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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Naked Truth About Foreplay - A Vixen Commentary...

In my personal experience, I have noticed that some men do not find the importance in foreplay in a sexual relationship. Either that, or what they believe to be true about foreplay is simply put, bullshit. And after participating in various discussions, groups and forums, I have realized that not only are some men confused or wrong about foreplay...but some women are as well! So in order to get your minds right on the topic at hand and dispel the myths therein, I decided to do a little commentary of my own...Learn, grow and COMMENT!

Myth: ALL men, and any truly sexual woman loves intercourse more than anything, is always ready to go, and wants to get right down to it as soon, and often, as possible. This belief simply isn’t true but is perpetuated in movies, late night television and literature as well. If you read any issue of Penthouse Letters, the latest Zane work or even MY own tales you’ll see it, often in the form of “...she was dripping wet instantly...” and other such lies. How often do we see couples REALLY cater to each other before goin' at it on them late night Showtime/Cinemax movies? EXACTLY! The truth is that it takes time for a woman’s body to become fully aroused and there’s no shortcut around simple biology. Stroke fiction tends to de-emphasize the arousal phase of sex both to appeal to a primarily male audience (the same reason you see so much attention to physical descriptions, right down to a list of measurements, for the females in our stories) and to meet the conventions of the genre. Tales which are likely to be read as fantasies for private masturbation tend to cut right to the chase because they’re all about the orgasm--not the characters’, the reader’s. Their primary purpose, when you think about it, is to help you cum faster when you’re alone, not better and more often when you’re with a partner.

The stereotype of the submissive dick-hungry bisexual nympho living in those stories is a tissue-thin (if you’ll pardon the double entendre) fantasy, meant to arouse your mind as a shortcut to orgasm. Mind you, I’m not criticizing these stories; I write them! But when it’s done well, female readers get to fantasize about a world of sexual promiscuity and adventure without social consequences and men get to immerse themselves in a world where every woman, no matter how off-limits in the real world, is an eagerly available sex partner. That’s my goal, to take the reader (no matter the sex) on a fantasy ride, a journey of sexual debauchery and exploration. But what’s hot on the page, the detailed depiction of fantasy sex that really get your mental gears turning and your blood flowing isn’t necessarily what would make the best sexual encounter in real life. After all, if real sex were like the stories, men would also be expected to get it up five times in an hour. (WOULDN’T THAT BE DIVINE?!? LOL!) Since that’s also a biological impossibility [ :( ], perhaps we should try to keep the difference between fantasy and reality in mind when thinking about our partners.

Reality: for most women, including those who love sex, foreplay is often, if not usually, the most important part of sex; and most men don't get nearly the pleasure they're capable of experiencing, either. The perpetually turned-on and ready-to-go woman doesn’t exist anywhere in the world, and any woman who claims to be one is either psycho-biologically abnormal (clinical nymphomania, maybe?) or lying in order to be seen as more sexually attractive. Sure, it’s an old truism that women care about foreplay more than men do; we’ve all heard it before, and probably muttered under our breath after experiencing the “Wham-Bam-Thank You, Ma’am” style of sexual encounter. That doesn’t mean that men are bad in bed, don’t care about pleasuring women, or even that men are easier to please sexually than women. In fact, most men aren’t getting one tenth of the pleasure from sex that they could, but very few know it.

Because we treat the penis-centered experience of male ejaculation as the ultimate in physical pleasure and the only indicator of successfully completed sexual union, not only is female orgasm relegated to a position of minimized importance, but men aren’t encouraged to explore their bodily responses and experience the expanded possibilities for pleasure opened up by extended arousal. So basically ladies, we've come to accept that when HE cums...IT'S OVER! Well, I say FUCK THAT! If he gives a shit about you he should WANT to do any and everything in his power to make you have THEE MOST fulfilling sexual experience possible. Which means YOU SHOULD cum too! Yeah...thats right! I SAID IT! And if you are with a partner who is "ALL ABOUT GETTIN' HIS," then you should do some extensive thinking about if he is worthy of your body at all!

Very rarely do we discuss why women want and need more foreplay, much less why men might want it too--and almost never do we give men good incentive for, or good advice about, spending more of their time and erotic energies on foreplay. Nor do we, as a culture, teach men how to spend more time on arousal without getting physically overstimulated and thus risking the ego-shattering experience of turning into the one-minute man when intercourse actually happens. Simply put, more frequent foreplay trysts can aid your man in staying hard LONGER without cumming prematurely while fucking. (Don’t you just HATE that?!? Ugh.)

Foreplay & gender: a few additional thoughts to consider: Men--when your partner is fully aroused, she’s more likely to be open to new things, more eager to bring you pleasure, and to leave with a positive impression of the sexual encounter--regardless of what happens during actual intercourse. She’ll most likely remember the romantic shit afterwards----all the kisses, licks and caresses…more than how many strokes actually hit the SPOT! Also, a highly stimulated and aroused woman feels better during sex--beyond the obvious question of vaginal lubrication, extended arousal phase causes all the tissues of the vaginal wall to swell, making her both softer in texture and tighter around you. YESSSSSSSSSSS! “Ladies, if you ain’t tight, your shit just ain’t RIGHT!” OKAAAY!?! Now boys, what’s not to like about that?

And, while oral sex is great fun for all concerned, it’s not only not the end-all and be-all of foreplay, the “I do you, now you do me, then we fuck!” approach can lead to some seriously unfulfilling lovemaking. Foreplay should be fun and stimulating for both parties, without resulting in premature ejaculation and a disappointingly short romp in the sack, a sore jaw, or a mounting sense of futility--you know, that “what’s the point of this?” feeling.

Women--if you don’t really know, or can’t bring yourself to tell your partner, what gets you really hot for him, it’s not fair to put all the blame on him if the sex isn’t great. Learning to be a good lover takes time, patience, and practice--and even if your partner is interested in improving his skills, there are limits to what can be generalized. Every woman’s body and mind is unique unto her, and if you expect your partner to learn what you like by trial-and-error then know that it’s likely to take a long time, or cause him to give up out of sheer frustration. And if you want to steer his efforts, do it gently and positively, okay? Nobody likes to be criticized, particularly while they’re naked. Be sensitive to his feelings in this because whether he admits it or not, a fair amount of his self-esteem is wrapped up in his dick and his performance as a lover.

Also, foreplay isn’t a one-way street. While there are some obvious visual triggers and “hot spots” that can get a man ready for sex quickly, paying attention to a man’s whole body will still feel very good for him, and will slow down the arousal process a bit and help prevent that “hair-trigger” phenomenon that everybody hates. And if you would like to get extended and more diverse attention paid to your body, giving it to him first is a good non-verbal way of trying to express your desires and teach him to fulfill them. Plus, contrary to popular belief and conventional wisdom, slowing down the male arousal phase actually leads to longer and more intense ejaculations and even the all-too-rare phenomenon of the multiple-orgasmic man. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! DATS WHAT THE FUCK I’M TALKIN’ BOUT! And that's the TRUTH baby!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Size Whore - An Erotic Tale...

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Friday, July 10, 2009

Back On My Square... - A Vixen Entry...

Damn. Sitting here just thinking about the past week. Ever since I got that phone call I've just been so angry I haven't been on my keep it cute shit. I been spazzing out and saying shit thats just been downright rude and wrong. As a graduate and even as an adult I gotta start taking control over my own life and not letting the petty things in it take me off my square. And you guys know what I mean when I say "off your square," right? When you calm, you lovin' life and nothing can get to you you are on your square. But as soon as you let an outside force, an alien of any kind infiltrate and change the way you're feeling on the inside about yourself, your mood or your outlook on life, you've been taken off your square.

I can't afford to let others and their feelings and the things they say or do take my off my square. I gotta start dealing with life and the curveballs it throws my way a lotta bit differently! LOL! I can't be so quick to damn somebody to hell and say all kindsa obsenities to bring that person or people down especially since words do indeed have power. I know that ALL too well. There have been times when the words of others have made me feel so bad (we talkin' YEARS ago! LOL!) and so low that I'd literally get depressed and lock myself in my room. Then one day I woke the fuck up...realized that while words do indeed have power, I could no longer let them have power OVER me. It was then that I started loving myself ALOT more and valuing the opinions of others ALOT less. But still, sometimes I slip up and things and people infiltrate without setting off any alarms. And the sad thing about that is that I'll be off my square and not even realize it until its too late and my anger has taken on a life force of its own.

