Necklaces April 29, 2009
Posted by Nathan in Fantasies, Random Musings.Tags: adam corolla, fantasy, lingerie, necklace, sexy
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I was listening to an Adam Corolla podcast earlier and the topic of necklaces came up, and what men generally think of them.
In Adam’s style of sarcastic humor, he made the observation that most men don’t give a shit about necklaces. His theory was that women buy necklaces to impress or dress for other women. While men may indeed recognize that necklaces become an obligatory gift from time to time to a woman we want to bed or have a relationship, you’ll generally never hear or catch a man talking to another man about the type of necklace his girlfriend/spouse is wearing. Seriously, in everyday life situations we don’t talk about trendy, earthy necklaces, or dainty gold and silver chains with little pendants or gems on the end. As Adam said, generally, it’s just another item we find ourselves removing from you when we wanna bump uglies.
In this manner, I’ll have to agree. I cannot recall myself ever having any conversation with my guy friends about necklace trends. The only necklaces guys are ever caught talking about with each other is perhaps a ‘pearl necklace’ if you catch my drift. And even that was when I was talking back in my late high-school and college years….the subject of ‘pearl necklaces’ never comes up at the company lunch, or when we’re playing X-box. Maybe on a rare occasion when we’ve had a bit much liquid libations do we wax poetic about the waxing we left on a woman’s neck and chest.
However, the more I began thinking about it, the more I can honestly say I appreciate the right necklace in the right circumstance to accentuate a woman’s sexuality…and it can be a turn on at the right moment.
Necklaces can be downright sexy.
What red-blooded young man has never had the fantasy of a girlfriend showing up at the house at late hours in the evening wearing a only an over-sized coat, only to open it up completely nude and only wearing a necklace. Same thing with my beach bunny fantasies…I’d love to meet an exotic woman at a pristine beach, tanned, bikini clad and wearing some tribal bauble around her neck. And who can deny the allure of a nice choker around the neck of a taut body at a night club. The visualization if that in my head makes me hard.
But again, it must be stated that the right necklace for the right setting is a must. I can’t see the attraction of a delicate silver chain plunging between beautiful breasts if I were playing Survivor out in the jungle. That’s when I want to see that leather, stone, and pewter around your neck. The same thought goes for an elegant evening…..We go out for a very nice dinner, perhaps a very special and romantic event, share some wine or regal beverage, then we get back to our room and I slide that form fitting dress off your shoulder to reveal that very special lacy lingerie, that when a nice real beaded necklace or gold string is appropriate. If we go out to a shit-kicker bar, or have some BBQ, and your all up in your denim jean, then by goodness, I hope you have that choker chain on under that flannel or ribbed tank-top.
Yeah, to see your naked body laying down before me, awaiting me to enter you and ravish your curves, then the accoutrement of the perfect necklace becomes a symbol of mystique and eros will make me want to pound you all the more and in all the right ways.
Return of the bodysuits November 6, 2008
Posted by Nathan in April, True Stories.Tags: April, bodysuit, lingerie, sex, True Stories
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Warning: Explicit Content.
So I’m a little late in presenting this story and for that I apologize. This took place just over a week ago and was a nice surprise for both April and myself. I’m thinking about it now again because I’ve been a little worked up the last couple of days again, and even more so today than usual. I’m actually thinking of a way to coax April into a repeat performance.
Viagra not required
I like lingerie a lot, but I’m still pretty picky about it. I’ve indicated before that French Maid and really frilly costumes aren’t my style. I enjoy more erotic, sophisticated, and seductive one and two pieces that are generally solids in color that really give me a hard on.
After a evening out for dinner, I ended back over at April’s house and I suppose we both kind of knew even before the night started that we’d be getting it on. I’m not sure how to explain it, as if we are both to shy to just admit it, but it’s generally understood that this is one of those ‘One of us needs to get fucked’ nights.
I won’t bore you with the how’s and when’s of us making it to her room, just fast forward the evening a bit and I’m lying down on her bed with my eyes closed yet awake just relaxing.
“I think you should put that bodysuit on.”, I said in a soft yet direct voice, eyes stills closed, hands clasped behind my head.
“What? Bodysuit?”, she replied searching for my meaning.
“You know…that one I bought you many moons ago.”
“Oh.”
