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I'm A Woman Man: Episode 8 - The Sweet Flower
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I'm A Woman Man: Episode 7 - Legs

I imagined walking up behind her, sliding my hand from her ankle all the way up. The course material of the stocking grinding against my fingers as the heat from her leg excited me. The heat from my hands exciting her. I would linger there on her inner thighs circling my fingers right before the heat's true origin. A warm whisper escapes her lips.
"This is 59th Street Columbus Circle" the conductor's voice echoed in a robotic charge.
I left the train hoping she would too. Hoping I could follow behind her up the stairs and watch her stiletto anchored stems glide up the stairs revealing just slight peeks more of her thighs. She stayed, I walked. Disappointed.
The noise and energy of New York broke my dreams until I put my headphones on, pressed play on my ipod and was greeted with the voice of Amy Winehouse. Her sexy intonation carried me half a block until I was awakened by the cream colored legs of a coed walking quickly past me. She skipped quickly in front of me, possibly annoyed that I was walking so slowly in front of her. This is New York, ya know. She wore very short work out shorts. The kind made of thin heather grey material, the name of her school emblazoned across her small ass. Her legs were sweaty from a run. The calves in her legs were tight and blushing from the workout she had given them. I'd imagine those legs could clamp down hard on the back of her lover, hold him tighter, deeper. She slowed her pace as Amy sang to me. Without warning she stopped, I moved as fast as my preoccupied mind could make me, my hand extended to keep from colliding with her. She was bending over, my hand, briefly touched her smooth creamy thigh. It was cool and very soft to the touch.
Lifting my headphones with one hand, I murmured an apology. My right hand still stuck in mid-air shocked it had touched her. The coeds face was twisted in pain as she rubbed her cramping calf.
"No my fault, my blasted calf is killing me." the slight English lilt escaped her mouth. I responded with a commiserative "oooh", dropped my headphones back in place and kept walking.
I sat at my desk that morning, wondering if I had suddenly become a leg man or if the leg gods were tempting me to their parish. My answer walked through the office door a short time later. Her pretty wine colored dress, hit just mid thigh, it left plenty of room for her ample cleavage up top and since she has ample ass, revealed much more thigh from behind as she flopped in her chair.
"We need to talk, Fury." her voice exasperated.
About how you're wearing the shortest dress you could find today on a day when I can't help but stare at legs, maybe?
As she stood and made her way to me, my eyes darted up and down her body. From her bouncing breasts, the swishing of the dress material, to her brown thick thighs, strong calves and back up and down again.
"Nice dress" I deadpanned. She smiled an appreciative "oh this old thing" smile, but I knew it was what she wanted to hear all day long from anyone that saw her. Sitting on a table next to my desk, she crossed her legs like a good lady should. The light caramel of her thighs whispered to me. Her smooth calves bounced as she swung her legs slightly. She talked about the latest work drama, her latest personal drama and asked for advice on both that and where she should take a friend to party that night.
When she disagreed with my opinion on how she should handle the work drama, she lifted slightly from the desk and bounced in fake tantrum. Her boobs banged against her body as she lifted higher and crashed down again and again. Below, more and more of her thighs were revealed as her dress rode up. My chuckling at her antics stopped short as my eyes took full pleasure in seeing her entire thigh. They had a slight dimple here and there and led up to a pair of slightly revealed thin black panties. We talked some more, her crossed thighs revealing nearly all of their length, their thickness. Her dress had risen up to just covering her ass. I was a mere foot away from caramel thighs that pleaded for a kiss. She rubbed her soft legs as we spoke. Her foot lifted towards me then collapsed.
My poker face never broke. I couldn't reveal that I was watching her as closely as I was. My hand extended to touch her knee to comfort her, remembered the proper rules of workplace behavior and retracted.
"Oh what am I interrupting!!??" Another co-worker entered, her voice shrilling.
"We're talking about my drama" The Leg Temptress huffed.
"Oh cuz the way you're all on display it looks like you're trying to blind Fury!"
Take my eyes now!!
The Leg Temptress caught the hint, stood and pulled her dress down to cover as much thigh as possible. We'd finish my advice later. She went back to her desk, pushed her chair out, inadvertently dropping her cell phone. Her bend was full over, ass high, dress riding just to the edges of the sanctuary. I arched forward to checkout the full scene. Her full thick smooth thighs, a sexy dimple here or there, slowly caressing into her knee, rounded calves, slimmer ankles.
"Hey!" I shouted. "Bend at the knee! We don't need you showing all the guys your name number and address!" The Leg Temptress turned with a scowl and sat down.
I opened my IM screen and typed a message...
"Nice legs...wow!"
The Leg Temptress erupted in a loud giggle.
"Thanks! ;-)" Her IM replied.
I am The Fury...I'll have a leg and a thigh, please.
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I'm A Woman Man: Episode 6 - Ass

