A Cycle of Pictures and Videos

I met with a friend who just came from the US. He came bearing gifts and since I didn't have anything for him for Christmas, I decided to just borrow his cam. I went to the ladies room with it and took a few pics of my chest... I also recorded a video of myself showing choice parts.

He was happy with MY gift and thanked me for the really personal touch :)

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I told what I did to another guy pal. He was so bummed for not having lent me his phone cam so I could have done the same, given that I met him for merienda after having lunch with the guy friend above.

Fast forward to several weeks later, he sends me a video of him masturbating while thinking of my cleavage.

And although I never fancied this guy... I got mighty turned on by the precum on his c0ck while I watched the video. That got me pleasuring myself two nights in a row.

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And then here comes that guy friend whose cam I borrowed sending me several pics of him with Mary Palmer. And using as inspiration, one can clearly see my breasts on his laptop. He was playing with himself while watching my video.

Now i'm raring to pleasure myself again while imagining myself smothering his face with my breasts.

What can I say, when my ego gets stroked, I get stroking as well.

table manners

I went to their house to bring some tea candles and scented oils and we enjoyed these at their living room while hanging out with his Mom. We mostly watched TV and talked, all harmless stuff really. Then he told his Mom that he's bringing me home.

I had a key to the house and all of the household were either away or sleeping already. He bid me goodbye with the usual lustful kisses then stopped... and asked me where the people in the house were.

I told him they're already sleeping.

He smiled, then asked me if he could have some water to drink before he went.

I led him by the hand past the living room to our kitchen, asked him to sit and got some water for him from the fridge, excusing that it wasn't so cold and we didn't have ice. He took the glass from me and put it on the table. Then he lifted me up and positioned me just right beside the glass.

He kissed me, his teeth and tongue alternating between roughness and gentleness... slowly exploring me, slowly heating me up. His hands did their dance on my body, further titillating me with their familiarity, with their promise.

I tug at the waistband of his shorts, and he paused long enough to ask if am sure we will not be disturbed. I murmur an eager yes and shift, so he can remove my shorts and undies. He directed his member to my c*nt, and teased more juices out of me by slowly thrusting in and out. I moan and plead and threaten in return, and when I couldn't contain myself anymore, I let go and gave in to the thousand sensations that exploded within me. I fell limp, amazed at how psyched I was.

He took his time f*cking me. Having already came, I spiced the encounter up by stopping his pumps through squeezes. I remember, his eyes widened with every squeeze. He'd even bare some teeth, then close his eyes and plunge deeper...

I couldn't help but bite him on the lip everytime I came. So it was only appropriate that he bit on the shoulder when he reached his peak...

That was our first time to have sex with a fluorescent light on.

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He washes himself then goes to our living room. I wash myself and join him there. We talk about love lives and broken hearts in the dark for over two hours. Before he leaves for home, he asked for water again.

I get him some.

He catches me by the sink.

We ended up doing it again there.

playing in the rain

Ask a woman when she first realized that she wields some sort of power over men, that she is a sexual being, or that she is attractive, and chances are, they would be thinking hard for that liminal moment.

I, on the other hand, always knew when I first became aware that i'd grow up commanding attention, if not admiration and devotion, from men.

It was raining that day, and my best friend and I decided to play in the rain as usual. We were about 11. We were frolicking in the street, trying to splash each other with rainwater collected from a cup when one of the guys (he must have been in his early twenties) in the neighborhood passed by. Instead of the usual nod of the head, he stopped mid-step to tell me that i'm really growing into a lady now. He had a smile on his face. And he was staring at my chest.

I looked down and was shocked to see the nubs of my growing breasts poking through my wet t-shirt. Self-conscious and terribly embarassed doesn't cover it. He seemed to have noticed and smiled some more, but his eyes were gentle in their appreciation.

I immediately went home after that to shower and change, but not without a shy smile cast his way. And for the first time in my life, I looked at my chest to wonder how my breasts would look like when they're fully developed.

Because I have to be honest, they just looked ugly to me then.

neighbor wants me

Then again, neigbors have always seemed to be interested.

But this particular neighbor has been relentless in his pursuit, and I have to admit, i've been driven sometimes to imagining just how it would be to just have him knocking on my door.

Would we do it by the door, and risk other neighbors from seeing us? Or would I let him grace my bed?

Would I tease him with my lips... only to send him home unsatiated?

Has he ever masturbated in his teens, thinking of me? (yes, I haven't asked)

Shall I find out?

The Filipina is Worth Lusting For

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