Mumbai city sprawl. She was lying on her side, looking out the window.

In bed, I moved close enough to her that we were spooning, and I looked out at the lights as well. I didn’t know if she was going to move away from me, thinking that it was too close too soon, but she didn’t budge. It felt like the right thing to do. She had trusted me to pick her up at the airport, and I had trusted her to get on the plane. There was a certain intimacy to be had simply by both sides fulfilling their part of the bargain. And it struck me that I was probably just as lonely as she was. I was in a foreign country with no family and no real friends, and she was reeling from a bad break-up, looking for something to help her leave it behind.

I listened to her soft breathing and inhaled the smell of her hair. She smelled nice but unfamiliar, somehow. I wrapped my arm across her chest and held her firmly against my chest. She reached her hand up and wrapped it around my forearm. We rested like that for a few minutes.

Then, one of us moved almost imperceptibly, and it felt as if my penis had softly rubbed up against one of her butt cheeks. Was I the one who had moved? Or was it her? Were we simply repositioning, or was it intentional? I honestly wasn’t sure. Was she even still awake? Wanting to see, I softly pushed against her ass with my pelvis, and I felt my bulge roll down the side of her ass and nestle between both cheeks. Then I felt with total clarity that she ground back against my pelvis, pushing her body against mine in a wave.

I gripped her even more tightly with my arm as I felt the blood start pumping into my dick. I let my other hand start to roam across her body – down her back and across her ass. I rolled her body toward me and finally kissed her on the lips. We both inhaled sharply through the nose as our lips made contact. I wrapped my hands across her cheeks and temples and held her face close to mine. We kissed again and again like that, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth to start a push and pull of licking and sucking on each other’s lips. I pulled down her thong and then got on top of her, between her legs. I kissed from her belly button up her stomach as I scooped off her teddy and pulled it up to her shoulders. She pulled it the remaining way off.

I looked down at her body in the pale light, seeing her naked for the first time. What struck me at that moment was not the appeal of any particular body part but rather how small she was. Her hands, her waist, her shoulders, her neck: all were smaller and more petite than those of any other girls with whom I had had sex before, and she looked even smaller when totally exposed in this way, lying beneath me and on her back, with her hands cupping her breasts out of modesty. Her legs were open just wide enough to accommodate me sitting between them. I could clearly see the two small lips of her labia, which were totally smooth and without hair.

I pulled off my underwear and perched over her body. The sheer difference in size between us physically made the moment even more exciting than it would have been otherwise. I thought less about the specifics of wanting to fuck her and far more about the desire to dominate her physically; I was filled with the inchoate desire of wanting to somehow control her and make her belong to me. She spread her legs wider and raised her hands above her head and gripped the top of the bed’s headboard, seemingly offering herself up to me.

I pulled my body side by side with hers, licked my index and middle finger and started slowly rubbing them in circles around her clitoris. She started breathing in and out sharply. I dipped my fingers lightly into her vagina every 10 seconds or so and could feel her suddenly become wet with a small internal burst of fluid.

I wanted to talk to her.

“I can feel you getting wetter and wetter,” I said.

“Uh huh…”

“I really want to feel inside your pussy…”

“Uh huh…”

“I wanna fuck you deep…”

“Uh huh…” She seemed too shy to talk back in full sentences.

“I think you’re ready to fuck now…”

“Uh huh…”

“Or do you want a little more time?” No response. “I think you’re ready. Tell me that you want to fuck now.”

“Now…”

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes…”

“I’m going to lick your pussy to get you wetter, and then I’m going to fuck you.” I quickly moved my head between her legs and started licking her pussy from bottom to top, wetting my tongue each time. I wrapped my lips around her clitoris and gently sucked, rolling my tongue in small circles. I took her hands, which were at her sides, and placed them on the back of my head. She started bucking softly against my lips.

I flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her body up so that she was sitting on all fours. She struck the right pose, arching her back slightly so that her ass was tilted slightly upward. Her head was up and alert, directed towards the headboard. I wasn’t sure if her eyes were open or closed.

Knowing that she was on birth control, I started rubbing the head of my penis around the opening to her pussy. It didn’t look like it was going to fit without a bit of easing in. Her pussy was still extremely wet from my saliva, so as I pushed against her, my foreskin rolled back and the head of my penis began to move inside her. I pulled back slightly and then pushed against her once again, and her lips started to give way slightly and wrap around the first portion of my dick. She remained almost silent as this was happening, but I could hear her panting softly. I rolled the head of my dick in and out of my foreskin over and over, inching my way inside of her. I reached my hand under her and started to rub her clit back and forth, which made her pussy relax even more. After a few minutes going on like this, I was slowly rolling my dick back and forth inside her, with her lips wrapped tightly around the base of my shaft. At that moment, we were finally ready to fuck for real.

I wrapped my hands around her hips and started to thrust aggressively into her, pulling her onto the full length of my dick again and again. It felt like I was stuffing her pussy; the tip of my penis was rubbing against the back of her vagina, and I could feel the walls of vagina totally surrounding me, pushing from all sides. I grabbed her long hair in my hand, holding it at the base, and I pulled her toward me with each thrust. As soon as I grabbed her hair, she started verbalizing again:

“Yes…yes….yes….yes…,” was all she could get out, with each syllable hitting as I slapped against her ass. But then, she said, “Choke me, choke me.”

Wanting to be firm without hurting her, I started rubbing my hands around her thin neck, which was now arching up higher than before. I wrapped both hands around her upper neck and squeezed slightly as I continued to pound against her. Not meeting any resistance, I squeezed more tightly this time, applying moderate pressure. She made a small coughing, gagging sound.

“If you stay stop, I will stop,” I said. “Otherwise, I will keep going.”

“Don’t stop,” she said.

I squeezed harder this time, as if I was trying to squeeze all of the juice out of a lemon. Her arms collapsed under the weight of her body, and she buried her head against her pillow. I felt a twinge go through my body that told me that I needed to have an orgasm soon. With both hands still squeezing her neck, I perched on the balls of my feet so that I could fuck from a higher angle and push deeper inside of her pussy. Not caring all that much about whether she would orgasm or not, I pounded into her harder and harder in order to make myself finish. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm for about a minute.

“Squeeze my dick tighter,” I said. “Make me come now.” I immediately felt her seize up around me.

Then I could feel the sperm well up at the base of my dick, and I started to frantically buck against her. Even though I was totally in control, at that instant I knew that I was at her mercy and would do anything for her. I needed her to make me come.

I shot my load inside of her in six or seven bursts, squeezing her neck each time. Buried inside her, I paused for a moment. I felt a few beads of sweat roll down my back.

I pulled my hands off of her neck and heard her gasp for air and making a deep coughing/gagging sound. Her lips squeezed the base of my dick with each cough.

I pulled my dick out of her, and it flopped down between my legs. Feeling exhausted, I rolled onto my back and looked at the ceiling, not thinking about much of anything. I sensed her next to me, but she didn’t move to come closer. I reached toward her and pulled her onto me so that her head was resting on my chest. For a few minutes, we remained like that, not saying a word. Then, she started kissing and licking my chest and my nipples, lapping almost in the same way a cat drinks water. She rolled on top of me completely, using my chest as a pillow. I rested my hands on the back of her head, and I fell asleep in that pose.

When I woke up, it smelled like she had just made herself a coffee.

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