My Dom and My Sub Part 1

I am not a submissive. I find no pleasure in being tied down, punished, brought to pain, or humiliated in any way. So this is not in any way about someone who dominates me.

I have a Dom inside of me though. For a long time I did not know this. I was always too shy, too uncertain to be dominant. Then recently, it changed. I found him inside of me. I call him my Dom. When he wants to play he takes charge, he becomes the man, and he will not accept anything less than his will being done.

I have known Zoey for years. We met sexually. Life separated us, but we remained friends. We came back together, sex returned with our presence. Zoey likes my Dom. Very much. So much so that she is becoming my sub. She submits to me when it is our pleasure, but she is submitting more and more, thus she is becoming my sub.

She came to me one afternoon. Before coming to me she had said something suggestive of spanking me or perhaps something close to that effect. I do not recall it clearly. What I do recall was that my Dom was in charge. I would not accept being told what to do, or accept being offered any punishment. I was the one in charge, and I was the one who would deliver punishment as warranted.

I instructed Zoey to go to the bedroom. It was an order even though it did not sound like an order. Once there she began to undress, but I stopped her. I didn’t want to watch her undress. I wanted to undress her myself. I did. I removed her clothing one article at a time with pauses for me to kiss her lips, her throat, her back, and her shoulders. I held her in my grip with each kiss, and each article of clothing removed. I kept her under my control with my hands and my mouth.

I made her wait while I undressed, then took her in my arms gave her a bruisingly hard kiss on the lips. We were standing beside the bed kissing. My hand moved up the bare skin of her back and I grabbed a handful of her hair. She loves so much when I pull her hair. I swear she could have an orgasm just from the feel of me pulling her hair. Her head pulled back, my mouth went to her neck. Sucking and biting the sensitive flesh and driving her wild with desire.

I pushed her back to the wall and pressed her hard against the wall while I kissed her. Then I pushed her down so that she was kneeling on the floor. She knew exactly what to do. She sat before me and sucked my cock into her mouth. And what a talented tongue she has. She knows how to lick the sensitive spots and to suck me into her mouth. I told her to show me how much of my cock she could suck into her mouth. She showed me what I wanted to see.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to the wall. She was held there unable to move and I fucked her face. She had shown me what she could handle and I carefully gave her as much of my cock as she could handle. I knew this was her fantasy, her desire to be used by me, and I used her. In my mind, I still had more ideas for how I would use her for our pleasure.

To be continued in My Dom and My Sub Part 2

The Seven Deadly Lusts

Lust- the desire for sex

Gluttony- the need for more sex

Wrath- what you feel when you don’t get sex/not with the person you want

Envy- what you feel towards people having sex when you are not/when someone else has the person you want

Sloth- the result of a long night of rockin sex

Pride- what you feel when you are awesome at sex

Avarice- the desire to have as much sex or as many sexual partners as possible

Quickie Sex

We don’t have much time. We never do. I want so much to have a few hours of naked pleasure with Bethany. This is not likely to happen though. She is married and does not intend to end her marriage. I have no desire to take her away from her husband. She just wants the sex she cannot get at home. I just want the sex. We have a convenient relationship (and a good friendship too).

Sometimes we just hang out. No pressure, and no fuss. We both enjoy the time spent together.

Sometimes, though, she needs to fuck. She needs to have a man inside of her.

We never have enough time, and we always make the most of the time.

We go to the bedroom (our preferred place for comfort). She undresses quickly. I try to keep up. I can’t help but smile. I love the enthusiasm. I love the way she makes me feel just by wanting me.

My cock wasn’t hard when we entered the bedroom, but I can feel it stirring to life, rising to the occasion. She lays on her back, legs parted and waiting for me. I climb onto the bed moving up between her legs. I kiss her lips, her neck, and her nipples.

I can feel her impatience. I can feel her desire to enjoy the feel of my mouth on her skin, and her impatience to simply have me inside of her. The taste of her skin, and the feel of her desire complete the job make my cock hard and ready for her.

She is wet. I rub the head of my cock up and down her slit, teasing her clit, teasing her pussy with the cock she knows will soon slide into her. I give her what she wants. I slide my cock into her. Her muscles seem to grab and pull me in. She moans and pulls in my lust. She draws on my ego without even thinking about it.

I hold still for only a moment to savor the feeling of having my cock buried deep inside a hot pussy. Savoring the feel of going from the cool air to the hot pussy. It is a delight that I would not want to waste. I lay my body onto hers. I feel her skin rub against mine.

I begin thrusting, slowly but with certainty. I am still savoring the feel of her against my cock. I know the clock is ticking, but I can’t bring myself to rush it yet. I have to enjoy her body rubbing against mine. I have to enjoy the silky wet feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock.

I don’t think she is complaining. The soft sighs and moans definitely do not sound like complaints.

