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Against the Wall

Posted by: MsPsycho on: June 24, 2009

My last story didn’t go the direction I had originally planned… guess that’s what happens when you write a story over long periods of time. Here is a new story, hope everyone enjoys!!!
Hope you have a sexy ass day!!!
Tayla

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I could hear voices talking excitedly nearby, as they made their way inside the Action Lounge in Broken Arrow. I could hear the steady thump of music radiating through the thick wall behind me. It’s sultry, sexy beat influenced my response. Through partly opened eyes, I stared into the damp, night sky, and noticed the barely visible moon, which only allowed a small glimmer of light to shine through the ink-like blackness of the night.

The warm heat of his breath on my neck, sent shivers down my spine as he pressed me firmly against the wall to restrain me from too much movement. His need for dominance became evident. His hands freely roamed, exploring the curves of my body before he grasped my wrists, and pinned them above my head. His one strong hand was all it took to keep me immobile from the waist up. His free hand was searching for access below the flimsy material that concealed my aroused flesh. I squirmed against him with false need to break free. I could tell, it only excited him more. My hips writhed against the swelling bulge trapped within his pants.

His mouth hungered for the soft skin heaving shamelessly from the beneath the boundaries of my skirt. Breathlessly he mumbled, “My God you taste so good …” His grip on my wrists loosened. “… Your scent is intoxicating.”

Lightly applied Safari floated in the air, mixing with the aroma of imminent sex. The fragrance lured us into recklessness. His need for control was abandoned as his hand released its hold on my wrists. My freed hands pulled him closer. I couldn’t help but grope his hard cock through the thick jean material. The temptation to satisfy my curiosity drew me in. I teased him deliberately.

We paid no attention to the people passing by in the near distance. Enticed by the forbidden chance that we might be caught, our arousal heightened. The darkness of the night and shadows cast by nearby buildings would hopefully mask our secret encounter. Still, I knew our intensifying moans of lust could give us away at any moment.

He backed away slightly, hesitating a moment in enjoyment as I rub my hand across his trapped bulging cock. Sensations coursed through his body, which left him in a needful state. His hands were pressed hard against the roughness of the wall to steady himself.

“ Mmmm … Your so hard,” I whispered gently in his ear. Gazing deeply into his eyes, I taunted him with the devilish grin that spread across my face. “Is all that for me?” I asked in a breathless tone.

Playing into the game I had begun, he answered, “ Damn right it is,” he said covering my lips hungrily. His kiss was demanding at first … then softened. His lips slowly parted from mine, neither of us wanting the kiss to end. “ … And you’ll love every inch of it.” He concluded in a barely audible voice.

I didn’t let on, but I never doubted the enjoyment I would soon receive. The past familiarity we shared had prepared me for our impending intimacy. Over time, the flames of desire had burned fiercely. Which ultimately stripped away any restraint I might of possessed. The control he felt he needed to obtain had already been bestowed upon him.

There we stood alone, between two buildings groping each other with wild abandonment. His hand slipped under my skirt and forced my legs apart. He searched for the pleasure that overflowed within me. He smiled confidently as his fingers slipped beyond the silk material concealing my wet pussy. The look on his face told me such an eager response to his touch hadn’t been foreseen. He was pleased with himself.

Slowly, he began to slide his fingers in and out of my wetness. He teased my clit intentionally between each thrust. If his intentions were to drive me crazy it was working. I held on tightly grinding my hips against him like a bitch in heat. Each wave of pleasure was more intense than the one before, as my orgasm drew nearer.

“ Ohhhh … God … Yessssss!” stumbled out of my mouth. The uncontrollable spasms of release had descended upon me. I rode each wave of passion until it began to subside. He slipped his fingers from my pussy and brought them closer to his face. With both fingers completely immersed in his mouth he began to suck my juices from them. His eyes closed as I watched him inhale the sweet scent of desire.

Satisfied he had devoured every lingering trace, I heard him command, “ Get on your knees … now.” He was quiet so as not to call attention to us, yet his voice remained firm. I knelt willingly before him on a small patch of grass growing between the buildings. He unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper until it wouldn’t go any further. I noticed that he was having difficulty sliding his jeans down over his hard cock. It had become so swollen with arousal that I think it even surprised him. In the faint starlight, I detected a glint of pre-cum glistening at the tip. It was enticing me to take a taste … to lick it clean. I could feel him begging me to suck him to full hardness as I teased the end of his cock. His cock twitched in anticipation, beckoning me to fulfill its need.

I admired his thickness for only a moment, before I felt his hand cup the back of my head. Urging me forward. His fingers entangled within my hair to anchor his grasp. “Suck me.” he ordered in a low growl. I lowered my mouth over his length until I wasn’t able to take anymore. My lips hugged his cock tightly, as I began my slow torturous descent. “ Mmmm, Yeah that’s it baby.”

My mouth slid hungrily up and down his cock. The rhythm accelerated, as I became more comfortable with his size. I became obsessed with the task at hand, sucking him harder and faster. I wanted to hear him beg for release … to lose control.

His grasp on my head tightened, as he held me still to receive his thrusts. I fondled his balls with my free hand, raking my nails lightly along the taut skin. He slowed his frantic pace to keep from releasing too soon. Both of my hands slid around to cup the well-defined roundness of his backside. I caressed the soft flesh invitingly, which almost sent him over the edge. His thrusting stopped abruptly. “Stop …” he begged, “I’m not ready yet.” I moaned in disapproval as my lips slipped from the end of his cock. “Get up.”

He had something else in mind … something I longed for. To feel him deep inside of me, filling me completely with his hard cock. Fucking me hard and fast until neither of us could hold back any longer. I stood slowly, brushing the remnants of sand that clung to my knees. He was impatient. His lips assaulted mine with intense need. I reciprocated feverishly, with no intention of denying my own needs.

