Makin' Babies in Los Angeles
Posted: 08 Jan 2018 03:01
Was a nice weekend - definitely more of a rascally crowd than was here last weekend for NYE - which really surprises me. Again, not really any repeats and the best sounds were from the waking hours vs at night for some reason.
Couple A:
Image is entirely false, as is the description, but the audio is 100%!
Note - early AM capture - door adjacent to a USB at a target door that didn't work out. So I caught their final 2 minutes on my Olympus, but when I pulled the USB, was thrilled to find about 45 minutes of nice quality orgasms waiting!!
Here is my story.. If any of you want to skip my imaginary ravings about Disney rabbits, feel free to scroll down to the sound file links!
Living in Los Angeles doesn't guarantee bumping shoulders with famous people, but Disney's Judy Hopps is a bit hard to miss. I ran into her at one of the Hollywood Blvd clubs and just intended to say a few words of praise about Zootopia. We ended up talking for a few hours and I found her as bright and cheerful as her character. She was the one who suggested exchanging phone and email. A couple of weeks later I texted her to see if she wanted to meet up with me downtown - and was a bit surprised when she agreed. The evening went much like the last. We were on the rooftop club of a hotel I love staying at and I was describing it to her, but didn't tell her about my recording hobby! She told me she loved retro architecture and furnishings, and asked if there was anyway to see one of the rooms. I replied that I was staying the night, and offered to show her my room. Didn't think anything of it. A lot of people here start their evening in the hotel clubs and continue drinking and partying below in the rooms before Uber'g back to where they live. In hopes of seeing Judy again I was going to offer to cover her Lyft back to Burbank when she was ready to leave.
When we got off the elevator, she giggled and said "Catch!!" and leaped into my arms.
Being a rabbit the size of a very small female, I caught her easily enough and before I could say anything, she told me she wanted to visit my room in style. By the way, I use the term "rabbit" out of convenience. The ears, fur, triangular face, leg joints all justify that. But Judy and those like her should really be called "rabbit people." The upper part of their legs are almost human in shape now as are her breasts, though those are smaller than the human version. They walk upright though they can still leap and jump farther than any human. Judy also stands 4-1/2 feet upright. Short for a human, but with very little alteration she and her people can wear human clothing and those choosing to live in human society have opted to do so, though many prefer going barefoot as developing comfortable shoes for them is still a new endeavor. And those living with us are heavily dependent on human assistance as we still possess one major biological advantage - thumbs - although electronic door entries, ride-sharing and verbal recognition software are helping to close the evolutionary gap.
But the largest difference separating Judy from her original ancestors is the eyes and facial expressions which are now entirely human. And of course - fluent speech.
To actually call Judy a "rabbit" in the true sense would be as nonsensical as trying to call a human being a lemur or babboon.
She was looking intently at me, her small coal black eyes almost burning into mine. So I carried her down the hallway and through the door into my room. All the way, I was trying not to get an erection, but my heart was beating rapid fire, and she felt so good in my arms. When we arrived inside and the door shut behind us, I was about to put her down, but she locked her arms around my neck and murmured, "Not yet; just hold me for awhile."
Then she started lightly nuzzling my face, her whiskers and small nose tickling me. Then I felt her warmth. It was as if she could control her own body temperature - and it was warmest where I was supporting her underneath. In fact, there it was hot almost to the point of discomfort. I thought to myself "My God, she's burning up down there!" But before I could say anything, her musk scent hit me. More wild than perfume, I felt my self control and almost my consciousness slipping away. Absurdly, I was getting visions of sunlight, fields, and hay. I was swooning in almost a drugged haze as her scent surrounded us and I could feel myself getting one of the hardest erections I've ever had, and still had the decency to almost be embarrassed. The last shards of my mind were just thinking about what a pagan experience this was when her arms tightened around me, her cheek pressed against mine, tiny kisses, and one of her large feet was gently - but purposefully rubbing against my erection. As soon as I caught my breath, the musk hit sharper then ever and I fell onto the bed with her still wrapped around me. I don't remember taking off her clothes or mine. I just remember scrabbling a bit then plunging into the hottest wetness beyond anything I had been able to imagine. Then it was frenzied motion - foreplay was not even thought of nor necessary. I don't remember entering her, I was just inside her. There was a roaring in my ears, and my head felt like it was filled with warm cotton. Her fur was velvet against me, and I could feel her taking playful bites on my neck and shoulders. At some points she was mewling, at others screaming her own ecstasies. Although despite her size, her vagina was able to take all of me with little problem, the act was so violent, I felt myself bottoming out several times against her cervix and heard painful grunts in response. And then, sheer pleasure and wetness. I couldn't even count the pulses, they seemed to go on forever, each carrying my semen and sperm into the warm ocean of her depths. Then I was laying, nestled against her, vaguely aware of a milking sensation around my penis. Much later after waking fully, I remembered this, being astonished that after everything, the sheets under us were almost completely clean. My guess is her reproductive system is designed to completely absorb everything it can.
