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Angela Regina
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Posted April 25, 2017 by DommeCK029 in Experiences
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Posted February 8, 2017 by Joonib in Protocol
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Character choices
Posted October 5, 2016 by Sirndipity in Experiences
How we respond to what happens in life is much more important than what we have or what others say about us. It is about how close what you say and what you do is. The closer these two are, the more life improves and shows up in new and interesting ways.

It is very cool when a girl can be free to open up her most decadent and nasty desires and then take direction to turn them into erotic mutually pleasurable experiences isn't it? What kind of integrity has to develop for this to happen?

When you want it all, can you give all of you, without limits? Therein is the challenge.
Roman Shower
Posted May 27, 2016 by pippimonro in Erotica
There’s this huge feeling of pressure in my chest: I belong to him. I know he doesn’t take care of the other girls he fucks. And for him, caring for me is as normal as breathing. But for some reason, right now after all that intense stuff that just went down between us, it means more. So much more, like he’s the anchor in a raging storm that I didn’t even know how much I needed.
He’s looking at me questioningly and I realize he’s just asked me something. But I don’t remember what it is. All I can see is him, all I can feel is his body, huge, muscled, hot and yeah, still hard behind me. And I’m lost in the violent blue of his eyes, the expression changing, growing darker as he stares steadily back. I swallow hard, consumed again by the storm, but then I lean my whole body back into him and his arms come around me jerking me even harder back so I can feel the anchor.
He brings his hand up to my crazily swollen mouth. It looks like I overdosed on lip injections. Running his thumb around my lips he says, “Since you know so much about it, and now that you’ve emptied your stomach, maybe we should do it right.” I’m not exactly sure what he’s talking about, but it doesn’t matter because I can feel my pussy is totally up for anything he wants to give me. Actually for that matter, so is my whole being. Right down to my DNA.
He reaches past me again to turn the tap on and, taking the glass from the counter, fills it up with water.
“Drink it all.” He says softly. Keeping my eyes on his, I take the glass and glug it down.
He fills it once more. “Again.” So I repeat.
He backs up a little and takes my hair out of my ponytail. Then slides my jacket off my shoulders dropping it on the floor. My white school uniform shirt is fitted and I try not to think about how my hard nipples must look right now, since my bra is in his pocket. It’s not working, though. I can see him staring at my chest and my face is getting hot.
He takes the bottom of my skirt and tucks the end of it into the waistband, exposing my bare pussy. As my face gets even redder, he shoves two of his fingers right into me. I gasp hard, my face now on fire. I can feel a slight painful pressure where the tips of his fingers are pressing. My legs are trembling. I was soaked before. I’m even more so now.
He removes his fingers and sucks them clean, his sapphire eyes burning into me.
I go to my knees in front of him. If I stay up on my knees, my mouth is on a level with his crotch. I’m starting to get what he was talking about and the significance of the water. My heart starts pounding.
My throat is sore from the first round. My ass feels swollen and achy from my beating.
“Put both index fingers in your pussy and keep them there.” I awkwardly reach down to push my fingers in, not sure what to do with the rest of my hands. He doesn’t seem to care, ‘cause he’s moved on to undoing his pants. Just as before he shoves them down and takes his dick in his hand. But unlike before he’s going slower.
I don’t think it’s for my benefit.
Cogan brings his cock to my mouth and says, “Lick it.” So licking my lips first, I take a few laps at the head. He really is huge. Being able to see him up close like this, I’m amazed he fits into my mouth at all. “Lick the whole thing like your favorite Popsicle, baby.” So shuffling forward awkwardly, my fingers in my pussy making me off balance and really horny, I tilt my head a little as he lets go. It bobs heavy in the air at a high upward angle, and I run the flat of my tongue from the base right up to the tip, looking up at him watching me, his eyes gone hard with lust.
He steps back a little as I go down for another lick. I stop, looking up at him. Then he threads both his hands in my hair and jerks my head back. “Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue.” As I follow his order, my eyes nearly bug out as he brings up phlegm from the back of his throat and spits it right into my mouth.
“Swallow,” he orders. I actually gulp, I’m so shocked. Why I’m shocked when I’ve just gone through the whole Roman shower thing, and, if I’m reading this right, about to go through it again, I don’t know, but I am. And because my throat is so swollen, Cogan’s mucus-y spit just sort sits in the passageway without going down. Normally that would be irritating – not to mention gross – but with my throat being so sore, it is freakishly soothing.
