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February 9, 2013 by Rita

White Teeth

7 votes, 4.14 avg. rating (82% score)

I thought to myself in the mirror…

“If someone killed me, would they brush my corpse’s teeth?” Then, I smile and I look at my teeth as I
admire my white, and still cavity free, teeth. Even after almost four decades. I exit the bathroom.

You know that there is a rumor that naughty girls, teeth can go rotten when naughty girls, such
as myself, practice and exercise the act of going down on someone? The rumor goes, “If you give
oral pleasure, then your teeth, will no longer be your treasure.” Yup! Oral and/or gum problems.

I am wearing a new brazier and underwear set, that I bought special for myself, for these
wonderful moments. I began to think to myself as I fantasized about myself. I do various seductive
body poses in front of my bedroom mirror. I think that, I know that I haven’t had to ever wonder or
worry about losing my teeth to giving someone else oral, because I am just too damn lazy to give head.
In my own head, everyone always orally pleases me, and I only have to do very less than minimum work.
I flash myself some teeth in the mirror before I lye back on my bed. I repeated my thoughts back to
myself.

“They all pleasure me. . .”

My feet are on my satin sheets. My legs, along with the bed supporting my back, make the bottom
half of my anatomy form two somewhat isosceles triangles, (I have a terrific arching back). From
buttocks to knees, and knees to heels of feet, plus my back leaning against the bed, I begin.

I imagine a tongue, and then, multiple tongues at the same time, all servicing me orally, so well.
Females and males. The excitement catches me. I hear music? Ok, maybe I started the music from my
mini audio surround sound system that’s mounted on my nightstand, and I failed to mention it about
seventeen lines back, because I am all too deep into non-reality. I mean come on, I am so very attractive
and I am always with beautiful people in my own head. And those people often bring forth, for me, the
best pleasuring techniques that I could get my hands on. And with that, I go again.

It is at this time, the best person of that group of beautiful people, all going down on me,
automatically takes lead in continuously pleasing me. I notice that my ass was clinching the bed a little
more tighter and my ass cheeks were just a little bit closer together but are now spread apart.
What happened to my feet? Oh, they happen to be three feet above my head. My lips are doing that
vacuuming, sucking, and throbbing thing, as the tongue from my mouth is deeply licking and moistening
my speaking lips. I drift off again in an inverted jittery fashion and feeling now ten times more
stimulated than only moments before. My eyes are clinched shut, they feel squeezed tight. My fingers
can hardly move because my grip is virginally tight. Soft rose petals producing sweet and all natural
moisture that pleasantly bonds me to myself, as I feel thoughts of that head master chief, neither male
nor female, takes me there. My right index, middle finger and ring finger, along with my pinky, forcibly
and finally came to a winding and grinding pause. My hand feels like it has been consumed by all
greatness. Kind of like if a large hot dog wiener was wearing a tight wet suit, and going inside of a moist,
small buns length glove cave consisting of a built in pulley system that perfectly retracted each finger
and finger against fingers, safely and especially tailored fitted for that specific inside. For many years
now, this act has done me swell. I grin. I move my right hand and I have free fingers again. I rise up off of
my bed. I giggle at my spot.

I look at myself in the mirror as I pull my lacy panties up and I think to myself…

What a sexy thing I am! And I have such a magnificent kitty. What a pretty smile I have and with such
white teeth. I continue smiling. I think to myself. . .

You know that there is a rumor going around about giving oral pleasure? Giving oral
pleasure could give you oral and/or gum problems, so the rumor says. The rumor goes something like
this, “If you do not what oral and/or gum problems, then do not go around putting your mouth on other
people’s bottoms!” Yep! But, then again, I don’t have to worry or wonder about that, because I am just
too damn greedy to be an oral pleaser. After all, I am so use to everyone else orally pleasuring me.

I gaze at my white teeth as I smile and I close my eyes. I cock my head back as I am wiped away
by my own thoughts. My left fingers start walking towards my intensified pleasure spot. Alone with my
imagination again, I am no longer with myself. My mind fills up with beautiful people. I passionately feel
a tongue on my nipple and then multiple tongues, slightly wet and all over my body like a fine rain,
carefully and caressingly washing, (tongue bathing ), my whole body from my neck and heading south,
directly for my mid-section. From the front, and especially at the back. The bottom half of me is being
felt up and all around. I moan.

