Hats off to member keffer67
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Posted:Nov 28, 2013 3:47 pm
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quote: " I like pretty girls no matter how they got
that way." -Keffer67
Open message to Keffer67;
I just wanted to tell you that this is one of the finest responses to a statement of disclosure I have ever heard anyone say. It is simple, yet eloquent It is casual yet profound. It sounds so non-judicial and rings of the esoteric appreciation for asthetics from the eye of someone who can discern that femininity,is what it is unto itself. Bravo, sir. If this is your intellectual property you should trademark it with a circle 'R" and the date. That makes it legally registered for two years if it is original intell property of yours. I personally think it is up there with quotes of Ben Franklin. In the right situation this response of yours could go viral I am sure of it. Thanks for your words. -Rachael Jaime
This member had sent me a nice compliment. I viewed his profile and noted his orientation is "straight". I returned a thank you note and a disclosure statement that I am not a generic female and asked if he read my profile. His reply was that he had seen my profile and understood that I was a t-girl (implied). Then he delivered what I consider to be one of the most eloquent comebacks I have ever experienced. (the quote). Thought I would just share this with Couples Dating.
-Rachael Jaime
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The Gentleman, Part Two
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Posted:Oct 31, 2013 10:53 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2014 12:08 am
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A PERFECT Couples Dating Encounter,
the PERFECT MAN
The Gentleman
Part Two
by Rachael Jaime
Saturday evening. My girlfriend had left and I
was out of the shower. I was so nervous about
tomorrow, but very excited. In the short time my
new friend and I had been corresponding I had
really fallen for his charm, sight unseen. I didn't
care what he looked like. He had won me over with
his intellect and Spirit, with just a sprinkle of
sensuous sexuality. He seemed cultured and had
travel experience (I like that. I have been all over
the planet, pretty much). And he was articulate
enough I didn't have to "dumb down" my messages
to him (no offense meant to anyone). I didn't care
what he did for a living either. I just liked him. We
had been writing very often and now...tomorrow I
was to meet him. My first time in a tryst with
someone! In my last message to him Saturday night
I told him how agonizingly slow the sands were
trickling through the tiny neck of the hourglass and
his metaphor was asking " Is it Sunday yet "? Now
the time was nearing...two pm Sunday afternoon, "
Tomorrow will NEVER come" I thought to myself and
just as the 8 day clock announced the arrival of
Sunday. I swallowed the lump in my throat and went
to work on the house. My New friend was coming. I
could not even think about going to sleep yet. I had
gotten behind my schedule playing with my
girlfriend.
I was going in circles. I had laid out the
clothes I wanted to wear for him five times so far.
Morning broke with a startle when I realized the sun
was coming up. "Oh, hell...Rachael, Crap!!" I said
out loud to no one , then... "I better get done with
this, Rocky"! Rocky the Flying squirrel sat up on his
runway above me and threw a peanut down.
"No you little BRAT" I scolded. The squirrel ran off
and hid behind a picture frame. I sent a text to my
friend asking him to not get in a hurry if he ran late
and to drive careful. He lives a distance away from
me. Ten o'clock now! Where had the time gone? I
was in a tizzie and my nerves had me in butterflies.
My friend had sent two photos of himself and I sat
down to admire them. It was a bonus to discover he
had modestly downplayed how dashing he was.
Lucky me all that and handsome too. Now I was
worried he might not like me. He might turn and
leave shortly after his arrival. I was kinda unaware
that he was thinking and feeling as I was too.
I had boldly asked him what he planned on doing
when first we meet? His reply was romantic. He
would hold my hand and lock his gaze with mine
then slowly pull me to him in an embrace and kiss
me. God how I hoped he would! I encouraged him in
a message on Friday to follow his heart and
challenged him to live his fantasy (please, please,
please). Oh, yes, I was quite ready and willing to
surrender the "V" to him if he wanted me. I was
ready. I was confident. I was frightened.