Originally the next entry was to be about a different part of the female anatomy until I realized this post is the 100th post here at The Dirty Details. With this landmark post, I MUST dedicate it to a portion of the female body that I hold with great affinity.
The Ass
I am an ASStronomer...searching near and far for heavenly bodies. I am an ASStrologist checking the bright shining heavens for signs of things to cum. I am every bad pun and description of a man that truly admires a great rear end. It is my confession that I prefer the rounder, firmer, bigger, plumper derriere. The ass that swells from a small waist into a homage to firm fruit. I like big butts and I can not lie.
I have seen many many beautiful round, firm, soft asses in my years. However, the roundest, plumpest ass I've known in the biblical sense belongs to Honey Rider. One of my first views of exactly how plump and shapely it was came on one of our first meetings. I peered out of the window as she exited her car. Her loose yet form fitting cargo pants tugged at her ass, her g-string exposing the sexy skin of her lower back. The G-string gave me a glimpse of her soft sun-kissed sandalwood colored skin. It wasn't evident to me then, but within weeks I would be watching her plump round ass undulating on top of me in a mirror as my dick disappeared beneath it. Honey Rider loved riding me, I loved her riding me and watching her ass in the mirror. Luckily for an ass lover like me, she enjoyed doggystyle as well.
Doggystyle is the ass lover's dream position. We can watch the heart shaped plump ass as well as partake in it. Reverse cowgirl also provides great ass view, but there's something about proper doggystyle that brings a devilish grin to my face. I relish doggystyle, the stance, whether on all fours, bent over or crouching. It's always the case that my dick throbs hard as I enter a woman from behind, her ass in full view, my hands holding herwaist. With a tight phat ass, there's even an added suction in doggystyle. A nice plump ass in doggystyle grips my dick and causes a slight puckering sound when I remove myself. I like to give pounding thrusts from behind as much as I like to give a slow, sexy deep dick grind. There's always the urge to sting the ass with a hot fiery slap then soothe it with a gentle caress. It thrills me when the woman enjoys the ass slapping as much as I do. I've been coaxed by strippers, lovers, co-workers and friends to slap their asses. Once during sex, I had a woman grab my hand and forcibly slap herself on the ass with MY hand. I like the firm jiggle of an ass slap. I like the feeling of the flesh giving way to my hand and the sound of the clash.
With all of my ass talk, I have never had anal sex. I can only count one failed instance of anal. I'll discuss it in a later post, but I have to give the young lady credit for even entertaining putting my thick dick in her ass. I'm not against anal sex, it's never been my first priority, not my second, third or fourth. In fact, there have only been a handful of women that have conjured my thought to fuck their ass. In every single case it was due to an overwhelming ache to consume them wholly, their own sexual openness and yes nice asses. Alas, that hasn't happened, yet I do not feel a sense of loss. LOL
My blessings in the ass department runneth over. I have bowed before scrumptious delectable ass, tight ass, round ass, small palm sized ass, wide, large jiggly asses. Ass has even been blessed to feel the slippery warm slither of my tongue. I don't get that urge often, but the couple of times I have, sent the intended into another world of new sensation… I have rubbed my hard throbbing cock against the soft firm ass of a horny young temptress in a public place with whispers of what was to cum. I have showered firm tight ass with my hot juice with low orgasmic moans. Words can not explain how great asses have motivated and inspired me.
I am The Fury…bend over and show me that ass baby.
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I'm A Woman Man: Episode 5 - Hands

I prefer watching women use their hands on themselves more than on me. My heat has raised to delicious levels watching women self pleasure. I've learned most of my finger techniques from watching women either in adult films or in person. Although many adult film actresses are prone to what I call the "pussy lip slap" which looks quite painful and I've never seen a woman do it in real life. What I do like seeing are the slow concentric circles of the small soft hand over her clit. Nearly automatically the dew of her essence is present at her lips as she starts, knowing that I'm throbbing for her.
I revel in watching her self inflicted shivers as she slowly coaxes more juice to build within her. It's at this point when I ask her to slide two fingers inside, to feel the wetness. Usually she's way ahead of me and I get to watch her soft, small fingers with their manicured nails disappear within her. When they return, the slippery essence slides across her clit with amazing ease, adding more lubrication. I can only glance up momentarily to see the closed eyes and the agonizing look of her biting her own bottom lip before I must watch the hands again. The fingers slide back and forth playing a tune. Her clit is the key, her mouth moaning the song. Mmmm with her other hand, she rubs her essence across her hard nipples. It's amazing to see just how fast and agile a woman's hands are when she's building to a climax. Her fingers ricocheting off of her hard nipple then pulling them perky. Down below, her index finger is in concert with the middle finger, they dance on her clit rubbing it up and down. Her hips gyrate in the air against her lithe fingers.
When the colors on her fingers explode in a rapid fire kaleidoscope, it is time. Her moans expand time and space. As she climaxes, her fingers speed then slow to a crawl. Her pert delicate hands slowly circumnavigate her sex as she comes down from her mountain of pleasure. Her fingers drifting, lingering ... It's then when I break the unspoken barrier, slide closer...
...and suck her fingers clean.
Ladies, give yourself a hand...then let The Fury taste.
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I'm A Woman Man: Episode 4 - Feet

