Saturday, August 29, 2015

Moving the blog soon...sort of

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Due to Blogger not allowing certain things, I've decided to get my own web site. It'll be It'll be live in a few days, I think (somewhere around September 1). However, since a lot of people still check out this blog, I'm going to keep posting on this blog. The only thing is when I do post on here, I'll put a quick description of the post with a link to my web site where you can see the entire post. 

Friday, August 28, 2015

I'm a Pleaser

Divinity Love
Divinity Love (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I love pleasing women in bed. There isn’t a single thing that I won’t do in order to please my women sexually. Women wonder why I can last so long in bed. My answer is simple. I can’t cum until I know my woman has been pleased. It’s just something that I’ve trained myself for.
My favorite noise in the whole world is hearing a woman orgasming. I love the feel when they do. I love feeling their muscles tighten. I love the look on their faces as they gasp as I enter them. I love skin on skin. I love the soft moans getting louder and louder. I live for it. I live for the pleasure of pleasing.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

TMI Tuesday

Another TMI Tuesday, courtesy of

1. A friend is coming to have sex. There are 3 twin beds and an air mattress in the room. What do you do? (choose one)
a. Have sex where ever we land first, who needs a bed?
b. Have sex on a single twin mattress
c. Have sex on an air mattress
d. Or? (tell us your solution)
2. What is the oddest thing you have in your bedroom that someone would be surprised to find. Why is it there?
3. What are your favorite sheets?
a. Flannel
b. Cotton
c. T-shirt cotton (jersey)
d. Satin
4. Do you sleep with sheets tucked in or out? In. Why? Because it was how I was brought up.
5. What is your usual bedtime? 
a.  8-10 pm
b. 10-12 midnight
c.  12-24
d. Whenever my eyes won’t stay open any longer.
Why? Because I'm usually up at 3 - 4 am to go work out.
5. Do you sleep with closet door(s) shut or open? closed. Bedroom door shut or open? shut. Any particular reason why? no.
6. Have you ever broken a bed or other furniture during sex? plenty.
7. What’s your favorite type of bed for sex? 4 post.
8. What do you sleep in?
a. Lingerie
b. Underwear
c. Day clothes
d. T-shirt
e. Nothing

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Story - Never Sleep With an Ex: Part 5

In their relationship, it was always about competition. One of them always had to get the last word. It was the same thing with sex. She always had to be the last one in control. She thought this time was the same way. The restraints were off. She was resting on his chest. However, this time, the animal inside of Panther needed to be set loose. He needed to be selfish. He needed to fuck. Hard and fast, without worrying about how she was feeling. She got hers. He needed to get his.

Panther threw her off of his chest.

Get on all fours, bitch.

She had thought inquisitive look that said I thought we were done. Fuck no, they weren't done. She positioned herself in the doggie position.

Head down, ass up.

SMACK!!!! Panther's left hand made contact with her ass. Her ass was tight and firm. She'd been working out. Good. For what his cock is about to do to it, she was going to need for it to be firm. She let out a yelp as he smacked her ass hard again....and again...and again....and again...each one harder than the last. He positioned his cock behind it.

First, Panther needed some more of her wetness. He slid his cock inside her pussy and started grinding. With his right hand, he grabbed her hip. His left thumb positioned itself first on her asshole, then it slid inside. He started going faster and faster....harder and harder. She started moaning and shifting her hips. After a few minutes, she hit pay dirt again and came all over his cock. It was at this time that he knew she was ready for what was next.

Panther pulled out of her pussy. Still in the doggie position, He spread her legs wide. Her asshole was waiting, begging for his cock to enter it, to abuse it. Panther obliged. He slowly slid into her asshole. Damn, tighter than her pussy but oh, so so SO good. He worked it in and out slowly at first. Then, as he built up a rhythm, her hips started grinding into me. He bent forward over her with his left hand sliding its way down to her pussy. He played with her clit with his left hand while his right hand was one her hip, her grinding matching his thrusts into her asshole.

