Three days for Cath – Sunday I

Sunday I awoke with a start at the sound of the alarm; today we are to attend a series of lectures on various handling techniques regarding delicate species in the ecosystem. Yawn. My head was a daze from the night’s sleep, I hear the shower running and glance over to Caths bed and see that she had risen before me. The previous day’s event rushed back to me as if it was a dream but with a vividness that assured me it was real. Morning wood had taken me today and I felt the urge to relieve myself before Cath finished in the shower, especially as thoughts of water running down her body filled my head but I repressed the urge as we needed to be at the lecture theatre relatively soon. Nothing more had happened the previous night, we had both showered and actually came to making a few sly jokes about our shared experience, it almost seemed like the air of sexual tension between had been lifted. For a while. My wood subsided and I left the warmth of my bed to change, I slipped on a pair of jeans and was searching around for a T-shirt when Cath emerged from the bathroom in her towel, water still dripping down her hair onto her shoulders, I said good morning and she squeezed through the gap between me and the bed whilst tracing her finger along my chest, she asked me how I slept as she turned away from me. I looked down and saw that my wood had returned at the mere touch of her, I sighed and finished changing before heading down for breakfast. I arrived at the lecture before her which was normal of us and placed myself towards the back of the theatre in the middle of the room, the theatre was small, boasting a capacity between 30 and 40 I imagine but with steep steps allowing each row a clear view of the talking platform at the front. There were between 12 and 15 other people milling about, either talking in little groups or sporadically placed around the room as individuals. I turned off my IPod, reached for my bag and began pulling out my notepad and pen ready for the lecture. I noted Cath enter a few minutes after I was settled, looking her up and down I was startled by how sensual she looked, she had worn a low-cut black top with thin straps, above a vivid scarlet laced bra that teased its way around the edges of the top covering it which accentuated the shape of her breasts beautifully. My gaze was drawn down to the excruciatingly short denim hot-pants that I’ve had the pleasure of seeing on many occasions previously, I was admiring the full length and tone of her legs as she gazed around the room looking for a peer, she noted me at the back and headed towards me with a smile. She stopped one row shy of mine and walked along before placing herself just in front of and slightly to one side, Fair enough. Within 10 minutes of the lecture starting I found my mind wandering, I began by doodling pointless shapes on my notepad and glancing around the room I noticed nearly everyone here also looked on the edge of boredom. Cath shuffled in her seat which brought my gaze towards her, she’d crossed her legs and was shifting her free foot up and down with a routine beat. Her legs shimmered in the dim light, moisturiser I thought as the thought of them spread in front of me vied into my mind, I noted with great pleasure that the angle of the lecture hall allowed me a more than explicit view of her bosom as she sat baring her chest below me. Glancing toward either end of my aisle, I discovered I was alone at the back, so I discreetly lowered my hand below the table-top and gently massaged my now erect cock through my jeans. She had brought the tip of her pen towards her mouth and was sucking inconspicuously on the end as her eyes glinted at the projections in front of us; all the while my eyes never left her. Her legs, her breasts, her face, her eyes, her lips. It was in that moment that I knew I wanted her, all of her. Later she would tell me that she enjoyed sitting in front of me because she was always in my field of vision, not as much as i did I thought with guilt, I hadn’t returned such a spectacle for her but I would always repay it in kind if I have the chance. The lecture series finished and I noticed Cath had stopped to talk with some friends on the way out so I took the opportunity to head for our room knowing she wouldn’t be far behind. Thoughts of taking her with all I have filling my mind as I raced past group after group of people. Everyone has their own way of enticing people into sexual conquests, but there was very little left of a social construct between me and Cath now, I think watching her orgasm with my semen between her fingers shattered any barriers left between us. For me, I knew if I could get her legs wrapped around my head long enough to make her body quiver from the delicate movements of my tongue inside her, I would have her. I would have her. I burst into the room and flung my bag over the bed, I was already hard from anticipation when I removed my shirt and made for the veranda where I waited. What seemed like eternity passed before I heard her step quaintly out onto the wooden balcony and knew immediately that she had been admiring the definition in my shoulders from inside the room; she came to a stop beside me and gazed longingly towards the forest. I pushed myself away from the rail and slowly moved behind her, her body fixated as I brushed the hair behind her left ear and let my breath tickle her neck. She exhaled as my hands traced down her sides towards her waist and gripped the bottom of her top, the sweet aroma of her perfume filled my head as I gazed desirously down her body and began to effortlessly lift the top above her head, Don’t stop me. Please. Her hands met mine as her top drew agonisingly close to her breasts; her head hinged backwards onto my shoulders as she giggled lightly in my ear and began teasing me with glimpses of her warm body. Feeling each contour and her responsiveness to my soft touch, my hands moved over her hips, and in towards her stomach before finding the button holding her shorts together, in two fluid movements the button was loose and the shorts had fallen to the floor as she pulled the top over her head and let it drop. She let out a whimper of ecstasy as I span her around to face me, she took full notice of my cock pressing wildly against my jeans as I gently caressed her neck with my lips, slowly her hand came to massage me through my jeans and I felt my legs weaken from her touch, my lips moved down her body and It took all the will power I possessed not to take her nipples in my mouth with blissful hunger, her hands ran up my body and came to rest on the back of my head as my fingers pulled tenderly at her matching laced pants, my eyes met hers amongst a view of her wonderfully