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Do you know the deepest, darkest sexual fantasies of women?

Do you know the deepest, darkest sexual fantasies of women? Sex, fantasies, of course, are a normal part of life. In our minds, we can engage in risky behaviors without consequences and deliver our inner monster without being judge.

But there are women who are not sufficiently stimulated by erotic dreams, they want more, they want to live intense moments with a man they do not know and will convince them to reveal their sexual desires more taboos.

Men can walk down the street and imagine sleeping with every girl they see, but for women this fantasy is much more illegal. While men can behave like animals in heat, women are supposed to be chaste and pure. But they do not not always want to be.

“In restaurants, I always have a fantasy of a quickie in the toilet with the waiter,” said Sasha, 29 “I like the idea of spontaneity combined with the idea that it’s someone I never see never again. This is the freedom to be as dirty as I want. ”

The fantasy of sex with a stranger is rarely a tender love. In an instant, a woman throws a glance at a passerby, she envisions a virile and quick sex moment, no names exchanged, squeezing him against a wall in an alley. Theoretically, this is the perfect scenario: a fast unattached, and do not worry if it misbehaves orgasm.

While many women like to take control in bed, others are attracted by the idea of being made completely powerless. “I envision a guy tying me and taking advantage of me,” says Laura, 25 “This is not a violent thing; I have no desire to have a man but I want his strength on me.

This is succumbing to pleasure. “In fact, the total submission is one of the most common female fantasies.” Many women are raised to believe that sex is bad, so enjoying it can cause a lot of guilt, “says Drew Ramsey, Ph.D. psychiatrist at the Medical Center of the University of Columbia.
“In such a way it’s not something that the woman is doing, but something that she is forced to do.”

Erica, 26, likes to imagine a man tying and even using a headband. “I like the idea that he is using my body for his pleasure,” she said. “I imagine being helpless and unable to move, then he comes out of my mouth and rubbed my breasts and any where else . ”

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I called a male companion to come to my room after a dinner in Paris, I was a bundle of nerves. I stared at him, his height and breadth filling my doorway as he leaned with one shoulder against the frame. I wanted a male escort experience to feel like a woman taken by a real man.

I watched him obsessively, unable to keep my gaze from wandering him. My male escort was everything masculine, powerful and help me, I was dreaming hot. My heart started to thump from a potent mixture of fear and lust. My male escort looked me up and down.

My gigolo guided me onto a chair, arranging me so that I was straddling him with my knees on either side of his thighs, holding me in place with one hand at my waist.

My male escort slipped his other hand between my parted legs to test my wetness. I sat frozen as he brushed his fingertips through my soaking curls and slipped them between the slick lips of my pussy, seeking out my engorged clit.

My gigolo gazed into my eyes as he worked two fingers up and down either side of the sensitive flesh, and my eyelids drifted closed from the wonderful sensation.

Then he lightly pinched the tip, where every movement of his exploring digits was intensified, amplified, and I cried out, my head falling back. My male escort soothed me again with gentle stroking, the slow rhythm promising so much more to come.

My gigolo continued his evocative massage of my intimate flesh. I leaned forward with my hands on his shoulders and pressed my lips eagerly to his. It was a sweet moment then his mouth moved against mine and I opened, inviting him inside. James was gentle but firm, confident, his velvet tongue sweeping in to brush against mine and explore me. The combined potency of his taste and the assertive way he filled my mouth sent my senses into a whirling hurricane of erotic pleasure.

I tried to capture his sleek tongue, wanting to suck on it and draw out more of his essence. My gigolo let me have my way for a moment then set out to sample the tastes and textures of my palate, the soft skin of my inner cheeks and the sensitive, almost ticklish surfaces just inside my mouth. My gigolo sucked, probed and stroked, first deeply then less so, withdrawing to lick and nibble provocatively while I gasped and breathed in his breath, drowning in the flavors of him.

Then he shifted his head, sealing our lips together at a different angle, and plunged into my mouth again, leaving no part untouched, unclaimed. All the while he kept up the leisurely manipulation of my clit, his clever fingers never faltering.
It was overwhelming, the sheer intimacy of his mouth devouring mine so passionately and his fingers exploring me so elementally.
My gigolo drew back, panting, and waited for me to drag my heavy eyelids open and meet his burning stare. Then, ever so slowly, he sank a long finger into my cunt.

I nodded helplessly. My male escort had both hands between my legs now, spreading my labia wide with one so that my clit protruded defenselessly, utterly exposed to his exploration. My gigolo dipped his fingers in and out of my channel, spreading my juices all over me, until I was a slick mass of sensitive skin under his touch.

