Asylum

That's a good poem. But stop crying over it an move on! Sounds like they was shit anyways and ur better off! Some people will always b trash Passion.

http://youtu.be/xsJC8lzKmfw

My birthday present just walked through the door. She is wearing a black lace teddy and a pair of thigh high lace stockings. She looks good enough to eat and I may try later, but for now I simply watch. I know better than to speak. I've been punished for that before. So, I wait. As I watch, she crosses the room and presses play on the CD player. The sultry sound of her favorite R & B singer fills the air as she pauses to light the row of candles I left on the table. With that done, she casually flips off the light switch, letting the room take on a soft candlelight glow. I take a deep breath as she turns to face me. She's looking at me with the look I've grown to love. I know how this night will end, but not how we'll get there. All I know is I was told to come to this place and wait for her, so I did. And, now she is in full control and I love it. With a smile, she moves to stand in front of me before leaning down close to my ear. "Don't move," she whispers just before she nips the tip of my ear with the gentlest of touches. "If you move, I'll stop." Before she moves away, I feel her fingers rake over the side of my cheek and drift down to the soft skin between my breasts. "Promise me," she orders. "No moving." I swallow hard as she slides her palm over my nipple, bringing it to attention instantly. "I promise." My voice is harsh and ragged as I try to stay still. I don't want her to stop. In fact, if she stops now, I will lose my mind. So, grip the cushion beneath me with all my strength and wait for her next move. "Good girl," she says with a smile. I take a deep breath as she licks her lips and takes two steps back. "Your birthday present is here," she informs me as she reaches beneath her silky pair of sheer lingerie bottoms. She watches my reaction as she takes the time to stroke her smooth lips, once, twice, three times. I gasp as she throws her head back, obviously enjoying the feel of her wet pussy under her fingertips. At the sound of my gasp, she stops and looks me dead in the eye. "It's your birthday present, but you can't have it until I unwrap it for you." I notice her voice is slightly deeper at this point. She's starting to feel the way I feel and I can't wait to see what she has planned next. "Remember, you promised not to move," she reminds me as she slowly starts to dance. "No matter what I do, you can't touch me." I groan. I see where this is going and it will be exquisite torture for me. I just hope I can hold out. Not touching her is going to be one of the hardest things I've ever done. The song on the CD player changes and I hear the raunchy sounds of Lords of Acid coming through the semi-darkness. She smiles at me with a cute little smirk and straddles me where I sit on the sofa. Her body isn't touching me, but she's only a few inches away as she starts to slowly gyrate and run her hands up and down her side. I'm trying, I really am, but if one of her tight little nipples touches me, I know I'm done for. So, I grit my teeth and pray for control as she begins to massage her breasts with both hands. Meanwhile, her hips are moving in rhythm to the sounds of the music and my control starts to slip as she slides her hot center all over my lap. She's wet. I can feel it through the thin material of her lingerie and the soft cotton of my shorts. That's okay, though. I'm a little wet, too. As she starts to move faster, I lose track of where her wetness starts and mine stops. I want to hold on, truly I do, but if she continues rubbing her hot little pussy all over me, all bets are off. I think I might have just groaned because she stops. I didn't move though, so I never broke the rules. I just couldn't help the moan. She's gorgeous and so very talented. Who wouldn't moan? I mean, I'm only human. Her hands are still working over those beautiful nipples beneath the almost nonexistent fabric of her lingerie but her hips are still. "If you make another sound, I'll stop," she whispers, licking the corner of her lips as she starts her hips in motion again. I say nothing, terrified that if I respond, she'll stop. She laughs at my predicament before slipping her hands off her gorgeous tits. I fight a groan of disappointment, but catch it just in time as she reaches for the drawstring that holds her top in place. With a quick tug, she releases the tie and slips the top off her shoulders. My heart rate shoots through the roof as her naked chest is exposed to me for the first time. Every ounce of my willpower is forced into play as I struggle with the overwhelming desire to feel those incredible tits roll around under my tongue. I force my eyes to hers, begging silently for permission. "Not yet," she answers, but I see the need in her own eyes. She may still be in control, but not by much. Without another word, she lifts up off me and stands a few inches away. I want to cry with the loss, but fight the urge. I'm sure she has a plan. She always does. "Did you wear what I told you to wear?" she asks. I simply nod, still afraid to speak. "Good," she murmurs. Her voice is husky and I think this part of the night is as much for her benefit as it