We Agree – Just Come Do Me

Doesn’t have to be complicated,
Does it? Maybe we should just do it?
Don’t you ever want it angry, hard?
Banging and coming, rampaging.

Come here then, knock on my door
Put your hand around it, beg for it.
Show me your breasts, to say yes,
I’ll do you like you wanted, promise.

Tell me: Just horny Curiosity About You


Results

Currently Horny super horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? This blog gives me more Orgasms than hubby
Ask me something personal and sexy how thick is your cock? big balls?

Sinner Saint answer: come over and show me your tits and see for yourself

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Description of what you do and how you get a girl to climax
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Currently Horny i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? i masturbate almost everyday after work before boyfriend gets home
Ask me something personal and sexy what is something unusual that really turns you on?

Sinner Saint answer:  hairy bush

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about describe a fav sexual fantasy in detail
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Currently Horny super horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? Everyone thinks i am so good but i have frequent rape fantasy about large men cumming in me in every hole.
Ask me something personal and sexy what would you want to do to me if you could do any sex act:

Sinner Saint answer: anal, duh

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about seduction
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Currently Horny yes horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? we’ve had sex and u have no idea I found your blog. married now & not nearby but think about u. hint – fashion
Ask me something personal and sexy are you painting?

Sinner Saint Answer: no, who is this?

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about waiting for you to talk about our adventure
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Currently Horny i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? I got Dare and the part where the girl is on your lap then ran off too shy to say anything… that’s been my “go to” for several weeks.

Sinner Saint Answer: Have a few more stories to tell about May, everything that girl does fascinates me.

Ask me something personal and sexy did you ever have sex with or see Paula again?( if she is a real person )

Sinner Saint: she’s very real. I saw her again and the details are in dare 2. short answer,  I was dating Morgan after Dare one, Paula and husband were having issues and she stayed with us for a while. As you can probably guess, not a good idea, but a good story.

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Any followups on what is going on with the friends in dare would be interesting.
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Currently Horny yes horny
Tell me something personal and sexy? When I wear skirts to work I totally tell when boss is looking to see between my legs and I like it
Ask me something personal and sexy Do you like to see up a girls skirt? What panties would you want me to be wearing if you saw up mine?

Sinner Saint: Who wouldn’t like such a sight. Wouldn’t like to get caught doing it like your boss. sheer white panties would be good.

(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Ever see or try to see up a girls skirt at work?

Sinner Saint:  had a co-worker/cubical-mate who liked to show me what panties she was wearing – would pull her skirt up and tell me to take a look.

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Currently Horny? i need to come before I go crazy
Tell me something personal and sexy? I am really bored and dying for some excitement. Playing with myself this much is getting ridiculous.
Ask me something personal and sexy Don’t want to be too unfaithful but can you suggest something that would be stimulating?Sinner Saint Answer: Go grocery shopping without a bra. Get a message and wear nothing. Layout and sunbathe nude in your backyard, Go to https://naughtypolls.com and answer naughty poll questions. Come let me interview you topless. Go to a sex shop and have the person working there show you all of the toys and vibrators. Go to a strip club during the day and get a lap dance. Get this clone a willy kit make a vibrator with your husband that looks just like his dick. Go to a health club and sit in the sauna or steam room in your underwear. Go buy some black thong panties. Read by book Dare before Dare 2 comes out and tell me your favorite part. Get on tinder and have a drink with someone and wear your new panties, kiss him and then leave. Hire a masseur off Craig’s list to come to your house and give you a massage.
(optional) Story, topic or Anything else you’d like to read a post about Have you known any bored wives or girlfriends? what did they do?

Sinner Saint: If not for bored wives and girlfriends I’d probably be celibate. But, yea, I’ll write about some.

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How to fuck girls: advice I’d have given a younger brother had I ever had one.

  1. The longer you wait to even kiss her, the more likely she’ll let you do anything.
  2. When you don’t know what to be, don’t be what you think she wants you to be, just be honest.
  3. Forget and ignore any sex scene you’ve seen or see in any movie . All fake, and not how you fuck.
  4. You must be able to last fifteen – twenty minutes, see me for training curriculum if necessary.
  5. If you want to be her best shopping friend, fuck her sensuously and passionately.
  6. If You want to make her come, fuck her hard and relentlessly.
  7. it’s communication and giving. You can kiss her cheek honestly or fail, drill her pussy like a masturbation accessory. You fake it – you lose.
  8. If she can’t come – it’s you, not her. Work it out, figure it out, or kiss her goodbye. fuck her like it’s life or death, because it is.
  9. Don’t talk about it. No, not even your best friends or fraternity buds. You reduce you and her if you do. If it’s worth mentioning, let her do so. Yes, you’ll compound your options by keeping exploits to yourself, but much more importantly, you’ll not be a stupid dick. understand?
  10. For the first round, money wins no matter how you fuck, so focus on that until you’re married. Period.

