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Sweat

My wife worked out this morning and came home sweaty and smelly. The circles of sweat ran under her arms and across her chest, down her sternum and across her belly, into her waistband and down her ass and to her crack.

It was sexy as hell. I grabbed her and ran my fingers into her loose sweatpants and felt the slick film of dirt on her ass and lower back. I tasted the salt on her cheeks, on her neck below her chin.

Felt the wet hot damp under her breasts.

I pulled her sweat shorts off her and licked her sweaty funky pussy, spread her legs and drank of her smelly dank and natural skank. Rubbed my hands over her body spreading the uriney extrusion of her smell on her stomach, her face, onto my hands, and onto my body.

My thighs. I pulled my pants off and opened my shirt. Rubbed against her and entered her, already lubricated, and the friction/lubrication of her warm, worked-up sweaty body boiled my sexual responses. She felt like the forest, like the poison ivy canyon. Relaxed and open, an earthy funk.

Her hair matted on the sides of her face at her temples. I held her head close and I smelled the warm slime as I came deep inside her.

Stranger

I touch you like I never did before. My caress is electric, my fingertips sensitive as coal-black velvet, a wet erotic tongue on my ballsack.

I smell the sweat in the nape of your hair, the thin stubble underneath your arms, the musky honey between your labia.

I've never touched you before. What I took for granted is now new and strange. Urgent and unknowable, the last time and the first, a tightrope walk both accidental and reckless.

The ass and cock I always knew like alien flesh. The bucking and spit, salty like no brine I had ever tasted. Your beautiful kisses down my hairy stomach, rock hard to my heaving cum-cock. Always waiting. Hard and ready to fit into you like 1000 times, now warped and crooked. Tight. Tasting of my own spunk.

Fuckall hot and hairy, hold back as whispers to make me pause. Hold the tit and the moment, poised, watching. Above and inside you, the spasm so subtle and stabbing.

The breeze comingles with the sticky drip across the silken sheets, forever blowing as it dries the cum. The stranger in the bed, lurking behind you in your memory silent. I fuck him as I imagine he does you, absent only in the moment when I quiet and wait. Listen to your absence.

Will this be the next time? This deep urge to emit the seed of wrath into your open love, sweating your asshole as the lick becomes an uncertain kiss.

Diversion

Fucking my computer like it's my own personal cock.

POV

Not only does a POV shot allow you to see what it is like to be inside and with the girl, right under, over or next to you, virtually ... it allows you to see the unique and beautiful forms, that occur naturally in nature.

POV exploits the shape of a finely curved ass, displays it bent over and rounded as it squats onto your cock - any cock - to receive it into the vagina. (Even if you don't have a cock. Your virtual presence only suggests it, not predicated on it. You can enjoy the look of that ass however you'd like to. You are there to see, to identify with the person touching, licking, fucking.)

While the personality of your partner is of extreme importance when making love to her, the blunt and immodest view of her ass sticking up at you - for you - is a powerful seducer.

The POV porn sites and DVDs understand and tease you with this straight-on confrontation - she's right there - in your face.

--This closeness to the way it would really be, if you were with her right now... And not wasting your time just watching.



It's purient and it's frustrating. It simultaneously objectifies her and you, yet places you squarely in interaction with her, not as passive observer. Which is what you are.

Upskirt teases

Leaving something to the imagination is often sexier than seeing it all.

Webcam Wife

While I haven't uploaded a masturbation webcam video in a while, this one caught my curiousity. It is, again like I insist, more powerful and sexy for the fact that it is just a single shot onto the woman's nether regions.

She films herself playing with her pussy with a vibrator, and there's no attempt to fancy it up. She has her legs open, we see her ring. Sunlight comes through a window nearby.

She moans. We fantasize what compels her to do this. There is no camera man. Her husband (or fiance') is not there, she is doing this to turn herself on. And then it gets posted, for hundreds - thousands of strangers to see.

She will protect her anonymity by not showing her face, but anyone who has seen her naked (like her husband) will recognize that round druid-like tattoo on her stomach....

Lest we think she is doing this to entertain her husband (and it accidentally got out) note that late in the video (around 6 1/2 minutes into 8+ minutes) she slows down, either having second thoughts or bored, and ends with "You know why I didn't cum? I'm just teasing you boys."

This display is for strangers. She's sharing something maybe even her husband has never seen her do in the light of day, for 8 minutes straight.

Women Showing Their Assholes

Your most indelicate indiscretion

I obsess over without opening my mouth

Instead your hands and fingers caress the swine and pearl of your femininity

And I close my eyes and lick and sweat

And imagine the worsening tightness of your love.






Rude and willing. No more coy poses. As this is not usually an erogenous zone, when you are in the deep thrall of fucking, in the wet whirlpool of licking and biting, fingering and poking,

Any and every hole and crease, crevasse and smell turns me on. I'll bite off your farts and stick your toe into my ass, finger your crack and smell the sweet sweat as I force my spoiled ripped cock into your mouth again...

Lick the inside of your nose. Jerk off onto your hairy pussy and lick my thick ooze off you and let it drool out again with spit onto your nipples.



Never tell. Simply give to me your abandoned pride

Alone now and only for me, today

But I can't shake the gnawing fact

Who else has enjoyed such a spectacle

Impossible to touch and to keep

But forever drilling into the memory of my cock's wanton spasms.

Regard

The powerful image of you. We look at each other, regarding how we compare. I see other men making love to women. Compare technique, cock size and display.

I hear stories, and I think of how I would be in their place. Would I do that? Could I do something different with a different person, in a different room, with less - or more - at stake?

I look at her, imagine what it would be like to lick her. Caress her. Be inside her. I compare what I have known and what I would like to know.

There is a dark want that is so sharp and delicious when it is unfulfilled. A mysterious and potent need that is forever killed by the culmination of desire.

So the experimentation has to be tentative. Would I be satisfied with a light touch of his cock? A kiss to see how hot we can get... without throwing caution and nuance away.

Can I learn anything from you, just by watching and dreaming and figuring out what I should be doing next, without actually doing it?

Is to look good enough ... a deep enough emotional experiment?

And while you look at me, do you also go inside yourself and wish I would join you? What do you think you'd learn from me, about yourself?

Only regarding one another. In you I see myself.

Modest

But she'll be damned if she shows you her tits.



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