I straighten my arms and lift up. I position myself to thrust into her harder. I am ready to stop hearing the ticking of the clock and just let loose the lust. I am ready to make her cum on my cock and feel that incredible sensation of a throbbing pussy around me.

Each thrust I move a little faster, gently increasing the pace. Each thrust I push a little harder. Fucking her harder until my body is slapping into her pussy and my balls smack against her ass. I get into the rhythm. I let my body go. I enjoy the pleasure of my own muscles working to please Bethany.  I enjoy the pleasure her cunt is sending through all of the nerves of my cock.

I enjoy the increasing moans she is making. I can feel and hear her getting close. Her entire body is filling with tension that just needs to be released. I intend to release it. I want to feel it release on me. I thrust harder, knowing my body is slamming into her clit. I can feel my thrusts jarring her body up through her arms.

I feel her pussy squeeze my cock as she cries out with her orgasm. I feel it through my entire body and I feel it through my mind as my body gives into my orgasm. I push deep and hold my cock inside her just feeling the throbbing of my cock as it sends my cum deep inside her.

We smile at each other with our bodies still trembling. The clock is still ticking and both of us know she must leave soon. As much as we both want to lay there and enjoy being in each other’s arms, we get up, clean up, get dressed and too soon she is on her way.

But still. There is a lot to be said for these quick moments. Something about them just energizes me.

Sometimes You Need Someone To Listen


“If you ever need someone to talk to, you can always come to me.” “I am always here for you if you need to talk.” “I am your friend and will always be here for you.”

I imagine everyone has heard those quotes, or at least something close to them. Our lives can get difficult. Things come up. Things happen. We find ourselves stressed out, or sad, or angry, or who knows what it is. We find ourselves in those times when our friends and or family remind us they are here for us. They remind us they are willing to listen if we need someone to talk to.

Knowing we have someone to talk to can make a world of difference. It can make a difference to go and talk to a complete stranger (such as a therapist or priest). It can make a difference to find a group of people who have been through something the same (such as addicts do in support groups).

Sometimes, though, we want one specific person or group to listen. I find this to be most common when it comes to relationships. In a marriage, a person’s friends can listen to the frustrations of the marriage, but it is the spouse who we really want to know about those frustrations. Or maybe it is the fiance, or the boyfriend/girlfriend. The point isn’t the specific relationship, the point is the specific person.

It can carry past a relationship too. If a relationship ends badly, and you are left feeling as though the other person did not listen to you, did not give your thoughts and feelings the credit you believe they deserve. It leaves you wanting to find a way to make that person listen. Friends can listen, new lovers can listen, family can listen, but that one person is the one you want to listen to you. It is difficult to face the prospect that the one person you really need to hear you won’t listen.

It was difficult as a teenager when parents decreed how things would be and the voice of frustration rang through my head and I just needed to be heard. It was difficult as an adult when another adult decided to just run away and never give my thoughts or feelings a voice.

Dealing with such thoughts and feelings is not an easy task. It is possible though.

Sometimes you need someone to listen to you. Sometimes you need one specific person to listen. For if they would listen, then you could deal with the frustrations, and you could relieve the stress within your own mind.

The comments box is open if you want to share your story of needing someone to listen.

When Foreplay is Something Different

When I met Zoey, she and I lived a few miles apart. We met for the purpose of sex. Years later, she and I still remark that was the reason we met. This isn’t one of the stories about Zoey in itself. Those will come shortly, but they will not come as many times as she did.

At first, she drove to meet me. The trip was about forty five minutes each way. Eventually, we balanced and there were times for each of us to drive to see the other.

When she drove to see me, it was with the purpose of seeing me to have sex. She needed the sexual release and had chosen me to provide it for her. Over time, our relationship became something more than sexual. We developed a bond and shared more of our lives with each other than just sex.

The sex she and I shared was simply awesome. That is more than enough reason for me to write out the stories and share them with readers. Over the course of the relationship we learned a lot about each other sexually. We learned what pleases, and we learned what teases. We learned about tantalizing and building up to phenomenal orgasms, and we learned how to provide each other with a very quick release.

That means we learned about giving each other foreplay. She learned my mind and body well enough to build my cock up to incredible feats of hardness. I learned her mind and body well enough to make her soaking wet before I ever touched the waistband of her panties.

That is obvious foreplay though. The point of the post is that Zoey and I had foreplay that was something so different, that hardly anyone would recognize it as foreplay.

The different foreplay we had was that drive between where we lived. We had become so accustomed to having sex when we saw each other, that just making that drive got our blood pumping. The familiar sights along the way were like little markers telling our minds and bodies that we were getting closer to having great sex.

Just making that drive was enough to make her wet. It was enough to make me hard. Waiting at home knowing the other was on the way had the exact same effect. Just knowing that sex was coming became part of our foreplay. It wasn’t foreplay as we know foreplay, but the point of foreplay is to get your body ready for sex. That drive, or that wait, got our bodies ready for sex, and that makes it foreplay.

