My Porn Top 5.

I have to admit, I do not follow many porn stars anymore. With the internet it’s virtually free now so no need to send away for tapes that come surreptitiously wrapped in plain packages.

However, in that time when I would follow porn stars like I followed baseball players, these were the best, and many seem to still be quite ‘active’:

1. Ginger Lynn – http://www.gingerlynn.net/
2. Tori Wells – http://www.tori-welles.com/
3. Heather Hunter – http://www.heatherhunter.com/
4. Christi Canyon – http://www.christycanyon.com/
5. Raquel Darrian – http://www.clubracquel.com/

List.

My sexual list in no certain order:

1. Dressing room. Stay quiet.
2. Hot tub.
3. Office, desk, couch, floor.
4. Mirror, bathroom, counter. You know.
5. You, cuffed/tied/secured, helpless, mine. To use and enjoy.
6. Me, cuffed/tied/secured, helpless, yours. To use and enjoy.
7. I want to belt your ass and leave my marks on you. Hard!
8. You, on my face, grinding and feeding me your pussy. Don’t you dare stop.
9. Park bench. No fucking, just talking and discreet touching, but me make each other cum. You fill in the blanks.
10. I want to fuck you EVERYWHERE. Hey, it’s my list. You do not have to like it.

 

Prelude.

“You seem nervous, is everything ok?” he began the session with his usual inquiry.

Well doctor I’ve been meaning to talk to you about these. You see, I bruise very easily.

“Oh. Does that mean I should take it easy on you today?”

Not at all, I was merely hoping that you’d recommend a healing agent.

“I see. I have a copious supply of special salve that seems to be very soothing when properly applied or (ahem) ingested. Would that suffice?”

Perfect. Now…since we’ve solved that problem, what ARE you going to do with me? Our time is always so precious when we are together.

“I agree but I am glad you feel that way.” He pauses, moves closer to her and hastily grabs a healthy clump of her flaxen hair in his fist. She immediately sits at full attention.

Do I deserve punishment today? I have after all been performing my duties as you prescribed, have I not?

“Depends who you have been performing them for” he countered.

Well for you of course. I have followed your instructions. 1. Bathe daily. 2. Self-masturbation is to follow 3. Breast play is mandatory 3. Listen to my doctor. 4. Provide you with a reenactment weekly.

Was there some instruction I missed?

“It’s a fine line between reward and punishment, I’ve told you that many times now,” he reminded her.

Have I crossed the line? Do I need to perform more duties? Please tell me, I need to thrive under your instruction. I think of you as both Doctor and teacher.  Is this appropriate? Does our relationship cross the line that you’ve set?

“You have done well Baby. Very well” he assured his prized pupil.

So no punishment today, but a reward?  A mischievous look came upon her face.

“Your punishment IS your reward” as his hand circled her throat, pinning her against the back of his couch.

She squirmed uncomfortably while sneaking a sly smile away from him.

“Open your mouth so I can look down your throat and lick the inside your mouth, maybe offer you something more?” he demanded.

Mmm please, I’m in need of my snack. Look at my mouth. Surrounded by pink lips and perfectly straight, white teeth. I need a taste.

“When I’m ready slut. Now on the floor so your ass is in the proper position for me” he prodded her. “Your ass looks tight; I thought I told you to work on that?” he queried while loosening his belt.

I’m sorry Doctor, I will do better next time. She eagerly braced for what she hoped was coming.

“Here, let me work on it for you.” The belt seared her tender skin, three times. She counted; she knew how important this was to him. Then she felt him parting her, studying, probing; one finger in, two. Again she counted for him. “I do like tight though…” he whispered.

She twitched, not out of pain, but to show her respect for his lesson. She craved that sound, and the attention he bestowed upon her. It was unlike anyone else, this desire he created in her. It went beyond reality for her. She stared intently at the hardwood of his office floor, the fringe of the exotic carpet that supported his couch. Her mind drifted towards a distant bliss while she managed to force herself closer to him.

“Are you smiling? You really shouldn’t be smiling” he scolded her.

No, sir…never.

“Perhaps we should advance your lesson here today. I wonder what else will fit in there?”

Why don’t you do some experimentation?

“Water bottle? Remote control? Brush? CuCUMber?” he posited.

She felt his foot come down upon her neck, pressing her cheek to the cold floor, drawing her hips up even higher. His silence was countered by the weight of his stare.

I like the sound of a cuCUMber. 

