She looked around. People hurried around like ants. She watched as lovers clung to each other; kissing through veils of tears as they prepared to leave one another. Businessmen shook hands. Mothers carried bundled children and mountainous bags while running for trains. Another minute had passed. She looked again at the glowing rows of numbers, times and destinations. It was definitely platform nine and the time was definitely twelve.
She thought about their first accidental meeting. She had been looking for something. Revenge? Pleasure? She hadn't been sure. She was tired of men who acted like boys and didn't know how to give her what she wanted. She had been hurt and damaged too many times. Her value was at an all time low. She had wanted to simply forget herself for a moment. Tentatively she logged on. Which name to choose? She decided on something suitably vulnerable to mirror how she felt inside. She didn't even know what she was looking for.
She had never been in a chat room before and didn't know what to expect. Her name, pretty girl 24, she soon realised was very tame in contrast to some of the other names in that room.
She was inundated with requests – 'hi hon,' 'hey sexy,' 'asl'- she was totally lost. As she set about responding she was met with the ridiculous to the insane. Perhaps it had been a bad idea. None of these men, clearly there just to have a wank while their wives were asleep, would go anywhere towards satisfying the deep curiosity and desire that was burning within her.
She lingered for a few moments longer watching the replies flick past on the screen. The name 'Teacher' popped up suddenly. "Hey," The reply was simple and not laden with sexual innuendo like so many of the others. She thought that she liked the irony as she had just qualified as a teacher herself. Maybe he could teach her something.
"Hey," she replied. "This really sucks." A small smiley emoticon appeared. Clearly they were at least on the same level.
"I know. What is it that you are looking for exactly?" She paused, unsure of how to answer a question for which she honestly didn't know the answer.
"I don't know," another pause, "I guess I am looking for someone who knows how to take care of me. I'm tired of men who don't know what they are doing." The screen remained static for a second.
"Well, I'm sure I can provide that. Why don't you give me your messenger details?"
"I don't think so." She wasn't really prepared to take any of these men into her personal space; even if it was just on the computer.
"You should. I'm trustworthy. I promise you won't regret it."
The conversation continued along the same vein. He tried to persuade her; she tried to rebuff him. He was funny, using jokes to poke fun at the strange situation that they found themselves in. After about half an hour of chatting she agreed to let him know her name.
She could barely believe that their first meeting was six months ago and now; here she was, waiting for him to disembark a train and meet her. She could hear the grinding and squeaking of a train approaching and stood up from her warmed metal seat to gain a better view. The train slowly snaked into the station, grounding to a halt a few feet beyond the barriers. A wave of fear washed over her. Maybe she should just go? Perhaps it was a bad idea. She knew, however, that she couldn't. He had come so far to see her.
After a few minutes people started pouring from the train into the station. She scanned the faces. She was looking for one that was already so familiar and yet unknown. Suddenly, he was there, looking slightly tired and slightly concerned, until he clearly caught sight of her face in the crowd. A giant grin lit up his face and unreserved she rushed towards him, holding her arms open to feel the warmth of his embrace.
"I can't believe you are actually here." His face was shining with elation- a look that already she was familiar with. She sighed into his chest with relief. Finally, he was here with her. He extracted her from his arms and took her hand in his, rubbing the joint between her thumb and forefinger gently. "Let's go to the hotel sweetheart." He had booked a two bed apartment in the city. It was for her own safety and peace of mind he had said. If she didn't want to be with him then she could choose not to stay in a room with him. It was simple but terrifying. The idea of being alone with someone who was essentially still a stranger. Her body quivered in anticipation. A reaction to being so close to him finally. The way he looked at her, so hungry and with so much adoration, made her ache inside.
The walk to the apartment wasn't long. They exchanged stories about their journeys, the weather and their simple disbelief that they were finally seeing each other face to face. The apartment was nice and they made their way through to the living room. She threw her bag onto the floor, relieved to be rid of the heavy weight. He placed his down more carefully on the sofa and turned to face her. "Come here beautiful."
