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What themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often?

What are some common elements of stories you are tired of seeing? What would you avoid writing about?

What loves do you tend to write about? Agape (unconditional, spiritual love), Eros (romantic, passionate love), Philia (affectionate, platonic love), Philautia (self-love), Storge (familial love), Pragma (enduring love like between long-married couples), Ludus (playful love, infatuation you feel during the “honeymoon period”), and Mania (obsessive love that leads to madness and jealousy)

In your works, is blood thicker than water or is the blood of the covenant thicker than the water of the womb? (Are familial ties or friendship ties more important?)

Would you rather write a happy ending that soothes the soul or a tragic ending that hurts the heart?

What point of view do you tend to write in? Do all of your pieces use the same POV? Do you have strong opinions on the POV used in novels?

Favorite description in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)

Favorite dialogue in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)

What scene was the hardest to write for you and why?

What scene was the most fun to write for you and why?

Set the scene for us. What are your settings like and do you have any pictures saved that represent them? Do your characters travel and see more than one? What are their names?

What is the fashion like in your wip? Do you have any pictures saved of outfits your characters would wear?

What traits do you share with your original characters or what traits do you wish you shared with them?

If you’ve written more than one story, what traits do your protagonists tend to share?

Why physical quirks do your characters tend to have? Eyebrow raising, picking nails, biting lips, pacing, crossing arms, etc.

What motives do you give your original characters? What drives them? How much tragedy did you subject them to?

Are your protagonists always the “good guys” and your antagonists always the “bad guys” or do you like to do anti-heroes and grey morality?

What writers have inspired you with their use of language? What are some of your favorite quotes?

“For fans of ______!” What works would you say are similar to yours?

If you were published and had complete control over your covers, what would it look like? Do you have any specific artists that you’d like to illustrate it? Do you like when characters are pictured on covers or do you prefer inanimate objects?

How do you come up with titles? Do you use placeholders or tend to change your titles while writing the first draft?

How do you come up with character names? Do the names have a special meaning? If so, what are they?

Do your prefer reading series or standalone novels and does that reflect on how you write?

Do you let your story evolve as you write or do you meticulously plan everything prior to writing the first draft?

Do you start your novels with dialogue or description? Do you end your novels with dialogue or description?

What do you feel like you need to work on as a growing writer? How can you improve?

Do you have playlists for your wip? What are some of the songs in it?

Do you need background noise to write? If so, what do you listen to?

How do you share your writing? Do you use any writing websites and, if so, share your profiles!

What is some of the best writing advice you’ve read or received? Why does it work for you?

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[MF] Blast from the past, cumslut opens her mouth to me Part 2

This is part two of a wild Saturday I had with a legit cumslut nympho. Part One can be found here

So after Sarah released my cock from her mouth and asked me if I liked that I’ll be honest and say it got a little awkward…. I knew what just happened was bad, and to top it off I am not Mr. Porn Star Sex-Stud. I have a “solid” cock as Sarah would say, not massive but not small, and my sex drive is normal. The only thing I have going for me, if anything, is the size of my cumshots. I usually have big cum loads that are thick/gooey/white and not watery/runny/clear. Some girls have found it a little too much/gross, and some have loved that about me (Sarah).

The moment afterwards was awkward mostly because I was at a loss for words. I have never witnessed a girl behave like that to me, her almost drunk like stare/gaze was a little unnerving. Her determination and aggression threw me off a bit as well. I lost all game haha. It’s one thing to sext dirty and aggressive messages, it’s a whole other ballgame acting that way in person!

Anyways I told her “Yeah, I did like that”, pulled my sweats back up, and then laid my head back on the couch again and shut my eyes. I told her I needed to recover a bit so I turned on the TV for her. I honestly had no clue what the fuck to do, I didn’t really feel like chatting and didnt have a lot to say. She said cool, got on the couch and then put on a game of thrones episode, the base/beat of the intro song snapped me awake and at attention. I love GoT, that snapped me right out of it. We watched the episode together and chatted about the story of the series so far and generally it broke the awkwardness. She was still off-and-on rubbing herself during the episode (she said she likes masturbating with the taste of cum in her mouth), which was hot but obviously a little distracting.