Because I KNOW I have a mouth, because I KNOW how hurtful and downright "ignant" I can get when it comes to the words, I have to be EXTRA careful and keep the lid on extra tight. I try so hard to be that person who is cool with everyone but some people think that because they see me always smiling, always on my own shit that any and everything can be said to or about me without repercussions and that's definitely not the case. Come on, we all got limits! LOL! At the end of the day, I don't have a problem with ANYONE...except those who bring that shit to me. Ask any of my friends, I'm cooler than a fan jack! LOL! But when you have people who judge before they even get to know you, making assumptions or basing their opinions of you on the observations or opinions of others, you have to be very wary of who you let into your life and in your heart. I'm just a very private, guarded person...so if you see me around and I look mean, I'm really not (unprovoked of course! LOL!), I'm just cautious.

That's why I only roll with a VERY select few. My girls know who they are and I love them to no end. Don't roll with too many guys cause it's gets complicated for a multitude of reasons, but when I come across a guy and we understand each other, then I have their back no matter what. My friends love and understand me and I will always appreciate them for that. And you know what I REALLY love about them? They have my back even when I'm NOT there! Lemme tell you, something will go down or someone will mention my name in a negative manner and these girls will check their asses with a quickness, without thought! That's how I know that the bond we share is real.

They not out to ruin me, ain't gotta watch my man around them or worry about them betraying my trust, cause when I'm not there they STILL looking out for my best interests! That's such a rarity nowadays, ain't it? I mean, you can't fake being REAL...and they've proven time and time again that they REALLY care. I love them for that. Sometimes, it's them who have to yank me back onto my square when somebody is tempting me to get "ignantly" off course. Yeah, they gotta gimme reality checks sometimes. LOL! But I know that when I get one of them looks or a "You know you was wrong!" it's coming from a loving place and they just wanna see me at my best. Why can't everyone be like that? Why can't we all just want the best for each other?

The world would be THAT much better if we supported each other instead of bringing each other down. Why not compliment the girl with the cute outfit instead of sending a "Oh, she think she all that" her way? She could be workin' 3 jobs to pay that shit off! Hearing that just might make her day...might make it all worthwhile! Why hate on the nigga with the prettiest girl on his arm? You never know what he did to get her OR the HELL her ass may be putting him through! Just give the nigga his props and keep it moving! Just sayin'...life's too short to be filled with hate, anger, animosity, resentment, jealousy and all that other petty shit. And rumors? Let's just stop them altogether! They're juvenile and at the end of the day lemme tell you...they hurt people.

So let's start helpin' each other remain on our squares! I'm talkin' MAJOR POSITIVITY PEOPLE! When you see somebody slippin' off the muthafucka, offer a kind word or a helpin' hand...don't make the shit worse for 'em! And God ain't done with me yet, I still struggle EVERYDAY to keep my attitude under control. But isn't that part of the human experience, striving to achieve great feats and become the best you YOU can possibly be? That's what the fuck my journey is all about, getting better, learning, growing, evolving...and supporting the evolution of others along the way! So fuck whatcha heard...I'm back on my square and I'm STAYIN' PUT! Are you on yours?

Monday, July 6, 2009

THE BITCH IS BACK!

Oooooooh Blogspot readers, how I've missed you so! It's been so long since our last encounter and alot has happened in my life since I last blogged. My dear apologies! I have decided to RE-VAMP the blog and blogging as we know it! I got rid of the other blog and decided to start anew...a fresh start to an even FRESHER blog!!! YESSSSSSS! But anywho, be sure to check out everything my blog entails, comment and check back regularly for ♥ ...Salaciously Addictive... ♥ exclusives! So there will be erotica, Salacious/How-to guides, diary entries, THE BOOK updates and more that will only be available here folks! SO FOLLOW ME! I really hope you all enjoy the ♥ ...Salaciously Addictive... ♥ experience! Are you addicted yet?

Mr. Carter - An Erotic Tale...

Mr. Carter - An Erotic Tale...

Veronica strutted into her new office job thirty minutes early on her first day. She had gone out the night before and bought a brand new outfit for the occasion, a suit with knee length skirt, and vest, white blouse and a jacket that she wasn't wearing today. Veronica loved the suit, she thought she looked great in it, with her high heels and push up bra on she knew that all the guys were watching her and that a lot of the women were making mental notes for their next shopping trips.

When Veronica got to the front desk the manager of the office came out to greet her. Bobby Carter walked up to her and they shook hands. He was in his late 20s, with a smooth caramel complexion, black hair that was cut low and had sexy brown eyes to boot. Veronica thought he was pretty good looking and smiled to herself when she noticed him checking her out. Mr. Carter explained that she would be his personal assistant helping with all sorts of different jobs and assignments. She smiled at the notion. He opened the hallway door and let her go through first, explaining his office was at the end of the hall on the left.

Veronica nodded and walked down the hall slowly, swaying her hips a little more than usual, she could feel his eyes undressing her from behind. Veronica reached the office and quickly pulled her red hair out of the pony tail she had it in and rearranged it into pig tails, she checked herself out in the mirror quickly before he got into the office and closed the door. Mr. Carter set down a big stack of standard paperwork on his desk and began.

"Well Veronica, we have a lot of papers to go through, we might be in here for a while, would you like something to drink?" he asked.

"Just a cup of water please." Veronica responded back. Mr. Carter brought her a cup of water from the cooler on the other side of the room. They started to go through the details on the forms he had brought in.

"OK, so I just have to go over the basics with you first to make sure we have everything right, your name is Veronica Smith, born January 5, 1986, is that right?" he asked. Veronica nodded her agreement to the details.

"Yes sir, Mr. Carter, that's me," she replied.

"And it says here your last employer was... 'Club Hypnotiq?' What's that?" he asked her. Veronica giggled to herself, she knew that he already had the answer to this in his file, she had gone over it with the lady who had done her interviews, she decided to have a bit of fun with him.

"Well I worked there when I was in college, started when I was 18, it's a strip club downtown, I started out as a waitress, then when I got a little more confidence I moved on stage and started dancing." Veronica always included that on her resume, she had gotten at least 4 interviews with guys who did hiring because they wanted to see a former stripper up close, or at least that was her theory.

"Then when I turned 19, I started to do private dances and finally when one of the managers left I took over her position." Veronica could tell that he was picturing her naked at this point, he was obviously thinking about her big 36D titties in his face. Veronica herself was starting to get turned on though, thinking about how much she was driving him nuts. They kept up on the paperwork, until Mr. Carter had to show her something on his computer, she moved around to his side of the desk and 'accidentally' spilled her water in his lap.
Veronica's The PERFECT Assistant! She's Gonna Give Mr. Carter EVERYTHING He Needs...

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry Mr. Carter! I'll clean that up right away...you stay right there!" Veronica got some paper towels from the other side of the room and came back, slowly wiping up the water from his pants all around his now throbbing dick. She also did her "bend over" maneuver, making sure that her tits were giving him a good show.

"There...all better," she said putting the paper towel in the garbage and sitting down beside him again. "Thank you Veronica," Bobby said uneasily avoiding her gaze. "No problem, Mr. Carter. I'm gonna make sure I give you everything you need! I have a good head on my shoulders and I intend to show you JUST how good it is," Veronica replied with a heavy hint of seduction in her voice. Mr. Carter did his best to keep his mind on the task at hand.

"So what's your best skill?" Mr. Carter asked while preparing to jot down her answer. "Hmmm...I can take dick VERY well," replied Veronica with a mischievous smile. "You mean DICTATION?" Mr. Carter corrected. Veronica's eyes met his and she said, "Whatever you say Mr. Carter."

A couple hours later, Veronica was back on the opposite side of the desk. She stretched out her leg, meeting his under the desk as she began to rub her bare leg against his, catching his eye over the desk, she smiled.

"Veronica, what are you doing?" Bobby asked timidly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to stop?" Veronica replied lustfully. Bobby shook his head no.

"No, no that's good..." he replied, Veronica pulled her shoe off and worked her foot up to his crotch, slowly rubbing it up and down his hard shaft.

"Are you happy that you hired me to be your assistant?" she questioned teasingly. Mr. Carter nodded of course, he had his head back, eyes closed and was thoroughly enjoying himself. Veronica got up and went around to his side of the desk, getting down on her knees as she undid his pants and pulled out his dick, she gently stroked him.

"Have you been thinking about this all day?" she asked seductively, as she toyed with his balls, he moaned an affirmative response. Veronica giggled and unbuttoned her blouse.

"Do you like my breasts Mr. Carter?" she teased, he smiled, reaching out for her tits, but she shook her head.

