Mulder and women
We have just few notices about Mulder’s sexual life: ome women, often with the same type of personality, come back in his memories and life.
These women abandoned -left him alone- with his X-files.
In order to theory of compulsion, if we consider it true, everyone of us always chooses the same type of partner, according to Parents figures. Mulder’s victim on himself.
Propensity to falling in love with women that he knows they will leave him for their work, with women who probably loved him but however haven’t uderstood him.
Strong women for a man who always tries to excel and prefer a difficult relationship rather than a quiet one.
Loving women with knowledge that they'll leave him alone is something natural in Mulder.
All said about the foregoing capter lets go down incest theme that’s in some ff.
Sam is not simply his sister, Sam is Mulder’s Anima.
But she will not be there for ever. A
nother female figure, by more approachable signs, will come in his life.
-Scully-
"This is your holy grail...
Scully,Gethsemane"
Scully comes in Mulder’s life and he, before every act, tells her all the story about Sam. T
his need seems symbolize his will to substitute the old figure of Anima by the new partner, and it seems build a pain wall between them.
How can he trust in a woman who’s placed next to him to discredit his work?
However he trusts in her, he understand the reason why she shoot him: it’s an affection demonstration; so she avoids to ruin his career (clearly it’s only a tv show!).
But she’s became yet an important figure for Mulder.
Time by time Scully will show she'll never leave him (even if this should mean the lost of her own relatives and her own life). Mulder can not defend himself, by humor and innuendo, from another cold and rational woman (but very prompt about him too) and he falls in love with her.
What does it happen to Mulder?
He simply finds in a real woman the signs of lost Anima, Sam; the difficult relationship just will make affection.
Let’s not forget that the relationship between Mulder and Sam was difficult. Scully is approachable a woman but not as partner: this is the obstacle that will made her so desirable to Mulder’s eyes, because she’s "forbidden"
When Scully was abducted the first time, Mulder reacts with imsomnia -that’s the first symptom showed when Sam was abducted too-.
This time he sinks into work (with Kristine is another compulsion, once again to find a woman connected to occult world).
When Scully comes back, Mulder handless her like a sister (sic!): he gives her a sportive video.
But in FTF Scully was kidnapped again and Mulder didn't wait for her return: he started to look for her, for his new Self -now adult- made completed by love finally risen.
The archetype palyed by Sam is finally sutituted by a positive female figure, now not yet far, but so accepted that he wants her always near to him.
Scully is a strong willed, ambitious woman (a real woman in career) but she decreases these features, that make her like Mulder’s other women, step by step, getting emotionally near Mulder.
Mulder understand it and he feels her like a "touchstone".
In "Demons" Mulder is near to suicide:the sense of guilty for his sister’s abduction is so strong but, in opposition to the normal effects of this drug, he doesn’t shot him and neither Scully.
Another attempt to not identify his Self with Sam has risen in his inconscious; in this way a new feeling to Scully can rise because Mulder begin to be free.
"Kill Switch" is an example like in "FPS": Scully saves his Anima from "other women" castration.
Separately, we can talk about the dream in "Amor fati".
Now we have to mention Mpxxx who has offered a beautiful renderiing of Mulder’s dream in Lezar’s forum, here copied:
When Diana is all around, M has an ambivalent behaviour. This dichotomy is created by need to feel somebody who assents him without too many questions. But this means a surrender which is symbolized by an unuseful dream where M gets evrythingh he would like to have but just sacrifying Scully. She’s his truth. The only one who never lay.
(Lezar’s forum – may 03 "Who’s scare of Diana Fowley?")
We confirm that. Mulder dreams all that to make up for, to imagine, to desire this: having as partner a woman (Fowley) who lets him to live "normally" (sic!).
But in this vision of serenity Scully appears(in full streinght) and opens the curtain and enlightens eyes to Mulder. A
nd this is the real desire symbolized in his dream.
A leader woman who is able to reveal truth of Mulder’s Self who always decided to be a trooper, just not a dying/sleeping man.
Isn't casually that Scully comes when he’s near to death.
His Anima is just coming back to his Ego. A fighting Anima, just not a passive one, because it resolves symbolically a really Mulder’s real disposition.
Finally: Mulder finds his real Self with and by Scully, with and by the woman he loves.
