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My Kryptonite
"Find your sex partner", does anyone actually buy that?
After spending some time at an “adult” website, containing the usual assortment of porn videos, pictures, and instant message chat features...I found myself once again questioning my impression of such a statement. I ask myself “self, you do realize the odds of actually meeting anyone from here, don’t you?”
So just like any other day, I log on, chat with a few female friends..share some pics and porn videos...then, in a single IM, my outlook changes. A woman I had met and become “online friends”, named Claudia, tells me she's being transferred to my state..local actually. She has been residing on the West coast, with me being on the East. My friendship with her has just changed in category, from an “unrealistic, minimal chance” to “a very realistic chance” of meeting up in person. She's no longer just another "online" friend, but may actually become reality.. if we decided to actually meet up. My first thoughts are "Is she really into the things she chats about online?" or just another "poser"? Many, if not the majority live their fantasy fetishes online, but are not as daring in real life. Some have never even tried the things they chat or write posts about. They imply that they practice such things on a regular basis. At least, that’s only my personal impression..I might be way off base.
I had this weird sense, some underlying feeling that Claudia was exactly as she was online. Pictures shared with me, showing her restrained in bed, leather whips, studded collars, and sometimes leashed. In regards to my own sexual fetishes...some light dominance is about as far into the dom/sub category I normally travel. But, I couldn't get this image of her, collared and leashed, out of my head. I was having constant thoughts of controlling her every move, picturing her taking my cock from behind while leashed.
I go back and forth, undecided about actually meeting up in person. Weird hu? One would think I’d be working on setting up a meeting as soon as I received the news. But I hesitate..why? After giving it some thought, best I can figure as to where the source of my reluctance towards and actual meet seems to stem from my “rationale” portion of the brain. A subtle worry of “Our online fantasy play has been great, what if things aren't as intense in real life? what if I come up short? or she does?”
About a month later, neither of us have mentioned “a meet up” yet even though she has been in town for several weeks, since her move. Online one night, browsing through my usual array of porn sites, videos, etc... not finding anything new or better than my current selection of favs..I receive a text from her: "What are you up to"? I snap a quick pic of my oiled cock, and send it..no message with it, no need... She asked, sooo I showed her. She replies, "Mmm, nice, a glistening cock". Followed by another text from her “ Have you cum yet?” I reply, "lol, nope...just not finding anything here tonight that’ll get the job done". We had previously shared some graphic, but tasteful pictures of each other, so this wasn’t something new or unexpected for either. But worth noting, among all the pics I’d shared with her, she quickly took an interest in any pics of my cumshots..as she had commented “OMG, that’s a lot of cum!..very nice” I guess they must be above an “average” size? Apparently there are, as noted by almost all the women I've been with..so I'll take their word on it. Acknowledging that they were more experienced having comparables in that area, lol. I had an ex gf that once stated "the more cum a guy shoots out, the better/longer his orgasm is. She was a true to form cumslut-lover. She then set out to prove it….Damned if she didn't put her money (and my cock) where her mouth was...I came more than I ever had before..truly a learning experience for me without a doubt...now, back the the story at hand..
Claudia replies to my text, with a pic of her own..a black leather studded collar..and matching leash..only those two items placed on top of her bed. I opened her text/pic.... she had me right then and there, and she knew it. She knew of my kryptonite, my ultimate weakness and went right to it purposely. She knew of a weakness within me, and didn’t hesitate to use it to obtain something she wanted....Hmm, I thought “self, better make note of that.”
