To the one who goes by Sandi,

Do you have a fucking pact with the devil?  Or is it a pact with God?  I don’t know what life you have lived in recent weeks, but something in you is new.  I felt tonight as if I caught my first breath of you, as if I had never known you, as if I had always known you.  Looking into your eyes, I fell off the highest peaks of the cruelest mountains.  Your smile spread out over your thick lips, and the tidal waves of centuries came crashing down on the loneliest souls on earth, embracing them, devouring them – as you do.  As you take in the hearts of the world’s isolated travelers, the hungry hearts, the broken spirits – you mend them.  You melt their hardened defenses, you kiss their wounds with your squeaks, you lick their deformity with your chocolate cake, and, on the altar of their sins, you grant them salvation.  And that is why they will always return, and be there for your birthday, and throw money at you – because they need to try to thank you for reminding us that we are ALIVE, for shining the brightest beacon of forgiveness into our lives – you absolve with your courage.

-S.W

Thank you!

About a month ago, the Smoking Fetish Kingdom site had a question with regard to ones five favorite smokers on the net. Yes, I choose you within my five. Why?? First, you are incredibly beautiful. Second, you along with cigarettes, smoke cigars. Third, you smoke in a way that isn’t fake, forced or staged. As an avid cigar smoker, I smoke each cigar for all that it is worth – getting as much smoke, taste etc. from each one. As I watch you smoke, you do the same and I so appreciate and love that. Knowing how I smoke and the taste that I want each time, I would love to french kiss you after each time you’ve smoked because I know that taste in your mouth would match exactly what I would be feeling after smoking my own cigars -Jerobaum

One morning, I awakened and made myself a cappuccino and decided to turn on my cam for a morning session. Basically, seeing who’s out there in the virtual world at such an early time. I’m not usually a morning person, in fact, I’m more of a night owl, but there are times when I’m awake during the mornings. Needless to say, this particular morning was a beautiful wake-up call – an eye opener too!

I set my mug on my desk, signed on and turned my cam on. Whilst sipping my coffee and smoking my cigarettes, I hear the usual “ding dong” sounds of when guests come into my room and see the usual chatting of “good mornings, how are you’s” I’m not fully awake until I’ve had about 2-3 cups of coffee and about 7 cigarettes. My brain is still fuzzy and my fingers are slow to type.

Yawning and stretching, a member comes in….I’m thinking to myself, “Wow,it’s too early, I don’t think I’m awake enough to be doing a show yet. Let’s see how this goes” The member asks me if I can see their cam and I turn on the cam2cam feature in my room and I see a black screen. Nope. “Try again”

I refresh the cam2cam and lo and behold! I really didn’t expect this. Most members who allow me to see their cams have already whipped out their cocks and are stroking away, or sometimes, on occassions you actually see a face and they are clothed then after some playfullness and conversation, we get naked and begin to masturbate.

My eyes popped out of its socket when I witnessed a most beautiful naked girl appearing on the other end of the cam sucking on a thick fat meaty cock. I think I even shook my head for a second and widened my eyes even more! What a sight for sore eyes! This absolutely stunning natural beauty with long light brownish hair, no make-up and wet lips, on her knees was staring back at me. To me, a beautiful woman is a natural woman. The kind that doesn’t need make-up, botox or plastic surgery to enhance their beauty. That’s just my taste. What a stunner she was!

She had a beautiful smile and an expression of eagerness to please and be pleased.  ”Wow, I really didn’t expect this, you are so beautiful!” She continued sucking his cock and she sucked it in such a way, I could almost feel it myself (if I were a guy). I felt it between my legs. A tingling sensation.

I didn’t know what to do at first.  Should I be watching this? Should I join in? I moved my body closer to my screen just to watch her savouring a tasty cock.

I’m going to name them Jack and Dianne.

Jack continued feeding her his cock and would occassionally type a few words here and there. I never saw his face though. After a few minutes of my watching this couple, I began to feel a moistness between my legs. I had to reach down and touch myself only to discover that I had wet my panties and there was a collection of precum which had gathered. I asked them if I could join them because I just couldn’t sit there anymore. They said “Sure, we’d like that”

I couldn’t get my eyes of Dianne. Her beautiful body, small natural breasts and she had this “energy” about her. Her angelic face was decieving of course as I could tell she was really enjoying having me watch her. Occassionally she would fix the camera or move it closer or pan it left or right just to make sure that I wasn’t missing anything.