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C.G.Jung referencee:
(1968d [orig. pub. 1936]) "Concerning the Archetypes, with Special Reference to the Anima Concept." in The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious. Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, pp. 54-72 (Collected Works No. 9).
(1968b [orig. pub. 1934, revised 1954]) "Archetypes of the Collective Unconscious." in The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious. Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, pp. 3-41 (Collected Works No. 9).
(1959 [1951]) Aion: Researches into the Phenomenology of the Self. Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press (Collected Works No. 9).
JUNG LEXICON A Primer of Terms & Concepts by DARYL SHARP
Copyright ©1991 Daryl Sharp
All rights reserved.
The Jung Lexicon has been made available to The Jung Page through the generosity of its author, Jungian analyst, Daryl Sharp, publisher and general editor of Inner City Books.
Anima The anima is the archetype of life itself.["Archetypes of the Collective Unconscious," CW 9i, par. 66.]There is [in man] an imago not only of the mother but of the daughter, the sister, the beloved, the heavenly goddess, and the chthonic Baubo. Every mother and every beloved is forced to become the carrier and embodiment of this omnipresent and ageless image, which corresponds to the deepest reality in a man. It belongs to him, this perilous image of Woman; she stands for the loyalty which in the interests of life he must sometimes forego; she is the much needed compensation for the risks, struggles, sacrifices that all end in disappointment; she is the solace for all the bitterness of life. And, at the same time, she is the great illusionist, the seductress, who draws him into life with her Maya-and not only into life's reasonable and useful aspects, but into its frightful paradoxes and ambivalences where good and evil, success and ruin, hope and despair, counterbalance one another. Because she is his greatest danger she demands from a man his greatest, and if he has it in him she will receive it.[The Syzygy: Anima and Animus," CW 9ii, par. 24]
Self. The archetype of wholeness and the regulating center of the psyche; a transpersonal power that transcends the ego.
daily mood:inspired
Mulder and his Anima - part I
(this is an extract from my "Mulder Project",a huge essay about Mulder that I'm writing since 2003)
-"I’m free..."
Mulder,Closure-
Mulder is only 12 years old when the mysterious disappearance of his younger sister, with very dark circumstaces, upsets domestic establishment of all his family.
To explain the younger sister figure, I used the Jungian theory of Syzygy (Divine Couple) that beholds the alchemic couple Brother-Sister too.
Sister, in some Balkan fairy tales, mysteriously disappears and her brother/hero starts to look for her.
According to psychoanalysis, the brother/hero is in search of the his Self, possibly made by a trasfert in the female figure that replaces the maternal figure, too weak to be considered as Anima in Mulder’s inconscious(Teena Mulder seems to have been too far from her sons.After the shock is more far from Fox, among barbiturics and depression).
Mulder, bereft of Sam, starts to look for her but, besides the obvious reason of a love between brother and sister, he looks for his deep to cut out a definite and autonomous figure.
Apparently Sam rises into the air,and so she goes away from the primordial, homely world, from the “indistinct of Mother”.
The same tale tell us that sister is held captive by the Old, who clearly recalls Spender Sr,who took away Sam by means of hypnosis. Mulder has to draw back the whole stuff from removed that has left just a remaining, sense of guilty, expressed by the great guilty to be survived to disappeared sister that really symbolizes two orders of guilty:
1)don't look for Self –2) don't rise like Self.
We can immagine Mulder as teenager and after as a very depressed boy.
Squashed by sense of guilty,it is possible that he doesn’t consider himself like active, useful: looking for Sam and finding her has became his profession.
Before his studies were addressed towards psychology cause of his desire to explain removed acts but always in the shadow of inconscious.
His profession is to inquire into paranormal, believing in it, but it involves to inquire into e and to grieve for crimes against children, like a compensation (if I resolve and jail the murderer, I resolve and jail Sam’s murderer and kidnapper), but also like masochist behaviour of infinite repetition of shock.
About "Paper hearts".
In his dream little girl who benigs on him to find her body, expresses him intuitive nature... typically who knows the Soul has related to occult and perception.
Even when Mulder meets Sam (presented again and again by Cancer man to affirm his own power on hero’s and his sister’s life and death) you can realize that these meetings just sharpen Mulder’s sense of guilty and repeat the shock of separation in his inconscious.
Mulder repeats again and again love between his sister and him by the X-files. If he will continue to look for her he will become Self, become complete.
Because if he will find his Anima, the male archetype of Self, he will be free from senses of guilty.