"Not yet, first I want something from you..." she smiled deviously and then sucked his dick into her mouth. He groaned as her tongue worked over the head and around the shaft with ease. She was starting to get really wet herself, when the phone rang. Veronica stopped sucking his dick while he checked the caller ID.

"Fuck, it's my wife...hold on a minute. Hi honey, how are you?" he answered. "Yes I'm working, I just got out of a meeting that's why I didn't call earlier... the new assistant? Oh, she's gonna go far! Yeah, she's working hard...real hard for the cream," he paused. Veronica smiled at him and slowly started to suck his dick again. "Oh shit," he groaned, then quickly recovered. "I gotta get some papers downstairs right away, I got to go babe. See you tonight!" He hung up the phone and sat back again. Veronica sucked him hard and spit covered his long shaft. He groaned a bit as she sucked faster, bobbing her head up and down on his dick, working his balls with her hand.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he moaned. Veronica only sucked harder at this, his dick burst out a huge load of warm cum. Veronica tried to swallow every drop, but some dribbled out onto her chin.

"Shit girl, you sucked that dick so good!" he exclaimed. She stood up and smiled, she wiped the cum from her chin and licked it from her fingers.

"I'm good at other things too, let's get you hard again so you can find out!" she giggled again. Her pussy was getting wet as she pulled off her blouse and bra, then her skirt. She sat on the desk and spread her legs in front of him. She teased herself, getting more and more turned on, the scent of her dripping pussy drifting over to him. Finally, Veronica reached down and started to rub her pussy through her soaked panties.

"Mmmmmm, my pussy is really wet!" she purred. "I can feel it through my panties, do you want to see it Mr. Carter?" she teased, slightly pulling her panties aside. Bobby obviously wanted to see her pussy, so finally she pulled her panties off. Spreading her legs again she reached down and spread her pussy lips, rubbed her clit, then licked a finger and slid it inside her.

"Oh! It feels good to finally have something inside my tight pussy..." she moaned softly, she played with her titties with her other hand while fingering herself. Bobby tried to get up to get her, but she pushed him back down with her foot.

"Not yet, you haven't seen it all..." she told him as she slipped two fingers into her pussy and started fingering herself more, moaning and squirming on the desk. "God, I just love having big dicks inside my pussy. Don't you want to fuck me with your big dick Mr. Carter?" she teased him. He leaned forward and she held out her sticky fingers to him, he sucked the juices off then lowered his face into her pussy and started to lick her to ecstasy. She moaned and squirmed while he licked her clit and shoved his tongue into her warm, wet opening. She played with her nipples and moaned as he ravaged her pussy.

"Yes baby! Lick that pussy....Mmmm, that's the spot, right there!" she said as his fingers found her pussy. Him pushing them deep into her while licking her clit was causing Veronica to come close to an orgasm. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Bobby you in there?" a deep male voice called out.

"Awww shit, it's my boss! Quick! Hide somewhere, if finds us like this he'll fire me!" Bobby freaked out. "Just a minute, just have to close up this personnel file," he replied to his boss. Veronica grabbed her clothes and got under the desk while Bobby let his boss in.

"Sorry Charles, was just going through some files and the wife called, you know how it is." They moved into the office and sat down.

"So your new assistant gone for the day?" Charles asked, Bobby looked at his watch, it was already five thirty.

"Yeah, she had a good first day, I really think she'll work out fine." Bobby replied.

"I'd say, I saw her at that club she worked at downtown a couple years ago...MAN, she phatter than a muthafucka, nawmean?!"

"She's definitely sexy alright." Bobby replied, unsure of what to say with the naked beauty under his desk. He felt her hands working up his legs when Charles said, "Anyway I'm out! Don't work too hard, aight?"

Bobby laughed, "No problem man, have a good night," he replied. As soon as the door was closed, Veronica was on her hands and knees on Bobby's desk.

"Why don't you get back to work on my pussy Mr. Carter?" she asked him. Bobby quickly responded by shoving his face into her ass cheeks and pleasuring her pussy all over again. Veronica licked her finger and started to rub her ass, moaning softly as she pushed her finger in slightly. Bobby shoved two fingers into her pussy and started to finger her quickly. She put her head down on the desk and let out a long moan.

"Mmmmmmmmm!! Fuck me Mr. Carter!!!" she cried out afterward. "Fuck me please!" Bobby quickly got up and pulled his pants off again. His dick was now standing tall as he slowly pushed into her tight pussy.

"Ohhhhh yes!!" she cried out as his throbbing dick sat inside her. Veronica bucked back against him, his dick pushing into her intensely wet pussy. Bobby started to fuck her hard, he groaned and kept fucking, her pussy was the tightest he had ever been in. He started to talk shit to her when he realized he was wearing her pussy out! "Gimme dis goddamn pussy! You like all this dick I'm givin' you? You like gettin' fucked by the boss? Say you do!" Bobby wanted to make her cum so he licked a finger and slowly pushed it deep into her asshole.

"Yes! Yes! I like it when you fuck me Mr. Carter! AHHHHHHH!!!" He pounded her while his finger was in as far as it could go. Veronica came so hard, her pussy muscles clamping down on his dick.

"OH FUUUCK! KEEP FUCKING ME!! YESSS!!!" she moaned. Bobby knew he wasn't going to last much longer in her tight pussy, he thrust harder and harder until finally he rammed into her and came, his hot cum filling her pussy entirely.

"Aww goddamn...that was fuckin' great!" he exclaimed as he sat down. Veronica smiled as she rubbed her cum filled pussy, she licked the mixture of her own juices and his cum off her hand.

"Mmm, what a first day!" she cooed, and both of them looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Definitely a good first day!" he said. Veronica pulled on her clothes, redid her hair a bit and went home for the night. Bobby could only wonder how much work he would actually get done with Veronica working under him...

Salacious Sex Talk...Intro To Phone Sex - A Salacious Guide...

Salacious Sex Talk...Intro To Phone Sex - A Salacious Guide...

*In my more serious moments, I wonder what Alexander Graham Bell and Sigmund Freud would have said about the erotic phenomenon that has become known as phone sex. I have already shared with you previously some of my salacious secrets when it comes to how to improve or get into the art of fellatio, now I'm gonna tell you how to get into phone sex. Wrote a guide 'bout it, like to read it? Here it go! Enjoy!*

The subject of phone sex requires little introduction - it is simulated sex via telephone in which the goal is to sexually stimulate one or both of the participants and the use of voice is the only human contact it involves.

Firstly there are hundreds of commercial phone sex lines that one can call which cater to every taste and fetish. It's an exceptionally lucrative industry and after working for one and seeing the effects it has on it's male customers, I can understand why. There's always someone out there horny and stroking a rock hard erection while letting his mind wander in search of just the right fantasy to inspire a gut-wrenching, earth shattering orgasm.

Perhaps he's alone and bored with the well-thumbed porn magazines and the same old video fuck scenes. Maybe he wants something different, something wild and kinky, or maybe he simply wants to connect with a willing open-minded partner who will participate in his fantasy while he gets his rocks off. An easy solution is to call a phone sex line and indulge in a few minutes of live facilitated masturbation.

There are few qualifications necessary; a minimum age of eighteen, a healthy libido and the cash/credit card to pay for the call. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with the practice. It's safe, disease-free and an excellent masturbation accessory for many reasons. The biggest advantage being that the caller doesn't have to make small talk, prepare someone, or break the ice. Maybe that's why guys like it so much? LOL! After all, he is in control and decides who to call, when to call, what to talk about, and how long to talk.

When I first started working, I was told that a quality phone sex operator should be well informed and articulate about a wide variety of fantasy subjects including domination, bisexual threesomes or cross dressing. And she should be able to tell stories or graphically describe complicated scenes without being tongue-tied or shocked by callers who request them. Because I was already well-versed in EVERYTHING phone sex (thanks to the Morgan males calling my room phone at all hours and a few old boyfriends! LOL!), I already knew what to do and say to get boys where they needed to go! LOL!

However, contrary to popular belief it's not only men, or women who work on adult phone lines, that participate in phone sex. It also exists in the context of intimate relationships or between lovers who are separated by distance or circumstances. It's the perfect way to have a carnal connection when you and your lover are apart and enables you to merge emotionally, share physical feelings and fantasies and ultimately reach sexual release.

Many people simply add a little anticipation and spice to their love lives by discussing their fantasies and desires over the telephone and masturbating together.

Now, I'm not suggesting that you pick up the phone and talk dirty to the first stranger that answers, but if you have an established mental and sexual rapport with another person it can be a mind blowing and intensely exciting experience that can make the lines sizzle.

