Sunday, July 31, 2016

Lazy Day of Porn and Nothing But Porn

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "Today I spent the whole day in bed watching porn and masturbating. I didn't plan on it. I was supposed to be working all day. I blame it all on last night and on a new porn blog I just discovered. Last night I met up with this sexy Fireman (who Ace and "

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

Lazy Day of Porn and Nothing But Porn

by Pervertically Virtuous
Today I spent the whole day in bed watching porn and masturbating. I didn't plan on it. I was supposed to be working all day.
I blame it all on last night and on a new porn blog I just discovered....
[image added 2016, by Nero]
Last night I met up with this sexy Fireman (who Ace and I had a really hot MFM 2 weeks ago that I still haven't written up). It didn't go as planned. Every time he would put on a condom and try to fuck me, he'd go soft. So I ended up blowing him, and he fingered me to four orgasms, but my need to get fucked was not satisfied. Ace is out of town for the week and I'm ovulating, so when I came home from the Fireman's place, I had to watch some porn.
As usual, I searched for some MFM porn, and came across this Italian video. I thought it was incredibly hot, including double penetration and double anal, but the two guys felt so incredibly comfortable with each other, being close to each other, touching each other. I loved it. I looked up the guy who had uploaded the video, and realized he had a whole blog devoted to "friendly fire" and all sorts of homoerotic and bromantic goodness in heterosexual pornography, called Fuck Yeah! Friendly Fire (FY!FF).
I was hooked. I watched a couple of videos and masturbated a few times til I passed out. When I woke up this morning, I just didn't feel like getting out of bed. I turned my computer back on, and continued where I left off - with FY!FF. It had all the stuff that I love watching - gangbangs, DPs, double anal, double vaginal, interracial, pegging, all with an eye towards bromanship. So I kept watching and rubbing, and watching and rubbing, and came more times than I can count.
And then I went on Craigslist and found two bisexual guys to have a threesome with. Something I haven't done in over 6 years and have always wanted more of. Can't wait.
OK, now I'm gonna rub one last one out, go to sleep, and try to get some work done tomorrow, before getting into some hot trouble hopefully.
Y'all go check out Fuck Yeah! Friendly Fire for some really hot, and often hardcore, action.
Pervertically Virtuous | July 31, 2013 at 3:09 am | Categories: Sex Stories |

Friday, July 29, 2016

Fetish Friday: Pic of the Day!

My wife and I don't have anything like this, but I love looking at images like this. I love the idea of a woman dressing for sex - possibly because it removes all doubt that she's up for it? The other aspect is the tease factor. These outfits aren't easy to put on and they're even harder to take off. If she's wearing something like this you are going to have to be prepared to wait before you can get her naked. Which is half the fun, surely?

Thursday, July 28, 2016

What I Want in Bed

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "This is a guest post by Cathy Reisenwitz of the "sex-positive, state-negative" blog Sex and the State. Cathy and I don't quite agree on the role of government in economic policies, but we definitely agree on the role of government in regulating our privat"

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

What I Want in Bed

by Pervertically Virtuous
in bedThis is a guest post by Cathy Reisenwitz of the "sex-positive, state-negative" blog Sex and the State. Cathy and I don't quite agree on the role of government in economic policies, but we definitely agree on the role of government in regulating our private lives and bodies. I love reading her views, even when I disagree with them. Do check her out if you haven't already.
If you're interested in guest posting on Pervertically Virtuous, please take a look at my Guest Post page and then contact me.

What I Want in Bed

Sleep! Haha, jk. I mean, yes. But this is about what I want when I have sexytimes.
I was going to call this How to Be Good in Bed. But that seemed really obnoxious. I don't know what anyone else wants. But here's what I like.
For You to Listen
I've learned not to trust someone who says they're "really good" at head, fingering, fucking. There is no one way to be really good, because everyone likes different shit. The only way to be really good at giving pleasure is to be really good at reading body language and following instructions. So get really good at reading body language and following instructions.
Here's a good example. If you see me touching myself in a certain way, either take over for me or ask me if you can. If you're not sure of something, ask me.
For You to Communicate
If I'm giving you a blowjob or touching your cock or assuming a particular position and everything I try elicits the same, muted response, that shit is hella boring. I'd imagine it's not that great for you. Whether you want to say, "That feels great," or "A little harder/faster/stronger" or just moan at different levels to indicate your preference, give me some feedback.
This is especially important for hand and blow jobs. I'm not doing it for my health. The point is to make you feel good. If I don't know I'm doing that, it defeats the purpose.
For you to Specify
Why are you having sex with me? Was I just around? If so, find something specific to compliment about me. If not, tell me why you wanted to have sex with me. Is it my perky boobs? My bubble butt? (I have neither but whatevs.) Was it my winning personality? (Don't go with that.) "You're so hot," is nice but not great. Do you remember any of those compliments? "Your flat stomach makes me want to cum," is about a million times better. You will never forget that. We all want to feel special, like our best qualities are noticed and appreciated.
That's what I like in a nutshell. What do you like? Anything in here you wouldn't want?
Cathy ReisenwitzBio: Cathy Reisenwitz is a D.C.-based writer and political commentator. She is Editor-in-Chief of Sex and the State and writes regularly for Doublethink magazine and Thoughts on Liberty. Her writing has appeared in the Washington Examiner, the Daily Caller, XOJane, the AFF Free the Future blog, The Freeman, the Individualist Feminist and Penelope Trunk's Brazen Careerist.
Pervertically Virtuous | July 27, 2013 at 3:53 pm | Tags: communication, desire, sex | Categories: Guest Post |

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Saturday Sex Shame ~ Part 2

As I said at on Monday, we had wild, drunken, raunchy sex on Saturday night. My wife was as horny as hell having teased all those guys in her Business Networking Group all night in that hot little dress she'd bought especially for the party. What I probably didn't make clear in Monday's post was that by the time we got home I was pissed off.