“I want my cock in you before I experiment. For your sake I hope it fits” he broke his silence.

If not that just means more play time. Does it not?

“Let’s do some math so I can give you my marks shall we? If I imprint each hand 10 times on each cheek, how many marks does baby get?” was his quiz.

A long pause.

Forty

“Now do the same math but only my trusty belt? Count with me darling” he urged of her.

Forty again, right?

“Don’t question yourself! Be certain of your answer or do not bother.”

One

Two

“I want to hear the pleasure in your voice, the joy of knowledge in your numbers as you speak” he lectured.

Three

“I love that shade of RED on you” he confirmed for her.

Four, rhymes with more.

“Don’t be cute” as the cadence of her lesson intensified and reiterated against her flesh.

“Now kiss me baby, you’ve done well” he implored as the lesson drew to a close. Their mouths collided, tongues battling for position, her body craving for more of his attention.

“We need some ropes, blindfolds, and maybe a shaft of fresh bamboo. Next lesson. But for tonight, keep practicing your math. I think our time is nearly over.”

Yes, it is. I have to go. I have an anniversary date with Moose and we are going out to celebrate our first year together. So I’m dialing up the sexy. Big hair, smoky eyes, nude lipstick, tight jeans, killer stilettos and a semi see through top. Do I meet your approval?

“Yes, of course. You always do. You are beautiful, he is so fortunate to be with you. Good night now,” he finished as he closed his computer and she closed hers, just as Moose’s knock came upon her door.

Broken.

I am broken.

My foundation lies shaken.
My trust has been destroyed.
My memory does not matter.
My passion is quelled.
Me desire lies doused.
My heart is beyond repair.
My love is no more.
My soul silently weeps.

I am broken.

Her Punishment.

It will involve high heels.
Go on…

And the black gloves.
and

your tie
yes

wrapped around your wrists, behind your back, behind the back of the chair.
more

After making sure you couldn’t get free, I would start kissing the back of your neck, ever so lightly on each side.
ok

…caressing your arms, your chest, down your stomach. Stopping at your belt. Moving in front of you so you can see me. Red bra, red thong. Stepping right between your legs to make sure you get a good look at my heels. Pushing my heel against you as I stand back up.
Fuck

Leaning in to kiss you. My gloved hands on your face, sliding down your neck to your shoulders. Slowing unbuttoning your shirt, still kissing you, biting a little bit. I stop to drink my wine. I come back and sit on your lap, straddling you. When I kiss you, you can taste the wine and feel the coldness of my lips. I take another sip, not swallowing it this time, sharing it with you instead.
Mercy.

You like my punishment?
LOVE

I can feel your hard cock beneath me. I move my body closer to yours, rubbing myself against it, against you. Much to your disappointment, I stop and get up. I leave you alone for several agonizing moments. I return finally. I have to undo your belt and unbutton your pants. I am still wearing the gloves. I make you slide down the chair a little bit and sit on your lap again. This time back to front. I slowly unzip your pants, releasing you. I start stroking you slowly, like you showed me.
Perfect 

I can feel you growing harder with each stroke up and down. You are pushing your hips up against my ass. You are so hard. I get up again. I find my wine, take another sip and suck on one of the ice cubes. I stand in front of you, between your legs then kneel down in front of you. Taking you in my hands again I lower my head down and take the littlest bit of you in my mouth, licking lightly. My lips are so cold on your hot cock. I take more of you in my mouth, circling you with my tongue as I take you in and out of my mouth, using my teeth and biting ever so slightly. Making you push up harder against me. I suddenly remember this is your punishment.
So?

Problem?
No

Because you are in trouble, I should just leave…but now I’m turned on too. How would you like to finish?
Together

My Kinks.

This could get me into so much trouble. I took the quiz:  http://quizfarm.com/quizzes/Sex/poeticthinker/do-you-have-an-inclination-for-bdsm/index.php. Your assignment – take the quiz, share your results.

Silence.

She worked in an office of all men. We would chat throughout the day via IM, email, the occasional call or other means. I loved to work her into a frenzy – knowing how stimulated I could get her, even remotely. She would send me a picture each morning and I would tell her how I wanted to undress her from each garment throughout the afternoon. My office offered privacy of sound, though windows allowed others to see in. Her office only offered solitude when the boys all checked out for a spell. Once she told me she was alone, I called her without warning.

