In show business, the green room is the space in a theatre or similar venue that functions as a waiting room and lounge for performers before, during, and after a performance or show when they are not engaged on stage. Green rooms typically have seating for the performers, such as upholstered chairs and sofas. The origin of the term is often ascribed to such rooms historically being painted green. Modern green rooms need not necessarily adhere to a specifically green color scheme, though the theatrical tradition of the name remains.
I felt slight pressure on my shoulders pushing me down I knew this maneuver men used it often when they wanted me to go down on them. OMG, I had never tasted another girls pussy but I felt myself drifting down to my knees, what was I doing, kneeling down on the dirty bathroom stall floor. How did I get here on my knees rubbing her beautiful clit wanting to taste Lisa. Something primal took me over, I wanted to taste her, I wanted to make Lisa cum, I dove in licking & sucking spreading her lips, I heard her moaning. My hand slipped to her ass which I probed with one finger then two, my mouth still devouring her pussy, Lisa moaned in pleasure, grabbing my head with both hands grinding her pussy into my face. She was so wet which encouraged me any thoughts of were I was drifted away all I want was to give her an orgasm. Her groans grew louder she started bucking her hips, Lisa squealed in delight, holding my head firmly in place, wave after wave shook her body, squirting juices all over my face.
My name is Cheryle – twenty-eight year old, 5’2″ 103lbs., with long red hair, blue eyes, small cute feet, tight ass, small breast. That’s where it begin in a dirty bathroom stall, on my knees, an awaking, Lisa and I would move in together. Things were great when Lisa moved in, my favorite day was Sunday we rarely got dressed just laying around all day in our panties. A lazy day sitting across from each other in our panties, talking, her cute feet in my lap, painted Lisa’s toenails. Taking long bubble baths, washing, caressing, each others bodies. Eating a late breakfast, reading the paper, so many wonderful tender moments, going down on her in the back row at the cineplex. I loved her very much life seemed perfect.
One particular night after she had pushed me to the ground kicking me repeatedly she forced me into the bedroom. Ripped of my cloths, forcing down, bending me over the bed spanking me with a leather belt. Whack! Whack! my body shuttered with each blow my ass erupting in pain with each strike of the belt. Tears running down my face Lisa pulled me off the bed by my hair forcing to my knees before her. “Kiss my feet” I did has instructed kissing her feet softly she laughed calling me a dirty little slut, whore, liar. “Lick my ass slut” crying, I followed instructions, my ass still hurting from the whipping I had received. What happened to the woman I fell in love with, worst yet what had happen to me to let her treat me this way.
I licked her dirty asshole, probe inside it with my tongue, reaching up I stroked her clit, hoping an orgasm mite gaziosmanpaşa escort stop all this. I was humiliated, on my knees face buried in her ass, licking as if my life depended on it. “You like this slut?” All I could do was mumble “yes” better to make her happy. Lisa body trembled after what seemed like hours has an orgasm washed over her. I stayed in place tongue in her ass, crying at what I had become. After her orgasm shook her body she became a different person though, holding me softly, cuddling, but the abuse just ran through my brain this is not love. I hardly slept anymore, was scared all the time, how did I let this happen. I left the next day never to return.
Music seems like it as always been in my life, from a very young age singing along to the music of my parents, brothers and sisters. My musical taste are wide and varied, folk, country, rock, blues, punk, grunge, Playing my guitar/performing always leaves me with wet panties. I always thought it was the performing but have come to realize it is more about the music and how it makes me feel, a note, a beat, the perfect harmony
I booked a semi-regular gig at the Lakeshore Tavern performing on Saturday nights, it felt good to be out, I had spent so many nights alone during my recovery from Lisa’s abuse. The small green room there was for the performers to wait to go on or rest between sets. I felt at home there, comfortable, partly because it became my play room. Where I went to take care of my wetness hands finding my breast pinching my delicate nipples caressing and squeezing them. Bringing one of my breast to my mouth I tease with it flicking my tongue over my hard nipple. I let my hand slide down slowly over my stomach through my red pubes to my wet pussy. Rubbing softly, caressing, making love to myself, letting my fingers play with with my labia. Inserting one, then two fingers inside me, slowly moving in and out my wetness growing. My other hand following the same path to find my clit rubbing it gently, my juices making a slurping sound as my fingers thrust in then out.
Auralism means that you are aroused by sound. How this looks, though, can vary from person to person. “People that are specifically aroused by sounds are practicing mindful sensuality without even realizing it.” A study from McGill University in Montreal suggests that the euphoria you experience while enjoying music is triggered by the same brain chemical system that gives humans pleasurable feelings associated with sex and recreational drugs. Some people smoke for it, snort for it, put needles in their veins for it, drink to excess, to get the feeling I get playing my old guitar and singing my heart out for an audience.
The first time Ron, one of the bouncers, walked in and caught me in the act, he watched not saying a word. Taking out his cock and stroking it, while watching, I was so turned on by him watching, in the world I’m a bright, articulate, well educated, highly paid woman but here I’m a slut ready to perform. A shattering orgasm shook my body, my gölbaşı escort cute little toes curled, screams and moans escaped my lips. Recovering, my eyes fixed on Ron stroking his cock, I dropped to my knees, Licking the head of his penis, tasting his pre-cum. Taking him in my mouth, squeezing his balls, I felt wonderful servicing him. Looking up with my blue eyes, seeing him watching me suck his cock, deep throating till I gagged, feeling his hot cum hit the back of my throat.