My wife had been vamping it up all night long, except she wasn't vamping it up with me. And then at the afterparty in the club next door, in the VIP area, she introduced me to some random guy she'd just met (from another VIP Booth, not one of ours) because we'd both worked in events. I chatted to him politely for a few minutes and then noticed my wife had disappeared. I went looking for her. Everywhere. I didn't find her.

Warning: I get a little angry in this post
She popped up 20 minutes later, saying she'd been on the dancefloor with some of the other BNG guys. Funny, because I'd looked there and didn't see her. Sure, it was dark and packed, but I'm pretty sure I would have spotted her. When we got home to bed I brought it up and told her I had looked in every nook and cranny in that club and I hadn't found her so where was she? She insisted she was on the dancefloor and that I must have missed her. I told her I was pissed off because she had never once danced with me all night, yet she was quite prepared to dance with others, and happy to pimp me out to her friends (yup, women would ask me to dance, saying "your wife tells me you're a great dancer").

My wife said it was late and suggested we talk about in the morning, because she wanted to sleep.

Sleep?! I don't think so!

"I don't think so!" I said, as I grabbed her hand and placed it on my stiff prick. "You've been flaunting your body all night long in that slutty little dress and now you think you can just go to sleep? I don't think so - you're going to fuck me!"

My wife giggled and started jacking my cock. I reached around behind her and grabbed her ass, my other hand moving to her front and cupping her breast. Her nipple was rock hard - she wasn't wanting to sleep either! I continued to manhandle her roughly as she drunkenly played with my cock and balls, all the while kissing my neck and moaning.

I pushed her head down to my chest, so that my right hand behind her could reach back past her ass and to her pussy. She inched herself further down, licking my balls as she continued to jack my cock.
This gave me easy rear access to her wet slit and I started fingering her from behind. She was tight but very wet - and hot. Her pussy was burning! She alternated between jacking my cock slowly, jerking it really fast, and then slipping it into her wet mouth and deep throating me. She was all over the place.

My hand was slippery now so I rubbed it all over her pussy and clit, before slapping it as best I could from that angle. She was moaning heavily, swallowing me whole and holding it there as my fingers did their work. Suddenly her mouth popped off my fat cock and she got up, straddling me in the reverse cowgirl position. She grabbed my meat and fed it into her hungry pussy, dropping slowly and groaning as she felt the length.

And she was off, 'galloping' like a racehorse, riding my cock for all she was worth. She had an energy that belied her earlier claims of being tired - she was fucking herself hard on my dick, squeezing her breasts for good measure as she went. I grabbed her hips and slapped her ass, telling her she was a dirty girl - a dirty dirty girl - and how all the wives hated her for being the hottest babe at the party and making their husbands want her oh so bad.

"Yeahhhh!" cried out my wife, riding me even faster, "I'm a dirty girl."

She was jumping up higher now, really pounding herself hard on my rigid cock. "I'm a dirrr-ty girl, unnngh" she moaned through gritted teeth before dropping down on one elbow, her other hand now at her clit. In this new position (almost head down and ass up) I had more access to her butt, and I made the most of it. I wet my thumb and slid it up behind my cock - stretching her pussy. I don't know why I did this (normally I stick my thumb up her butt in this position, bowling ball style) but I did and she seemed to like it.

She didn't actually verbalise it (if she didn't like it she would have told me) but she continued jack hammering her pussy up and down my cock hard and fast. I definitely stretched her out because my thumb got really all up inside her easily - I guess this was 'DP lite'. She started moaning and I felt her cunt getting tighter around my cock and thumb so I figured she was ready to cum. I started lifting my hips and slamming into her, as she thrust back hard against me.

If my dick was this thick I wouldn't have to stick a thumb in as well!
"Oh oh ohhhh god" she groaned, as she climaxed. She kept repeating it, and didn't stop pounding my dick with her butt the whole way through. I was ready to cum too so I pushed her off me and told her to 'assume the position'. She complied readily, getting on all fours in front of me. I grabbed my dick and aimed it at her wet pussy, then grabbed her hips as I slid slowly in. She put her head down and reached up to finger my cock as slid in, grabbing my balls lightly once I was all the way inside her.

I began thrusting, moving in and out in a fast steady pace, and her moaning resumed. She was fingering her clit now, as well as my balls, and I was pounding her good. I really wanted to cum, it felt so damn good, and I was ready to blow when... my wife started talking dirty to me, egging me on:
"Yeah, fuck me baby, I want it. Pound me good, I'm a dirty dirty girl and I need to be fucked. That's all I want. The other guys all want to fuck me, but only you can have me, these holes are yours. I'm just here to be fucked, so fuck me, I'm such a dirty slut, use me, mmmmm, use my holes, they're all for you. C'mon baby, mmmmm, yeah, fill me with your cum. All those men tonight wanted to, but they can't have me, mmmmm, but you can, mmmmmm"

And then my wife came again, strumming her clit, and talking about other guys wanting her as she did so.

Don't get me wrong: I fully appreciate how hot her dirty talk was - as I type it now my dick is again as hard as concrete - but when she said it... my blood boiled!

Honestly, if she talked like that at any other time I would have popped a gusher all up inside her horny cunt but tonight was different. Tonight (Saturday) she had flirted with too many men and paid me little or no attention. Ladies, if you want to tease your husband by flirting with other men then may I suggest that when you do it you throw him a bone now and then as you do so. Let him know you love teasing the other dudes, but he's the only one who'll be fucking you later that night. Don't ignore him and make him wonder if you're planning to cuckold him. (Unless you've both agreed on that, which is a whole other blog subject)

So now I was angry and I decided to make good on her offer to "use her holes". I pulled out of her pussy, lifted my self higher, and then reinserted myself - this time in her ass. My dick was slick and wet from her wet and slick pussy so I had no trouble pushing in. I slid in slowly, and then out again just as slowly, before pushing in just a little bit faster. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her properly, as she started grunting.

She was quiet now, the dirty talk stopped as I pounded her asshole like a pussy. Instead she grunted with every stroke, taking each thrust proudly, before a kind of delirious mewing took over. I'm not sure what headspace she was in now but she wasn't telling me to stop so I didn't. She resumed fingering her clit and I noticed she was quite relaxed anally. I told her to clench, because I wanted her tighter, but she didn't seem to hear. I slapped her ass and again told her to clench and she did, but I think it was more of a spasmic response to the slap than anything else.