I hold up my breasts and offer him my nipples. I cup the heavy flesh and lean toward him, shuffling my knees farther onto the chair to get closer to his mouth. His lips closed over the sensitive tip and a burst of pleasure traveled through my body to my pussy.

My gigolo drew my responsive nipple deep into his mouth where he rubbed it with the flat of his tongue before flicking it rapidly then rubbing it again. I arched my back, pushing my boob to his lips, wordlessly begging for more, and was rewarded by his greedy sucking. Then he let the nipple pop out the corner of his mouth.

My male escort engulfed the other nipple in his mouth, leaving me to play with the one that was already wet and exquisitely sensitive from his ministrations. I rolled it and pulled it, and he watched while he gripped the other nerve-laden nub between his teeth and tormented it with his tongue.

My body was shaking with huge tremors, racked by impending orgasm, when I felt him enter my channel with two fingers, one from his left hand and one from his right. My gigolo slid them deep, hooked them against my slippery internal walls and stretched me open. I cried out and bucked against his fingers but his grip stayed firm.

My male escort slipped my breast from his lips. James added another finger from each hand, stretching me beyond anything I’d ever experienced before. I whimpered and clutched at his chest, feeling the unforgiving hardness of his body, wanting it.

My gigolo withdrew his fingers, shifted me back a little, and rubbed my glistening juices onto his cock. Then he held it upright, away from his body. James saw me measuring it with my eyes.

My male escort really was huge. I tamped down a sudden flash of nerves and lifted up one leg, putting my foot on the seat of the chair next to his thigh so I could position myself over his dick. James helped me fit the bulbous head against my opening and I paused for a moment, gathering my courage, feeling him pulsing against me.

My gigolo made no move, leaving it to me to lower myself onto his fearsome length. His eyes were fixed on the point of our juncture and his face was flushed with passion along his prominent cheekbones.

I removed my foot and put my knee back down so I was straddling him again, and that small change pushed the blunt tip of his cock through the tight, clenching muscles that guarded my entrance.

My gigolo was in—just barely, but definitely within my body. I gasped at the way he stretched me and froze for a moment, trying to adjust to the feeling of him. He’d prepared me well and I felt my walls ease around him.

I lowered myself in increments, acutely aware of his ingress parting my channel, forging deep into the tender tissues beyond the reach of any fingers. It was a spectacular moment of intimacy, of taking and being taken, of voluptuous pleasure-pain.

I think we both wanted it to last forever, so intense was the gratification, but at last he was seated in me to the hilt and I was overwhelmed with an almost unbearable feeling of fullness and tightness.

I could hardly will myself to move but he took over, lifting me, his brawny arms bulging, until he could move his hips beneath me and slide in and out, each stroke leaving me breathless.

My gigolo set up a slow rhythm, much too slow, clearly determined to enjoy my body to the utmost, smiling while I begged and whimpered for release. I was half out of my mind with the need to come and I ran my hands over my own body, squeezing my breasts, then tried to rub my clit.

I glared at him and he swiveled his hips, probing new and sensitive places deep within my body. James slid lower in the chair and parted his legs more, driving my thighs farther apart. My gigolo was looking past me on the right again and I knew he was watching our reflections in the mirror. I glanced back and shivered. I could see where we were joined, his thick cock plunging in and out of me, and, higher, my ass cheeks were spread and my tightly puckered hole was clearly visible.

As I watched he transferred his hands from my waist to my ass, pulling my cheeks even farther apart and probing at my dark side with his middle finger. The sight of his big, tanned hands on my white butt and his long finger rubbing over my back hole was extremely erotic and I watched in mesmerized fascination as he spread juices from my pussy over the ruched opening.

My reasoning mind was so overwhelmed with sensation and arousal that by the time I realized what he was going to do, it was too late. The tip of the little vibrator was already burrowing into my ass. It was going where no man had gone before.

I leaned forward and buried my face in his neck as he worked it in slowly, pausing often to smear my juices on it. My male escort stopped thrusting into my cunt, leaving his cock wedged deep inside me as he inexorably manipulated the uncompromising plastic length of the vibrator into my ass.

I sank my teeth into his neck as the pain intensified from a twinge to a burn but he kept going until only the base was visible. Then he pumped his hips under me again. I bit him a second time, overwhelmed by the intense sensation of the double penetration.