pert breasts, her legs widened just barely enough for me to slip my tongue between them and I gazed fiercely as her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the first wave of pleasure take her, my tongue darted in and out of her vagina tasting her sweet juices as her hips moved forward to meet my mouth. She lifted her right leg off the floor and brought her foot to rest within the arch of my lower back, pulling me into her. I lapped continuously at her labia, relishing the taste of her on my tongue, as whimpers escaping her mouth turned to moans of delight, I traced the tip of my tongue the length of her until I felt the soft presence of her clitoris press back against me, she let out a squeak of delight as her hips thrust forward to meet the tantalising hint of my tongue, I continued to trace my tongue in circles, occasionally skimming the tip of her clitoris sending waves of intense pleasure through her body. My cock was aching to be freed; I reached down to unbutton my jeans as I felt her body begin convulsing uncontrollably. Her orgasm took over with an intense fury and her moans of pleasure were replaced with overwhelming squeals of passion as her fingers gripped my hair tightly, pulling me to her. I drove my tongue deeper, feeling her juices run down the sides of my face as I lapped mercilessly at her labia, savouring every bit of her. I free my throbbing member as her convulsions subside and her eyes return distantly to meet mine, I rose letting my jeans fall to the floor, her arms wrapped around my shoulders as her eyes fell upon my cock, a glint of pre-cum emerged from the tip and her eyes widened with hunger from the sight. I used the embrace to turn my back to rail, before taking a handful of hair in my right hand and forcing her to kneel, to which she obediently sub-missed. In one instant her right hand had gripped the bottom of my hard shaft and her lips enveloped my aching head, a surge of warmth coursed its way through my body as her mouth and hand worked the entirety of my manhood in perfect synchronisation. Her eyes closed and moans escaped her throat as she drove my penis into her throat relishing the taste of me in her mouth, my head hinged as her tongue ran the length of my cock, flicking over my frenulum. My hips thrust forward encouraging her to take me deeper, I felt the warmth of her lips encapsulate my shaft as she sucked intensely, her right hand maintaining a continuous rhythm above my balls. I realised as her eyes met mine, that she could take all of my endowment but the width of her fingers, my right hand found the back of her head and I pulled her into me, her fingers gradually gave way to the warmth of her mouth and instead began to massage my balls as my manhood disappeared around her lips, her eyes looked pleadingly to me as the sensation sent shivers through my body, a sensation I’ve only felt once before. I was lost in a daze of pleasure as pressure built up in my loins; releasing my grip on her hair I began a furious attempt to maintain composure as Cath resumed her intoxicating ritual with her hands and lips. Don’t cum, you want to fuck her, you need to fuck her, don’t cum, don’t cum, you want to bury your cock deep inside her, feel the velvet of her vagina massage your cock. Don’t cum, don’t cum. I tried pulling myself away to prevent the inevitable but found my body caught between her mouth and a hard place, my attempts at pleading resulted in nothing but escaping grunts as her hands gripped my hips and pulled me into her, don’t cum, don’t cum, what if she won’t like it, don’t cum, don’t cum. She felt the tightening of my testicles before I did and immediately gripped my shaft with both hands before twisting them in opposing motions, her tongue flicked at my tip as her eyes begged for my seed, don’t cum don’t cum. “O Cath I’m going to cum” was all I managed to whimper as the first contraction weakened my legs and a jet of warm semen flew from my cock, coating her left cheek before being intercepted by her tongue, moans of delight escaped her as she eagerly pumped my cock waiting for the next contraction that was aimed directly into her mouth, her eyes closed as she tasted the salty residue of my next contraction, my hands reached desperately for the rail to keep me on my feet as my third contraction landed on her philtrum and immediately began seeping onto her full red lips. In a heartbeat, she elevated herself on her knees and my next contraction sent cum streaming onto her right breast, her eyes met mine and I watched in ecstasy as her tongue left her mouth, coated in my seed and began to collect the semen running down her face. Her hands milked every last drop of cum I had onto her chest as she gave me the wickedest of smiles, my seed still glistening on her face and chest. I was left on the veranda as she strode back into our room, my legs weak and my head spinning from the orgasm moments before, it was difficult for me to rationalise what had happened, I had succeeded in seducing her but failed to fulfil my intentions, she wouldn’t let me, she knew I wanted more but wouldn’t stop, she wanted me to cum, she made me cum. I shook off my reservations and relished the magnificence of the experience; it was everything I had ever fantasised and more. I could not number the times I had sat alone feeling her push into me with such passion. Two days ago I would never have dreamed I would be left disappointed with feeling her only lips wrapped around my manhood, instead I found myself eagerly desiring more. I need her, all of her. When I entered the room, Cath had dressed into a very small, very sexy black dress; extremely short with a zip parting the front of her body below her breasts leaving an alluring view of her cleavage. I began to think we had an exotic night in store when she reminded me we were late to meet the rest of the group for drinks that evening. My disappointment soon subsided when my eyes drifted to her chest and noticed the remnants of my orgasm coating her breasts, giving a particular gloss to her cleavage. “No one will know” she assured as her eyes followed mine, “except you”, I felt my cock twitch back to life at the thought of it but suppressed myself as I pulled on some dark jeans, a tight white t-shirt and a green checked shirt. How many men can say they get to do that to her I thought? Cath was finishing her make up by the time I was ready so I allowed her to know that I was waiting for her, looking her up and down, lusting after her, she made a show for me and twirled herself in the mirror giving me a view of her at every angle. Her dress was so short I was sure that I could slip myself inside her and her cleavage shone in the light but only I would know why as we headed out to meet the others.

