Spontaneous ejaculation into underpants
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My nephew is s*******n and just won a competition for body building and if I am honest with you, watching him on the stage, I had carnal thoughts and wet panties as did my girlfriends, we were like a herd of cows drooling over his fit torso and the big question for me was,'Would I'?
'Yes I would'.
So what is it that drives our sexual motivation so badly as to want to bed our closest family members?
My nephew has seen his naughty aunty in the buff as a twenty something parading her wares on the beaches in Spain and Southern France and not just tits our but bikini bottoms off and thighs open.
I was aware he stared at such a young age, but we grew up with that culture of nudism. It was not sexual but there were time when it clearly was, like when I was having a quiet session in my bedroom on my computer with a shared online masturbation session and did not realise he was standing in my doorway watching me rub myself silly and talk trashy sex.
I know he has not forgotten that morning and why should he, it was not intentional on my part for him to watch me jack off to a stranger but it did put me into his head as a sexual object and ever since I know he wants to fuck me.
Being naked strips us of who we are. Our clothes define our character and our innermost thoughts, I mean, what would you think about me if I wore a short skirt and no panties? I am willing to bet you would have sex foremost on your thoughts.
I have and still do go 'Commando' and on those times I do, it'e for that reason, I want sex and I want to be ready, standing up if necessary.
Being a sexual person and getting the most from sex in such a manner as to maintain dignity and experience a dark pleasure, becomes an art and your clothes and or lack of clothing are mere props within the scene played over and over in your head, like a build up to the final act, where the applause in your head means your knees are buckling under intense orgasms.
My life growing up has been a series of short cameos, operatic arias where crescendos are levels of orgasmic bliss, legal and i*****l, safe and dangerous, planned and spontaneous.
Girls are by nature, are better at it than boys or men can. Men whip their dicks out in the extreme, or play body footsie with a game girl or frustrated woman, touching her ass and praying for a positive feedback.
Girls on the other hand plan and plot their dress coding, knowing what to wear, and how to wear it, it was no coincidence I walked up stairs with my school skirt waistband rolled up three times so Mr Jackson could see my bum cheeks with my wet knickers pulled up in their extreme to form a classic teenage wedgie, and all just for me to rub one out behind my closed front door.
'Teasing' and 'Jail Bait' were rife labels describing me when I as a girl, I wore them with pride, and at their fullest when I was let loose to enact my little fantasies, usually out of public sight, such as the rolled up skirt in the confines of my communal close, leading to our apartments. I am sure Mr Jackson could attest to that, but that was our little game and we both knew it.
In my younger years spontaneity played a bigger part as my sexual learning curve was gleaned from Pornography whereas as I got older and gained more personal experience, I started planning, the end results were the same, but the freshness in the beginning was always off the scale and as such, the daring and dangerous situations were over the top but more satisfying in the end.
As you can see on here 'Dropping a towel', when your Pizza is delivered relieves the boredom of being home alone, that's why I phone for a Pizza and pray the delivery guy is an old one, that way I am giving him something hopefully no one else has had, and yes, I take selfies with the said man wrapped around my naked torso, rubbing alcohol onto my chest lets him smell and assume I am a helpless drunk and so he has a good feel and knows my pussy is wet, some deliveries I have had, last for thirty minutes, but in the end he has had a sacrificial fuck and I get a meal at the end of it.
Getting naked after ordering your Pizza is a thought process before sex, we plan it and giggle because we are excited, on here there are dozens of movie clips cajoled and instigated by horny boyfriends, but if the girl does it, she wants to and the boyfriend needs to realize he has opened a Pandora's box of sex tricks, that's how it started for me, then I started doing it on my own and found it to be more fun.
My boyfriend aided and abetted my exhibitionist nature, we did it purely to charge us for our next sex session and that afternoon we went into a furniture shop to film me walking around with my tits out and my bare ass exposed. At one point he wanted me, in fact dared me, to interact with other shoppers, to get caught.
I felt sick with sexual excitement, but I was too scared and instead went upstairs to the bedding section and seeing we were alone, got completely naked and lay down on a display bed and masturbated as he filmed.
Only five minutes but it made me as horny as hell and we went into a bathroom and had incredible sex. After that we went and had coffee in their restaurant where a friend of my dad's cam over and said hello and to tell dad he would call around.
The very next day he did come around, but just after dad had left for his work. He was standing in the doorway when he then said, 'Actually Emma, it's you I have come to see'.
I froze as I suddenly thought something was wrong and I was right, I had forgotten about the stores CCTV and he was holding a tape of my exploits on the bed.
I stood aside and let him walk into our home. We went straight to bed and fucked for half the morning and the next two years, long after I had finished with my boyfriend, he became my regular lover. It was strange watching him and dad interact and I was turned on knowing he was fucking me as my own dads friend, I love the oddity of it all, and it makes me feel more slutty for it.
