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Vatsyayana Kama Sutra Part 2, Chapter 2 : Sexual union- Embrace

The Kama Sutra or Kamasutra is most notable of a group of ancient texts known generically as Kama Shastra (Sanskrit: Kāma Śāstra) by Vatsyayana Part 2 talks about Amorous advances/sexual union Part 2 Chapter- 2 talks about Sexual relationships of the Embrace & Figuring out if someone is interested, conversations, prelude and preparation, touching each other, massage, embracing

Sex Joke

The word FUCK

Once again, not one of my ideal jokes, but you guys out there may find it slightly humourous….

Fantasy

Three Green Street

Once again ideas have been rattling through my brain, I hope you enjoy, please, please comment, I will take it constructively!

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DADDY’S DELIGHT

My life changed when I turned 12 years old, I no longer played with dolls, games or any childhood things!
The reason being that my Dad saw me looking at his dick while he was in the shower, I was just being
curious, atleast that’s what i thought then, however I realize that my true calling was occuring!
I weigh 86 pounds, have carmel skin, brown eyes and blonde hair. I am about 4’2…….. Now this is how I
became a rag doll…………………………….
‘Melissa, what are you doing in my bathroom?’ my dad said, I was to scared to reply. “If I ask you a question you know to answer me!!!” I knew Dad was drunk again, which was nothing new, however I still never answered him….
Come over here missy and dry my back! Dad stood at 6’3, so as i tried drying his back, he turned around fast and I screamed, There was his cock standing straight out inches away from my face! Smack, my left cheek was burning,”shut the hell up, you’ll wake your brother & sister up!’
i was crying, sobbing and looking down at the floor when Daddy crab a handfull of my hair and yanked my head up quickly. “Melissa, only sluts look at mens private parts,” he was talking so quietly, that I couldn’t hear him, Smack, he slaps my face this time, I was seeing white little stars……
“Are you a slut ?” daddy asked, no sir, Was all I could say, and I put my head back down, I didn’t want to see his penis again, “Oh , I see, I have a sumissive bitch here!”he said. No sir was all I could say, because I didn’t know what submissive was.
“Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to my bed!”, without questioning him, i dropped to the floor and crawled to his bed, I sarted to stand up when he smacked my soft baby bottom with his wet towel, i dropped down holding my ass, all I could feel was a bump and burning!
I don’t remember what happened next because it happeened so fast, all I remember is waking up on top of dads bed and one of my eyes was swallon shut and my sleep shirt cut in half!
For now on, he said, you will never look at me, you will address me as sir at all times, except when I tell you to call me Master…… Here I was laying on the bed, in a fetal position listening to him talking about these new rules for me, as he said, ” You are my ragdoll, from now until I get tired of you!”
I felt his cold hands rubbing the welt on my butt, It felt like he was putting some cream on it, but then I felt his thumb pushing on my little butt hole, it felt good but strange, then I felt his other hand rubbing my pussy,
I have masterbated a couple of times already, so when he started inserting one of his fingers in my cunt, I was wet…………. He snatched his finger out and slapped my face again, “You bitch, you like this don’t you!”
he slammed three fingers in my cunt, and I screamed so loud, his nails cut my pussy, his fingers were stretching me extremely, Dadddy, took the pillow and covered my face with it!
I was gasping for air, crying, and my head was throbbing….. Then agian, I don’t remember what happened, All I know is I woke up with a burning sensation in my kitty cat and the filling of daddy’s whole hand inside of me while he was mumbling about me being a slut like my mom!!
I don’t remember much more about that night , that was 6 months ago, I am 13 now, and I am Masters Rag Doll……………….. My body, my cunt and my life is his……… I train daily….. 24/7…..
My life now as a slut is harder then you think!! When Master leaves for work tommarow, I will write more….. and tell you exactly my day consists of………………..
Daddy says rag dolls are for fucking, sucking, serving, and tossed around, if thats true then why does the Master peirce my body, burn his name on my butt and most of all why doesn’t he let me get dressed, or go to school, all day long I have to stay in his room……………….. with a plug in my ass…………………………..