My gigolo thrust frantically and brought his left hand around to rub my clit with his thumb. James worked my nub intently. And I came, the orgasm bursting out of me, great spasms of clenching and releasing, waves of unprecedented intensity.

At some point during the cataclysm he withdrew the vibrator from my dark hole, which triggered a second, more acute climax. I took him with me over the edge and felt him coming me in the condom as his body jerked and strained beneath mine.

When it was finally over I collapsed on top of him, utterly limp and exhausted, aftershocks still rocking me deep inside. We lay like that for a long time, his softened cock still within my body. Thank James for such magical male experience.

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The lady slowly moved her chair back and stood up. Her fingers wrapped around the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, and she placed it comfortably on her seat. My gigolo’s eyes became glued to her chest, watching it move as her arms reached back to unclasp her bra to let it fall to the floor.

I gasped a little at the sight of her bare breasts. They were large, d-cups. Her areolas were large, her nipples were visibly large large too for a lady with her body size. They were bright pink which made a nice contrast to her pale skin color.

I struggled with nearly every sense in my body and mind as the lady came closer to me. We looked into each others eyes. Her hand rubbed through the back of my head and hair for a moment before gently pulling me towards her chest.

I gave it a nice lick on her nipple. It felt alive in my mouth, with it’s softness becoming even stiffer and harder with every touch my tongue and lips inappropriately gave her.

I looked up to see her watching me in action, with her mouth parted as she lightly bit her lower lip, showing me just how aroused she was. Knowing that she was getting as much pleasure out of this as I was gave me more than enough encouragement to fulfill my promise that I would eat her frosting on anything, and I moved my mouth over to her other breast to suck both nipples.

The lady reached down and unzipped my pants and I sat up for a moment so that she could pull it down to my ankles, along with my underwear. I was completely exposed in front of her and my huge cock immediately came to life.

She got on her knees and held my gigolo’s erection still with hand and fingers. Her eyes looked so large and inviting, while she was holding me. But her tongue however, seemingly had a mind of it’s own as she began licking the frosting she made off of my hard cock. She looked so innocent licking me, as if my cock was just an ice cream cone and served no other purpose.

And that’s what made this moment so incredibly erotic, that a lady would make such a naughty sex act look so casual as if nothing was unusual about this.

Feeling and seeing her tongue on me sent waves of pleasure throughout my gigolo’s body. With every lick on my skin, she would briefly stop to swallow the icing. But when the sugary glaze was gone, I was able to feel her bare tongue licking up and down my shaft, just like a lollipop, rolling her tongue freely around my shaft and head.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get anymore erotic, she looked me right in the eyes and slide my hard cock in between her lips, entering her mouth. Soon, nearly the entire length of my shaft disappeared inside of her mouth as she leaned forward to take more of me in. The suction she was making was so tight I could see the round shape of my hard gigolo’s cock around her hollowed out cheeks.

After several slow and sensual bobs of her head, she took only the tip of my cock in her mouth and began jerking me off with her hand.

Her eyes lit up. Her small and delicate hand gripped my manhood even tighter and she stroked me even faster. Her mouth increased her suction and her tongue swirled around my head with even more enthusiasm.

She wrapped both of her hands and all of her small fingers around my throbbing hard-on and she began pumping my cock furiously. Her tongue stopped swirling while mouth focused on sucking my head; getting ready to catch whatever was headed her way.

I couldn’t take it any longer and shot a huge load of my cum in the back of my lady’s throat and onto her waiting tongue. The thought of stopping or slowing down never crossed her mind. She just kept at it, stroking and sucking my cock, while our eyes remained locked together. She didn’t stop until every last stream and drop of my cum was released from my body.

And when it was over, my topless lady stood up so we were nearly face to face, and she stuck out her tongue like a small puppy to show me the pay off of all her hard work, my cum. She closed her mouth afterwards and made a loud noise, swallowing it before opening her mouth and smacking her lips together to prove to me that it had all been devoured.

Her eyes lit up for a moment and she pulled the night gown over her head and stood completely uninhibited of her nudity. Her arms were by her side and she didn’t say a word. She didn’t look nervous, but she clearly wanted me to make the first move. So I did, standing up and walking over to her.

A look of excitement came over her face. I casually got on my knees; and with my face in front of her crotch, I pulled the red bow covering her vagina and tossed it to the floor. Her womanhood looked so beautiful. Her light brown labia was thick and ran straight down the middle of the opening between her legs.

With my fingers caressing her crotch and my hand behind her thigh, I leaned forward to return the feeling she gave me that afternoon by pressing my lips against her vagina.