I continue do lay on her bed and heard her shuffle about her dresser drawers, obviously searching for said item. After about three of four drawer closures, I heard her make her way to her bathroom where she started a hot shower for herself. As I felt a brief stirring in my loins, I contemplated waiting a few minutes, stripping down and joining her in the shower for nice hot and wet pounding, but then I’d be robbing myself the experience of seeing her in that lingerie again…a sight I don’t see often enough any more. Also, her shower is a bit small, and our attempts to be sexual in it in the past haven’t really been all that memorable. It’s usually more about repositioning ourselves multiple ways just to get comfortable for a few minutes until one of our legs tends to get sore or get an unexpected Charlie horse. So I opted to just lay on the bed as I already had been.
After about 10 minutes or so April finally emerged from her bathroom, squeaky clean. In the dim light of her bedroom, she stood wearing the black lace one piece body suit (like the one pictured). Her naked breasts were visible through the intricate black lace, her nipples slightly hard with anticipation on how I was going to be using them shortly. Below, the bodysuit is crotch less, her puss cleanly shaven and as naked as a J-bird. It was looking at her waiting lips down yonder that brought my dick to complete attention. I’m not going to be messing with too much foreplay here.
I immediately stood up and crossed her room in just a few steps, grabbed her by the arms, turned her 180 degrees and pushed her back down onto the corner of her bed, spreading her legs apart as I kneeled myself in front smooth puss. I eagerly went down on her, my tongue quickly parting her folds and adding my own saliva to her growing wetness. April gasped as my forcefulness upon her pubis and I greedily sucked away and eventually found her swelling clit. As I pushed my palms on the back of her thighs to keep her in place, I got all sloppy silly on her, both her own juices mixing with my spit had the bottom of my face covered in wetness. I’d wager to say her first audible orgasm came in about 5 minutes of my initial tongue thrashing.
As she took a few seconds to recover and catch her breath, I was already busy undressing myself leaving my clothes in a disheveled pile on the floor. I grabbed the damp towel she had used to dry off and spread it out on the floor and grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it down there as well…it would come in use later.
I took April’s hand and pulled her up just long enough to guide her to the semi damp towel outstretched on the floor and place her on her knees. I kneeled directly behind her, tilting her head to one side as I began to suck on the left side of her exposed neck. My left hand groped around to her front and pinched her hard nipples through the fabric, my right hand also dropping low and around so that my middle digit was fingering her slick slit. I wriggled it up inside her as far as I could past the second knuckle as her back pressed into my front. My left hand continued to roam about another minute or so and I decided once again I wanted to taste her sweetness in my mouth.
I backed away just enough and assumed a position on my back where my head was placed under her straddled legs. I pulled April down onto me and once again buried my tongue as deep as I could into her. I looked up in the dark, and could barely make out her own eyes looking back down at me as she grabbed my hair on the top of my head. I ate her out another good five minutes or so until she had her second orgasm. I’m glad she finally did as it was getting a little hard for me to keep this up much longer as I was trying to catch my breath and my own neck was getting a tad sore. Time for a change up.
I’m not really sure I needed it, but as she was recovering for the second time, I walked over to her medicine cabinet and reached inside to where I know she keeps her personal lubricant. Sometimes just the thought of fucking her as wet as she can possibly be, all sloppy with as little friction as possible is enough to set me off. I flipped the cap and squirted a small dollop in my hand and spread it all over the tip and shaft of my cock and walked back over to April.
She was still on her knees which was fine for me, so I positioned myself behind her and told her now was a good time to use the pillow. It was amazing that she followed every order…never questioned any of my directing and positioning and took it like it she hadn’t had cock in months.
With April on all fours now, pillow under her chest, my hands grabbing onto her hips like handles, I slid in her. Ohhhh. The lube was just perfect and it just seemed as if her juicy folds were soaking with anticipation. I fucked her rough. Sometimes I like is soft and tender, but tonight I was a tad aggressive. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled it back as I continued to work away. I was pounding so hard, my abs got a workout of a lifetime and I actually started to get sore after a few minutes. This wasn’t a marathon session by any means. I was so turned on from the previous 15 minutes of oral favors I performed on April, I had no expectations of lasting very long at all. I’m guessing my own endurance was coming to a head very quickly, and most likely after only 4 minutes or so, I pulled out and shot a warm load all over the small of her back and ass cheeks.
April just laid motionlessly for a few minutes there, her breathing hard and fast, as I stood to admire my handiwork. I told her I was going to clean up myself so I headed for her shower and washed away our sweat, her lube, and my cum from my body. My legs were slightly quaking as well from that intense workout. April didn’t join me for a dip. When I got out of her shower, I could tell by the wash cloth on her sink that she cleaned herself up and was now under her covers and ready to go to bed.
I crawled in as well, and within minutes we both let slumber take over us.