I had a vibrator pressed hard on my clit and continued watching. Dianne moved away from the cam and sat on what looked like a wooden chair and spread her legs, her soles planted on the chair seat. Jack stood up and continued feeding her his cock while she used a toy in her pussy. I was almost jealous at this point because she had a real human cock to play with while I only had toys. I love having a cock in my mouth while masturbating or being masturbated but here I was alone, sitting on my chair with my toy on my clit wishing I could just call out to someone to come over and feed me their cock too!

Dianne fixed the cam once more and moved to the floor, positioning herself in doggy style. She has a beautiful small ass and what looked like long legs. Her hair looked like waves on the floor and she was looking back at me. Jack held his cock as he penetrated her wet pussy, teasing it with his cock head, in and out and then all the way in. MY GOD! He sure knows what he’s doing! I could almost feel it! i love it when a guy teases my pussy like that. With one fast thrust he fucked her deep and I could see his cock glistening with her wetness. I had to take my dildo out and use it. I was trying to imitate his actions so I can feel how she was being fucked. They didn’t have sound on their end but I can tell by the expression on Dianne’s face that she was enjoying it.

Let’s be honest for a moment. As I’m writing this, I am feeling the same sensation between my legs and I am definately wet, wet wet!

Jack fucked Dianne and I was fucking myself and because I was so turned on, I almost devoured that toy. My pussy was clenching on it and milking it like it had a life of its own.  I could feel every inch and girth of the toy and it suddenly felt like a real cock at last! LOL

I came squirting multiple times, I even hit my laptop screen which I had just purchased the day before. I had to stop to wipe the screen down fast as I’ve burnt out 3 laptops this way before and I wasn’t about to ruin this one. I moved my laptop to the left of me and watched Jack cumming too. He came all over her face and breasts. I thought the show was over but it wasn’t. Jack typed, “Now it’s Dianne’s turn to cum”. She used her fingers and a toy and I continued masturbating with her, telling her over and over how beautiful she was and how she turned me on so much.  I wanted to reach into my screen to be with her, she was driving me crazy! We kept masturbating until I came again. My squirt shot hitting my stomach and my laptop again! Oh my!

I think I must have cum 5 or 6 times with them. The show lasted about an hour or so and the chair, floor, desk and myself were wet with cum and sweat. I was exhausted – so much so that after the show ended, I wiped myself down and went to bed. I literally passed out for four hours. I woke up in the afternoon with a smile on my face and wondered to myself, “Was this all a dream?” No. It was definately not a dream. Although this experience was virtual, it was very real to me.

Thanks Jack and Dianne! That was the most awesome show I’ve ever had. I’ve had shows with “couples” but I’ve never seen them on cam. You guys were my very first! I will never forget it.

After that, we’ll dance for hours, becoming more and more enamored with each other, as we feel our bodies seem to spark with each warm touch, the heat of the evening causing our skin to glisten as if covered with oil. Your breath will quiver as your hands glide down my freshly shaven body, your fingers bouncing over every rippled muscle, sending pulses of desire surging from the back of your neck down to your toes. After a while, we’ll be dancing so closely that it’ll lead to a kind of rhythmic foreplay.

Eventually, I’ll lift you up with strength you didn’t know I had, and gently press you up against the cabin wall. We’ll look into each others’ eyes for a moment… stunned… as if we can see past humanity… into the center of each others’ being, each others’ essence. Then, finally overwhelmed with physical and emotional desires that cannot be escaped, we’ll embrace each other… we’ll embrace with the desperation like that of a person who grabs onto the edge of a cliff to keep from falling… suddenly, quickly, we’ll begin the second part of the dance… devouring one another with passion, pulling our bodies closer and closer together in an erotic attempt to become one symphony, one entity of mystical and overwhelming desire…. -SBG

You’d stopped struggling, surrendering to the warm humm
inside you, an instrument I controlled,
playing you as the vibes grew and faded at my whim.
My only respite from your haunting gaze came
from building the power, so your eyes slammed shut,
your head pinned fast against the chair,
as you raised your hips from the seat.