When Mulder knows that he’s the subject of aliens’ abduction, he goes on this path of recognizing of Self.
Believing this abduction, removing it, means starting a total formulation Self.
In "Sein und zeit" there is the solution to Mulder’s release from mother and from sister (biological mother by her siucide lets him to understand, alone, the abduction of the second female figyre in his life).
Then in "Closure" Mulder imagines to find Sam alive, in an idealized teen-age, in a suspended, unreachable but reconciled world.
And this is what Mulder is looking for: a perfect world, without pain, that would give back to past and to figures (connected to the time that’s definitively gone by), bliss, completeness, happyness he would like to come true for himself ando also for Sam.
-"I’m free..."
Mulder,Closure-
Mulder is only 12 years old when the mysterious disappearance of his younger sister, with very dark circumstaces, upsets domestic establishment of all his family.
To explain the younger sister figure, I used the Jungian theory of Syzygy (Divine Couple) that beholds the alchemic couple Brother-Sister too.
Sister, in some Balkan fairy tales, mysteriously disappears and her brother/hero starts to look for her.
According to psychoanalysis, the brother/hero is in search of the his Self, possibly made by a trasfert in the female figure that replaces the maternal figure, too weak to be considered as Anima in Mulder’s inconscious(Teena Mulder seems to have been too far from her sons.After the shock is more far from Fox, among barbiturics and depression).
Mulder, bereft of Sam, starts to look for her but, besides the obvious reason of a love between brother and sister, he looks for his deep to cut out a definite and autonomous figure.
Apparently Sam rises into the air,and so she goes away from the primordial, homely world, from the “indistinct of Mother”.
The same tale tell us that sister is held captive by the Old, who clearly recalls Spender Sr,who took away Sam by means of hypnosis. Mulder has to draw back the whole stuff from removed that has left just a remaining, sense of guilty, expressed by the great guilty to be survived to disappeared sister that really symbolizes two orders of guilty:
1)don't look for Self –2) don't rise like Self.
We can immagine Mulder as teenager and after as a very depressed boy.
Squashed by sense of guilty,it is possible that he doesn’t consider himself like active, useful: looking for Sam and finding her has became his profession.
Before his studies were addressed towards psychology cause of his desire to explain removed acts but always in the shadow of inconscious.
His profession is to inquire into paranormal, believing in it, but it involves to inquire into e and to grieve for crimes against children, like a compensation (if I resolve and jail the murderer, I resolve and jail Sam’s murderer and kidnapper), but also like masochist behaviour of infinite repetition of shock.
About "Paper hearts".
In his dream little girl who benigs on him to find her body, expresses him intuitive nature... typically who knows the Soul has related to occult and perception.
Even when Mulder meets Sam (presented again and again by Cancer man to affirm his own power on hero’s and his sister’s life and death) you can realize that these meetings just sharpen Mulder’s sense of guilty and repeat the shock of separation in his inconscious.
Mulder repeats again and again love between his sister and him by the X-files. If he will continue to look for her he will become Self, become complete.
Because if he will find his Anima, the male archetype of Self, he will be free from senses of guilty.
When Mulder knows that he’s the subject of aliens’ abduction, he goes on this path of recognizing of Self.
Believing this abduction, removing it, means starting a total formulation Self.
In "Sein und zeit" there is the solution to Mulder’s release from mother and from sister (biological mother by her siucide lets him to understand, alone, the abduction of the second female figyre in his life).
Then in "Closure" Mulder imagines to find Sam alive, in an idealized teen-age, in a suspended, unreachable but reconciled world.
And this is what Mulder is looking for: a perfect world, without pain, that would give back to past and to figures (connected to the time that’s definitively gone by), bliss, completeness, happyness he would like to come true for himself ando also for Sam.
"Fucking & Punching” ,aka Californication Pilot
Author :BirDDer
Disclaimer : all materials are property of ShowtimeGenre:dirty vignette
Rating: missing scene, nc 17,Mia POV
Fall 2007
I never asked myself about God,but I always imagined He does not resamble my father.
When my mother died,he tried to cover me by the world,with things and bucks.
He ignore I have conserved a blooded bind I’ve stolen to her, before they carried her body out the room.
He has his business and I have my memories.
He thinks I’m still the same six years old little good rich girl, but I’m sixteen now.
Yes,I’m sixteen,I’m rich,and I want to fuck.
