Webcam, Atbp. (Part Three)Submitted by dropdeaddiva on Saturday, 19 July 2014, 03:46 PM
Posted in Story: True Story, Taglish | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Exhibitionist and Voyeur, Fetish | Tags: blowjob, girl author, dropdeaddiva, webcam, sex on cam
I was in a long-distance relationship a few years ago. The crazy thing about LDRs is if and when you want to get intimate, mahirap and frustrating. So we did what most LDR couples would do - steamy chats, video shows, and hot Skype calls. It's the next best thing anyway. I was so much into my boyfriend kaya madali nia akong mapapayag to do stuff for him. I'd say no at first, pero dahil sa pangungulit at paglalambing, I'd oblige and do it anyway, which made him extremely happy. Hey, I was in love! And when you are in love, you do crazy stuff di ba? So there was this one crazy stuff he requested that I do. He wants to see me suck another guy’s cock on cam. I didn’t want to at first but eventually my guy convinced me.
I remembered going out on a friendly date with a guy once. He's 4 years younger than I am. Walang nangyari at di na nasundan yung dates namin kasi I wasn't that interested in him romantically or sexually. Pero I knew he wanted to fuck me then. It's a good thing I don't delete numbers sa phone ko so I still have his number. So I went and sent him a text message.
"Hey. I need to ask you something and I perfectly understand if you say no. After all, mejo weird itong request ko. But I really want you to say yes."
He texted back, "Go ahead and tell me. I just might say yes."
I replied, "Okay here goes... My guy wants to see me blow another guy's cock on webcam. You game with that? No fucking, but you'll get a free BJ. Hehe...
Nilason ng Kamunduhan Chapter 2Submitted by Eroticus on Saturday, 19 July 2014, 03:13 PM
Posted in Story: Fiction, Taglish | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Group Sex, Wife Lovers, Reluctance, Toys and Masturbation | Tags: blackmailed wife, pinay, cuckold fetish, fuck my wife
Nilason ng Kamunduhan Chapter 2
Kinabukasan, habang nasa trabaho si Homer, hindi pa rin siya makapaniwala sa naganap kagabi. Medyo nakaramdam siya ng kaunting guilt sa ginawa nya, subalit mas lamang ang paghahangad nya ng mas matindi pa. Gusto niyang matupad ang mga iyon kung may pagkakataon.
Natapos din ang oras ng trabaho nya sa araw na iyon. Nagpunta siyang muli sa nasabing comfort room ng sinehang kaniyang pinagtatrabahuhan. Bago siya pumasok, may mag-syota siyang naabutan na palabas ng men's cr. Pagkaalis ng dalawa ay pumasok na siya sa loob, diretso agad sya sa cubicle na kaniyang pinag-ihian kagabi...at tiningnan ang laman ng basurahan.
"Shit!" inis na nasambit ni Homer sa sarili.
Wala ng laman ang plastic na basurahan. Itinapon na ng Janitor ng sinehan. Walang katao-tao ang c.r. kaya't hindi siya asiwa na lumipat ng iba pang cubicle.
Ganun pa rin, wala ng mga laman ang mga basurahan sa bawat cubicle.
May panghihinayang na lumabas na si Homer ng c.r. at tinungo ang exit door ng mga empleyado upang umuwi.
Habang sakay ng isang jeep na bumabagtas ng Avenida, C.M. Recto Avenue; may kung anong pumasok sa isip ni Homer.
"Oo nga pala... may mga sinehan nga pala dito." naisip niya.
Pumara si Homer sa may kanto at naglakad-lakad sa bangketa ng Avenida. Alas...
diary ni millet 3Submitted by phil_gabriel73 on Saturday, 19 July 2014, 10:27 AM
Posted in Story: Fiction, Tagalog | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Interracial Sex, Toys and Masturbation | Tags: cheating wife, old man, reluctant wife, maid
Dumating ang araw ng pagbalik ni misis sa Dubai. Madaling araw pa lang ay nasa airport na kami para sa 7:00 am flight niya. At tulad ng dati, katakut takot na bilin at paalala ang binigay ko hanggang sa nakasakay na siya sa eroplano. Dahil may pasok ang mga bata, hindi ko na sila isinama sa paghatid sa kanilang nanay. Alas 10:00 na nang makauwi ako sa bahay.
Isang oras muna akong nagpahinga bago ako naglinis ng mga naiwang gamit ni Millet para sa mga bata: laptop para sa panganay ko, damit at laruan na binili sa mall para sa bunso ko, at kung anu-ano pa. Nang iniligpit ko na ang mga damit ay sinipat ko naman ang laptop na binigay na ni misis sa panganay ko. Nang binuksan ko ito ay napansin kong naiwan niyang bukas ang facebook account niya. Alam ko ang facebook account niya pero itong nakaopen ay hindi naka-add sa akin. Isasarado ko na lang sana ito kung hindi ko lang napansin ang isang picture na pinost ni Mr. Lul sa fb ni misis.