Leather collar with leash..sigh.. I’m powerless whenever a woman includes them in their bedroom attire. The strength of one's erotic/sexual desires will always stifle anything the brain may attempt to say. Needless to say, your erotic/sexual desires “Hop in the driver's’ seat” so to speak. As a result of such power, you find yourself constantly drawn to someone who shares the same fetishes. I reply "you up for meeting in person? quick drinks, let's see if we have the same chemistry in person, as we have had online". I get no reply. 5 minutes pass..nothing. Hmmm, interesting...was I right? Another "online poser"? Then, a text appears. She says "yes, I'm curious myself"
We decide on a local pub, about midway from our homes. I'm usually always late..but fuck me if I wasn't there 15 minutes early. I take a quick scan of women as I walk in...no Claudia. I'm early, so I grab a seat at the bar, order a beer, and chill. As with most bars,pubs,taverns there is usually a mirror that covers the entire wall. Behind the seemingly endless rows of liquors. I think it may be some sort of state or local bar architectural design code, lol This place is no different, with such a mirror in it's proper location. I look up at the bartender to order another. Mid sentence, my voice goes silent, I've completely forgotten what I had begun to order, for good reason. In full view, courtesy of the cliche "bar mirror"... there she was...standing behind me, she must have just walked in. I had felt her presence seconds before I looked into that mirror. But only after I acknowledged it was her, did I realize what that strange feeling that had just passed through me, was all about. I take one look at her, and I'm stunned. She is gorgeous, none of her pics do her any justice. I turn around and say exactly what I'm thinking "Claudia, you're fucking gorgeous! Wow!" My cock was already midway to full attention seeing her in person. She's 5'5', dark short hair, stunning green eyes, and nice full lips..made just for sucking cock, lol.
Tits? 34C, firm, exactly my preference. Slim waist, and a perfectly proportioned ass and thighs to match. Her legs are phenomenal, as she was a former gymnast back in her school days. "Thanks" she replies. 'You've seen me many times, do I look that much different in person?", she states. I respond "none of your pics even come close to how you look in person"..Even her body looks great online, but sexy as fuck in person. Truthfully, at that moment, there was only one thought racing through my head..I need to taste every millimeter of this woman. I told her"I normally would stand up for a proper "nice to meet you" greeting. But my cock has been rock hard since the moment you came over and said hi". She grins, whispers in my ear "Let me see, just stand up quickly next to me, and I'll hug you..I want to feel it against my chest". I'm 6'4", she's 5'5"..so yea, it will make contact right around her chest. I stand up, and she leans in for a hug. Somehow, her hand finds it's way to my cock. She grins, and says "You weren't lying, it's like a rock". I reply, "It's been like this since the moment I saw you in the mirror.”
I invite her to sit for a drink, and some conversation. We actually had a lot talk about, even given the fact we had been chatting for quite awhile online. But this conversation became mostly about our daily life, work, interests, friends,basically normal small talk. I immediately notice that this woman is quite well spoken, educated, and mannered..are those qualities considered a good thing by most men? Or intimidating to most? I can only speak for myself….as I find the sexual attraction is magnified 10x over, when a woman posses beauty coupled with intelligence. With me just turning 40 one discovers (if you pay attention along the ride) just how many other factors come into play, to create "awesome" sex, versus "good" sex. Claudia was in her mid 30's. IMO, and experience, on average, most women by that age have learned just about everything concerning their bodies. Specifically, in relation to what they want/like/need during sex. How to satisfy their needs and desires, instead of only being someone for a guy to put his cock into, fuck her until HE cums..and "end scene". Without a care or even a seconds thought of whether or not she actually came, or maybe wanted another "O", or..you get it. Once a women knows what she likes during sex, and aggressively goes after it, that's when sex becomes really,really great. Hence, I could only imagine what Claudia, this stunning woman would be like during sex. Once again, my cock is rock hard. She had her hand on my knee the entire conversation..and of course noticed my hard on. "Are you always like this? or is it really because of me"? she asked. She followed with "I can't believe it has anything to do with me, I'm sure another woman here has your attention.." I look her straight in those beautiful green eyes and reply with an almost sorry like tone "Claudia, I have to be honest" I pause, purposely...wanting her, for a few seconds at most, feel as though she was in fact correct. That maybe there was another woman pulling my attention from her. If I wait any longer, I risk crossing a line of which some real doubt will be created. Timing, has to be perfect when you start a game of "you are so fucking with me,lmao" I lean into her, just below her ear while an ever so light touch of her face with mine, and whisper with complete sincerity "You have to be the most attractive woman I've ever been out with..don't for a second think I would even realize if there was or wasn't other women in here tonight" I continue with "For all I know, it could be gay couple's night, and 100 dudes upon dudes in here, and I wouldn't notice" Her mildly worried look quickly takes on a slow grin/smirk.. an almost sinful smile. "Good, because right now, all I can think about is sucking on your warm, hard cock...mmmmm, my mouth is literally watering, with thoughts of what your cum will taste like" she says. I'm not really sure why I didn't cum right then, on the spot after hearing this gorgeous creature say such things to me. At that point, it was time for reciprocation..I slide my hand, from her thigh, directly to her pussy.. I couldn't believe the heat I was feeling between her legs....she wasn't exaggerating. I was fairly certain at that point her mouth wasn’t the only place she wanted to put my cock. She put her hand on top of mine, and pushed it in tight against her now noticeably hot, pussy. There was that sinful smile again..something I'd learn to crave, much as an addict does chasing down his next fix.
