Kayla Cruz

group sex

Commonly called: orgy. We are talking about vicious satisfaction of sexual appetite and unbridled passion. Some say that to be considered orgy must have at least 5 participants. Women are released showing her naked body, allowing men and women to touch them, caress and penetrating, with the freedom not to be judged, because they probably will not see again.

Encounter with a stranger

A mysterious bohemian writer nonchalantly to Johnny Depp in a caf, an attractive executive aggressive loose not combed his blackberry down the street, a burly blond surfer on the beach, a busy family man and businessman in a hotel ... Who has not dreamed of meeting a mystery man and unleash your desires?

Having sex in a public place

The idea of ​​being aware that others are exciting seeing what you're doing, makes many women feel powerful. However, it is more common, the idea of thinking that can be caught at any time, but, really, does not look to happen. You can perform this type of activity with a stranger or with your partner. A public swimming pool, a park, a tester, public baths, an elevator, imagination has no limits.

Seduction with erotic dress

Pick them up at work with the body naked under a trench coat, wait in the bedroom with a set of transparencies or sexy lingerie, erotic disguise as "bunny", "police", "schoolgirl". Not only is part of the male fantasies, increasingly more women who dare to try.

Two men and a woman

It's the ultimate fantasy of females: two men taking her body at the same time. Who has not ever wanted this: all your erogenous zones perfectly serviced, full feeling pleasure. As one penetrates, the other stroking or licking her clit. Or, one fondles her breasts while the other massages the bottom. And for the more daring, double penetration: for one year and one in the vagina.There are thousands of possibilities! Fantasizing is fine, but ... did you dare to try? With two strangers or with your partner and a stranger?

Sex with a stranger

Most of the women I'd be afraid to try the rest of the items on this list, but rest assured that this is where most people think. Sex without commitment is something that many women would like to experience, but most do not because they end up feeling guilty. That aside, his libido is awakened to think of an attractive man approaches them in a dark bar, and take her to her room for a night of hot sex and wild. This fantasy appeals to his "bad" side, the kinky that rarely comes to light.

genesis queen

"I like the way you move, kitten."She took a deep breath, like she needed the extra oxygen to deal with him. "Did you square away the angels in Hell?""Yes." Details weren't necessary when they both knew he'd instituted a brutal torture regimen for all of them. "Dance with me?""To this music?""You didn't appear to be having any problem." He held his hand out toward her.She stared at his palm. Her expression was reminiscent of an individual confident selling their soul was a reckless choice but entering the deal anyway."I don't bite."Her gaze felt like an impact against his. "You did in Hell."He wrangled the grin under control. "Then I won't bite.""I don't think it's a good idea, Micah.""Why?"A casual shrug when nothing about her body language suggested she felt relaxed. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. "Nix says my idea of dancing is sex with clothes on. He couldn't tolerate it and if he couldn't...." She trailed off and gaped at him as if she'd just realized she'd been about to insult him.Micah grinned. "I haven't lived as long as I have without executing restraint." He stepped closer to her. "I've controlled myself with you more than any other." Because she is my woman and deserves my respect.Madison allowed him to pull her arms free of their defensive fold. Holding her gaze, Micah coaxed her into his embrace...left hip to left hip, his leg thrusting between her knees, gliding upward and parting her thighs.She bit her bottom lip. Her breathing grew shallow. The heavy beat of the music thumped around them. His pulse throbbed faster.Hell's delights, she felt fantastic against him."Relax," he said when she remained inflexible. A soft wind would break one of her bones. "I only want to dance with you." Like when they'd been married, just a different manner of movement. This one more intimate than what they normally partook.Her focus locked on his jaw, and she sharply inhaled when he slid his palm down her back and settled on her hips. He executed the first moves and she followed. As if magnetized, they gyrated in perfect synchronicity.Buy links: Smashwords, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Decadent Publishing!

i like it

Noel's gasp seemed to echo in the empty office as Jackson's hand cupped her breast."What the hell do you think you're doing?"Spirals of heat whipped around her as her assistant laughed and squeezed the sensitive flesh in his grasp."Haven't you heard? The world's ending. This is our last chance."Noel shivered, hating the spikes of arousal making her breath hitch in her throat when Jackson brushed his lips against her earlobe."Last chance for what?""Don't play dumb, sweetheart. We don't have much time and I'm going to need every damn second left to make sweet love to this delectable body of yours."His words made her wet. She moaned as his fingers slipped inside her blazer to tease her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra."I don't believe the world's coming to an end, Jackson."He kissed her temple and she could almost feel him smile in her hair."Last chance, Noel. Our world's collide now or never."