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Baggy Trousers – Sex on London Tube

I saw him out of the corner of my eye as I passed him on the platform. What struck me about him was his short, unruly pale ginger hair, strikingly pale-blue eyes and his baggy beige cotton trousers, worn below a plain white polo shirt and a green blazer. He was young, about 22, and his face was clean-shaven with freckles over his nose and cheeks. He was short and rather cute.

Fantasy

The Time Machine(Part 2 Mary Boleyn

Time Machine Part 2
I bowed like the rest of the people in the room, and then I stepped back out to catch my bearings. I heard some noise coming from a closed door next to me. I open the door and it was a cloak room, in the back was a man and woman, coupled in a sexual act. I would find out later that these people just love to fuck one another.
I closed the door and stepped back into the room. I was looking for Thomas Cromwell, he’s an aid to Cardinal Wolsey. I spotted Cromwell dance with a beautiful young lady. I waited for the dance to end and I made my way to him. I handed him a letter that I forged, from a high-ranking aid of Maximilian I, the letter explained that I was a linguistic expert speaking fluent German, French, Spanish, Italian, and Latin, and that I would make a good diplomat for King Henry the VIII.
“Come with me please,” Cromwell said to me.
We walked down the hallway in silence till we got to the office of Cardinal Wolsey. Cromwell knocked on the door, and then entered. The Cardinal was in his office doing some paper work. He looked a little annoyed at us for the disturbance.
“Yes Cromwell just what is it?” Cardinal Wolsey asked as he went back to his report.
“This gentleman just handed me this letter your Grace, it is from an aid of King Maximilian I,” Cromwell informed him as he handed to letter over to Cardinal wolsey.
Cardinal Wolsey read and reread the letter over twice, before looking at me.
“You know that this letter will have to be checked out, if this is correct, then you will be a very nice addition to our diplomatic office. Mean while Mr. Cromwell will find you some non official business to do while we wait for a reply. Cromwell please draft a reply back asking for confirmation, and when it arrives bring it to me immediately.” The Cardinal stated, “That is all gentlemen, good night.”
We both left the Cardinal to his reports, and went into Cromwell’s office. We discussed the letter, and he began to draft a reply. When he finished the letter, he sealed it with a wax seal from his ring, and called for a courier to delivery the letter.
“Do you have a place to stay?” Cromwell asked me.
“Not yet,” I replied back to him. For the time being I figured to stay in the abandon room where I have the Time Craft hidden, till I found a place to stay.
He wrote something on a sheet of paper. “This will get you a room at the Inn for a few nights, till you find a more permanent place to stay.” He said as he handed me the note.
“Come see me in the morning, and we will find you something to do.” He said to me with a wave of his hand to dismiss me.
“Thank you Mr. Cromwell, I will be here first thing in the morning,” I responded to him as I turned to leave.
I headed back to the abandon room where I had stored the Time Craft, and climbed aboard. I headed out after the courier, and followed him to Maximilian’s court. I watched the aid read the letter and draft a reply, which was handed to the courier to be returned to Cardinal Wolsey. I followed the courier back to England. I returned back in time to the abandon room and exited the Time Craft, just one second after I climbed aboard. I now knew exactly when the courier would arrive back in England, and it would be a simple matter to waylay him and replace the letter with one that I had drafted. The whole trip would take the courier two weeks.
Cromwell kept me busy in the two weeks that we waited for the courier to return, I told him about the abandon room in the castle that I would like to use, and he had it cleaned up and furniture installed, with attendants to wait on me. There was plenty of room for the furniture and the Time Craft, when I brought it back into existence. Also, I had a full wardrobe of clothes made for me.