“Having a good time.” ang caption nito sa ilalim at ang nasa litrato ay si Mr. Lul na naka-bikini brief, yakap yakap si misis na naka-two piece naman at nakatayo sa gilid ng pool. Bahay siguro ni Mr. Lul ang nasa background. Malaking lalaki nga si Mr. Lul, hanggang ilalim lang ng kilikili ang abot ni misis. Lalong lumakas ang hinala ko nang in-open ko pa ang ilang litrato nila na astang mag-asawa ang dalawa dahil kung hindi sila magkayakap ay may litrato silang nakikipag-lips to lips pa ang dalawa nang sinipat ko...
The Shape of the feeling (thoughts on orgasm)Submitted by emilia_jane on Saturday, 19 July 2014, 06:35 AM
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: orgasm, mature, Thoughts
What does an orgasm look like? Is it like fish shooting out in all different directions from a pebble dropped in their pond? Or is it like popcorn popping all over?
Some start out with a burning but fizzle and some start as misfires but suddenly, way up in the sky, just when you thought they were gone, spread out into the most brilliant umbrella...
My orgasms don't come that easily...
They often play hide and seek like the keys I can hear but can't find, at the bottom of my satchel;
I have slight orgasms like I have slight headaches. I wish two paracetamols could cure both;
It takes me so long to reach orgasm, I feel like I am on a freeway caught in a major traffic jam;
I always feel hungry after an orgasm, perhaps because I never felt licked clean;
The Orgasm was dead on arrival, like a tired bubble meandering on the top of an old bottle of Perrier water gone flat;
The orgasm teases like a fish I can feel down below, nibbling on the bait but never grabbing the hook;
It is senseless to pursue my orgasm, I am like a kitten licking and licking the bowl after the milk is long gone;
I have orgasms that feel like they are happening somewhere else, perhaps in a foreign country;
Sometimes I got frustrated about it. In the same way I became frustrated when I'm hungry for something I can't quite put my finger on. Often times I won't eat or masturbate whic...
Mi primera amor, Mi primera dolorSubmitted by mharzkoh1624 on Saturday, 19 July 2014, 06:29 AM
Posted in Story: True Story, Tagalog | Categories: First Time | Tags: sex, first time, mature, Dorm, College Days
Im Yanna, 21 yrs old..been married 2 years ago..Im happy and contented with my life..But before this..may mga pangyayari sa buhay ko ang hindi ko makakalimutan katulad ng..
Una kong Pag-ibig..
I was 16 when my parents sent me in Bulacan to study in college.. Scholar ako noon kaya naman napadpad ako sa lugar na iyon..
Back then, Isa ako sa napakasimpleng teenager, Hindi ako maganda..(Thats what i think of myself)..
Ngunit marami ang nagsasabing iba daw ang taglay kong ganda..Exotic..
Nakatago kasi ang ganda ko, dahil siguro hindi naman ako mahilig mag ayos sa sarili ko..Face powder at Lipgloss lang ay ok n sakin..Wala akong hilig sa mga make-up at mga kikay stuff..
Paano naman kasi,mas gusto kong maging lalaki..
Hindi miminsang nahiling ko na sana lalaki na lang ako...
Kasi kapag lalaki ka..You're strong, Hindi mo na kailangan ng bantay..kasi kaya mong protektahan ang sarili mo..
Kaya naman..habang lumalaki ako noon ay mas panatag akong kasama ang mga lalaki..at karamihan sa kanila ay mga naging kaibigan ko..
Im different, and will always be..
Mas interesado ako sa mga bagay na hilig gawin ng mga boys. from music to sports. Gaya nila I love cars, basketball, Action movies..paborito ko nga si Jet Li at Tom Cruise eh..
Im of the boys,,Walang Arte at Simple..Kaya siguro hindi ako naging ligawin..
Hanggang nakilala ko si Lei..He's 4 years older than me.. He's Tall,fair skin..Chinito..Gwapo t...
What If?Submitted by Journey on Friday, 18 July 2014, 06:11 PM
Posted in Blog: Tagalog | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: Blog
In the end we only regret the chances we didn't take, the relationships we were scared to have and the decisions we waited too long to make. There comes a time in your life when you realise who matters, who doesn't, who never did and who always will.
Kelan mo nga ba maiisip ang mga maling bagay na nagawa mo? Ang mga pagkakataong pinalampas mo? Ang mga taong hinayaan mong umalis? Ang mga maling salitang nasabi mo? Ang lahat daw ay nasa huli. Kung minsan maiisip mo lang ulit ang mga bagay na ito kapag nagawa or naranasan mo na ulit.
Maaaring maraming tao ang sumubok magparamda sayo or sabihin na nating gusto kang mahalin, pero pinalampas mo, minsan nga ikaw na yung gumagawa ng way para hindi ka niya magustuhan. Sa una naiinis ka kasi mapilit pa rin siya, pero kapag tumigil na sa pangungulit parang hinahanap mo narin. Dadaan ang ilang araw, linggo, buwan, or taon, mawawala na siya sa isip mo. Pero darating yung minuto na sasagi siya sa isip mo. Yung tipong out of no where siya yung naalala mo. Katulad ngayon...