The Art of Eroticism

So I think one element that can contribute to erotic art's being good is its capturing or portraying some of the things that might make sex good, such as the joy and/or pleasure it can cause, such as the excitement and the calm it can bring, such as its sometimes gentleness, such as its allowing a communion or sharing of spirits or feelings or moods, such as its art to allow the simultaneous giving and receiving of pleasure, and any of the vast variety of things there are that make sex sometimes a wonderful, erotic artistic experience.Since many of these things are themselves felt experiences or felt impressions, and not visible characteristics, capturing or portraying them visually can be quite an art or intellectual accomplishment. And, except for cases of extreme artistic luck, it requires some sensitive awareness to their occurrence in the first place.... Visual erotic art is often bad because it either does not capture any of the better essences of good or interesting sex or it does not portray them well visually (due to either technical or artistic reasons i.e., bad lighting, bad composition, bad cropping, bad exposure, etc.), or it overrides good portrayal of these elements by featuring other elements that spoil or ruin the overall effect, such as pain, violence, humiliation, apparent one-sided "use" of one of the participants, terrible consequences for the relationship, or whatever.

Pandora's Box

I should have guessed that once I started using sex toys I'd want more. I have a Rabbit, another vibrator, a dong, and an anal plug. Love them all. Want more.First on my new wish list is a bigger dong. Something much bigger and somewhat harder than the one I've got which is silicone and about 6.5". It has a good feel but I'd like the next one to be something that screams major penetration. When I was watching the penis show last night, they showed a dildo designer. He mentioned how extensive the testing process is to get just the right shape and size for look and feel for all the various preferences people have.I'd like to be a tester: keep trying those suckers until I find my prince. Although I suspect I'll end up having several I like. A harem of dildos. Sex has so many moods. I think it's good to have a different dildo for every occasion. Last night was solo period sex. It requires some good firm action--a really wild orgasm to tame those cramps. I just managed to skimp by with the toys on hand. Twice I thought I heard Caveman coming upstairs to join me. He didn't but I darn near got off at the thought of it. It was his cock I was really wanting.Vintage Lady wearing Stockings and BootsAnal play is definitely a mood thing for me. I'm just a babe in Anal Land so far and have much more to experience, but right now when I feel like having something in there for an orgasm, good heavens it's the greatest feeling. I love the how the feeling doesn't vary: it just hums along at the Damn, this feels good level.I know I'll want an anal vibrator eventually because it's both the fullness and the gentle movement that really gets me. I can't believe I went this long without even thinking of trying anything anal. Where have I been all my life?But I also went this long loving blowjobs but never thinking to go for the balls with my mouth! How incomplete is that? On the topic of blowjobs, according to the History of the Orgasm book, the word blowjob probably came from 'below job'. I always wondered about that. As a young woman I could never figure out where the actual 'blow' part fit in and worried that I was missing as a step! Now I know, it's below jobs I love.At the checkout stand at the grocery store today I noticed more magazine covers mentioning anal sex. This month on the cover of Cosmo it says, "the male G-spot (your sexiest search ever!)". Some of those readers may be very surprised to learn where that search leads them. I have no idea if I'm noticing it mentioned everywhere lately because I'm interested in it, or if it's been there all along just waiting for me to pay attention? Either way, I'd love to think that sexual newbies are actually getting complete information about the health and safety of it so that can really go for it and enjoy.On the penis show, a few sex toy shop owners were interviewed. Each one said that straight couples with the woman doing anal penetration on the man is the big toy seller right now. Women come in and buy strap-ons and vibes and dildos to use on their men. That's very erotic to me. I hope that's in our future. I constantly have fantasies about being the guy or getting to do the guy things in sex. Perhaps this could be one small taste of that.I've had a few emails from people telling me they love female penetration of the guy. (Is there a proper name for it besides anal penetration when it's a female doing it for/to a male?) I'd love to hear more if anyone wants to comment about it. Men have you tried it? Hate it? Love it? Want to try again? Any women who do this for their men? What do you use? Details. I love details.