As I got out of the shower my cell phone signaled
me he was only 30 minutes out. I was visibly
shaking now which was making it impossible to put
eyeliner on. I was not going to be ready! "Oh Shit" I
heard myself exclaim. The more I tried to hurry the
worse attempts at doing my eyes became. Eyeliner
wavy, mascara under my lashes and I forgot to use
loose powder there so it would clean up easy,
mascara smeared on the arch above my eye, lipstick
off the liner..."Crap"! I prayed he would be just a little bit late. Finally I
was finished the best I could do under duress. I had
managed to clean up all the goofs on my face but
was not happy with the artwork. No more time. I ran
to the bed where my clothes were laid out and
struggled into a waist cincher from hell, then garter
belt, thigh highs and panties. "God, hurry up Bitch"! I
cursed myself. I threw a nice sheer dress on and sat
on the bed to hook the hosiery to the garter. Finally
slipping on the bling and a last minute glance in the
mirror to straighten my hair. Then I heard him
pulling into my drive and I ran to the door to greet
my knew friend. My mouth went dry and I tried to
swallow, then stopped, stood up straight and fussed
my dress into the right place. I took a deep breath
and opened the door. There he was! In all his handsome splendor,
thoughtful bottles of wine in his arm. His eyes were
ablaze. "Hi, beautiful" he said to me. I invited him
inside and he went to the kitchen to set his burden
down. I was dizzy now and we made some small talk
about his trip then walked into the living room.
When I turned around he was standing some
distance away. We gazed into each other's eyes, his
were sparkling in the afternoon light. His smile was
captivating. "Its really good to see you" I said , then
added "you look great"! "So do you, Rachael" he
replied. Then a moment of silence. I said "Are you
going to kiss me"? "Yes" he stated and took three
steps toward me and swept me up in a big hug. He
was gentle and swayed me ever-so-slightly as our
lips found each other for the first time. We started
making out right there standing in the living room. I
was aware of erotic little moans of pleasure
involuntarily escaping my throat. His tongue seeking
mine, our bodies pressed tightly together. His
strong arms around me and firm hands exploring my
body teasing and sensuous. I thought I would pass
out. That he was a very well versed person in the art
of love making became evident. Finally we broke our
kiss and he asked if I would like a glass of wine to
help relax me. "Yes, that would be nice, thank you".
He went to open a bottle and I stayed back for a
second to regain some composure then I went to
join him. He poured me a glass of wine and then we
made a toast to our new friendship, that it would
endure. I looked at him over the rim of my glass as I
sipped the wine. He was doing the same. Then he
set his glass on the counter and said " You really
are beautiful, Rachael" I can't remember what I
started to say back to him as he reached for me and
pulled me tightly to his body and once more our lips
met. Still holding my wineglass I threw my arms
around his neck and kissed him back passionately.
His tongue met mine and I was lost in his love. Then
I distantly heard something spill and ,disoriented,
asked what it was that spilled. I was aware that my
friend was saying "Your glass!" "What"? I still was
coming back to earth and he said again "Your
wine!!" Then I realized it had still been in my hand
when I put them around his neck and during the
course of his kissing me it slipped and spilled down
the Gentleman's back soaking him. I suddenly
regained myself and was so embarrassed! He was
very even tempered about it but I could detected he
struggled for a second to suppress any ire.
He was quick though and he downplayed my goof
expertly as we went back to the living room. He took
a seat in a tall formal overstuffed chair and I on a
love seat by a window. He was so casual. I was
burning. We had conversation for a time then I
asked him why he was sitting "way over there"? He
immediately stood up and glass in hand slipped onto
the seat next to me. He looked at me smiling. My
pulse was up. My breathing was fast and deep. I
could feel my erect nipples strain against the
chiffon fabric of the sheer top I wore with each rise
and fall of my chest He deftly summed up the girl at
his side. Never breaking eye contact he set the wine
down on the glass table to his right and moved to
kiss me. As our lips met I heard myself let out some
more of the passionate little moans of ecstatic
pleasure. No more words were exchanged as we let
ourselves surrender to Aphrodite ( Greek Goddess of
Love). By now I had lost all reference to the space-
time reference point and didn't care. Music was
playing. My friend suggested we could lay on the
floor and more comfortably listen to music and
make out. I was all for that! I went to the bedroom
and returned with some sheets and blankets and
pillows. He helped me spread them and then laying
upon them patted a place by his side which I gladly
accepted and snuggled up hard against his body. I
was smiling, happy, and really worked up. He was so
cool and sophisticated but I could plainly feel his
passion had risen hard. He pulled me tighter to his
body and we began once again to make out. Oh, God
I was very enamored. I worked by body up against
his until his erection was pressing into me in the
"right" spot. I couldn't help as my own body began to
slowly and firmly respond in pleasure-driven
undulation against his manhood. He was still
methodically exploring my body, never missing a
single erogenous zone and noting the areas I had
responded to the most while kissing and he would
go there again then search for others until his
mental list was completed then he would start in
sequence from the top of his list to the bottom . I
was slightly aware the end point of his sequences
were my breasts and nipples where he would linger
a little longer each cycle. Then repeat his sequences
with variables so each pass was different and new,
like were time spent there, pressure, different kinds
of touch or massage and his kisses (OMG< THOSE
KISSES) and the finally was working my breast and
nipples more erotic and intense each time. Yes he
was keen to zero in on the most intense responses
my body had signaled were at the breast play. Now
he had them fully exposed and alternating his
attention from my lips to my nipples. I was nearly
ready to cum! I was moving in rhythm to the music,
lost in passion. To say my Desire for him was
overwhelming would be an UNDER statement. Ever
heard of "out-of-body experiences? I could hear
myself begging him to fuck me but at the same time
I was struggling to get back into my body so I
wouldn't miss anything. I was moaning softly and
breathing into his ear as I worked my hands down
between our bodies and started to feel him and
explore his mysteries. I wanted him SO GOOD!