“What are you doing sweetheart?”
“Baby, just sitting here, thinking of you. They have not left yet, boss is still working in the other room. He can’t see me but I think he can hear me” she muses.

“Sit back in your chair for me, be quiet. Understand?”
“Yes, honey, whatever you say” came her docile reply.

“Good. You looked beautiful in your skirt today. You know how I love skirts, don’t you?”
“I wore it for you silly,” she admitted.

“Slide your hand under your skirt, trace your panties for me.”
“You know I’m not wearing panties, I already told you that!” she giggled.

“I know, I just like to hear it from you. Are you still ‘sensitive’ from your waxing yesterday?”
“OMG YES” and stopped short.
“I think they can hear me,” she whispered.

“Then let me do the talking, you just enjoy yourself along with me.”
“…yes,” came her hushed reply.

“You can see me stroking my cock through my jeans, can’t you? You wish you were on your knees in this office right now taking care of that for me. Just that image makes you even wetter, doesn’t it?
“baby….” was her inaudible murmur.

“I wish I could take it out and stroke it for you, do you know that? Do you know I stroke this dick every day for you?”
“i do. i do,” even softer than before.

“Is your finger in your pussy now, could you not resist touching that pretty pussy for me?”
No reply, just breathing.

“It’s deep inside isn’t it? Carving your inner walls. One finger or two?”
One kiss of her lips was the answer.

“Make it two for me, you know my cock is at least that big, even bigger. And deeper, as deep as you can go lover. Do that for me.”
Deeper breathing.

“And your ass, you need to fill that too. Use your other hand. I want both of your holes taken care of. Remember how much you enjoyed it the other night?”
“…baby” she hesitated.

“NOW, you know how good it will feel.”
A noticeable exhale. And silence.

“I can hear your fingers sloshing in there, that makes me so hard. My God I have my own wet spot forming now. Are you proud?”
“uh huh” she proffered .

“Taste yourself now, while your fingers are coated with your dew. Lick them clean then plunge them back in, don’t make your cunt wait.”
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmm” she cooed.

“You want to cum, I can tell. No, you need to cum don’t you?”
“….pleeeeeease” she begged.

“Wait until I tell you when, you know the rules. Just savor this moment with me lover, I want to make it last when it feels this good.”
“grrrrrrrrrr” came her quiet protest.

“Are they still there, in the next room?”
“yes”

“Ok, baby, you can cum now, please let me hear that moment, finish yourself now.”
“mmmmmmmuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnwwwwwwwwwwwwwww” she purred.

“There baby, there, that was very nice. I have my own mess here. You are amazing, do you know that?”
Silence.

What are you dreaming about today?

A former student – she sits right outside my office so I can see her. She’s tall, leggy, athletic, innocent. Yet she has the confidence to put herself in my way. She always slows down to smile and wave as she is passing by my office. She knows what she is doing. I dream about stealing her innocence.

Another student, though one I have never had nor know her name. She’s also tall, but stronger, with flowing blond hair and broad shoulders. She’s a grad student, smart yet effervescent. Again, she seems to make sure I notice her each time she passes by my large office windows. She frequently stops in my office to ask for random favors; a stapler, a pencil sharpener, where a certain faculty member might be. I oblige, making sure we make contact with our eyes and even a lingering touch if the opportunity presents itself. I dream about a late night alone in the office with her, consummating her education.

Two women I met yesterday at a hotel. They were sales reps and will be working with me to coordinate a large VIP style program we will hold there. We had lunch together in a restaurant with no one else. We toured the Executive Suites where I will be staying. There were vibes flowing. I felt them each time she placed her hand on my arm. I wonder what it would have taken to make that happen. We had the floor to ourselves. I dreamed about closing the door and saying, “If you really want to make this sale, ladies, here is what I expect from both of you…”

My co-worker. She’s beautiful, perhaps the prettiest woman I know. Young. Divorced – how could any man leave that? She stops by my office at least twice a week to talk. Well dressed, and often a tad inappropriate for a professional academic setting, but I am ok with that. She sits on the other desk as she talks to me. It’s subtle, but it turns me on to no end. Her, on that desk, sitting coyly. The words spoken never match the words unspoken. She makes me nervous like a school boy. Her placid waters run deep. I dream to make her smile.