Here I do speak from experience and can vouch for the fact that phone sex between people who care about each other or have a strong emotional connection is so much more than talking dirty or a few pants and moans on a phone. It is more like a dance of seduction with the mind and words are the music. Sometimes the music is hot and played with fire like a tango, evoking lust and wantonness and exploding in a climatic ending. The words set the tempo, are scintillating and lusty and can go something like a convo I had yesterday:
So You Think You Can Cum...On The Phone?!?

"I want you girl."

"Mmm, you do? Tell me how much?"

"So much that I'm going to call you as soon as my next break come..."

"Oooh, that sounds delicious. I can't wait baby."

"Uh-huh, me neither. Thinking about you already has me walking around here with a hard dick. Get them fingers ready for me; I'ma call you in 30 minutes."

Click.

28 minutes later. Ring.

"I'm alone."

"You do know that waiting for you like this has made me so wet, don't you?"

"And you have no idea how fucking hard you got this dick. My dick real ready for you. I'm unzipping now. Are you naked?"

"Yeah I am, spread out on my bed with not a stitch on."

"Ohhhh, shit you shouldn'tna told me that shit! And whatchu doing?"

"I've been touching my nipples, they so hard for you, running my fingers over my tummy..."

"And your pussy?"

"No, I wanted to wait for you, baby."

"Mmmm, spread them lips open for me, slide a finger inside dat pussy and play with dat click (he meant clit, but alotta boys for some reason think it's called a click. I didn't correct him...not the right time! LOL!) too."

"This pussy so wet for you boy. My pussy want dat dick so bad..."

"And I want to fuck you so hard. I want to push my dick all the way inside you and fuck dat pussy good."

"Oh shit, Yesss! I'm fingering myself. Mmmm."

"Fuck, this precum coming out for you. I'm smearing it over the tip now and stroking dis dick up and down."

"Mmmmm."

"Do you have your toys there? All of them?

"Mmm yeah I do, with fresh batteries."

"Good because I want you to put one in your pussy. Slide it in for me baby but don't turn it on yet."

"My pussy love dis shit. I'm pushing it in but I wish it was your dick. Ahhh, fuck! It feels so good boy. I wish you could see how my pussy is wrapped around this big muthafucka and how hot it looks with my pussy lips gripping it tight.

"Oh Fuck! Let me hear, baby. Put the phone down there by your pussy and thrust it in and out of dat shit girl. Let me hear how fucking juicy and wet you are..."

Welp, that's enough of that! I think you get the general idea of hot lusty phone talk. Needless to say, it got even hotter before he finally came all over the employee bathroom mirror for me. YESSSSS! Told ya a bitch gots skills! What else can that lead to, but an explosive mind-blowing orgasm?

As with physical lovemaking, sometimes the tempo is more of a waltz; smooth and gliding, seductive and tender. I'm SO on my Dancing With The Stars shit! LOL! It may go something like this:

"I want to kiss you deeply boo and run my hands all over your naked flesh."

"Mmmmm...and I want to run my tongue over your chest, suck on your nipples and lick all the way down to your navel."

"Ah you sound so sexy girl. I wish you could suck on me now. I'd love having your sexy lips wrapped around my dick. Long, deep, slow sucks..."

"I want you so much baby, I wish you were here inside me."

"I am babe. I'm deep inside you and I want to hear you come hard, boo..."

Yes, it's masturbation, but there's no doubt of the connection and the profound intimacy involved. It can be like making tender love or fucking with wild abandonment. That choice lies with you and your partner...It's all up to you!

Phone sex can happen just about anywhere where people have some privacy, but the most important aspect of phone-sex is imagination. If you've never tried it before, you and your partner will need to allow yourselves entry into the world of intimate erotic conversation and fantasy together. And trust me when I say, when done right and with an open mind...you won't regret it!

If you have absolutely no clue on how to get started, try imagining what you've always wanted to do with this person and describe it step by step or share your steamy desires.

Initially some people may feel awkward or tongue-tied and it's best not to try and force yourself to say something vulgar or X-rated that feels or sounds contrived. DON'T! YOU'LL SOUND STUPID! Rather just chat as you normally would and ease into a more intimate exchange by saying something as simple as "I wish you were lying next to me." Or you might want to remind him or her of an incredibly hot session you had together and how horny thinking about it has made you. "Remember when I tasted you in the Science Complex bathroom in between classes before your final presentation? You got that A because of me! It felt so good making you cum..."

You could also explore sexual situations that you have yet to try together in reality. That's bound to get the juices flowing both literally and mentally and you can go from there.

The way you use your voice and the things you utter to each other are triggers that spike and enhance the stimulation, so yes, you do have to be graphic and explicit. Ladies! Be sure to put on ya sexy voice to let him know EXACTLY what time it is. He should be able to know just by that change of tone that it's NASTY TIME! LOL! That's just how it works. And you do need to be comfortable using words that usually turn someone on. GET DIRTY WIT IT BABY! When you fantasize and are getting off alone you don't think of words like "penis" and "vagina." You think of more vivid and SALACIOUS (YESSSSS! LOL!) terms like "big hard dick," or "tight pussy" or "dripping wet cunt." Don't be afraid to say those words. You'll be surprised at how liberating and how arousing it is for both of you. And it will add to the excitement and intensity of the experience if you can just kick back and let yourself go.

Hot, dirty talk gets easier and comes more naturally once you're relaxed and aroused. I don't make this shit up folks...Trust Da Vixen, she'll take ya far! And there is nothing that beats hearing the inflections in the other person's voice, the sound of their breathing changing, the little gasps and moans of pleasure as their excitement grows and their orgasm builds. And ladies, there's NOTHING hotter than hearin' him cum...knowing that YOUR voice and YOUR fantasies brought him to orgasm may cause yours as well!

So, once she begins revealing that she imagines you treating her like a slut, pushing her up against a wall and slowly but forcefully licking and biting her everywhere until you finally thrust your dick inside her, or he reveals that he wants to blindfold you and eat your pussy until his face is dripping wet, I think you'll manage to find your sexual imagination lurking somewhere.

Discussing fantasies is often a huge turn on and are especially intimate and arousing for sharing during phone sex. If your own fantasies don't come to mind in graphic detail, why not ask your partner what their fantasies are? Or if you really want to up the erotic ante and be adventurous, consider sharing your deepest, darkest secret fantasy, which by implication suggests that it's possibly going to be a little over the top and very wild. It's probably also not something you would ever do in reality but is great fantasy fodder for screaming, toe-curling orgasms.

Fantasies can be anything! From pretending to break into their home, making them your sex slave and having forceful rough sex. During phone play a normally conservative lady can become a hot slutty bitch or a whip wielding dominatrix. A married father can be a raunchy bisexual stud enjoying a gang bang or a forty year old can be a high school cheerleader in the locker room.

We all have hidden desires that we may be too reserved to talk directly about with a partner (I don't... :), and yet they really arouse us. With the phone as a go-between it can liberate you to open up mentally and feel comfortable enough to express verbally without fear of judgment. No matter what those fantasies are, you can explore them through the art of slow, seductive conversation, heavy breathing and grunts of pleasure while you touch, finger, stroke yourself or get adventurous with your toys, in such a way that it lets the other person know that not only are you into it, but that it's exciting you to the point of orgasm as well.

There are no boundaries as long as both of you enjoy the conversation and respect each other's comfort zones. The intensity of the experience will depend on how much you are prepared to let go, how far you will allow your imagination to stray and of course how comfortable you are communicating with the person on the other side of the phone. I've had some really intense phone sex encounters where the combination of intimate talk combined with the physical play resulted in some of the most deeply satisfying climaxes and multiple orgasms I've ever had.

So, next time you're thinking of that special someone, feeling horny and can't be with them, remember that there's a phone in every household, hotel, pocket or handbag and a fantasy in every mind. With a little privacy and imagination, you and your partner can enjoy an erotic encounter so vivid, that you can both feel, smell and taste it.

And you don't have to wait for him, or her, to be away to try phone sex. Consider it as a new twist to spice up your sex life and to explore new ideas. Not only will it allow you a joyous excursion into a fantastic mind fuck, but whispering sweet nothings or purring sizzling somethings into the phone can let you get up close and personal at any time of the day or night. Plus, it will let your lover know that they are desired by you and even though you can't be together right at that moment; there is no place that you'd rather be than in their arms and in whatever position you two hold dear.

Well, I hope you've enjoyed your journey into the wonderful wonderful world of sex talk...it has been a pleasure sharing some of my expertise and wisdom on the subject and I wish you all well on your phone sex endeavors! Lemme know how it goes!