Then came a nude scene involving the red priestess, who btw has a FANTASTIC body. That got me going, I rubbed my cock a little through my sweats and Sarah continued to masturbate. She noticed what I was doing, smiled, and offered to take her top off once the scene switches on GoT. Before I could even respond she said “Fuck it” and pulled her shirt over her head releasing her nice smooth perky C cup breasts. She turned to face me on the couch, one hand rubbing/squeezing her nipples and the other rubbing her clit. With how she was doing this it pushed her tits together and made a sort of natural push-up bra (if that makes sense), her tits looked HUGE. Fuck she knows what she’s doing.

By the time she started doing this I was already semi-hard and with a hand down my pants jerking my cock. She told me to get a little more comfortable, so I threw my legs on the couch and now I was basically laying down on my back along the length of the couch with Sarah at the other end topless in-between my knees facing me. I was getting really hard jacking off watching Sarah touch herself. She noticed a new precum wet spot forming on my pants.

Sarah: “I think it’s time for you to pull down your sweats again sweetie”

Me (after short stare thinking about it): “alright help me then”

Sarah then leaned forward, put a hand on each of my thighs and slid forward to grab my waist band with both hands. She was face to face with my cock again, she then kissed my stomach and pulled my sweats completely off, stealing a lick and suck on one of my balls as she made her way to my ankles.

I snapped forward and let her know that we can’t touch each other (real bullshit at this point to be honest, but it was my last stand). She grinned and said sorry. She then sat knelt there, in-between my legs, and watched me jerk off at full mast as she continued to touch her self and rub her tits together, biting her lip every once in awhile. Precum began to ooze out again, but this time she dove down without asking and quickly licked it off the top of my cock. Inside I fucking loved that, but on the outside I gave her an eye-brow raise and look. She half ass apologized.

This continued on for a little under ten minutes I would say. She stole a few more precum licks, one of which caused a saliva stream that connected the end of her tongue to the tip of my cock. She pulled up a little, noticed it, then plunged down and sucked it up before reaching the tip of my cock and kissing it. HOT. I stopped protesting after that. Every time I closed my eyes and imagined getting head, or fucking, she would lean down and lick and suck on my balls. Now that I stopped resisting, she got more bold and would continually lick and suck on my balls as I jerked off. She started moaning louder and I could see her cheeks getting flushed again. She still had a hand rubbing her clit, but the other was now on my stomach helping her balance on her knees when she was leaning over so low to lick my balls. She the started to lick my shaft in unison with my jerking, below my hand. Up and down she licked following my hands. She giggled and smiled when she tasted my precum that had slide down my shaft under my hand. That felt incredible and I was getting close.

Me: “I’m getting close Sarah”

Sarah (mouth open tongue out still licking up and down my shaft):. “Awww oh yeah? Awww”

Me (jerking a lot faster now): “Yeah… Yeah.. YEAH, I’m fucking cumming Sarah”

Sarah (still with her mouth open and tongue on my shaft, my first cum shot straight up and then fell down immediately on her cheek with a plop sound): “aww-OH-GAWD-YES-awww”

Sarah then sprang up, almost face to face with my cock, and aggressively rubbed her clit and bit her lip as she had a small orgasm, she then breathed heavily and panted a bit and smiled. I was staring right at her as I continued to cum, a few shots straight up and back down onto my cock, hands, body and a little on my thighs. Sarah recovered a little bit and then leaned forward and licked the cum off my thighs, then licked the cum off my body/base of my cock and balls, and then leaned up and opened her mouth to show me. She had sucked up a nice load and pooled it in her mouth. She smiled and then gulped it down. She then used a finger and scooped the cum off her cheek and into her mouth, and then she put a hand on my arm to stop me from jerking me cock further. She leaned forward again and licked all slides of my cock that had cum on them. My hand was still on my cock, just at the base, she grabbed my wrist and had my slowly jerk and squeeze me shaft all the way to the top of my cock. Cum oozed out into the rest of the cum that was around my head and top of my fingers. She leaned down and sucked all the cum into her mouth. She pulled my hand away, grabbed the base of my cock, and slowly engulfed my head again and sucked slowly and tightly. She thoroughly cleaned me up, and gave me a quick deepthroat for good measure. She then grabbed my hand and licked and sucked the cum off. She again opened her mouth and presented me the load she just collected. She swirled her tongue around the cum and masturbated.