My sister-in-law. My wife’s twin sister.  I love my wife. I lust my sister-in-law.  She’s a constant source of distraction for me. Physically the same as my wife, yet emotionally and sexually more confident. We flirt constantly. The tension is palpable at times. Each time we meet or depart, there is a soft kiss, a long hug and a gentle “I love you” whispered in each others ear. As one friend observed, “Are you sure you married the right twin?” I dream about that question.

My first girlfriend. My lost love. We shared a lifetime of emotions and a weekend of fantasy. No other person ever stirred my soul like she does. No one ever will. We cannot talk anymore. Our feelings are too strong. They would destroy the reality we tentatively cling to. I miss her. I dream about her every day.

If you are creative with your questions, then I’ll be creative with my answers. I do like SPAM but only in a frying pan.

Midnight.

She called just after midnight. My wife was asleep in the other room. We had never met, nor had we even talked yet. An on-line connection and relationship borne of Tweets, texts & IMs. She wanted to cum. For me. Tonight. She insisted that she call. Promised she would be quiet. Allowed me to listen. I wanted to hear her. I had to hear her. Her voice was barely audible, but her physical state was clearly perceptible. The phone clutched tight to my ear as if I was holding her. The only discernible word she spoke was my name. Over and over. I lost track of time, of space, of caution. Through the dark I could see her, clinging to the corners of her bed, her body screaming for me in silence. Despite the distance, we toiled together. In spite of the silence, we communicated effortlessly. We each came. Separately. Completely. Singularly. Together.

All In.

I was down to three red chips and two whites. I never played poker, but it was a mens weekend at a cabin in the woods so it seemed mandatory. After perusing my hand, I pushed my chips all in, giving my friend Epps (short for Epstein) that look with a slightly tilted head and raised eyebrows like “Why not?” Epps had coordinated this men’s weekend for a few years now. He and I were professional colleagues and had developed into personal friends on these trips due to our common interest in the outdoors and adventure. That “all in” look was the same look we often gave to each other with our ski tips pointed over the edge of a powder filled gully or at the bottom of a frozen head wall, ready to accept all risks for all the rewards.“I’m all in” I said and pushed my chips into the center of the table. The flop came, it was and 9 of Clubs, the card I needed. I had a straight. The pot was mine to take and I was back in the game. Just as I pulled the chips to my hand a knock came to the door. “Doc, someone’s here for you” said Buck, so I got up to answer the door. It was Amelia, our waitress from earlier in the evening. She had come to return my credit card. She had found our cabin.

The men’s weekend was always in the mountains in some remote town where we can rent a house close to the trails. Mostly we just want to enjoy the outdoors and relax. We were not real partiers and many of us didn’t not even know each other. Remarkably, there is very little talk about sex; it was mostly just burping and farting. The diner in town was the only restaurant for miles. Four of us went out to eat; one stayed back at the cabin because he sprained his ankle on that day’s hike. The talk at our table was mostly about the famous Mohawk-ed skier from all those Warren Miller ski films that had sat down at the next table. I however had noticed our waitress, a demure, cute local girl, clad in a typical diner outfit with unnecessary frills and unflattering colors. We managed to engage in silent conversation each time she came to our table using just our eyes and the occasional touch when she handed me the dishes. Throughout the whole dinner every time she came to the table our eyes locked and we shared thoughts and words without ever speaking and not a one of the other guys ever noticed. She was beautiful; brunette, pinned up hair, dark brown eyes that mixed loneliness with curiosity. I attributed our glances to innocent flirting and enjoyed it because it was more interesting than the usual guy talk. At one point she did ask us where we were all from. I mentioned we were staying at the old Pomeroy camp for the weekend and she said she knew it well, having grown up with one of the ‘old man’s’ nephews. I got up to pay the check and gave her my credit card quickly stepped into the bathroom as we were all leaving. When I came out, everyone had left and Amelia was nowhere in sight. I inadvertently forgot about my credit card and raced to the parking lot – they would have left without me and enjoyed making me walk the 3 miles into the woods.

And now Amelia was at the door, in the snow, with the credit card I had forgotten. She was still wearing her uniform name tag and showing the effects of the cold mountain air. I invited her in while the other guys returned to their poker game. We sat on the couch next to the fireplace and I offered her a beer. “No thanks, I don’t drink.” For a moment I thought maybe she was underage, but after some further probing conversation she revealed she was 27 and had lived in the Valley since graduating college. She too was a hiker and was fascinated with our itinerary. I was too carried away in our conversation to realize that this girl had put herself in a cabin full of men in the middle of a snowstorm, not to mention she was now feeling more relaxed and was becoming somewhat touchy. I was surprised none of the others had come into the living room yet, but I suppose they were offering us our privacy. Amelia sensed this and perhaps my hesitation as well and seized her opportunity. Her hand reached for my cock and her leg draped over mine. She looked into my eyes, then sunk slowly down to her knees while loosening my pants. Just as she took my cock in her mouth, Epps appeared and looked in at us. I gave him that familiar “all in” look as I had many times before.