Avoiding "HELL-atio" 101 (aka How To Blow Him AWAY!) - A Salacious Manual...

Avoiding "HELL-atio" 101 (aka How To Blow Him AWAY!) - A Salacious Manual...

In the spirit of love (and lovemaking...LOL!), Salacious thought she'd give you gals a few pointers on how to orally make this year one that your man will remember for years to come! Girls ask me all the time for advice and to teach them how to please a man sexually, when the truth is...fellatio is something that you have to have a passion for. I attended a forum not too long ago that had me shaking my head because I realized that my girls out there need help! They don't know what the hell they doing and are leaving these poor brothers unsatisfied! They are going about oral sex ALL WRONG...and I feel it's my duty to help them escape oral-mediocrity or what I like to call "HELL-atio!" Most girls don't (or can't) successfully please their men orally because they are scared of it, disgusted by it or simply don't desire to do it in the first place. So while I cannot "teach" you ladies how I do what I do as well as I do it, I can give you guys a few pointers so that your next oral venture will have your man's head spinning!

DISCLAIMER: I am not endorsing performing this on everyone you come across (Because not ALL niggas deserve to be blessed!), Salacious just hopes that girls who are in romantic relationships are equipped to please their men! Keep in mind that oral sex is a tool for not only pleasure, but a way to express your love to your mate. And if you are not mature enough to handle the topic and language therein, Salacious WON'T be offended if you choose not to read on! I'm gonna be really frank and REAL throughout this guide...so you've been warned! Enjoy!

Oral sex is an art form, and in an age where sex is deemed as something impersonal, pervasive, and even anonymous at times, oral sex seems to get lost in the shuffle. People are impatient, they want instant gratification, and that seems to most clearly show itself within sex, where the goal seems to be: stick it in and cum, get yourself off, and move on. It's a grand game, with a clandestine scoreboard. Many people define themselves by the QUANTITY of their lovemaking, how many partners, and how many times a week. What they fail to realize is that you can have all the sex you want, but it's almost all masturbation--just getting off, which is something you can do all by yourself--if there isn't some special element, something deeply sensual and satisfying, something transcendent. Otherwise they're all just aimless fucks, one no more special than the other.

The first thing I would tell you is, don't ever do it unless you are into your man and you want to pleasure him deeply. It is an acquired taste, something you not only get used to, but you start to enjoy once you get good at it. The feel of a thick dick in your mouth can be one of the greatest, sexiest (LOL!) and hottest feelings you can have, provided you have yourself in the proper frame of mind. Don't do it otherwise, you'll end up hating the experience, and he'll end up resenting you for it. NEVER let a man force you to do something you don't want to...Unless you can be enthusiastic about it, don't bother. And DON'T be scared of the dick! It ain't gonna bite you gurl...the entire act serves as an opportunity for you to tame and control not only the dick, but the man as well.

If you've talked yourself into it and you want to pleasure him with your mouth, you need to remember that your entire mouth is a sex organ. Not just the lips! Even though part of it involves tightening your lips around his dick and bobbing your head that's not all that oral sex entails...Within your mouth you have a tongue, which if you learn how to use it, can produce a momentous amount of pleasure to your man. Your teeth can bring him pleasure, but PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! Guys sometimes like it if you nibble softly on the head...BE SURE NOT TO SCRAPE OR GNAW THE PENIS! Remember, it's a POWERFUL (YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! LOL!) but sensitive muscle. Your cheeks should be included on the action, and though a guy might think its hot to see his dick pushed against the inner wall of your cheek, learn to suck them in hard and tight as you suck, giving his dick more to feel, almost like a vagina.

And you have a throat ladies! Don't abandon it...use it! Learn to position yourself so your mouth and esophagus line up, and you can deep throat just like a porn star! Even your gag reflex, if you learn to control it a little and not fear it, can be used for pleasure. I don't have one, but that works to my advantage actually. As you can see, there is much involved in sucking dick than just putting his thing in your mouth. It takes knowing what you have to use and making it work for you.

If you're just learning, though, don't be afraid to use your hand. If done right, your hand can be an extension of your mouth. Lubricate his dick with your mouth and tongue, then tighten your fingers around it and stroke him as you pleasure the head and first two to seven inches of his dick with your mouth and all therein. Don't squeeze too tight; this should be a gliding motion up and down it, from your lips to his pelvis. Guys always ask girls to play with their balls during this time, and you should let your hand go wherever you want it to. But the key idea is pleasure, and your hand, if done right, can be an excellent source of pleasure for you both.

Let your man touch you when you perform on him. This should be a giving experience for both of you, let him caress your face and push your hair from your eyes. A caveat, though, if your man is becoming aggressive, and you are not comfortable, stop what you are doing, do not get yourself hurt, inside or out, just because he is becoming an asshole! Remember, YOU are in control!
The Vixen Is Telling A Few 'Salacious' Secrets...To Give The Girls A Helping Head...I Mean Hand!

I prefer to have the man sitting, cause when I have them stand they shake and lose their balance! There's nothing wrong with it, because after 2 minutes and 30 seconds (3 minutes tops!) it's over anyway! When you are giving him pleasure, he is vulnerable and weak (If you are doing it right!), and guys hate being vulnerable, especially with a girl. That is why I prefer to make my man comfortable, have him sit or lie down--it lets them know I'm in control.

One thing I always do to make a man cum super hard and fast is look him deep into the eyes. This has nothing to do with technique or dicksucking ability, but it has to do, again with the demolition of the male ego. It's all about body language. If you close your eyes, you might appear to be more into his dick than him...and even if that's true, you don't want HIM to know that! If he closes his eyes, that's a good signal and his body's way of telling you he's enjoying you. But the maintenance of eye contact makes the experience something else. There is something more involved than just a mouth and a dick. There are two souls involved, not just bodies.

By looking at him, you can see not just if you are giving him pleasure, but if it means something more to him than just the act. And there is nothing sexier in the world than a man who will look his woman in the eye while she is pleasuring him or while he is administering the pleasure to her. I was blessed with dark brown eyes, and that seems to mean something dark and almost lustful, as if I were born to suck dick. LOL! And I always use them to my fullest advantage, seductively looking at him as I please him or maybe rolling them back when I deep throat. Your man will never say 'I Love You' more times in rapid succession than when you are looking him in the eye and driving him into a helpless orgasmic frenzy with your mouth. As I always say, "A Man ALWAYS Loves YOU When He's About To Cum!" LOL!

Soft moans on the dick do a couple of things. For one, the vibrations add to the sensation, and he will definitely feel them shoot up his dick into his lower torso. For another--and this is important for a guy--it makes him think you are enjoying the act and even getting off on it. It makes him feel validated, like a real man, its a true ego stroker, when his woman moans for him. Even if it's fake, it is still worth the trouble to moan on it.

ONLY if you trust the man should you let him "fuck your mouth!" Again, this goes back to power roles, so do so only if you're comfortable. I say this because many men like to put their hands on the back of the head and start thrusting their dicks in and out of the mouth. Even though I find that sexy as hell, for beginners it can be both uncomfortable and irritating. If that happens, he might use his dick like a knife, stabbing your mouth and throat instead of finding pleasure in them. I say this all the time, not just in this guide but in conversation, but you don't have to give up control in order to be sexy. You don't have to feel vulnerable or slutty if you don't want to. And don't ever let a man talk shit to you if it makes you feel ashamed, ever! That's not what you signed up for!

However and wherever he cums is up to you. Never give up that decision to him! I'll say it again...You are in control! If you feel strongly about it, don't give in and swallow if you don't want to. In a more intimate setting, it is up to the woman, not the man, in what manner he cums. You've done all the work; the least he can do is just enjoy it and not bark out orders. OKAAAY!

Pay attention, though, to what he does. Keeping your eyes open is not only hot as hell as I've already said, but it keeps you aware. And if you look up and see your man huffing and puffing and moaning, and you feel the cum rise in his dick as you hold it in your throat, you can keep your control. You can pull it out and stroke him to get him off if you don't want to feel his cum in your mouth at all. You can grind your mouth down further on his dick and let him cum down your throat. Some guys like to, (And I don't know why really...LOL!), but they like to jack themselves off at the end and aim the cum into your mouth. I don't find anything sensual in that at all. Always, though, pay attention to what he is doing; he will give you signs of things to come even if he is incapable of speech at that moment...which is usually the case with me. LOL!