My body is going towards my carpeted floor. My eyes build up with sexual pressure. I am now on all
fours, for I just have a single tongue on me now, playfully, gliding a tongue from cheek to cheek. . .
I am brightly smiling.

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January 8, 2013 by azenbloodhammer

Magic Carriage Ride

3 votes, 4.33 avg. rating (85% score)

“How are you still not packed Izzy?” I yelled down the hall.  I stood in her dorm which looked more like a dishevelled mystical laboratory.  While admiring her many alchemical ingredients, magical components and enchantment tools, I caught my reflection in an extravagant silver mirror.  I paused to study myself.  My long blonde hair was perfectly held up by intricate braids, which showed off my small peaked ears.  My soft make-up brightened my hazel eyes.  A simple but elegant green dress with a brown leather waist cincher showed off my slender taught frame; comfortable clothing for the long journey we had before us.

Isabella entered the room, handed me a ten foot pole with brass collars down it and started rummaging through a wooden trunk.

Perplexed I asked “What on earth do you need this for?”

“Don’t worry it collapses, the collars unthread.” She assured me.

“It’s so like you to pack everything but the larder wash basin.” I chided her.

Sunlight shone through a large window and illuminated an interesting shape on her desk.  I leaned the pole against the wall as I walked toward the glowing magical device. I picked it up to inspect it.  It was about 8 inches long, translucent and smooth like glass, but weighed almost nothing.  It was warm to the touch.  The tip of the shaft was soft and rounded like a mushroom cap.  Although it was clear, I could see and feel light blue veins pulse through it, a gentle ribbing along its smooth surface.  As I handled it, the colour deepened and the veins became more embossed.  I felt my nethers moisten and my mouth gape open in disbelief as I realized what it was.  Attached at the base was a soft, supple deerskin pouch.  I gently grasped the cushy sac which made a milky oil flow through the center of the shaft; spill down the head and onto my hand.  I giggled aloud.  Isabella looked over at me and blushed somewhat embarrassed but proud of the device she noticed I had in my hands.

“It’s exactly what you think it is.” Isabella grinned “It was a project for an enchanting class.  From a mystical academic standpoint it’s not that impressive, but it got me a course credit and it sure is a lot of fun to play with.”

My gaze riveted to the device, I smiled and said “Throw this in your pack, it’s coming with us.  Now hurry up the carriage is waiting.”

It was a long carriage ride from the Mage’s College Isabella studied at to my mother’s village in Crag Marsh.  I was approaching my 24th birthday and looking forward to visiting her for the occasion.  I heard the sharp crack of a whip and the driver yell to the horse as the carriage started out with a sharp jolt.  I could feel every bump resonate through my body.  Isabella and I talked about how excited she was to be finished school and start training the shaman at my mother’s village.  After a while, Isabella fell asleep and with no one to entertain me I was bored.  I stared at her as she slept.  Isabella was stunning.  She was the same age as me, but didn’t look a day over 18.  Her wavy inky black hair tumbled down over her small perky breasts which were held up by a blue paisley bodice.  Her tasseted skirt was slit to her long powerful thighs, showing off her glowing tan skin.  She wore leather sandals with straps crossing her ankles and up her shins.  How did she always look so impeccable I often wondered?  It must have been magic.

I slid open the tiny window and yelled to the coach driver “How much longer until we reach the Marsh?”

“Hour and a half at least” he replied.

I crossed my arms over my chest, slouched down in my seat and contemplated what to do for the rest of the ride.

