Love the soft touch of a girls nipples on my cock.
I enjoy a woman squirm in the heat of passion during a 69.
The best BJ happen to me at Hunters in Acuna, she had me screaming and jumping on the bed. back in early 2000s.
- GeorgeAus
- 08-03-2013, 12:34 PM
- Zhivago52
- 08-04-2013, 05:45 PM
Mine was my ATF and a mutual female friend meeting me at the door wearing all black corsets, thigh highs, heels, and STRAP ONS, for an evening of gang banging me. Awesome night.
- SRPHR
- 08-05-2013, 07:41 PM
One thing I think it is really sexy is when you are being intimate w/ a woman just getting started clothes still on and DFK'ing and she uses both hands and starts rubbing my dick thru my jeans. Really gets me going. There's a long list of things but this to me is uber sexy. This being said in this Hobby I know that some don't DFK , I understand why, but kissing is the match that lights the fire to me.
- Austintatious Lilly
- 08-05-2013, 09:31 PM
One thing I think it is really sexy is when you are being intimate w/ a woman just getting started clothes still on and DFK'ing and she uses both hands and starts rubbing my dick thru my jeans. Really gets me going. There's a long list of things but this to me is uber sexy. This being said in this Hobby I know that some don't DFK , I understand why, but kissing is the match that lights the fire to me. Originally Posted by SRPHR
I Am An EXTREMELY PASSIONATE & SENSUAL KISSER!!!!!!!!
Ask ANYONE That Has EVER Kissed ME!!!!!!!!
I Will Stand Behind MY Kisses TRIED & TRUE!!!!!!!!
I AM THE BEST IN AUSTIN!!!!!!!
I'M JUST SAYIN'
- knotty man
- 08-05-2013, 09:39 PM
- Austintatious Lilly
- 08-05-2013, 10:00 PM
- JennsLolli
- 08-05-2013, 10:18 PM
The sexiest? Well alright. I am most turned on when a man manages to make me feel like a princess and like a slut. It's an art form that few have figured out and even fewer have gotten close to mastering, but it's the only way to truly seduce me. Most men (RW more than here) assume that the good girl/bad girl thing are dichotomous in nature and tend to treat me like one or the other. Fuck that noise.
As far as logistics go, anything that circles back to my primary pull to embrace that dualism will melt my goddamn panties off. The right man can do more by opening a door than the wrong man can do by pulling me through a series of my favorite positions. The right man has worn many hats, but probably the hobbyist hat more often than any of the others. Sometimes I'm pretty surprised with both who and what will do it for me.
Apologies to those who were hoping for a more literal treasure map -- this ain't the boy scouts.
As far as logistics go, anything that circles back to my primary pull to embrace that dualism will melt my goddamn panties off. The right man can do more by opening a door than the wrong man can do by pulling me through a series of my favorite positions. The right man has worn many hats, but probably the hobbyist hat more often than any of the others. Sometimes I'm pretty surprised with both who and what will do it for me.
Apologies to those who were hoping for a more literal treasure map -- this ain't the boy scouts.
- purtybaby
- 08-06-2013, 10:46 AM
New provider crush : Jenn. Goddamn I love a woman with brains.
- Lannister
- 08-06-2013, 10:51 AM
- 3daygetaway
- 08-06-2013, 02:26 PM
Thanks for bumping this one; I missed it the first time around.
Years ago, when sex was still relatively new, I took a girlfriend camping on HOT summer night. It had to be around July/August because the night time was still 80 degrees. We were camped on the edge of a cliff overlooking Dead Man's Hole in Dripping Springs (similar to Hamilton Pool). It was really romantic--full moon, katydids and crickets, the sound of trickling water, a campfire (though I can't remember why we thought we needed one). Of course, romance was lost on teenagers who could have given a shit about the moon.
If you've ever gone camping with a teenage girl, they get scared when they hear critters rustling about. It was probably an armadillo, they were everywhere in those days, but certainly not a threat. She got nervous and begged to go into the tent until it was gone. I followed her inside, and we continued to talk about whatever gossip seemed important. Being 80 degrees, beside a campfire, and out of the wind, the temperature rose steadily inside until we were both sweating. Not stinky BO sweat like I produce now, but sweet, healthy, pure teenager sweat. We decided that taking off our clothes at that point would be a good idea, which led to horny anticipation of each others' bodies.
We did our thing, which in those days included kissing every inch of each others' bodies. I will never forget how erotic licking and tasting her sweat was. As she rode me, I watched drops of sweat start from her neck, flow down her chest, onto her breasts, and then pause and shake for a moment on the end of her nipples before falling onto my chest below. Grabbing her body, I can still feel her smooth skin gliding under my hands, as though she were oiled and shining in the moonlight.
When we finished, the armadillo had long passed and we returned to the campfire. Upon stepping naked out into the wide open, the cool summer breeze refreshed our wet bodies and invigorated us again, like that fresh breath one gets when stepping out of a sauna. Through the ridiculous haze of youth, I recall even that moment standing out as particularly sexy. So sexy, that we immediately pulled our soaked blankets out of the tent, laid them between our folding chairs and made it again under that full moon.
Years ago, when sex was still relatively new, I took a girlfriend camping on HOT summer night. It had to be around July/August because the night time was still 80 degrees. We were camped on the edge of a cliff overlooking Dead Man's Hole in Dripping Springs (similar to Hamilton Pool). It was really romantic--full moon, katydids and crickets, the sound of trickling water, a campfire (though I can't remember why we thought we needed one). Of course, romance was lost on teenagers who could have given a shit about the moon.
If you've ever gone camping with a teenage girl, they get scared when they hear critters rustling about. It was probably an armadillo, they were everywhere in those days, but certainly not a threat. She got nervous and begged to go into the tent until it was gone. I followed her inside, and we continued to talk about whatever gossip seemed important. Being 80 degrees, beside a campfire, and out of the wind, the temperature rose steadily inside until we were both sweating. Not stinky BO sweat like I produce now, but sweet, healthy, pure teenager sweat. We decided that taking off our clothes at that point would be a good idea, which led to horny anticipation of each others' bodies.
We did our thing, which in those days included kissing every inch of each others' bodies. I will never forget how erotic licking and tasting her sweat was. As she rode me, I watched drops of sweat start from her neck, flow down her chest, onto her breasts, and then pause and shake for a moment on the end of her nipples before falling onto my chest below. Grabbing her body, I can still feel her smooth skin gliding under my hands, as though she were oiled and shining in the moonlight.
When we finished, the armadillo had long passed and we returned to the campfire. Upon stepping naked out into the wide open, the cool summer breeze refreshed our wet bodies and invigorated us again, like that fresh breath one gets when stepping out of a sauna. Through the ridiculous haze of youth, I recall even that moment standing out as particularly sexy. So sexy, that we immediately pulled our soaked blankets out of the tent, laid them between our folding chairs and made it again under that full moon.
- DallasRain
- 08-06-2013, 08:34 PM
a sexy bubblebath is always a great way to start a date!
- Poet Laureate
- 08-07-2013, 12:54 PM
During a session with Luving Lola we were screwing mish, with her long, beautiful legs wrapped tight around me, while deep kissing (and she's a terrific kisser), and while she played with my balls with one hand and played with the hair on the back of my neck with the other. Somehow she was able to keep us in rhythm, which with my girth at the time (I've since lost a bunch of weight) couldn't have been easy, and the combination was incredible. Never felt anything like it before or since. It left me spent, drained, and utterly satisfied.