Some girls like to put something in their mouths, like vodka or ice, to enhance the pleasure. If I use anything like that, it is ice, because ice is clean, it becomes water fast, and it can be swallowed easily. It also turns from 32 degrees to 98.6 rather fast, so you don't have much time to employ a mouthful of ice shavings. But it does work, in much the same way as if your man runs an ice cube down your neck, between your breasts, down your stomach, and into your pussy on a really hot and steamy evening, and he will be gasping from the very first moment. Beginners should not use any food products, like whipped cream or chocolate sauce...you will most likely gag on it, or it will run out all over your chin and neck...NOT CUTE! LOL!

I hope this helps in your pursuit of giving your man the ultimate pleasure, head, oral sex, whatever you want to call it. I call it 'blessing', and if I do say so myself, I think I am the best you'll ever meet. Maybe there is a harem girl in Arabia somewhere who is better, or a porn star that makes seven figures a year who can see my skills, but I simply don't see it happening babes! And don't think I've told y'all ALL my tricks...cause when it comes to sex, call me Dr. Ruth! LOL! But remember girls to be VERY selective in who you 'bless'! EVERYONE is not worthy of the gift that is oral stimulation and gratification. My hope, though, is that the amazing art of fellatio doesn't die with me, and guys, if I can help your girlfriend to lighten up and give you the best head of your life, then this met its purpose. My sisters, let us band together to right oral wrongs and avoid "HELL-atio" wherever possible! You don't want to be the talk of the campus...because you don't got your "head" on straight! LOL! Good luck girls, let the force be with you...and let Salacious know how it all works out!

One SEXY Phone Call - An Erotic Tale...

*This one is for all my girls who know that having a dirty mouth ain't always such a bad thing...LOL! Enjoy!*

One SEXY Phone Call - An Erotic Tale...

Ready to leave the restaurant and get things underway, Quentin was rushing through the meal, hoping to get as quickly as possible to the hot chocolate dessert...between his girlfriend's legs! If only he was in control, if only he had any say in the events of the evening. Janet was clearly steering the erotic ship and Quentin was just second in command. She handed him an envelope, slid back in her seat, and licked her lips sensually.

"What’s this?" Quentin was as puzzled as he was intrigued.

"Just open it," Janet was smiling like a cat. She slid off her shoe and ran her foot up and down his leg as Quentin ripped open the seal to read the contents of the envelope.

"This coupon is good for One Sexy Phone Call? Gee...thanks alot." Disappointment showed all over his face. It was an Intimacy Coupon and needless to say Quentin was hoping for something more, well, something a little more physical.

Janet slid out from her seat, whispered in his ear that he should get the check and announced that she was going to go to the ladies room and would be right back. Quentin’s disappointment was short lived; he began looking forward to an evening of sensual exploration with his lovely dinner companion. The waitress was waiting patiently for him to sign his credit card receipt when Quentin’s cell phone rang. He looked quizzically at the caller ID; it was Janet calling.

"Hey, what’s going...," he was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Boy, mmmmm, I’m so looking forward to feeling your tongue in my pussy tonight. You know, it’s so wet right now. I bet it will feel so good when you are sucking my clit. Mmmmm, my juices taste so sweet," she said, licking her fingers. "Are you going to lick my pussy till I cum in your mouth?" She was purring sensually and Quentin was looking around like he was on a hidden camera television show. He swallowed hard and subconsciously grabbed his rapidly swelling dick. The waitress cleared her throat and quickly brought him back to reality. He signed the bill and gave her a huge tip while Janet whispered naughty things in his ear and he fidgeted in his seat.

"Are you going to fuck me good tonight, Quentin? I’m really looking forward to feeling your stiff dick, thrusting deep inside me. You want that don't you? You want to feel my tight, wet walls gripping you, squeezing you. I know you do. I know you want me to ride you, work that hard dick, up and down, until you to get me off. You want to suck my hard nipples while I’m fucking you? Oh yeah, grip my hips while I work my hot pussy on you and get myself off."

Quentin was aroused beyond his imagination. He did his best to reason with her like a man negotiating the deal of a lifetime without letting the people at the next table know what he was talking about. "Listen, let’s get out of here and we can see about taking care of your needs. I'll be more than happy to lend my services to you, hopefully to your satisfaction."

Janet toyed with him. "I’m going to suck your dick so good you’re going to be screaming like a little bitch. I’m going to lick that head, I'm going to swallow it and use my lips to drive you crazy. I’m going to give you the hottest, wettest, nastiest head you’ve ever had. How’s that sound?"

Quentin swallowed hard and could barely catch his breath. The woman of his dreams was seducing him with confidence and skill. She knew exactly how to demand what she wanted and that turned him on more than he had ever experienced before. He was in a daze, listening to her soft whispers and naughty promises when she casually strolled up to the table, still on the phone, still taunting him with erotic images that had his blood boiling. '"Can you hear me now?" she teased.
Sometimes A Phone Is All You Need...

He hung up and made no effort to hide his desire to leave. He was going to take her up on every one of her offers and then some. He put his hand on the small of her back and escorted her to the door. Outside, in the cool night air, Janet stopped Quentin and planted a sexy kiss on him. She pressed her body to his and put her tongue seductively in his mouth. He feasted on her soft, full lips and ran his hands up and down her back.

He opened the door to his car and watched her slide in. By the time he made it around to the driver’s side, Janet had her dress up and was fingering her pussy, shoving her fingers inside, fucking herself with abandon. Where her panties were was anybody’s guess. Quentin was frozen in amazement. All he could do was stare. He glanced around nervously in the parking lot to see if anyone could see his girl about to have an orgasm.

Janet played him well, teasing him all the way to the dorm. By the time they made it to the room, Quentin felt like he was going to explode. They were ripping at each other like dogs at Michael Vick's house. Janet pushed him back on the bed and mounted his face. She worked her pussy over his mouth, feeling his tongue probe deep inside her cavity. He grabbed her thighs and held on tight as she came in his mouth. She wasn’t finished with him yet. Steadying herself, she stood up and walked over to the dresser, bent over and looked back through lust-filled eyes and said, "Quentin, fuck me!"

Quentin stood behind her and did as he was told. His dick was rock hard and he rubbed the head along her wet slit. Shutting his eyes, he grabbed her hips and thrust himself into her. He was releasing all of his sexual frustration; he was trying to make her scream. He was intent on ramming every inch of his hard dick inside her. Janet was fucking him back, rubbing her clit, moaning so loud that the people in the next room could hear. She didn't give a fuck. They were like sweaty, hot animals in the throws of primal passion. Janet’s legs started shaking and she was going to cum. "Fuck me harder, fuck me deeper, fuck me. That feels so good. Oh shit, I’m gonna cum." Quentin wasn't too far behind her. He pulled out of her and stroked his swollen, chocolate dick double time...shooting hot, white cum all over her smooth, brown ass.

Exhausted, they landed on the bed in a tangle of quivering flesh and limbs. Janet had a look of profound satisfaction on her face. Empowered and satisfied, she was proud of herself for putting him through all of that so he could give her some good, frustrated dick...and he wasn't complaining either! "I'll take that coupon now..." Janet looked at Quentin with a huge grin. "Oh no, you won't...cause I'm gonna be using it again REAL soon!" They laughed and drifted off into sleep...both glad that she had given him One Sexy Phone Call.

Desperate For An A+ - An Erotic Tale...

Desperate For An A+ - An Erotic Tale...

Tiana was a junior in college when she had her first sexual encounter with a professor. She was majoring in Child Care and the 5'7", 160lb student with the long, thick legs and a phat, juicy ass to match had been working herself to death every night, all alone, in her room to finish her final project.

Tiana had always had a crush on her professor, Dr. Valentino, but never thought anything would come of it. And she tried her best to impress him with her brains as well as her sexy thighs in those short skirts she liked to wear with no panties. On the day her final project was due, Tiana woke up late because there had been a power surge and her alarm clock didn't go off. She hurried herself into the shower, not getting in her morning orgasm and feeling anxious about the day.

She went to copy the project file from her computer to a disk and saw that the second half of the project had been deleted in the power surge since she had clumsily fallen asleep half-dressed and in the middle of her project. Since she was already late for class, she just took what she had and walked to school, she told her professor what had happened and he said they would speak after class, in his office.

She met him in his office after class. "Tiana, your grade on the project as it is, is an F. Now, I am willing to let you do some make up work that can get you up to an A. But I cannot change the grade of your project and these aren't being accepted late," said Dr. Valentino.

Tiana couldn't help herself, her eyes started to tear up.

"There isn't any way that I can finish it and bring it to you later today?"

"No. The project is out of the picture at this point. What we need to do is decide what you can do to make it up," said Valentino.