I knew the exact route the courier would take in the palace to get the letter back to Cromwell. I hide in a side room, and as the courier passed by me I waylaid him and replaced the letter. I revived him and sent him on his way no worse for wear, without an idea as what just happen to him.
Cromwell took the letter from the courier and went into the Cardinal’s room to hand him the letter. Cardinal Wolsey read the letter and smile, and he handed the letter back to Cromwell so he could read the letter. They both smile and discussed best just how to use me.
They called me into Cardinal Wolsey’s office to talk with me on my new duties. As we were in discussion of just what I would be doing, the door bangs open and in walks the King. We all raise and bow to the King.
“Who is this man?” The King demanded.
“He is our new diplomat your Grace,” Cardinal Wolsey replies to the King as he hands him both letters.
The King spends a few minutes reading both letters, and digestion just what they say. Every so often he would stop reading and look at me, before going back to the letters. He then quizzes’ me on the affairs of Germany, and of Maximilian and his court. Thankfully I had done my homework and was ready for this type of questioning. When the King finished his questioning of me, he asked both Cromwell and myself to leave the office, he wanted to talk with the Cardinal alone.
When the King exited the Cardinal’s office, he waved at me and said, “diplomat come with me, for it is lunch time and I wish to talk with you further over lunch.”
I followed the King through several hallways and through the throne room/ ballroom, through another hallway into the main dining room. The servants had his lunch all laid out for him. As he sat down to eat, he waved me over to an extra chair and said, “Sit and join me for lunch.” All through lunch the King grilled me on where I was schooled and where I learned all the languages, what was new in Germany and with Maximilian. I had to be on my toes, so as not to be tripped up by his line of questioning.
With lunch finally done, the King stretches, and says to me, “You know I find myself trusting you diplomat. You have answered all the question that I asked both truthfully and accurately. But know this diplomat that those who wrong the crown, generally lose their head.”
“You must have a name, I cannot keep going around here and calling you diplomat, so what is your given name?” The King inquired of me.
“Your Grace my name is Tomas Summers,” I told the King.
Just then the Queen swept into the room, followed by her ladies-in-waiting.
“Oh I am sorry your Grace I did not know that you had company with you for lunch,” The Queen said in an apologizing manner.
“Ah my dear, I would like you to meet one of my newest advisor’s and diplomat,” The King said as he introduced us.
I got up and bowed on one knee and accepted the Queen’s hand and kissed the backside of her hand, in the proper manner.
“Your Grace the pleasure is all mine in meeting you,” I said as I continued to kneel at her feet.
“Rise Mr. Summers, and thank you for the greeting.” The Queen said to me.
She turned to the King and said, “Your Grace when you have time, I need to speak to you on matters that concerns us privately.”
The King looked at me and her ladies-in-waiting and shooed us out and said, “wait in the throne room for us.”
The Queen’s attendants were all very pretty young ladies, with one old hag, who was the head attendant. They all giggled among them selves except for the old hag who kept to herself. We left the King and Queen in the dining room and went to the throne room as requested. I talked with all the attendants but the old hag. They pretty much all flirted with me.
One in particular was very flirtatious, and asked just where my room was, and if I want some company. Her name was Mary Boleyn. She would later have an affair with King Henry, producing a couple of children.
It was late that night, and I felt a soft warm body cuddle up next to me. I rolled over and looked into Mary’s face gazing down at me. She bent down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
