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I have been looking online to see if I can find a porn of a girl doing a guy with a strapless dildo but I haven't had no luck, I only found one and that had a older man and a older woman, would anybody here have a link of anything like this. I want to buy a strapless dildo and have my girl do me with it, but would like to get pointers on it.

Omg I went through all the trouble of joining and there are NO members in southwest AZ you gotta be kidding me!!!!!!!!!:yikes2:

last night i was thinking about how i have been so unsuccessfull with women & i began to think about my curiosities with guys. sometimes i think i have got these curiosities as a way to deal with the lack of female attention in my life & try & have some kinda excitement in my life, but what if it's the other way around? what i mean is, this might be something i have gotta explore & be satisfied with knowing before i can proceed with nething meaningfull with a women. i kinda pictured myself in getting to know a women knowing i have these unresolved curiosities. if i say nothing about it & go forward with being with her she might be more than enough for me & i would totally loose interest in intimacy with ne1 else. but my fear is that curiosity would never go away & as i have thought about it more over the years i'm getting more convinced that would be likely. when i 1st started to get bicurious years ago it would last awhile & then it would go away, each time i thought it was just a phase & it would be the last time. but as time went on & i accepted having such different feelings i began to accept that those feelings would come back. it's unlikely marriage would supress these feelings. so how could i go into a deep comitted relationship with a women with this curiosity that's nagging me & be @ peace? i'm restless enough about it while being single lol. from another viewpoint what if i was getting closer with a girl & she revealed the same kinda unresolved curiosities? of course i would encourage her to find herself & be open to a new experiance, but of course it would probably hinder our relationship & possibly threaten us growing apart. so why would i open myself to getting involved with a girl & say oh by the way i wonder what it would be like to bed a guy or worse bury those desires deep down? i have gotta get this in order 1st & be @ peace before i can open myself to deep involvement with a girl. plus most guys i have talked too about this love it, but some didn't like it @ all. but none of them said they regretted trying. they say something like to get something u have never had u have gotta do something u have never done. it looks like it's clear what i have gotta do. now the problem like it has been, is how to look for the right kinda guy?

Iam looking for a sexy bifemale for ltr from n carolina to flordia somewhere warm but not deal breaker

that feeling u get when u & him finally decide to get naked. u go to the bathroom to check urself out in the mirror. he comes up from behind, grabs u & pulls u close to him. u enjoy a little bite on the neck. he massages ur shoulders for a few minutes, then he goes to ur nipples & gives u playfull kisses on ur neck. then he brings u closer to him again & nibbles on ur ear. u can tell u excite him because his boner is pressed between ur buttcheeks, knowing that excites u too. he takes a deep breath in ur ear. shivers run down ur spine & ur stunned. he has got ur attention. u look @ his eyes in the mirror as he whispers in ur ears tonight ur mine! but u have got no desire to resist his moves & freely, willingly, & happily give of urself completely for a night of hot passion.

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[COLOR=#333333][FONT=Arial][I]Susan and Lisa
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I've mentioned that I'm writing a novel for National Novel Writing Month. I wrote a pretty steamy scene last night that I thought some here might like (it's not exactly an erotic novel, but there are some sex scenes in it).

The main character is a vampire who has memory loss and doesn't know her own name. This is a very rough draft, not edited whatsoever, and parts of it were written after too many glasses of wine.

There's more, but I had to shorten it a bit to adhere to the character limits for a blog here.

