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Indecent! The chat

It 's true, all this and' indecent! Reveal my fantasies. Confess my sins and to publish them here, at the mercy of all, accompanied by photos to say the least dirty, it's indecent. I am a woman and indecent claim the right to be able to. Without shame, but with the complicity of anonymity I want to be free. Free from preconceptions and stereotypes. Free from constraints and castrations. Free to fall away with my thoughts of a female in heat, which has no greater pleasure than to be desired, owned and fucked by a man.

I want to give me the worst sin: Lust and enjoy themselves. I want I can give you moments of carnal pleasure, without having to hold for fear of the opinion of those who think, see and live a life of renunciation of convenience dictated by choices and decisions that can no longer be 'reprocessed. I want to be free to fuck whoever I want when I want and how I want. I want to be an instrument of pleasure to a man. Making my perversions, desires and secret fantasies. If this' indecent to be a woman, then I confess. I am an indecent female exhibitionist. Put me to shame, call me whatever you want, marchiatemi with the scarlet letter or send me to the stake.

But before you do, look in the mirror and honestly tell me that you would not want to be the next stars of my stories.

Tell me you would not want for once in your life, you end up with a female of my size on an unmade bed. Happy to have achieved your desires shameful to wives, partners, lovers and mothers.

Too easy to point to them, calling me with a little polite epithets. If I were a man I envy.

Leggetemi, look and decide whether to cast the first stone or whether to take the number and get in line!

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I signed up for the game.

They talk about all of these chats, where people meet.

Why is this? And 'free and easy to use.

immediately begin to receive many messages of approach.

From savvy, the banal, through practical ones: "Looking for sex?" So there 's a bit of everything.

Even a guy that I definitely nerds Tampin every time I log onto the site. A torment. The more you ignore, the more he insists. Urgent, but not outrageous. Then a calm afternoon in the office and chat, I decided to give him a hearing. agree to chat with him.

It goes straight to the point, we speak of fantasies. Tell me yours, I tell you mine. I wrote that a woman would enter his office, while working, did you bandage and be touched by him. Only touch. Nothing more. What intrigues me. I tell him yes. He thinks I'm kidding.

convinces him that it is not so, I'll give the address and I'll say to him in thirty minutes. I left the chat. They are defiant. I took it around! What an idiot, that stand around waiting like a fool thinking that I'll play over the intercom at any moment. The minutes pass and my concentration back.

My head does not want to know to work.

The minutes pass and my breathing became increasingly labored.

Thought becomes torment. Why not? Why should not I go? I do not know anyone. Neither do I. I'll know who I have owned. I will not remember anything. I'll have nothing to be ashamed, even in the mirror. get my bag, I leave the office "I go to the bank," I say and I get in the car. My legs are trembling. I'm stupid. A coward. But down there between my legs a little devil reminds me of how much should have let me fuck. Check the intercom, sound, a male voice asking me who he is, I answer with the password agreed. "Close-up door on the right" I hear the door open. At every step I tell myself that I must go back immediately or it will be too late. Continuation. Arriving at the door, look, terrified and excited. He opens, I close my eyes, I cross the threshold, I hear the door close behind me and a presence. A piece of cloth falls on my eyes, narrows down my face. I feel an order whispered in his ear: "Supports hands on the wall in front of you "

obey. "Spread your legs." P render time. Then I heard a male hand alzami her skirt, move one leg and slide in between. "God because you are wet"

It 's true, they are outrageously excited. My hot liquid passes panties.

I feel his hands creep under the sheets, I opened her buttocks. I go there in the middle finger. While the other hand goes to bathe at the source of my pleasure.

"I'm afraid. Do not make me into pieces like in the show, right? "

I remove the thong, only one, leaving shoes and skirt.

"Still I will not harm you wont. Put yourself on the couch "and lead me back something soft coated fabric.

I kneel on the couch, her back to him. Him behind me, continues to touch, rub, getting excited more and more. The fear of not knowing who I have to excite me.

My butt is facing him there, ready to be possessed. I lean forward, I offer it to him.

"You have a spectacular ass is still tight, I just use"

I feel his pain, his desire to black. And then his rough tongue, pass along the groove of the buttocks. He arrives on my hole, one behind. We stay a long time.

get off I feel a finger. Then another. I like it. H or desire to be sodomized by a stranger. I want to feel filled back there. I want to feel dirty and deflowered.