She obeyed him almost without thought and he held her, closely enveloping her within his arms. He pulled her back taking her head in his hands sweeping away strands of brown hair that had fallen onto her cheeks and running his fingers along the line of her jaw. "You know, your lips are just as full and gorgeous in person." She looked at him with adoration and examined his blue eyes, which were looking at her so earnestly, noting how his cheeks became full as he smiled at her. She lightly traced her hands along the arms that held her. Her head swam as he leaned down to kiss her. Gently at first, searching for a response from her. Months of passion welled up in her stomach and she kissed his back fiercely.
"Baby," he groaned under his breath as he kissed her back mirroring her passion with her own.
"I wanted you for so long." She forced her body and lips against him as she spoke the words. Again, he responded to her intensity, pushing her up against the apartment wall. Heat emanated from his body and she ran her hands along the crisp edge of his shirt while he moved his hands down over the curve of her chest. He pulled back only for a second to gaze at her wildly, squeezing her ass and pulling her closer.
"Feels as good as I imagined," he threw a quite smile, "now are you going to give me what I want baby?" Without waiting for an answer his hands moved to the front of her thighs, lifting her short denim skirt to reveal her delicate lace knickers. She whimpered as the touch evoked another surge of wetness within her already wet and hot pussy. She inhaled slightly as his fingers found the edge of her knickers and pulled them aside. "You're all wet honey. Tell me why you're so wet?" As he said it he rubbed gently over her swollen clit making her groan. "Well?" He paused, "Do you want me to fuck you? Is that why?" She could barely let out a gasp of a yes. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me." The words escaped her lips as a high pitched moan. He kissed her harder on the mouth as he slid both hands underneath her skirt and pulled her knickers down to below her knees. His fingers found the wetness of her tight hole and she groaned with satisfaction.
"I need you so much." Her breathing increased in pace to match her rampaging heart rate. Slowly, he slid his fingers inside of her and she could feel her wetness run over it.
With his other hand he started to clumsily undo the buttons on his jeans revealing his boxer shorts underneath. Without hesitation, he pulled his already hard cock out and glided his hand towards it. As the chill of her hand touched its smooth warm exterior he released a growling breath into her neck.
He lifted her leg to the side, allowing his body to push closer into hers. He withdrew his fingers from her throbbing pussy and gently traced his wet fingers along the line of her lips. Automatically she opened her mouth to taste the warm juices. She was aware of his hard cock pushing at the opening of her pussy.
"Does it taste good baby?" She moaned a barely coherent yes and he kissed her hard on the mouth. "You do taste good." He pushed closer into her lifting her slightly so that she was almost sitting on the tip of his cock. She pushed harder against him, wanting to feel his hardness push into her already tightened and pulsating hole. He responded, pushing in further still, making her gasp. Already she could feel the pressure building within her and she laid her head back against the wall, feeling the pressure
building, waiting for the orgasm that she knew would happen too quickly. She could tell that he could sense her immediacy and he kissed her deeply again.
"Come on baby, cum for me." Whether it was being given permission or the hard friction of him within her she could feel herself cum almost immediately onto his cock. Her legs started to quiver as he continued to push deep inside her. He gripped her tighter and having seen her cum was pushing himself to orgasm.
"I want you to fill me with your cum." She shuddered again as another wave overtook her. "Please, please, I need it so badly inside me." Through half closed eyes she watched as he let go and filled her with his hot thick cum. He slumped against her on the wall, still inside her, both of them enjoying the pleasure of the closeness between them. After a moment he began kissing her neck and cheek.
"I've wanted that for so long. I can't believe you are here and that you are mine." He pulled himself out and pulled her over to the sofa. Come here darling. She pulled herself closer to him, rubbing her hands underneath his partially undone shirt. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of his heartbeat that was slowly beginning to calm itself. She thought that it might be the start of a long affair.