(notice I avoided saying "so bad"- no curse out of MY
mouth) He kissed me even harder, more intense
than ever. I worked his big cock out of his clothes
and was totally involved in feeling him, hot, smooth,
pulsating...and growing! I couldn't wait. I looked him
in his eyes and said "I want to suck your dick" in
more of a demand than a request. Then I went down
and played and explored him in satisfying oral
delight. I played every trick I could think of and then
some. I wanted it to last and was careful to slow it
down when I felt orgasm response begin. Then work
him back up close again then off. This eventually
leads the man to very intense orgasm when he
finally releases. But don't take him to "the brink"
and deny release more than 5 times max or the
opposite effect will slap you in the face. Three is
safe, the last one you don't stop but slow down as
the final signal is given and the point of no return
has been breached. Then he realizes you are
receptive this time and, well, "Thar She Blows". I
slowed as the head expanded and felt his testicles
violently contract in my cupping hands and I softly
tickled them with my nails. I was letting his cock
slip back up into my mouth from my throat and
stopped there when I felt it coming and began
swirling my tongue around the head and reversing to
the other direction...three
circles..stop..reverse...three circles..stop ...reverse,
then tickling underneath it with butterfly kisses and
gentle sucking as he came. I swallowed each load
and then quickly repeated the same motions until
the next and next..and next...and next.......and...one
more, then slower to ...Oops another one! Ummmm.
I was so very easy and gentle now as I knew he
would be ultra sensitive after that much cum. I
gently kissed it and licked away any escapees I
could find. Then I took it out and looked him in his
eyes as he recovered. I was so happy! I kept kissing
his cock with soft, open kisses and squeezed out a
little more cum, licking softly and kissing it away till
he was squeaky clean. I gave it one last kiss then
tucked it away in its safe place and crawled up to
lay my head on my man's chest. I could hear the
strong pounding of his heart and gave him a little
medical exam and healthy heart report (couldn't
help it I am in medicine). We lay there awhile
enjoying the flow of Chi before we got up and went
to get more wine. We chatted and played a bit
drinking our wine and having fun. Then he lit another
desire fire under me and I asked him if he wanted to
come to bed with me. So off we went.. I am not going to
tell anymore about the romantic
fun we had tonight. I will say that I am still a Virgin
though. But came VERY near with no actual
penetration...damn it...! Explanation? My man is
playing it slow to build anticipation and heighten
passion (and it is working, too. I couldn't believe I
was begging to be fucked, like, he was teasing me
with his hard cock pressed to my ass between my
cheeks! But he withheld the thrust that would have
ended my Virginity. And I made him cum for me
while teasing him back and masturbating and
sucking his cock. He asked me to stop blowing him
a bit and kiss him so I kissed his hard cock one
more time them moved my body astride his loins on
top. I bent down to meet his lips and we kissed long
and hard. I found his cock with my hand and pushed
it up to my ass as I sat down but I still had panties
on. I masturbated him while riding cowgirl. His cock
strained against the thin material of my panties. I
lay my head on his chest and sexily breathed out the
words "There is only less than a DAMNED
MILLIMETER between your cock and my Virginity"!! I
taunted him. I wanted to pull my panties aside and
let him enter me! I reached back with my other
hand, head still on his chest , other hand jacking
him and guiding him to me. I pulled at the fabric and
moved in little circles against the head of his
throbbing hard dick. I started to press down then
came up , realigned and sat against him again,
pressing down and gyrating. He pulled my face
toward him and kissed me so passionately! I felt
the first swelling indicator my Babe was about to
cum again... I held him with a firm grip and pounded my ass
down hard to meet and receive the explosion of
cum. The panties had slipped back in the way so I
couldn't get it in me in time. I rode it out as sexy as
I could for him to max his orgasm . I felt his hot cum
splashing between the tight space between us, It felt
good. He was cumming very hard and it really turned
me on.