is for mine. I stay still as she loses the rest of the lingerie. When she is standing naked before me, she begins to dance yet again. I watch through hooded eyes as she gets lost in the music. Her hands roam freely over her toned body as she caresses the places I long to touch. For a few moments, this is my world. Her erotic dance and the way her hands explore her soft, dark places leave me wet and aching. Without stopping her dance, she looks me in the eyes again. "Take it out," she orders. "But, don't move after you do." I never take my eyes off her slithering form as I unbutton and unzip my cargo shorts. I didn't wear underwear. She told me not to bother. Her eyes close briefly as I ease the ten inch strap-on from beneath the fabric of my shorts. She licks her lips as I stroke the shaft once, then twice. "I told you not to move," she admonishes. With a firm look, she stills her movements and closes the distance between us. "Do it again and I'll have to take action." My heart races at the thought. For just a moment, I consider challenging her, but she would win. She always does. So, I acquiesce. Without a word, I slide my hand from the fake cock and let it rest beside my thigh, waiting. "That's better," she says quietly, "Much better." Her eyes slide to the large cock and I see her pupils dilate. Without another word, she straddles my hips again and begins to slide up and down over my lap and the thick, rubber phallus. Her face betrays her intent as she grips my shoulders for balance. I know what is coming, but still I am not able to stop the moan that escapes my lips as she slowly impales herself on the thick rubber cock. She doesn't admonish me because of my lack of control. Not this time. No, she is too focused on riding that slick cock for all she is worth. Her tits bounce just in front of my lips every time she pumps up and down. I want to taste her, but she's made the rules perfectly clear. If I touch her, she will stop. I know her well enough to believe what she says when she makes those promises. So, I wait, feeling every thump as her wet lips swallow that huge phallus. She is driving it all the way to the hilt, burying the length of it all the way to the core of her hot pussy and I feel it in the center of my being. For a few glorious moments, she rides me, completely oblivious to anything but the slick sensations of that thick, hot cock as it fills her completely. I watch her, reveling in the expression on her gorgeous face. I could live in this moment with her forever. She is panting now, almost there and finally, finally she speaks. "Touch me," she hisses between thrusts, "Now." Thank God. With a satisfied grunt, I wrap my hands around her waist and guide her up and down on my slippery cock. My grip adds even more friction and for a fraction of a second, I see her open those intense blue eyes. "Fuck me," she orders, her voice bordering on animalistic. I learned a long time ago never to deny a lady her request, so I comply wholeheartedly. My hips begin to move with her and I relish the feel of her tits as they press against my chin. With a quick movement, I take her breast into my mouth and latch on to the hard little nipple she's been teasing me with all night. Her surprised groan tells me she didn't expect that. She's close, I can feel it. Her grip on my shoulders tightens as she begins to move faster and faster. I want to postpone her orgasm, to make this moment last, but she has other ideas. With a quick movement, she flips around to face away from me without ever losing her grip on the thick cock pumping inside her hot box. The sight of her working that cock is enough to take me just about as far as I can go without crashing over, so I hold my breath, willing my orgasm to wait. She is all muscle and focus as she begins to ride that thick cock in earnest. Her back is slick with sweat and her head is thrown back in ecstasy as she pumps her way to a heart stopping orgasm, complete with twitching, moans, and a shout that sounds somewhat like my name. I am in Heaven and she is my guide. As soon as I see her start to cum, I lose control. Her pussy is pushing the base of the cock into my hard little clit and it's enough to send me over. As I come undone, I reach for her, my hands circling her torso to find those amazing tits. With a handful of nipple, I drop over the edge and cum hard to the sound of her calling my name yet again. And, with that, my birthday present is unwrapped and ready to be played with. As she lifts herself gingerly off my lap, I give myself a moment to collect my thoughts and pull her back down to the sofa beside me. "Happy Birthday," she says and follows her words with a long, slow kiss. "Told you I had something special planned." I nuzzle her neck and rest my head on her naked shoulder. "That was perfect," I respond. "But, I like to play with my toys a lot longer than that. In fact, I'm just getting started." Her rich laughter sends chills down my spine as she reaches for my shirt tail. "I was hoping you'd say that." And, with those words, the rest of my birthday becomes a whirlwind of sex and heat. She is my wildfire, hot and out of control. I love her more than anything I've ever known and for the rest of the night I do all I can to prove it. I just hope my birthday is this much fun next year.