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[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I slipped my shoes off under her bed, partially to get more comfortable, but mostly to feel the plushness of the carpet. When I turned around, she was on me, her hands in my hair, her lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around her and did something I didn't know I could do. I lifted her up. She felt so good, so tight in my arms. Her weight bore on me purposely, and I fell back onto the bed.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]She put her hands on either side of my head and kissed me hard and deep. Her knees sunk into the bed on either side of mine, and she let her body lay against mine. The feeling of her small breasts against my big ones was titillating, and it just made me want to feel more of them. My hands slid down her back and found bare skin where her shirt had ridden up. She moaned again softly as my fingers lightly raised all the invisible peach fuzz of her lower back. I took that as permission to keep going, and slipped my hands into the waistband of her jeans.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]It caught me off guard and I got worried when she sat up then, but I needn't have been concerned. All she was doing was pulling her shirt over her head. When her hands when behind her back to unclasp her bra, I thought it was safe to bring mine to the front and unbutton her jeans. It felt unfair to have her beautiful body and breasts presented in front of me, yet I was still fully clothed.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]She giggled then, and it made me feel warm inside. I was the one who was supposed to be reading her thoughts, but it seemed that she knew mine. Her hands went up under my shirt, and her fingers slid over my stomach. It made me tingle all over. But it got even better as she ran her hands up higher, over my breasts. I arched my back and raised up to give her room to reach behind me and unclasp my bra. It felt so good to have the tight band released and her fingers massaging over it. With her hands on my breasts, she slid the bra up and out of the way. It made me want her mouth on mine again, but she was too far away.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Instead, it was my turn to slide my hands up her stomach and to her small and firm breasts. Unlike my big soft ones that felt squishy, hers were like soft peaches in velvet bags. Her nipples were so hard and poking out far, and I let all of my fingers brush over them. She moaned, but pulled back away from me, as if to say, "Not yet." I let my hands sink down to her stomach again, resting my fingers lightly on the front of her panties.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]They stayed there while she pulled my shirt up to expose my chest. Then she leaned down and kissed one breast, then the other. Her lips started at the outside and circled in, eventually ending up on my nipple. This she kissed with open lips first, then added a little bit of a suckle. Her tongue flicked over my wide, hard nipple, then circled around it before sucking gently. She kneaded my breast and lightly pinched the nipple while she went to work on the other one. This time, after sucking on it, her teeth barely brushed it. After gauging my reaction, she lightly bit it while rolling the other one between her fingers.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I watched her as long as I could, taking in her beauty and her expertise, but I was losing myself to the pleasure. Before I realized it, I found myself staring absently up at the gauze, seeing nothing, concentrating instead on the pleasure she was giving me. She gradually stopped and backed off, slowly waking me from my daze.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]My hand was still on the front of her panties, and I stroked them gently. She straightened up and lifted off of me slightly to give me more access. To tease, I let my fingers gently trail over the fabric, up to the band, then back down to the crotch, forming shapes and circles on her pelvis. She leaned back and presented herself to me. I pulled down on the waistband and ran my fingers through the triangle of trimmed hair underneath. Her pubes were blonde too, which made her feel more exotic.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Putting my hands on her waist, I gently coaxed her off of me and laid her down on the bed. I took the opportunity to discard my loosened bra and shirt, and then thought, what the hell, and stipped away my bottom half too. Candy watched me and smiled. I climbed back up on the bed. The fabric of the quilt felt cool against my buttocks, and then quickly warmed to my touch. I wanted to make love to her on that quilt.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Propping myself up on one elbow, I used my other hand to lightly run my fingers over every inch of her skin. Starting from the tops of her feet, I touched my way up one leg, then down the other. Then I concentrated on the hand farthest away from me, first running my fingertips over the top and up and down each finger before turning her hand over and drawing shapes on her palm. From there, I went up the inside of her wrist, up her forearm to the crook of her elbow. Before I could get to the ticklish area of her underarms, I let my fingers go up her bicep to her shoulders. With my whole hand, I lightly massaged her neck. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Her juggular pulsed, willing me to touch it, to penetrate it with my teeth. I was suddenly very thirsty. My fingers rested on her skin, and I felt her pulse underneath. I stopped breathing, stopped my heart beating, and focused on nothing but the blood running through her veins. She cooed slightly, and I blinked. Somehow, I had gotten just inches away from her neck. She could feel my breath. And worst of all, from what I heard in my thoughts, she trusted me completely.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]From the livingroom, I heard a crackle, like something burning up in a fire.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]"Did you hear that? Is everything okay?" I said in a low voice so as not to startle her.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]She opened her eyes. "I didn't hear anything. Everything's fine." Her fingers brushed a strand of hair out of my face, as if to say, "Please don't stop."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I shook my head. "Sorry." My fingers continued their way down her opposite arm in the other direction. When I was done caressing her fingers, I entwined mine in hers and stared into her eyes for a moment. When she looked back, I was basked in the feeling desire and love. Not real love, not serious love, I told myself, but that kind of caring you get when you share an emotional moment.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Letting go of her hand, I made the jump over to her stomach. I let my fingers trail up and down her sides, hoping she wasn't too ticklish. She wasn't. Her stomach quivered slightly as my hands brushed over it. I leaned over her and kissed the soft flesh of her belly as my hair tickled her skin. She made her hands into fists in an attempt to not squirm.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]First I kissed her lower belly, then up and around her belly button. It was a slow journey, and I made sure to take my time. Even if I couldn't read her mind, I would've known it would drive her nuts. But I was enjoying myself too, the sweet and salty taste of her skin, the softness of her against my lips. I felt like I could sit there and kiss her stomach forever, but I didn't think she could take much more.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I continued upwards, kissing each breast without using my hands, first underneath, then around the swell and up to the top and around her nipple. Finally, as softly as I possibly could, I kissed her nipple with fluttering lips before moving to the other breast. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Her lips called to me, but even more, so did her neck. As much as she wanted me to kiss it, I skipped over her neck this time and went straight to her lips, all while massaging her breasts in my hands. Yet again, she tasted so sweet, and when I lightly bit her bottom lip, it took everything I could muster not to sink my teeth in. Even as I thought about it, I could hear the hiss of the candle in the other room. I'm not sure how protective that candle really was, but at the very least, it was a gentle reminder to me to keep my head.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Very very slowly, I let one hand slip off of her small firm breast, down her torso, and to the waistband of her panties. I slipped my fingers underneath and back to the small bit of hair underneath.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Suddenly, there was a loud thump at the front door. We both jumped. Her tongue was in my mouth, and I have no clue how I didn't bite down. I could feel the candle in the living room extinguish. We both froze, I stopped breathing, and she held her breath. The thumping of her heart echoed throughout the room.[/FONT][/COLOR]

So, I've only recently really accepted that I might be bisexual, or even possibly a lesbian. I've always been a tomboy, never really been into girly things like dresses, ruffles, bows. I had more fun going hunting and fishing with my dad and playing baseball, but my mom thought I wasn't girly enough so she put me in cheerleading instead. The hunting and fishing stopped, but I was never a flyer as a cheerleader- I was the base lifting the girls up. I had feelings where I liked girls, but was told they were gross and wrong and you shouldn't act on it. My one real lesbian sexual encounter I was 10 and one of my best friends and I were making out and fingering each other. It felt right, but my mom caught us and said I couldn't see her anymore. My first sexual intercourse was with a man and we stayed together 5 1/2 years, but always fought never got along and he could only please me with oral sex. I'll admit I've only had sex with men, and haven't had another encounter with a woman in 17 years. I've kissed them, fondled breasts, and it feels right. But what I wonder is if there's anyone out there who's had a similar experience, denied who they are or think I might be labeling myself wrongly?