After a few minutes, Panther decided to go hard. He grabbed her hair with his right hand and yanked her head back, with his left hand still playing with her pussy clit. He was fucking her ass furiously, harder and faster than he had already fucked her that night. He wanted to explode inside her. He wanted her to feel every inch of him inside her. He wanted her to remember how good it felt to be fucked by him again. He wanted to ruin her for anybody else who fucked her ever again. He wanted her to think about him fucking her whenever she was with anybody, male or female.

Panther grinded his cock deeper inside her. Her screams of oh God becoming louder and louder. Suddenly, she came hard again. She never came while he fucked her ass before. It felt so good with her asshole muscles working his cock that he grabbed her hips and came. As he kept shooting his last load into her, he kept thrusting into her fast and hard, grunting loudly the whole time. Finally, Panther finished draining his cock inside her goodness. Then, he collapsed on top of her back with her still in the doggie position.

NOW, we're done.

His statement was met with a panting, grunting acknowledgement. Mission accomplished. Satisfaction obtained by both. Back to her girlfriend she went. She knew what they had done. She had cheated on her girlfriend with him. Maybe she expected them to get back together. That would never happen. Panther wouldn't let her back in that way. She was the one who broke his heart. She was the reason why he didn't trust any women any more. That night, he took advantage of a situation; partly for revenge, partly to remind her what she gave up. He had no regrets for what he had done. In fact, it felt damn good. He never claimed to be a saint but he was very, very good at sinning.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Story - Never Sleep With an Ex: Part 4

As Panther reached up to her arms to untie her, she gave him a sly yet satisfied grin. He knew that from here on, it wasn't about her orgasming. It was about her competing with him to see which one of them could out fuck the other. It was animalistic before but he knew it was going to go to a rougher level. That was always the thing about them. They spent too much time competing with each other to ever really love each other. They did love fucking each other, though.

The second he untied her, she flipped him over onto his back and quickly tied his hands to the bedposts. Now, it was her turn to do the damage. She started by biting his nipples HARD. Then, she took the nipple rings off of herself and put them onto his nipples. She positioned her hips above his face and lowered herself onto his waiting mouth.

Eat your cum out of my pussy.

Panther's tongue started darting in and out of her pussy. He started to taste his cum, still fresh inside her, mixing with her juices. She grabbed his head, forcing it further into her until he could barely breath. Then, while he was enjoying the meal that was her wet pussy, she started to grind herself onto his face.

Come on, eat it, you fuckin prick. Get at it. Deeper. Put your tongue deeper. That's it.

Demands turned into grunts. Grunts turned into screams. She reached her left hand back and began stroking his cock. Suddenly, her leg muscles tightened around his head and she started shaking. As she came, she grabbed his head and grinded herself full force on his face. Her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure while her juices drenched his face.

After a few minutes, she moved off of his face and crawled down to his cock. Positioning herself so that she could face him, she proceeded to suck and lick his balls. Her tongue felt so good on his shaved balls, twirling her tongue around each one, slowing biting them. Then, one of her fingers found his asshole. She slowly pushed it in while still licking his balls and stroking his shaft. It was ecstasy. The entire movement almost made him cum. She had other ideas, though.

She positioned her pussy over his cock, grabbed it, and slowly guided him into herself. She slowly started building up speed, then getting faster and faster. She was riding his blackness up and down; her olive legs rubbing against his cinnamon hips, drilling herself up and down like a jackhammer, trying to break his cock in half.