Paradyse

There was a lot of yard work to be done. I did a lot of digging and heavy lifting but I didn't want to overdo it knowing that we'd have the house to ourselves for sex last night. God help me if I ever have to say I'm too tired. Sleep is never the same without an orgasm or more first. In fact, let me fall asleep or die having sex, if there's a choice.The afternoon sun was very hot and I was thirsty. I put down the shovel and went inside. I scrubbed my grubby hands clean (how do they get so dirty with gloves on?) and got a cold bottle of water. Might as well cool off and read some blogs. I was still too hot. I went upstairs to change out of my sweaty clothes. I wanted a cool shower but there wasn't enough time.I removed my clothes and got the hand mirror to look at my pussy under the guise of checking my IUD. I've been wondering if its doing alright in there. I finger myself but I can't tell. I'll have to see the doctor soon to check it out.My fingers are still very cold from the water bottle and they feel good. And I like looking as I touch. It's like it's someone else.Photograph of Topless Woman Masturbating under her SkirtI turn on the electric vibrator and place it beside the mirror on the floor and kneel over them. Now that I shave, I like looking at myself. There's a lot more to see without any hair in the way. I can't believe I was so hesitant to do it. I never thought about going down on a woman until I saw myself shaved. Now I can imagine myself doing that, making a woman slowly squirm and moan and gush and scream the way the Caveman does me.To get an orgasm from the vibrator this way (kneeling over it, hands free), I have to stay absolutely still in one position, no matter how weak or strong the feeling is. The vibrator isn't going to follow me around like a penis or a hand to finish the job. It just stays there, happily buzzing on the floor. The thought of having to stay still when I want to escape the intensity gets me turned on. I am going to be taken by a vibrator.The one I used many years ago had a photo of a 1950's housewife on the box. She stood there with her 18" waist, apron tied tightly over her dress, tenderly placing the vibrator on her poor sore neck while stirring a pot on the stove. I always imagined her going to town on herself when the photo shoot was done. Maybe the photographer helped too.I pause for a moment wondering if the Caveman could hear the buzzing sound from downstairs. No matter. I have to do this. I have tingles all over my body.I close my eyes and lower my pussy onto my little buzzing friend, as if fucking on top but it's just me and the vibrator. I wish I had a dildo to sit on. A flexible, vibrating dildo. The little tip of the vibrator enters my vagina. I feel another rush of wetness run down. I want something big to fuck me. And a penis in front of my mouth to suck on. But the persistent vibration draws all my attention to one central location.I swell with fullness.Time to brace myself. I settle in with the vibe just below the clit hood, pressing myself onto it. My hips are almost to the floor, down between my bent legs. My mouth falls open, wanting to kiss. My nipples harden, sending a sharp grabbing feeling through both breasts. I am completely aroused. I cannot move. I want to move. I stay still.I'm breathing much faster, dying to rock back and forth; have something fuck me really hard. I could bail out now with a good level of pleasure but I want to see how long I can stand it.