As he slowed I slid down his body and took his cock
in my mouth as he finished. Then I sexily played as I
licked it all clean. I kissed Mr Cock and tucked him
back into the PJ's then wiggled back up to be held.
We stayed that way and fell asleep. I asked softly
into his ear if I could hold Mr. Cock until we fell
asleep. I was still holding his dick while we drifted
off to sleep. He snored and I purred.
... a purrrrfect guy.
a lttle aside...*my friend just text me as I am
writing this. OMG! He really knows his way to a
woman's heart. In just one paragraph he has my
heart pounding in my breast and the butterflies are
all stirred up in my tummy again 
As I was writing this we have confirmed another
date. He is coming to see me on Saturday. I am
excited and can't wait. I have a very sexy surprise
ready for him I know will blow him away big smile
 -Rachael Jaime
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A Letter to Santa
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Posted:Oct 27, 2013 6:04 pm
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2013 5:39 pm
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A Letter to Santa
by; Rachael Jaime
Dear Santa,
Thank you for being so nice to me, even though I have been a little naughty. You are so cute when I sit on your lap and confess my naughty behavior when you ask me about the little things I have done. And the way you turn so red! That frightened me as I thought you were mad about it.
But when you said it was only because it was too warn in the heavy red snow suit you wear I relaxed again. You would whisper little things that would make us squirm and giggle. Then make us bounce and clap our hands happily when you would announce we were good and you promised to bring us our heart's desires. Then you would help us off your lap and give our fannies a little slap as we scurried away feeling elated. You're the BEST SANTA ever. You have a special way with girls , I think, cause I saw you never had to calm the boys like you did us. This year I am going to try and stay awake so when you come to my house instead of sliding down the chimney just slip through the back door so I won't get my baby doll nighty covered in soot when I give you a big hug and kiss. After all I feel we are almost friends...especially after last Year!
I was the girl who showed up late at Macy's where I heard you were going to be. Almost all the lights were out in the mall and I ran to the store front and pressed up to the glass hoping to at least get to see you. I guessed you would still be around since you live at the North Pole Village and it had been there for almost two months. Didn't see anything but your empty throne and a sac of mail by it. The village looked deserted. Then I heard you laughing. "Ho, Ho, Ho" I heard. Yep, unmistakable certainty you are close by when THAT laugh is heard. Then I saw you! Your hat was off and your belt. Your tunic was unbuttoned and it looked as though you had a long day. You were going to get the mailbag. "Should I bother him" I thought? Oh, what the Hey. "I'll just get his attention and wave to say hi, then go" I thought to myself. I tapped on the glass. You didn't hear me so I knocked harder and hollered "Santa"?...Santa, its ME, RACHAEL"! I saw you straighten up and take notice, listening. I banged on the glass more urgently "Santa, over here"!
You looked my direction and then focused on my face. I began waving in a small gesture with my arm half raised and only bending my fingers slowly to the palm. "Hi...Bye" I over formed the words with my lips so you could read them as I knew you couldn't hear me. "Oh, damn it, I wish the traffic hadn't been so heavy after I got off the evening shift at the hospital. I really wanted to confess this year." I sadly thought. I saw you wave back and then I turned and began to walk back to the parking lot, head downcast. I heard someone shouting not far away. "Where is that coming from" I thought looking around the nearly dark mall. Then I heard it clearly, it was YOU!
