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White Lines

If porn is to be believed, the cumshot is the absolute epitome of the male climax, the Crème de la Crème of the male sexual experience. It seems we men are incapable of achieving orgasm inside the body of a woman. We just can’t help ourselves, it seems; as soon as we reach the point of no return, we simply have to whip our cocks out of whatever hole they have been pounding, and deposit our load all over the face, neck, boobs, tummy, arse of the object of our carnal desires. Sometimes, I think the whole “mainstream” porn industry is some sort of advert for the Catholic Church’s Family Planning Unit. Cue: “Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great. If a sperm gets wasted, God gets quite irate…” Given that there are around 8 billion of us on this planet, it certainly highlights the inadequacy of coitus interruptus as a form of contraception; but, I digress… Now here’s the rub (pun possibly intended); when it comes to shooting my load, I actually like to be directed by the r

His Hands

His Hands by Kilted Wookie She moved into his embrace and felt his hands explore her. As his lips pressed against hers, his right hand gripped her bottom tightly; his fingertips digging into her skin. She was hungry for him; her body ached, she felt myself grow wetter as the anticipation built. “Bend over!” he commanded. Meekly, she complied. “Count the slaps!” “Yes Master!” His firm, strong hand rained down on her; alternating from cheek to cheek as she counted each blow. “One… Two… Three…” Tears brimmed in her eyes as he continued. “Five… Six… Seven…” Heat burned in her cheeks. She knew my face was as red as her bottom. “Nine… Ten… E… Eleven…” She started to sob. The fire in her buttocks spread to her cunt. She could feel the wetness begin to trail down the insides of her thighs. She wanted to feel his thick, hard cock inside her so badly; to have his thick cum filling her with its heat. “Fourteen… Fifteen… Six… Sixteen” She