Ok, so both of us realize it's time to relocate, as things are only going to escalate from here. I have a moment of clarity, (brain does peek through randomly), and without discussing it, I want to prolong the “intellectual” portion of our erotic foreplay. If we were 20 something, we would have fucked in the parking lot already, and probably set off for home. Here again, age and experience have come into play. She turned to me as we walked out and said "Would you mind if we stopped by the grocery store? it's on the way to my house. I'm out of coffee, and it's an indulgence of mine to have a cup late at night" My first thought is WTF? Stop by the store? Ohhh, this is unexpected, and doesn't fit given what just happened inside the pub. ??? Then, right before my blood wanted to retreat from my cock, the brain piped in again.."She's starting the same game you are, ya fucking retard", lol.
She also is familiar with this type of foreplay. I should have known, possessing her level of intellect. But with good excuse, I missed it...she's such a gorgeous woman. Since “my sexual drive/promise of erotic pleasure” area of my brain was still in the driver’s seat. Therefore, certain organs are given priority, and BTW..it’s never the brain, lol. This type of foreplay causes a sensory overload of erotic thoughts and images to build up, and become very intense..foreplay within each other's thoughts. Not just the usual physical foreplay of sucking, licking, and stroking, etc. I reply "Sure, I could go for a cup myself", I also throw in "Hopefully it won't keep me up to late, as I have an early appointment first thing". Everybody knows that's the universal code for phase 1 of planning a departure, usually>>> (because I'm not really into you so much)
"Find your sex partner", does anyone actually buy that?
After spending some time at an “adult” website, containing the usual assortment of porn videos, pictures, and instant message chat features...I found myself once again questioning my impression of such a statement. I ask myself “self, you do realize the odds of actually meeting anyone from here, don’t you?”
So just like any other day, I log on, chat with a few female friends..share some pics and porn videos...then, in a single IM, my outlook changes. A woman I had met and become “online friends”, named Claudia, tells me she's being transferred to my state..local actually. She has been residing on the West coast, with me being on the East. My friendship with her has just changed in category, from an “unrealistic, minimal chance” to “a very realistic chance” of meeting up in person. She's no longer just another "online" friend, but may actually become reality.. if we decided to actually meet up. My first thoughts are "Is she really into the things she chats about online?" or just another "poser"? Many, if not the majority live their fantasy fetishes online, but are not as daring in real life. Some have never even tried the things they chat or write posts about. They imply that they practice such things on a regular basis. At least, that’s only my personal impression..I might be way off base.
I had this weird sense, some underlying feeling that Claudia was exactly as she was online. Pictures shared with me, showing her restrained in bed, leather whips, studded collars, and sometimes leashed. In regards to my own sexual fetishes...some light dominance is about as far into the dom/sub category I normally travel. But, I couldn't get this image of her, collared and leashed, out of my head. I was having constant thoughts of controlling her every move, picturing her taking my cock from behind while leashed.
I go back and forth, undecided about actually meeting up in person. Weird hu? One would think I’d be working on setting up a meeting as soon as I received the news. But I hesitate..why? After giving it some thought, best I can figure as to where the source of my reluctance towards and actual meet seems to stem from my “rationale” portion of the brain. A subtle worry of “Our online fantasy play has been great, what if things aren't as intense in real life? what if I come up short? or she does?”