She left her mouth open, tongue slightly out, cum filled, while she aggressively masturbated. About a minute or so later she had another orgasm rubbing her clit frantically. She then gulped down the cum and smiled. She leaned down and gave my now soft cock a kiss, then smiled and thanked me. “Thank you daddy”.

After that we chatted for a bit. Less awkward than the first time. I asked her straight up “Wow, you really like cum don’t you?”.

Sarah: “I fucking love it, I can’t help it, I just need it all the time. Sometimes I have trouble orgasming if I don’t have it on my skin, or in my mouth. One time during a dry spell I would try and eat salty things, just to have something similar in my mouth while I masturbated. I love it”

She went on to compliment me, which was a nice ego booster: “You cum alot, I like that, and it tastes really good. I love getting your big loads, I love having my mouth filled and having enough to play with”.

We hadn’t put our clothes back on yet and her giving me all these compliments was turning me on. GoT had auto played the next few episodes, so we went back and forth from talking openly about sexual things, talking about the past (that car ride) and watching cool shit happen on GoT. She then broke the ‘friendly’ mood with “So have you decided to let me suck you off for real yet? Or are you just going to keep teasing and feeding me all day? I’m cool either way…”

Annnnd that’s it for Part 2. This girl was unnervingly cum hungry that day. I had a healthy fear and lust for her, and guilt. More parts later when I have time!

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[MF] Met a young girl online and flew her across the world to meet me

I’ve lurked on Gonewild Stories for a few years now, but never thought much about writing a story about myself before a few weeks ago, when I had one of the more interesting/unusual sexual experiences of my life. I’ve decided to write it down mostly for myself (as a journalistic writing exercise and as a way to hold onto the original memory and all of the specific sensations I felt and thoughts I had at the time).

I tend to get far more enjoyment out of stories that feel true and authentic; I suspect that many here feel the same way. With that in mind, here is my disclaimer: the story that follows is true, and my goal is to summarize the events with the utmost accuracy, even when those events do not reflect optimally on me or create the ideal pace, tone, whatever. It all happened, exactly as I will recount it.

I first started feeling stir-crazy about a month into my project in Mumbai. My company had sent me there on a 3-month stint with all of the expat benefits – free food/drink/transport, accommodations at a fancy hotel, and an extra “hardship” stipend to account for the fact that I had left my comfortable life in the United States behind and moved to what is frankly a hopelessly polluted, cacophonous, over-crowded city that is rather difficult and unpleasant to navigate unless you know the city well. I was working hard during the week only to piss away most of my weekend at lousy hotel clubs with my co-workers, who all had a hard time getting their heads out of work and office politics.

The local girls in Mumbai were pretty but also seemingly inaccessible. I chatted up some local girls on the street, exchanged some phone numbers, and even went on a few dates, but in my 4-5 weeks there, didn’t find anyone with whom I was clearly compatible. The girls I met in clubs were insufferable and seemingly more interested in Instagram than real life, and the girls I approached in cafés/restaurants were simply too different from me, and the huge cultural differences prevented any real romantic or even sexual connection.

In my impatience, I decided to find a short-term fling online, through a site that matches girls interested in traveling with men who are willing to cover the related expenses. The whole thing felt morally ambiguous to me (wasn’t I really just trading money in the form of a plane ticket for sex?), but sometimes it seems that we put aside those sorts of subtle moral qualms when sex is concerned. I was eager to get something scheduled as I had a 10-day vacation lined up and didn’t want to waste that time traveling solo or just slouching around the hotel the whole time.