The road was rough.  Extremely rough.  The rigid iron construction of the carriage and the hard wooden bench transmitted every bump in the road right into my tailbone.  I sat up nice and straight pressing my buttocks tight against the seat.  With not a whole lot of material between my labia and the firm bench I began to appreciate the rough ride.  If I couldn’t sleep I may as well enjoy being awake and trapped in a carriage.  My body began to writhe as I let every impact rouse me.  I lifted my leg to rest my foot on the door handle.  Gently, I guided my hand up my thigh to my damp lips.  I ran my middle finger across my wetness before rubbing my clit in small circular motions.  I slid my hand from my clit to my tight tender pussy slowly thrusting two fingers knuckle deep, wiggling them back and forth.  A quiet moan formed in my throat.  I plunged deeper and harder again and again building intensity.   Biting my lip I tried to stifle a euphoric scream.  My body convulsing on the verge of ecstasy, I heard Isabella stir from her slumber.  Her eyes opened slowly and she looked at me with a devious grin.  “Couldn’t sleep?”

Without a word I smiled back at her, set my foot back on the floor and stretched my arms above my head.  She flicked her wrist and a static shock leapt from her finger.  My hands were stuck.  It was as if they were invisibly shackled to the roof of the carriage; I was completely unable to move them.

I smiled coyly at her.  She looked me over and smiled as she said “I can’t take you anywhere.”  Slowly moving toward me she undid the first few laces of my dress to expose my plump voluptuous breasts.  She began kissing my neck just below my ear.  Continuing to kiss and run her lips down my throat and across my chest, she methodically kissed around my breast before allowing her lips to graze my nipple.   She took my nipple between her teeth and bit down, causing me to cry out in pleasure.  Releasing her teeth’s grasp, she tenderly licked around my areola then sucked firmly on my erect nipple.  Running her tongue between my breasts, up my throat and plunging into my mouth, we kissed passionately.   Her forehead pressed against mine for a moment before slowly kneeling down in front of me.  She hiked my dress up and started lightly nipping at my thigh, working her way over to my pink velvety folds.  Her wet tongue skated across my clit, sending a wave of pleasure through me.

Watching me, she sat back on her bench, parted her skirt and spread her long legs wide.  I could see her pussy lips were already sopping wet.  A shiver ran through her as she plunged her fingers deep inside herself.  Still bound by her magic; my pussy aching for more attention, I sat and watched anxiously.  I licked my lips as she repeatedly drove her fingers in and out of her perfect tight pussy.  She threw her head back and moaned.  I felt my arms fall to my sides.  My arms now free, I dropped to my knees in front of her.  Isabella’s eyes shot open and smiled as she looked at me “I guess I lost concentration” she said through a moan.  I softly kissed her inner thigh and began to lap up her sweet juices.  She spread her lips open and forcefully grabbed the back of my head with her free hand.  I stuck out my tongue as long and hard as I could, as I pushed my face again and again into her silky slit.  She slowly drew her hands up her body to untie her bodice.  Her breasts now free, she pinched and pulled on her nipples.  I slid two fingers inside her and sucked her swollen pink button.  Her moans turned to screams as she thrashed rhythmically and came in my mouth.  She placed her hand on my throat and pulled me up toward her, kissing me deeply and sucking her cum from my mouth.

Resting her hand on my sternum, Isabella gingerly coaxed me back to sit on the edge of my bench.  She kissed my lips and said “Here, let me show you a new trick” as she winked at me.  I leaned back against the carriage wall anxiously awaiting what Isabella had in store for me.  Placing her left hand on my thigh, her eyes fixated on mine; she slowly brought her right hand up between our faces.  I felt a static charge through my body and hanging thick in the air as a myriad of pink and purple flashes swirled and wove between her fingers.  She took a deep breath as she slowly clenched her fist.  My eyes widened; I could see her hand pulsating with energy.  She lowered her hand between my thighs.  I grabbed the edge of the bench, clenched my teeth and stared intently at the swirls of colour around her fist, unsure of what exactly I was anticipating.  Her hand shot wide open and a pillar of energy burst into my sopping wet crevasse.  My body shook with intensity.  I let out a deafening scream as I gushed out into her hand.

We held each other close and kissed. “That was some trick” I panted.

“I thought you’d like that” Isabella giggled.

There was a loud wrap on the carriage wall.  The driver yelled “Be there in 20, better clean yourselves up.”

Isabella and I stared across at each other in shock for a moment, and then laughed as we prepared to pull ourselves back together.