He taps my cheek next and says, “Ready?” With a scary light in his eye. I want to shake my head no, so I do, but I open my mouth at the same time. He laughs and shoves himself all the way down.
I would’ve thought that after all my practice earlier at this I’d be better at it; I’m not. I immediately start choking and gagging, tears come to my eyes and my nose starts filling up. Cogan’s cock glides smoothly, though, lubricated by his own phlegmy saliva in my throat.
This time he pulls outta my throat for a little longer. His head is a little tilted to the side and he takes one of his hands from my hair to trace my stretched lips around the shaft. It’s about halfway out. Then he puts his finger and thumb in a ring around my lips and pushes back and forth shallowly watching intently. After a short while of this, his hand goes back to my hair and his thrusts become more violent.
He’s holding my head locked in place. With my fingers jammed into my pussy and as I start dripping around them, I fear onto the floor, I start to moan and whimper around his thrusting cock. While choking and desperately trying to breathe, and I can’t help it, trying not to throw up.
But Cogan will make me throw up when he wants to. And in the next few seconds, he’s decided it’s time.
Just like before, he pushes his cock all the way in until my nose is buried in the rich pubic hair at his groin. He pulses only slightly, and I can’t help fighting because I can’t breathe. My hands have flown out of my pussy and I’m pushing at him. He ignores it and holds there until I start heaving. The water I drank just before comes up. This time he pulls out in a slow controlled glide, letting the water bath his dick as he tilts my head further back and continues pulling out all the way.
I’m still heaving up water, but this time it flows out of my mouth and down my chest. There’s a lot of it.
Suddenly I remember my fingers and jam them back into my pussy as fast as I can. I know, stupid to think he wouldn’t notice. But thankfully he just smiles and leans down tilting my chin up to his gaze, “I’ll let it slide, this once.”
He stands back up to his full height looking down at me and his gaze hardens, “What? No ‘thank you’?”
“Thank you, Cogan.” I say quickly, swallowing hard. And painfully. His attention goes to my throat, and I swallow again reflexively. Again with difficulty and his eyes darken. I can’t help looking at his cock bobbing slightly just in front of me. I’m pretty sure he didn’t come. His dick looks swollen and angry, the head an almost purplish hue. I slowly bring my gaze back to his.
“Take both hands out of that sloppy pussy and coat your juice all over my dick.” As soft as his whisky-smooth voice is, he sounds scary mad. I bite my lip as I do what he said. My hands are completely soaked and I wipe them down his length. “Put ‘em back.” As I do that, he grabs his cock with one hand and fists his other in my hair again. He starts jerking his cock vicious fast. His fist looks as scary as his sapphire-hard eyes, his cock goes all red, and the meaty sounds he’s making beating his thing, has me breathing really hard.
He pushes himself right up to my face so that the head is hitting my nose, almost grinding in. He’s holding me by the hair, tight, and I’m resisting a little ‘cause I’m afraid his fist is gonna overshoot and I’ll get my nose broken. One thing is I can smell him. That incredible burnt toffee smell overlaid by the salty sweet scent of my pussy – like candy popcorn. My mouth waters, and I’m still panting. I stare up at him, can’t look away as he approaches orgasm. There’s the slightest sheen of sweat on his face, his eyes are raging blue and he’s gritting his teeth, grimacing. Then he jerks back slightly, and holding my hair in his painful grip, aims the jets of his come all over my face, growling low in his throat.
He coats my entire face, even gets some in my hair. My eyelashes are sticking shut. But I have to still watch him. Watch him come down. His hold in my hair loosens a little, but he doesn’t let go yet. It only takes him a few breaths to get his breathing back to normal. His eyes have never left mine the entire time. And now I see in their depths satiation. Warring with a paradoxical insatiable desire.
The latter is mirrored by the fact that his tool is, unbelievably, still hard. Half mast, sure, but no softness detectable in the wood.
He follows my gaze to his hard on, his full mouth twisting up in his sexy knowing smirk. He pulls his pants back up, putting himself away. I don’t move from my position until he pulls me up. He takes my hands out of my pussy, brushes my skirt down, and stares with deep satisfaction at my breasts.
“Come on,” he says as he goes for the door.
I make to wash my hands, but Cogan turns back and shakes his head, drilling me with his eyes, “I want you dirty.” Then he walks out. Taking a quick look at myself in the mirror, I stop in shock. I look down ludicrously to confirm the reality of the fact that my white shirt is completely see through with the water I threw up. Something tells me Cogan planned it that way. At least I don’t smell like puke. Looking at my face, it’s covered, shiny with drying come. Very slowly I trail him into the dining room.
I am now officially looking forward to dinner ending and he hasn’t even eaten yet.

Excerpt from Violent Love by Pippi Monroe 2015 Violent Love h
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