My cock remained hard as rock throughout but I just could not get off. If felt really good, and it felt like I was about to cum but... I didn't.

I pushed her down onto the mattress and told her get on her back and spread her legs. She did as ordered and immediately started masturbating - one hand on her pussy, the other on her tit. I knelt between her legs, jerking myself off, determined to spray my load all over her. I was jacking hard, and so was she - squeezing both tits with both hands, giving herself a good workout, before returning to her pussy and giving it the same treatment. She was squirming spreadeagled beneath me and it wasn't long until she started hammering the outside of my thighs with the inside of hers.

She wrapped herself around my hips, lifting her ass off the bed as she gave her sopping cunt the death grip. "Nnnnnnnngh" was all she said as she climaxed again, her whole body now raised off the bed (save for her head).

So there I was, with my dick in my hand, realising my wife had cum 3 or 4 times in the last forty minutes and I'd cum zero - and it just pissed me off more. My wife was now spent (and in some sexual haze) and I could tell she wasn't up to much more. I'd fucked her well and good, but it was no good for me. But it was over now, I done my dash and failed. The smart thing to do would be to quit while she was still blissful because if I continued too long she might snap out of it and get angry.

So I went to sleep feeling very hard done by. My wife went to sleep with a contented smile on her face. Life's like that when you're married.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

TMI Tuesday: July 26, 2016 ~ Say What?

What’s new? Another TMI Tuesday, that’s what! Say What?

1. What did you do growing up that got you into trouble?
~ I stole street signs and automobiles.

2. When was the last time you had an amazing meal? What was it? Why was it amazing for you?
~ I'm not a 'foodie' so nothing springs to mind. But I do enjoy a good meal, and given my waistline it's fair to say I think most meals are great! Tonight I had a 'Mexican Taco Bowl' which was a pre-prepared meal I'd bought from a gourmet deli at lunchtime. It really was delicious!

3. What’s the best/worst gift you’ve ever given/received?
~ My sister gave me a peg bag once. WTF? As if I ever hang the washing on a line - double WTF?! (We use a dryer) When she gave it to me she laughed and said it was 'gag gift' - yeah, sure - it was something she either grabbed as she went out the door, or a regift.

4. What do you miss most about being a kid?
~ The freedom and lack of responsibility. The optimism. (Now I'm a cynic, with the life experiences to back it up!)

5. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done?
~ The Stratosphere in Las Vegas was pretty hard. I visited in 2014 and did all 3 thrill rides at the top of their 900 ft tower. The rides send you off the tower so there is nothing between you and the ground below. Your brain tells you you'll be fine but your heart leaps out of your chest.

~ On a personal level telling a woman I was in love with that we had to break up because we were too young and I didn't want to get married (which I felt was where were headed) was really tough. On both of us. And a mistake on my part. (But then I would never have met my wife)

Bonus: What is something you learned in the last week?
~ That the US Political System is broken and we're all going to hell in a hand basket regardless of whether Hilary Clinton or Donald Trump is elected President.  Big Money Corporates/Lobby Groups are financing both candidates and will expect payback come November. Meanwhile many people are feeling quite disenfranchised and won't bother to vote. True democracy is dying, replaced by Special Interest Groups gaming the system to ensure their person is in office regardless.

Double Bonus: You missed last Sunday's post This porno got me off (TPGMO) ~ #02 which is a doozey! And tomorrow's post is rated XXX so come back for that too!

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Monday, July 25, 2016

Saturday Sex Shame

We went to a big party on Saturday night and didn't get home until 3.30am. Then we had sex. Wild, drunken, raunchy sex. I did something new to her that I hadn't done before (that I might try again) and she got off at least twice. I didn't get off. My cock was hard as rock but I just could not 'complete'. I literally destroyed my wife (she was loving it) but I could not climax. It went down like this:

The cut was similar to this but the dress was gold, and without the little
drawstring bows at the bottom. It was expensive, with expensive fabric.
Her Business Network Group were having their annual midsummer party, this time at a nightclub booked out exclusively for them (until midnight). On Saturday afternoon my wife decided to go out and buy a new dress, because she didn't have a thing to wear. This dress (right) is very similar to what she came home with, with the exception that since she is shorter than the average model the V in the back dropped down to just above her tailbone, and the skirt was a little looser and hung just below her ass (ie longer than in the pic). It was still so tight that she couldn't wear panties underneath because VPL.

Her dress was gold and not see through, but who needs see through when there's so much on show already - amiright? My wife decided not to use any tape so the odds of side boob were high that night, but at the last minute she got nervous and decided to wear some 'nude' thong cut panties that were so small and sheer there was no VPL. They were also so small and sheer that if she did lift her leg too high, or fall over, then it wouldn't matter - pervs would just assume she had had a brazilian.

Given that my wife is 50 I have to give her due credit: she did pull the look off, and looked absolutely stunning. I think we've all seen 'older women' trying to wear something that maybe is a little 'too young' for them, and the results looks terrible. My wife was dressed to kill - but who were her targets? I knew it wasn't for me - my wife planned on making an entrance at that party and turning heads when she arrived. Which she did - arriving in a fur coat and taking it off 30 minutes after arriving!

So (to cut a long story short) all the guys in her BNG had their tongues hanging out and all the wives who felt threatened bit their tongues because even though my wife was dressed super-sexy she was classy with it (more so than the cheap dress pictured above might indicate). The problem for me was that my wife spent almost the whole night 'working the room' (my wife takes 'networking' very seriously) and the only time we spent together was when I would actively seek her out and stand next to her.

It wasn't that my wife was ignoring me, it was just that I had no value to add. She already had a relationship with me (she was married to me!) and her time was better spent strengthening relationships with the other guys in the room, because they might be useful to her one day. And don't get me wrong, she wasn't talking business with these guys, she's not stupid. It was a party! My wife is a highly skilled negotiator and is very good at being charming and building relationships. She knows that people do business with people they like first and foremost.