"I'll do anything you ask, professor. I have to get an A in this class!"

"You know Tiana, I always keep it cold in my classroom just so my dick can get hard looking at your nipples through those silk shirts," he said.

Tiana had no idea what to say to this, but she quickly made up her mind to let him do whatever he wanted to her, since it was a fantasy of hers to be dominated by him. She sensed that he wanted her to seem reluctant before giving in.

"Well, I have noticed that it's always chilly in here," she said. "But what I would really like to discuss is my make up work." She shifted so that he could see her D-cup breasts protruding from her blouse. She bit her bottom lip and looked him in the eye.

"If you keep pretending you don't already know where this is going, your grade will be affected."

"What would my grade be if I took off my skirt and blouse?"

"Haha, a D, if you want to get serious about this, you should strip. NOW. So that there isn't a piece of clothing on you, and you'll lay on my couch on your back."

She decided not to speak, but to obey. She slowly stood up and removed her blouse, button by button, and slipped it off of her shoulders. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it fall from her hips to the floor. Her black lacy bra was next to go, and she turned her back to him as she gently bent over and tugged her matching panties off. She lay on his couch, motionless, her heart racing.

"That's much better, Tiana. I need you to know that I am not going to fuck you more than you want to be fucked, and I need you to agree to let me do as I wish with you and not object until I say we're finished. If you do this, you will have an A on every assignment for the rest of the semester," said the professor.

Tiana looked in to his eyes, blinked, and nodded yes.

He felt himself grow stiff in his pants and had to stop himself from touching his huge erection. Tiana was just laying there waiting to be his. He could not do anything but touch her. He ran his hands over her nipples and cupped her breasts. She let out a short whimper as he straddled her and leaned down to lick and suck her nipples and her neck. As he was licking and blowing and pinching and sucking her nipples until they were about to explode, his hand was moving along the inside of her thighs.

He brought his hand further up and cupped her mound, applying a little pressure. He parted her shaved, glistening pussy lips and began to rub her clit very softly in a circular motion.

What Would You Do For An A+???


She gasped. He slowly and easily slipped two fingers into her dripping opening. She was so wet, and he was so hard. She was already getting so aroused that she wanted to suck his dick until he came harder than he ever had before. She reached up to his pants and grasped the long, thick erection. He shook his head no. No? She could hardly stand it anymore, the way he was touching her, rubbing her clit, gently and then forcefully working her pussy with his fingers on her G-spot. And all the while he was still breathing on her nipples and taking them in and out of his mouth. She felt a stimulation overload when he began to move downward and kiss her pussy.

All of a sudden he slipped his fingers out and started to pressure her clit with his tongue. He brought his thumb back up to roll her clit around while he roughly began to lick her slit up and down, in and out, with his free hand pinching her nipples until she began to buck her hips up and down, grinding her pussy into his face.

He was hungrily lapping her juices and working her pussy with his fingers and tongue so that she couldn't hold off anymore and a multiple orgasm surged through her entire being and her pussy was dripping uncontrollably.

"Ohhhhh God yes, yes, yes! Oh, Professor please don't stop. Fuck me with your fingers! Oh please fuck me!," squealed Tiana, unable to control herself. Her thighs were shaking and she felt herself building up to a newer level of orgasm. Tiana could not believe the words that had just come out of her mouth! She had only had one experience with intercourse when she tried it with a friend, she loved it and now wanted more from the professor but she still felt a little bit inhibited and thought maybe it should end here.

Valentino lifted his head, "Do you want to be my little slut, Tiana? If you're my little slut...you get an A+. Your little pussy was so hot and wet and ready for me. And I think you're ready for more, aren't you? I can see the juices dripping out of you. Come on over here little girl and suck my dick until I'm ready to fuck you senseless." His eyes gleamed as he watched a seductive smile cross over her surprised face.

He knew she wanted him. He had always thought to himself that Tiana must be the kind of girl who loved to suck dick really hard until you can't help but cum down her throat. He could tell that his suspicions were right when he saw her begin to lick her lips.

"Yes Professor, I'll crawl to you like a good little slut. I want to take that long, thick dick of yours into my mouth and deep throat you until you cum in my mouth," Tiana had made up her mind, her pussy ached and throbbed and she needed to be fucked, hard and SOON.

She lowered her naked frame to the floor and slowly crawled to his lap. She didn't take her eyes from his as she undid his belt and skillfully slid it off. She unbuttoned his pants with her teeth and pulled his zipper down while massaging his massive dick through his pants. Her professor was starting to breathe faster and she knew he appreciated what she was doing. She slowly pulled down his pants and boxers and began to softly jerk off his dick while she bathed his balls and inner thighs with her soft lips and tongue.

Valentino thought he was going to cum right then and there seeing this gorgeous young girl becoming his subservient sex partner. She began to lick her lips and rub them up and down the length of his member. Her pussy was becoming increasingly wet and she needed to either get him off or get on top of him. Tiana decided to continue the blessing for as long as she could stand it before her clit exploded, she deep throated his 10 1/2 inch dick and her mouth encompassed his balls. She rolled them around on her tongue and squeezed his thighs as she slowly pulled away and began quickly swirling her tongue around his thick, mushroom head. She could sense by his body movement and his moaning that he was close.

Tiana decided to take charge, whether he liked it or not. Her hole was dripping and begging for attention. She stood up and Valentino only had one second to begin asking her what she was doing before she had sat on his lap and buried his dick in her pussy. He grabbed her by the hips and said, "I don't think I told you to do that, I am the one who is in charge, now turn around with your ass facing me while you're still on my dick."

Tiana, shocked a little by the stern voice but also getting hotter by the second, did as her professor commanded. He then shoved his dick inside her as deep as it could go. She thought her pussy would slam into an orgasm right away but then Valentino began to reach around to her breasts and pinch and squeeze them as he was pumping her with his dick.

Her breasts were bouncing up and down so hard that it hurt a little but Valentino, with his hands on her hips, kept forcing her to go faster and harder, up and down. Once she got the rhythm Valentino moved one hand down to her throbbing pussy and began circling it hard and holding his fingers around it and caressing with more and more pressure...with his dick pounding into her and rubbing her G-spot and him torturing her clit with his fingers, Tiana's pussy exploded with wave after wave of orgasm.

Valentino held her through her orgasms and as she was about to pass out from sheer sexual exhaustion, he forced her to her knees. With the little energy she could muster, she sucked the head of his dick so hard that the cum right rushed out of it and she licked him clean.

Tiana got dressed and so did Valentino.

"4pm tomorrow, Tiana...Don't forget! We have more to work on if you're going to pass!," said Professor Valentino with a huge grin.

Tiana could barely breathe as she closed the door behind her. She went home and went to sleep, excitedly anticipating what else the good doctor had up his sleeve...

Frat Boys Do It Better - An Erotic Tale...

Frat Boys Do It Better - An Erotic Tale...

It was a Friday night during Spring semester, prime time for frat parties on campus. My roommate, Shauna, and I were Sophomores and often attended the parties to have something to do. But we almost always left early out of boredom with the drunken antics of the younger frat brothers. This Friday started and ended VERY differently to say the least.

When we arrived at the Frat (Won't say which one, that's not important! LOL!) house we found a good party under way, with mostly upperclassmen in attendance. It was still a jumping party, but without the usual obnoxious behavior of the younger boys. Shauna and I circulated and danced. We drank liquor and ate the snacks provided. And we drank liquor. And we danced. And we drank liquor. Most of the men were good looking and so much cooler than the riff-raff we had gotten used to.

I slow danced with a couple of Juniors and one Senior. They each let me know they liked me, not that they had to; their erections spoke for them. During a rest period, one of the Juniors I crushed on kissed me on a corner sofa, and he made good progress at getting me worked up. My panties were wet when we got up to dance again. Soon, too soon, the party began to break up, and I realized that it was already 2am. The music was at a low volume and the overall noise level was quieter than before. My "crush," his name was Rodney, asked if I wanted to see his room upstairs. I knew what he was really asking and I wanted it too, so I said yes. He led me up the stairs to the third floor, and along the way I saw several other Brothers give him their nods of approval.

In his room, he turned on the television and began playing Madden. Seeing the intensity on his face as he played made me wet again and I decided that I wanted him right then and there. So I began to play with the strings holding my skimpy top together as I called his name seductively. "Rodney...Rodney...look at what I've got for you..." He looked quickly at me and then back to his game without missing a beat. Once he realized what he just witnessed, his glance returned to me, he dropped his joystick with a quickness and began kissing me again. He was a great kisser and my temperature kept rising.

