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ltnsfr007 said:
Only if you're a female
what kind of orgasm do u want to have right now?
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sxxyblueyes said:I would love to tie my partner up to the bed and just completely have my way with her.. just completely take my partner in any way that she would allow me.. (maybe this belongs on another kind of thread LOL) There would definitely be some kissing, licking, sucking, caressing, heavy petting, moaning, maybe even a little light screaming..
I think I will stop there.. I'm getting all worked up just thinking about it!!
...I
you...marry me?? 
jkjk, but that was awesome.
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Prelude...
I want to sit with her somewhere in public. A good restaurant, while we are enjoying a bottle of chardonnay. We both know what will happen a little while later when we get back to her place. Although we know time is not enough to mutually satisfy our hunger for each other. And we wish we really could have skipped the romantic part of the evening. I don't need food by candle light. I need her. I want to feel her slippery wetness between my fingers. I reach out to her under the table and caress her soft thigh slightly. She shivers visible. My hand does not leave the soft comforting skin of the inside of her thigh throughout the main course. (we mutual agreed so skip the hors doeuvre's)
The palm of my hand is insistent. At first there was gentle touching, almost coaxing her skin to make me feel the beginning of that roaring fire. But soon it became clear that i needed her in another way. My hand rubbed her with confidence: consistent caressing, stroking movements, as if the inside of her thigh was a large clitoris and she needed direct pressure to feel alive.
I think of one thing only while we discuss dessert. Her wetness. I am obsessed with how wet she would be for me. Would she be wet only on the inside of her vagina and i would have to open her up to spread her wetness? Or has her panties been drenched with liquid? Would it be dripping down her legs right now if i removed them? Or would i have to take her hard nipple into my mouth before she gushed for me? Does her wetness seep all the way up to her clit defying gravity, or has the centre of her being been transformed into a river of secretion. Sweat mixed with her unique lust? Or hot dry skin begging for moisture?
At that moment there is nothing i desire more than to have direct intimate contact between the index finger of my right hand and her bared clit, with only the phantom barrier of slippery wetness to enhance the sensation.
I watch her tongue lick the last bit of chocolate off the spoon she is holding. And i watch as she puts down the spoon. Her hand is under the table, her fingers pulling my panties to the side as she scoops up pleasure. She smiles while she dips the same fingers into her glass of chardonnay. Licks her fingers. Dips them back into the wine and back into my wetness. This time she enters me forcefully with three fingers. She moves them all the way in and up. She spreads her fingers once she is inside of me and i can feel the lenghts of her fingers inside my passage. She rhythmically rocks her fingers against the
inside of my vagina wall while she glances around the restaurant with a challenging expression on her face. I read: " Dare ask me what i am doing"
As suddenly as she has entered me, she seems to loose interest. She raises the same hand for the waitress to bring the bill. We both smile at the gesture.I remove my hand from the inside of her thigh and we leave the restaurant, leaving behind a tangible memory of desire.
I want to sit with her somewhere in public. A good restaurant, while we are enjoying a bottle of chardonnay. We both know what will happen a little while later when we get back to her place. Although we know time is not enough to mutually satisfy our hunger for each other. And we wish we really could have skipped the romantic part of the evening. I don't need food by candle light. I need her. I want to feel her slippery wetness between my fingers. I reach out to her under the table and caress her soft thigh slightly. She shivers visible. My hand does not leave the soft comforting skin of the inside of her thigh throughout the main course. (we mutual agreed so skip the hors doeuvre's)
The palm of my hand is insistent. At first there was gentle touching, almost coaxing her skin to make me feel the beginning of that roaring fire. But soon it became clear that i needed her in another way. My hand rubbed her with confidence: consistent caressing, stroking movements, as if the inside of her thigh was a large clitoris and she needed direct pressure to feel alive.
I think of one thing only while we discuss dessert. Her wetness. I am obsessed with how wet she would be for me. Would she be wet only on the inside of her vagina and i would have to open her up to spread her wetness? Or has her panties been drenched with liquid? Would it be dripping down her legs right now if i removed them? Or would i have to take her hard nipple into my mouth before she gushed for me? Does her wetness seep all the way up to her clit defying gravity, or has the centre of her being been transformed into a river of secretion. Sweat mixed with her unique lust? Or hot dry skin begging for moisture?
At that moment there is nothing i desire more than to have direct intimate contact between the index finger of my right hand and her bared clit, with only the phantom barrier of slippery wetness to enhance the sensation.
I watch her tongue lick the last bit of chocolate off the spoon she is holding. And i watch as she puts down the spoon. Her hand is under the table, her fingers pulling my panties to the side as she scoops up pleasure. She smiles while she dips the same fingers into her glass of chardonnay. Licks her fingers. Dips them back into the wine and back into my wetness. This time she enters me forcefully with three fingers. She moves them all the way in and up. She spreads her fingers once she is inside of me and i can feel the lenghts of her fingers inside my passage. She rhythmically rocks her fingers against the
inside of my vagina wall while she glances around the restaurant with a challenging expression on her face. I read: " Dare ask me what i am doing"
As suddenly as she has entered me, she seems to loose interest. She raises the same hand for the waitress to bring the bill. We both smile at the gesture.I remove my hand from the inside of her thigh and we leave the restaurant, leaving behind a tangible memory of desire.