Three days for Cath – Friday

Three days in the Peak Friday As required by our University, students are required to spend a long weekend to a week in a field centre to gain practical experience. As luck would have it, I was placed in a field research centre in the peak district national park with a particularly attractive girl named Cath. The significance of which I had no idea at the time, me and Cath had always been good friends during our time at university and to say there was no mutual attraction between us would be a vast understatement although nothing had ever materialised between us for one reason or another, in recent months we had become more bold with our interactions, turning perfectly innocent conversations into sexual references using enticing semantics. We would often discuss particular likes and dislikes we both enjoyed about sex along with particular confessions or previous conquests. Myself being more invigorated than was potentially meant, a recent trip out of the continent left me nothing but to wonder what experiencing her would be like with no end of sexual fantasies playing out in my head, so when I found out we were to be sharing a room together in a field centre, the thought left me stricken with anticipation of the coming week. Cath had always caught my attention among the hundreds of people we shared a school with, always distinctly dressed in seductive clothes, she had an air of confidence about her that intrigued me intensely. She owned an array of leopard print and flower patterned skirts and dresses with polka-dot tops that clung to her physique perfectly and made for some imaginative scenarios in my fantasies. The journey to the centre went by innocently enough, we chatted about normal things and the sexual tension between us barely surfaced, except for occasional lingering look or smile. She was wearing a short black skirt with a high rise waist to which tucked in was a black top swirled with colourful hearts, her auburn hair tied behind her in a bob and a long necklace running around her neck towards her chest, she looked incredible but I promised myself I wouldn’t let on that I’d noticed this week in case it turned awkward between us. She has incredibly long seductive legs that remained crossed for the journey, I love long legs and always enjoy letting girls wrap them around my head while I pleasure them. I wonder if she would like that. She must have seen my lingering stare and the want in my eye because she told me to wait until we got to the room in a whisper before giving me a sly smile, and I felt a familiar response between my legs. When we arrived at the room, I made no effort to discuss her remark in the car, although there had been little else on my mind, it was late so we were to freshen up, change and meet the group for some food and drinks before getting an early night for our first day in the park tomorrow. I stepped into the room first and offered her choice of beds, she slinked past me and I could smell the sweetness of her perfume that nearly cost me my balance as she set her bag down on the far side of the room. She immediately began to undress, taken aback I looked away and apologised before heading for the bathroom. “Don’t be embarrassed” She said with a coy look on her face, “you can change here too” she gave me a wink and turned away before taking her top off leaving me with a view of her naked back except for a bra clasp as she bent over towards her bag, my eyes wandering down her body towards the her long legs. I glanced down and saw the bulge in my jeans. It’s going to a long week.

Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch.03: Marcia Learns Why (Part 18)

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Lord Jacob now spoke up to support his wife. "All evening long you have been listening to my wife and I speak as if we were one person. From that you might be thinking that we are very similar people, but you couldn't be more wrong. My wife grew up in Northern Minnesota, and I was raised until I was ten in Iraq when my family immigrated to Brooklyn. We could not possibly have more diverse backgrounds. About the only thing we have in common is our type A personalities, and that is something that the prevailing wisdom says couples should not have in common.

"The only way two dissimilar persons can end up with a common purpose, like we have, is through trust. And there is no way that browbeating, nagging or any other form of intimidation can help you. All forms of threats only destroy trust. They can never help build it.