Have you noticed anything that isn’t normally described as foreplay, but always seems to get you ready for sex? Please share your story here.

The Seduction of Jolene: Part 2

Continued from Continued From: Part 1

We kissed with more and more intensity. She pressed her body against me as much as I pressed against her. I could feel her rubbing her legs and stomach against my erect cock. I feel her delighting in the feel of my cock as she kissed my lips. My fingers caressed the skin of her back, and her stomach. Inching higher and higher, feeling more and more of her skin under my hands.

I felt her tit under my palm. I felt her gasp with pleasure at the touch of my hand. I squeezed and pressed my lips harder against her lips. She moaned into my mouth and pushed her hips against me. I pulled the bustier down to feel her bare tit against my hand. I felt her small, but erect nipple under my fingertips.

I dared to take a chance. I broke the kiss and moved my lips directly to her nipple. She let me. She let me suck her nipple into my mouth. She let me squeeze and suck her nipple with my lips and tongue. My hand went to her ass and I pulled her tight against my body.

That was her final barrier. She couldn’t take anymore. Her body now controlled her mind, and her body wanted sex as much or more than I did. Her words said everything. I want to fuck you now. Words that were breathlessly spoken, full of her desire. A desire I intended to fulfill.

We quickly undressed and I positioned myself between her legs. I kissed her as I positioned my cock at her entrance. She was so wet. I could imagine her wetness dripping down her ass to the bed. My cock slid into her without any resistance. All the way until my balls were resting against her ass. I held there just enjoying how I felt inside her pussy and enjoying the feeling of her muscles contracting and throbbing against my cock. I knew then she was having a small orgasm just from the first contact of my cock inside her pussy.

She was mine. She had willingly and gladly gave her body to me, and I was going to take my pleasure in it. I intended to make this last and enjoy every moment. I began thrusting slowly and gently. Reveling in the wetness, and how easily my cock slid in and out of her. Each thrust I pushed as deep as my body would allow, knowing that each time I was pressing her clit between us. I maintained this pace until I brought her to another orgasm. Then I held myself inside her to feel her orgasm while I watched her from above.

I let her catch her breath. The orgasm was not too intense, but she still needed a moment. I readied myself to take her. I was ready now to just fuck her hard.

I did. I pistoned my hips and I drilled my cock into her. From the first thrust, my body slamming into her clit, she gasped and panted. For this time, I now owned her and she was at my mercy. Her pleasure was mine for the taking, and I was taking her pleasure. I slammed my body down into her again and again. Each thrust pushing her ass into the bed, making her bounce back each time I withdrew. Her orgasm hit her fiercely, her fingers desperately wanting to dig into my skin. I didn’t relent, but kept fucking her hard. I made her cum and I made her keep cumming on my cock. She had no control over her orgasm, over own body. It was mine, and I was not letting up or giving her a break.

I did eventually let up though. I could feel my own muscles protest the pace I was setting. I pushed into her, holding deep, and pressing my body hard against her clit. Jolene continued to cum, her pussy throbbing around my cock while her pussy squeezed and massaged me. I lowered myself to kiss her neck, and to pinch her nipple with one hand. I stayed still inside her, just enjoying the way her pussy was massaging my cock. I listened to her breathing and trying to catch her breath. I felt her hands on my back, holding me close.

I began thrusting again after she had caught her breath. Gentle strokes again. My lips soft against her neck, gently sucking, and gently marking her neck. She continued to hold me close, letting me know she wanted me right there just like I was. I could feel another orgasm building in her body. I could feel it building slowly, but surely. I kept thrusting, gently, steady, and with the assurance that I would make her cum one more time before I allowed myself to cum inside her. When her orgasm hit, she put her mouth on my shoulder, moaning into my skin, biting gently, and sucking my skin into her mouth. I knew she could taste my sweat and I didn’t care. She was welcome to taste all of me if she wanted. I let her calm down from her orgasm once again. I let her catch her breath.

I released my resolve to not cum. I gave my body permission to just feel the pleasure from her and to release my cum into her body.

I raised up again and began thrusting hard. Not as hard as the first time, but hard enough to hear my body hitting her pussy with every thrust. I felt her pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing me in every thrust. I heard her moans and gasps of pleasure. I told her I was going to cum. I let it build, and I felt it build. I could feel my cum rising into the shaft of my cock, making my cock feel larger inside of her.

I could feel the point of no return. I could feel my entire body growing tense and the intense pleasure throughout my cock as it stroked in and out of her pussy. The tension built until I couldn’t hold it any longer. My orgasm hit my entire body. My cum shot out of my cock. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shooting through the shaft of my cock like it was massaging the inside of my cock as her pussy was massaging the outside of my cock. Despite how intense my orgasm was hitting me, I could feel her cumming on my cock. Her fingernails were digging into my skin. Her hips thrust up to hold my cock deep inside her. The muscles of her pussy milking all of my cum out of my cock.