mi mejor amiga

Esta historia comienza a fines del 99 all por diciembre, cuando decidimos ir con mi mejor amiga Sabrina a la salida del teatro a cenar. Pero finalmente elegimos cambiar la cena por unas cervesas en la costanera sur. Asi que hay nos fuimos. Llegamos estacionamos y nos quedamos tomando dentro del auto, escuchando musica y charlando un buena rato, con unos cuantos vasos de cervesa encima. Al principio solo hablamos de cosas que nos habian pasado a cada uno por su lado ya que hacia bastante que no nos veiamos, hasta que la conversacion se fue tornando hacia lo sexual. Entre mi amiga y yo jamas habia ocurrido nada y eso que nos conociamos desde la primaria. Pero siempre tuvimos la sensacin de que nos comiamos con la mirada. A mi siempre me calentaban sus tetas, porque eran demasiado grandes y a ella siempre le intrigo mi bulto. Me lo decia bastante seguido en varias ocasiones que si no fuera porque eramos mejores amigos ya me lo hubiera comido. Joda va joda viene siempre quedaba picando. Pero esa noche por arte de magia o mejor dicho por arte alcohlistico, me pregunto si me gustaria que me la chupe. Sin dudarlo le conteste que porsupuesto, no sin antes yo chuparle las tetas. Ella me dijo que siempre quizo que se las chupara. Asi que al instante le subi la remera y desprendiendole el corpio empeze a chuparle ese par de tetas impresionantes que tiene, no me alcanzaban ni las manos, ni la lengua para chuparselas eran enormes, estuve como diez minutos chupandoles las tetas!!! mi sueo se estaba haciendo realidad. Despues de darme el gusto vendria lo mejor, ella deseperadamente me desabrocha el pantalon y me pide por favor que le entrege mi verga porque se moria por chuparmela ya que habia reaccionado bastante. No lo podia creer, empezo a chuparmela como si se la quisiera tragar, me succionaba la cabeza como pocas veces me lo habian hecho en mi vida, era toda una experta en chupar la pija y yo tantas veces que lo habia deseado hacer con ella. Cada vez estaba mas al palo asi que mientras ella me la chupaba yo la empez a pajear. Estaba toda mojada como si la concha pidiera a gritos que la penetrara. Estuvo un largo rato colgada de mi verga ya que atragantada con ella me decia que siempre la quiso tener dentro de su boca hasta mas no poder. Hasta que decidi pedirle para pasarnos a los asientos de atras. Nos pasamos y corrimos los de adelante lo mas que pudimos, asi nos habia quedado un buen espacio para poder coger comodos. Es especial ese lugar de noche y en ese momento lo mejor de todo era que encima tenia una pollerita. Asi que se la sub, la puse en cuatro, le corr la bombachita que era bastante chiquita y la empeze a puntear rozandole con la cabeza de mi pija la concha toda mojadita. Lentamente empezo a emitir gemidos de excitacin y a pedirme que por favor la penetrara de una vez porque ya no aguantaba mas. Me decia...Por favor metela que no aguanto mas, quiero que me llenes con tu leche... mmmm. Asi que de a poquito haciendola desear comenze a penetrarla de a poco, se la metia un poquito y la sacaba, eso la hacia volverse loca de placer. Entonces ni yo aguante mas y se la meti de una, haciendola gritar de placer... mmmm, ahhhh, ahhhhh, ayyyyy, asi mi amor me decia. La segui cogiendo en cuatro, hasta que le pedi que ella se sentara arriba mio. Cuando se sienta como explicar que yo ya estaba a mil, agarrandole las tetas ella empezo a jinetear como loca y yo ya no aguantaba mas. Quiza seria por todas las veces que tuvimos la fantasia de coger entre los dos y eso nos hacia parecer dos precozes. Todo acabo entre los dos cuando ella me empezo a hacer unos quiebres de cintura fabulosos como si me fuese a desacer la pija. Ahi si no aguante mas y ella suplicandome que acabaramos juntos le llene la concha con mi leche hirviendo. Era increible imaginar que tantos aos de amistad ibana terminar de esa forma y en ese lugar tan especial, ya que ahi es el telo mas barato que hay. Otra cosa los vidrios eran polarizados. Y hoy por hoy todavia seguimos concretando fantasias con mi mejor...amiga???