It did not take long to gather an audience, as the other three circled around, Epps, Dean and Buck. They closed in and it didn’t take long for Epps to lift up her cheap waitress skirt, still baring the stains and odors of a night slinging hash. Amelia never flinched and even spread her legs further. Dean and Buck dropped their pants and began competing for her attention as well. It was becoming evident that this is what Amelia had in mind all along. I knew my time might be limited, so I grabbed a fistful of her ponytail and decided to see how far she could handle. She was up to the task with nary a choke. Her hands had now found Buck and Dean, both with average cocks but plenty to fill her hands with. Epps was busy tasting Amelia from behind, his face buried in her ass.

Dean pulled her off of my cock and throttled his member down her throat, and Buck lined up to take first entry of her tight pussy. Amelia was in her element now. She may have done this every weekend with various hiker groups, but once you are all in, those thoughts do not muster much heed. She never let go of her hold on my sloppy cock while she turned her attention to the next dick awaiting her service. Buck pushed into her hard, but he left something to be desired in terms of what Amelia was hoping for. Buck could not even last a few thrusts and he spurted all over her backside. Dean looked like he was struggling to keep his load for bursting as well and finally pulled away to sit down on the couch, stroking himself slowly. Epps took up his spot in front of her while I assumed the role of fuck-Master of Ceremonies. Taking a finger full of Buck’s cum, I forced it in Amelia’s mouth, though she lapped it greedily and returned to Epps thick shaft. We kept her in perfect use, pushing her back and forth and sinking our dicks as far as she would allow. Her skirt was bunched around her waist but the rest of her was still clothed. We needed to change that.

I pulled out and rolled her over on the floor. The fireplace simmered and the shag carpet seemed to swallow her lithe shape.Epps started unbuttoning her top, but I reached in and pulled it open hastily, popping several buttons in the process. This seemed to set the mood for the remainder of the night as the wolves circled in again. Amelia’s head was passed back and forth from cock to cock to cock, each one now seemingly in competition with his predecessor. Billy, whom was sleeping after injuring his ankle earlier in the day, had now emerged from his slumber and sat watching, not seeming ready to join in but not disapproving of our efforts either. Amelia picked up on his hesitation and crawled over to him, releasing his girthy member and immediately exhausted him of his goopy spunk. He never even touched her as she crawled back to the pile of men watching in awe.

Amelia cycled through cock after drained cock. If this were a party game, she was drinking us under the table. The scene was a bit surreal. I knew these guys but barely, so maybe that was better. We never made eye contact with each other, all focusing intently on Amelia and what she was making available to us; her mouth, her hands, her body, her pussy. She’d taken two loads on her face and one on her back already, her tongue relentlessly searching out skin or cum. Picking her up and tossing her back on the couch, Amelia opened her legs knowing I was headed for her with cock in hand. Dean and Epps made sure she had a dick in each hand and needed some assistance staying hard and ready for her. I splayed her skinny legs and fucked her ruthlessly. Based on her body language, it was exactly what she wanted. Her mouth darted back and forth between two cocks while mine carved out her well-worn pussy.

We each neared our finish and closed in on her gaping mouth. Even Buck had worked himself hard again and took aim. It was straight out of a porn movie as we unloaded varying amounts of ejaculate on her pretty face and dropped a few well-placed rounds in her mouth. She lapped up every drop and looked slightly disappointed to discover we were fairly spent by this point. After a few bodies dropped and she finished preening herself, she made her way to the bathroom and we all heard the shower turn on. She seemed to know her way around the place fairly quickly. With barely a word, we each retired to our rooms with a look of “Let’s not tell a soul about this night.”

Amelia exited the bathroom and made her way directly to my room. With the snow now making her return trip treacherous, I invited her to stay and she jumped in my bed. When I arrived at the cabin first I had wisely chosen the master bedroom with its own fireplace, which was now fully stoked for the night ahead. I kissed her forehead as she fell asleep in my arms, all in.