 

 

Weekend of my life part 7: Friendship, big tits, sex, tiny cocks and relocation.

Wait – the story started here with…

Part one: One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

and then it continued on to …

Part Two: Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush,

and …

Part Three: Anal and More Anal

and …

Part Four: Weekend in the life: Sheryl comes and goes, stage is set

and …

Part Five: Weekend in the life: There is Calm Before the Debauchery.

and

Part Six: A Weekend in the Life Part 6: But First a fight

and then here to …

 

I had a few hours to kill and couldn’t go back to my apartment, so I went to the 90 where I chatted with the bartender who supposedly dated Robert Downey Jr while he was filming Less Than Zero. I was a beer and two tequila shots more drunk an hour later  by the time I returned to my apartment complex. Still no word from campus housing, so I wondered the complex – and found a door open on the second floor – there were two girls inside – drinking and hanging out. Gerty and Megan would remain sporadic acquaintances for the remainder of the year.

Gerty and Megan were very friendly – they greeted my drunken introduction (intrusion) with forgiveness. Their kindness and enthusiasm made up for any lack of attractiveness. Gerty was fairly heavy set with enormous breasts and Megan was short, just a little bit overweight with small breasts. The first thing I said after saying hello and telling the girls I lived in the same complex one floor above them, was “we should all three go make out in one of your beds.”

“We have to use Megan’s, mine has laundry on it,” Gerty said.

I guess the suggestion was too bold for them not to call my bluff. We’d barely been in the bed five minutes – only enough time for me to get tongues going with Megan and feel both Gerty’s huge tits, when another guy showed up and the girls jumped out of bed.

I’m sure it was obvious that the three of us were up to something naughty, but the situation wasn’t clear enough for Gerty’s boyfriend to drop the politeness of introductions. I shook the boyfriend’s hand and exchanged pleasantries for a minute or two before getting the hell out of there. I was horny as fuck.

I checked down at the office and they had found three student housing possibilities. I went by Natalia who wanted to come look at the apartments with me and crept into my room to tell my roommate, who’d returned from his girlfriend’s, what was happening. On my way out I noticed my voice operated Walkman/tape I’d set on nightstand. I bought it to record class lectures but only used it to record my sleep talking. I remembered I’d turned on the VOR before Sheryl came up – realized It probably recorded our sex that morning. I grabbed the tape recorder and joined Natalia waiting outside.

The first two rooms were definite no-goes, and the third was a large, one bedroom with only one occupant. -The student living there was gone and Natalia and I hung out for a while and inspected the place. Natalia looked in every drawer and cupboard until she found some preparation-H in the bathroom.

“So, what happened,” Natalia asked, “I mean I knew there was tension between you all, but…”

“What was it you had to tell me – you said I was going to die when I heard?” I asked.

Natalia made me swear not to say anything, then told me that my roommate Branton, the one who’d attacked me, slept with her roommate Jenny the night before after the four had dinner.

“Jenny said he had a tiny penis,” Natalia said.

“What, Branton had sex with Jenny and she said he had a small dick?” I asked.

“Like, tiny, that’s what she said,” Natalia replied.

I didn’t respect Jenni much for sharing such personal information, but given it was Branton – given the circumstance, it was enjoyable to hear – the information explained Branton’s cockiness and over-aggression.

“And, I’m so bad telling this, he lasted like a minute she said.”

“Well, I woke him up this morning having sex with Sheryl, no wonder it bothered him so much.”

“Did you two make that much noise?”

I told Natalia I actually had it recorded on tape.

“No way, you didn’t?”

“I had to.”

“How loud were you, let’s hear, or actually, do I even want to hear this?” Natalia asked.

“You probably don’t, I’m going to erase it.”

“Okay, now I’m curious, play it let’s hear.”

“I should just erase it, it’s bad I recorded,” I said.

“Oh come on, now you’ve dangled the carrot – just play it and then erase it.”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll let you hear,” I said.

“Duncan…you’re drunk. We’re friends, we can’t be doing that.”