It lasted forever, and ended in a moment. I laid down on her, fighting to catch my breath, my chest heaving against her heaving chest. Our sweat mingling on our bodies.

She had to change her mind to get what she wanted. I got what I wanted from before I even saw her.

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The Seduction of Jolene: Part 1

I met Jolene through an adult personals web site. To clarify, this is site for people seeking deep meaningful relationships which are designed to last only a few hours, relationships that can be repeated as necessary.

We exchanged a few e-mails before we decided to meet in person. For safety reasons we decided to meet in a public place. A place where we could see whether or not the person we had been talking with had been honest about appearance. To take some time to see if we like each other in person before decided to take the next step to simply have sex with each other.

I already knew what I wanted. I knew I wanted to have sex with her before I met her. Why? Because I honestly did not want to wait, I had denied myself the pleasure of sex too many times. It was more than just wanting sex though. Far far more. I wanted Jolene to want me. It was not enough for me to simply have sex with her. It would not be enough unless she wanted to have sex with me.

We met. She was the person she had described. I could tell she liked that I was the person I had described. I found her pretty, attractive, and my mind had not changed about wanting to have sex with her before the night ended.

Circumstances required me to return home. I asked her politely if she felt comfortable to join me. I could sense her interest, and we had only talked a few minutes. I knew she would feel she was taking a risk, so I asked, and offered all of the trust I could muster within me. She accepted, and followed me back to my house. Once there, she saw why I needed to return. She understood that I had spoken truthfully in our e-mails regarding my circumstances. Her trust increased, and her curiosity about me as a person increased. I would use both of those to seduce her into my bed.

I fixed her a soft drink and we sat and talked. I let her get to know me, I got to know her. Mostly I listened. I let her freely say anything she needed to say. Among the things she said was that she didn’t want to have sex with me this night. I did not tell her I wanted to change her mind. To break through all of her resistance until she would gladly take off my clothes and her have way with me.

We carried the conversation outside to allow her to have a cigarette. We talked. I listened more. I touched her hands, her arms, and her shoulders confirming that she was comfortable to allow me to touch her. I used a light touch letting her feel my presence. I allowed her feel my interest in her body without being pushy.

I asked her directly and politely for permission to kiss her. She wanted to kiss. She had reached the point of comfort and interest in me that she wanted to kiss me as much or more than I wanted to kiss her. I heard it in her voice when she said yes, and I felt it in her lips and skin when we kissed. I touched her cheek after our lips met. My finger tips caressing her skin and moving back to move through her hair. Her lips parted and our tongues met. She tasted sweet. I could taste and feel her desire in that kiss. She had stated she didn’t want to have sex with me on our first meeting. Her body clearly had other ideas. Ideas that I intended to move from her body and into her mind.

We moved back inside to the couch. I let her talk more. I listened, and I touched her caressing her arms, and her legs just above her knees. I let her know through my actions that I wanted to kiss her more. I let her know I wanted to touch her more. I asked her straight forward if she felt comfortable to ask me to stop if I did anything she did not feel comfortable with. I assured her that if she asked me to stop, I would stop. I meant those words. I would not push her if she asked me to stop.

We began kissing again. I moved closer, letting my body move against hers. My hands roamed over the outside of her clothes. I touched her through her jeans, shirt, and bustier. I could feel her desire rise more as she felt mine pressing against her leg. She put her hand on my cheek, holding my lips against hers. She teased my tongue with hers. I drank in her desire. Feeling it pulse through her body in time with my own.

I suggested moving to the bedroom. She accepted, still saying we wouldn’t do anything. I assured her we wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to do. I gave her one of my t-shirts so that she would be more comfortable than she would in the shirt she was wearing. The t-shirt allowed my fingers room to slip under and touch her skin. There was no question I would take advantage of this for as long as she would allow.

We kissed with more and more intensity. She pressed her body against me as much as I pressed against her. I could feel her rubbing her legs and stomach against my erect cock. I feel her delighting in the feel of my cock as she kissed my lips. My fingers caressed the skin of her back, and her stomach. Inching higher and higher, feeling more and more of her skin under my hands.

To be continued in Part 2

The Introduction

I’ve written several sex stories over the course of more than a year.  I finally decided that this is the place to put those stories.  This is the place to share those interesting thoughts, fantasies, and realities that are in my head.

This is also a place where I will open up some of my thoughts about social things I have observed.  Often these will be about people who have done something or another which do not present themselves in a good light.

For years I’ve kept either my writing hidden, or my identity hidden.  Now I’m gonna open up and share more about who and what I am.

The stories will begin soon.