After a day of searching and messaging girls who seemed to be compatible with me, I found a potential match, and in many ways I couldn’t believe my luck. She was 18 years old – a recent high school graduate who was a few months into her first year of design school in New York City, at that time on a 2-week winter holiday, living back at home with her parents and quite obviously bored out of her mind. She’d done some international traveling before (some of the major European capitals, Canada, a beach vacation to Mexico), but a trip to India sounded “totally awesome” to her, to use her words.

We booted up Skype to introduce ourselves more properly, and here is what we saw when our laptop camera lights blinked on:

Her – 18 years old, no more than 5’3”, ethnically Chinese, very petite frame (realistically around 105 lbs.), braces, small cute face, and very plump lips

Me – 29 years old, Caucasian, 6 feet tall, lean/athletic (runner’s body, 170 lbs.), closely-trimmed beard, short brown hair, blue eyes

Reader, was I doing something improper? Was the age gap simply too much? Did the fact that I liked her braces make me a total creeper? I assure you that I don’t care at all what you think about what I was doing at that moment. And if you find yourself even a small bit interested in what was to happen next, then consider yourself an accessory to my decision to invite this girl to travel with me in India.

During our conversation, I was pleased to find that she was actually quite intelligent and interesting, and in some ways, mature beyond her age. She admitted to me that she had broken up with a long-term boyfriend about 2 months previous, and she was looking for a new experience to help get her mind off of the him and the emotional messiness surrounding their split. We talked about her design degree, my job, life in India so far, and the historical sites that she was interested in seeing. It felt very natural to be talking to her in this way (like a good first date), and I was immediately happy to have met her in the first place. At the end of the conversation, I knew that we had to discuss logistics, so I went into a short soliloquy:

“So, to talk about the details of this trip and how it might happen… My idea was to buy your plane ticket from New York and cover all of the expenses that you’ll have out here – food, transportation, hotels, and basic shopping.”

“That sounds great,” she said. I knew that I wanted to say more, so I just decided just to say it, though without being overly direct. I didn’t want to scare her aware or come across as vulgar.

“We’ll obviously be sleeping in the same bed for the whole trip, and it would be great if we could find a sexual or romantic connection together. But I would only feel right about it if the connection was real and we were both comfortable with it.” I paused, not knowing what she would say. I half expected her to cut off the Skype call at that moment.

“It would be pretty ridiculous of me to fly all the way to India and not have sex with you,” she said. I thought to myself that I should have been blunter in the first place, to at least match the way that she was evidently thinking about the matter. Regardless, I appreciated her comment because it put the entire trip into very clear focus; the expectations from both sides were laid out completely bare.

So I bought her ticket, made all of the necessary arrangements, and two weeks later found myself at the Mumbai International Airport, looking for her face amid the stream of people exiting baggage claim. My heart skipped a beat when I did see her face, probably because I was half-expecting her not to board the plane in the first place. The whole thing could have been an elaborate ruse to get me to set $2000 on fire, or maybe she could have gotten cold feet at the airport in NYC. But there she was, rather audaciously wearing a slinky light orange cotton jersey dress that very clearly showed her nipples and the outer edges of her breasts. As she got closer, I realized that she wasn’t wearing bra.

She flashed me a nervous smile and walked into my open arms; we gave each other a loose hug.

“I’m glad that you actually came to meet me. If you hadn’t come, I would’ve been screwed,” she said. Certainly, this whole set-up required a great deal of trust on both our parts.

“It’s my job to make sure you’re well taken care of here,” I said. I realized that it may have come off as overly paternalistic. “Anyway, don’t worry. We’ll head to the hotel now.”

I led her over to the VIP taxi rank, avoiding the huge line in the normal queue. I didn’t want to wait the requisite 45 minutes for the normal taxi, but I took a bit of pride in showing that we were going to be traveling in style for the next week and a half.

We made small talk in the back of the taxi, and I pointed out some of the major landmarks as we passed them along the road.