And your cries told the story, just as you came.
After I crept in front of you, knelt before you,
made an offering to you, spoke in tongues
deep inside you. Withdrew the silver orb, gently,
at your command. And then, too soon,
my mouth, my lips, my chin, my neck
suddenly, incredibly awash in your sweet essence. – Rico Sandinista

I always believed what I read once in a book where it said that the brain CANNOT tell the difference between fantasy and reality.  It’s very true. When I read something or hear a fantasy, my brain doesn’t say, “hey this is not real, it’s just a fantasy”. My brain actually thinks or “feels” the fantasy and my body responds as if it is actually happening. For example: If you imagine you’re biting into a lemon right now, what will happen? Your mouth will start watering and you might even squish your face because the thought of biting into a lemon makes you “feel” the sourness. Try it!  Same thing happens to me when I read a story or imagine a fantasy in my head. It can be quite arousing.

As my ABOUT ME states above, I get highly aroused by people who can stimulate my largest sexual organ, MY BRAIN.  It’s so much more pleasurable to hear a story than to fuck myself to oblivion until I cum. In this clip, I was in a LIVE show on cam while a member told me a story.  I guess you can say that I’m very “sensitive” when touching myself while imagining a fantasy. I COULD FEEL IT like it was actually happening. After this session I received an email with a story attached. It was this movie that inspired the story – not the other way around like in my previous entries.

Here’s the full story:
Their most blissful moments were always the first. That instant realization that they were alone at last, eager and able to cast aside the cares of the day. The little rituals: pouring drinks, lighting candles, turning off the phones, turning down the bedding – aroused them more than any erotica at their disposal. Their eager eyes shone brightly in the candle light, their cheeks flushed in anticipation as they took turns helping each other disrobe; a glance here, a touch there signaling whether to leave it on or take it off. Funny how their sensual minuet always left their bodies arrayed in just the right colors and textures, while allowing easy access to their most erogenous zones.

His most splendid moments were always after they took their last gulps of Effen, and she laid back on her favorite satin pillows. This invited him to roll off his left side, up and over her right thigh (clad this night in black silk), to nestle between her legs. Sometimes, he’d kneel, or rest on his haunches. While at times, he’d balance on his knees, with the palms of his hands down on the bed, near her shoulders. But he never failed to ensure that he could see her eyes – whether through the bangs she sculpted so precisely; or, after playful debate, brushing them aside, offering the unobstructed view he craved. She savored his touch as they swam in each others’ eyes, whether he was massaging her breasts and shoulders, or alighting his lips on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, offering affectionate pecks she gladly accepted.

Her most serene moments always began when even he tired of worshiping her face, and he would raise their foreplay to higher strata. His approach was limited only by his imagination, and by his sense of her mood: did she want to be caressed and cared for, or ravaged like she was on rails? Tonight he sensed she wanted it long, deep and hard, without further ceremony; and he was determined to oblige. He stayed riveted on her face, glowing in the candlelight, and watched her self-satisfied smirk turn to a seething snarl as the tip of his cock pierced her dripping slit and slithered deftly inside her. His eyebrows arched with satisfaction, knowing she reveled in the penetration as if she was taking him in for the first time.

Her oily, silken portal sucked him ever deeper as he pressed. They were careful to hold their heads perfectly still, his over hers, and to breathe through slightly parted lips, as their eyes scanned each others’ faces for signs of gathering rapture. They stared relentlessly, as if they were video cameras, content to channel their sensations up and through their vocal cords, cooing and murmuring in harmonic unison.

On nights like this, they played his favorite game, seeing who could make the others eyes close more. He arched his back as he thrust, raising his bulbous glans against her g-spot, guaranteed points for him on every level. She raked his back and shoulder blades with her nails, and brushed his calves with her heels while arching her lower back. Try as he might, his eye lids fluttered as he gasped, failing to resist her wiles. As his paced quickened in response, she slid her feet down to his Achilles tendons and pressed, lifting her bottom off the sheets so he could drill ever higher inside her.

The game was on full tilt, as they surrendered to passion and abandoned all limits. He began to moan as he lowered his head inches from hers. She bit her lower lip as her head flailed from side to side, the sinews in her neck taught and straining. Her cries of “Help me, dear God, help me!!” were met with relentless stabs, the base of his cock crashing against her clitoris, her cervix rubbing against his cock head, her love tunnel drizzling nectar down the outside of his shaft. He growled, “Yes, yes, take it take it like that – just like that!” while he rode her, and then pulled out so they could cry out and spray each other in streams of warm cum until they were drained and spent.