I still not have sex and I’m bored about this condition.
My friends talking only about how fucking with anybody,when a joint goes around.
And when Ely found out her mum’s vibrator,she used it ,then she tried to lend me,but I don’t agree that kind of gift. I’m in love with my left hand.
Boys are a strange category,but it doesn’t do without them.
They likes just blowjob,and it’s ok for me…Nobody has nerve to go forward…
But what about the men?
I recognize their dirty looks,special gifts to me,I’m starving to curiosity.
I’m not a stupid or a uninformed babe,I know about it more than other friends.
This never goes up with the boys…
In L.A. is easy to date,easy to fuck,easy to boring.
And I’m waiting for this kind of trouble.
That afternoon,I walked out,to the book shop.I wanted to read somethings about love,and I finally chose a book titled with hate.
And then,he appared.
Tall, desperatly charmant
A man,very old,but *the* man.The one.
The one who I imagined was able to fuck you until the death,your death.
I pretended to lost my self in reading,but I followed every step of him, looks or? clumsy attitude,repeating my mantra :’please please,come to me,come in me’.
I knew him.He was my writer and I was his reader.
Like a sad pavon,he became horny seeing someone who read his book, and easily he approched me.
All fault to my laught: I discovered the laught are the best invitation for a man.
Breath alchoolic,he believed I drawed him ,but I dismissed fastly his opinion.
A man found me,I struggled with that, and he won.Me.Wow.
After a little chat about bullshit and his very low self –esteem,his book and movie,he invited me at his place.I agreed.
I was no scared,no in panic,just glad.
I tought I was very pretty if a man,an adult man,wanted ME.
I could be able to seem very distant
And I did it.
My emotions were in trouble,I felt blank ,unsure and I asked my self WHAT I had to do…
Maybe would he did all?
Of course he did.
In chat time,I was lost in his powerful old body,his wrinkled face,and his muscular thigh under my hand maked me definitively wet.
On the road to his house,I wondered again how did it.
I ‘ll have sex with him?
And how?
My body would be ready?
Sex was the real stuff?
What about a dinner on light candles or a flowered date?
Was It just like a Palahniuk’s chapter ?
Now – this - shut up ??
I was confused for the speed of my choiche.
I never really made up my minds… could I really said *no* to him?
But,did I really wanted it?
I wanted..what?
I knew nothing or so about that.
About him.
Another little chat in the car got me able to hide my totally improvisation about the event.
It was so strange how I felt nervous, but brave.
I looked at him,his jaw ,his sad smile,his messy hair.
There was a challenge: I played with him,or was exactly on the contrary ?
When I found my bravery ?
Or maybe was it just curiosity ?
The lack of my cleverness would be noted?
I could to keep on my shameless for a while,but what if he uncovered the trick?
When he opened the front door of his apartment,I felt ,again, a sensation both nervous and joyful,like I was on the rollercoster,that time without hand’s mum .
The smell in was dizzy,maybe a joint.
The mess on the carpet,books,papers and vinile records got me a home‘s sensation.
With a smile, he indicated me the bathroom,and I went in.
When I shot the door,I started to laugh.
Incredible,that was incredible.
I dismissed the idea to wash me , maybe after…After,AFTER!?
Out there he was a man and I will fucked with him!Really …He will fucked me.
I checked my lipstick ,my hair and then I got out.
He smoked near the mirror,then he turned to me,and smiled again.
The soft light of the afternoon smoothed his figure.
I walked to him,and touching his arms.
He looked at me and dismissed the cigarette ,without a word he approched me,to start to kiss my neck,and I can smelled his inner scent.
The smoke of the sigarette was on all.
But a strong,hungry male’s smell was under that.
When his lips touched mine,I opened my mouth without fear.
His kiss was gentle,his blitzed breath filled my nose.
His hands went at my breasts,and he uncovered them with soft touch.
The kiss continued and he started to press my breast. Then my nipples.
I liked that,and I went ahead:I squeezed his zack.
At that moment,he took off to me to murmured.
-‘re looking forward,uhu?-
I smiled and he took down my dress and purple panties:I was naked in front of him and I tought to be too fat.
He ducked and started to licked me at south.
His hands roamed on my inners thighs,he was able …
I felt a smooted long heat against my cookie and then on my trigger ,and I blowed my mind.
And what if he asked to give him my head?