We are in July, it's hot. And there in that office, was even hotter.

"Wait," he says. And I hear that goes away.

When he returns, I did not move, I was on the couch on all fours, ready to be possessed.

" you thirsty?" I can not speak, swallow and I nodded yes.

"open your mouth" feel something cold and hard to rely on my lips and slipped into the mouth water. E 'freeze. The spit.

"Too cold? Now warmed

I feel the same thing slip through his legs. I have a glass bottle in cunt.

Should I be feeling shocked, but ... I like it. The slips and slips off, repeatedly. I get excited.

The off me and the door to his mouth. The lick and drink. Lecco and drink me.

And while I do, I feel his fingers into my ass. This time there are more. He left there still. And I feel the blood drain away from the head. Finally.

"even your ass needs to be cooled"

I removed the bottle from his mouth and fingers out of there at once.

A moment later I feel the cold, hard, smooth neck of the bottle into me.

gave a scream. "Shut up or I'll feel in the next office" and his hand me stop my mouth.

begins to move my body makes room for the new thing hard and cold.

"you like it?, Tell me what you like"

I do not speak. I pressed his hand to me on the mouth.

Fetch me the bottle and puts it firmly, again. scream louder. "Ah, if you like"

my hand down to her clitoris, massage me, I want to enjoy. He takes it from me. "No, darling here the pleasure you'll give just me and replace my fingers with his.

Me in front of the sticks, where they are more wet and hot. The extracted, soaked. Coming off the bottle. “alzati” e mi guida, mettendosi dietro di me, le mani sui miei fianchi.

Avanzo con cautela, Urto con il bacino contro qualcosa. Mi fermo. Sento che è un tavolo.

“E’ la mia scrivania” dice, mentre con una mano, mi fa piegare in avanti la schiena.

Sono in piedi, sdraiata a novanta gradi.

Lui mi lecca il sedere. Sento la zip dei suoi pantaloni and the rustle of clothing off. I slipped a couple of fingers in a hurry, the dips and passes between the buttocks.

It 's time, I know. My breathing becomes labored. And that excites him.

I feel something warm and soft lean back. Two wet fingers in and out, a moment of emptiness and then ... All at once. Inside. I feel my flesh open with difficulty alla sua.

E una sensazione di calore, fuggire via.

Dalla bocca mi esce un urlo di piacere. “Si, qui puoi urlare quanto vuoi. Godi. E dimmi che ne vuoi ancora. “

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The back door

Avevo sempre rifiutato a tutti quella porta. Fidanzati più o meno ufficiali, lovers for one night, faithful trombamici. In short, all men with whom they had sex, I said no, you do not go back there. This is not for you, banning them. Any attempt to tell the truth had been done. More to gratify the most serious, those with whom I had taken some sort of commitment. Well that was my real test of love. "Honey, I love you so much that I accept that you put me back there."

Because let's be clear once and for all. And 'That's what it

speaks. It is a pleasure to try the unknown women who have not tried the practice. Tickling perhaps with legendary orgasms even comparable to those achieved in other traditional places. It is not about women becoming more complete, or to achieve genuine harmony with your partner. No, it's just agree to be fully owned by a man. After the heart (for the romantics), the head and the vagina. ... The last place that you can be our exclusive domain. What! And spare me the comments to denial of these lines, my answer is always: "as you say if I like it so much, why not try it first? At the bottom of sodomy was invented by men for men. " Here is explained why took me several years before me: okay you've tried and tried a lot of sex, perhaps it is time to go explore that world. Given the dramatic results of previous attempts, I decided to document thoroughly on the subject. And I would say with so many little endings. What is on the web is only the male point of view of the thing and it is also distorted by the pornographic vision of the method. In short, I had no desire to be brutally murdered by his desire to replicate what has been done by the famous porn star, in a scene from the movie. Luckily at that time I attended a friend in the leg, one of those with whom he had established a degree of complicity. Obviously the second time that we had exchanged our mutual body fluids, had proposed to come from that gate to get my usual answer, do not talk. But sometimes after I have proved more willing to approach the idea, let me start playing with that side of me. I do not deviate more in our games if his hand slipped into my seat. I let a few caresses became more intimate, until you hear something go into my flesh prohibited. One of his finger, his tongue and then back to his fingers which increased to more than one.