Anyway, to cut this story even shorter everyone got very drunk and frisky - except for me. I might be drinking but I remain sober when I'm in a room full of men who cheat on their wives regularly and my wife is wearing something like the picture. At 11.30pm my daughter texted me asking what time we were coming home, which she never does, so we were immediately suspicious. We'd let her invite a friend over for company (and a sleepover) but as were leaving 3 girls turned up ("I thought you said to invite some friends, not one friend!" she claimed) so when the text arrived I wondered if she'd invited some other people over for a party.

So I raced home, found my daughter and her friends all in their pyjamas (no boys, phew!) They raced off to the bedrooms upstairs (since they thought we were 'home' now), so I snuck out and drove back to the party. It was now almost 1am and the party was winding down and everyone was heading next door for the 'afterparty' at the adjacent club. Everything seemed normal, but on Sunday afternoon I would see photos of what happened while I was gone for an hour: my wife in another man's Sgt Peppers jacket posing with each of the six guys in her BNG pod - draped provocatively over them. In all pics they had their grubby hands all over her, and in some she had her leg lifted up over their waists.

Lucky she wore panties, right?

My wife showed me these photos* on Sunday as I was driving, on her phone, thinking I'd see them anyway on Facebook. I didn't because the guy that posted them did so to their private BNG group page. I didn't get a good look (I was driving!) but I will later when I hack her Facebook*. I asked her if the guys all copped a good feel but she insisted the only person to put their hand down the scoop back of her dress was a woman. She didn't believe my wife was wearing panties, and wanted proof.

Anyway, back to the after party (I'm racing through this, honest!): we took 3 VIP booths, bought bottle service for each of them, and at no point did my wife dance with me. Other women danced with me but not my wife. I talked to as many drunk BNG'ers about their 1%'er problems as I could stand, but by 3am I was ready to go home. Ready to go home and fuck my gorgeous wife in her hot little dress.

As I said at the beginning, we had wild, drunken, raunchy sex. I did something new to her that I hadn't done before and she got off at least twice thrice. She was as horny as hell, having teased all those guys all night. My cock remained hard as rock throughout but I just could not get off. We've run out of time so I'll give you the full XXX version on Wednesday - after tomorrow's TMI Tuesday post. Sorry!

[*UPDATE: I hacked into my wife's Facebook and looked at the BNG Page (it's a closed group, so I can't see their posts from my own Facebook) and the photos of my wife draped over the other guys in her BNG pod are gone. They have been deleted, presumably because they were too raunchy (there has been some internal dissent within BNG over whether BNG is a Business Networking Group or a Boys Club Meet Market - these photos wouldn't have helped)]

(and don't look at the tags/labels below because spoilers!)

Sunday, July 24, 2016

This porno got me off (TPGMO) ~ #02

Two lesbian babes - one strap-on dildo
I very rarely watch porn and when I do it's usually 'vanilla' stuff.  I usually watch solo women masturbating (fingers and/or toys) rather than people fucking. But if I'm watching people fucking I tend to watch anal because it's just nastier - meaning I get the 'hit' quicker. I also enjoy 'real people' clips (not the same as 'amateurs', which is really just newbie pornstars starting out). Another favorite of mine is 'Lesbian' ie 'two girls' since I know full well they're not really lesbians.

Wait!  Where's the strap-on dildo?
Another genre I go to from time to time is Anime or 3D ie digital porn. That's how I happened upon this clip, which I thought was two babes fucking. I knew that most Anime or 3D digital porn is produced by the Japanese but what I'd forgotten was that they are into some real freaky shit. This clip involves women with very large breasts, but one of them not only has big tits and a wet pussy but... a big fucking dick to go with it!!

Nope! That is NOT a strap-on dildo!!
Yeah, that's right. Just as you're getting into it one of the women gets an erection and starts fucking the other! Like I said, freaky. Being an evolved male (and since the women were so obviously women) (albeit one of them had a COCK!) I went with it and kept watching. My brain managed to compartmentalise the cock ("no Nero, this is not gay, this is cultural - you are watching Japanese porn") and it was just like two women with a big dildo. Yeaahhh... that' Riiiight.

If the blond doesn't care, why should I?
Anyway, it was some crazy ass shit and something I'd never seen before so I just went with it and I got off. Not sure if I'd watch it again but since it worked once I'll probably give it another look at another time. Maybe the next time the novelty will have worn off, but it's some pretty freaky porn and 30million Japanese men can't be wrong, amiright?

Okay, now I care - that is waaay bigger than me! :(
UPDATE: I can't leave you without one more screen shot. While I have no idea what's really going on, I suspect there is an element of pandering to the 'closeted gay male' since in Japanese culture the homosexual community is (per capita) smaller than most Western nations. That would indicate a lot of gay men are suppressing their natural desires, so I'd speculate this is a safe way to for them to watch gay porn without 'technically' watching gay porn.

Attention closeted gay men: look at that asshole and those balls!
UPDATE #2: I forget to copy the link to the actual video and since it's been sitting in my 'drafts' folder for a month I now can't find the original clip on PornHub. I have however found another clip from the same film (albeit uploaded by someone else, hence no link to the one I originally watched). This clip is so so gay (unmistakably!) and I gather the genre is called 'Futanari' ie chicks with dicks, so gay men will presumably not be interested in it??? The original clip I watched was more gender fluid than the one I'm linking to ie it almost passed for one woman fucking another with a strap on. This linked clip is unmistakably one chick with a massive cock - if you want to watch it you can find it here.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

5 Reasons Why Straight Men Fear MFM Threesomes

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "One night during a few years ago, I found myself at a college house party, finally hooking up with an incredibly hot undergrad on the track team who I'd been flirting with for weeks. Only, his friend and teammate, was just as hot, and I wanted them both. "