The End.
Uncut is Better
If you were to tell Judy she had a fetish, she would probably say you were crazy. To her a fetish is a man who wears panties or maybe a woman who flashes in public. However, if you were to ask one of her really close friends they would say she defiantly had a problem. For you see Judy has a thing for uncircumcised men almost to the point of refusing to fuck a man with a cut cock. She is famous among her friends for the way she cops a feel before she will go out with guy. She tries not to be obvious but if she can't happen to bump into him, she just reaches out, and grabs him. If she can feel that corona around the head of his dick, it's see you later Charlie.
Most of her friends will tell you Judy is a great girl and always a lot of fun to go out with no matter where. She laughs easily but not loud and obnoxious, also she has no problem with being a friend's wingman when needed. Although not many would call her beautiful she is cute, and with her dainty body and her perky smile, she has no problems attracting men. Her light blue eyes and dark hair set off each other well as she likes to say, "Blondes attract boys and brunettes attract men."
As for the fetish she claims she doesn't have, I believe it started out as a novelty with the first uncut man she fucked. Judy had already been with quite a few sexual partners before her first uncircumcised encounter and to her; a dick was merely a sexual device to get off with and nothing more. To tell the truth she didn't pay that much attention, she didn't really care if the man was big or small, as long as it wasn't too big or too small. As long as the man functioned, she was happy and even if he was having problems getting it up, she never minded doing her part. Giving oral was not something she particularly liked to do but to get a guy hard it was not a problem.
All that changed the night she met a guy from Germany named Rolf. Truth be told the main reason she agreed to the date was his name, it just cracked her up to say Rolf, as it sounded like something a dog says. When they went out Judy hadn't planned to have sex with him but in the end she decided she liked the way he looked and invited him up to her place. His strong features were softened by his blond hair and his European style made him seem suave and confident. They ended up in her bedroom and when he pulled a condom from his pocket, it made her happy to see he believed in safe sex. Almost as a reward for his thoughtfulness, Judy volunteered to put the rubber on him. This was something she seldom did and she hoped she didn't mess it up. She was sitting on the edge of the bed as he stood before her.
Judy was just ready to rip the package open as Rolf dropped his pants. She sat there staring at Rolf's cock in amazement; of course, she had heard of uncircumcised men and had even seen a picture or two. Yet here was Rolf uncut in the flesh, so to speak, and standing right in front of her. Her staring embarrassed him and he apologized for not warning her that he was uncut. Judy told him it wasn't a problem and it was just she'd never seen one before. Judy would never remember whether she asked to touch it or that Rolf offered her the chance but she'll never forget the thrill she got the first time she slid his foreskin back to expose the gland. She giggled as she repeated the move and soon she was actually jacking him off. When he warned her, he might climax if she wasn't careful, she pleaded with him to allow her to make him cum, and when he said yes, she increased her movement vigorously. Rolf the perfect gentleman told her as he was about to shoot and all Judy did was put her face closer as a target. When he came, he shot all over her face, it even got into her eyes and made them burn.
They never did screw that night because after he got hard again she wanted to give him a blow-job instead. As she put him in her mouth, she noticed first how firm the gland was as compared to the soft foreskin below it. Somehow, this intrigued her and she enjoyed feeling the differences in texture. When he came, she swallowed without giving a second thought and although she didn't care for the taste, she found she didn't mind it at all.
She and Rolf dated steady for the remainder of his stay in town and Judy found she was sad and disappointed when he left. This had not been love, it had been about sex, and both were well aware of what their relationship meant. Judy went back to dating but found herself thinking about Rolf more often. She found that she now had a bigger interest in a man's cock than before but as yet; she hadn't realized her interest was in uncut over circumcised.