Reflexion

"No es todo el mundo feliz de ver el" fin "de ese tipo de relacin?"Si. Acepto. Supuestamente, la imprenta, el telegrama, el telfono, la mquina de escribir, todo destruido "noviazgo" y la interaccin humana. Siempre hay este perodo de ajuste en la interaccin de las personas que se produce cuando un nuevo dispositivo se introduce una vez que la gente asustada se convierte en algo que no se puede prescindir. Si las citas tradicionales est "muerto", se levantar de nuevo en el tercer da.Y los supuestos detrs de "tradicional" citas (y "data" como la conocemos, slo se present como una cosa siglo 20) fueron llevados de una poca en que las mujeres no tenan acceso a la agencia o sociedad en general, a menos que sea a travs de un hombre. Good ol 'consejo de la abuela como "un hombre debe amar a una mujer ms de lo que ama a l" era cierto que el matrimonio era literalmente profesin de una mujer y una decisin que lejos de ser la vida y la muerte, fue el factor decisivo en la calidad de una mujer de la vida .Adems, quejndose de "la tecnologa y los hombres perezosos" no informar a las mujeres acerca de qu hacer al respecto ... si es un problema para ellos. Estos artculos son slo ms pnico moral.Aunque no he ledo los artculos, ni quiero 2. La tecnologa es ms culpa que los hombres 2. Ambos sexos r encontrando ms fcil sentarse 2 w / su dispositivo de eleccin y navegar por la red. Pero, quin n su sano juicio va 2 divulgar informacin personal 2 u otra nunca han puesto los ojos en R no puede Identificacin del cartel na. Simplemente no tiene sentido. Aunque algunos 4 ha funcionado, sospecho que la proporcin de las ranas dos prncipes bes aumenta exponencialmente sin embargo el uso de este medio de citas.Oh de acuerdo, absolutamente no es "todo lo malo", y obviamente estoy hablando desde la experiencia personal. Para aquellos que recuerdan Planeta Negro, tenamos una sala de chat estrictamente para debates - y se transform en una de las salas de chat ms populares durante la infancia Planeta Negro (The Intel Smack Down). Por supuesto ... familiaridad en lnea (y, bueno, una publicacin de una foto o dos) condujo a intereses fuera de lnea, y as empez todo.Puedo decir que nunca he personalmente recorri los sitios en lnea especficamente hasta la fecha, pero he conocido a un montn de gente en diferentes lugares - y yo he salido varias. No he tenido ningn pesadillas, dolores de cabeza o tipos de acosadores. Yo tena un hbito relativamente extraa atraccin, si se quiere, sans mujeres figuras paternas (que se manifest ... ah, no importa) que me sigui de offline a online. Debe haber sido la fuente.Es curioso ver que el estigma ha sido, en su mayor parte, aunque eliminado. Hace trece aos, el concepto de conocer a alguien "en lnea" * sobre todo * Las imgenes generadas Machisma de encuentro con el hngaro doble del truco WWF en la puerta frente a Anya que era supuestamente de Los Angeles. Ahora ... Instagram, Facebook, MySpace, Skype, Facetime ha eliminado en gran medida especial de citas en lnea que paso en falso.A menos que su nombre es Manti Te'o.

in the car...

As I walked out of the restaurant, he was leaning on the car looking at me bewildered. He asked me if I was ill because my cheeks were so red and I was sweating. I told him I was just flushed, ggl.nWe travelled on down the road towards somewhere. I don't know if it was the effect of leaving hot weather to the cool that was turning me on, but, an hour down the road I was ready to go again. I started my teasing again. Making sure I had a sucker in my mouth to make sucking noises. It was cherry and I licked it until my tongue was cherry red. I made comments to him that it would be so nice to suck his pr*ck just now. He still was very worried about driving and messing about. So, I leaned the seat back. I did what Genevieve did, I placed my legs up on the dashboard, both of them. I ran my fingers over my knees and thighs, accidenty dropping my skirt(sundress). I continued to stroke my legs and until my body was responding and wet again. Moving my skirt up I began to pet the hair on my slit. He was peeking over at me and I scolded him. I told him he is not interested, so keep driving. I spread my legs open and rubbed my pussy. I moaned softly and closed my eyes. Saying things to him I knew would drive him wild. I still had my lollypop in my mouth, so, it kinda sounded funny I am sure. lol. I opened the lips of my wonderfully wet vagina and rubbed the lollypop on my clit. The tip was covered in juices. He was rubbing his crotch by now.(I was peeking too) I offered him a lick of my lollipop. He opened his mouth willingly and sucked my juices off of it. This about drove me wild at this point. I know it was dangerous, but, he reached down and began working me. I put my legs down and enjoyed his watching his hands in action. It was a nice slow caress at first, then, he slide two fingers in me, going deep and finding my gspot. I squeezed my breasts together and opened the top buttons of my dress. I pushed my breasts up and tasted my nipples. This about killed my neck, but, mmmmmm, it felt so hot. My body heaved and I was moaning so loud. The louder I got, the more the car kinda swurved, so I cooled it down. His fingers brought me to total orgasm. I could have ripped the back of his seat and his hair out. It was so hot between my legs. After he was finished, I could see he was completely covered in sweat. His bulge was huge and looked painful pushing against his pants. I proceeded to unzip and pull out. I felt so bad, I went between my legs and I swear there was a gallon of juice coming out of me. I got my left hand wet and rubbed it on his exposed cock. I kept lubing his hardness. The steering wheel kept hitting my forearm, but, I didnt care. I wanted it to explode in my hand. It didn't take long. He shot a load that went past my hand and over the underside of the steering column. It took all our concentration to keep on that road. Luckily there was hardly any traffic. If there had been, I wouldn't have noticed someone watching me rub my breasts. hahaha