She wanted to cum on her terms. He let her control the pace. This was her show. She wanted to show that she was the best, that no one could ever ride it like she could. Her hands cupped her breasts while she rode, arching herself backwards so that she could hit her spot. Then, she stopped and laid on top of him; his manhood still inside of her, and started grinding her hips into him furiously, grunting and screaming. Her hands pinned down his wrists as she rode him hard until at last, her juices flowed down his cock. She waited for the earthquake that was her orgasm to subside, then collapsed onto his chests and undid his restraints. She thought they were done. They weren't.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

TMI Tuesday

Courtesy of TMI Tuesday Blog
1. What star sign are you? Sagittarius
2. Do you believe in horoscopes? No.
3. When is your birthday? Mid December
4. What’s the worst birthday gift a partner has given you? Nothing. I don't get birthday gifts because it's too close to Christmas for people to really care about it.
5. Are you organised when it comes to other people’s birthdays? Yup. I always take the time to wish them a happy birthday.
6. How do you normally celebrate your birthday? Doing nothing.
7. If you could be one age again what would it be? This one. I like where my head is at.
8. What would be your ideal birthday treat? Always sex.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Story - Never Sleep With an Ex: Part 3

English: A nipple clamp clamping a man's nipple.
English: A nipple clamp clamping a man's nipple. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
After draining his cock inside of her, Panther needed to rest up for a few minutes before going at her again. What to do? What to do? She was still tied to the bed. The least he could do is take advantage. He gave her a deep slow kiss, then started to nibble her neck. When sufficiently done making a snack of her neck, he moved to her breasts. It felt incredible feeling her chest rise against his face while she was trying to catch her breath from her orgasmic high.

Panther start licking and sucking her left nipple. So ripe. His tongue flickered on the tip of her nipple while her body quivered under his tongue's magic. When he was done tasting their combined sweat off of her nipply goodness, he moved to her right nipple and repeated the process.
With her nipples hardened and sensitive, he reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps...the pair she left from the last time she was in his bed.

I was wondering where those went. You kept them.
Did you use them?
Yes...... without elaborating.
Put them on me.

Panther put the nipple clamps on her. The expression of painful pleasure was priceless. He knew what it was time for next.

He crawled down between her legs and lifted her hips so that her legs were over her head. Her ass was spread and exposed for him to ravage and he did not disappoint. Panther's tongue lovingly rimmed her asshole while his left hand start rubbing her clit. He wanted it prepped for his tongue to take over. His tongue decided to have a mind of its own so while his hand was occupied, it decided to go deep inside her asshole. Both forces awoke the beast inside her. She started squirming and moaning. Panther was in heaven.

Then, Panther's fingers decided to get in on the act. They stopped rubbing her clit and started to spread apart her pussy lips in order to get inside. First one....then the second one....still tight but still accepting. Dare he go for three fingers? Yes, he dared. He stuck three fingers into her waiting and wanting pussy...her moans so loud with pleasure at the entry while his tongue continued its dance on and around her asshole. His hand built up a rhythm...first slow...then faster.....faster...faster...faster...faster...faster....faster....faster.

She struggled to break free of her silk bonds while Panther's hand and tongue, working in perfect unison, guided her body to yet another wave across her emotional void. She violently thrashed her body while exhausting herself from her spasm while he selfishly took satisfaction in his handiwork. By then, his cock was ready for more action. He then did something she liked to do. He untied her and let her take control....

Friday, August 14, 2015

Story - Never Sleep With an Ex: Part 2

....After the ex had come down from her orgasmic wave, Panther lowered her down to the couch, then picked her up and carried her to the bed, kissing her deeply the whole time. He laid her on her back. Then, he brought out two scarves, tied each one to his bedposts and tied the other ends to her wrists. She came here to fuck? Then they were going to fuck and fuck hard, damn it!!

Panther spread her legs, stroked his cock a few times to get it to full staff, and slowly entered her wetness. DAMN!! He forgot what a vice grip her pussy was but it was so good to be in it again. Their eyes locked as he entered her inch by inch. Soft moans escaped from her lips as he went deeper and deeper inside of her. Then, he laid there on top of her, inside of her.

Is this what you wanted?
Do you feel it throbbing inside you?
yes. please fuck me.
Tighten your pussy muscles around it. Choke it with your pussy.

