Javon's Closet Freaks is a area dedicated to all those uninhibited, open-minded people in the world that wish to share their real life sex experiences with Javonmania's thousands of visitors. This page is intended to help educate closed-minded individuals by taking them into the closets of some of today's biggest freaks.  No story is too raunchy or perverse to be posted so let the skeletons out.  As long as it happened to you or someone you know we will post it as written to us.  No names will be posted with any stories to protect the privacy of all included .  We ask that all stories submitted be of real experiences only. No fictional stories please!  And absolutely no stories involving minors will be tolerated!

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      "Are you gonna let me in?" 

      I think, Hell Yeah 

I open the door just barely enough for you to cum in. I partially block you so that you have to brush against my breasts to get by. They instantly swell as I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you linger there. You feel the warm air escape from me - rising. You want to lean in and kiss me, just inches from my face.

                  I whisper, "Cum in" 

I can taste your breath. I can smell you - inhaling you - and it makes me dizzy so I have to move away from you. I walk first, leading you down my small foyer, passing by candles lit in my bathroom. You glance in, but not for long cuz I know you want to go back to looking at my ass - barely covered by an oversized t-shirt, which is all I have on. I can feel you close behind me, your footsteps right behind mine, your eyes burning me, looking right through me. Once inside, you peel your eyes away from me slowly, looking around. I take that time to begin breathing again, following your eyes around the small, but cozy room. 

                  "This is it" 

                  "Cute" you say, even though I know you're thinking how tiny it is.

My couch has pillows all over. You can tell I was lying there, dozing. 

                  "So, you thirsty?" 

You answer me with a pornographic grin and I can feel my face getting hot. I move toward the refrigerator cuz I'm nervous, wondering if that smile means what I think it means. I've played this scene over and over again in my head and now it's here, alive - choking me. I turn away from you and go to open the fridge door. You come up behind me and close the door slowly, hand on my hand, letting me know that what you're thirsty for isn't in there. You start to turn me around and I move slowly as if I'm afraid to see your face - cuz I know it's right there. When we finally meet eye to eye, I can't move and my breathing becomes thick. I think you're about to kiss me, but you don't. Instead you just stand there looking at me, intimidating me. I shift because the room has suddenly gotten smaller - no where for me to go, no place I'd rather be. 

Suddenly I feel your fingers as you run them through my pubic hair, tickling me. I close my eyes as you part my pussy lips to test the moisture - one finger, then two, right at my entrance - teasing me. I'm almost embarrassed cuz already my sultry waters are cascading down - pulsating my skin, washing your magic fingers. You pull them away and put them up to my mouth - sticking one finger in, then the next. I suck them like popsicles, tasting myself - you never taking your eyes off of me. You pry your fingers from my mouth cuz you want some too - so you insert your fingers again, this time your middle and ring fingers, teasing my lips with your index finger - fondling me. It doesn't take long for your fingers to get saturated again and you pull them out - this time raising them to your mouth. You lick your fingers telling me how good I taste. As you lick your fingers - still staring at me - I lean forward and kiss you while your fingers are still in your mouth - our eyes now closed - licking, lapping, my saliva mixed with yours so I can taste what you taste - trying to steal your attention away from them, a battle between lips and fingers. My kisses win as your fingers fall from your mouth, hands roaming free, discovering my hips. I hear the echo of your fingertips massaging my skin, following the flow of my curves, the roundness of my ass. 

You stop kissing me, but I can still feel your lips lingering there, my eyes still closed. You pull me closer and kneel before me, lifting my shirt up slightly, not all the way. God, I missed you. On your knees, your lips beckon at my voluptuous womanhood, sticking your face all the way inside between my legs so you can breathe me in, inhaling my tranquility. You stick your tongue inside and as you lick, kiss, suck my pussy, passion's dew rains on your tongue. You slowly move it across my clit with the lightest touch, like a bow across a violin. My stance widens as you balance on your knees before me - me pulling your head in closer with both hands cupping your face, my head falling back. The music we are creating with our moans reaches a crescendo into blazing urgency and you send me over the edge filling me with an afterglow of delicious human flame. I let out a yell and cum hard, your face glistening with my juice making my hands slip off and fall to my sides. 