The following summer the fates smiled down on our heroine and sent her another uncut male for her enjoyment. Again, she was enthralled with his dick, as she couldn't keep her hands off the poor man. Although the sex was great, the man was nothing like Rolf had been and was a total bore so she didn't go out with him again. It was then she had her epiphany, it wasn't that Rolf or even the other guy were great sex partners it was their uncircumcised dicks that turned her on. From then on, it became her quest to date only uncut men. She decided that way even if the guy was a lousy lay she could at least have fun with his foreskin. Although Judy still dates circumcised men, if she could choose all her dates would be uncut.
The End.
My Lover's Memoirs
As I clean my apartment, I find within a small wooden treasure box, an old letter that my ex-lover sent to me. He said he wrote it so I would always have a memory of our time together. It has been many years since we broke up, and with tenderness I open the letter. The yellowed pages unfold and with teary eyes and a heart full of memories, I start to read what happened long ago with the man I thought I loved more than the world.
My beloved mistress, this is my memory of what happened two nights ago, it is still fresh in my mind, and thus I write.......You are leading me down a hallway, the hall is dark except for the occasional burning torch. The walls are black and damp. You are wearing a black cloak with a hood covering your head, a few strands of your fire red hair have fallen out from underneath the hood.
In your hand is a leash that leash goes to the collar on my neck. I am following you, not knowing what to expect. I am wearing nothing, my hands bound behind my back, and my legs shackled. I nervously look around not knowing where I am going, not knowing what will happen, and I find this excites me.
We finally make it to a pair of large oak doors, you push them both open with ease. I see a dark room in front of me. All of a sudden hundreds of candles flicker to life. I am blinded for a second from the light, but when my eyes focus I see a path of candles leading from the door to a bed with the candles circling it. The bed is a large canopy bed, black satin hangs from the top, red satin sheets adorn it.
As I am looking around, trying to see walls or a ceiling in the infinite large room, you step in front of me and pull the leash so that I am looking at you. With your free hand you take the hood off to reveal a soft, white face, luscious red lips, fire red hair in curls. Then my eyes meet with yours. I stare into them, totally losing myself in your eyes. I feel as if you are look
ing down to the depths of my soul. I feel the urge to drop to my knees and I do. Your lips curl up into a smile.
You walk behind me, release my legs from the shackles, and unbind my hands. You walk over to the bed and stand next to it. I feel the urge to walk over to it, and I do. Again, you smile.
I sit down on the bed, you lean down, look deeply into my eyes again, then brush your lips across mine. I start to follow them as they leave, but I meet your eyes again. This time your eyes make me stop following, and go back to where I was. Then I lay down on the bed, you take my right hand with your gloved hands, stretch it to the bed post, and tie it securely with a strand of black satin. You do the same with my left. Then you move down to my feet, lean forward, and run your hands down from my right inner thigh down to my foot, placing it in position, and secure it. You do the same with my left. Then you come up and take off the leash, knowing that you do not need it anymore.
Then you stand at the foot of the bed, looking at me, tied, unable to move, looking up at you. Then you shed your cloak. Underneath I see a black lace corset, pushing your lily white breasts up. A short black lace skirt, black stockings going down to black high heeled boots. Then a pair of black satin gloves, going all the way up to your elbow. You hair, in curls, falling down over your chest. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest with excitement. You move over to the side of the bed and take one of the black candles out of its holder, then turn back to me, your crimson lips smiling.
You take the candle, hold it above my chest and tilt it slightly, a single drop of hot wax falls and lands right over my heart. I gasp loudly, then breathe heavily. You move it down, just a little further, a drop falls not too far from the last as you tilt it, and I moan out in pleasure. You proceed to do this, then after a drop lands under my belly button, I think you will stop, so I relax. I look up and see you getting ready to tilt the candle again, my heart pounds, and before I can utter a word, a drop falls less than an inch from my hardened sex. I scream out in pleasure, body involuntarily straining against the restraints. You look down on me and smile.
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