But at that moment,I had just pleasure and I didn’t mind anything.
He continued to use his hands,now on my ass.
I lifted up my left leg,and he nestled better in front of my pussy.
I could nearly opened my eyes to see his hair ,the last smoke from the cigarette on the nightstand.
That man could attend a lot of lesson ‘how to …’ about it?
Maybe he got a lot of homeworks…And what about my homeworks for tomorrow?
I remember just hot and wet.
Then he stopped,and started again ,that time with a finger evolution.
Pure delight.
When I came,I dug my nails on his scalp and I panted for a lot,looking at his face.
His mouth and chin were flusched and dripping wet,then he rose, licking his ringed finger that before was in me, pumping,looking up at me.
He lost me,and I went on his bed to undress him, his eyes on my bare body.
Then I took off my boots,and I approched him ,and I kissed his hairy chest,his nipples,that I understood he liked it ‘cos the strange noises of pleasure came out his troath,and his head fell back.
His skin was tanned and lightly flexible under my touch,his exposed body was a bizarre sighting to me.
His taste was ..I dunno…aged?
And then ,hello Mr.Beef,or Mr.BIG Beef.
With a shiver,I gave head to him.
I was an expert,but not with that size.
The little head pulsed purple and it was very hot.And hard ,what a funny thing…
After my first attempt ,he took my head with his hands and whispered.
-Just relax,it’s not a duty…-
I thought was better to stop,and I rose. He smiled and drow back to the bed,falling on his back.
-Come here,baby,-his tone was distant,like a ordinary call.
He said and I did.
Before,he took a troyan king size,and dressed himself with an absorbing ability .
When I was on top of him -with his hands on my waist- he rose my body on his dick and then I fell down,without coercion from him.
He ,with skill,embedded me .
The fire of pain struggled my entire body,I worried to bleed on him,but I did not look down.
My hands was narrow on his arms and I tried to hide my hurt, beating my lower lip.
He maybe thought I had my sweet pleasure,and he stimulated my trigger with his left thumb.
I smiled at him, confused by ache and a rising pleasure.
The big beef in me felt like a weapon ,covered by velvet,but fucking letal.
I wanna scream loud,and maybe I did,’cause he murmured something…
The tissue of my hole was deadly strained,but at every stroke it was better -and underneath my belly- I felt the strangest hot of my sexual life… rocking back and forth.
His moist pubic hair tickled my naked sex at every stroke,and the noise of the bodies was comic.
I felt his clammy balls against my B side.
What if I laugh?
I smelled scent of sweat ,latex and shameless.
We were like in a rodeo contest, struggling to win both.
I never closed my eyes.
My legs straddling his body,his features was peaceful and remote.Was he drunk?
Just a couple of time,he narrowed his forehead.
His breat was soft and I tried to stifle my yells and my sights.
His hands on my waist,he went up and down,up and down,his abdomen muscles at clear sight.
It was strong and strange….the feeling to have a something , a real dick in me,was weird and amazing,it was stiff and solid.
It held me.
My sex was on fire,I not understood what the hell happened down here.
The ritme was amusing,he was very great to keep it ,how long it could went on?
I felt blushed and I asked him.
- Are you gonna come?-and I really didn’t have a clue.
- I don't see why not…-and then,he stroked my neck and hair.
I realized that I must moved myself too.
It was easy to learn.
I tried to go up and down like him,and it worked.*That* went forward for a while.Our movements started to move a little bit faster, I thought to come again ,but was very unlike the other way.
My body came all entire ,I felt like a outburst in my belly ,the shudder was long and endless,the twinge very strong, few contractions and my mind went at a perfect nirvana. ..and I punched him in face.He looked confused but he didn’t lose the swing.
Then I punched him in the nose,and he came,I supposed.
Take that,you ,son of a bitch!
You violated me…and I liked the cure.
Like an escape,I lifted my self from him,the feeling of my pussy empty was a little bizarre,but I felt now comfortable and very ached.
I didn’t looked at him,or at any part of his wet body.
In the bathroom,I heard his laughts and I knew that he’ll never forget me.
end
daily mood:horny
Disclaimer : all materials are property of ShowtimeGenre:dirty vignette
Rating: missing scene, nc 17,Mia POV
Fall 2007
I never asked myself about God,but I always imagined He does not resamble my father.
When my mother died,he tried to cover me by the world,with things and bucks.