His hands clawed at my top trying to release my breast from its prison. He found success, as my left breast was exposed to the night air. The darkened color of my nipple stood out against the paleness of my skin. He leaned down and caught the erect nipple in his mouth, sucking at it hard. His tongue teased me in between each playful nibble. I didn’t know if I wanted to pull him closer or beg him to stop. Within seconds, the decision was no longer mine.

Turning me around to face the wall, he lifted the bottom of my skirt, so that the backside rested at my waist. “You better use the wall to steady yourself.” He suggested. I bent slightly at the waist and did as he said. With my hands against the wall I felt him tug at the sides of my lacy panties. Evidently, they didn’t give way as he intended. I felt him tear at each side until the unwanted restriction was removed. They lay in a heap on the ground beside my feet no longer functional. His intensity scared me a little … which excited even more.

For some reason I briefly glanced toward the exit of the bar. A couple of guys stood outside and appeared to be talking quietly to each other. “Had they heard us?” I wondered silently. They looked around inquisitively, as if searching for something they heard, but couldn’t see.

I felt the head of his cock pressing against me from behind. He rubbed it up and down the length of my pussy until it was covered with my juices. His fingers slipped in and out of my hole a couple of times. I felt him position the head of his cock against my opening once again and waited for the initial thrust. He grasped my hips firmly and plunged forward. His hard swollen cock pierced the tightness surrounding my womanhood. I flinched at the initial discomfort, but quickly surrendered to the delightful fullness I felt deep within. His cock, slick with cum, slid in deeply, until his groin rested against my fleshy cheeks … unable to plunge any deeper.

A groan of undeniable ecstasy escaped his lips. I mirrored his verbal approval with my own deep moan of appreciation. My hand involuntarily reached for my exposed nipple. Rolling and pinching it between my fingers I waited for the emptiness of his outstroke … followed by another deep thrust into my tingling depths. Every nerve ending felt alive with sexual tension. He continued teasing me, slowly pulling outward … then thrusting deep. It wasn’t long before I insisted he stop the insatiable teasing. “Fuck me damn it!”

At my request, he began driving his hard cock into me. He had every intention of continuing until he had nothing left to offer. His deep hard thrusts gave new meaning to the saying, “Hurts so good.” It wasn’t long before I was pounding against him in perfect unison. I abandoned the need to touch myself, when I realized both hands would be needed to steady myself against his driving force. I held on tightly to the brick support I found necessary, while my sanity slipped between the cracks of the wall. Our impending climax heightened. I was so close.

The climatic quiver began in my toes and vibrated throughout my entire body. The intensity seemed to double once it reached my pussy. I could feel it throb involuntarily around his shaft. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Thrusting into me one final time he emptied his load into my depths. He pressed against me exhausted allowing my orgasm to milk him dry.

His spent member slipped slowly from between my legs, as it was still very sensitive to touch. I turned toward him and began to readjust my clothing. A smile was upon both our faces. I guess I could assume confidently, that both of us were completely satisfied with the night’s outcome. He fastened the button on his pants. “So, are you planning on going in?” he asked. He nodded towards the back door that people had been using all night. “Or would you prefer to go somewhere else?”

That little devilish grin formed on my lips once again, as I replied, “Somewhere else sounds like a lot more fun. You coming?”

“You know I will.”

Stalking Can Be Fun

Posted by: MsPsycho on: June 17, 2009

This story, like most all others on my site, is purely a work of fiction from a writers mind that is sometimes not always stable, but she stills enjoys a good naughty story. No harm to any actual person will every occur.

She wasn’t following you, but I was. I was watching you as you drove down the highway, turning left and then back right. I see where you’re going. Into the store for a quick drink, and maybe a little chatting with the cute girl standing in line. Then a stop at the smoke shop for a pack of cigarettes to smoke during the times when you are bored out of your mind and waiting on some criminal to break the law. After all, you’ve got to use those shinny new cuffs for something.

Are you watching me? I’m watching you. Are you afraid of me? You might want to be.

Some people will tell that preparation is the key, and they are not totally wrong, still I prefer the spur of the moment decision in picking out a random officer to stalk. Then I’ll watch him for days, learning the times when he is at home, where he goes when he leaves, writing down all the important notes in my spiral bound notebook to study later. Personally, I don’t won’t a defenseless victim… That’s why I target law enforcement… I want someone who will try to fight back.

The most important factor in successful stalking is not getting so close that your target figures out you’re following them. If they figure out you’re following them, they will bolt like a scared little rabbit, ruining in future plans of torture to your victim.

Next follow them home. Once you’ve found out where he lives, you can easily monitor when he is at home and when he is working. Making it easy to find the right time to creep into his house and maybe remove a few personal items to keep as trophies, or just to touch and smell later. Since they are in law enforcement, doing something to draw them away from their house is a easy thing to accomplish.
Just make sure you study the layout of his house while there, that way when you return it won’t be a problem navigating your way around in the dark.

It’s also a lot of fun looking through his windows later… you watch him as he stands beside his bed and removes the keys hanging from the front of his belt, along with the extra set of cuffs hanging in the back. He slowly removes the belt from around his waist that holds his weapon on the right side of his body. He then removes his badge from over his heart and sets it gently on the table near his bed along with the pen he has used that day to write law breakers citations. He removes his radio and then unbuttons the front of his shirt, exposing the bullet proof vest underneath. Carefully he removes the straps and tosses the vest onto a chair sitting in the corner. He stands there in only a black tee-shirt and his pants with the many pockets, each filled with various items needed to fulfill his duty requirements.

I observe my target and establish his routine. I may even find him online so I can learn his habits, what he likes and doesn’t like. I want to know what he knows. Eat where he eats. I want to watch him each day and night as he finishes removing the last few articles of clothing from his body, exposing his fully nude body. Is it then that he feels the most vulnerable? Should I attack him then?