"And there is a great deal of benefit from forging a relationship between dissimilar people, but before we can get into that, we need to look at one other question that we felt needed answering, and that is 'What is the true nature of our relationship with God?' The relationship between husband and wife, and ourselves and God may appear unrelated, but they are not.

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"I know you girls are going to remain skeptical of what I am about to say long after this evening has ended. Yet if you give what we have to say a chance, we are confident that you will reap the benefits we have seen. We are so confident that you will that we are willing to 'put our money where our mouths are.' It's called a buy out. I know some of you have heard of it, and wondered if it was true, well, it is. We don't pay women to stay in this kingdom, we pay them to leave. From the moment you are declared a maiden within this kingdom, your minimum buy out price is one hundred thousand dollars.

"I want to be very clear about this. If at the time we have deemed you to be worthy to be a maiden, yet you are so little convinced of the benefits to this kingdom that you would rather have the money, then we really do want you to go. Please, for our sake and yours, take the money and go.

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All of the girls filed back into the dining room. Waiting for them was pots of coffee and pitchers of iced tea. There were also some snacks of fresh fruit and cookies. Some of the girls began partaking what was available, while others continued on out to the hall. Marcia followed Laura out, and saw on the opposite side of the hall a door labeled Women's Lounge. She then followed Laura into it.

The room was what any woman would love to find in something called a Woman's Lounge. Not only were there extremely comfortable looking lounges, but also the room was decorated with floral patterns and plenty of actual flowers. No man could walk into this room and think he belonged.

Marcia then asked Laura, "So what's next? I am so emotionally drained after what we have covered so far, I don't know how I am going to deal with anything more."

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The well-oiled machine kicks in again with Lord Jacob taking over the lesson. "And there is another very good reason to consider long and hard about what you are going to value in the Christian religion. I learned this one talking to a Jew. I asked him, "If Jesus was a Jew, then why are you not a Christian now?'

"He replied 'I find the idea that you can live a life of wickedness and deprivation, then pray to Jesus just before your death to absolve your sins, and poof, you're now going to live with God forever, to be ridiculous. We Jews believe that you must live your life in a manner that shapes you into the kind of person that can be one with God.'

"What he said made a lot of sense. How can you define yourself by the material possessions in your life, and all of the other things of this world, and then live for eternity in a place where none of these things exists. Those parts of you that have identified with the physical world would have to be left behind after your death. It's quite possible that so much of you would have to be stripped away to make it into heaven that there would not be enough left of you for anyone to recognize as you.

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"This leads right into the other significant difference we have. We do not believe that God cares about what we do. We believe that He only cares about who we are. When this is told to a previous generation Christian, they claim that this is not difference at all, but when it's explained that this means that we do not believe in sacrifice at all, they then start to back track.

"For most Christians, sacrifice is a big deal. In fact, for them, the more you sacrifice, the better a Christian you are. We, on the other hand, see no sacrifice in being a Christian. Quite the opposite. We believe it is a sacrifice to not be a Christian.

"The principle of sacrifice is to do something that you would normally not want to do. In other words, to do something that you would prefer not doing. As my husband stated earlier, we believe God only wants us to do things we should want to do any way, and if what He requires of us can be considered a sacrifice to us, then there is something wrong in us that needs to be fixed.

Christmas shopping can be fun – part 1 [Mff]

I love Christmas shopping! Okay, I know most of you think I'm nuts, and will bring up the traffic, the rude or inexperienced sales clerks, and the overly aggressive shoppers looking for bargains, but to me that's all part of the challenge. Of course, these days I do most of my shopping on line, but I still make time for at least one trip to the mall during the seasonal rush, not just because it makes it feel like Christmas, but also out of nostalgia for something amazing that happened to me years ago when I was a handsome, confident (and modest) young man of twenty-two.

In those days I wasn't very organized, so I often ended up spending the last few days before Christmas running around, my panic increasing by the day as I tried to finish my list. 1988 was no exception. On the last Saturday before Christmas, I found myself at the biggest mall in the area at nine a.m., list in hand, determined to make everyone of my friends and relatives happy, or at least not think of me as a total jerk (talking about you, Uncle Lenny).

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Alyson was looking a little distressed, so Lord Jacob decided to try something else. "Tell you what. Let's try a different tack. Answer me this question. Do you consider yourself to be special? Not in the sense of a special human being or anything. Just in the general sense, do you believe you are special; that there is something of significance or consequence to you? Do you believe you have any impact in the world around you?"

"Yes, of course Master Jacob. Of course I think I do."

"Well if you do not believe in the existence of God, then you need to come to grips with the fact that you believe you are nothing more than a chemical reaction; merely a more interesting form of what happens when you combine vinegar and baking soda.

"If you believe that you are nothing more than a chemical reaction, then you have nothing to believe in, because chemical reactions have no control over their reactions. They only respond to their environment, and nothing more.