He ignore I have conserved a blooded bind I’ve stolen to her, before they carried her body out the room.
He has his business and I have my memories.
He thinks I’m still the same six years old little good rich girl, but I’m sixteen now.
Yes,I’m sixteen,I’m rich,and I want to fuck.
I still not have sex and I’m bored about this condition.
My friends talking only about how fucking with anybody,when a joint goes around.
And when Ely found out her mum’s vibrator,she used it ,then she tried to lend me,but I don’t agree that kind of gift. I’m in love with my left hand.
Boys are a strange category,but it doesn’t do without them.
They likes just blowjob,and it’s ok for me…Nobody has nerve to go forward…
But what about the men?
I recognize their dirty looks,special gifts to me,I’m starving to curiosity.
I’m not a stupid or a uninformed babe,I know about it more than other friends.
This never goes up with the boys…
In L.A. is easy to date,easy to fuck,easy to boring.
And I’m waiting for this kind of trouble.
That afternoon,I walked out,to the book shop.I wanted to read somethings about love,and I finally chose a book titled with hate.
And then,he appared.
Tall, desperatly charmant
A man,very old,but *the* man.The one.
The one who I imagined was able to fuck you until the death,your death.
I pretended to lost my self in reading,but I followed every step of him, looks or? clumsy attitude,repeating my mantra :’please please,come to me,come in me’.
I knew him.He was my writer and I was his reader.
Like a sad pavon,he became horny seeing someone who read his book, and easily he approched me.
All fault to my laught: I discovered the laught are the best invitation for a man.
Breath alchoolic,he believed I drawed him ,but I dismissed fastly his opinion.
A man found me,I struggled with that, and he won.Me.Wow.
After a little chat about bullshit and his very low self –esteem,his book and movie,he invited me at his place.I agreed.
I was no scared,no in panic,just glad.
I tought I was very pretty if a man,an adult man,wanted ME.
I could be able to seem very distant
And I did it.
My emotions were in trouble,I felt blank ,unsure and I asked my self WHAT I had to do…
Maybe would he did all?
Of course he did.
In chat time,I was lost in his powerful old body,his wrinkled face,and his muscular thigh under my hand maked me definitively wet.
On the road to his house,I wondered again how did it.
I ‘ll have sex with him?
And how?
My body would be ready?
Sex was the real stuff?
What about a dinner on light candles or a flowered date?
Was It just like a Palahniuk’s chapter ?
Now – this - shut up ??
I was confused for the speed of my choiche.
I never really made up my minds… could I really said *no* to him?
But,did I really wanted it?
I wanted..what?
I knew nothing or so about that.
About him.
Another little chat in the car got me able to hide my totally improvisation about the event.
It was so strange how I felt nervous, but brave.
I looked at him,his jaw ,his sad smile,his messy hair.
There was a challenge: I played with him,or was exactly on the contrary ?
When I found my bravery ?
Or maybe was it just curiosity ?
The lack of my cleverness would be noted?
I could to keep on my shameless for a while,but what if he uncovered the trick?
When he opened the front door of his apartment,I felt ,again, a sensation both nervous and joyful,like I was on the rollercoster,that time without hand’s mum .
The smell in was dizzy,maybe a joint.
The mess on the carpet,books,papers and vinile records got me a home‘s sensation.
With a smile, he indicated me the bathroom,and I went in.
When I shot the door,I started to laugh.
Incredible,that was incredible.
I dismissed the idea to wash me , maybe after…After,AFTER!?
Out there he was a man and I will fucked with him!Really …He will fucked me.
I checked my lipstick ,my hair and then I got out.
He smoked near the mirror,then he turned to me,and smiled again.
The soft light of the afternoon smoothed his figure.
I walked to him,and touching his arms.
He looked at me and dismissed the cigarette ,without a word he approched me,to start to kiss my neck,and I can smelled his inner scent.
The smoke of the sigarette was on all.
But a strong,hungry male’s smell was under that.
When his lips touched mine,I opened my mouth without fear.
His kiss was gentle,his blitzed breath filled my nose.
His hands went at my breasts,and he uncovered them with soft touch.
The kiss continued and he started to press my breast. Then my nipples.
I liked that,and I went ahead:I squeezed his zack.
At that moment,he took off to me to murmured.
-‘re looking forward,uhu?-
I smiled and he took down my dress and purple panties:I was naked in front of him and I tought to be too fat.