I walked in with my guitar case in hand. Looking around I realized, the fact, I had been sexually intimate with most of the staff. My Sunday school teacher would be so ashamed of the slut I had become. Sucking cock, eating pussy, rimming, ridding faces, fucked in the ass, cum or pussy juices on my face, only wanting more. The green room was my “happiest place on earth.” Where all desires were fulfilled. Looking around memories flooded my brain, over there, on all fours face buried in Ann’s cunt be pounded in the ass my Gary’s massive cock. Moans and grunts filling my ears, Ann’s hands entangled in my hair, juices dripping from my chin, wanting to please them both. Gary thrusting deeper, bouncing back into him, feeling her climax has his hot cum filled my ass. So many treasured memories in the green room.
I was already finger deep inside my wetness. He shut the door quickly and the two of them just stared as I continued to finger myself. Before long his cock was out being stroked by that cute blonde, a nice cock bigger then average, the blonde was five foot nothing short hair with the cutest nose, I got on all fours crawling over to her burring my face under her skirt. That’s the way I say nice to meet you, the bouncer moved behind me poking his cock into my wetness. Pounding away, sounds of sex filled that little room, auralism at it’s best. He was a master swordsman, I was close to my orgasm, hoping everyone would come along for the ride. My hot blonde was working her clit as my tongue danced inside her pussy she was very wet her juices covering my chin. The pounding from behind was harder and faster, his grunts didn’t sound human, her moans, my slurping and whimpers. Somebody should be recording this, a symphony of sound, great art just happens, so rarely planned. We had reach the crescendo, the finally, a great harmony, a wall of sound. Her body shook & wabbled, he plunged deep and I was filled with warmth, the three way orgasm, perfection.
Standing there naked, Monica had a hot little body, mesmerized, scanning her body. Perky breast, flat stomach, pubes trimmed in a cute little heart, down her legs, to her cute little feet. I was on my knees in flash worshiping her gorgeous body. Kissing her feet slowly kissing up her calves, licking her thighs, feeling her tremble, burying my nose in those heart shape pubes. Parting her lips with my fingers, plunging my tongue inside, tasting her warm juices. Her hands entangled in my hair, I continued up to suck each breast. Finally finding her mouth as she fumbled to remove my cloths. Standing naked keçiören escort in the green room Kissing, holding each other. so warm, so wet.
I slipped off my flip flops and wiggled out of my faded jeans and soaking wet black satin panties. Sitting back down on the couch spreading my legs wipe, facing her, my hands went to work exploring my pussy rubbing gently. watching her watching me my fingers disappeared inside me my other hand finding my pearl I was so wet already. I was Moaning, one more performance, I raised my leg bending my knees, curling my toes, she leaned forward taking my big toe in her mouth and sucking her eyes transfixed on me. Her mouth was wet and warm I loved the sensation of Rhonda Vincent sucking my toes. My speed increasing hips moving wildly the first waves of a budding orgasm hitting me. I came in a thundering way my whole body tingled, how did she know I need this, needed her to watch me, one more performance.
She walked through the door, gleaming in sweet sweat, from her performance. I rushed to her throwing my arms around her neck and kissing her sweet lips. Our tongues dancing in each others mouths her hands slipping inside my panties. I dropped to my knees, she raised her leg and I removed her boot then the other, dropping lower I kissed her feet. Licking between each toe cleaning her feet with my tongue, I worship her, wanted to please her. Looking up to see if she was pleased with me, seeing her hand down her pants, I lifted my arms to pull down her pants. Her beautiful pussy inches from my mouth, rubbing her clit gently, I lingered in her scent. I brought my tongue out to taste her, licking, probing, only wanting to please her.
Auralism is a legitimate sexual fetish, defined as sexual arousal or excitement caused by sound, This sound might be music, voices, or the natural sounds of sex. Notably, there’s been a rise in availability of audio erotica apps, with audio porn sales skyrocketing ever since quarantine hit and masturbation became widely accepted as a form of self care. And for those to whom the experience of sound is accessible, leaning into auralism can enable the listener to customize their erotic experience, thus amplifying its pleasure effects.
Because audio porn doesn’t require your eyes to be glued to a screen, you can really go on an erotic journey wherever you please–even if that’s not during explicit sex play. Earbuds are great and If you have a long-distance lover who can read you a sexy story, have them record it so you can listen to it whenever you want. You both can even listen to the same thing at the same time, creating a connection via voice.
Being loud and proud during sex is a great way to dial up the pleasure for a couple of reasons. For one, expressing my needs with a moan or scream can help me feel more sexually satisfied in the long run, because, hey, I’m literally giving indicators on what is (or isn’t) feeling good. Also, dirty talk can be just plain hot–so go for it, call me a slut, whore or cunt, grunt, moan, scream. Some people can get riled up from impact play and the sounds of skin-to-skin contact. For example, if you’re really into spanking, the way you position your hand can affect what sound it makes when it strikes. Cupping your palm and keeping your fingers together will increase the depth of the sound produced Using a flat palm makes more of a typical slapping noise.
The movie of my life mite suck but the soundtrack would kick ass.