“Should I stay or leave?” She asked me with a smile on her face.
I reached up and gave her a fierce kiss back, “does that give you your answer,” I replied.
As she snuggled down next to me, I thought that I will show her what love making is like from a 20 century man.
I pushed her down on the bed and kissed her with all the passion that I had. She returned the kiss with her tongue darting into my mouth. Our kiss lingered with our tongues locked together, as we gently probed each others mouth.
She reached down and started to stroke my cock, and it was not long and it was fully engorged, and standing out straight and hard.
“Oh my you are so large, I am not sure if I can take all of you inside of me,” She exclaimed wide eyed.
“I will make sure that you are completely ready for me when I enter you,” I said as I gave her another kiss.
My hand was rubbing and massaging her breast, and nipple. Her nipples were standing to attention, and begging to be sucked.
I got down to those perfect little 34B mounds, and I attacked her stiff nipples. I sucked on them, softly nibbled on her nipples. I tried to suck her whole breast into my mouth, but I could not quite get it all to fit inside my mouth. So I worked on her nipples and the bumps on her areola’s.
My hand move done to her slippery slit, and her lips were wet with her overflowing juices. The minute I touched her lips, she shuddered. I massaged the outer lips, as she spread her legs wider. I could feel more moisture leak from her pussy, as I continued to work on her outer lips. My finger brushed her star hole a couple of times, making her flinch each time.
I spread her lips, and inserted two fingers, and started to give her a good finger fucking. She was soaking wet inside her pussy, and you could hear her liquids squish as I rotated my fingers around her insides. I reached up to her sensitive G-spot, and put some pressure on it. She raised her hips right off the bed as she cumed in excitement.
I moved my head down to her cunt, and she had her legs wide open for me as I began to kiss her juicy slit, my tongue started to lick up her love nectar that coated her outer lips. I spread her lips apart, making her clitoris pop out of it’s hiding spot. I licked her clit a few times, as the blood flow into it, enlarged it like a small penis. Then I sucked it really hard and fast, and raked my teeth across it.
“OOOOO my that feels sooooo good.” She moans in pleasure.
She locked her legs against my head, as her cum just poured out of her totally drenching my face and beard. I try to lick up as much of her sweet love juices as I possible could.
She finally calmed down from her massive orgasm, and laid there for a few moments gasping for air, before she relaxed her legs to let me loose. I looked up at her with her cum dripping off my face.
She giggled looking at my dripping wet face.
I did not say anything I just lunged forward and planted a kiss firmly on her lips, letting her taste herself. To her credit, she did not back down, but instead licked some of her juices off my lips.
She whispered in my ear, “my turn.”
“No my cock is so hard it is about ready to burst out of its skin. I can’t wait. I am going to fuck you hard.” I said with cock in hand I was rubbing her slit.
“Please then just shove that stiff cock into me and fuck me silly.” She said as she begged me to fuck her.
I slowly entered her love hole, gently pushing my cock deeper into her pussy, giving her a chance to adjust to my size. Finally I was fully embedded, and I hit bottom. I stopped for a moment, as she was gasping for air. I could feel her pussy walls contact around my cock, trying to milk my cum out of me.
I started to pick up the pace and soon I was slammed my cock deep into her pussy, pumping as fast as I could go. The heat that we generated was cooking my cum, and I could feel it boil.
“O MY I feel it again.” She pants in ecstasy as she starts to cum again.
Just them I exploded and dumped load after load deep into her pussy, the force of mine and her orgasm together lifted her hips right off the bed. We collapsed into a heap, with both of us panting like we just finished a race.
She laid in my arms as we both drifted off to sleep.