I felt the roundness of her clit on my lips, as well as the thickness of her labia. Her legs became weak for a moment when I stuck my tongue out and used it on her, and she had to press her hands on my head to keep herself from falling over when I performed oral sex on her.

It was a wildly erotic feeling hearing her moan and feeling her hands grab my hair as my tongue tasted every inch of her vagina. I stood up and looked her in the eyes, with me standing above her petite frame.

We both had the same idea and we each leaned forward at the same time to press our lips against each others. Our tongues met and wrestled in our mouths during this sensual kiss. I could feel her breathing heavily on me. We continued kissing as her hands worked to undress me, with me helping her along the way.

I took her by the hand and led her to the center of my bed where she laid down comfortably with a look of calm on her face. She knew exactly what to do next as she lifted her knees and spread her legs open for me.

I positioned myself between her legs, with my big cock fully erect inside a condom, and used my fingers to guide my hard on towards her secret garden opening. The head of my cock rubbed against her labia, and that immediately caused a shivering reaction in her body.

She reached down to spread herself further, and I pressed my cock against her flesh and began to enter her, causing her face to tighten and her eyes to squint.

I gladly obliged her request and continued pushing my throbbing cock inside of her tiny opening. This time, I didn’t stop until I went as far in as I could go, feeling just how tight her womanhood really was.

Once I felt her body adjust to my size, I slowly began to make love to her. And the more faces she made and moans she released, the harder I ravished her delicate body and vagina.

We both lost track of time. My gigolo’s mind and body were overflowing with sexual pleasure from this wonderful coupling. She obviously had the same feeling as her arms wrapped tightly around my back, squeezing me, while she continued to squirm with every thrust I gave her.

Her vaginal muscles suddenly came to life as I felt it pulsating. Her face twisted with pleasure as she clamped her teeth together and shut her eyes. She held my body tight as she had a massive orgasm while in my arms, and my body gave in to it’s natural reaction as I shot a big load of cum inside the condom.

Several minutes had passed after we had made love to each other. We laid side by side on my bed, looking at the ceiling, and enjoyed the special moment we shared together.

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How music can improve your sex life

How music can improve your sex life? When it comes to becoming intimate dead silence does not always promote a sexy atmosphere. A little background noise can create a pleasant atmosphere, as long as it’s the right kind of sound.

For example, you can turn to television, but you may be distracted by cultural programs and entertainment.

Listen to the radio or your favorite CD is a safer option. You and your partner are likely to enjoy the music in the background to make love. But why not take this idea a step further and create your own erotic music playlist?

When I meet a woman, I always take the time to know her by asking a few questions to adapt to her and to propose a playlist that will match her.

The idea here is to schedule a series of songs in a way that sets the mood and adds a deeper level of enjoyment to privacy. It’s not so easy to do.

I begin by collecting feelings that my partner will love. Then I will now arrange the songs in an order that could match our meeting. I will follow a natural flow and ebb. For example, I’ll start with something slow and sweet, pick up the passion with mid-tempo songs, and follow with something with a true pounding. Finish with a sexy music with a gradual slowdown.

I use technology to create a playlist. For example, programming a sequence with my iphone that will mix songs like a pro DJ.

How many songs should be in the playlist? To be honest, it depends on how much time you spend with me.
But don’t worry, my playlists are very long as will be our passionate lovemaking.

Why incorporate music into the sensual relationship? There are many music raisons.It keeps a certain part of our spirit employed. You know, the occupied part that makes you anxious and thinking at work or what is in the fridge. This side of the brain must be off if we want to focus on the physical sensations and emotional connection.

Now, some people may not have any problems and their spirit is not distracted during sex, but many women would need help to stay focused in these moments.

In addition, music affects us both emotionally and physiologically. We literally feel the music in our bodies, which means that the right kind of music can stimulate erotic feelings. Listen to music while we enjoy in these intimate moments, it can make the experience more physically and emotionally satisfying.

Each new song on the playlist can give us energy or score a natural point to start something different. I am mindful and I align myself to the rhythm of my playlist to give you pleasure.

You might think that the idea of a list of erotic songs sounds like a cliché, but you will be impressed by the effort that will make special our encounter. This unique soundtrack will only be for us.

When used correctly, music can be exciting, exciting and sexy. It really is the perfect complement to love.

Let me introduce you to my playlists and I’ll build one for you. Live an instant full of gentleness and pleasure in your own orgasmic musical environment. Write me at man.jean@yahoo.fr

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