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

5 Reasons Why Straight Men Fear MFM Threesomes

by Pervertically Virtuous
mfm threesomeOne night during a few years ago, I found myself at a college house party, finally hooking up with an incredibly hot undergrad on the track team who I'd been flirting with for weeks. Only, his friend and teammate, was just as hot, and I wanted them both. We all went up to Nate's room, but as soon as I started making out with his friend, he said "I can't do this. Not with another guy present." His friend was visibly disappointed. As he was leaving, he texted Nate: "You're missing out. Opportunities to double-team are rare."
And he was right. But not only because few women are up for it. Even with a willing female like myself, MFMs don't happen as often as you would think. Although few straight, single guys would think twice about a threesome with two girls, not many are eager to jump in bed with a girl and another guy. Why? I have a 5-reason theory.
Five Reasons Why Straight Men Fear MFM Threesomes
1. Homophobia
Most straight men in the U.S. are homophobic, even those who aren't. Before you start ripping into me about the recent Supreme Court decisions and that most (especially younger) Americans today support gay civil rights, let me point out that you'd be confusing homophobia for heterosexism. Heterosexism is an ideological system that denigrates and stigmatizes nonheterosexual behavior, identity, or lifestyle. By all indicators, heterosexism in the U.S. today is fast decreasing. Homophobia, on the other hand, is an irrational fear of homosexuality (which can result from living in a heterosexist society). And in my experience, the U.S. today is still a deeply homophobic society.
Due to pervasive heterosexism of the previous generations, homophobia has been internalized in today's men from a very early age. If you're not gay, then you do not, by any means, want to be perceived as such. Even liberal men feel uncomfortable being close to another male's naked body in a sexual context. The prospect of their own and the other guy's parts touching during a threesome - even if entirely unintentional - is terrifying, as if that act is going to magically turn them gay. This is not rational thinking; it's a strong, visceral, emotional reaction, often related to disgust. (A friend of mine - with a lot of MFM experiences under his belt - is still to this day mortified by the possibility of the other guy's cum ending up somewhere on his own body.) This deeply ingrained, irrational fear is the single most common reason to avoid MFMs that I hear from men.
My take: This is utterly ridiculous. Nudity is natural, even though America teaches you that it isn't. And being naked next to a man, your naked bodies touching, or even your cocks rubbing while I'm stuffing both of them in my mouth will not make you gay. Not even a little bit. I promise. What makes you gay is attraction to other men, a desire to have sex with them. If you don't have such attractions and desires, no worries, you are not and never will become gay. In that case, an MFM threesome is ALL ABOUT ME, you're both there to play with and please ME, not each other.
2. Fear of unbridled female sexuality
Men often like to fancy themselves (consciously or unconsciously) sexually more powerful, dominant, and experienced than women. And we live in a world that stokes that fancy by teaching us that women are not, and should not, be highly sexual, particularly outside the context of a long-term, monogamous relationship. In such a world, being faced with a woman whose sexual desire is so vast, so strong, so licentious that it cannot be satisfied by one man is intimidating at best, terrifying at worst. Such a woman presents a living, breathing, tangible proof of the seemingly impossible - female desire that is larger than male desire AND larger than men's ability to satisfy it. As such, she threatens to shatter men's idealized image of themselves as sexual powerhouses and destroy their sense of self.
Some men deal with this fear by denying the existence of such female desire (I often hear the "Oh come on, you don't think I can handle you on my own?"), some ascribe it to some sort of deep pathology and decide they don't want to get involved with someone crazy, and some outright admit they are petrified of it. NLikes of My Dissolute Life articulated this fear beautifully in a post explaining his lack of interest in gangbangs (which are just a more extreme version of the MFM threesome): "I find the quantum of desire (or willingness) of a woman participating in a gangbang to be more than a little terrifying. Like rather than the danger being of my [desire] destroying her, it might go the other way."
My take: I know it's hard to believe that a woman could have such desires, but trust me, we do exist, and many of us are not psychologically damaged. We just really love cock and (occasionally) like to be the center of the attention of more than one man. But just because I want two cocks to play with doesn't mean I think of you as any less of a man, or any less than me. I'm not comparing my desire with yours.
3. Anatomical and performance anxiety
In a world obsessed with penis size and satisfactory performance, often perceived as measures of one's masculinity, many men are concerned about their anatomy and abilities in the sack. An MFM places you in a position of direct comparison with the other guy, and intensifies those anxieties. In this sexual situation with particularly high stakes on masculinity, it's not only about "Am I big and good enough?" but also "What if the other guy is bigger and better than me?
My take: You really shouldn't worry about that too much. This is not a competition. Really. I'm not giving out points at the end. I'm fucking both of you, so I clearly want you both. Plus, I have two cocks to play with, so it's really OK if you're smaller than the other guy. Just relax and enjoy, and chances are, I will too.
4. Insecurity-driven selfishness/possessiveness
Men often like to believe they are the center of a woman's sexual universe. An MFM requires the woman to split her attention between two men, and that forces him to give up his fantasy as the king, the god, the most - and only - desirable man in the world for her. And many men's egos are not stable and secure enough to withstand such a challenge. Possessiveness is the extreme manifestation of this: "I don't want to share "my" woman with anyone". Interestingly, so many of these men wouldn't mind being the center of two women's attention. That's not only selfish, it's hypocritical.
My take: Being selfish is not very nice. And being nice to your sex partners is, well, nice. Especially if they've been nice to you (read: provided you with an FMF threesome). Being possessive is completely unacceptable. (Excluding the rare cases of voluntary D/s slavery), I am not your property and you do not own me. But if you simply can't handle the blow to your ego, it's OK, I understand, many people are weak. I hope you acknowledge your weakness and work on overcoming it.
5. Benevolent sexism
Some "nice" boys feel that MFMs are disrespectful to the woman. Once I asked a fuck-buddy if there were any other hot guys on his soccer team he would double-team me with. He said: "I couldn't do that to you. I like you, you're my friend!" Apparently, MFM is something you do to a random chick you don't care about. The girls you like, on the other hand, need to be protected from such offensive and disrespectful acts.
This is a perfect example of benevolent sexism - the view that women are fragile (read: weak), innocent little things that men should take care of, protect, and revere for their purity. Because such views are seemingly positive, this is a more insidious, and therefore more dangerous, form of sexism than the more overt hostile sexism - the one expressed as blatant negative attitudes and stereotypes about women (e.g., women are incompetent and inferior to men).
My take: This is the most patronizing and offensive bullshit to ever come out of someone who is actually trying to be nice to you. How dare you take away my agency (my role of an active, conscious, equal actor) in the sexual exchange? How dare you assume that you know better than I do what is best for me? How dare you treat me like an object that you perform a sexual act TO rather than a subject that you perform a sexual act WITH?!
Bottom line
I'm not saying that all men who don't want MFMs suffer from these fears or issues. I acknowledge there are men who simply have no desire for group sex or casual sex (which most threesomes are, at least for some of those involved) of any kind. But in over two decades of talking to hundreds of men about their sexual interests, I've encountered a remarkable number of men who are all too happy - if not desperate - to get into an FMF threesome, yet refuse to do an MFM. And their reasons for refusing have boiled down to one or more of these fears.
So, what to do about it?
Stop it!
I know 'Stop it' is easier said than done. Many of these fears touch upon deeply seated insecurities. They get at the very core of your sense of self and threaten to destroy it. These are powerful fears that may require years of work to overcome. But all of these are things that are holding you back from achieving your full potential, from becoming a better, more developed, secure, and enlightened human being. So I hope that next time you are lucky enough to get invited to an MFM, you will ask yourself what's holding you back. And then instead of running away from the scary and the uncomfortable, you will challenge yourself and try to push through the discomfort.
I can only hope that some of you are brave enough to try and overcome it. To try to build a strong and stable sense of self, secure enough to be able to celebrate my wanton desire, not feel threatened by it. It may be hard, but hey, a girl can dream.
Which fears are holding you back? Am I missing any? Please discuss!
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Pervertically Virtuous | July 25, 2013 at 12:20 am | Categories: Life According to PV | 