Soon we had moved from kissing to touching. His hands worked their way up under my top and bra to massage my breasts. In no time at all, my top and bra were off and he was kissing and sucking my titties, my nipples. It felt wonderful, but I realized the liquor had gotten to me. Here I was in a Frat boy's bedroom with my shirt off, and his mouth and hands all over my breasts. "What in the world am I doing here?," I thought. And the answer became irrelevant as his hand moved to my pussy and began to rub me from the outside of my shorts.

He soon moved me along from excited to horny as fuck. His mouth still worked on my nipples, sucking and biting, while his hands fumbled at opening my shorts. Once open, he struggled to get them off me. I could hear myself moaning with the pleasure of his mouth. I raised my hips and he pushed my shorts and wet panties down my thighs and my legs. They hung up on my left foot and dangled there, but neither of us paid any attention.

Rodney leaned up over me and looked at my bared body, seeming to be hypnotized. Then he gathered himself and looked into my eyes.

"Trina, you're beautiful, so fucking beautiful...I've wanted you for so long and I want to fuck you so bad I can't stand it!"

It wasn't much in the way of love talk, but it inflamed me. I pulled him down to me and tried to loosen his belt. We struggled together for long seconds, then he pulled back, stood up, and shucked the encumbering clothes: pants, shorts, shirt. He stood there before me for half a dozen heartbeats, naked and beautiful in his own right. Handsome, tall, and well muscled. His huge erection stood pulsing in the low light, throbbing upward from his pubic hair at its base.

Then he quickly climbed back on the bed above me. I opened my legs to him and he snuggled down between them. There was no more foreplay. He took his erection in his hand and guided it to my opening. He slid the head between my wet lips and soon forced it into me. Oh, god, how good it felt!

I moaned into his ear as he pounded into me. This was not gentle love making. This was hardcore fucking! And I didn't care, I loved it! His dick thudded into my wet center, making erotic, wet sounds and exciting my clit with each stroke. I felt myself rising rapidly toward an orgasm as he planted kisses over my face, neck and breasts. I urged him on with my clenching vaginal muscles, my legs wrapped around his hips, and with my voice.

"Fuck me, Rodney," I whispered to him. "Fuck me hard, boo. Fuck me, fuck me! I'm gonna cum!" I could hear my voice rising as he slammed into me, and my climax burst in my stomach. "This Daddy pussy right here! You like the way Daddy tearin' up this pussy baby?" I nodded quickly and he kept pumping into me as the tremors raced through my body. Then he screamed my name and froze with his dick buried deep in my stomach. It pulsed repeatedly and I could feel the cum pump into my core.

Rodney slumped on top of me and we both tried to regulate our breathing. Suddenly, I realized we were not alone. Over his shoulder I could see two guys silhouetted in the doorway by the hall light.

"Hey, Rodney," one of them said, "that's a bad bitch you have there! You tryna share?"

Without a word, Rodney rolled off me and laughed. "Yeah, Greg. Greg, this is Trina. She is one sexy ass Sophomore. Trina, this is my friend Greg. And that's James."

I lay there naked, worn out, with Rodney's cum leaking from my pussy, as the two approached the bed. I was dazed from the liquor and the good fuck, but I was nervous. "What's the fuck is happening here?," I thought. The answer became obvious a moment later.
Once The Initiation Begins...You'll See Why Frat Boys Do It Better!

Greg started to undress and James followed suit. As Rodney caressed my stomach, the two climbed onto the bed. Greg started playing with my breasts, massaging them and rubbing my nipples. James climbed between my legs and caressed my pussy. Both of them niggas were ROCK HARD! I tried weakly to get up but the three of them made that impossible. Greg began to kiss my breasts and James rubbed his dick on my pussy lips. Rodney held my shoulders and kissed me.

"Be easy, Trina. You've been chosen. This is just your initiation. All the good girls get initiated and become essential pieces of our Fraternal puzzle...now you a good girl, right? And...if you pass, you get to choose one of us to be yours..."



I didn't know what to do, but the caresses were starting to get me hot again. In a moment the issue became non-existent; James slid his big, hard dick into me. It went in with minimal force because I was wet and stretched a bit by Rodney's previous use of me. I felt full again and liked it. James started to stroke in and out of me with no further preparation. It felt good, so very good!

Rodney stepped back and Greg replaced him, his swollen dick in my face. As it hit my lips I opened my mouth instinctively and took it into me. As I sucked him, I stared up into his eyes and saw his lust reflected there. He began to thrust gently as James pumped into my pussy. I never had dicks in my pussy and mouth at the same time; this was something totally new to me! I was confused but excited simultaneously. My hands moved without my conscious thought, one to rub my clit and the other to grasp and stroke the dick in my mouth.

As the two Brothers fucked me I became aware of other Brothers entering the room. A small crowd now surrounded the bed on which I lay, watching me being fucked in my mouth and pussy. For some strange reason, I was no longer frightened. I was aroused to the point that I came violently on James's thrusting dick. It was so powerful I almost gagged on Greg's dick, now deep in my throat. And it was enough to get James off; he came noisily, pumping a load of cum into my already filled pussy.

As James climbed off me another Brother, Shawty, stepped forward and replaced him in my pussy. Soon Greg erupted with a yell and filled my sucking mouth to overflowing. I swallowed as much of the hot cum as I could but some leaked out around his dick to spill over my lips and onto my chin and cheeks. I felt it run down the sides of my face. It tickled.

I soon lost track of who was doing what to me. I kept having orgasms, REPEATEDLY, seemingly one after another. And the men kept coming, too. With my pussy full, they began pulling out to cum, shooting it on me instead of in me. Hot cum splashed on my legs and breasts, on my stomach and pussy. I was covered in erotic juices. The scent of it filled my nostrils and aroused me even more. I could not keep track of what was going on. All I know is that every guy there took me at least twice, some more. When there weren't any openings available, some guys just jerked off on me rather than wait. Later they told me there were 12 of them in attendance, but only 6 of them were on that weekend's "initiation committee."

When they were done with me, not able to get erect again, they backed off. I just lay there with splayed legs, my arms spread as though I'd been crucified, soaked in sweat and covered in drying cum. My pussy felt raw but satisfied and my throat was very well lubricated to say the least.

I was limp, unable to move. Spent and used, I felt glorious but weak. They stood around or sat, and stared at my so well fucked nakedness. Then spontaneously they began to clap. One guy started and the others began to pick it up. The whole crowd erupted in cheers and laughter. I tried to join in but I didn't have the energy. I just smiled at them and said, "Is that all you niggas got? I ain't even get started!"

That did it. They couldn't even stand they laughed so hard.

Then they composed themselves, looked at me seriously and asked, "So which of us do you choose?"

I didn't know what to do or who to choose. They were all good looking and pleased me in different ways. But only one really satisfied me completely. I tried to sit up but didn't have the energy. Rodney waved them all off, came and sat beside me and cradled my head.

"Trina, are you OK?" he said. I just smiled at him and shook my head. "You did so good girl. Stick wit' me and Daddy'll take care of you. You're never gonna want for anything anymore...cause you really held it down tonight."

I guess I didn't have to choose, he did it for me...but I would've chosen him anyway. He carried me to a spare bed, wiped my hot, smeared face with a cold cloth, and tucked me in. Late the next morning, the Brothers fed me, bathed me and dressed me...I was definitely treated like royalty and had earned each of their respect and admiration after passing my "initiation."

They drove me to the dorm that Shauna and I and several others lived in. I said my goodbyes to them, got hugs from each one and kissed Rodney for a few minutes before he began to speak, "The Chosen Ones are having a meeting tomorrow night to talk about their next event. Since you have all catered to us and passed your initiations, this is where we start catering to you. It's just up to y'all to say when, where and how. So they'll be calling you later to let you know the details. Since you chose me, I'ma be pleasing that ass ALL night long! I can't wait to please you again...you know all my Brothers are jealous, right?" We laughed and I gave him a peck on the cheek and told him I'd call him later. I walked from the car to the house with my head high, even though my body was still sore and recuperating.

Shauna met me at the door, her eyes widening in shock.

"My God, girl, what happened to you?"

I smiled and told her I would fill her in after I took another hot bath. And I did. I watched as Shauna's eyes bulged in amazement, shock and anticipation as I finished the story.

"WOW...Next time, honey, I'm sticking close to you. I'll either keep you out of trouble or join in my damn self!"

We slapped hands in agreement, I looked at her and laughed. "Girl, all I can say is...Thugs Might Know How To Fuck, But Frat Boys Do It Better!"

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