“Also, here’s a small ‘survival’ package,” I said. I handed her a small zipped satchel. “In there is a local SIM card, enough cash for a few meals and long taxi rides, and directions in English and Hindi for how to get to the hotel. In case we get separated.”

She smiled at me and exhaled, seemingly out of relief. It was probably at that moment that she felt assured that I was not secretly a crazy person.

We arrived at the hotel and walked through the elaborately decorated foyer (which she ogled for a bit) to the elevator. When the door shut on the elevator, we were alone for the first time. I looked down at her and smiled. I put my hand on the middle of her back.

“I’m so glad that you’re here,” I said. She laughed, rather mysteriously. I wasn’t sure what she meant by it. I rolled my eyes at her.

I opened the door to the hotel room (my “home” for the past month or so) and dropped her duffel bag onto the luggage rack. Not knowing what precisely to say next, I gave her a tour.

“The kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, and the bathroom.”

“This looks more like a fancy apartment than a hotel room,” she said.

“I guess it’s technically called an ‘executive residence.’”

“’Hmm, an executive? Aren’t you proud of yourself?”

“Their words, not mine.” She didn’t look tired at all, despite the long flight. She was looking at me with bright, wide-open eyes. “You look exhausted,” I lied. “Do you need something to eat?”

“No, but I do want to get ready for bed.” She said it plainly, without any detectable hint of innuendo.

“I’ll make you some chamomile tea,” I said, not caring if she wanted it or not. I simply wanted to feel useful and knew that otherwise I’d have nothing to do but stare at her as she unpacked to pretend to check emails on my phone.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her grab a bag of toiletries and head to the bathroom.

I was feeling nervous and a bit ill-at-ease. Despite all of my past experiences with women, this situation was different enough to make me feel flat-footed. Usually when I invited someone back to my apartment or hotel, I’d had sufficient time to get to know her. Perhaps there had been a couple of introductory dates. Maybe we were old friends or co-workers. Maybe we had met at a bar and had spent enough time pounding shots and grinding against each other on the dancefloor that we could without reservations pounce on each other as soon as the door shut behind us. But the fact that this girl and I had only met each other in person 45 minutes ago but still carried with us the expectation of sex without the confidence that we’d be able to build real chemistry made the whole situation unusual. I was, frankly, caught in my own head.

She strolled out of the bathroom, and I started laughing out loud. She had changed into a sheer red lace teddy that was just long enough to cover her entire ass. She was still braless, so her dark brown nipples were clearly visible as she walked toward me.

“What are you laughing at?” she said, almost deadpan but with a hint of irony.

“That is a bold outfit. I assume that’s what you always wear to bed?”

“Actually it is.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Believe it or not.”

She turned to place her dirty clothes back in her duffle bag. I noticed that she underneath her teddy she was wearing a matching red lace thong whose back was completely lost between her two plump ass cheeks. I thought to myself – Is this girl for real?

I leaned up against the counter in the kitchen, a cup of chamomile tea steaming silently next to me, while I observed her unpack her clothes and place them into the cabinet drawers. Her body was truly distinctive – unlike any other than I had seen in the flesh. She was very slim and lean at the shoulders, waist and thighs, with practically no muscle at all. She was naturally thin but had clearly never had a serious day of exercise in her entire life. Despite being so thin, her ass and breasts were improbably round and chubby. Even without a bra, her breasts sat up, as if they were perched on some invisible balconette.

I felt awkward being fully clothed while she unpacked her things in her skimpy outfit, so I went into the bedroom to take off my shirt and pants. I generally sleep in boxers, but I figured that I might as well wear something tighter to match her audacity. I put on a pair of low rise boxer briefs in a thin fabric so that the outline of my dick was clearly visible. Looking in the mirror, I could clearly see the curved ridge of my dick’s head.

I walked back into the living room. “Your tea is in the kitchen. You ought to drink it before it gets cold,” I said. She glanced over at me; her face didn’t show any clear reaction to what she was seeing. She picked up the cup and gulped down the whole cup of tea in one shot and went back to busying herself with unpacking.