All the while, his gaze never left her face, immersed as he was in her lusty countenance. Sometimes, she wondered what he saw in her, but not on nights like this. They knew this special bond, this Elegant Ecstasy, was rare, exquisite, and never to be taken for granted. –Rico Sandinista

What you must have seen!  I can only imagine it.  But nothing I would hope to imagine could compare with what you did, with what I saw.  I know you have room mates, but who they are, and whether man or woman, I know not. I care not. But, I envy them, and admire them, for that one night, for those few moments, one or both of them transformed you from benign bystander to lust-driven voyeur.  Welcome to my world, lover.  How’s it feel to watch, to yearn, to please yourself, but to come up short, always somewhere short, of satisfaction?

The slamming cab door hastened me to my perch, in the window across from yours. You tipped the cabbie, blew him the faintest kiss, and skipped up the damp steps, your stilettos nipping the hem of your dress as you went.  The brief minutes it took you to rise to your apartment seemed like hours as I fidgeted in anticipation of you emerging from the lift and appearing in my view once more.  I would have settled for your typical path: set your keys and purse on the hallway table, kick off your shoes, peak in on your room mate through the hallway door, to the kitchen for a drink or snack, and then to your room down the hall, and the pleasures that may ensue – for both of us.

But that night was different…special…awe inspiring.  You ambled by the door to your room mate’s loft, paying no special mind, expecting a brief encounter as you passed.  You hurried by, then stopped, just as your left calf, ankle and stocking clad bare foot rose off the oak wood floor.  It lingered in the air as you grabbed the door jam with your right hand and slowly eased back into the doorway, your left foot lighting gently on the floor, then your right, then left, softly, silently backing through the opening and past the other door jam. You then crept slowly back into view, your left eye, cheek, breast and hip exposed to me, while your right half steadied your stance behind the wall.  I knew you were locked in when you drew your bangs from the front of your eye behind your ear. Your left eye widened as you licked your lips, and pressed your body to the cool wallpaper.  You placed your forehead against the doorway, your eyes closing sweetly, then opening so as not to miss a thing. When you eased sideways across the doorway in full frontal view, you had unbuttoned your blouse, exposing ample breasts straining against your lace – trimmed, strapless bra.

Your right hand, freed from the wall’s edge, wandered across your collarbone, down your neck, and in between your breasts, unsnapping the bra’s clasp so that the cups hung to the sides.  Your left hand slid across your chest, cupping your right breast as your right hand reached under your dress.  No doubt you were as warm and wet as I was hard and thick, jutting out from under my knee length, beige robe.  You began to roll your nipple between your fingers, while you searched for just the right rhythm to stroke your pussy.

Suddenly, you realized that you were boldly in the open door, spying brazenly as you worked yourself to a frenzy.  You coyly hid behind the wall again, exposing only your right eye and leg to my desperate view. Satisfied that you had not been seen, you re-emerged, weak kneed as your pacing quickened.  You turned sideways to the action, and leaned your back against the door jam, your left side closest to me.  Beads of sweat formed on your brow as your face shone in the room’s ambient light.  You raised your right leg slowly, and firmly braced the ball of your foot against the other door jam, pushing hard.

With right hand under your dress, fingertips grinding against your sweet clit, your left hand altered from nipple to mouth and back again, diverting only to keep strands of your hair from dimming your gaze.  I wasn’t sure you’d try to climax then and there until I saw the tendons in your neck tighten, and your teeth clench with determination.  You eased the back of your head against the doorway’s edge, and turned it so your ear grazed your shoulder, your mouth open, gasping for oxygen to fuel your fire. A few more jabs at your love mound sent you silently over the edge, your head thrust back, and then violently side to side as your legs fought for balance.  The end came as you slowly slumped down the side of the doorway, bringing your right foot back to the floor, squatting there, as you licked your juices from your fingers.  With that, my body shuddered, and my chin jutted skyward, as my cock spewed a pool of wet, sticky semen into my robe, down my shaft and onto my fingers. I retrained my gaze your way at last, catching only the last few seconds of your spent form crawling from the doorway to your bedroom.

As I turned to go, I saw a back lit form crawl across a bed and walk over to the doorway to close the door.  As it closed, she sauntered back to bed, her right hand covering her gleeful smile, trying not to laugh so loud that you could hear. I swear our eyes met as she drew the curtains closed, and we shared a meeting of the minds – yes, we had all shared passions embrace, and whether near or far from the object of our desire, those moments will never fade. Written by - Rico Sandinista