“Jeff (my roommate) said you let him massage your tits.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe he told you that. We were drunk and was giving me a massage – he had his hand on them – over my shirt – for like five seconds before I told him to keep his hands on my shoulders.”

“So you’re more comfortable with him?”

“I didn’t say that,” Natalia said. “I’m not into being another name on your list – I’ve got some self respect.”

“My list? What list?”

“Please, it’s me you’re talking to”

“No.”

“You going to play me the tape or shall we go?”

I played Natalia the tape. She listened silently while responding with facial expressions – mouth open, eyes open, hand over mouth, lots of laughter, etc.

“What in the fuck were you doing to her?”

“Nothing, I mean, normal stuff – she’s really vocal.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this was this morning.”

I stopped the playback.

“Damn, how long does it go?” Natalia asked?

“That was about half of it. I’m such an ass for talking her into coming.”

“Sounds like she’s getting her money’s worth.”

“She’s got a boyfriend.”

“She knew what she was doing.”

“You think?”

“Obviously, she knew you were drunk. She didn’t have to come.”

“Hmm.”

“Trust me, she knew what she was doing. Not that you weren’t stupid for inviting her out when you didn’t want her to be here, but..”

“Yea, I know It was stupid, “ I said.

“But.. obviously she knew what was up – and got what she came for.”

“You think?”

“Jesus, really? From what it sounds like she had more orgasms than I’ve had all semester.” Natalia said. “No wonder Branton was pissed – I can only imagine him waking up hearing that. I seriously heard nothing last night – had no idea he and Jenny hooked up until she told me this morning.”

“Did she come?”

“I didn’t ask. I assume that her telling me he was tiny and lasted a minute meant she didn’t, but ..”

“Wow, who’d have thought. You think she’s telling the truth?”

“Why would she lie?”

“I don’t know, if he blew her off?”

“Let’s hear the the rest of this tape,” Natalia asked.

“Why?”

“No reason, you don’t wish to share, that’s fine.”

“Do you want to hear the rest or not?”

“I just said let’s hear it, Jesus.”

So I played her the rest of the tape.

“Oh, you’re enormous she says. Jesus, could this girl stroke your ego any more?”

“Could you spare me the commentary?”

“No, I can’t. What, you’re really going to do her ass now?” Natalia went on.

“Heard enough?”

“No, this is interesting, let it go.”

I was horny and Natalia had teased me like this dozens of times that semester.

“Kiss me, or show me your tits, and I’ll let you hear the rest. Only fair.” I said.

“You’re drunk, you’re going to be really embarrassed tomorrow when I remind you that you said this, we can go – you should take this place, it’s the best one. ”

“You know I loves you though, Mr. ‘humongous’ friend. – you’re never going to live that one down. Lots of insights today,” Natalia laughed.

“Shut up,” I said.

“You know you love it.”

“Not.

Once again Natalia managed to feed her horny feelings and deny me. Her tight jeans, large, interrupting tits, cute Italian face and sexual banter gave way to nothing.

We left apartment option three – I went back to the office to tell them I’d take it and Natalia went back to her place to call and wish her dad happy birthday. When I returned to my new apartment, the roommate had still  not returned. I inferred that he was gone for the weekend. I was buzzed and horny – on a mission – and drunk dialed  my new friends Gerty and Megan – I have no two day rule: barely have an hour rule. Gerty’s boyfriend was still there – he lived there – but Megan agreed to come see my new place.

Megan seemed excited to be there and I was excited to have a new fan.

I told Megan about my day – and about how it was too bad her and her roommate and I were interrupted earlier. She told me that her roommate isn’t that into her boyfriend but it was his apartment – otherwise she’d have to live way off campus.

“I have something to tell you too,” She said. “Or, show you.”

Megan took off her shoes and socks – and showed me her webbed feet.

I can’t say I was turned on by the web feet – but I was fascinated and a little turned on by how attracted to me Megan seemed. We could have done anything. We kissed and felt each other out. I pulled her shirt and bra up – kissed her little nipples. I pulled her tight jeans down and she was wearing light blue cotton panties. We kissed and made out for a while, then I knelt up and rubbed her clit and fingered her until she came. We talked about her web feet… we talked about her dreams of becoming an agent for costume designers, then she left. I didn’t go with her – was semi-hard and horny from the encounter. We’d hookup again.