When I saw Judy again that summer, I forced myself to stay awake after our first coupling. The milking sensation was stronger than I realized before. Judy's vaginal muscles can work like those in the throat, effectively swallowing my semen upward and deeper inside. I also noticed her tummy muscles rippling and dimpling under her fur through this, not stopping until I had softened to the point where her pussy finally but gently expelled me. I reached under her to feel both of us. While we were still moist from her copious lubrication, there was no drainage or any trace of my semen.
For now between her softness and the soft milking I was feeling, I feel asleep for a short time.
When I came to, I was smelling her musk again, but not as strongly. I was on my back and she was riding me, her furry crotch massaging me. This went on until I bellowed out another orgasm. Pleasant, but not as intense or long as the first. We took each other several more times that night; when I thought I could give no more, her scent would release and bring me back to full arousal.
The third orgasm was alright.
The fourth painful.
The fifth agony.
We finally drifted off and woke the next morning. After considerable time cleaning up and grooming, I took her downstairs for breakfast - I had eggs benedict - she had a salad of greens and balsamic - but didn't care for any coffee (alas..not even Judy Hopps is perfect). Later I took her for a drive along the coast before returning her to her place in Burbank. With her schedule it's been difficult to get together, although over the summer we spent a night together again at the beach. And neither of us is exclusive, so when we do talk or get together, some of our conversation is about the others we are dating. And Judy was candid about her favorite - Nick the fox. As good as I try to be in bed, there's just no competing with that knot...
Here is our recording.. *
* The Wild Night artwork obviously got under my skin abit. Not very good artwork but there is still enough in the imagery to set fire to my imagination. Believe it or not, I made up the story in my mind while walking the hotel corridors Friday and Saturday night..
Couple A:
Image is entirely false, as is the description, but the audio is 100%!
Note - early AM capture - door adjacent to a USB at a target door that didn't work out. So I caught their final 2 minutes on my Olympus, but when I pulled the USB, was thrilled to find about 45 minutes of nice quality orgasms waiting!!
Here is my story.. If any of you want to skip my imaginary ravings about Disney rabbits, feel free to scroll down to the sound file links!
Living in Los Angeles doesn't guarantee bumping shoulders with famous people, but Disney's Judy Hopps is a bit hard to miss. I ran into her at one of the Hollywood Blvd clubs and just intended to say a few words of praise about Zootopia. We ended up talking for a few hours and I found her as bright and cheerful as her character. She was the one who suggested exchanging phone and email. A couple of weeks later I texted her to see if she wanted to meet up with me downtown - and was a bit surprised when she agreed. The evening went much like the last. We were on the rooftop club of a hotel I love staying at and I was describing it to her, but didn't tell her about my recording hobby! She told me she loved retro architecture and furnishings, and asked if there was anyway to see one of the rooms. I replied that I was staying the night, and offered to show her my room. Didn't think anything of it. A lot of people here start their evening in the hotel clubs and continue drinking and partying below in the rooms before Uber'g back to where they live. In hopes of seeing Judy again I was going to offer to cover her Lyft back to Burbank when she was ready to leave.
When we got off the elevator, she giggled and said "Catch!!" and leaped into my arms.
Being a rabbit the size of a very small female, I caught her easily enough and before I could say anything, she told me she wanted to visit my room in style. By the way, I use the term "rabbit" out of convenience. The ears, fur, triangular face, leg joints all justify that. But Judy and those like her should really be called "rabbit people." The upper part of their legs are almost human in shape now as are her breasts, though those are smaller than the human version. They walk upright though they can still leap and jump farther than any human. Judy also stands 4-1/2 feet upright. Short for a human, but with very little alteration she and her people can wear human clothing and those choosing to live in human society have opted to do so, though many prefer going barefoot as developing comfortable shoes for them is still a new endeavor. And those living with us are heavily dependent on human assistance as we still possess one major biological advantage - thumbs - although electronic door entries, ride-sharing and verbal recognition software are helping to close the evolutionary gap.