I have never been one for glaring longingly at a woman's feet, but I have taken notice of particularly pretty feet. I have even seen perfect feet. Those feet, freshly cleaned and pedicured found their way into my mouth. Perhaps I was entranced by her feet, by the fact that I'd witnessed several men (who also weren't foot fetishist) gawking at her feet in amazement. My tongue slid around each toe slowly and assuredly. The scent of strawberry bubble bath filled my nose. She of the perfect toes squealed with each lick and then rested backward, eyes closed appreciating the sensations. My hands rubbed her heal as I licked with the intensity of sucking her clit. And then, when it was done, she pleaded for me to fill her moist sex with mine. Apparently, there was an erotic spot to be found hiding in her metatarsals.
This isn't to say you must have perfect feet for me to appreciate them. Not at all, baby. Not at all. I sat across the restaurant table from this one young lady, our flirtation increased exponentially. Above the table, we ate and drank conservatively. Below the table, she removed her high heeled shoe from one foot and slid it slowly up my leg. "Where's this going?" I smiled with a twinkle in my eye. Her foot snuggled between my legs, stroking my erection. I grew harder, placed my hands on her soft foot and angled it perfectly so the head of my dick massaged the ball of her foot.
"Mmmm" she purred. " I can't believe I'm doing this." Her foot flexed and moved across my hotness. She hadn't known how skilled she was with her foot before that moment. Soon I was raging hard beneath the table and brought the tease to an end. Next time I promised to unleash him fully so we can have some direct skin to skin contact. I like skin to skin contact.
My appreciation for the female form, every square centimeter of it, shows when I massage. My foot massage is particularly lethal. According to the victims, the hidden sensual energy attached can cause severe moisture flow. To quote Samuel L Jackson's character in "Pulp Fiction" "I am the foot fucking master!" You must understand that the keys to a great foot massage, just like any other, is to tune into the soul of what you're rubbing.
My warm hands find the heal and kneed deeply, rising on the sides of the feet softly but firmly. With alternating hands, I massage the ball of the foot and the top. This is when I relax and let my firm fingers massage the toes. Each toe deserves their own pull, stroke and kneading massage. The tension in your feet can effect every other part of your body. There are those that say the nerve endings in your feet lead throughout your body. Some say there are nerve endings, that if rubbed in the soles of your feet, can lead directly to a woman's clitoris. I've found that nerve ending a couple of times apparently. Massaged the foot into telling the secret places above to increase moisture. It's just a foot massage though, nothing sexual. I mean, it is just a foot. Not anything that can cause harm...
My name is The Fury... I don't be tickling or nothing.
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I'm A Woman Man: Episode 3 - The Stomach

The stomach is the direct kissing route to Shangri-La. A place I've been guilty of lingering time and time again. I must admit I like a flat-ish tummy, but I've savored the plump-ish, stretch mark-ish, had a baby-ish, tattoo around the navel-ish, belly button ring-ish, other women hate that you just ate a half dozen donuts but still have a a four pack-ish, got some extra jiggle in the middle-ish , with the same giddy attitude.
I like to place soft kisses on you there. Light to heavier tongue flicks, lingering around the navel then diving lower.... My hands caress you there while my lips purse against it.
"Ooooh I can feel it here" you moan holding just around your navel as I slide deeper inside there. I watch your belly with a smile as I try (knowing it's impossible) to see my manhood protruding deep within.
When the sweat peppers your stomach during hot sultry sex, I watch with intent, wanting to lick it away... When your muscles contract then quickly your stomach rises and falls like crashing waves as you orgasm...When you moan out 'Cum right here, daddy!' then squeal with delight as my essence scatters across you there, pooling in your belly button...When you dip the tip of your index finger in the man made lake and place a drop on your tongue with a smile, I know that your belly is a sexy place to be.
My name is The Fury and I'm a human ab-ciser.
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I'm A Woman Man: Episode 2 - Faces