Though she was good at hiding her emotions behind plain facial expressions and a flat verbal affect, there was something that struck me as both frantic and listless in the way she was fiddling with her suitcase. It seemed that perhaps she was just as flustered as I was but was merely showing it in a different way.

“Leave the packing for tomorrow. It’s midnight. Let’s get to bed, and you can take care of it in the morning,” I said. I thought that by getting into bed, we would either cut the sexual tension immediately or at least sleep off the most awkward part of the trip, waking up with the sense of intimacy that sleeping in the same room as someone tends to give.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” she said, and without fanfare she walked into the bedroom and crawled under the blankets. I flicked off the light without closing the blinds. Outside the window there was a spectacular view of the lights of the Mumbai city sprawl. She was lying on her side, looking out the window.

In bed, I moved close enough to her that we were spooning, and I looked out at the lights as well. I didn’t know if she was going to move away from me, thinking that it was too close too soon, but she didn’t budge. It felt like the right thing to do. She had trusted me to pick her up at the airport, and I had trusted her to get on the plane. There was a certain intimacy to be had simply by both sides fulfilling their part of the bargain. And it struck me that I was probably just as lonely as she was. I was in a foreign country with no family and no real friends, and she was reeling from a bad break-up, looking for something to help her leave it behind.

I listened to her soft breathing and inhaled the smell of her hair. She smelled nice but unfamiliar, somehow. I wrapped my arm across her chest and held her firmly against my chest. She reached her hand up and wrapped it around my forearm. We rested like that for a few minutes.

Then, one of us moved almost imperceptibly, and it felt as if my penis had softly rubbed up against one of her butt cheeks. Was I the one who had moved? Or was it her? Were we simply repositioning, or was it intentional? I honestly wasn’t sure. Was she even still awake? Wanting to see, I softly pushed against her ass with my pelvis, and I felt my bulge roll down the side of her ass and nestle between both cheeks. Then I felt with total clarity that she ground back against my pelvis, pushing her body against mine in a wave.

I gripped her even more tightly with my arm as I felt the blood start pumping into my dick. I let my other hand start to roam across her body – down her back and across her ass. I rolled her body toward me and finally kissed her on the lips. We both inhaled sharply through the nose as our lips made contact. I wrapped my hands across her cheeks and temples and held her face close to mine. We kissed again and again like that, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth to start a push and pull of licking and sucking on each other’s lips. I pulled down her thong and then got on top of her, between her legs. I kissed from her belly button up her stomach as I scooped off her teddy and pulled it up to her shoulders. She pulled it the remaining way off.

I looked down at her body in the pale light, seeing her naked for the first time. What struck me at that moment was not the appeal of any particular body part but rather how small she was. Her hands, her waist, her shoulders, her neck: all were smaller and more petite than those of any other girls with whom I had had sex before, and she looked even smaller when totally exposed in this way, lying beneath me and on her back, with her hands cupping her breasts out of modesty. Her legs were open just wide enough to accommodate me sitting between them. I could clearly see the two small lips of her labia, which were totally smooth and without hair.

I pulled off my underwear and perched over her body. The sheer difference in size between us physically made the moment even more exciting than it would have been otherwise. I thought less about the specifics of wanting to fuck her and far more about the desire to dominate her physically; I was filled with the inchoate desire of wanting to somehow control her and make her belong to me. She spread her legs wider and raised her hands above her head and gripped the top of the bed’s headboard, seemingly offering herself up to me.

I pulled my body side by side with hers, licked my index and middle finger and started slowly rubbing them in circles around her clitoris. She started breathing in and out sharply. I dipped my fingers lightly into her vagina every 10 seconds or so and could feel her suddenly become wet with a small internal burst of fluid.

I wanted to talk to her.

“I can feel you getting wetter and wetter,” I said.

“Uh huh…”

“I really want to feel inside your pussy…”

“Uh huh…”

“I wanna fuck you deep…”

“Uh huh…” She seemed too shy to talk back in full sentences.

“I think you’re ready to fuck now…”

“Uh huh…”

“Or do you want a little more time?” No response. “I think you’re ready. Tell me that you want to fuck now.”