Orders followed. She tightened her vice grip even tighter.

That's a good little bitch. You're still my bitch. Never forget that.
Yes, I'm still your bitch. Fuck me. Fuck me NOW!!!

That's what Panther wanted to hear. All the pain of their past relationship came back. They weren't making love. They were fucking. Raw. Hard. Animalistic. And he went at it. HARD!! He pulled out, then back in and made her feel it. He started increasing the rhythm, driving his cock in and and and out.....

Every time, he heard her moan. Then, the moans turned into screams.

Hit it, daddy!! Hit the spot!! Fuck me harder!! Harder!!!

Harder and harder...Faster and faster....Her hips thrusting to meet his thrusts while her hands struggled to grab, futile in their endeavor because of the bindings that Panther put on them. She was at his mercy and he was going to get what he wanted. He was going to make her cum hard; harder than when he ate her earlier.

Panther didn't have to wait much longer. Her breathing got heavier...her screams got louder...Who cared if the neighbors heard them? Let them enjoy the show. Let them pull down their pants. Let their women play with themselves, wishing they were fucking like rabid dogs.

Suddenly, her legs wrapped themselves around his, her back arched and a scream went out. Her body began to shake uncontrollably. Pay dirt. She rode the wave again. Panther kept thrusting while she let her orgasm take over her body. Then, as she was on the cusp of finishing her wave, he sat up, still inside her, grabbed her hips, and started drilling her hard and fast, making her cum even longer.

As she rode the back end of her wave, Panther decided it was time to let go. He thrusted myself in a few more times and prepared for his release. Should he pull out and cum on her stomach? Should he cum on her breasts? Maybe he should cum on her face and make her lick it off. He decided on another option.

His muscles tensed and with one final thrust and some grunting and screaming, he stayed inside her pussy and let loose a torrent of creamy sweetness. The first thrust went deep. Then, another thrust, another grunt, and more cum flowed. He wanted her to drain his cock. He wanted her to milk him. She obliged. Her pussy drank him in, tightening with each thrust, milking him dry. A final thrust and he was drained of his heavenly goodness. Breathing heavily, sweating profusely, he landed on top of her and rested for a minute.....but he wasn't done. They weren't done...not by a long shot....

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Story - Never Sleep With an Ex: Part 1

The funny thing about ex girlfriends is that they have a way of popping back up in your life. A while ago, the phone rang.
Can I come over?
Fool. Panther didn't want to deal with her. After all, who wants to deal with an ex? This girl was bisexual. He knew that going into the relationship. It made the relationship fun, to be honest. In the end, though, it was her never wanting to get emotionally close that ended the relationship. Some people are just like that. Yet, here he was saying yes to her coming over.

She showed up at his door. She was about 5'2", petite with olive skin and long black hair. She was very pretty and proportioned perfectly, with breasts that weren't too small but not too large. He gave her a kiss as she walked in. Damn, she wore Chanel. Panther loved Chanel. She asked for a drink. Wine was the order of the day. He had a few bottles from a party he had thrown a few months back. They sat on the couch, pours a couple glasses, and proceeded to talk about old times.

After a few glasses (ok, it was more like a bottle and a half) of wine, the conversation got to the part Panther always hated. Apparently, she had gotten into a fight with her girlfriend and wanted a shoulder to cry on. She started moving towards him. He gave her a hug. Fool.

The next thing he knew there was a hand moving on his cock and it wasn't his hand. His neck was getting kissed and his ear was getting nibbled. What the hell was going on? More importantly, what the hell was he doing? Did he really want to let his guard down and let her back into his life again? Did he want to have her get at his heart only to break it again? NO!!!

He pushed her away and told her it was probably best that she left. Then, she gave Panther that stare. You know the one. That I'm going to fuck the shit out of you stare. In the next 10 seconds, his mind reasoned out the arguments faster than a supercomputer.

Should I let her get near me emotionally?
Should I just fuck the shit out of her and make her regret what she gave up?
Who the fuck cares?