It was all too easy, I thought with a wide smile across my face. He had just gotten off duty and would probably be standing next to his bed getting ready to make love to his wife. As his wife watches him removing his uniform, I was busy cutting the main phone line into the house and then unlocking the side door leading into his garage. Walking silently into the dark garage, I find the door leading into the kitchen. There was no need for a light of any sort because I had been in his house many times before and easily knew where everything was located.

Suddenly there was a flash of a light being turned on, and the sound of a man’s voice broke through the quiet night air.

“Who’s there?” his deep voice shouted from the other side of the room.

I froze for a second, and then looked up to see it was my prey standing there in nothing but his boxers. For a man in his forties, he still looked really good and was in great psychical shape.

“Hey!” he shouted, “What are you doing in here?!?”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a .38. “Don’t move or do anything crazy, and everyone will be just fine.”

Walking up behind him, I could see his lovely wife Susan wearing only an oversized nightshirt. “What’s going on James?” his wife said as she peaked over his right shoulder.

I quickly ordered them to put their hands up and to walk over to the middle of the now brightly lit dining room.

“What are you going to do to us?” Officer James asked with a shaken voice.
“Just go, we won’t say anything!!” his wife pleaded.

“Yeah sure, lady. Like I’m going to believe that,” I replied a bit skeptical. I had to do something to make sure that they never say anything to anybody. Suddenly a smile came across my face when I noticed a video camera sitting on the kitchen countertop. I turned the camera on and pointed it at both of them.

“Now, we’re all going to have some fun. Both of you take all your clothes off, now!!” I said pointing the camera at them with one hand and using the other to hold the gun in their direction.

They both looked at each other and then slowly removed the few clothes they had on. Even though they were both in their forties, they had kept themselves in good shape. She had dyed light blonde hair, fat tits, nice butt, and long slender legs. James had dark, short cut hair, with a trimmed beard and mustache, and was nicely muscled with just a slight paunchy belly hanging over a nice 7 inch limp cock.

“As you can tell, we have a problem here, I just can’t leave hoping you want come after me. You’ve seen my face and know who I am, so I can’t take the chance of going to jail. On the other hand, I don’t want to kill you, that’s just not my style. So, how can I be sure that you won’t try to come after me as soon as I leave here? Well, let just say I‘m going to take some rather explicit home movies of you two in action. After I leave, if the cops get called or you try to come after me personally, copies of this explicit home movie will be sent to every member of your church and a to all your family.”

“How dare you try something like that!” shouted Susan.

“Well, it’s either that, or I can just put a bullet in the back of your heads and silently walk away into the night,” I stated pointing the gun back and forth at each of their foreheads. “Take your choice!” I said with force.

They both looked at each other and realized that there was no way of getting out of being filmed.

“Let’s go into the other room and get more comfortable,” James stated trying to relax the situation.

We all walked slowly into the living room with me walking behind them, holding the gun at chest level, and the camera in my other hand.

“Where are you handcuffs?” I asked pointing the weapon at James forehead.

“In the other room, next to my uniform,” James said while trying to cover his private area with both hands when he noticed me staring at his limp cock.

I walked backwards into the room, keeping the gun pointed in their direction, and picked up two set of cuffs from a small table near the bed. I walked back into the living room and shoved James down on the sofa and roughly cuffed his hands behind his back, making sure that I had over tighten them. He winched in pain, but refused to complain about how tight they were. That made me smile. I liked men who could take a good dose of pain.

I flipped James over on the couch, and then ordered his wife to suck his cock until it was hard. I had fantasized, wrote about, and dreamed about being the one tasting his sweet juice on my lips. I wanted to touch myself as I watched Susan lowered her head into her husbands lap and take his soft cock into her mouth.

“Take him deeper into your throat,” I ordered.

Susan looked up at her husbands face with scared eyes, but quickly took him full into her mouth, causing her husband to moan out loud. I watched through the view finder on the camera as her head went up and down on his now semi-hard cock. I zoomed in on the pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock when Susan pulled her mouth off his cock.

Heat was boiling up from deep inside my own cunt, and I could feel my underwear slowly getting wet.

“Play with your pussy,” I ordered Susan as she continued lapping at his sweet cock. Her hand quickly found her clit and began rubbing it around in little circles, making her moan as she swallowed the officers now fully erect cock. I zoomed the camera in again as I watched Susan spread her legs wider and insert her middle finger. James began breathing hard as his wife worked up and down his now fully hard cock.

My own slit was on fire and needed attention.

I sat the camera in the middle of the room on a chair, making sure the entire scene was still being filmed, and walked over to the sofa. I took the second set of cuffs and placed them tightly on his wife. Then I held onto the gun with one hand and with my other I removed all my lower clothing. I stood over him at gunpoint and ordered him to lick my pussy.

I could feel the heat of his breath close to my cunt and then warmth of his tongue snaked across my clit slowly, making me almost drop the gun.

I ordered Susan to continue sucking on his cock while he hungrily lapped at my sweet pussy juice. After a few minutes, I could tell officer James was ready to empty his load when he began aggressively sucking hard on my clit. Not wanting to waste the load in his wife’s mouth, I quickly pulled my cunt away and ordered his wife to stop.

I pointed the weapon at them as I slowly stepped over James and straddled his body. I position myself over his cock and slowly let it slide into my wet, aching pussy. James moaned out loud as my cunt wrapped around his cock snuggly. While I waited for my pussy to adjusted to his huge, thick cock, I ordered Susan to sit on the officers face. Without hesitation he began greedily lapping as his wife’s pussy.

He began thrusting his cock upward as I calmly sat on his cock watching him suck on his wife’s clit. Susan closed her eyes and spread her legs wider for officer James. I could see by the look in her eyes that she knew it was useless trying to resist having an orgasm. I watched as James pushed his face harder against his wife’s cunt. He nibbled, licked, and sucked on her harden clit. When she gave way and began to cum, James began thrusting his cock harder and deeper into my wet cunt. I could see him inhaling the aroma of the fresh pussy juice dripping down from his wife’s cunt.