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<clears throat> mmmm...wow! Now that is the beginning of a great story Yuuummmyy! You should continue it
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Nirvanadragones said:I want to sit with her somewhere in public. A good restaurant, while we are enjoying a bottle of chardonnay. We both know what will happen a little while later when we get back to her place. Although we know time is not enough to mutually satisfy our hunger for each other. And we wish we really could have skipped the romantic part of the evening. I don't need food by candle light. I need her. I want to feel her slippery wetness between my fingers. I reach out to her under the table and caress her soft thigh slightly. She shivers visible. My hand does not leave the soft comforting skin of the inside of her thigh throughout the main course. (we mutual agreed so skip the hors doeuvre's)
The palm of my hand is insistent. At first there was gentle touching, almost coaxing her skin to make me feel the beginning of that roaring fire. But soon it became clear that i needed her in another way. My hand rubbed her with confidence: consistent caressing, stroking movements, as if the inside of her thigh was a large clitoris and she needed direct pressure to feel alive.
I think of one thing only while we discuss dessert. Her wetness. I am obsessed with how wet she would be for me. Would she be wet only on the inside of her vagina and i would have to open her up to spread her wetness? Or has her panties been drenched with liquid? Would it be dripping down her legs right now if i removed them? Or would i have to take her hard nipple into my mouth before she gushed for me? Does her wetness seep all the way up to her clit defying gravity, or has the centre of her being been transformed into a river of secretion. Sweat mixed with her unique lust? Or hot dry skin begging for moisture?
At that moment there is nothing i desire more than to have direct intimate contact between the index finger of my right hand and her bared clit, with only the phantom barrier of slippery wetness to enhance the sensation.
I watch her tongue lick the last bit of chocolate off the spoon she is holding. And i watch as she puts down the spoon. Her hand is under the table, her fingers pulling my panties to the side as she scoops up pleasure. She smiles while she dips the same fingers into her glass of chardonnay. Licks her fingers. Dips them back into the wine and back into my wetness. This time she enters me forcefully with three fingers. She moves them all the way in and up. She spreads her fingers once she is inside of me and i can feel the lenghts of her fingers inside my passage. She rhythmically rocks her fingers against the
inside of my vagina wall while she glances around the restaurant with a challenging expression on her face. I read: " Dare ask me what i am doing"
As suddenly as she has entered me, she seems to loose interest. She raises the same hand for the waitress to bring the bill. We both smile at the gesture.I remove my hand from the inside of her thigh and we leave the restaurant, leaving behind a tangible memory of desire.
*wipes drool from mouth* please finish this story!!
I want to have a good P spot orgasm.
The kind I have when someone takes the time to tease me, nibble on my nipples while lightly tracing their hand between my legs. Their hand tracing the ridges and veins in my cock, around my balls, and down to my hungry hole. Then feeding that hole with something long and hard, curved enough to hit that spot that far too many men dont know about. Thrusting in and out to stimulate that spot, pinching my nipples and fucking me hard, until I come in gushes. They dont even have to touch my cock to make me come, just stroke that spot.
The kind I have when someone takes the time to tease me, nibble on my nipples while lightly tracing their hand between my legs. Their hand tracing the ridges and veins in my cock, around my balls, and down to my hungry hole. Then feeding that hole with something long and hard, curved enough to hit that spot that far too many men dont know about. Thrusting in and out to stimulate that spot, pinching my nipples and fucking me hard, until I come in gushes. They dont even have to touch my cock to make me come, just stroke that spot.
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omg.. I am so "needy" (as one friend likes to put it ) right now!
I need to have the crazy kinda sex right now..
the kind that starts off with heavy petting and hard, wet kissing.. tearing your clothes off .. can't keep your hands off each other .. both feeling the need to O so bad you can taste it .. bringing each other to that ultimate body tingling orgasm leaving you breathless and collapsing in each others arms..
yep- that's what I need right now 
) right now!I need to have the crazy kinda sex right now..
the kind that starts off with heavy petting and hard, wet kissing.. tearing your clothes off .. can't keep your hands off each other .. both feeling the need to O so bad you can taste it .. bringing each other to that ultimate body tingling orgasm leaving you breathless and collapsing in each others arms..
yep- that's what I need right now
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Don't you just hate the term "horny". There really should be a better way to describe that need. "Needy" is the best i've heard... and "sexually frustrated" is just not it either, cause i can be very very needy without being sexually frustrated.
Sigh...
Sigh...
sxxyblueyes said:omg.. I am so "needy" (as one friend likes to put it
I need to have the crazy kinda sex right now..
the kind that starts off with heavy petting and hard, wet kissing.. tearing your clothes off .. can't keep your hands off each other .. both feeling the need to O so bad you can taste it .. bringing each other to that ultimate body tingling orgasm leaving you breathless and collapsing in each others arms..
yep- that's what I need right now
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Nirvanadragones said:Don't you just hate the term "horny". There really should be a better way to describe that need. "Needy" is the best i've heard... and "sexually frustrated" is just not it either, cause i can be very very needy without being sexually frustrated.