Friday, July 22, 2016

Thirsty Thursday Sex

In yesterday's post I mentioned that my wife and I missed our midweek sex date (as well as something else important!) 

At the beginning of June she agreed to 'schedule' sex twice a week (Wednesday's and once on the weekend) because she finally understood that our sexual frequency was below average and needed some work. It's been great, but six weeks later we've been falling into old routines. 

On Wednesday she was too tired, and went to bed early. And she did - she didn't stay up reading her dirty stories. So Wednesday was a bust. Thursday night was the same: she headed up to bed early, telling me she was still tired. I wasn't surprised, given that she has been burning the candle at both ends lately, what with all her meetings and social engagements. I gave her a hug and made a light comment about how we'd missed our Wednesday night sex date.

"Well, maybe you should come to bed early too then" she said, before walking up the stairs.

I gave her ten minutes then joined her upstairs. She smiled when I walked in, put down her iPad, and flung open her bedcovers - exposing her long legs and the nightie that only barely covered her pussy. 

I took the hint and dove straight in, kissing and nibbling her folds, before tonguing her hard. 

She liked that, she always does. Her back arched and she held my head firmly in place, as she ground her wet pussy against my face. She came quite quickly, so I paused for moment - wetting both fingers I slid them inside and resumed delicately licking her clit. My tongue was more gentle this time, swirling around her lips, up and down her slit, and over and around her clit. All the while my fingers worked inside her, until I felt her pussy squeeze.

"Quick!" she gasped, "fuck me now"

I got up on my knees, but didn't move forward.

"Get your vibe out" I said, "I want to see you cum really hard"

She hadn't used her toys in a very long time (that I knew of) and I was determined to ensure she had a really good orgasm. I've suggested it before, recently, and been spurned, but this time there was no rejection and she leaned over and pulled a vibe from her bedside drawer. She flipped it on and started working it up and over her clit. I lifted her legs higher and entered her easily. She was wet and ready. My strokes were steady and deep, and she was moaning and grunting as she held that vibe tight to her cunt.

Soon she was panting and telling me she was cumming - I told her I wasn't far behind!

And I wasn't. I pumped a few loads in her and it felt great. She was wet but tight, and her face was lit up like a Xmas tree. I have no idea what had turned her on in the first place, but whatever it was I'd done my job right then and there. She purred and gave me a big kiss, before rolling over and going to sleep. It occurred to me then that this had been a 'quickie'. Then I wondered to myself "it's Thursday night - was that the Wednesday sex or the Weekend sex?" 

I guess I'll find out this weekend!!

Thursday, July 21, 2016

My love of Lesbian Porn may get awkward...

Who doesn't love Lesbian porn?

Sure, they're usually not actual lesbians performing, just 'regular' porn actresses acting out what straight men think lesbians do, but it's a fun watch. A fun watch for me, since I'm a straight male who enjoys watching two women go at it.

It relieves me of any obligation to have to do anything to help those women get off. That, IMO, is why straight men like watching lesbian porn - they're too lazy to find out what women actually need in order to get off, so they just sit back and let some other women do it instead. Because women know what women like, right?

Lazy men!

Anyway, I may find it difficult to watch lesbian porn in the future since my 14 y.o. daughter has just announced to her mother (with instructions to tell her father) that she is 'not straight'. She is not saying she is a lesbian, but she is saying she likes girls, and currently has a girlfriend. She might in the future have a boyfriend, but right now she has a girlfriend. I guess that makes her bisexual?

And I'm okay with that, aside from worrying it may become icky when I watch lesbian porn in the future.

Actually, I've just realised I haven't watched any lesbian porn yet in the week since she told us (I haven't watched any porn) so maybe I should watch some soon to see what happens? Maybe later tonight? Since, you know, I didn't get any of our scheduled sex either last weekend or last night (Wednesday).

Oops. Ugh.

The 'scheduled sex' in the paragraph above refers to the agreement my wife and I came to in order to get back to a reasonable sexual frequency, not anything with my daughter. So, Ugh, again.

Hmmmmm, clearly I'm not going to be able to refer to my daughter in a sex blog without it getting confusing and icky so I'll stop now.