Seeing this, I began matching his thrust as his hard cock went in and out of my throbbing cunt. James lapped at his wife’s cum that was dripping down from deep inside. I could feel the big head of his cock swell as it forced its way deeper into my tight cunt. James began increasing the pace of his strokes, bucking his hips upward fast and hard. He slammed his thick meat deep into my pussy walls and let loose a massive load of built up cum.

When he finished releasing his load, I pulled off him and ordered Susan to lick our mixed juices from his cock. I walk over and pick up the camera and begin zooming in on her cleaning his cock. As his cock begins to harden again, I see her squirming around, aching to be fucked.

Keeping my gun pointed at James, I order him to sit up while I move the cuffs to the front. He let’s out a sigh of relief when remove the tight cuffs from his red swollen wrist. I then removed Susan’s cuffs and placed them in front. I still wanted control, but I also wanted a good show.

“Remember now, don’t do anything crazy, or I might have to use this,” I said pointing the gun back and forth between him and Susan. “Now, I want a some good porn to watch for later, so you better do a good job and fuck her until I cum.”

I sat the camera on a side table and positioned so it could get a close up of the two fucking, while I sat on the sofa, holding the gun in one hand and playing with my pussy with my other hand. “I want to see some really nice deep doggy style, with lot’s of moaning. I want some really nice sound for later.”

Handcuffed in the front he slowly slid up behind her, grasped his cock and slid the tip up and down her opening until it gave way. I could just image how her pussy must have felt like a heated silk glove. He slid it all the way to the hilt and held it there as she moaned out loud. He withdrew it and slammed it hard back into her tight, wet cunt. She yelped out as he deliberately thrust forth hard with each stroke.

She began gasping and groaning with each thrust as her pussy gripped his thick cock. As I limply held the gun in their direction, I spread my legs wider and began massaged my clit. As he fucked her harder, I began shoving two fingers deep inside my cunt, digging out the sweet juice and rubbing it against my swollen clit. I needed more to achieve the orgasm that I wanted.

“I want you to fuck her in the ass,” I say waving the gun in their direction.

Susan begins to protest, but shuts up when James begins rubbing the head of his cock over her tight ass. I pick up the camera and zoom in at her facial expressions. I see the fear in her face, as he begins applying pressure to her tight virgin opening. I hear him whispering to her to relax as he uses her cum to lubricate her anal opening, and then he begins slowly sliding his thick shaft deep into her cavity. I can see by the look in his eyes that he has always wanted anal, but she had obviously refused in the past. Now, she was left with no choice. Either do as she was told or risk being shot.

I keep the camera focused on Susan’s face as she lets out a wild scream when her opening slowly gives way, and James is deep inside. My other hand releases the gun, and instead finds my warm, moist opening. As I watch through the camera, Susan let’s out screams of pain and pleasure as James slowly works his thick shaft in and out of her tight opening. He begins rocking her ass hard as she tries to steady her handcuffed body.

I cum hard as I try to steadily film Susan laying almost flat on her face. She cries out like a wild animal and begins thrashing back against his massive cock. James looks at me and sees that I’ve dropped the gun, but he doesn’t stop. Instead a big smile comes across his face and he begins grunting like an animal, thrusting hard into his wife’s ass. I can see her massaging her clit as James slams harder into her ass. She closes her eyes and cries out as she begins squirting cum from her drenched pussy. James roars out loud and gives one last hard thrust as he shoots his sweet load deep into his wife’s ass.

By the time they turn around, the only thing left behind is a set of handcuff keys. I am already gone out the side door with the camera in hand. It will be a wonderful trophy for later…. Hehe.

Why ‘Weird’ Sex Fantasies Are Good For You

Posted by: MsPsycho on: May 29, 2009

Having sexual fantasies is an absolutely normal, if not necessary, part of being a sexual being. It’s not having them that is aberrant.

If you want to enliven your next dinner party, bring out this question: what was the subject of your last sexual fantasy?

Forks and jaws might drop, but only because almost everyone in attendance will be recreating the scene last played in their head, or claiming that they don’t fantasize, or claiming to only fantasize about their partner. However, chances are everyone at the table (assuming you’re not dining at a senior center) has erotic and illicit fantasies, and does so on a normal basis. But rarely, if ever, do we want to talk about it.

Titillating Taboo

Sexually fantasies are something we rarely discuss, even among good friends. Our deepest sexual thoughts are often considered too weird, perverse, or just plain wrong to be shared amongst polite company; fantasizing might indicate there is something wrong with our relationships, or worse, ourselves. But research indicates that having sexual fantasies is an absolutely normal, if not necessary, part of being a sexual being. It’s not having them that is aberrant.

Large research studies indicate that almost everyone fantasizes and almost none of us talk about it. While researching his book, Who’s Been Sleeping in Your Head: The Secret World of Sexual Fantasies, Brett Kahr, a psychologist based in the UK, anonymously surveyed 18,000 people in Britain and America. He asked them questions about the frequency and content of their fantasies and found that nine out of ten people have sexual fantasies. What’s more, he believes the remaining tenth person has them too, but is too embarrassed to admit it.

Even those of us that admit to fantasizing are reluctant to discuss what it is that gets us going. Ninety-five percent of the research subjects had never detailed their fantasies to another person. While some fantasies might be better left undisclosed — such as revealing to a new partner that you think about an ex while having sex with him — we don’t even talk about our imaginative sexual escapades with friends. Erotic fantasy is taboo.

Wine Me, Dine Me, 69 Me

Many people suffer shame and guilt about the perverse nature of their fantasies, even though what we think of as “perverse” may actually be quite common. Though a typical and unremarkable fantasy for both men and women is dreaming about sex with their current partner, Kahr also found that bondage, incest, sadomasochism, and voyeurism are also part of the varied fantasy life of “normal” people.