About a month later, neither of us have mentioned “a meet up” yet even though she has been in town for several weeks, since her move. Online one night, browsing through my usual array of porn sites, videos, etc... not finding anything new or better than my current selection of favs..I receive a text from her: "What are you up to"? I snap a quick pic of my oiled cock, and send it..no message with it, no need... She asked, sooo I showed her. She replies, "Mmm, nice, a glistening cock". Followed by another text from her “ Have you cum yet?” I reply, "lol, nope...just not finding anything here tonight that’ll get the job done". We had previously shared some graphic, but tasteful pictures of each other, so this wasn’t something new or unexpected for either. But worth noting, among all the pics I’d shared with her, she quickly took an interest in any pics of my cumshots..as she had commented “OMG, that’s a lot of cum!..very nice” I guess they must be above an “average” size? Apparently there are, as noted by almost all the women I've been with..so I'll take their word on it. Acknowledging that they were more experienced having comparables in that area, lol. I had an ex gf that once stated "the more cum a guy shoots out, the better/longer his orgasm is. She was a true to form cumslut-lover. She then set out to prove it….Damned if she didn't put her money (and my cock) where her mouth was...I came more than I ever had before..truly a learning experience for me without a doubt...now, back the the story at hand..
Claudia replies to my text, with a pic of her own..a black leather studded collar..and matching leash..only those two items placed on top of her bed. I opened her text/pic.... she had me right then and there, and she knew it. She knew of my kryptonite, my ultimate weakness and went right to it purposely. She knew of a weakness within me, and didn’t hesitate to use it to obtain something she wanted....Hmm, I thought “self, better make note of that.”
Leather collar with leash..sigh.. I’m powerless whenever a woman includes them in their bedroom attire. The strength of one's erotic/sexual desires will always stifle anything the brain may attempt to say. Needless to say, your erotic/sexual desires “Hop in the driver's’ seat” so to speak. As a result of such power, you find yourself constantly drawn to someone who shares the same fetishes. I reply "you up for meeting in person? quick drinks, let's see if we have the same chemistry in person, as we have had online". I get no reply. 5 minutes pass..nothing. Hmmm, interesting...was I right? Another "online poser"? Then, a text appears. She says "yes, I'm curious myself"
We decide on a local pub, about midway from our homes. I'm usually always late..but fuck me if I wasn't there 15 minutes early. I take a quick scan of women as I walk in...no Claudia. I'm early, so I grab a seat at the bar, order a beer, and chill. As with most bars,pubs,taverns there is usually a mirror that covers the entire wall. Behind the seemingly endless rows of liquors. I think it may be some sort of state or local bar architectural design code, lol This place is no different, with such a mirror in it's proper location. I look up at the bartender to order another. Mid sentence, my voice goes silent, I've completely forgotten what I had begun to order, for good reason. In full view, courtesy of the cliche "bar mirror"... there she was...standing behind me, she must have just walked in. I had felt her presence seconds before I looked into that mirror. But only after I acknowledged it was her, did I realize what that strange feeling that had just passed through me, was all about. I take one look at her, and I'm stunned. She is gorgeous, none of her pics do her any justice. I turn around and say exactly what I'm thinking "Claudia, you're fucking gorgeous! Wow!" My cock was already midway to full attention seeing her in person. She's 5'5', dark short hair, stunning green eyes, and nice full lips..made just for sucking cock, lol.
Tits? 34C, firm, exactly my preference. Slim waist, and a perfectly proportioned ass and thighs to match. Her legs are phenomenal, as she was a former gymnast back in her school days. "Thanks" she replies. 'You've seen me many times, do I look that much different in person?", she states. I respond "none of your pics even come close to how you look in person"..Even her body looks great online, but sexy as fuck in person. Truthfully, at that moment, there was only one thought racing through my head..I need to taste every millimeter of this woman. I told her"I normally would stand up for a proper "nice to meet you" greeting. But my cock has been rock hard since the moment you came over and said hi". She grins, whispers in my ear "Let me see, just stand up quickly next to me, and I'll hug you..I want to feel it against my chest". I'm 6'4", she's 5'5"..so yea, it will make contact right around her chest. I stand up, and she leans in for a hug. Somehow, her hand finds it's way to my cock. She grins, and says "You weren't lying, it's like a rock". I reply, "It's been like this since the moment I saw you in the mirror.”