Sigh...
Horny doesn't bother me at all
But you're right, there aren't a whole lot of descriptive terms for that feeling 
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Nirvanadragones said:Don't you just hate the term "horny". There really should be a better way to describe that need. "Needy" is the best i've heard... and "sexually frustrated" is just not it either, cause i can be very very needy without being sexually frustrated.
Sigh...
How about orgasmically challenged? OK maybe not. How about orgasmically deprived?
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CorsetLvr said:
hehe yes.. that sounds like the politically correct way of saying "I'm soo freakin horny!" .. hmmm
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someone else's ..................... in my mouth
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No,no i am not that sure... Yes it might describe a specific type of horniness, but what about when you've already had an orgasm, but you desperately need more? You're not deprived, just hungry...
sxxyblueyes said:hehe yes.. that sounds like the politically correct way of saying "I'm soo freakin horny!" .. hmmm
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If that is the case, some of us, me included, are constantly hungry.Nirvanadragones said:No,no i am not that sure... Yes it might describe a specific type of horniness, but what about when you've already had an orgasm, but you desperately need more? You're not deprived, just hungry...
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Let's eat!
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OUCH................
THAT sure hit the spot.......
THAT sure hit the spot.......
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Ok, hitting the spot for a second time tonight...
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I wouldn't mind taking a good nap right about now. Two naked female bodies in a soft cozy bed... cuddling... sleep first. Then play...
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More, please more...
please more until we become sated merely with your words!
what kind of orgasm do I crave right now, having been aching with carnal longing all day (how's that as an alternative for horny?)... Recently written to a new lover:
How did you know that I would become so word-weakened?
I want to drown in your wordcraft and luxuriate in
that rare understanding of sexual power to which I
hope it will lead...
tongue, clit, cunt, skin, toy, handcuffs, leather,
latex, bites (and bites back), hands and probing fingers,
strawberries (perhaps) - I would revel in all
and give revelry back in return until all that is left
is desire spent
ah, sxxyblueyes, perhaps we should both post on another thread?
~ Justine
please more until we become sated merely with your words!
Nirvanadragones said:I want to sit with her somewhere in public. A good restaurant, while we are enjoying a bottle of chardonnay. We both know what will happen a little while later when we get back to her place. Although we know time is not enough to mutually satisfy our hunger for each other. And we wish we really could have skipped the romantic part of the evening. I don't need food by candle light. I need her. I want to feel her slippery wetness between my fingers. I reach out to her under the table and caress her soft thigh slightly. She shivers visible. My hand does not leave the soft comforting skin of the inside of her thigh throughout the main course. (we mutual agreed so skip the hors doeuvre's)
The palm of my hand is insistent. At first there was gentle touching, almost coaxing her skin to make me feel the beginning of that roaring fire. But soon it became clear that i needed her in another way. My hand rubbed her with confidence: consistent caressing, stroking movements, as if the inside of her thigh was a large clitoris and she needed direct pressure to feel alive.
I think of one thing only while we discuss dessert. Her wetness. I am obsessed with how wet she would be for me. Would she be wet only on the inside of her vagina and i would have to open her up to spread her wetness? Or has her panties been drenched with liquid? Would it be dripping down her legs right now if i removed them? Or would i have to take her hard nipple into my mouth before she gushed for me? Does her wetness seep all the way up to her clit defying gravity, or has the centre of her being been transformed into a river of secretion. Sweat mixed with her unique lust? Or hot dry skin begging for moisture?
At that moment there is nothing i desire more than to have direct intimate contact between the index finger of my right hand and her bared clit, with only the phantom barrier of slippery wetness to enhance the sensation.
I watch her tongue lick the last bit of chocolate off the spoon she is holding. And i watch as she puts down the spoon. Her hand is under the table, her fingers pulling my panties to the side as she scoops up pleasure. She smiles while she dips the same fingers into her glass of chardonnay. Licks her fingers. Dips them back into the wine and back into my wetness. This time she enters me forcefully with three fingers. She moves them all the way in and up. She spreads her fingers once she is inside of me and i can feel the lenghts of her fingers inside my passage. She rhythmically rocks her fingers against the
inside of my vagina wall while she glances around the restaurant with a challenging expression on her face. I read: " Dare ask me what i am doing"
As suddenly as she has entered me, she seems to loose interest. She raises the same hand for the waitress to bring the bill. We both smile at the gesture.I remove my hand from the inside of her thigh and we leave the restaurant, leaving behind a tangible memory of desire.
what kind of orgasm do I crave right now, having been aching with carnal longing all day (how's that as an alternative for horny?)... Recently written to a new lover:
How did you know that I would become so word-weakened?
I want to drown in your wordcraft and luxuriate in
that rare understanding of sexual power to which I
hope it will lead...
tongue, clit, cunt, skin, toy, handcuffs, leather,
latex, bites (and bites back), hands and probing fingers,
strawberries (perhaps) - I would revel in all
and give revelry back in return until all that is left
is desire spent
ah, sxxyblueyes, perhaps we should both post on another thread?
~ Justine
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