Shame regarding sexual fantasies may stem from earlier notions about the role of fantasy in our lives. In the 1900s, some psychoanalysts interpreted “kinky” sexual fantasies as being caused by “kinky” desires or wishes. Strange fantasies were often treated as pathology.

But we now know that fantasies are no more pathologic than masturbation. They allow us to think about doing something we would never actually do, or about things we’ve done before and would like to do again. (An ex-flame, for instance.) They allow us to sleep with celebrities. (You and me, Robert Downey Jr., just you and me.) Furthermore, fantasy may help our sex lives by increasing desire and arousal; those who fantasize frequently also tend to have more sex. And cerebral foreplay has certainly helped millions (billions? trillions?) of masturbations end in success.

Safe Sex

Kahr also found that sometimes fantasy is a way of putting a positive spin on a negative childhood memory. For instance, he describes a happily married woman whose fantasies help turn memories of sexual abuse by an older brother into an arousing experience. In this way, fantasy can be a coping mechanism. However, even if you fantasize about abuse, it doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a survivor of abuse or want it to happen. Women may fantasize about being dominated by a stranger, but we are able to control every one of their actions. Our minds are a safe place to try new and risky deeds without ever getting hurt. In the book, Arousal: The Secret Logic of Sexual Fantasies, Michael Bader writes, “Safety is the concept that functions as the key to unlocking the meaning of our fantasies.” Being bound and gagged by a dominating partner may not seem safe, but somewhere in the unconscious, submission is desired.

All this is somewhat reassuring. Rather than feeling guilty about thinking about another person while having sex with your partner, we can see it as a way to help spice up the sex, without committing any transgressions. Just keep it in your head.

A Walk in the Park

Posted by: MsPsycho on: April 16, 2009

I was slowly taking my time strolling through the park, just minding my own business. My mind was lost in the thoughts of stressful day. My computer had crashed that morning, my son called to tell me he had lost his job, I had a flat tire on the way to the store, my boyfriend of over 2 years called to tell me he was moving out of state, and he was breaking up with me. I briefly considered jumping off the tallest building I could find, but decided it probably wouldn’t be high enough to actually kill me, and would only leave me in a more fucked up state than I was already in. So, instead I shrugged it all off, and went for a long walk in the park to help clear my mind.

I strolled past a tree lined area, where shrubbery grew tall alongside the path. It was completely dark, with only a hint of moonlight casting long eerie shadows. I heard nothing except for the loud sound of my feet rustling through the leaves, and the steady thumping of my heartbeat. I stop to listen and heard several frogs croaking in the direction of a small stream. In another direction I heard the twittering of a bird landing in it’s nest, and far off in the distance I heard the sounds of traffic steadily on the move. I walk a little farther along the path and stop again. This time I hear someone else’s footsteps not far ahead me, and realize I’m not the only one in the park on a late April night.

I began pondering the possibility that it could be a mugger, or a rapist, stalking me as their prey. But I had been to the park many times in the past and never had a problem, so I just continued on at my leisurely pace feeling safe in my surroundings.

As I rounded the curve in the pathway, just ahead of me I see a tall figure sit down on a bench. I think to myself, whoever it was, they must have been the one who was the source of the footsteps that I had heard. Like me, just some other lonely soul, out on a late night, looking for answers to all those why questions in life.

As I get closer, my eyes begin to focus in and I discovered the other person is a man, with dark hair, nicely dressed, but with a lonely look on his face.

“Hello,” I say politely as I start to pass.

“Well, hello there,” he’s says with a deep voice and wide smile across his face. His tone is warm, welcoming, and trusting.

I hesitate, but then I turn toward him, and instantly become interested in what I see. I look at him and smile as I toss back my long blonde hair over my shoulder. I look into his brown soft eyes, and I see his recent pain and sorrow. I study his deep facial features and determine he’s around my age of early 40’s.

“Nice evening for a walk,” I say starting up the conversation.

“Yes it is,” he says smiling again. He looks me over from head to toe, up and down, making me feel almost self conscious. I feel slightly embarrassed by the silence and the inspection, that I turn to go.

“You want to have some fun?” he ask, and reaches out for my hand. I begin to wonder who this stranger is, and why he was in the park so late at night.

“Fun?” I say. “What kind of fun?”

“You know the type of fun I’m talking about. The type of fun that you are always writing about on your blog,” he says with a naughty look in his eyes.

My heart begins to race and I wonder what the stranger has in mind as he gets up and approaches me.

“I’m the type of person who gets a thrill from doing naughty things in places where someone might just catch you in the act,” he says as he stands his 6’3” body up from the bench. He leans in towards me, standing mere inches from my face. I detect the odor of his cologne, and it instantly sends chills throughout my body as I inhaled the heavenly odor deeply.

As I stare into his face, his lips form the words, “I want to fuck you,” with a erotic soft grin. My eyes widen with a bit of shock, but at the same moment I felt a thrill shoot from my chest to down between my thighs.

As if suspecting I might be hesitant, he gently reached over, took my hand and placed it under his tee-shirt, allowing me to feel the rippling muscles in his chest. He then placed my other hand on his huge bulge in the front of his pants. His gorgeous body was irresistible feeling as I ran my hand over his bare chest. He then kissed me lightly on the lips and then trailed his tongue down over my neck, sending goose bumps down my spine. It was as if he knew everything about me, and all the things that turned me on. My mind and body began screaming that I had to have him deep inside me. I wanted to touch every part of his body, feel the blood pumping through his veins, and absorb the heat coming from his life force.

He took my soft breasts in his hands, and cupped them as he tauntingly squeezed my nipples.

“Who are you?” I asked. “And how do you know who I am? Are you in law enforcement?” I asked wondering if maybe he was just there to find out my true identity and arrest me for some crime.

He leaned back and laughed, “I’m just someone who came across your blog one day, and …let’s just say I find you extremely interesting. I did a little study of your blog and discovered when it was most likely that I would find you here. And I just felt compelled to meet you, so here I am.”

