Sunday, August 17, 2008

Where Is He?

Oddly enough, I have yet to find a man who is strong enough to satisfy me sexually.

I can usually find one that is mildly adventurous, that thinks he's dominant and a bit kinky. But it's never quite enough.

My challenge is that I am a very successful, intelligent woman. A woman that you would never suspect has such a dirty side. I'm even quite traditional in most of my beliefs regarding relationships. I need respect and intimacy.

And I need to get as raunchy as hell.

I have the desire to expand my horizons, yet I am a bit shy. Therefore, I require a man- a fully confident man- to take the reigns and take me where I've never been before.

It doesn't work if the man is a beginner at exploration. I had a lover that really wanted to experience golden showers. But he was shy about it, hesitant. I told him I was willing, but he sort of expected me to take the lead and make him feel OK about it. I couldn't do that. So we ended up with a half-assed attempt at mild degradation that was unsatisfactory for both of us.

It would have been better if he made me get into a standing position and tied my arms up over my head. Then pour warm water all over my body, pinching my nipples, my ass, my clit. Making me drink large amounts of water until he could see my bladder was full. Then to bring me to the brink, he could slap my ass over and over until it was pink.

When I couldn't hold it anymore, he could have climbed between my legs and ordered me to relieve myself all over him. I am sure as I began to release my piss, I would get more and more into it- telling him to lick it off my legs and take it in his mouth.

Now that would have worked better for me.

Friday, August 15, 2008

I Have a Big Tit Fetish

It started in junior high. A group of the popular girls were teasing me because I had small breasts. In the girls' locker room after gym class I was attacked.

Four of the girls held me down while two others (the most developed ones)lifted their shirts and smothered my face with their tits. I remember crying and being very upset.

But I was also oddly aroused.

And ever since then I have been absolutely obsessed with large breasts. It became worse as I began to develop and ended up with very large breasts myself. I get turned on very easily by them- when I wear low cut tops and feel like my breasts could be exposed, I get turned on. I often like to play and fondle and squeeze my breasts during the day.

When I walk down the street and feel myself bouncing in my bra, I get wet.

When I see women with large breasts, I think about touching them, licking them, sucking on them. I love it when I'm out with my girlfriends and they get drunk because we all tend to get very touchy-feely, and it gives me a chance to feel them. Press up against them.

The other day I was in the ladies room at work, playing with myself in one of the stalls. I had a strong desire to have my breasts touched. So I was standing up and I took my tits out of my blouse, out of my bra, and started caressing them with one hand. I was using the other hand to finger myself and I was getting more and more excited by the moment. Finally, I had one hand fingering my pussy and the other hand tickling my ass- to keep the tit sensation going I began rubbing my nipples against the cold door of the stall.

It was so hot, and I came so hard. It was very difficult to keep quiet so that I wouldn't get caught.