But you don't stop. Instead you become hungrier, pulling me back into your face with your hands on my ass - eating it like it's a sun-ripened peach. I hear the sound of your sucking and slurping, trying to swallow it all, but I keep cumming, multi-orgasmic, you can't drink it all, I'm flowing like a river. When I can't take it anymore, my breathing staggers and my legs are getting weak. You can feel me wavering, holding me up. You finally have mercy on me and you stand slowly, watching me shake, legs quivering. You caress my hair and press your lips to my lips, telling me how beautiful I am while I taste myself on your mouth - threads of cum stretch from your lips to mine in between sweet kisses. As I start to cum down from this high, you take my hand and lead me to the couch. You sit with me standing in front of you, looking up at me, me looking down at your stunning face while you rub my thighs.

                  "You are so soft" 

You lift my shirt a little more, squeezing my ass - I can feel my heart beating between my legs. I stand you up and start to undress you, leaving your clothes where they fall, you step out of your jeans. I see that your dick is throbbing, strong, full and I grab hold and massage you - growing in one hand while I caress your balls with the other. I can feel you breathing harder and harder, lump in your throat. 

      "Let me taste you"
I sit you down, separate your legs and kneel before you, looking up at you - my eyes dancing with yours. I lean forward, my head between your legs, and I kiss him softly as he rises to meet my lips. I keep giving him soft kisses - kiss, then lick, circle the tip, kiss again, suck your balls, lap my tongue flat against the bottom of your shaft, making more juice with my mouth, licking pre-cum off the tip again, spit dripping between your ass, I lick it up, put it back in my mouth, grabbing it soft but firm, sliding my hand up and down, jerking you while I suck you harder, feeling you expanding, filling up my mouth, your abs aching from trying to hold it in. I stop and moan you taste so good and you stop breathing. Then I take you in my hand again, place my lips at your tip, open my mouth just wide enough to surround the tip and then slowly - gradually - I take all of you in - deep throating you as you watch my head move back and forth - fast then slow - deep, not letting any of it get away. You feel my lips bounce against the top and bottom of your dick, end to tip, wrapped around you, sucking like a blowpop. 

You grab my face cuz you can't take it anymore, you can feel it cumming. I slowly lift myself up and lean you back, you lying there as I crawl on top of you, straddling you while your feet still rest on the floor. I'm dripping juice on your stomach as I hold your hands back above your head, my prisoner. As I look into your eyes, I lean forward and lick your lips, suck them full in mine. I’m your master.

You pull me to you, trying to push inside of me, but I resist, using my thighs to hold me just above your dick, standing at attention – making you want me more. 

                  “You have to ask me nicely” 

                  -“please...let me feel you” 

I inch down slowly, dick at my butterfly wings...and I balance myself there.

                  “pleease” 

Slowly, I let you insert an inch into my opening, feeling your pulse beating around my walls. 

                  “pleeeeeeeeeeease!” 

Now you're begging - I love it. So since you asked me nicely, slowly I lower myself on you completely, the warmth of my kitty kat - swollen and juicy - making you suck in a moan and flutter your eyes. I pull off my shirt and I ride. Roll on top of you - a sexy rodeo, while you rub my breasts, stroking them as I lean back and rest my hands on your thighs. I take your right hand and I lick your fingers, making them sticky. Then I take your thumb, suck it, and then lead it down to my clit, rubbing it with your thumb, showing you how to please me. That slight stimulation makes me feel as if my clit will pop, your dexterity driving me wild. Juice gets thicker, flowing downward.

      "Cum all over me...make me wet"
I rock harder, breathing deeper, thrusts stronger, rolling on my g-spot. I start shaking, head back, tits bouncing all over the place. I grab them, push them close together creating two mounds and like chocolate, I lick one, then the other, making you salivate cuz you want them in your mouth. But I'm stingy, keeping them to myself. 

I keep rolling while you hold me up. I feel it beginning to creep...up...my...thighs...the tingles are coming back as if they remember the first orgasm - only this time it's more intense. I lean forward, put your hands back behind your head and fuck you like a banshee, my sweat dripping on your chest, breathing uncontrollable, faster, faster...my movements become erratic, moving my hands to your chest. Electricity shoots from my thighs, through my pussy, up my spine into euphoria. My vision is blurred, I realize I'm still moving on top of you, unable to slow myself down, aftershocks after the quake ripple through me. 