He pressed up against me and slid his hand up between my legs, caressing the outline of my vagina as he leaned in and kissed me softly. I felt myself sink deeper into his comforting body, as I continued to inhale deeply the aroma of his cologne.

My hand made its way back to his trousers, and feeling for the zipper I quickly opened the front of his pants and grasp his long, thick cock. He eagerly sucked on my tongue as I removed his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. I knelt down on the pathway and took him fully into my mouth, smelling the cologne on his cock where he had oblivious touched himself after putting on the rich deep scent.

I licked him over and under, up and down, sucking on the head of his cock like a lollipop. He held onto the back of my hair as his cock went in and out of my warm wet mouth. I could tell he was getting weak in the knees as I manipulated his cock around in little circles. I let my teeth graze across him lightly, as my tongue teased the underside of the head. I pressed my face deep against him so I could get to his balls. He groaned out loud as my wet soft mouth nibbled lightly on his balls, then I took him fully into my mouth, letting him easily hit the back of my throat with his long thick cock.

I then stood up and he kissed my mouth deeply again. He grasped me roughly and pulled me tightly against his warm, strong body. He trailed his fingers lightly over my neck, down towards my chest and stuck his hand down the front of my shirt. He began teasing my nipples by pinching, tugging and caressing them between his fingers.

I was clinging to him as he moved me toward the shadows near a blanket laying on the ground. He buried his face into my neck, as his hands squeezed my tits. The warm fresh scent of his breath sent chills throughout my body. We both began moaning loudly as he slowly pushed me down towards the ground, removing my shirt as he did. He reached under my bra and pulled my breasts free as he eagerly took them one at a time into his hot mouth.

With my free hand I worked my pants and underwear down in one quick motion, allowing him free access to my moist opening. I almost came when he slid a finger across my clit and began massaging it in little short circles. I began to growl and moan like an animal the closer I came to cumming.

He pulled he pants down just far enough to fully expose his beautiful penis and nice firm ass. My nails begin to dig into his ass cheeks, as he began grinding his hips across my cunt, letting me feel his cock grow to full length. He spread my legs wide and slid the head of his cock into my opening, making me moan out loud. He then quickly began fucking me hard, slamming his cock full length in and out of my throbbing cunt. We sounded like wild animals fucking in the night air.

I turned around and had him lay flat on his back so I could ride him and have control of where his cock hit inside my pussy. I could tell he was enjoying the intense pleasure of me grinding on top of his cock. I undid the front of his shirt and slid my nails across his chest, which cause him to start pumping his cock up into my cunt. I worked his cock around and around in my pussy until it felt like my insides were on fire. I was close to cumming when he turned me around doggy style and pushed his cock deep inside my walls.

I let out loud screams of pleasure as he slammed his cock deep inside me with all the strength he had. Within minutes I started cumming hard, squeezing his cock deep inside my cunt. He grabbed my hips and pulled them back on his cock with every thrust, trying to go even deeper. The second time I began to cum, I screamed out loud enough to pierce the night, that I was sure someone had heard me and would come thinking I was being raped.

My cunt tightened around him as I came, he thrust a couple more hard times and then let loose what must have been a months build up of cum. I could feel it hitting the back wall of my pussy, filling me with his rich creamy love soup. The sensation was exquisite, and left me feeling drained. I slid my clothes quickly back on and collapsed in the arms of my stranger as he nuzzled my neck, and kissed me lightly.

I awoke to my face feeling wet from the beginning of the morning dew on the grass in the park. I shivered with a light chill. I sat up remembering my encounter and grinned to myself. I had never had such a wonderful experience in my life. I began to wonder if I had just fallen asleep and dreamed the whole incident. I drove back to my place and climbed into bed feeling suddenly more exhausted than I had felt in weeks.

When I woke up, the sun was shinning warmly on my face, but I also noticed my neck felt hot, liked maybe I had been burnt. I slowly pulled myself out of bed and headed for the bathroom. There I washed my face and saw the large hicky on my neck. I looked myself over and found the usual love marks, a broken nail or two, light bruises on the inside of both my thighs where he had held my legs open wide and fucked my cunt like it was the last time he would ever fuck. Then I felt my cunt, and knew it wasn’t just a dream. His love gravy was still leaking from inside my walls, soaking my panties. I took a long, hot soapy bath, and then got ready to head out the door. Maybe I’ll just go for another long walk in the park.

Sex Cartoon

Posted by: MsPsycho on: April 6, 2009

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Take Me

Posted by: MsPsycho on: April 5, 2009

I’ve always want to be blindfolded. The ability to know what was coming next, taken away, leaving me wondering what you are going to do, and where you will touch me next.

 Give me another man to fuck. Push me on all fours and take me from behind as I take his cock into my mouth. Wonder which cock I am enjoying more. Let him pin me down while you have your way with me. Switch up and see how much I can take.

Don’t fall in love with me. Fall in love with being with me. Enjoy the time, crave the connection. The sex can be slow and tender. Thoughtful and sugar sweet. The laughter and easy conversation part of the whole.

I want to spend time with you. Locked away from the world and the cares. To do naughty things in corners and on counters. To walk around naked and bare and fuck as I please. Wake me up with your hard cock demanding attention. Let me bring you breakfast in bed.

Take me to lakes where I can strip down and dive in. Take me to mountains where I can climb to the top after I’ve climbed into you. Take me home. Take me to bed. Let me take you to heaven.

Take control of me. Give me your trust and I will give you my submission. Tell me in a whisper or tell me in a growl. I don’t want choices. I don’t want you to hesitate. Know what I need. Give me what you’ve got. My ass rubbing against your crotch and your hands full of my tits. Skin and soul exposed and offered up.

 

Who Was My Mystery Man?

Posted by: MsPsycho on: April 3, 2009

I awoke when a beam of sunlight peered its way into the darken, unknown bedroom. I had a pounding headache, and no recall of where I was at, who’s bed I was sleeping in, or even what I had done the night before. The bed I was laying in was comfortable, and the sheets smelled freshly washed, so that in itself kept me from panicking.