Panther's hunger for her flesh had reached a fever pitch. He lunged at her and kissed her lips. They were full, Angelina Jolie style. He kissed them passionately, remembering how great a kisser she was. After a few minutes, clothes started coming off. First, her shirt and bra. Then his shirt. She slowly kissed his chest, then threw him back down to the couch. She fumbled for his belt and unbuckled his pants. Panther lifted up so he could kick off his sneakers and take off his blue jeans.
She found what she wanted. It was 8", rock hard, throbbing, and ready for her waiting lips. She blew her hot breath on it and slowly took the head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around. Then, she proceeded to gulp his entire cock into her mouth. She played Panther's manhood like a tactician; expertly stroking, sucking, and licking his shaft, varying the speed. Her tongue started licking his clean shaven balls, her lips gently pulling on them, then releasing them with a smacking sound.

After about 10 minutes of this, Panther was about ready to cum. His body tensed up as he groaned and held her head as he shot a large load into her waiting mouth. She swallowed it all. Good girl, or so he thought.

She moved off of her knees to his lips to kiss him. Suddenly, he tasted his own saltiness emoting from her mouth to his. Dirty girl. She pretended to swallow his cum and instead, fed it to him with her tongue. Naughty girl. He swallowed it while she finally did the same.

You bitch. That deserves some payback.

Panther yanked off her jeans, bent down, and put her legs onto his shoulders. He lifted her up and put her up against the wall. She loved this position, being almost 7 feet off the ground while his tongue worked its magic on her clit; tickling it, alternating between her clit and her pussy lips. Her juices flowed onto his face while she squirmed and moaned as he built up her orgasm. He delighted feeling her leg muscles tighten around his head. Suddenly, they clenched, nearly choking off Panther's air. He gently stuck a finger up her asshole to make her orgasmic wave that much more forceful. She exploded onto his face, screaming and grabbing at him while her body shook from her orgasm. Mission accomplished for now.....

Sunday, August 9, 2015

From the Butterfly Chronicles : You Want to be a Bad Girl

I know your thoughts. I see them racing through your mind.  You yearn to be bad. For too long, you've had to be the good girl.  You've been wrapped up in a pretty little package and placed to the side, like a birthday gift.

You've had thoughts lately, though.  Raw, sensual, dirty, sexual thoughts.  Thoughts that need to be acted on. You want to be taken, to take what you want. You want to be fucked, hard and fast. You want to be tied up. You want to tie someone up. You want to be gagged,  to be fucked in public,  with and without someone watching.  You want to choke and to be choked.

Above all,  you want to be free; free to do all those things you know you want to do, free from society's reins. Here in my garden of Eden, you can be. Let me tempt you with my apples and the fruits from my tree of knowledge.  Let me be your Lucifer.

Friday, August 7, 2015

College: the Beach

When I was in college, I used to love going to warm climates and going to what were basically oversized frat parties. Ah, the follies of youth. The girls at spring break, though, were amazing. One year, my friends and I went down to Cancun, Mexico. We did the usual guy stuff. We went to the bars, drank our asses off, watched hot women doing wet t shirt contests, and laid out on the beach. At night, we hit the clubs and tried to score with hot girls. Like I said, typical neanderthal guy stuff.

One night, we were at one of those beach clubs when my friends and I spotted 4 girls drinking and dancing away at the bar. Being drunk and stupid, we decided it couldn’t hurt to say hi to them. As my friends started taking to the other ladies who were supermodel quality, I started taking to the mousier one. Her name was Stephanie. She was quiet and shy and seemed to be the geeky brains behind the group. She went to school at USC. She was Asian and wore black rimmed glasses. With me being the geeky brains behind my group, Stephanie and I got along great. We talked the rest of the night, then decided to ditch our collective friends the next day. We hung out at the beach, went to a few bars, then went out to a beachside restaurant that evening.