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No Regrets

What starts off as a little bit of fun for Amie, might land her in big trouble with her family.

Fantasy

Extracurricular Activities

I’ve been a high school teacher in Kansas for about 10 years. As a bisexual male, I’ve been presented with opportunities over the years by former students, both male and female. But my one, inviolate rule has been, never touch a student while they’re in school.
A case in point is Robert, the former star senior running back of the football team. As an assistant coach on the football team, I’d had many opportunities over the years to ogle Robert and other members of the team in the showers after practice and games.
Watching all that fit, ripped boy flesh, glistening in the water as they scrubbed and horsed around in the showers … damn, it was tough. But I stuck to my rule. Robert was definitely off limits.
We did eventually hook up, just before a now-legal Robert left for college at the end of the summer. He came to my house. He didn’t say a word when I opened the door to his knock. He simply stepped inside, pulled his shirt over his head and dropped to his knees in front of me. He pulled my sweat pants down just enough and sucked my growing cock deep into his mouth.
I placed my hands on either side of his head and gave him what he clearly wanted. I fucked his 18-year-old mouth, slowly and steadily, as he moaned and groaned at each penetration. He stripped his shirt off as he worked on my shaft, revealing his muscular pecs and six-pack abs. I ran my right hand down to his dark-brown nipple, pinching the tiny nubbin between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting an even deeper moan from deep in his throat.
As much as I was enjoying his oral ministrations, I wanted more. And Robert did, too. He didn’t fight when I slipped my spit-soaked cock from his mouth and pulled him to his feet. I led him into the living room and toward the sofa.
Standing behind him, I ran my hands down his body to the top of his loose-fitting denim shorts. I released the snap and lowered the zipper, the sound loud in the otherwise-silent room. My fingers found the elastic waistband of his cotton boxers and dipped inside, following his treasure trail toward my long-awaited prize.
Seemingly in a hurry, Robert pushed his jeans and boxers down, letting gravity do its thing. His remaining clothing pooled around his ankles and he kicked them away, leaving him in just tennis shoes and ankle socks, an incredibly sexy look if ever there was one.
His 6.5-inch, cut cock was rock hard and thick, slick with his precum. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked slowly, eliciting more moans and groans. I placed my hand between his shoulder blades and gently pushed, bending him forward at the waist until his hands came to rest on the cushion.
“Coach,” he moaned. “Go easy on me. I’ve never . . .”
“You’re a virgin?” I asked as I ran my hand between his ass cheeks and teased his hole.
“Um, yeah,” Robert admitted. “I mean, I’ve sucked cock before. And I’ve been blown. But I’ve never … you know.”
“You’ve never been fucked in the ass,” I said, making it a matter-if-fact statement rather than a question. He shuddered at my words.
“Yeah,” he said, quietly.
I gently kicked his feet a little wider and gently spanked his ass once.
“Don’t move a muscle,” I said. “There’s more where that came from, if need be.”
Robert nodded and adjusted his stance slightly as I walked toward my bedroom. I hadn’t planned for this, or expected Robert to come by my house, virtually begging to be fucked. All my “supplies” were stashed in the bedside table.
I retrieved lube and condoms from the drawer. Almost as an afterthought, I stepped in to my walk-in closet and took down the case, which held my bondage gear – handcuffs, ball gags, Velcro straps, and the like. I headed back to the living room to find Robert exactly where I’d left him. Football players are trained to follow a coach’s instructions, after all.
“Good boy,” I said. “Now, relax.”
I knelt behind him and, using a pair of the Velcro straps, secured his ankles to the legs of the sofa. He started to protest but a quick, sharp slap on the ass quieted him down. I secured his arms next, behind his back, handcuffed at the wrists. This forced his face down into the cushions and opened his ass even more.
I decided to start out right. I placed my hands on his cheeks and sniffed – clean, virgin boy with a hint of soap and just a tinge of sweat. Perfect. I started at his balls and licked upward, my tongue scraping across his pink pucker and on up his crack. Robert groaned deep in his throat.
“Oh my God, coach!” he moaned. “God, that feels good!”
I commenced rimming his 18-year-old virgin ass. I worked the tip of my tongue around his puckered anus, feeling the tiny, tight muscle relax. He twitched his hips backward, forcing more of my tongue in to contact with his sphincter, moaning as I ran the tip round the rim of his hole.
“Oh, God,” he moaned. “Of, fuck! Oh my fucking God!”
I reached around and felt his cock. He was hard as calculus, a steady flow of precum dripping from the circumcised head. I used his natural juices to lube his shaft, stroking him in time with my tongue action.
“Damn it, coach!” Robert cried. “Please, just fuck me!”
That was what I’d been waiting for. I released his cock and stood. I poured a steady line of lube down between the pale pink globes of his ass, using one, then two fingers to guide it into his waiting, spit-slick hole, loosening him up for my cock. He pressed back against my probing digits, driving them deep into his bowels, almost weeping at the pleasure of the penetration.
“Yeah, coach,” he groaned. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck my virgin faggot ass with your big fingers.”