I called Natalia and asked her to come back over to my new apartment and help me settle in. When she arrived, after we drank a white Russian with shared a clove cigarette, I told her about Gerty and Megan. She was very amused by the web feet – said of the day, I’d have to write about it some day.

“I really wanted to see Gerty’s tits – but her boyfriend came home.”

“Of course you did. Were her tits better or bigger than mine?” Natalia asked.

This was Natalia being a tease again. What the hell.

“You’re hotter but her tits are bigger and less impossible to touch or see.”

“You saw them?”  Natalie asked.

“No, but I might ave had her boyfriend not come home.”

“Why do you talk about sex and tease me to death, if you just want to be friends?” I asked.

“ I don’t tease you,” Natalia said before thinking it over, “do I?”

“You’ve got to be joking, you tease the hell out of me.”

“Really? I’m sorry, we’re buds – thought it was okay to talk about stuff, I’m sorry.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know you do.”

“Do I?”

“You let Jeff touch your tits”

“You let Aqua-girl touch your dick.”

“Barely.”

“Well, I barely let Jeff.”

“Okay, this is stupid, never-mind.”

“Alright, here, feel my tits so we can get over the Jeff thing,” Natalia said as she pressed her tits out in front of me.

I didn’t hesitate for discussion, and put a hand on each. They were were real, and firm and big. I searched with my fingers for nipple but her bra was too heavy duty or her nipples too small or quiet. I was aggressive – talking as much advantage as I could  before she stopped me. Natalia looked up at me with her deep brown eyes, into my eyes, and didn’t stop me. So I didn’t stop.

I felt her tits – with no kisses, while she looked right into me. Despite her industrial monster bra, her nipples responded, I could faintly feel them.

“I have to see,” I said as I pulled her shirt up. Her bra was too tight to pull it up, so I  pulled a cup down over her right nipple, quickly before she could think about it and stop me. I was awestruck.

Natalia’s bra had been hiding a ton of everything. What emerged as I pulled down, was a large thimble of a nipple, a deep, charcoal red aureola about two inches wide – shaded with little goosebumps. Without question the biggest, hardest, nipple and most distinctive breast I’d ever seen.

“Happy now, that’s more than Jeff got to see.”

“It’s amazing.”

“Lol, It’s a boob.”

“It’s an amazing boob.”

I stared at it and she humored me – held her bra down for a minute while I looked.

“Please don’t tell Jeff about this, then he’ll be asking to see my boob.”

“I won’t.”

“So, now I get to see your ‘humongous’ dick,” Natalie said as she made quotes with her hands. “I’m kidding.”

I unbuttoned my jeans, as Natalia covered her eyes with her hand.

“Oh my god, I was teasing, you’re not…”

I took it out over my boxers. I wasn’t hard but turned on so my cock was as large as it gets flaccid.

“Well that’s gonna be hard to un-see.”

“Ditto.”

“Oh, want to know another secret regarding my roommate Jenny?”

“Besides how small she thinks my ex-housemates cock is?”

“She’s got a total crush on you, like huge – She’d be all over it.”

“Yea, no thanks,  she might go tell everyone about my small dick.”

“She’d be lying.”

“She may be lying.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think so.”

Damn it. Was Natalia gay, or made of ice or just not attracted to me? We left my place to hers; I had to get stuff from my old room and had to do something about my state of hornyness. Perhaps if Natalia had been as drunk, something more would’ve happened? I couldn’t get over her willpower – or disinterest.

I was avoiding going into my old apartment to get my stuff – so put it off next door in Natalia’s – drinking the wine her roommate and big-sis were opening. Natalia wasn’t the conventional or sorority type, but her roommate Jenny was all about it – a devoted Theta pledge, maybe the only non-blond of the lot, but just as good looking.

Natalia – whether a martian, lesbian, or totally disinterested in me, worked it for me getting with Jenny. I wanted Natalia, but Jenny would be a consolation better than most first places.  Jenny was about five foot eight, skin and bones but her breasts were as large as Natalia’s and her ass was present – tight like a tennis player’s. Jenny had a dark tan – likely fake – long gorgeous legs, and long brown hair to match her clean, innocent-wanting to be naughty-innocent brown eyes. She had everything except for Natalia’s personality.

“Full disclosure, Duncan saw my boobs and I saw his cock.”

“What?” Jenny said.

“What?” I thought.

“Just want to get that out there so it ain’t weird, carry on.” Natalia said.

“You’re drunk. ?” Jenny said.

“Probably sort of drunk, yes.”

“Okay, well, I hope that was enlightening for you both,” Jenny said.