I had decided that he would be the first and I confessed my fears. The pain, first of all, which to me is the antithesis of pleasure. And then the embarrassment, in short, a place that is destined to another, and that 'other' is nothing sanitary or perfume.

So the next time we began to involve in our games, even that part of my body is slowly preparing to become a focal point of our future meetings. Never so impetuous and with great patience, listening to my body, realizing when appropriate to sink and when to withdraw, we had reached a high degree of confidence and expansion. Both are necessary to prepare a perfect first time, based on a sense of relaxation to those who offered themselves to another. Cioè me ! Che dovevo essere sicura di potermi tirare indietro qualora qualcosa non funzionasse per il verso giusto. Perché dal momento che il contatto visivo è impossibilitato dalla posizione più consona, è proprio il caso di dire che ci si deve fidare ciecamente del proprio partner.

Fu così che un pomeriggio, il mio amico venne a prendere un caffè da me e dopo aver ripassato alcune delle più classiche posizioni, mi ritrovai in piedi piegata sul tavolo della cucina, con lui che là dietro si prendeva cura della mia porta sul retro. Baciandola, leccandola, facendo entrare le sue dita, prima davanti inumidendole di me, poi portando il mio nettare nel nuovo luogo di divertimento . With those his magic fingers had already scream of pleasure clitoris and vagina and now I stood there and used them in a new way. Less delicate than usual. Made her come and go quickly, pressing them into any more time. And with each blow, a feeling of greater warmth from my stomach down to her ankles, crossing his legs. It was a jolt of adrenaline, which made me loose my knees rhythmically. A new feeling of abandonment, was forming in my head, I wanted that rush of pleasure become more powerful, enough to stun me. So I took his penis shook and leaned over the groove of my seat and I grabbed it with both hands hips, pushing them toward me. He moved away, he was not sure I understood what I wanted. Asked me: "Are you sure?" Stop talking and do it before I change my mind. I wanted to feel more heat than that of pleasure, slipping away from me, sliding down her thighs. He opened my well the hole, I pointed it and I prepared myself to feel it inside me. I heard the opening of its new flesh. I infused a sense of invasion, but returned immediately after the download and it was exciting. He was left with only the tip inside me, did nothing. I began to move, making it come and go, a bit 'at a time. Slowly. Giving time to my flesh to adapt to him. Until it was all dentro di me. Il calore quadruplicò e la scarica elettrica mi fece intorpidire i piedi. Cacciai un urlo. Piacere, misto a dolore, sollievo e sorpresa. Avevo fatto entrare un uomo in me da un posto nuovo e il piacere che sentivo non era il solito che ormai avevo imparato a conoscere e riconoscere. Era una sensazione diversa e andava verso il basso, portando con sé timori e negazioni. Potevo finalmente farmi possedere da un uomo, senza per questo sentirmi svilita o umiliata. Avevo comunque il controllo di me ed anzi potevo decidere di provare un nuovo tipo di piacere. Tre a uno per me! Clitorideo, vaginale ed ora anche anale.

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Berserk Acrophobia Game

The master of torture

I've always had a passion for Hemingway.

The classic man of another era, one of whom threw the mold.

That stubborn, macho, a genial man with whom I wanted to have dinner one summer evening a full moon in a bistro in Paris. We'd ended up in bed or I would have slapped? Maybe entrambi, ma non in quest’ordine.

Poi un giorno decido di accettare un invito, prendo il   treno e torno a Milano. E’ Natale, fa freddo, piove. Ma alla stazione è venuto a prendermi lui, Ernest. La sua quintessenza o forse la sua reincarnazione. Passo deciso, sguardo di chi del mondo e delle donne ha visto molto e forse tutto. Mi sembra di avere una parte da recitare di un copione già scritto, lui dirige. Il percorso, le destinazioni, gli argomenti. La sicurezza sconfina nella spocchia. Ma per ora va bene. Con tutta la mancanza di decisione e di intrapprendenza maschile patita in queste ultime settimane, mi ci vuole una dose the good old machismo. Let's see how he knows to be male and I'll reward him with any female they are.