"Rachael Jaime, you little BRAT, could it be"? "Oh, YES Santa, it IS". I ran to you and jumped up in the air throwing my arms around your neck and you caught me and squeezed me real hard finally setting me back on the ground and pushing me back by the shoulders "Let Me look at you...Oh, my, you ARE filling out very nicely young lady". "I can't believe you remember me, Santa", I was blushing. "What are you doing here unescorted at this hour, my dear". When I told you, if you recall, that I was trying to see you to sit on your lap and confess as it was becoming tradition for me you warmed my heart and made me feel so special by saying "Rachael, honey, Santa will still make time for you, don't you worry". It was so nice. I remember you watching and looking side to side to make sure no one overheard you. Then you pulled me inside hurried so no one would see. I know..Santa, if anyone saw you making special time for me you would surely be mobbed by others wanting special attention. I knew that and was grateful. "Come with me, dear". and you were walking fast so I began to skip behind you to keep up. As we arrived at your village you turned and taking my hand pulled me inside the little compound. Once I was past you I saw you look again both ways as you closed and locked the gate. Then, turning to me and clasping your hands loosely together and turning them one way then the other and wetting your lips to speak you asked "I am glad to see you Rachael, been a year since last...and Santa KNOWS you have been a little naughty again...are you ready to confess to Santa and clear my "LIST"" you asked with such concern? I cast my eyes down feeling embarrassed and a little ashamed. Santa knows everything already so you can't fool him. I began "Yes Santa, I have done a few naughty things with boys. I..." you cut me off. "Now, now darling. If we are going to do this we have to do it right. Come, follow me" and I did. At your throne you majestically turned and sat upon it. You looked so regal. "Ok Sweetheart, you know the drill, c'mon up on Santa's lap" you instructed while patting yourself. I let out a happy squeal and bounded up the three stairs and climbed aboard. I wiggled around a bit and found a comfy spot and leaned backwards against your big, round tummy and you put your stro ng hands on my thighs so I wouldn't fall. "Are you ready"? you asked and you started tickling my sides to get me laughing. I am so ticklish and you kept doing it till I was about hysterical, I was wiggling and bouncing all over you and every time I thought you were finally going to stop you would suddenly tickle me again and I wound scream and bounce about a foot into the air and come down hard. Musta been hard work for you the way you began to sweat.
"Please, Santa, no more or I will pee...please"? Finally you stopped and I was trailing my laughter now just periodic giggles. My chest was rising and falling heavily and straining the tight sheer top I was wearing. I knew you noticed my boobs had gotten bigger since last year. Now they were adolescent B cones that pointed up at the stars, the hormone replacement therapy was doing a fine job. All the bouncing up and down on your lap had caused the mini skirt I was wearing to ride up high. A little too high. As you pulled me back against you I looked down and noticed that Victoria's secret was about to not be a secret much longer. OH, Santa, my skirt. I need to pull it down, please" I said "I'll get that for you honey, you told me as your big hand reached down and smoothed the material down to about mid thigh. "Thank you Santa thats better" "I will guard you and hold your hem down while you make your confession Little one, that way no one will accidently see your private area while you are on Santa's lap." and with your announcement you placed your big paw right between my legs and held the hem of my skirt firmly down. "Thank you, that is very sweet, Santa" I said and leaned back on Santa feeling more secure. "OK, Darling, get on with it now" you said. If you remember I began to blush deeply as I started to tell of the naughty things I had done. I was rolling from one thigh to the other nervously and squirming as usual. "...Go on Rachael, there had to be more than letting the teacher do THAT for an "A" in physiology, and letting, who?..Michael toy with your breasts at the theater ...don't forget I already know if you have been naughty or nice..." you told me. I noticed you had something big and lumpy in your pocket and I moved around and snuggled until it felt more comfortable then continued..."and the last thing was giving Rodney a couple real nice blowjobs. Do you still want details Santa" I asked coyly? "N-N-No, b-baby, just hurry now and get to the end...did you m-make Rodney cum"...Santa , you sounded funny like you were having a blood pressure attack or something. When I turned to look at you I saw you were profusely sweating and looked nervous and all red in the face. "Turn back around honey and tell Santa"! I did as told
but I couldn't get comfy like before that thing in your pocket must have worked around and now was poking up straight between my butt cheeks "Hurry" you said "OK Santa" and began to finish my story by telling how hard I made Rodney cum, but first I had to move whatever that was poking me. I reached back with my hand and tried several times to tug it out
of my way. Then I heard you yell loudly into my ear " OH<GOD!! YEESSSSS< RACHAEL, YESSS!!" Huh? "Good Girl you sighed out on your breath." Does that mean I am forgiven Santa, I asked"? "Yes Sweet one, you are forgiven" I turned and noticed your bi focals were crooked on your face and started giggling again. You took your hand from between my legs where you had diligently been guarding for me and straightened them. "Yes, Good Girl" you said again then put your hands around my waist and moved me deftly to the floor. My miniskirt snagged on your knee as you slid me off and exposed Victoria's Secret briefly but long enough for you to slap my exposed bottom. "See you at Christmas" "Oh, Goodie" I was jumping up and down excited "Thank you Santa". Then you took me back to the side door and with a wink and another quick little slap on my butt you bid me farewell.