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January 11, 2012 by Guest

The Dream

3 votes, 4.67 avg. rating (90% score)

It’s a Friday night, my roommates are out bar hopping and I’m spending yet another peaceful night alone in the apartment. I channel surf for a while before realizing that there’s absolutely nothing on that’s worth watching this late at night. Since I have to get up early tomorrow morning for work, I decide it’s probably smart for me to turn in for the night. I turn off all the lights except for the one in the front hallway and double lock all the doors, except for the front door, figuring the roomies will be too drunk to figure it out later when they come home. As I get ready for bed, I start thinking about my latest ex, missing him as I realize he was the last guy I had sex with, and that was almost 2 months ago. I sigh softly and shake my head as I cuddle into bed; resigning myself to the fact that I’m stuck with yet another night of pleasuring myself.

I open up the bottom drawer in my nightstand, revealing my secret cache of toys. As I reach in and pull out one of my larger dildos, I laugh quietly to myself, thinking what my roommates would think if they saw their innocent little roommate fucking herself silly with a dildo bigger and thicker than her forearm. I reach in to my drawer again, pulling out a small tube of lube, spreading it over the head of the dildo slowly, trailing my fingertips all over the shaft, teasing it like I would a real cock. I reach down and start teasing my already soaked pussy with my fingers, teasing the tip of my clit with my nail as I rub the head of the dildo across my lips, my tongue flicking out, licking the head, slowly sucking it into my mouth. As I continue to tease myself with my fingers and my toy, I feel myself start to get more and more excited, my body starting to squirm, my back arching up, grinding down so hard against my fingers. I slowly pull the dildo out of my mouth, trailing it slowly down my body before rubbing it up and down my slit, teasing myself, making me grind down against the head of it, sliding it slowly inside me, twisting it in circles deep inside my pussy and slowly turning on the vibrations. I start the vibrations as slow as possible and very slowly start to turn it up, getting myself so worked up that I’m squirming and writhing in bed, grinding down against the dildo. I start groaning and gasping, slamming the toy in and out of me. As my orgasm builds, strong and fast, I feel my body tensing and arching up off the bed. When my orgasm finally rips thru me, my whole body totally comes up off the bed and I scream out as I cum, coating the whole toy in my cum. I slowly pull the toy from my body, bringing it up to my lips and sucking it clean.

I reach down and put the dildo back in my toy drawer, looking in to see if there’s something else I want to play with tonight. I finally decide that since I do have to get up early tomorrow morning, it’s probably best for me to just go to bed. I shut my drawer and turn out the lights, cuddling into bed and falling asleep quickly. Around 1:30 am, I wake to hear jiggling at the front door. Since I know my roommates should be back soon, I figure it’s just them and lay back down. I fall back asleep almost immediately and feel myself enter a dream.

A man enters my room, lowering himself to the end of my bed. Even though the room is dark, I can see he is around 6’1 or 6’2, a nice muscular body and fairly large hands. I feel him move up the bed, his hands on the outside of my body. He moves up me slowly, until I can finally see his face hovering above mine, his smile flashing in the darkness. I automatically feel myself start to get a little wet, my legs parting so that his legs can rest between mine comfortably. He moves his legs so that only his left leg is between mine, his right leg on the outside of my legs. Without thinking, I start softly grinding against his leg, letting him feel the growing wetness against his leg. He smiles down at me, the bright white of his smile shocking me once again. He slowly leans down and whispers in my ear, “Are you still feeling horny, my little toy? Because that was quite the energetic play session you had earlier. ”

