I am starting a new thread in the Censored and Uncensored category (https://www.waccobb.net/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=104) called "Romps , Rampages and Rendezvous (https://www.waccobb.net/forums/showthread.php?t=34603)" in which I hope several people will enjoy and participate ! Your stories could be real, or make believe. Who will know ? The cool part is that someone can start a story and several of us can embellish on it. I am going to give it a go... Please join me... :hello::tinker:
Tinque
04-11-2008, 09:05 PM
I was awaken with the sound of drums. The pulsating beat stirring my body awake. It is 1 a.m. I am in a far remote place in Brazil. I am damp all over my body with the humidity. I without reluctance , get up and mezmorized by the intense beat of the drums follow the sound. My body starts to move and I gaze at the beautiful moon above the ocean which is singing and playing it's own tune. I walk to the beach where as usual everyone in the village is awaking as well to the sexual beat and the sensual sound.There is not a worry around , there is only movement and passion. It is warm , we are all sweaty. Everyone is beautiful. Everything seems magical, and it REALLY is ! My toes are gripping the sand and my body is feeling the earth . I am one, I am carefree, I am in abandonment , yet safe. It starts to rain , a gentle rain , and then it starts to rain furious and hard. I am whisked away by a gorgeous man on his motorcycle. He then takes me fast and furiously down a VERY steep cliff and then gently puts me on the beach and as the rain was coming down upon our bodies he makes love to me. After , we climb back upon the motorcycle and go back up the cliff precariously and go back to the sound of drums and pulsating bodies .. Then the sun began to rise !
Tinque
04-19-2008, 12:09 AM
So as I have mentioned when I started this thread is that at any time anyone can work on the story , add to it , or start a new one. Here is a story.. It had been at least 10 years , I think , that I had seen a very good friend of mine that has been cutting not only my hair , but my sisters , forever. I am talking about the best "hairdresser" in town. Well after being gone for along time , I came back into town and went to see my friend to get my hair cut. Well , it was evening , in a seedy part of town. I was happy to see my old friend.. He washed my hair and as I have always liked ( I used to beg him) he would grab my hair from the roots and pull. It would almost hurt , but the pleasure was better. He would do this slowly with complete control , and I would let him. ( unlike me ) . His shop was a small shop. He always had the most awesome music playing. As a matter of fact ,20 years ago, I met him at a punk rock show and started slamming into him to his dismay. He has brought this up since. He thought I was a brat. Can you imagine ? Well then he became the man who cut my hair.. ( Just a little background ). Well to get back to the story, I do not think that I actually got my hair cut that evening. I do remember him throwing me over on his salon chair and introducing me to the most amazing experience I have ever had .. He launched me and I will leave that to everyones imagination. I was in a different world and it was awesome and then in just minutes the walls began to shake and things were falling off the shelves and i thought I must be dreaming. I did not know if the shop was being raided or if I was just loosing my mind.After this amazing shaking chaos , I got down on my knees and started cleaning up all the broken glass still in awe of what possibly could had shook me up. My knees were bleeding from the broken glass and I guess I was kind of in shock. I really do not exactly remember what happened next , except the slight recollection of talking to the people who lived above the shop and deciding that we ALL felt this amazing jolt. The next day on the front page of the paper it talked about the Earthquake that had hit the city. It was a good size quake.. A quake in more ways than one I will NEVER forget !
Dixon
06-04-2008, 01:41 AM
Here's a true story that happened to me about 30 years ago (the names have been changed to protect the lady's privacy):
I was a college student in Sonoma County, California. I used to see her doing gardening work, taking care of the plants on the grounds of the student housing where I lived. She’d be squatting amongst the greenery with some garden tool in her hand, her red hair and constant warm smile radiant in the sunshine. I’m a sucker for redheads, and she always greeted me so sweetly that I couldn’t help but feel, even through my usual lack of confidence, that she liked me, so I flirted with her at each encounter, not knowing at first that she was a lesbian.
Well, it turned out that "R" (as I'll call her here) was attracted to me even though I was a man. I don’t think she’d ever been with a man, but I had a slim, almost girlish figure and beautiful fine brown hair that hung to my hips and swirled around me when I danced. One thing led to another and, much to my unbelieving delight, she told me that she wanted to go to bed with me. She had told her girlfriend "A", who was also a friend of mine, and A was okay with it.
In my humble room, typical for a starving student, I had a cheap futon on the floor. I was shy with women, rarely having a lover, and the sight of R stretched naked on my futon, glowing a warm pink in the romantic candlelight with her pubic thatch a fiery red was so intoxicating.
We made love nearly all night, with no reference whatsoever to my cock. I might as well have been a woman; it was as if I had no cock. I guess I was a lesbian that night. We held each other, and kissed and kissed and kissed, and caressed one another, and I gave her orgasm after yummy orgasm with my hungry mouth and fingers. I didn’t even care about my cock; her pleasure was my pleasure.
When morning came, R kissed me goodbye and went home to describe our tryst to her lover A. I lay back in a delirious ecstasy of loving lust and smelled her aroma on my fingers, recalling the delicious events of the night, image after image of R’s smiling face, her glowing yoni, her moans of ecstasy, her smells, her tastes, as I masturbated to my long-awaited climax. Because it had been building all night without release, it was a really intense one.
I will never forget that night. It may not have been that big a deal to R, but to me she was manna from heaven. I was shy with women, constantly horny, and living with a razor-sharp loneliness that only a woman could soothe, which rarely happened. So R has had a special place in my heart ever since that night. She was an oasis in a desert of loneliness. To this day, the thought of her makes me smile. I didn’t see her at all for many years, but recently she has turned up occasionally at parties or at the Community Market, and it makes me so happy to see her. She’s still so sweet. I love her.