My last few posts, many have asked me why i’m so crazy about hung men.
About 7 years ago – at that time I was already with my current husband –
I went to Mallorca with friends. For those who don’t know: Mallorca is
the place where Germans go in the summer to really party. It’s a huge
party mile. We
were a total of 6 women and it didn’t take long for the first men to
start flirting with us. we got to know a group of federal police
officers on the very first evening and continued to meet up with them in
the days that followed. it was a fun round. One of this group took a
special interest in me. and although I was taken, I found that I was
very attracted to this man. he was tall, had strong arms, and was
otherwise very muscular. his face was handsome and had handsome
masculine features.
We flirted for a while and at some point I knew deep down that I had
already subconsciously decided that I was going to have sex with this
man. he just exerted an enormous attraction on me. it came as it had to
come: one afternoon we went to my hotel room together. our friends
stayed in the disco.
Already in the elevator of the hotel I noticed this sexual tingling in my
stomach. when we were finally in the room I felt his lips on mine. He
picked me up and pushed me against the wall. I was really impressed with
the ease with which he did it. He laid me carefully on the bed and
slowly undressed. I watched him and the less clothes he had on, the more
excited I became. He was in great shape. Every muscle seemed trained to
perfection. However, I quickly turned my attention to his cock. It was
perfect it was long and really very fat. his whole shaft was traversed
by small veins that were now pulsing. the sight aroused me. He seemed to
notice my look because he said: “You probably don’t get that kind of
thing at home.” Deep down inside me, my bad conscience arose. I didn’t
give my boyfriend a thought until that point. but now it was too late
for that. I was no longer able to think rationally. My brain was only
functioning on animal instincts. and my instincts wanted this hung man .
Author: Buebchen1990
My personal sexgod [f/m] [25-30] [dominance] [tease & denail]
First: I’m not a native speaker – so please bear with me.
I had my first Tease & Denail experience in a hotel in Germany during a business trip. I used to go to the sauna there after work. In Germany you are usually naked there. After a while a man came in. For me he was the epitome of sexiness: tall, very muscular and well-trained. As he removed his towel I could see that he was very hung as well. This man had really got everything from his Creator. We started doing some small talk. I really had a hard time concentrating. This man exuded pure masculinity and awakened in me a sexual desire that I had never known before. Long story short: Of course we ended up in his hotel room. Everything on his body was perfectly defined, every muscle was visible and felt incredibly good under my hands. When we started kissing, pleasure exploded in me. I have never felt such a desire before or after (sorry darling). His dick was now erect and had a thick vein running through it. He threw me onto the bed and held my hands above my head. It was absolutely clear that he was in control here and I was perfectly fine with that. It even seemed natural to me to surrender completely to this strong manly man. My inner feminist was unusually quiet. When he entered me it was a feeling that I cannot put into words. I’ve always thought that size doesn’t matter. Well, I was wrong. Very wrong. It was amazing. Just before my orgasm he suddenly broke away from me. He went to his bag and pulled out a necktie, which he used to tie my hands to the bars of the bed. He didn’t ask permission, which was hot. He told me that if I want to have an orgasm I have to beg for it. I thought it was a joke at first. But every time I was about to cum he stopped…playing gently with my nipples instead or shoving his penis in my mouth. After a while he continued. It was frustrating and hot at the same time. Each time my lust grew and I could hardly think straight. Even now that I’m writing this story, I can’t really remember that phase. My brain was controlled by desire. And he was the reason for this desire. So he controlled my brain, my whole body. I was totally his. When I was very close to orgasm again, I started to whisper “please, please…”. His large hand gently but firmly wrapped around my neck and he said “tell me what you want”. I said please bring me to my climax …I can’t take it anymore. He replied “Tell me you’re my little slut”. I reply, “Yes, I’m your little bitch…please please let me cum.” (Again, my inner feminist was surprisingly quiet.) But finally he brought me to the climax… after what felt like hours of denial and begging. My lust exploded and my hands clawed into my partner’s muscular back. It was amazing…