This is a poem by one of my favorite bloggers: Aphrodite Smiles


In retrospect
I won’t forget
The day we met
In retrospect
I do regret
Not having met

– aphrodite smiles –

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A Dominant’s Response


You want to be dominated.

Will you have my name tattooed on you?  Where?

Will you provide me with sexual satisfaction?

Anywhere, anytime, any way I want?

Will you explicitly allow me to determine

And manipulate your sexual life,

Including others, I may want you to have sex with?

Do you understand that even though

You are dedicated and loyal 24/7,

I will do as I wish with other sexual partners.

When I am entertaining, I may ignore you,

I may leave you alone,

Or require you to participate.

But, of course, I will not

Ignore you, my sweet girl.

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Little Linda

She was the dream of many men and she knew it.  But she also knew that they just wanted her for sex.  She knew because, sometimes, that was OK with her.  It was her body they wanted.  They lusted after her body.  She was tiny, five foot one, with well proportioned hips and breasts.  She weighed a mere ninety two pounds soaking wet and naked. 

The boys liked to pick her up and mount her on their waist, squash her against a wall, then to the bed where they impatiently deposited their lust.  It was frenetic, fast paced and over before she finished but the intensity of it stayed with her for weeks.

The men took longer and were more considerate but her physique brought the cowboys and men who liked rough sex and who liked to throw small feminine bodies around.  Some were too rough; some not rough enough.  But the men that knew her intimately, knew just how she liked it.  She liked the men in total control but aware of her, teasing her, driving her, overwhelming her.  Big, muscular men with scratchy beards and hairy chests. She loved to be pounded hard by a big cock. And for her, seven inches was as much as she could handle. 

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Her First Time Two

He spoke to her about it all the time. He asked her, “Would you like to fuck him?” To every good looking man they encountered. Friends, strangers, it didn’t matter. He seemed serious but she was afraid the reality of it would be impossible for him to live with. She didn’t want to upset the delicate balance they had in their life. A life and love she was quite happy with.

A few months later, they were celebrating Keith’s birthday. Keith was her husband’s best friend, divorced for about a year. He encouraged her to put on her short black dress for the occasion. It was her sexiest number with a lacy fringe at the top showing off a little cleavage and the length ended at her fingertips. Very short. There was a group of them, a few more men then women. Everyone had a few drinks and she got lots of compliments, warm hugs, and kisses from the male guests. After leaving the bar and heading home, he invited Keith back to their place for a nightcap.

“Did you notice all the men looking at you tonight?”
No, not really,” she lied. Her nipples were slightly erect and showing under the silky material of the dress contradicting her statement. She wore no bra under her dress.
“What do you think Keith? Do you think she looks fuckable tonight?”
“She looks very sexy. She is a beautiful girl. You are a lucky man.”
“Yes, she is almost too sexy for just one man.”
“Oh, stop that, please!” she squealed.
“No, it’s true. All the men tonight wanted to fuck you and I think – no, I know – you’d like to fuck other men, if you could?” She wondered if he was going to throw her experience on the beach back at her.
“No, honey, I just have eyes for you.”
“The thing about marriage is that if you are married for any length of time the sex can get boring. We tend to fall into the same routines, make love the same way. We know each other’s preferences too well. It is satisfying but it lacks the excitement of something new. Someone new. We all have fantasies.” He paused and there was a heavy silence.

“For my part, I remember when we were first in love and the way we made love was just fantastic. It was new, super exciting, and very satisfying. When we did, you had a look in your eyes that I enjoyed so much. A look of ecstasy. Complete lust. I want to see you enjoy yourself like that again. I would really enjoy seeing you that excited again.

“Perhaps you’d like to give Keith a special birthday present. Something intimate. I guarantee he won’t object.”
“What do you have in mind.” She wondered how far he would push this.
“Maybe you could dance for him? Maybe give him a lap dance like you did for me on my birthday?” She looked into Keith’s eyes and saw the lust grow within him at the suggestion.
“Would you be happy with just a lap dance, Keith, and nothing more?” He nodded his response to her. Keith looked at her with puppy dog eyes that said, yes, he would do anything she wanted. It sent a tingle through her torso.

She put on some music and dimmed the lights. Taking a big swig of her margarita, she stood in front of Keith and began to sway her hips. Moving closer she lifted her dress and she sat on his lap facing him. Her legs bordered his on the couch. Her crotch lowered to his lap and the hard pole under his slacks. Moving back and forth to the music she rubbed her pussy along his length. She enjoyed feeling his hardness against her.
She kissed his cheek and pressed her breasts against his chin. Leaning forward against him she felt her clit against his cock as she continued to slide against it, exciting herself as much as him. She glanced over at her husband who still seemed to be encouraging her.