I moan softly as I hear his words in my ear, arching up against him, tightening my legs around his as I grind against him harder. He smiles yet again and reaches down, slowly lifting off my tank top and then his t-shirt. I reach out and run my hands lightly over his chest, moaning softly as I feel the obvious muscle structure, hearing him let out a sigh as I gently scrape my fingernails down his chest. He lowers his mouth to my ear once again and says, “You’re going to be my little pet tonight and you’re going to follow everything I say, ok? Because if you aren’t going to follow my orders, you will be punished and I don’t want to have to punish you.” I nod my agreement and he smiles at me, kissing me gently on the lips, teasing my mouth open with his tongue, sliding it in my mouth, swirling it around, moaning as he explores every part of my mouth. I run my hands up and over his broad, strong chest, gripping his shoulders and then scraping my nails down his back lightly as he backs off the kiss a little, sliding his tongue out of my mouth and kissing my lips ever so gently again. As he pulls away he reaches down and unbuttons his jeans and pulls them off with his boxers, his rock hard cock springing free then reaching over and sliding my thong down off my legs and tossing it across the room. He lets out one of the most arousing and most frightening moans/growls I’ve ever heard in my life as he sees my completely waxed pussy, gleaming with my own juices. He reaches down and slowly, softly runs a hand over my wet mound, sliding his hand between my legs to cup me, moaning softly as he leans down and nips at my ear lobe, whispering “Mmmm good little girl, your sweet little pussy is just so wet, so ready to be fucked hard by me huh? Just tell me how bad you want my cock in that perfect little pussy of yours.” I whimper at his words, grinding down against his hand so hard, nearly begging to have him fuck me.

He smiles down at me once more and reaches down and grabs one of my hands, bringing it to his cock. I wrap my hand around him, starting to stroke him slowly as he teases my pussy, tracing his fingers over my full lips, the tip of his finger constantly brushing against the tip of my clit, making me moan and gasp, arching up, grinding down against his finger harder, on the verge of crying out, begging him to fuck me. I tighten my hand around his cock as I get more and more turned on, stroking him faster and faster until he grabs my hand, this time to stop me as he smiles and slows his finger on my pussy. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slides his index finger deep inside me. I cry out, clenching tight around his finger as I buck my hips, squirming a little beneath him. He slowly adds another finger inside me, making me clench down around him even more, grinding against his hand, crying out and moaning so loud as he starts to finger me slowly. I watch him start to stroke his cock as he watches my reactions to his fingers inside me, gasping for breath, screaming as his fingers keep hitting my g-spot, my whole body squirming and writhing beneath him. He finally pulls his fingers out of me, bringing them up to my lips, instructing me to clean them off as he parts my legs, moving between them, his cock resting against my pussy. I squirm as I suck on his fingers, moaning as I taste myself on his fingers. I look up at him, begging him, around his fingers, to fuck me, I watch him smile down at me as he parts my pussy lips with the head of his cock, moaning and gasping as he rubs it against my clit, grinding down against him as he very slowly slides his cock inside me.

I clench tight around him as he pushes deep inside me, my whole body arching up against him. As he starts to slowly fuck me, I grind up against him, my legs moving up to wrap around his waist, holding him deep inside me. Our arms lock around each other, our mouths pressed against the others insistently, our tongues twined together as he continues to fuck me slowly, his hard cock working its way in and out of my tight pussy slowly, sensually, driving me wild with every thrust. He and I start to slowly build towards our individual climaxes, the feeling of the other’s growing excitement only fueling our own. I clench tighter around him, feeling him flex deep inside me. Our intertwined moans echoing around the room as we grow more and more intense. I reach my climax first, crying out and clenching around him tighter than ever before, feeling my juices gush and squirt from my body. As my orgasm starts to subside, I feel his begin, his cock bursting inside me, filling my tight pussy with his loads of cum, even starting to feel some of it drip out of me and down my thighs. His orgasm triggering another one of mine, my body arching up against him, my stomach and leg muscles quivering, the rest of my body tensed. As we come down from our orgasms, he wraps his arms around me and holds me against him, my head resting against his chest. He leans down and whispers in my ear “Did you like that pet? Because we’re going to be doing this a lot and I want to make sure you enjoy it.” I nod sleepily, my eyes fluttering shut, cuddling into his arms and falling asleep.

I wake up the next morning, stretching out and thinking back on my dream, about how realistic it felt, how much I would love to have another dream like that. As I stretch, I happen to look over at my night stand and see that my phone is flashing with a voice message. I grab my phone and hit the button to listen to my voicemail. As the message starts to play, I hear the man’s voice from my dream and my heart stops for a moment, scenes from last night flashing before my eyes, realizing it wasn’t a dream at all.

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