At that moment, I realized I was completely naked and pulled the cover snuggly around my body. As I moved my legs I could feel the moistness left behind after having sex. But with who?!? Random images began flashing through my mind.

Eyes wide, I stared towards the light that was creeping in through a window shade, and determined it had to be somewhere around 9am. Which was early still, since I had no where to really go that I could recall at that moment. So, I just laid there enjoying the silence of the moment, but almost fearing turning over to see if anyone was laying beside me.

I finally began recalling going to the bar with a couple of girlfriends, and while there we met a few guys who bought us several rounds of drinks, until I eventually lost count of how many I had consumed. I had flashes of a mans face, around age 35, with short dark military style cut hair, a well-trim mustache, and what looked like a body in really good shape. If I remembered right, my friend Tammy was talking to him the last time I could recall seeing them.

A second guy, around the same age, was dancing with Anna. He was tall, like the other guy, but with short brown hair, and he wasn’t in as good as shape as the guy Tammy was with. Still, I remember thinking he looked like someone I would enjoy fucking for several hours.

My mind was pounding trying to recall the other person, the one I must have gone home with. I saw images of a guys face, who if I remembered correctly was very sexy. He was around 40, with short, thinning dark hair, and a mustache with a nicely trimmed thin lined beard. The rest of his body was just as nice. I could tell he kept himself in good physical shape by looking at his well-defined arm muscles from across the bar room.

He looked like the type of man I would love to fuck anytime of the day, until I saw him stand up. He was only around 5’7”, which I consider very short for a man. I’m 5’9”, and I’ve never dated anyone shorter than me. It just leaves me feeling to uncomfortable thinking that people are staring at us for that reason. Plus, in my mind, I always think, short person, short dick.

So, if it wasn’t him that I hooked up with, who was the person who had my cunt aching from obliviously fucking most of the night? My mind was spinning trying to recall the night before. Images of my legs being pushed up high above my head, and some man pounding away at my pussy, sent goose bumps across my naked body. I remember spreading my legs as wide as they would go, as he rammed his cock deeper into my pussy. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the muscles tighten as he pumped in and out. I grabbed his ass and clawed my nails into his tight ass cheeks, forcing him deeper still, into my aching walls.

I was making myself horny just thinking about who I had fucked in my drunken state. Finally, I got up enough nerve to turn over and see if anyone was laying beside me in the bed. I was disappointed when I discovered no one laying there, but someone had been there. I could still smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne on the pillow. It sent shivers across my body as I inhaled the aroma.

Who was my mystery man? I arose from the bed and found my clothes laying in a pile at the end of the bed. I picked them up and walked into the bedroom bathroom and took a short shower, hoping that would give my mystery man a moment to reappear. I snooped into his medicine cabinet hoping to get some clue to the mans identity, but found nothing but a few vitamins, and something for headaches, which I quickly opened and took two.

I finished and walked into the unknown surroundings of the living room. There were a few pictures on the wall, but none that showed me what my mystery man looked like. Whoever he was, he was a very clean person, which was another turn on for me. Everything was put away in it’s own place, as if no one lived there at all.

Finally, I walked into the kitchen for a drink of water, when I saw my keys to my car and a note sitting on a table… “Sorry I had to leave, but I got a call from work. Had a great time and would love to see you again. Give me a call. My number is 555-0911.”

I picked up the note, folded it over, and then placed it in my back pocket. Smiling I walked out the door and headed for my car parked outside. I was in a nice neighborhood, with lots of houses around, but I didn’t recognize where I was at. I drove a few blocks away before I finally figured I wasn’t far from my house. I almost couldn’t wait to get home and call the number to find out who my mystery man was.

I walked into the quiet, loneliness of my house and picked up the phone. I reached into my back pocket for the note, but it wasn’t there. I searched in my car to see if it had fallen out, but I had no luck. Whoever my mystery stranger was I would have to find out another day.

Usual Day of Getting Off

Posted by: MsPsycho on: March 22, 2009

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True Confession: Sent to me by a good friend

I masturbate so often that you’ve got to wonder I have time for anything else, but it never affects my social or working life. I’ve never missed anything in favor of a quick fingering, but work my pleasure in around my life. It just so happens I can get a lot of pleasuring done in that time. The most times I ever masturbated was when I discovered a porn scene last year that got me so horny that I had a ’session’ literally about once every 5 to 10 minutes during an hour before I had to go out for dinner. I counted them – I enjoyed 10 sessions in an hour, and came at least once, and up to three times per session.

I also fuck as often as I can. I’m always careful, and always use protection except with a few good fuck-buddies, but I love nothing more than to take random guys and girls home and enjoy the literal pleasures of their company. I’ve had good ones and bad ones, but always love it. I don’t go more than a day without a good fuck.

To give you an idea of how much I masturbate, here’s a breakdown of what I did yesterday, which was an average day for me. First I woke up, and started by using my fingers through the material of the pyjama shorts I wore to bed, then lay on my hand for a little, grinding, then slid a pillow under me and rubbed til I came.

Then I got up and made breakfast, rubbing myself against practically every surface until I sat down to eat. While I ate and drank coffee, I idly played with my clit through my shorts, then went to shower. While in there, I enjoyed myself with my soap and used the suds to get myself off, then squatted down and fingered myself while I held the shower head on my clit. Then I finished up and got ready for work.

I missed my bus, and had 20 minutes to wait, so I went back inside, pulled up my skirt and did myself doggy against a suction-cup dildo on my wall while I waited, then just as I was pulling my skirt down again there was a knock at the door and a package arrived – I soon found this was another toy I’d ordered – this strap-on one I took a fancy to, which came with a little vibrator that slid inside you, another one that sat on your clit and an optional vibrating anal plug. I got wet again just thinking about it and while I didn’t have time to get myself ready fror the anal plut, I quickly pulled off my panties, wriggled into the harness (which I was pleased to note left the external vibrator very firmly against my clit, and the internal one was a really nice size, and filled me up perfectly, without being too big for extended wear). I pulled on some panties better suited to hiding what I was wearing and muffling the sound and ran for the train, which is a further walk from my house but the next option if I miss the bus.