So that was why I wanted to write this letter for you to say thanks again for the special attention.
You're a Saint!! Just one curiosity, Santa, what WAS that in your pocket?
Love, Rachael Jaime
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Letters and Messsages
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Posted:Oct 27, 2013 1:01 pm
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2013 12:21 pm
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Naked Truth
And Brutal Honesty
an article by
Rachael Jaime
Hi Friends! I recently had a new acquaintance from Couples Dating, who is a reserved gentleman ( I like these type of guys)that wrote me. Out of character for him he asked me two questions of a sexual nature, even apologizing beforehand as a qualifier of his moral nature. This is what he asked me....(sic, and edited to protect privacy)
Rachael, naughty but nice.I Said i would not ask anything at this time sexual, but you have my curisity going now,In your profile you have a list of your erogenous zones ,but your breast are not included why ?
You also said that you are a virgin, but in your lesbian relationships where toys used and if so how was it, just curious.Hope this will not affend you. Keep smiling.
OK? This was my reply. He has not written since and I wonder if somehow the brutal honesty offended him? I know there is Waaaay too much detail in answering his questions but I like to write when inspired by the Muses and it was aimed at entertainment values as well as confession. So I will share my response to his questions with all of you and perhaps you might send your point of view if you think I exceeded some social boundaries. If you have read my profile then you already know I am a novice in social endeavors and inexperienced.
My "confessions"
Hi. I have tried to write u back three times. Each time it wiped off
before I could finish and disappeared. Pissed me off, too as they were
long letters. I will try again.
1st your question bout my penetration. Yes, of course girls play with
rubber dicks. I never meant to imply I have not been "opened back
there". But no man has ever had his dick in me that way. So, by strict
definition I am still a virgin. So far. I met someone recently on Couples Dating
who is a gentleman such as you are. We have been on only one date and
I was swept off my feet by the way he kissed me. He found the
Achille's heel I will tell you about when I answer your next question.
I was literally begging him to fuck me. But, being a gentleman, he
would not take advantage of me and wanted to take things slow. I was
grateful later. Yes about the toys. There is only two places to
penetrate a girl like me..3 on the Gennies (generic girls). I don't
need a strap-on for them. Guess that is why I have found it easy to
get girls. Especially the bi-curious. They can explore their fantasy
w/o cheating their heterosexual ideals, so-to-speak. Goes the other
way too. Straight men can have the same safety exploring their
curiosity w/o taking a hit to their orientation as well. I'm just a
"chick with a dick" to paraphrase the pornographers.
2nd: I did not mention my boobs as an erogenous zone because they are
my Achilles heel and I don't want to let it out casually that playing
with them turns me on. In fact anyone who manages to get their hands
on them, and if they fondle them in a sensuous way, it VERY quickly
causes me to abandon my inhibitions before I realize it. I discovered
this as a surprise early in my transition period. I was young and went
to a party with a girlfriend. I went to the kitchen to get refills on
our drinks. The kitchen was packed so I found a side door and went
through. It led to a long, dimly lit hallway that eventually would
make a few turns to get back to the party. I heard approaching
footsteps behind me and turned, startled. It was a guy from the party
who had been watching me and my g-friend. We even giggled about it. He
pinned me up against the wall with his hands flat on the wall and an
arm on each side of me. I was trapped with a glass in each of My
hands. He said "I heard you were a shemale and I didn't beleive it". I
said "Let me go, please?" He said "Just wanna see if these are real!"
It was summer and I was wearing a spagetti strapped t-top that just
covered my nipples and a short jean skirt and a thong. I turned to
duck under one of his arms to get away. But he quickly and expertly
popped my titties out and had one in each hand before I had moved two
inches. I stood up and stiffened against the wall in disbelief as he
he began to squeeze and tug on my nipples, rolling them between his
index finger and thumb, then massaging my boobs. I asked him in an
alarmed voice to please stop and let me go. I was still holding the
glasses and my knees were shaking. But instead he began to suck on
them as he played. My shoulders slumped and all I could do was utter a
little "Oh, please?" He slipped one arm around my waist and pulled me
hard toward him the whole time kissing my boobs and sucking and
pinching my nipples. Then he kissed me and I dropped the glasses on
the carpet. I could feel his cock getting real hard against my thigh.