“Now…”

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes…”

“I’m going to lick your pussy to get you wetter, and then I’m going to fuck you.” I quickly moved my head between her legs and started licking her pussy from bottom to top, wetting my tongue each time. I wrapped my lips around her clitoris and gently sucked, rolling my tongue in small circles. I took her hands, which were at her sides, and placed them on the back of my head. She started bucking softly against my lips.

I flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her body up so that she was sitting on all fours. She struck the right pose, arching her back slightly so that her ass was tilted slightly upward. Her head was up and alert, directed towards the headboard. I wasn’t sure if her eyes were open or closed.

Knowing that she was on birth control, I started rubbing the head of my penis around the opening to her pussy. It didn’t look like it was going to fit without a bit of easing in. Her pussy was still extremely wet from my saliva, so as I pushed against her, my foreskin rolled back and the head of my penis began to move inside her. I pulled back slightly and then pushed against her once again, and her lips started to give way slightly and wrap around the first portion of my dick. She remained almost silent as this was happening, but I could hear her panting softly. I rolled the head of my dick in and out of my foreskin over and over, inching my way inside of her. I reached my hand under her and started to rub her clit back and forth, which made her pussy relax even more. After a few minutes going on like this, I was slowly rolling my dick back and forth inside her, with her lips wrapped tightly around the base of my shaft. At that moment, we were finally ready to fuck for real.

I wrapped my hands around her hips and started to thrust aggressively into her, pulling her onto the full length of my dick again and again. It felt like I was stuffing her pussy; the tip of my penis was rubbing against the back of her vagina, and I could feel the walls of vagina totally surrounding me, pushing from all sides. I grabbed her long hair in my hand, holding it at the base, and I pulled her toward me with each thrust. As soon as I grabbed her hair, she started verbalizing again:

“Yes…yes….yes….yes…,” was all she could get out, with each syllable hitting as I slapped against her ass. But then, she said, “Choke me, choke me.”

Wanting to be firm without hurting her, I started rubbing my hands around her thin neck, which was now arching up higher than before. I wrapped both hands around her upper neck and squeezed slightly as I continued to pound against her. Not meeting any resistance, I squeezed more tightly this time, applying moderate pressure. She made a small coughing, gagging sound.

“If you stay stop, I will stop,” I said. “Otherwise, I will keep going.”

“Don’t stop,” she said.

I squeezed harder this time, as if I was trying to squeeze all of the juice out of a lemon. Her arms collapsed under the weight of her body, and she buried her head against her pillow. I felt a twinge go through my body that told me that I needed to have an orgasm soon. With both hands still squeezing her neck, I perched on the balls of my feet so that I could fuck from a higher angle and push deeper inside of her pussy. Not caring all that much about whether she would orgasm or not, I pounded into her harder and harder in order to make myself finish. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm for about a minute.

“Squeeze my dick tighter,” I said. “Make me come now.” I immediately felt her seize up around me.

Then I could feel the sperm well up at the base of my dick, and I started to frantically buck against her. Even though I was totally in control, at that instant I knew that I was at her mercy and would do anything for her. I needed her to make me come.

I shot my load inside of her in six or seven bursts, squeezing her neck each time. Buried inside her, I paused for a moment. I felt a few beads of sweat roll down my back.

I pulled my hands off of her neck and heard her gasp for air and making a deep coughing/gagging sound. Her lips squeezed the base of my dick with each cough.

I pulled my dick out of her, and it flopped down between my legs. Feeling exhausted, I rolled onto my back and looked at the ceiling, not thinking about much of anything. I sensed her next to me, but she didn’t move to come closer. I reached toward her and pulled her onto me so that her head was resting on my chest. For a few minutes, we remained like that, not saying a word. Then, she started kissing and licking my chest and my nipples, lapping almost in the same way a cat drinks water. She rolled on top of me completely, using my chest as a pillow. I rested my hands on the back of her head, and I fell asleep in that pose.

When I woke up, it smelled like she had just made herself a coffee.

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