I carried on, probing his hole, watching him twitch and shudder with each thrust as he pressed back against my hand. I decided he was ready. I pulled my fingers from his ass with a pop, eliciting a moan of complaint from Robert’s lips. I lubed up my cock, deciding to forego the condom (regular testing for me, a virgin ass for him).
I gripped Robert’s left hip and used my right to guide the head of my cock between his well-lubed globes. I slipped the head up and down inside his ass crack, teasing his hole further, lining myself up.
“Yesssss,” he hissed. “Right there.”
“Relax,” I said. “Relax.”
I felt his tight muscles loosen slightly and pressed forward slow and steady. Robert grunted and his sphincter tightened, briefly, at the increased pressure. But a combination of position, determination and lubrication overcame hesitation as the head of my cock slowly split his hole.
“Aw, shit, coach!” Robert groaned as the head came to rest inside his bowels. “God, that burns!”
I paused momentarily, my cock twitching and throbbing, the pressure of his sphincter gripping the head almost causing my brain to go into sensual overload. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like with my entire cock buried deep in his clenching ass. But I couldn’t wait.
Instructing Robert to take a deep breath and push out with his internal muscles, I pressed forward, moving another inch of my cock into his hole. I started a steady thrusting motion, just a millimeter at a time, gradually increasing my pace and depth until I was fully buried in his ass.
“Aw, coach!” Robert groaned, his fists clenching and releasing as they were held behind his back. “So full! God, I’m all full of your cock, coach!”
Those words alone made all the anticipation, waiting and wondering, worthwhile. I stopped again with my cock balls deep in his bowels, relishing the tight heat of his no longer virgin ass.
But I wasn’t there to just stand around. I slipped back until just the head remained in Robert then pushed forward, slowly but steadily, filling him back up with my cock. I established an easy rhythm, gradually increasing the speed and frequency of my thrusts, until Robert was pressing back against me in sync, begging me to fuck him harder.
I pounded his formerly virgin ass with abandon, feeling my balls slap his as I bottomed out each time. Robert started a steady “Ungh, Ungh, Ungh” sound each time I thrust, punctuated with the occasional “Oh, yeah!” or “Fuck!” on a particularly hard penetration.
My young running back was showing the stamina he’d learned on the field, driving his ass back against me, giving as good as he got. I reached around and grasped his rock-hard cock in my right hand, my left sliding up his side and around to pinch and tug on his left nipple.
There was apparently a direct connection between his nip and his cock. With a massive groan, he stiffened, his ass clamping down hard on my cock, and came. He shot stream after stream of boy cream onto the cushion of the sofa.
I slowed down, gently stroking my cock in and out of his clenching bowel, as his orgasm ran its course. As he relaxed, he collapsed down on the sofa, the muscles in his back and ass twitching with the force of the sensations coursing through his body.
“In my mouth,” he moaned, his voice muffled by the sofa cushion. “Fuck my face and cum in my mouth. Please!”
Never one to turn down so sincere a request, I slipped my cock from his ass. There was nothing untoward on my shaft, other than the mix of lube and his natural ass juice, I noticed. He must have cleaned himself out before coming over.
The little slut! He came to get fucked.
I moved around to the front of the couch, sat down and lifted his head into my lap, sliding over so he was directly over my groin. Without hesitation, he sucked the head of my cock straight into his mouth and down his throat. I guided his head as he bobbed up and down, his lips coming to rest in my trimmed pubic hair on each thrust. He gagged a couple of times but it didn’t slow him down.
Locking the fingers of my left hand in his hair, I ran my right hand down his back, to his upturned ass. Robert groaned deeply in his throat, sending amazing vibrations through the head of my shaft, as I worked three fingers back into his gaping hole.
That was all it took. With a roar I’m sure frightened squirrels from the trees outside, I came. My seed coated his tonsils and filled his gullet as he struggled to keep up. Gamely, he tried to swallow every drop, but some of my juice escaped and dripped into my pubes. When I was done, he released my quivering cock and licked around the base and down onto my balls, seeking every last drop before returning to my cock to try to suck the final dregs from my balls.
I laid my head against the back of the sofa, eyes closed, chest pumping as I struggled to regain my breath. Robert rested his head on my stomach, panting, sweat sticking his hair to his head.
After a few moments, Robert stirred.
“Um, coach?” he said.
“Yeah, Robert,” I moaned.
“Could you untie me, please?” he said. “My legs are going to sleep and I’ve really gotta take a leak.”
I laughed, then slid out from under him, heading for the case to get the handcuff key. He jumped as I slapped his ass in passing.
“Don’t you dare piss on my sofa, boy,” I warned. “I’ll beat your ass raw if you do.”
He looked over his shoulder at me with a grin.
“Promise, coach?”

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Diary of a Pain Slut – Week Four of Five

When Maddi Miller gets caught doing naked self-bondage under an interstate bridge, the police take her to the psych ward of the local hospital. She is released but has to keep a diary as part of her thirty day evaluation and submit it to her therapist at the end of each week. This is week four of that diary. There are five weeks, each more or less stands on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous weeks.