In my bed playing with a toy......or two. ~blush~

Alaskan Thunderfuck......again

I love to ~eat~ especially if the ~female~ is ~tasty~.

Still the best. http://youtu.be/XKSQmYUaIyE

Bungee jumping.

"Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth." - Buddha

In the shower using my handheld adjustable shower head

That was a mistake

"Some of us think holding on make us strong, but sometimes it is letting go." - Herman Hesse

Amazing movie

"Try to be less of a fucking piece of shit than you was yesterday." - Buddha

It was my twenty-fourth birthday. Yay! I am not really the type to make a big deal of such things, but this year I decided to go all out. I invited all my friends and family and had a mega party. The night started off slow, but by the time most of the guests had left, there were a dozen people passed out throughout the apartment. I had never really experienced such a thing—not that I had never attended a party, but throwing one was a first for me—so I was unsure how to deal. So I decided to go to bed and wait until the next day to worry about the party's aftermath. So with that, I strolled over to my room. Luckily, I was not drunk—I have not touched a drop of alcohol in years—or I would never have made it through the maze of bodies that cluttered the path from the living room to my bedroom. Finally, I reached my room and closed the door behind me, happy for the first few moments of quiet in over six hours. I knew my roommates would undoubtedly be pissed at me—I had told them it would be a small celebration with a few friends and family—but I was too tired to even think of such things. I stripped and, fully naked, headed over to my bed. "Ahhh..." I sighed as I slipped into bed, the sheets soft on my skin as my tired muscles finally relaxed. Closing my eyes, I knew it would be a matter of seconds before I passed out. Unfortunately, before I could, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I called out after releasing an exasperated sigh. Moments later, the door swung open and my best friend walked in. For the purposes of this story, let's call her Candy—I do not want to use her real name by fear of her learning of the kinky fantasy that would soon follow. "Are you asleep?" asked Candy. "Yes." She hesitated for a second, as if unsure if I was actually asleep of just saying that—please do not think less of her; she was quite drunk. Finally, she realized I was being sarcastic. "Can I come in?" she asked after letting a few chuckles flow past her lips. I nodded and she slipped into my room, closing the room behind her. But instead of speaking, she just stood there, staring down at me. "Can I help you?" I asked. She snapped back to reality and opened her mouth. But nothing came out; she had lost her train of thought. "That makes me want to drink so much," I thought sarcastically as I waited for her memory to return. Finally, it did. "Can I sleep with you?" she asked. I was taken aback by the unexpected request. I had often fantasized about going to bed with her, but I had never thought it would happen under those circumstances. "Why?" was all I found to say. "Everywhere else if full," she explained. I suddenly remembered there were a dozen people passed out throughout the apartment. I considered refusing, thinking it would be a little awkward—I had had a crush on her for years and I was not sure I would be able to resist her. But I soon realized it was not fair of me to punish her for the way I felt. Finally, I nodded. "Great!" she said and started to strip. I just lay there, frozen in shock as I watched my best friend get naked before me. I had never understood why people found the need the get drunk, but for the first time in my life, I was glad for alcohol. If not for the massive amount she had ingested, there was no way she would treat me to a striptease. Luckily, she was drunk as hell and totally free of inhibitions. When the final piece of clothing hit the floor, I looked her up and down, drinking in the sight of her flawless figure. Candy was a breathtaking young woman and it was a veritable miracle I did not retreat into a fantasy then and there. But that might have been because I did not want to miss a single second of that perfect moment. It was not until she slipped under the covers, forcing her hand to brush against one of my boobs that a fantasy took hold of me. Reality faded in an instant, only to be replaced by one of the most powerful fantasies of my life. "You're so hot!" said the fantasy me as she turned to the naked woman lying beside her. "Wha..." started Candy, but that is all she had time to say before I took advantage of the fact that her mouth was open. Diving in, I thrust my tongue into her mouth as I forced my lips against hers. She was still talking when I started exploring her oral cavity. Though Candy had not yet reciprocated my eager tongue strokes—something she might never even do—I decided to escalate things. With my tongue still dancing around in her mouth, I got atop her and started grinding my nude body against hers. By then, she had stopped talking and was just lying there as I ravaged her young body. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she reacted. Against all odds, she did not reject me. Instead, she joined me in a frenzied tongue dance and her hands soon found their way to my ass. "Mmmmm!" we moaned in unison as we passionately made out. But the kiss was soon cut short when she used the firm grip she had on my buttock to flip me over, inverting our positions. "Whoa!" I gasped as I peered up at my friend. But that was all I had time to say before she slid down along her body until her head was level with my chest. Not even giving me a second to understand what she was doing, she wrapped her lips around my right nipple. "FUCK!" I half-moaned, half-yelled as I felt a powerful wave of arousal wash over me. But the moan barely had time to leave my lips that she pulled away and shushed me, reminding me the apartment was still full of friends and relatives. "Shit!" I whispered before placing a hand atop my mouth to keep myself from repeating my mistake. Meanwhile, Candy returned her focus to my boobs and started playing with them, soon forcing me to produce moan after moan. This continued for a few seconds before she decided to move on to better and tastier things. "Wai..." I started, but that was as far as I got before I saw her vanish beneath the covers and felt her tongue on my pussy. "Fu..." I started, but soon placed a hand on my mouth. I struggled to keep quiet as my friend started flicking her tongue back and forth across my labia. My heart started to beat faster as more waves of arousal washed over me. As satisfying as the feel of that tongue of hers on my lower lips was, I soon started craving more. Removing the hand from my mouth, I grabbed the covers and pulled them up and over my head. "Finger-fuck me!" I begged in a sensual whisper. "As you wish," she said, "You're the birthday girl after all." I giggled for a second, but the chuckles soon turned into a moan when I felt one of her fingers slide into my soaking wet cunt. "FUCK!" I yelled. Luckily, the sound was muffled by the covers I was forcing into my mouth to keep myself quiet. Satisfied by my reaction, she decided to add another, forcing yet another powerful moan past my lips. She started jerking her hand back and forth, forcing her two fingers in and out of me. "OH GOD!" I yelled through the covers. This went on for a few seconds before I realized I wanted more. Spitting out the ball of covers I had been sucking on for the past few seconds, I begged her to add another. If not for the fact that she was drunk out of her mind, she would surely have questioned the request. Luckily, she did not and simply added a third finger. The finger-fucking that ensued was slightly slowed by the added finger, but the blissful feeling that filled me soon made up for it. "Mmmmm!" I moaned through the covers as my arousal skyrocketed. Still, I soon realized I wanted even more. "Add another!" I ordered. "A... are you sure?" she asked. Apparently, she was drunk enough for three fingers, but not four. "Just do it!" "I can't." she admitted after a few seconds. "I said do it!" I ordered in a threatening voice. "No, I mean I literally can't do it; you're wet, but not enough." "Oh!" I gasped understandingly. Luckily, the solution soon came to me. I slipped out of bed and hurried over to the commode which stood near my bed. After unlocking the third drawer I pulled it open to reveal a multitude of sex toys—I'm an erotica author, remember? That means I am a kinky girl! Okay, maybe not all erotica writers are, but I sure as hell am! Anyway, back to the fantasy. I grabbed a tube of lubricant and returned to my bed. "Here!" I said as I handed Candy the lube. I knew she was shocked by my impressive collection of sex toys, but she did not say a word. Instead, she squirted quite a considerable amount of lube into her hand. Moments later, we were back under the covers and she was fumbling around in the dark to find my cunt. She soon found it and, less than a second later, I felt her slide all four of her fingers into me. "FUCK!" I moaned, my cry only barely muffled by the covers. The cry barely had time to leave my lips that Candy started thrusting her hand in and out of me. If not for her thumb which bumped against my cunt with each penetration, she would have her entire fi... Suddenly, I realized something; I still wanted more! Not taking a second to consider what I was about to do, I said two simple words. "Fist me!" I felt Candy's hand stop mid-thrust. Though I could not see her face through the darkness, I knew she had an expression of total shock plastered across her face. I had expected her to make sure I was certain, but instead, she just got to work. It took her a few seconds, but I soon felt her entire fist slide into me. "FUUCCCKKKK!!" I shrieked blissfully. Luckily, I had had the presence of mind to grab a pillow and place it over my mouth, so the cry was mostly muffled. Not a second after penetration, Candy started jerking her arm back and forth, forcing her entire hand—thumb and all—to slide in and out of me with increasing speed. I could feel my pussy stretched past all previous limits as she fervently fisted me. I had tried fisting myself a few times, but had actually never managed to achieve full penetration due to my lack of flexibility. But that did not matter now; I had a fist flying in and out of me and that was all that mattered. Well, that and the powerful orgasm that was building up within me. Moments later, I felt my entire body start to spasm as the first wave flowed up from the depths of my pussy. "FUUCCCKKKK!!" I shrieked again as I started spraying wave after wave of hot orgasmilk onto my best friend's face. Luckily, she braved on and continued furiously fisting my pussy, forcing my orgasm to rage on and on. By the time the final wave flowed out of me, my entire lower body felt wet—and so did the sheets. Unfortunately, that was all I had time to notice before I got snapped back to reality—or should I say slapped? My eyes flew open and I glanced around. I realized a few things. The first was that what had started as a fantasy had turned into a dream. I was not sure exactly when I had fallen asleep, but that did not stop my fantasy/dream from being one of the most vivid of my life. The second thing I noticed was that Candy had also fallen asleep, which led me to believe she had slapped me in her sleep and not on purpose. Still, my cheek still stung from where her palm had landed just moments before. I was partly angry at Candy for putting an end to my fantasy, but also thankful for the gift her fantasy self had given me. "Best birthday present ever," I thought, but I soon realized that was a lie; a truly fantastic present would have been a real-life fisting. But a fantasy was better than nothing and no one can tell what the future holds. Maybe someday I will feel Candy's fist inside of me.