Four steps dividing the umbrella under the Christmas lights. The quick lunch in some place. They are wrapped up in wool and wearing sexy clothes for nothing. I do not feel it. I can not be within five degrees of winter this air. He has already made his moves, old-fashioned. Elegant, sharp, never vulgar. I have all rejected the sender and the tension is about to evaporate, then cooled in a cold and rainy afternoon that is going to end in a stalemate. A step by step we are getting closer to certainty a moment of erotic and certainly regret vanished the next few days. An intense aroma tickles my nose, followed me from the station. Is mixed with other herbs, and then fades back to find me. Over me, tickling my nose, sneaks in me, making the blood boil first then my nectar. I had not given importance before that I found a cut above his neck on the stairs and you understand that that's the smell. I was hooked, even before speaking. And neither he nor I knew it. Our skin is. Now I wanted to touch her, feel the texture under your fingers. It will be hot, rough or smooth. It will be velvet or linen. Too many people walking around there, and my desire to boiling. Thoughts become unique. And the smell makes me gush with excitement between your legs. A gate opens a doorway and offers himself to us. I decide that there asseggerò him. He laughed at my need has become urgent. Do not want to relinquish the reins of this game, it just gives. Let me slip in a hand between her legs, just to make me understand that this was not enough to excite him. Deride my retake failed, leaving me arrogantly offended by his refusal. Only in this way, stripped of his clothes to temptress, he decided to return to me. She looks at me, take my hand, the driving time between my thighs, dipping our fingers in me and if the door to the language. Then he kisses me, doing our mix flavors. "So it's as if we had purposes, for today is enough. " He stood there motionless and exhausted: it was started by the master, the torture of waiting.

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The florist

After months of back and forth I agreed to his proposal. I was asking to go out for too long and too hard. He was patient and considerate, but I felt that was about to leave the game. A man can not leave for too long without the illusion of prey.

I had decided to invite me, cooking for him and give him even that to which most aspire. My personal sweet nectar made of flesh and a woman.

clean the house, step to prepare me. Shower, a quick pass razor everywhere, just to remove any trace of hair growth and making it smoother and appetizing. Velvety cream and moisturize the skin. Nail beautify my feet fairy. Plate in the hair, neck perfume, lipstick to her lips. Ready. I turn on the oven, check that the grill pans are aluminum and not plastic and do a last look around. Flowers! There is a lack of flowers in this room. Maybe he will take them. Yes, why not? Since men are back to being romantic? It will bring the wine, thinking that I need to get drunk able to take me to bed! And I will, I need flowers. I want to be smelling the scent of lilies and seduce him. What time is it? Nineteen fifteen, I told him for twenty, I can do. The florist is nearby. I get in the car, in front of the store is two minutes. The lights are just turned off and the damper is falling. I catapulted out of the door, trying not to run the entry sprained ankle, with those heels.

right now as you can see from inside the store. But it works! The fence stops and goes back up. I see my flower peeking out from under. He smiles and opens the door. "I knew it was you! With those shoes, and this time, Who else could it be? "I imbrioncio as a schoolgirl taken from the janitor. Then look at him and blinked ask him if I can give some lilies. She replies that they are no longer angry. Not at this time and not for me. Why not me? "Why do you come here showing off the clothes and shoes shorter than high, tell me about your adventures without leaving the details of after dinner, gave me cat eyes and then with flowers in hand you go. Leaving me here to think what will you do with those flowers and those clothes. You never thought that I too am a man? ". But that courage, for a mocciosetto than twenty years. E 'blushed visibly, as I said it. But his voice has held tightly. Do not falter. Ok, man! And what do you want from me, I'm a woman? I wonder as a sphinx, with air challenge in poker. Let's see if he has the courage to come and see what cards I have. "I see what you are wearing underneath those clothes" The audacity of the boys just grown up, with nothing to lose and much to gain. He thought for a moment, smile upright. I raise an eyebrow, I support the stock near the chest and unbuttoned his coat. Three buttons, one by one, slowly. He swallows, but remains stationary. I let it fall to the ground. Remained under a black knit dress and black stockings, with the row behind. It's up to you, I say. Let's see if he has the courage. He steps forward, I am one step back. My shoulders are the counter. I have to stop. He hesitates. I laugh, loudly. I knew you did not have the balls, kid. Raise, crouching in front of him, to collect his coat. I go down with his face to him, throughout his body and in doing so, I rub my breasts on his side. Something stirs in her thighs. The serpent came to life! I can not suppress a smirk. I won this time too. I grab the bag. Turned his back and head for the door. I hear footsteps behind me, is more distance. Poor guy. Be ashamed as a child afflicted the blackboard by the teacher for whom he had a crush. He put his hand on the handle, but I get stopped by a noise. It 's the shutter. It's going down! I turn, outraged! What's happening? I want to tease and leave me here in the dark? Grow up, kid. And let me out. "No, you do not you go from here until you have made me feel like a man after he fucked a woman like you" I will dry your throat. Rest of stone. Just try to say, waiting for me at home. "You do not come back home anytime soon, trust me. Come here and rub again. We start from there. "Only after a couple of hours spent by the scent of flowers mingled with the odor of our bodies, was sick of me. After I know, patrol and penetrated everywhere, in all its part, long and virility that belongs only to a young hungry.