I tried to push him away but only managed to get my hands flat on his
chest in a weak show of resistance as my body began to betray me. I
remember how my blood began to run hot as he worked on my boobs and
nipples while kisdsing me again. I found myself kissing him back and
before I knew it my hand was seeking out his hard cock pressing
against me. I felt it through his Levi's and it jumped! I Had never
had one in my hand before...or anyplace. I was slightly conscious of
what I was doing but it made me fill with desire so quickly my passion
ruled my head. He put his tongue in my mouth and I was aware of my
hands seeking out the fly on his Levi's as trance like I freed his
enormous cock. He breathed into my ear "Oh, God Baby". Next thing I
knew I was on my knees tugging his pants and boxers off him to suck
his dick. I went wild on the guy living out my long held in passion.
He let me. He came so hard the first load hit the ceiling and most of
the next slattered in my hair before I could get my lips back around
it. Then I found myself sexily coaxing all I could swallow till he was
just a quivering wreck. I stood up and looked at him ashamed of
myself. I turned and walked away, stuffing my titties back into my
top. When I found my girlfriend she asked what happened? She noticed
the cum in my hair and reached for me as I began to cry. We left the
party. That was 23 years ago and I just recently decided to get out
and open my female passion again to men. That was why I was so
grateful my first date was with a gentleman. There are so many
ruthless cocks on Couples Dating it seems. Anyone else would have taken advantage
of me. I think he recognized that my condition was not my usual
disposition. Like one minute I am shy and nervous, the next I am
pulling his cock out and blowing him then begging him to fuck me. I
hate that happens to me and I loose my self control. Maybe with
experience I will learn to reign it in. So if fate works out that we
ever meet, go easy on me would ya? -Rachael
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A PERFECT Couples Dating Encounter, the PERFECT MAN
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Posted:Oct 26, 2013 2:16 am
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2013 12:44 pm
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A True Short Story by Rachael Jaime
A PERFECT Couples Dating Encounter, the PERFECT MAN
-Part One-
Mr Hard Dick
Hi Everyone!
Rachael here wishing to share some experiences I had through Couples Dating.
Holy Molly! Answer all your messages cause FATE may be in one of them. I try to answer all the ones I get, but sometimes I am not always able to do so right away. Several members had contacted me and I began corresponding with them. Everyone messaging wished to meet me. Some were too far away and others were negotiating with me. As it happens my work schedule interfered with the first two and we were still trying to work it out. Another caught my attention as he was very articulate and intelligent so we wrote back and forth. He was extremely direct and honest about his intentions which shocked me at first and caused me to nearly shy away. But some how the naughty things he was saying drew me into the encounter with ever increasing sexual messages. I found myself very turned on and we began to arrange a meeting to have sex with me and a girlfriend. I was scared silly but determined to go through with it. My girlfriend was only agreeing to a 'menage a trois' in order to give me courage. It was she who urged me to join a dating site to open my feminine experience with men. We are VERY close. She is multi gender oriented and extremely beautiful. In the meantime while waiting for the guy to make up his mind on a date and time I was getting closer to another member who's messages I had responded to and found myself drawn by his very intelligent and amazing attitude. He seemed to be a very cultured and mannered individual who was able to embody his interest in me without vulgarity and with a subtle sensuality that really touched my heart. Let me say here that I have never done anything like this and am unexperienced, awkward and nervous about the intensity of what I found on Couples Dating. I had no clue when I first made my profile as to the explicit nature of Couples Dating. I thought it was a regular dating site. Then I thought other dating sites must be this way to. When I told my girlfriend I had taken her advice and put out a profile she was excited for me and started jumping up and down cheering me. She asked which site I joined and I told her. She got real still and clasped her hand to her mouth, eyes widened. All she could say was "Oh, girl....yep your gonna get fucked now!" Then she clued me in. Thats when I told her about Mr Hard Dick and how he had me going. I let her read his nasty letters and the equally naughty replies. It looked like his going through with meeting me was contingent on my girlfriend being there too. She saw his photos and asked me if that was what I really wanted. She asked me "Jaime" (thats what she calls me) "Are you sure you want to loose your virginity THIS way?" I told her it had gone too far already and I was determined to give it up and start experience in my heterosexual education. She understood but did not approve of the person I had agreed to meet. Then while she was with me and about 20 minutes later another message arrive and he finally made up his mind for brunch time on Saturday morning and only reserved enough time to cum once or twice and then go. That evening after my friend had left on a date I got on my computer and found