He ducked and started to licked me at south.
His hands roamed on my inners thighs,he was able …
I felt a smooted long heat against my cookie and then on my trigger ,and I blowed my mind.
And what if he asked to give him my head?
But at that moment,I had just pleasure and I didn’t mind anything.
He continued to use his hands,now on my ass.
I lifted up my left leg,and he nestled better in front of my pussy.
I could nearly opened my eyes to see his hair ,the last smoke from the cigarette on the nightstand.
That man could attend a lot of lesson ‘how to …’ about it?
Maybe he got a lot of homeworks…And what about my homeworks for tomorrow?
I remember just hot and wet.
Then he stopped,and started again ,that time with a finger evolution.
Pure delight.
When I came,I dug my nails on his scalp and I panted for a lot,looking at his face.
His mouth and chin were flusched and dripping wet,then he rose, licking his ringed finger that before was in me, pumping,looking up at me.
He lost me,and I went on his bed to undress him, his eyes on my bare body.
Then I took off my boots,and I approched him ,and I kissed his hairy chest,his nipples,that I understood he liked it ‘cos the strange noises of pleasure came out his troath,and his head fell back.
His skin was tanned and lightly flexible under my touch,his exposed body was a bizarre sighting to me.
His taste was ..I dunno…aged?
And then ,hello Mr.Beef,or Mr.BIG Beef.
With a shiver,I gave head to him.
I was an expert,but not with that size.
The little head pulsed purple and it was very hot.And hard ,what a funny thing…
After my first attempt ,he took my head with his hands and whispered.
-Just relax,it’s not a duty…-
I thought was better to stop,and I rose. He smiled and drow back to the bed,falling on his back.
-Come here,baby,-his tone was distant,like a ordinary call.
He said and I did.
Before,he took a troyan king size,and dressed himself with an absorbing ability .
When I was on top of him -with his hands on my waist- he rose my body on his dick and then I fell down,without coercion from him.
He ,with skill,embedded me .
The fire of pain struggled my entire body,I worried to bleed on him,but I did not look down.
My hands was narrow on his arms and I tried to hide my hurt, beating my lower lip.
He maybe thought I had my sweet pleasure,and he stimulated my trigger with his left thumb.
I smiled at him, confused by ache and a rising pleasure.
The big beef in me felt like a weapon ,covered by velvet,but fucking letal.
I wanna scream loud,and maybe I did,’cause he murmured something…
The tissue of my hole was deadly strained,but at every stroke it was better -and underneath my belly- I felt the strangest hot of my sexual life… rocking back and forth.
His moist pubic hair tickled my naked sex at every stroke,and the noise of the bodies was comic.
I felt his clammy balls against my B side.
What if I laugh?
I smelled scent of sweat ,latex and shameless.
We were like in a rodeo contest, struggling to win both.
I never closed my eyes.
My legs straddling his body,his features was peaceful and remote.Was he drunk?
Just a couple of time,he narrowed his forehead.
His breat was soft and I tried to stifle my yells and my sights.
His hands on my waist,he went up and down,up and down,his abdomen muscles at clear sight.
It was strong and strange….the feeling to have a something , a real dick in me,was weird and amazing,it was stiff and solid.
It held me.
My sex was on fire,I not understood what the hell happened down here.
The ritme was amusing,he was very great to keep it ,how long it could went on?
I felt blushed and I asked him.
- Are you gonna come?-and I really didn’t have a clue.
- I don't see why not…-and then,he stroked my neck and hair.
I realized that I must moved myself too.
It was easy to learn.
I tried to go up and down like him,and it worked.*That* went forward for a while.Our movements started to move a little bit faster, I thought to come again ,but was very unlike the other way.
My body came all entire ,I felt like a outburst in my belly ,the shudder was long and endless,the twinge very strong, few contractions and my mind went at a perfect nirvana. ..and I punched him in face.He looked confused but he didn’t lose the swing.
Then I punched him in the nose,and he came,I supposed.
Take that,you ,son of a bitch!
You violated me…and I liked the cure.
Like an escape,I lifted my self from him,the feeling of my pussy empty was a little bizarre,but I felt now comfortable and very ached.
I didn’t looked at him,or at any part of his wet body.
In the bathroom,I heard his laughts and I knew that he’ll never forget me.
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daily mood:horny
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