“Nah, not really.” Natalie said.

“You are drunk,” Jenny answered.

Jenny’s big sis chimed in and said, “Ouch! well, alcoholic can cause shrinkage, right?”

“I told him about Branton Jenny, I’m sorry,” Natalia said “I thought Duncan needed to know since Branton tried to throw him through a wall. “

“Please Duncan, don’t say anything. I can’t believe he attacked you – so uncool.”

“Yea, very uncool. Apparently he’s got issues, whatever, I’m out of there. Funny, thought, tough guy’s not so big?”

“Tiny, not small like a small dick but tiny like a life saver roll. But, I shouldn’t have said anything so this is between us here.”

“So are you two going to be an item now, or?”

Branton was an SAE – so it would make sense for him and a Theta to date.

“We won’t be dating, no, enough said.” Jenny said.

I doubt Branton would date her either – whatever his dick size, so the score was even.

Jenny’s big sister left soon after – and I hooked up with her a couple weeks later – another story. Natalia, Jenny and I had a couple Jello shots they had left over from whatever party, and soon after Natalia went to the bathroom – and never came back.

 

We just started kissing – Jenny and I – no reason or expectation, she was next to me and the next minute we were kissing.

“I’m drunk,” I said.

“I know you are.”

“I’ve had a crazy day.”

“I can tell.”

I felt Jenny’s ass and could feel the lines of her panties underneath her thin shorts. They were sophisticated and sexy – low rise panties that didn’t cover her full ass crack, silky, tight against her hips. Everything on Jenny was expensive and stylish, her body was nearly perfect, but her breasts were great and had nothing on Natalia’s.

 

Part Three – Anal and More Anal

Wait – the story started here with…

Part one: One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

and then it continued on to …

Part Two: Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush,

and then here to …


Part Three

“I’ll get over it,” I said. “But, really, you probably should just go – if you’re feeling that bad about being here.”

“I’ve already come.. I’ll go if you want but I’d rather stay now that I’m here? I really am sorry, what can I do to redeem myself?”

“What will you do?”

“Name it. Forgive me and let’s have a good time… tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“Okay, how about anal sex right now?”

“What? I’ve never done that.”

“So, no?”

“If you forget my little faux pas  and all will be cool, okay.”

“No way, You have too had anal sex? You’re lying,” I said. I was just confirming – I actually believed it was true, because I hadn’t had anal sex.

Well, I hadn’t had it per se. I got my head inside my High school girlfriend once and then she made me stop. After that it became a big desire. The times when I didn’t come when she came, which wasn’t often – one of the few situations where my high school girlfriend showed vulnerability and let go of control – was while coming. That was hot and usually set me off two. But when I could hold through, when possible, I’d pull out and rub my tip on her ass while I came on it.

My next girlfriend was waiting until marriage, so I enjoyed this type of ending often. She like to lay on her stomach with a toy while I came on her ass – never let me in there. I’d had a few years of ass teasing – only – so ass from Sheryl was over payment for her slip up.

“Swear to god, NEVER!”

“So you will?”

“We can try, no promises. It’s an adjustment to take you normally, seriously not sure.”

“Okay, fair deal,” I said. I was quickly getting back hard as soon as I realized the ass might be happening.

I was fully hard by the time I was back from rummaging around my room for something lubricant like – I found some lip balm is all.

My roommates were up and about – TV on – making noise outside the room. They were just decent enough of people to not confront me while I had company – but I knew there’d be an issue later. I’d wanted anal for years and was about to get it – so fuck the persnickety roommates.

“Jesus, you’re enormous,” she said as I sat next to her on my bed.”

“Um, you’ve seen me before – we just had sex ten minutes ago.”

“I’ve never seen you before you were about to put it in my ass.”

“Good point. Sit down on me.”

“You owe me a fabulous fucking weekend dude.”

We started with her sitting down on my lap – while I sat on the bed – she had nothing to hold onto so we went to my desk. held onto the shelves –  turned on my desk light. My desk was right next to the door and just on the other side we listened to kitchen dishes clank, cupboards thumb – roommates were being louder on purpose – such bitches.

It seemed forever getting things going – she would sit down a little bit and then say “wait,” then try a bit more. If you’d done anal – you know the drill. My cock was at its penultimate hardness.

I was in her pretty good – she was over me – halfway or more – and we sat there in a holding pattern. She was quiet – I wasn’t sure where things would go from there but I was loving just sitting there – in her ass. A few of my roommate’s friends showed up – now there were at least four outside the door.