As a new song came on she lifted off of him and danced in front of him, lifting her dress to show off her lacy white bikini panties. Turning her back to him, she thrust her butt at him and wiggled it in his face. She lowered her hips and sat on his lap rubbing his cock through her cheeks. She could feel the size of his cock and it seemed much bigger than her husbands. She imagined what it would be like to take him inside of her. But what would her husband think. Fantasy was one thing, actually doing it would be different

She stood and danced in front of him again playing with the spaghetti straps of her dress. Suddenly her husband started a chant, “Take it off. Take it off.” She slid her hands over her dress, over her pointed nipples and down her sleek sides. Back to the top she slid one strap off, to the hooting of her husband. Then the other. The dress slid off her body like rainwater. Keith’s mouth fell open as her supple, young, athletic body came into full view. Only her lacy see-through panties remained.

She again sat on his lap facing him. She pressed her breasts against his mouth and he suckled on her nipples sending tremors to her loins. She reached down and undid his belt, the button, and pulled his zipper down. Sliding farther down and onto the floor she removed his cock from his boxers. Looking over at her husband she watched while he exposed his engorged cock through his open zipper. Taking Keith’s cock in her hands she began to lick it. It was clearly larger than her husband’s and thicker.
She took the tip into her mouth. Engulfed it. Slid up and down on it, gagging slightly at its size. Hands and mouth working in unison it wasn’t long before the excitement was too much for him. She felt it jerk in her mouth as warm cum shot deep into her throat. Resisting the urge to gag it out she swallowed just in time to fell another shot and another. She kept on him throughout his sweet torment until he was finished.

Keith was suddenly very tired and proceeded to lay on the couch where he quickly fell asleep. In the bedroom her husband fucked her hard and fast.
“Did you see his cock? I would have let you fuck him if you wanted to.”
“Did you see how fast he came. I need someone with more stamina.”
“Unless you had us one after the other.” Saying that to her brought her to an orgasm, just thinking about it and for the moment assuming he meant it. Her pussy dripped her excitement as her husband spilled his seed inside of her.
Keith lifted his head and smiled.


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Inside the dark box I could only think about her.

Senses shut down. Obsessions begin.

I took a deep breadth and my mind wafted with her aroma.

It slid over the curve of her legs to her rounded hips

Up to her warm soft breasts.

My mind consumed with the taste of her on my tongue.

My cock, also caged, hardening but unable to break the constraint.

A reminder of ceding my orgasms to her.

Yet my senses strain against the tight fit.

Bulging desire imprisoned.

I wait impatiently for her, my goddess

To return.

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Machine Sex

Intelligent Machine sex that detects every minute reaction of your body and responds in kind with its own stimuli.  Her story.

It enveloped me.  Lightly embraced my flesh.  Making me weightless.  Tentacles squeezing, sliding, and entering all of my sensitive spots. 

At first, I resisted its rhythm.  I could control the waves of physical stimuli that the machine delivered. Keeping my reactions in control.  I was able to successfully keep from going over the edge.  It took a concentrated effort.  The machine seemed intent on teasing me.  Changing its rhythm, the speed of vibrations, the depth of its thrusting with an intention to tease but not deliver satisfaction.  Shifting its focus from one sensitive area to another.  Just the right pressure to stimulate me.  Yet it would move on before it provided too much stimulation.  Teasing. 

Or maybe it was me.  Holding it at bay with my mind.  On and on.  Time losing its progression.  Entering a new dimension. 

Finally, I gave in.  Perhaps for just a short time, I whispered.  Just a break from the battle.  It took control and drove me along a long steep highway.  Building my tension in layers.  Yet it moved so comfortably toward the peak.  In a deep husky vibrating voice, the machine asked me if I am ready to orgasm.  The sound of his voice almost brought me over the edge.  Its tone transformed into vibrations. It sensed my relief, my utter assent, before I said it.  And it wasn’t just one organism.  Like a never-ending waterfall one release followed another.  Then a moment of rest.  A soft letdown, followed by a slow start, quickly building to a new release and another until you lose count.  Rippling until I was wholly spent.

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Muse Wanted

Looking for a muse. Someone who can provide encouragement, constructive criticism, and occasional inspiration. If you enjoy my writing, please consider. I could be so much more productive, I think. Feel free to connect at

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Birthday Massage

It was for her birthday.  A portable massage table that could be set up for massage and then put away in a closet when not in use.  Along with the table he promised her a 90 minute massage at her convenience.  Her convenience turned out to be that night immediately after dinner.