I was enjoying the walk to the train station as the vibrators in me and on me rubbed deliciously, not even turned on, with each step and while I didn’t reach cum, by the time I got to the station my panties were wet and pleasuable sensations were running through me. Once I got on the train and grabbed a seat, I waited a bit then turned the vibrator on, which was quiet as a mouse, but extremely powerful. I came three times by the time I got to my stop, and would have more if it wasn’t for the ticket seller/inspector wandering down to my end a few times.

I got to work, and between the start of the day and my first break, break and lunch, lunch and next break and my last break and end of work I came once each, but didn’t want to distract myself from my job, so left it at that. During lunch I met up with one of my fuck buddies for lunch, but figured I’d eat my sandwich at my desk. Instead he and I made our way to one of the bathrooms in my building which was never used by anyone, since it wasn’t a very nicely kept one – so it was nice and private when we went into the larger disabled stall. I took off my shirt and skirt so they wouldn’t get sweaty, wriggled out of the vibrator and after some extensive cock sucking, deep throating and having my pussy eaten, we fucked in a few positions for about half an hour then he came inside me (don’t fret, we totally play it safe). I slipped the strapon toy back inside while his cum was still inside which I love doing, because it makes me feel a little bit more dirty. Then I cleaned myself up and we both went back to our respective jobs.

After work, I got off a couple of more times while on the train home, then immediately got naked and impaled myself hard and fast on one of my larger (12 inch!) beasts, desperate for another deep dicking. After a few satisfying explosions I went to cook dinner, but realised I was out of what I needed and had nothing else, so I ordered pizza. I played a bit more, then removed toys from sight for when the delivery boy got there, then pulled on a little skirt and a shirt for modesty’s sake when I answered the door. I was grinding on the arm of the couch when he arrived with the pizza.

Unfortunately, I then found I was a bit short-changed and the guy (who was about 19) didn’t know what to do in this situation, so I offered him another solution. This leads into my other fetish for fucking practically anyone, anytime, anywhere. I sat on my kitchen bench and lifted my skirt to show my very wet pussy. He was visibly hard at the time, and bright red, and declined with a lot of stuttering, so I grabbed his hand and sucked his fingers, then slid two of them inside me and masturbated for a moment with them, then pulled down his zip with my toe and worked his erection out. I got on my knees and sucked him for a minute, the slipped a condom on him, sat back on the bench with my legs apart and pulled him roughly into me. The kid barely lasted 10 minutes, but made up for it by having what seemed like the perfect size to get me off hard. He came and I licked him clean, then he left saying he’ll cover the cost. Good boy!

I ate pizza and watched TV, then eventually went to bed having another finger before I fell asleep. So, the tally? By my count, 22 climaxes and a few assorted moments of pleasure without climax.

Sitting next to me is my little black book, which has the names and talents of a few guys and girls (and one tranny) that I’ve fucked and wanted to keep track of, and the names of four regulars I have – two guys and two girls. One guy and girl are marked with an F, for ‘fucker’ and the other guy and girl are marked L for Lover. I think I’ll call Steve today – he’s an F, and the symbols on his page tell me that I’m gonna be tied up and fucked, roughly, for a very satisfying night tonight.

Things a good girl shouldn’t be envisioning

Posted by: MsPsycho on: March 20, 2009

It began…

when I opened my eyes to first morning light. My hand was resting lightly between my legs and I could feel the ache of lust and the wetness underneath my fingers. First one finger, and then two, gently sliding within. My thoughts flood with images; a toy inserted, his finger slipping in my tighter hole as my toes curl, his tongue tracing the hollow of my hipbone. The need for release is unbearable.

It continued…

when I got to court and read his words. Nasty, filthy, fuck words. Scenes of past and future laid out before me in vivid detail. Building me up, pulling me under, possessing my mind. How much he enjoyed watching me play with myself in the back seat of my car recently. Skirt hiked up my hips and thigh high covered legs bent in such a way to offer the voyeur the view. Describing how I look with my throatful of his cock, curtain of long blond hair in the sunlight, licking cum covered lips.

It ended…

when I found myself leaning against the wall of the court room bathroom. Little black dress jacked up, stiletto stance wide, flimsy hot pink panties stretched mid thigh. Head back, eyes closed, fingers playing and strumming. So wet am I that my honey coats my knuckles, and slicks the inside of my thigh. Images and fantasies flash through my mind, each taking me closer to that edge, pushing me along. Dirty, raunchy thoughts. Taboo thoughts. Things a good girl shouldn’t be envisioning. But when I open my eyes and catch sight of myself…hot pink and black, nails raking my skin, legs splayed wide…it’s a nastier and naughtier image than I could dream up and I cum. Hard. Just like that. Thrown over the edge so haphazardly that a laugh follows the release of my breath.

Maybe now I can go before the Judge with a smile on my face.

THE 10 MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN A WOMAN’S LIFE

Posted by: MsPsycho on: March 16, 2009

10) The Doctor because he says, “Take off your clothes.”

9) The Dentist because he says, “Open Wide.”

8) The Hairdresser because he says, “Do you want it teased or blown.”

7) The Milkman because he says, “Do you want it in front or in back?”

6) The Interior Decorator because he says, “Once you have it all in, you’ll love it.”

5) The Banker because he says, “If you take it out to soon, you’ll lose interest.”

4) The Police Officer because he says, “Spread ‘em.”

3) The Mailman because he always delivers his package.

2) The Pilot because he takes off fast and then slows down.

1) The Hunter because he always goes deep in the bush, shoots twice and always eats what he shoots.

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