But the largest difference separating Judy from her original ancestors is the eyes and facial expressions which are now entirely human. And of course - fluent speech.
To actually call Judy a "rabbit" in the true sense would be as nonsensical as trying to call a human being a lemur or babboon.
She was looking intently at me, her small coal black eyes almost burning into mine. So I carried her down the hallway and through the door into my room. All the way, I was trying not to get an erection, but my heart was beating rapid fire, and she felt so good in my arms. When we arrived inside and the door shut behind us, I was about to put her down, but she locked her arms around my neck and murmured, "Not yet; just hold me for awhile."
Then she started lightly nuzzling my face, her whiskers and small nose tickling me. Then I felt her warmth. It was as if she could control her own body temperature - and it was warmest where I was supporting her underneath. In fact, there it was hot almost to the point of discomfort. I thought to myself "My God, she's burning up down there!" But before I could say anything, her musk scent hit me. More wild than perfume, I felt my self control and almost my consciousness slipping away. Absurdly, I was getting visions of sunlight, fields, and hay. I was swooning in almost a drugged haze as her scent surrounded us and I could feel myself getting one of the hardest erections I've ever had, and still had the decency to almost be embarrassed. The last shards of my mind were just thinking about what a pagan experience this was when her arms tightened around me, her cheek pressed against mine, tiny kisses, and one of her large feet was gently - but purposefully rubbing against my erection. As soon as I caught my breath, the musk hit sharper then ever and I fell onto the bed with her still wrapped around me. I don't remember taking off her clothes or mine. I just remember scrabbling a bit then plunging into the hottest wetness beyond anything I had been able to imagine. Then it was frenzied motion - foreplay was not even thought of nor necessary. I don't remember entering her, I was just inside her. There was a roaring in my ears, and my head felt like it was filled with warm cotton. Her fur was velvet against me, and I could feel her taking playful bites on my neck and shoulders. At some points she was mewling, at others screaming her own ecstasies. Although despite her size, her vagina was able to take all of me with little problem, the act was so violent, I felt myself bottoming out several times against her cervix and heard painful grunts in response. And then, sheer pleasure and wetness. I couldn't even count the pulses, they seemed to go on forever, each carrying my semen and sperm into the warm ocean of her depths. Then I was laying, nestled against her, vaguely aware of a milking sensation around my penis. Much later after waking fully, I remembered this, being astonished that after everything, the sheets under us were almost completely clean. My guess is her reproductive system is designed to completely absorb everything it can.
When I saw Judy again that summer, I forced myself to stay awake after our first coupling. The milking sensation was stronger than I realized before. Judy's vaginal muscles can work like those in the throat, effectively swallowing my semen upward and deeper inside. I also noticed her tummy muscles rippling and dimpling under her fur through this, not stopping until I had softened to the point where her pussy finally but gently expelled me. I reached under her to feel both of us. While we were still moist from her copious lubrication, there was no drainage or any trace of my semen.
For now between her softness and the soft milking I was feeling, I feel asleep for a short time.
When I came to, I was smelling her musk again, but not as strongly. I was on my back and she was riding me, her furry crotch massaging me. This went on until I bellowed out another orgasm. Pleasant, but not as intense or long as the first. We took each other several more times that night; when I thought I could give no more, her scent would release and bring me back to full arousal.
The third orgasm was alright.
The fourth painful.
The fifth agony.
We finally drifted off and woke the next morning. After considerable time cleaning up and grooming, I took her downstairs for breakfast - I had eggs benedict - she had a salad of greens and balsamic - but didn't care for any coffee (alas..not even Judy Hopps is perfect). Later I took her for a drive along the coast before returning her to her place in Burbank. With her schedule it's been difficult to get together, although over the summer we spent a night together again at the beach. And neither of us is exclusive, so when we do talk or get together, some of our conversation is about the others we are dating. And Judy was candid about her favorite - Nick the fox. As good as I try to be in bed, there's just no competing with that knot...
Here is our recording.. *
* The Wild Night artwork obviously got under my skin abit. Not very good artwork but there is still enough in the imagery to set fire to my imagination. Believe it or not, I made up the story in my mind while walking the hotel corridors Friday and Saturday night..