I would have been happy staying frozen with her all day like we were – her ass clenching around me was enough to keep me there – so I sat there and hoped only she’d not pull off me.

“You feel how hard you make me? Want to stop? Are we good?”

“Yes, as long as we stay still – it’s not hurting now. This is about the best I can do – not sure what you had in mind,  but..”

“This is fine – amazing actually, can we do this all day?”

“You like this?”

“Do you feel how hard I am? I am dizzy over this. Are you good?”

“Yes, feeling better. You deirginized my ass – how about  that? “

“I’m happy about it.”

“Naughty, huh? Your totally in my ass right now – kinda turning me on.”

I thanked god. Didn’t’ figure Sheryl or anyone would go too long with anything shoved up their ass if they weren’t turned on.

“She moved up and down a few times – tiny little bit.

“You want to stop?”

“No, just be still.”

Worked for me.Didn’t know if she’d get off on the activity like I was.

Oh my god the feel of her ass – no idea if the intermittent squeezes – contractions – were involuntary or her experimenting,

I started talking in her ear and reaching under her leg to rub her clit –

Then a roommate knocks on my door – obnoxiously – “Duncan – can you move your car?”’

We had four spots but two lanes.

“Can you just move it,” I said.

“You key’s aren’t in the bin.”

Fuck. my keys were on my night stand.

“Can we resume this position?”

“Yes, I need to use your bathroom first.”

I grabbed the keys  and Sheryl threw on my robe. – handed the keys to him as Sheryl ran out to the bathroom directly across the hall. I was rock hard – didn’t give a fuck. Roommate paused for a moment – deciding whether to be a dick and make me move the car.

So, I wait back in my room.

“Nice guy,” Sheryl said as she came back in.

“He’s not my biggest fan.”

“You’re still hard.”

“True.”

Sort of awkward silence ensued.

“I love your dick.”

“I love your ass.”

“It’s a bit much for my ass.”

“Okay, so you don’t want to resume where we left off? Thank you for doing it.”

“You can put it back in – but if you want to bang me – it can’t be there.”

“That’s fine just being in there.”

“Naughty boy.”

We ended up where we left off. I got her wet with the  wetness of her pussy this time. Maybe a bit deeper this time. We didn’t move much – and just started talking.

I think she was ½ turned on by how into it I was – and have amused or curious about the situation – whatever her reasons – she began to enjoy the engagement

“You going to just keep your cock in my ass all day?”

“I think so, yes.”

“You’re crazy. I’m crazy.”

And now you may read on to…

Part four: Weekend in the life: Sheryl comes and goes, stage is set

Isn’t this an erotica blog – what’s with the love poems, where’s the sex? Here it is.

Sex isn’t sexy if there’s just sex and not some other parts of life – perhaps tamer parts for the explicit to interrupt.

Most of my explicit content and erotic stories I save for publishing in the volumes of The Sinner Saint Diary books. I have decided to share some stories on the blog as well – mainly smaller, one offs that don’t really fit into any of the stories chosen for publishing.

Content warning: if you read this blog just for the “philosophical” content and have aversions to sexually explicit stories, click here to read Nineteen Things I’ve Learned About It..

One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

After a Friday night of partying at a friends fraternity I woke up early to a phone call – it pierced like a shotgun blast through into a near death hangover.

“Hi, Duncan?”

“Yes?”

“I’m hear downstairs – can you buzz me in?”

Fuck! Apparently I’d talked Sheryl into flying out – from Arizona to California. Thanks to the alcohol and half dozen lines, I had no memory of talking her into flying out for the weekend. Knowing myself, it wasn’t hard to guess what was happening.

“Hold on.”

Luckily my roommate had spent the night at his girlfriend’s – as usual. I tried to keep quiet for the two sleeping in the apartment’s other bedroom.

As soon as Sheryl got to my room she started in – removed my robe – kissed and grabbed. This was good – I didn’t have to pretend to remembered inviting her and act happy to see her.

It was around 9am – very early by college “apartment-dorm” standards on a Saturday. This was a problem – Sheryl was wanting to fuck. Fucking wasn’t the problem – the fact that she was the loudest girl i had ever been with was.

I met Sheryl at a summer job while home for the summer. She was a thin, tall, bleach blond sorority girl – dressed expensively and groomed meticulously – tried hard to be materialistic and Greek-cliche, but underneath she was shy, kind and really working hard to fit in with a shallower, more self assured crowd.