However, faces are a true weakness of mine. Save maybe one or two, the one thing that the women I've bed have in common are pretty faces. They're not all classically beautiful or drop dead gorgeous, but definitely pleasant. And why wouldn't you want a pleasant face in bed? The faces we make in bed are ugly enough. And here is where it becomes interesting. The prettiest faces make some of the most intense passionate expressions. It thrills me to see the bottom lip biting, furrowed brow on a pretty face when I first slide my manhood deep inside her. There's nothing like a well executed "O Face".
An intense orgasm face is superb for the ego as well. When I'm deep into pleasing a woman with my mouth, I like to look up and see the ecstasy written across her face. The sweaty brow, the pursed lips and expanding nostrils. My intuition can read what spots I'm hitting deep inside her from facial expressions. A slight eyebrow arch? That's the "Is he really gonna have more for me? look" The deep furrowed brow? That's the "Shit it hurts but feels too fucking good to stop" look. The eyes rolling in the back of the head? That's the "Am I gonna cum again? I think I'm gonna collapse" look. Of course I could be wrong. Ladies, correct me if I am.
The thing I like about faces are that they are very deceptive. In my experience, some of the most evil worn faces have requested the most sensitive caring gestures. Slow kisses, light licks, easy strokes. While some of the most angelic, innocent faces have made the more aberrant requests. I've cum on the angelic faces with pleas from their angelic mouths for more. The angelic faces have asked me to fuck their ass. The angelic faces with their angelic eyes have sent the message that if we were alone in a darkened room, that face would wanna get fucked by my dick to near choking. The pretty unassuming faces have whispered "I want you to fuck the shit outta me." While the devilish faces have pleaded "Oohhh baby take it easy, I can't take too much."
I'm a sucker for a nice face. Whilst the eyes are the window to the soul, the face is the brick and mortar hiding all the dirty things the soul keeps hidden in the basement.
My name is The Fury, I give good face.
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I'm A Woman Man: Episode 1- Breasts and Lips

I like great lips. Plump, small, wide, long great lips. I've come in contact with my share of great DSLs (Dick Sucking Lips). Some of the lips were better than the skills of the woman sucking said dick. As if their fabulous lips were good enough to make the suction, energy and technique good enough. Sorry sweetie just because you have a fast engine doesn't mean you can run the Daytona Speedway.
However if the lips are great and the skills are comparable (or better) the visuals alone have brought a shiver to my spine. I appreciate when a woman knows she is not only giving oral sex, but PERFORMING oral sex. Yes you can look up at me while you're giving me a fabulous sucking with lust in your eyes and lick your lips. Hell, go ahead and rub my fattened manhood across your lips like your brand new lip gloss. I've always found that "lip gloss is poppin" song to be borderline sexual. it is but it isn't, "like a foot massage" as Samuel L Jackson said in Pulp Fiction. The performance isn't lost on me. Even if my eyes are closed and I'm concentrating wholly on the sensations. Lips are great. They can say the nicest things, the dirtiest things, the sweetest things, the meanest things sometimes all in one tirade. "You're so sexy with your cute smile I wanna suck the cum outta your dick and spit it in that bitch's face." That was verbatim!
I had to use the pic above for this post because 1) it's one of the sexiest pics I've ever seen 2) It mixes 2 of my favorite preoccupations lips and nipples together and 3) for a woman to suck her own nipple not only takes a certain endowment but also skill and a sense of performance (because of course a man wanted to see this).
A great nipple is a hard nipple. It's that simple. I know women with big nipples that wish they had smaller ones, women with small ones who want bigger ones and women with medium sized ones want the other two. I am a fan of the chilly office sudden nipple perk. The slightly aroused nipple protrude and the straight on just got sucked raging throbbing nipple. Pair great nipples with a pretty areola and a nice set of breasts and my attention is focused. I've dated and fucked the gamut of tit/nipple/areola size and never once have I been disappointed with hard nipples. Thanks to the strip club I've seen way more than my fair share of breasts. I've never actually been with a woman with fake ones. However, someone I've sexed in the past has implants now and I am absolutely intrigued and would LOVE to see them now.
I've sucked, licked, nibbled, bit, grabbed and fucked tits. The largest tits belonged to Jessie who when she slid my raging dick between her humongous breasts I was more impressed I could actually still see my dick than that she was about to initiate me into titty fuck history. The smallest belonged to Caramel who carried more puffy areola than actual breasts, but the tone of the skin and her reaction to me butterfly flicking her to juicy wetness made them well worth the experience. I've seen some bare breasts I wasn't supposed to, including some that belong to the famous, strangers, and friends. Why is that of note? Because I like them. And most of all I like looking and imaging them in my mouth or in yours sweetheart, if you wanna show me. LOL
My name is The Fury kiss me then show me your tits.
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