a letter from "The Gentleman". My heart raced as I opened his message. I was really getting caught up in this persons correspondence and I agreed to become friends with him. I like this man. He wanted to meet and said he could be available on the upcoming weekend. Oh, crap, I thought. I had already agreed to meet Mr Hard Dick. I was worried that I might miss the opportunity to encounter someone I was really attracted to for a lewd quickie that didn't seem to matter to the other person what-so-ever. He just wanted to get a little mud on his turtle while the Gentleman was into developing a long term friendship. Then, to my joy the Gentleman named Sunday as his best opportunity. I wrote him back immediately and happily agreed. We worked out the itenerary the rest of the evening on Thursday night. The next day my friend came by and I filled her in on the update. She saw how nervous and excited I was about meeting the Gentleman. I told her that Mr Hard Dick had just sent another message and I had sent him some photos in which my make up was just right and the light was perfect and I was wearing a sheer dress and smiling. I was very nervous about meeting strangers for sex. I asked my friend "What if they don't like me in person...this is all new to me. If they turn and run will my ego be able to withstand the blow...especially standing next to you!?" (I should ad my friend is a "Genny" (generic female)) She said "Hey, I got some advice for you." Then she reached up and messed my hair up real bad. "Hey, what the hell?" I said as she grabbed my hand and towed me to the bedroom where my make up table is. "Sit, Bitch" she commanded "I got an idea" She explained her simple plan to make me look basic as all get out and we were going to make a viginette to send to Mr Hard Dick. She explained that if he really meant all the shit he was stacking he would like me no matter what I looked like. And if he didn't back off seeing me like this wait 'till Saturday morning when we opened the door for him. I began to protest and she told me to shut up and get out of the nice dress and sexy top while she worked me over and had me put on some dirty laundry. Then we were both giggling and she ran the cam and directed me. She did the editing too and threw out the best shots. Then we mailed it off to Mr Hard Dick and waited. Well he didn't respond. "Oh well" I said "Guess I will just have to find out when he gets here in the morning". Then she said "Don't worry, Bitch I will be here with ya...I kinda got you into this so I'll take one for the team since its your maiden voyage and if the fucker hurts you I'll kick his ass!" We started to giggle again and she left saying "see ya in the morning". After she was gone I went to the computer to see if Mr Hard Dick had sent a message yet. Nope. But I did find another note from the Gentleman. I felt my heart leap as I began to read his words. "I really, really like this guy " I thought to myself and began to playfully answer his letter. He was nervous as I was even with his experience, although much cooler than I could muster. I sent the message and then thought about the plan in the morning. "Shit" I thought.
My friend arrived at eight o'clock and we began to get ready for our ambush we cooked up for Mr Hard Dick. We picked some very sexy lingerie out from my wardrobe after doing our makeup. We were on fire to do it no matter what. I was very nervous and ran around straightening up the house and chattering away. She was finding porno music on You Tube and laughing at me. "Got your booty douched?" she teased "Yes" I said "Want me to lube you?" she asked "No, I already did" I said then noticed she was taunting me. She was laughing at me "Oh, you Brat!" I said then I jumped on her and we play wrestled to the ground where she pinned me. She is a very athletic Nordic woman with a lithe body and steel blue eyes, natural blonde hair frames her gorgeous face. I wanted to kiss her. She saw it in my eyes and began to lean down -"Oh, my God! Its time!! Its ten o'clock...he'll BE HERE!!!" I rolled out from under her and ran to the window. It wasn't him. Ten thirty, Eleven, Twelve..Two PM. "I don't think he is coming, Sweetie" said my friend and she came to the window where I was watching the road. She put her arms around me from behind. "And I was going to do everything I teased him about" I breathed out quietly. "Not everything." she said "I was going to make sure THAT didn't happen".
She made a little circle with her index finger and thumb and with the middle finger of her right hand she made quick little jabs in and out of the hole.
I turned to her and put my head on her tall shoulder "I feel like such an Idiot" was all I could say. "Dumb Fucker don't know what he missed" she said. Then I defended him saying "But his Mom is ill, he told me that she requires a lot of care and he is the only one she has. He probab..." She cut me off. "Probably found another dumb Bitch to stick his pecker in." She flatly stated. Then she lifted my chin and said "Wait till tomorrow when that guy you really like gets here. If he sounds as good as you say you won't even think about this again. " Then she tenderly kissed my lips and said to me "C'mon Jaime, at least WE can still play, aren't you horney after all this prep and waiting?" I admitted it was true. So hand in hand we went back to the bedroom and made love until late in the evening. Mr Hard Dick unwittingly had done me a great favor.
Read about my encounter with my Gentleman friend that happened the very next afternoon in Part Two. It was great!!!
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