Sheryl was wearing a dressy skirt and blouse – can’t remember ever seeing her in anything other than a skirt. Her panties were always slinky and sexy – not sure if that was for seeing me or everyday. She had long legs and small perky tits with pronounced nipples longer than pencil erasers. Sheryl was skin-and-bones thin so the small breasts and assertive nipples harmonize beautifully and sufficiently with the rest of her. Her hair was the best – perfectly healthy and straight – long to the middle of her back. She was a natural blond – and by the fullness of her bush – proud of it.

So, Sheryl had gotten on a plane, flown to LAX (Los Angeles airport), taken a Super Shorty five minutes to my place and was dressed to the nines with full makeup – all by 9am… if that wasn’t reason enough to cooperate, her hand reaching down my shorts and fondling my dick was. Or, the hangover hornyness was. Do you get that? Do girls get hungover horny?

For a guy, hungover hornyness is when you wake up semi-hard, still a little drunk from the night before, feeling too brain dead to think, but ready to do anything pleasurable – to ride out the buzz residue and stave off the fully lucid and painful waves of recovery. Hungover sex – better than bacon.

Anyway, I’d only slept with Sheryl a couple times. Once in a hotel and once in my parents/family house while nobody was home. The time in the hotel I stopped much sooner than I would have – was sure there would be complaints if we continued. Very orgasmic girl – she’d come right away and keep coming – and keep vocalizing and moaning loud. It would have been unacceptable if it hadn’t been natural and sincere – if not for Sheryl being shy, appropriate and so prudent otherwise.

And now you may read on to…

Part Two: Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush,

Cheating 9: Considering Special Features in Defense of Sexual Infidelity

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There we were in Jenny’s backyard gazebo Jacuzzi. Her husband had been in France for over a month – supposedly he was visiting family. A few days before he left they had another big fight and he gave her a black eye. The black eye had almost gone away and I was at jenny’s house getting instructions. She was leaving for Europe to join her husband the next morning, and asked me dog and house sit for a month or so. It helped me too. I needed a place to stay while I looked for a new, more permanent cribtuation.

We were enjoying Jenny’s Jacuzzi one last time before she showed me how to drain it. Our shoulders were touching, my hand was resting on her leg and she had an elbow resting on mine –  she gave my knee a friendly squeeze. I wasn’t going to go any further without her making  a move. Soon her hand found my crotch and I responded – started kissing her. Before we were done with it all – she told me that she hadn’t had sex in a year – with her obese and abusive, albeit rich husband. Jenny was beautiful and had a promising modeling career before a near fatal car accident (courtesy of her previous boyfriend) put her in a coma for weeks and changed the course of her life. Her husband had let himself go – weighed around 300lbs – which isn’t a good weight for a short man who’s an asshole.


Intro
I’ve been planning on posting some arguments in support of infidelity to keep the discussion balanced. Due to feedback from a few readers – that the series has been too harsh or negative about infidelity and those involved in it, I’ve decided that now is the time to begin some cheating-positive posting.

I will keep the confidence of those who shared their thoughts in private – you know who you are and I immensely appreciate your input. I was relieved to hear the feedback – I’ve actually been concerned that this series has not been severe enough – that I’ve been normalizing cheating too much. I’ll probably get readers shaming me for “my glorification” of  cheating after this post, and I’ll be happy to listen to those concerns too.

There are times when infidelity is understandable – where cheating is justified. There are some who’d argue that sleeping with whomever you wish, whenever you want, is always justified. As we’ve discussed throughout the series, more times than not the answer is grey and fuzzy – cheating is often not clearly wrong and not exactly right; however, some cases seem much more understandable than others. Opportunity and special circumstances are among a handful of features that change the equation. And, more abstractly, unique predispositions for monogamy should not be discounted.

Opportunity
Suppose you were Brad Pitt or Emilia Clarke who plays Daenerys Targaryen in the Game of Thrones.

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These two have got hella opportunity; in fact, we could argue that they can practically, and literally, sleep with anyone they wish. Also, because of their profession, they have frequent contact with other extremely attractive people – often while away from home – outside their home countries even.

If I was working with Daenerys Targaryen in some far away country, and one evening after the day’s shooting she came to my trailer and said, “Duncan, do you want to grab a drink and then have really nasty sex in my presidential suite at the Ritz Carlton?” I don’t care how perfect of marriage I had with Jennifer Lopez, I’d sign up for miss Targaryen’s offer and worry about the consequences and moral issues later.