Medyo matagal na rin nung makilala ko siya dito, hahaha, corny na to promise, you may stop reading ^_^.
Nung una mag cha chat, whisper, mangungulit. Dun nga siguro nagsimula yung reputation ko dito sa fss na mataray, perfectionist, masama ang ugali..Siguro nagsawa na rin siya sa kakasabi ko ng mga below the belt na terms, aminado naman ako dun. Ewan ko ba, kapag ramdam ko na gusto ako ng isang tao, trip ko na awayin yung taong yun. Lu...
Her AwakeningSubmitted by dropdeaddiva on Friday, 18 July 2014, 04:20 PM
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: BDSM, girl author, dropdeaddiva, sub, dom
“And now, following many conversations,
you’re vastly awake and holding your fingers between your legs
and wanting to feel again the spark you lost so long ago.
You throb, so hot, needing, wanting, the desire is there
but your fingers are just not enough.”
- The Bride Stripped Bare
You have ruined me.
I no longer want tender moves.
I do not want sweet blissful kisses dancing across my skin.
I do not want your hand to tenderly stroke my face as you sensually devour my body.
I have had that.
But it no longer aroused me.
It no longer gets me off.
It no longer makes me scream and cream.
Deep down… I knew what I truly desired but I have never spoken these desires out loud.
I want to feel you dominate me. Control me.
I want you to take me. All of me. In every possible way.
I want you to strip me down on the bed.
I want my hands tied up to the posts and rendered useless, helpless, immobile.
I want my body pinned under yours. To feel the weight of you on top of me. Your erection pressing into me.
I want your knee between my legs prying them open whether I’m ready or not.
I want to feel your mouth rough against my...
ang aking pantasyaSubmitted by moraxella on Friday, 18 July 2014, 04:14 PM
Posted in Blog: Tagalog | Categories: Erotic | Tags: Blog
Ahhhh gustong gusto ko talaga maranasan ang bdsm! Hahahha kasalanan ito ni E.L james! Pero ayaw ko na ako ang sub, gusto ko ako ang dom! Domina, mistress!!
Gusto ko maging slave si derek ramsey! Oh my gulay sarap siguro hampasin ang pwet niya! Itali at argghhhh hahahah iniisip ko pa lang ang mga eksena kinikilig na clitoris ko! Bwahahaha
Ikaw ano ang iyong pantasya?...
Hello, My Old HeartSubmitted by dropdeaddiva on Friday, 18 July 2014, 04:13 PM
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: love, girl author, dropdeaddiva, heart
If I were to have a conversation with my heart right now, I think this is how it would probably go.
Me: Hello, my old heart. Where have you been?
Heart: I have always been inside you. Waiting for you to rediscover me and yourself again.
Me: But if you were inside me, I would've felt you beating. And yet you seemed dead.
Heart: It is because you have killed all of your emotions. But now that you have reacquainted yourself with me, I feel myself coming alive again.
Me: I rather you remain lifeless. My world's less complicated that way.
Heart: But without me, you will never feel all the joy and happiness that life has in store for you.
(See? My heart is such a hopeless romantic!)
Me: But with you coming to life would mean feeling all the emotions I would rather kept locked. Weak, it makes me.
(I felt that all-too-familiar tug. But it is true. It does feel like I have locked my heart away. The last time just hurt too much. I have always worn my heart on my sleeve. And after that last fiasco, I promised myself never again.)
Heart: But it would never ever kill you. Instead it would make you stronger and wiser for every fall you experience. For there would be more kind hearts that you could open up to that I could communicate to if you would unlock me.
(The heart makes sens...
Midnight OperaSubmitted by rhythmfreak on Friday, 18 July 2014, 02:55 PM
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: minikepz
He's kept his silence while she struggled to insist
"Say something!" he heard but bound to resist
Amidst the lingering mute he finally dared
With unshaken faith he whispered "I'm too lost, too scared..."
Far from being heard he kept his murmur
While she stayed unaltered she waits for an answer
"Its not a good time" she sobbed through her shoulder
Holding her ground, still she will not falter.
"I love you too much," then a fist to the temple
She's everything he wanted, his sweet little angel.
Yet he whips her with words and condemns her with silence
"Say sorry you fool!" he's at war with his conscience.
As the clock trudged to one, he clenches a fist.
He has paid for his fear what he didn't to exist
She's his reason to live now, his new life story.
And he wouldn't wait for morn to say how much he's sorry.
Now she's long been in slumber, and his promise has bled.
He'll walk through their door and sit on their bed.
"Forgive me..." he'll kiss her, wipe the tears off her face.
"I love you, Dear..." he'll whisper "...til the end of my days."
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