Throughout the day, we were holding hands and caressing each other. While laying out on the beach, I kissed her on the cheek. She kissed me back full on the mouth. We made out for the better part of the afternoon. After a romantic dinner at a restaurant far away from the college rowdiness, we took a walk at end end of one of the beaches. We sat down in a relatively secluded part of the beach and started making out. Our hands were traveling everywhere. She wore a blouse and skirt, while I was in a collared t shirt and jeans with sandals.

She started taking off my shirt. At first, I was taken aback. She was moving pretty quick. It wasn’t that I was going to say no. It was just that up until then, I hadn’t had a girl who wanted to make the first move or have sex in a public place. I decided to hell with it and to go for it. I quickly stripped off her clothes while she ripped off mine.

We were completely naked on a sandy beach in a warm climate. The moon bathed our lustful bodies in moonlight while the waves slowly lapped slowly around us. Off in the far distance, we could hear crowds of people at the bars going nuts with the music.

I laid back on the sand while she got on all fours and started sucking my cock. The waves crashed against our bodies as she quickly stroked my shaft and sucked on my head. I motioned for her to swing around in a 69 and put her pussy on my face. She quickly obliged. At this point, I didn’t care if we had an audience. I just wanted to eat her pussy and fuck the living shit out of her.

After what seemed like an eternity of mutual pleasure, I desperately wanted to feel my cock inside her. She swung herself around to the cowgirl position and lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. Damn, she was fuckin tight but it felt so damn good. She rode me like it was the last time she was going to have sex. She bucked back and forth, hard and fast, drilling my member. The warm ocean water surrounded our bodies. We moaned and screamed loudly. Suddenly, her body started shaking as she came. I didn’t last much longer; pumping a load of cum into her tight pussy for what seemed like forever. She collapsed onto my chest, then we laid there, enjoying the view and the moment.

We had sex a lot more times during that week and promised to write and call each other again. Of course, since it was just before the age of the internet, that proved to be futile. However, we’ll always have those memories of Cancun. They still bring a smile to my face.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

TMI Tuesday

Courtesy of TMI Tuesday Blog

1. Do you believe in ESP (extrasensory perception)? No. Do you have those abilities? No.
2. Do you laugh when someone tickles you? I'm not ticklish.
3. Do you like teamwork? It's the only way to get the job done.
4. What one thing can you do today to feel you have been productive? Work on this blog. Will you do it? Already on it.
5. Finish this phrase: “Hell hath no fury like … ” Obviously, a woman scorned will be the most popular answer. It's also the most correct.
Bonus: Pick one – Sex:
1. wild or mild wild
2. day or night both
3. top or bottom both
4. weekly or monthly daily
5. noisy or silent noisy
OK, so I only played by the rules for 2 of those last ones. To me, however, rules are merely suggestions. You don't get to be great by playing by society's rules, even with a simple quiz.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Treat Her Like a Lady

There are many reasons why women cheat on their husbands and boyfriends. A big reason is that the men in their lives start taking the women for granted. They stop telling them how beautiful they are or how much they desire them.

Guys, women want be know that regardless of how long you've been with them, that they're still sexy to you.  When you're with one, tell her how beautiful she is. Tell her how pretty her eyes are or what a nice hairstyle she has. Tell her how much you like her shoes; not because you have to but because you want to. 

When you're having sex with her, tell her how good she tastes. Tell her how much you love being inside her, any part of her. Tell her how beautiful her lips are, both pair of them. Tell her how soft and smooth her skin is. Get nasty and tell her what a good fuck she is.

A woman, any woman, needs to know these things. They give her confidence and self esteem. That, in turn, will mean better sex and love for you. Oh and mean what you say. Fakeness is never a good thing. Don't over compliment but compliment, nonetheless. If you don't tell her all of these things and mean them, then she'll look for someone who will. I guarantee you, I will be that someone she's looking for because while you're wondering where she is, I'll be the one sexing her....repeatedly.