'Yes I would'.
So what is it that drives our sexual motivation so badly as to want to bed our closest family members?
My nephew has seen his naughty aunty in the buff as a twenty something parading her wares on the beaches in Spain and Southern France and not just tits our but bikini bottoms off and thighs open.
I was aware he stared at such a young age, but we grew up with that culture of nudism. It was not sexual but there were time when it clearly was, like when I was having a quiet session in my bedroom on my computer with a shared online masturbation session and did not realise he was standing in my doorway watching me rub myself silly and talk trashy sex.
I know he has not forgotten that morning and why should he, it was not intentional on my part for him to watch me jack off to a stranger but it did put me into his head as a sexual object and ever since I know he wants to fuck me.
Being naked strips us of who we are. Our clothes define our character and our innermost thoughts, I mean, what would you think about me if I wore a short skirt and no panties? I am willing to bet you would have sex foremost on your thoughts.
I have and still do go 'Commando' and on those times I do, it'e for that reason, I want sex and I want to be ready, standing up if necessary.
Being a sexual person and getting the most from sex in such a manner as to maintain dignity and experience a dark pleasure, becomes an art and your clothes and or lack of clothing are mere props within the scene played over and over in your head, like a build up to the final act, where the applause in your head means your knees are buckling under intense orgasms.
My life growing up has been a series of short cameos, operatic arias where crescendos are levels of orgasmic bliss, legal and i*****l, safe and dangerous, planned and spontaneous.
Girls are by nature, are better at it than boys or men can. Men whip their dicks out in the extreme, or play body footsie with a game girl or frustrated woman, touching her ass and praying for a positive feedback.
Girls on the other hand plan and plot their dress coding, knowing what to wear, and how to wear it, it was no coincidence I walked up stairs with my school skirt waistband rolled up three times so Mr Jackson could see my bum cheeks with my wet knickers pulled up in their extreme to form a classic teenage wedgie, and all just for me to rub one out behind my closed front door.
'Teasing' and 'Jail Bait' were rife labels describing me when I as a girl, I wore them with pride, and at their fullest when I was let loose to enact my little fantasies, usually out of public sight, such as the rolled up skirt in the confines of my communal close, leading to our apartments. I am sure Mr Jackson could attest to that, but that was our little game and we both knew it.
In my younger years spontaneity played a bigger part as my sexual learning curve was gleaned from Pornography whereas as I got older and gained more personal experience, I started planning, the end results were the same, but the freshness in the beginning was always off the scale and as such, the daring and dangerous situations were over the top but more satisfying in the end.
As you can see on here 'Dropping a towel', when your Pizza is delivered relieves the boredom of being home alone, that's why I phone for a Pizza and pray the delivery guy is an old one, that way I am giving him something hopefully no one else has had, and yes, I take selfies with the said man wrapped around my naked torso, rubbing alcohol onto my chest lets him smell and assume I am a helpless drunk and so he has a good feel and knows my pussy is wet, some deliveries I have had, last for thirty minutes, but in the end he has had a sacrificial fuck and I get a meal at the end of it.
Getting naked after ordering your Pizza is a thought process before sex, we plan it and giggle because we are excited, on here there are dozens of movie clips cajoled and instigated by horny boyfriends, but if the girl does it, she wants to and the boyfriend needs to realize he has opened a Pandora's box of sex tricks, that's how it started for me, then I started doing it on my own and found it to be more fun.
My boyfriend aided and abetted my exhibitionist nature, we did it purely to charge us for our next sex session and that afternoon we went into a furniture shop to film me walking around with my tits out and my bare ass exposed. At one point he wanted me, in fact dared me, to interact with other shoppers, to get caught.
I felt sick with sexual excitement, but I was too scared and instead went upstairs to the bedding section and seeing we were alone, got completely naked and lay down on a display bed and masturbated as he filmed.
Only five minutes but it made me as horny as hell and we went into a bathroom and had incredible sex. After that we went and had coffee in their restaurant where a friend of my dad's cam over and said hello and to tell dad he would call around.
The very next day he did come around, but just after dad had left for his work. He was standing in the doorway when he then said, 'Actually Emma, it's you I have come to see'.
I froze as I suddenly thought something was wrong and I was right, I had forgotten about the stores CCTV and he was holding a tape of my exploits on the bed.
I stood aside and let him walk into our home. We went straight to bed and fucked for half the morning and the next two years, long after I had finished with my boyfriend, he became my regular lover. It was strange watching him and dad interact and I was turned on knowing he was fucking me as my own dads friend, I love the oddity of it all, and it makes me feel more slutty for it.
Trisha
- 16.04.2022
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