Isn’t there at least one person in the world that you’d betray  your marriage for – especially if the opportunity fell in your lap? I suspect that those who answer no, are probably not having much sex with their partner – probably not interested in sex with anybody.

Few of us have the beauty, job, fame and wealth of those mentioned, but if we have such blessings to a larger degree than the norm – or by some other factor have more than the usual access to highly desirable people, should some extra understanding be afforded – judgement suspended?

Special Circumstances
I opened this post with a story about a friend who cheated on her husband. There were several factors that in combination gave Jenny what I think should be a “special circumstances” exception. Jenny’s husband was physically and emotionally abusive, obese, gone half the time and hadn’t fucked her in over a year. But, Jenny had a young daughter, social standing and financial security. It may be easy for some to blame her for not getting a divorce instead of cheating – they should try going from wealthy to poor, moving into a tiny apartment, disrupting a child’s life and losing half their circle of friends. In certain circumstances, infidelity is practically essential and not so immoral.

Predisposition
Some do not find satisfaction in monogamy. Some argue that most of us have a predisposition for polyamory. When did we begin having monogamous relationships? Was it due to religion, or did we evolve towards monogamy for some  reason more intrinsic or instinctual? If monogamy is a social construct, did some of us evolve into it or have we all been socialized against our instincts?

Only 5% of the 4,000 or so mammal species stick with just one mate. The leading theory is “that males began balancing the need to spread their gene pool against the need to protect their young from being killed by other non-related males.” [Time magazine: What Drove Man to Monogamy: It Wasn’t Love]

If such evolution-logic ever applied, it doesn’t seem relevant today. In more modern times, there may have been other advantages to monogamy – perhaps it has increased the probability that our children succeeded and became able to find a healthy mate, procreate; these days, at least in western culture, even the educated, successful and monogamous couples are reproducing in much smaller numbers than those who are not restricting themselves to a traditional nuclear family arrangement. Perhaps monogamy has put certain types of people on a path to extinction?

If we’re not ready to condemn monogamy as completely antithetical to survival, should society at least be more accommodating of polyamorous inclinations or lifestyle choices? In western culture, we’ve reached an age that celebrates individual choices and defends minority dispositions. We accept – even fight to protect, alternative sexual preferences: gay, bisexual, and others. We even appreciate a person’s gender inclinations, and frown upon those who’d deny a person the gender identity they feel most comfortable with. But a nice young bride who’s natural inclination is to get fucked by a good variety of men  enjoys no such institutional support or defense. Even if she’s outstanding and traditional in every other way,  we’ve got issues with polyamory. Even if both partners are on bored with a poly-amorous marriage, it’s not even close to being something they can be open about and expect  social acceptance on par with LGBT sympathies.

Because of societies harsh attitude towards polyamory, it isn’t surprising that many who are compelled, or even predisposed to have sex outside their marriage, choose to keep it secret. When we hear of someone cheating, we jump to negative assumptions: there must be something terribly wrong with their marriage – or something fundamentally wrong with them or their spouse. How many of us cheat even though our marriage is fine and our spouse is as good as they come, because, we just aren’t satisfied with monogamy?

If, as a society, we’re not going to support and condone polyamorous behavior, to what degree should we at least suspend our judgement of those who cheat out of fundamental need for variety?  With all of today’s social progress,  there’s an undo lack of support for those who only cheat because they can’t follow their preference openly, without being ostracized. How many of us would opt out of monogamy if there was no cultural shame in doing so, and, no risk of losing other, perhaps more traditional, aspects of our lives?

For a more informed and in-depth perspective on polyamory, I highly recommend reading  A.C. Anderson’s essay and blog here Essay: Monogamy Unnatural?


Cheating Series:

Cheating 9: The Other Side of The Sex Coin, in Defense of Those Who Partake

Cheating 8: Is it Really Sex or affection we Want or is Cheating a Settlement?

Cheating: Issues, Questions & Implications of shifting attitudes towards marital infidelity.

Cheating Part II: How much flirtation is healthy and when does it become infidelity?

Cheating III: Sex in Head, Mental Infidelity

Cheating IV: Anatomy of Infidelity

Cheating Part V: Loopholes, Free Zones and Grey Areas.

Cheating VII: Time Warp Infidelity – Sex After or Before the Relationship?

Cheating 7: When You Stumble Upon Much Better Sex Outside Your Relationship

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