Some random thoughts when she came out:
  1. I don't care, I've lived with gay men and lesbian women, they're just regular folks
  2. I care in the sense that my daughter hasn't chosen the easiest path (not that it's 'a choice'). Despite our enlightened society there's still a lot of bigots who will make her life difficult, and who wants that for their kid?
  3. This could just be a phase - maybe sending her to a girls only school has made her confused?
  4. Maybe it's just a girl crush?
  5. How do we handle sleepovers now, now that we know her best friend is her girlfriend? They can't sleep in the same bed, right?
  6. Better she be into girls than boys - boys are so skeevy. I should know, I was one.
  7. I really don't care, honest.
That is all.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

“Farewell” Weekend: Slave-Boy Turns Dominant

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "This is a guest post by slave-boy, my former slave who is now a free man about to embark on a very interesting new life adventure. Things are coming to a close here in Unitown for me before moving to Europe. Naturally, I'd been hoping to go out with a ba"

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

"Farewell" Weekend: Slave-Boy Turns Dominant

by Pervertically Virtuous
DJing in Latex
This is a guest post by slave-boy, my former slave who is now a free man about to embark on a very interesting new life adventure.
Things are coming to a close here in Unitown for me before moving to Europe. Naturally, I'd been hoping to go out with a bang, indulging in my two passions to the fullest – DJ'ing and BDSM. Over the course of two nights of partying and sex, I can only hope I did my Mistress and former Owner proud with all the mischief I got up to.
Friday night I made my way to the party at one of the coolest co-op houses in Unitown, backpack full of latex and leather, big fetish boots clunking in a bag at my side, and a steadily growing excitement. I was just in time to set up the first DJ in the main room, then went up to my friend Karina's room on the second floor to get help changing into my suit. It was a "colors" themed party and I hoped to satisfy by dressing in all black. Every time, it seems to go more quickly. The latex feels softer, slicker. I know better how to deal with the bunched up parts. And I take extra care with the repaired spots on the arm-torso seam where a hole tragically appeared a few weeks ago. I straightened up at last and asked Karina if she would kindly zip me up. And I was sealed in once again underneath the beautiful (and only slightly too large) Neosteel collar. "Let's go party," she said. A solid bump of coke for us each and we were ready to go down and face the growing crowd.
Most of what happened until I started DJ'ing at 2 AM boiled down to walking around the space, being touched / photographed / admired / asked where I got the suit, and... meeting old friends. Most notably, a very well-muscled and even more drunk Tanner. This gorgeous black man with a huge cock was legendary to me because several years ago he'd fucked (DP-ed even) Her along with another (slightly less well-hung) black friend of theirs. Charming, adorable, and evidently spending a lot more time in the gym, Tanner started modeling and had been the object of some recent admiration / Facebook stalking on O/our part. He was with a roommate who, confronted with this completely fetished-out individual, toed the line between unease and bemusement. Tanner exclaimed when he saw me, his sweet R&B-tuned voice saying "I LOVE your suit! I'm so into this, did you know? I love the latex. Here, let me find these pictures, I dressed all in liquid latex. That's my stuff!" What a pleasant surprise. The greeting hug turned into a passionate, messy kiss right on the well-lit, open landing in front of everyone just coming in the door. I loved it. He showed me some Facebook pictures of himself with some black stuff smeared unevenly over his chest.
"I just.. this is too much," he said, rubbing my torso. I told him how hot he was, how good his muscles looked and felt. I tried to ask him what he was still doing there at Unitown, but we got distracted. He pulled me close to him and said we should go upstairs and... catch up. By this point I was expecting to start spinning within 15-20 minutes, and was also a bit coked up, so I told him I was very much willing, but it'd be best to wait until after. Besides, the whole point of going to a dance party is to stay to the end! This is something She and I agree on fundamentally.
However, he would not be dissuaded. He asked me to get him and his housemate up to the second floor (off-limits to non-residents) so they could use the bathroom. I chaperoned them up, still chatting with Tanner and telling him how much She admired his body as well. His eyes went wide and a kind of guilty smirk came over his face, childlike and charming. Scarcely had the girl closed the stall door in the unisex bathroom when he was reaching for my crotch and with an almost instinctive ease, unzipped my crotch and wiggled out my poor, shriveled cock and balls from the sweaty confines of the latex. I started to apologize that they were a little cramped in there, and that I was on coke, but he was already sucking and licking with gusto.
Wow. What a slut, just like me. He paused for a moment and seemed to come to his senses. He stood up, finger pressed to his mouth, anxiously glancing over at the girl's stall. I'm sure she had a perfect idea of what was going on. He asked again if we could just... go somewhere and catch up. I was very excited about all of this but my first duty was to the party. I told him, after another excellent cock-and-lube-flavored kiss, that I wanted to see him there when the party was over. Alas, that was the last I saw of him that night. I'll be meeting him again soon though, I've decided on it.
More parading around, a healthy dose of hash, and before I knew it, my turn on the decks had arrived. It was just like old times in college when I'd DJ at co-op houses like these sometimes twice or three times in a weekend, except of course for my latex suit. I wish I'd been as open back then given how resoundingly positive everyone's reactions have been. The DJ'ing itself went fine – good fun, people dancing solidly until 3:45 AM or so. Every now and then I'd realize that I was in the middle of an unusually good mix, using records I wouldn't normally have picked. Certainly a great feeling.
The only hitch, and it was a big one, was the heat. This was a crowded co-op house dining hall on a summer night, with mattresses over the windows to keep the noise from attracting police attention. I was pouring sweat about halfway into my set, despite my friends' valiant efforts bringing fans to keep me cool. I had a lucid moment of fear about heat exhaustion, and made the sad but necessary decision to peel off the upper half of the suit. Instant relief. It really did feel amazing while it was on, especially after the hash. THC is really a sensual, stimulating drug for me and I reflected, a little wistfully, on Her strong anti-weed feelings and how W/we had never played while I was under its influence. Oh well, it was her decision in any case, and I think being weed-free for a while did me a lot of good.