He set up the table in the bedroom and let her get undressed while he waited outside.  When she said she was ready, he entered the room and began the massage.  She lay on her back to start.  This would not be the usual massage she received.  He knew what she really wanted.  A slow stroked, gentle, sensual massage.  Exactly what he would give her today.

Starting with her neck and back, he worked the muscles slightly before beginning his long strokes.  He started at her shoulders and with both hands slid down the slope of her back, over her curved buttocks, and down her legs.  He went up and down the full length of her body with these gentle strokes a number of times.

Following this up, he focused on the muscles of her shoulders and upper back.  Slow strokes, starting firm and becoming gentler.  Down one side, his hands pulling her flesh, then sweeping across it.  Down to her thinning waist, he pushed against the top of her buttocks where it met her waist.  Then two hands on each cheek, side hand in her crack.  He pulled her cheeks open and blew warm air across her hole.  His head so close to her ass, making her squirm slightly.

He worked on her legs sliding his hands between them and slowly grazing her sensitive inner thighs and butt.  She moaned, encouraging him to do this longer than he had planned.

Turning her over, he started with her feet and worked his way up.  Strokes that started on one thigh rose to her abdomen, crossed over her stomach and down the other thigh.  He gazed into her face.  Eyes shut, head slightly leaning to one side, a satisfied smile on her face. 

Moving farther north he massaged her breasts, moving the weight of each up and toward the middle.  His palms tickled her nipples, creating sparks that tightened and hardened them even more.  She was having trouble staying still.

One of her hands wandered to his pants, but he took it and put it back on the table.  “Just relax,” he told her. His hands moved down, over her stomach and framed her triangular mound.  Rubbing the general area, he tickled the hair protecting her sensitive parts.  His hands became more deliberately sexual.  Fingers sliding along her slit, opening them to his touch.  She opened her legs wider.

Leaning forward he kissed her nipple, sucking on it.  His finger found the entrance to her womb and pressed against it.  Soon it was inside of her, rubbing against the walls of her pussy. 

She was ready.  Under the influence of his hands, her mind wandered to all sorts of nasty, naughty play and different playmates.  Secret fantasies she would never share with anyone.  She moaned loudly.  His fingers sped up and his mouth slowly worked its way down between her legs finding her clit.

As soon as his lips surrounded her clit, she convulsed into a stream of orgasms. He switched his focus from his lips to his fingers and back and forth for each discrete shuddering until her legs closed tightly and her hands pushed him away.

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The Doctor

The doctor apologized before he began! 

She had come to him for the pain in her back.  He said it might be her posture which caused the pain.  Or the length of her legs or the way they connected to her hips.  He explained his technique was quite helpful in determining where the pain might be coming from.  He apologized if the technique appeared sexual.  It was not.

He proceeded to bend her over and have her put her hands on the end of the table.  His hands began to touch her sides under the thin open backed material of her johnnie.  They were feeling her body in a measured way, synchronized.  His hands were quite warm. They settled on her hips carefully measuring each bones dimension, rocking her slightly to test resilience.  As he manipulated her muscles and bones, his body moved closer and she felt his hips against her bottom.

“Hold on,” he said and he lifted her naked ass, thread only by the string of her thong, against his hips.  Began bouncing her up and down.  Her hips grinding against his, she could feel the presence of his rigid manhood between her cheeks.  He was bounding her – yes – but she could feel his hips moving too, grinding and pressing against her.   His hands moved forward onto her thighs.  He lifted her thighs and soon she was stretched horizontally with her hands planted on the table, his hands holding her thighs open, and his midriff pressed between her legs.

“I think I’ve found the problem,” he said, crouching to let her feet down to the ground.  He took a deep breath as his face came close to her bottom.  “Your left leg is slightly shorter than your right.” 

As he walked away, she felt cheated.  She realized that her emotions went from outrage to disappointment to anger in the matter of a few minutes.  In a very confused state, she wanted to take this doctor to bed.  To teach him a lesson about playing with his patients.  Or maybe to just get fucked.

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Cuckold Curious

Having an interest in being a cuckold is not always about having a small penis.  It is also not about being unable to satisfy your wife with mind blowing orgasms.  It can be about love and devotion.  Loving to see your woman sexually stimulated.  Devoted to her pleasure.  Being the enabler.  Giving her permission to live her fantasies.  Encouraging her to fulfill her sexual desires.  Completing her.

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