As I try to regain my composure, you bring me down, roll me over, tracing your hand down the center of my back, gliding it over my ass, resting it there. I turn to look at your fine ass, the expression in your eyes making me warm all over. You climb on my backside, your hard dick resting between my ass cheeks, and start rubbing my shoulders, hair, back. You lean down to kiss the back of my neck and tingles crawl down my arms to the palms of my hands, making me grip the sheets as goosebumps scratch the surface. You ask if you can take me from behind, and before I can muster an answer, you slide back, lift up off me, on your knees and spread my legs apart and lift me slightly and start to suck me again from behind. I bury my face in the pillow as I feel the heat rising between my legs yet again. After a few minutes you retreat and place your first two fingers where your tongue was, keeping the sensation alive. You stroke me til I cum again... moaning incomprehensibilities. You pull me up and back so that I'm on all fours, and enter me, causing a suction sound as you enter and exit, leaving no air between us. My pussy swallows you whole as my head rocks back. You spread my ass cheeks apart so you can watch your long dick go in and out, turning you on even more, each time cumming out with more of my juice down your shaft, gleaming ambrosia thick. Then you squeeze my ass back together, tight, lifting them, smacking me, spanking me like I stole something - causing a sting to dash through my legs. You push my shoulders down more, lower, head all the way down turned sideways, ass all up in the air, biting lips, eyes clenched shut, trying to keep from flying off the bed. My backside is all you see as you thrash against me - me pushing back, showing you I can take it, arms keeping me steady. You reach down around my stomach, finding my clit again - you have my body memorized. You pinch it, stroke it while you love me from behind. I become wild with pleasure from double stimulation and cum all over you again, causing the muscles in my pussy to contract around you. This catches you by surprise, almost makes you cum with me - so you flip me over, lift my legs and place my ankles on your shoulders, knees by the sides of my face. You lean forward, bring your face to mine and give me a long, tongue massaging kiss before you raise back up onto your knees, my ankles still on your shoulders. You move your hands down the back of my thighs and cradle my ass and you enter - dipping and diving like you’re digging for oil. You're focused on me, a visual delicacy. I feel you throbbing, swelling, deeper...deeper....haaarder....until...until....you move...past...my...third...wall - causing a pleasurable pain that makes me cry. The pain subsides and gives way to yet another round of orgasmic waves cumming my way. We build to that climax together and I squeeze my pussy as tight as she can, an iron grip, as if I was molded just for you. Just then, you pump me full of wonderous warm juices, so much that I can push you back and let you lean forward to my face and let me take the rest in my mouth, letting it drip down my chin onto the pillows. You wipe my mouth slowly, gently and kiss me, sopping up my wetness. You make room for your legs, ease back and rest on my stomach, my arms draped over your collarbone, legs wrapped around you like ribbons. Your breathing becomes in sync with mine as you listen to my heartbeat trying to find its normal pace. You look at me, our eyes reflect a cognizance of each other. Satisfied.

            "I'll take that drink now."

 

Slowly coming out
By a closet freak

 Now, it took me fifty years to come out of the closet. Lost friends, ecspecially the last few days. I never could figure out why I was unlike my friends that always complained that they were sick of sex. This just doesn't regester. I always want my husbands(7), boyfriend, lovers, to take me at any time, almost any where. Cooking, cleaning, sleeping, working, shoping, eating, I just didn;t care when. It was the men that would rather have the remote, sleep, and eat than sex. I stayed to myself and wouldn't speak of my feelings because I was raised this was not proper and sex was for the men not women.
   I have slowly been coming out, expermenting and found men are full of shit. They want to brag how the can cut the meat--yea, okay then. They can give a woman what they need: NOT.
   I now have been more satisfied, the last few days at the words of a Master.(my new Master) than anyman has gotten close to. Like I said--Masters words---This is sad that men have given up on life in my book. I want so much more out of life. I am not the only woman that feels this way.
 
So now I have started my training under my Masters directions and finallly I feel free. I Know I can withstand  anything in my life now. I do plan that in the near future to go to him to further my training and get all the freaky sex I want...It is not a sin to be so addicted, It is a sin to hide in fear and grow old and lonly...Not any more...
Thank Javon for all you have done as a friend to help me see I have every right to be different and free of guilt. You are a special friend and I love you Sir....




In an Alley
by a closet freak