But I digress. Around the very end it was mostly just co-op house kids dancing in a big circle around someone with a light-up hula hoop. It was mesmerizing. I played one of my special, melodic atmospheric tracks to end things and went out onto the dancefloor to join them for a last few minutes. After the music stopped, Karina and I climbed upstairs to see who was still awake but none of our close friends were awake or available, so we prepared to get to bed.
Karina and I did a few BDSM sessions together - switching roles each time - while I was still Her slave (with Her permission, of course). But since She left, I'd had problems getting excited about doing BDSM things, with Karina or otherwise. I was less torn up about my tragic "liberation" from slavehood than before, but I still felt like my mojo was missing. More than ever I am sure that my place is at the feet of an Owner. Maybe this realization sapped my assertive / extroverted side. I'd met up with Karina, bag in hand, for the past few days but the toys had never ended up coming out. I was aware that she preferred bottoming, but I felt insecure about taking charge. I worried that we were stuck in the friend zone.
So it was with few expectations that I climbed into the communal shower with her after some half-hearted cuddling and touching on her bed. I was definitely still feeling good from the coke and hash, but the suit and gloves kept sticking to her and things didn't really lift off, even though I was decked out in my dream outfit. It felt a bit like we'd given up, just getting clean enough to pass out.
As soon as the water started running over my latex-covered body, however, things changed. The tight sliding of the latex over my skin started to have its effect, as well as her attraction to me. Almost without thinking I reached for her breasts with my black, shiny, slippery hands and started fondling them. I chewed on her nipples. I covered her nose and mouth while holding her arms behind her. And it felt good. Every now and then we'd kind of pause to wash a little more, but by now I was filled with lust.
Soon my slick, shiny fingers slipped into her pussy, as I either choked her, muffled her voice or pinched her nipple with the other hand. My mouth stayed on the other nipple, licking, biting and chewing. At some point I shoved fingers into her moaning throat until she started to choke, but I could tell she enjoyed it – her eyes rolled back, and her neck arched submissively upwards.
For her part, she'd occasionally grab my hair or run her nails over my scalp, especially as I tried going down on her briefly, but the positioning didn't work so well. Besides, I was feeling very dominant, more than I had in a long time. A great moment: I was slapping her clit while choking her, and getting little moans of pleasure out of her. She slipped slightly and bumped into the shower valve, turning all the water off, and for just a moment it became painfully obvious to the person showering next to us exactly what was going on.
I ended up staying in the suit. We went back to her bedroom and I wasted no time in cuffing her arms behind her back. After checking to make sure she was comfortable and willing, I zipped her into the heavy rebreathing hood, buckled a leather collar over it, and connected a D-ring on the back to her wrists with a short chain. I put a couple of pillows behind her to ease the strain on her arms, and after a bit of introductory teasing, left her sightless and helpless while I rummaged in her desk. With a metallic rattle that would send shivers of fear and anticipation when I was Hers, there it was in my hand – the Wartenburg wheel. I shook it near Karina's head to make sure she knew what was coming.
I savored the way her prone body looked. I gave her a taste of the wheel from one collar bone down between her breasts, a quick, shocking stimulation. I listened for the sharp gasp through the mask's breathing hole. I fondled one nipple and bit the other. I covered the hole of the hood with my hand and pressed the mouthpiece tight to her face. I let her feel it for a little while, as she sank into a submissive relaxation. Such a good girl. I put my finger deep into the hole and felt around for her eager sucking lips. Pushed it in enough to seal the opening, and just let her suck without air. I gave her pussy a loving slap or two. I could hardly wait to put the breathing bag onto her smooth, shiny face. An obscene, problematic organ attached to her, one she was helpless to remove. Inflating and deflating.
Here was this naked, masked girl in front of me completely at my mercy. I had to take a moment and remind myself that this was what she wanted, that she trusted me, and was having a great time. And that all I had to do was whatever I wanted to do. I basically had a carte blanche, which is a strange thing for a formerly-owned slave to contemplate having in his hands. I looked down at her and, amazingly, saw her now as an object to satisfy me sexually, nothing more. I felt no special responsibility to make her feel good beyond what I cared to. It was such an ego trip. I felt a vertiginous rush of power.
I took my time with the Wartenburg wheel. Over and over on her nipple. I dug my fingers into her armpits and mercilessly worked them around. I loved feeling her struggle and seeing the yelps and moans that came out of this toy filling the merciless rubber breathing bag. I kept pushing her head sideways so it would inflate properly and force more of her old air back into her lungs. When the mood struck me, I blocked off the small inlet and either tortured or stimulated her. My only concern was not to make her panic, which would force me to let her out. But she took it well. She was a good girl.
I slid down and gave her clit some special attention. I spread her lips wide with one shiny hand and firmly held the wheel against the poor little button of flesh. Slowly rolled back and forth. Tapped. Went up and down either labia. And took a break to lick, or hold her breath again. I was getting so horny with her at my mercy, I decided to do something very uncharacteristic for me – I rolled on a condom and, after hurting her with one hand and jerking myself to full hardness with the other, I slid inside her dripping pussy.
I grabbed her by the collar and held her head down firmly. I choked her, slapped her breasts violently. I held her breath. I made sure not to come too soon. I paced myself. I contended myself with just sliding steadily, holding her air closed. In and out her breaths came, growing quicker and shallower. In and out I slid and pumped and enjoyed this hot wet hole. Her breaths kept speeding up, growing ragged. I was sure she would ask for air soon, but she was taking it well and giving in to the sensations. I kept my fingers tight over the inlet. She seemed desperately short of breath, but still I didn't let up and finally I pumped into her for all I was worth and came, groaning, into her helpless shaking body. I was drenched in sweat under the suit but just lay there on top of her for a moment.
When I pulled the rebreather out of her perfectly round breathing orifice, I felt like I was giving her her reward – fresh air, life. She sucked in big greedy gulps of air. I didn't know whether she had come or not. Maybe she did. I know that she probably had a great time, but for once, I didn't care. She was mine for those few minutes, and I had used her to my satisfaction.
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Pervertically Virtuous | July 20, 2013 at 10:55 am | Tags: blowjob, breathplay, latex, rebreathing, slaveboy | Categories: BDSM, Sex Stories |