That poor man outside my house, but remained on an empty stomach and dry mouth for a long, long time!

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The Convention

Tonight I do not want to go to that convention.

There will be the same faces. Elderly men and fat, accompanied by wives rouged with fur that smelled of mothballs.

faces drawn by me and botulinum toxin and by the fact that I am not part of that world. It 's my job, chair and smiling, listening distractedly unnecessarily pompous speeches. I guess that's the most boring.

Solito little black dress, never neckline. Never too short. In short, nothing flashy and acids that can attract attention and envious of the wives of big shots, that should not be distracted. But kept in the torpor of opulence.

tonight but I like to wear something sexy. It 's time leading Walking in those shoes, bought in the store of clothing hard. Paris, black and white, in paint. Heel twelve strings in black satin. A crash! Late arrival, as appropriate. Extension along the center aisle, seats occupied on the right and left. Only the first row free, like at school. Take place, look around. I drew the proper attention. I glance at who is in front of me. A funny little man, and gray is the rapporteur and fills the mouth of sentences for effect, certainly not his. There propina the usual dish of the menu: hot air. Two disciples, sit down. Also tonight anything interesting. Who we hoped? Then the side door from two eyes that are glued on him. Do not leave me the time to look away. He looked me, take measurements. I spare. In my mind, a thought creeps in: "Who knows how it will stay inside me." He reads it, I'm sure. Overlay must be passed in my cleavage, because there you do not stir his eyes.

We are two chairs away. Picks up the phone, put it in quiet and pretends to take a picture with the shoes. I smile. Straddle your legs, slowly. I hear the rustle of my socks, I want to hypnotize it like a rattlesnake. Feel my legs? That open and close? Listen to it. Bramale. Take it. And infilaci into what you want.

The endless series of trivial ends, after about ten minutes. Passed a glancing understanding. All dinner. The herd leaves the room hungry. I return to light now off, to take the scarf specially forgotten. I find him sitting there in the dark, waiting for me. "I knew you'd come back," how did you know? "Those shoes are not for all women," he smiles, he's right. I kneel before him, throw him out. And the taste. He lets himself go, but not for long. "Honey, rallenta o il gioco sarò troppo breve per far felici entrambi” Ho voglia di lui. Di essere penetrata e subito. Mi alzo, accorcio il tubino e mi siedo sopra di lui. Crede che io sia il suo giocattolo, ma non sa che lui è il mio. Si intravedono le autoreggenti. La mia mano lo cerca, lo trova, scosta la brasiliana e lo infila nel posto giusto. Ora è dentro di me. Al caldo e nel mio umido. Comincio a farlo scivolare, dentro e fuori. Lentamente, profondamente. Ho il controllo, dirigo io i giochi. Lui deve solo partecipare. “Hey, la fai fare qualcosina anche a me?” Gli metto una mano sulla bocca. Resto in silenzio. No, non hai capito. Io sto montando te, non il contrario. Tu sei lo stallone and I riding. Keep on moving, searching for my pleasure, careless of his own. I just hope it can withstand a few more minutes. My pelvis rotates, rubs, gets up and down, until ... my blazing heat. The climax came. He is about to burst, I see from my face. Not enough of herself. I get up, I take off and he stands there, stunned. "What are you doing, come back down, or at least prendimelo in the mouth." They are already very close to him towards the door. I turn around and say, "Sorry, I can not wait. The fifty euro you leave them out here. E 'was great. At the next "

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