I invite her to sit for a drink, and some conversation. We actually had a lot talk about, even given the fact we had been chatting for quite awhile online. But this conversation became mostly about our daily life, work, interests, friends,basically normal small talk. I immediately notice that this woman is quite well spoken, educated, and mannered..are those qualities considered a good thing by most men? Or intimidating to most? I can only speak for myself….as I find the sexual attraction is magnified 10x over, when a woman posses beauty coupled with intelligence. With me just turning 40 one discovers (if you pay attention along the ride) just how many other factors come into play, to create "awesome" sex, versus "good" sex. Claudia was in her mid 30's. IMO, and experience, on average, most women by that age have learned just about everything concerning their bodies. Specifically, in relation to what they want/like/need during sex. How to satisfy their needs and desires, instead of only being someone for a guy to put his cock into, fuck her until HE cums..and "end scene". Without a care or even a seconds thought of whether or not she actually came, or maybe wanted another "O", or..you get it. Once a women knows what she likes during sex, and aggressively goes after it, that's when sex becomes really,really great. Hence, I could only imagine what Claudia, this stunning woman would be like during sex. Once again, my cock is rock hard. She had her hand on my knee the entire conversation..and of course noticed my hard on. "Are you always like this? or is it really because of me"? she asked. She followed with "I can't believe it has anything to do with me, I'm sure another woman here has your attention.." I look her straight in those beautiful green eyes and reply with an almost sorry like tone "Claudia, I have to be honest" I pause, purposely...wanting her, for a few seconds at most, feel as though she was in fact correct. That maybe there was another woman pulling my attention from her. If I wait any longer, I risk crossing a line of which some real doubt will be created. Timing, has to be perfect when you start a game of "you are so fucking with me,lmao" I lean into her, just below her ear while an ever so light touch of her face with mine, and whisper with complete sincerity "You have to be the most attractive woman I've ever been out with..don't for a second think I would even realize if there was or wasn't other women in here tonight" I continue with "For all I know, it could be gay couple's night, and 100 dudes upon dudes in here, and I wouldn't notice" Her mildly worried look quickly takes on a slow grin/smirk.. an almost sinful smile. "Good, because right now, all I can think about is sucking on your warm, hard cock...mmmmm, my mouth is literally watering, with thoughts of what your cum will taste like" she says. I'm not really sure why I didn't cum right then, on the spot after hearing this gorgeous creature say such things to me. At that point, it was time for reciprocation..I slide my hand, from her thigh, directly to her pussy.. I couldn't believe the heat I was feeling between her legs....she wasn't exaggerating. I was fairly certain at that point her mouth wasn’t the only place she wanted to put my cock. She put her hand on top of mine, and pushed it in tight against her now noticeably hot, pussy. There was that sinful smile again..something I'd learn to crave, much as an addict does chasing down his next fix.
Ok, so both of us realize it's time to relocate, as things are only going to escalate from here. I have a moment of clarity, (brain does peek through randomly), and without discussing it, I want to prolong the “intellectual” portion of our erotic foreplay. If we were 20 something, we would have fucked in the parking lot already, and probably set off for home. Here again, age and experience have come into play. She turned to me as we walked out and said "Would you mind if we stopped by the grocery store? it's on the way to my house. I'm out of coffee, and it's an indulgence of mine to have a cup late at night" My first thought is WTF? Stop by the store? Ohhh, this is unexpected, and doesn't fit given what just happened inside the pub. ??? Then, right before my blood wanted to retreat from my cock, the brain piped in again.."She's starting the same game you are, ya fucking retard", lol.
She also is familiar with this type of foreplay. I should have known, possessing her level of intellect. But with good excuse, I missed it...she's such a gorgeous woman. Since “my sexual drive/promise of erotic pleasure” area of my brain was still in the driver’s seat. Therefore, certain organs are given priority, and BTW..it’s never the brain, lol. This type of foreplay causes a sensory overload of erotic thoughts and images to build up, and become very intense..foreplay within each other's thoughts. Not just the usual physical foreplay of sucking, licking, and stroking, etc. I reply "Sure, I could go for a cup myself", I also throw in "Hopefully it won't keep me up to late, as I have an early appointment first thing". Everybody knows that's the universal code for phase 1 of planning a departure, usually>>> (because I'm not really into you so much)
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