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Posted:Aug 14, 2012 9:38 am
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She sat on the edge of the bed, expectant. She knew what she was doing but still, she was a tad timid. She hadn't done this before. It feel so naughty. She blushed when she remembered the pictures in the emails. They had been mostly one sided because he really could only send her so many different views. Let's face it, there are only so many penis pictures you want to see... The real thing is so much better.
She heard the door open, maybe some bags set down and the door close.
"Hello?"
"I'm up here."
The rustling of bags happened again and the noise made her tingle with excitement. She knew he was on his way up to her and could hear him getting closer as he climbed up the stairs. Slowly the door opened and he peeked his head in.
"Hi there."
She smiled shyly at him. My he was handsome. His pictures didn't do him justice. In her head she was thinking she should jump up and rip his clothes off, but in reality she just sat there, watching him. He put his briefcase down, took his jacket off and laid it acrossed the chair. Then his shoes, in the closet. When he came out he was only in his underwear and he clearly had an erection.
He approached the bed. Taking her stocking clad leg and lifting it in his hands, he rubbed her calf up to her thigh. She didn't have any underwear on she he had a clear view of her pussy. Freshly shaved.
"You smell... Enchanting. A mix of perfume and the musky scent of desire. Your pussy is wet. I can tell from here. May I lick it?"
She nodded her head and he gently pushed her back on the bed. Slowly his tongue trailed up the stocking. The excited was enthralling. Her head was spinning with the adrenaline. He teased her lips with gentle licks and she moaned softly.
"Oh you like that?"
She nodded her head and he continued his decent. She felt his finger gently part her lips and slowly dip into her wet hole.
"My my... Even more expectant than I thought..."
He pulled his finger out, sticking in his mouth and exclaiming with a broad smile, "Delicious! I do believe I am going to have more."
His face plunged in between her thighs and he began furiously licking and sucking her clit. She arched her back and her legs quaked. Her body trembled as she started to cum. He thrust two fingers inside and rubbed her g spot causing her to thrash about a bit as she screamed out. Her orgasm coursed through her but didn't let up. Wave over wave of shivering delight racked into her very core.
Suddenly he pulled his fingers out and moved to stand in front of her spread thighs.
"I'm going to fuck you until you are spent. Ready?"
He quickly plugged into her and she heard a hushed groan. The lull in the ecstasy didn't last long. He obviously knew what he was doing because she felt the wind up and here was the pitch. This man was making a home run. She tensed up as she began to cum.
"Yes... Yes... Oh yes... Oh YES!"
She wiggled and moaned as her body surrendered to it. Her hips bucked up to meet each thrust as his breath became ragged. She wanted it. She wanted to know that she made him cum. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust harder. A low growl started to come from his throat. It increased to a groan and finally a deep, guttural cry. He slammed into her, hard one last time as his cock throbbed it's release.
He leaned onto her, his breathing heavy. Gently, he kissed each of her hard nipples. Pulling himself off and out of her, he gave her a towel and walked into the bathroom.
"So did you want to make this a regular thing?" she asked as she shimmied back into her dress.
He smiled at her and said, "See you next week?"
Grabbing her purse off the dresser, she smiled and nodded in agreement. She had a feeling this would be an excellent arrangement...
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I am really starting to wonder if ladies forgot how to be ladies.
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Posted:Aug 5, 2011 10:14 am
Last Updated:Aug 5, 2011 10:16 am
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Hello there all... Yes I know I never post so this probably will never be read but I think this is something to seriously ponder. This was not even born out of a sexual nature, however I had the strangest conversation. Someone was showing me how their friend did something to them and touched my arm. The immediate response was, "you have the softest skin."
Of course I was stumped. I don't think my skin is all that silky soft but then they proceeded to comment on my choice of clothes as well as the fact that my nails were painted and longer and toes matched. Well all I can say is the nails being painted is rare but I do enjoy it every so often, although the nails are always long.
So I started to investigate. Do women use lotions, perfumes, nail polish, make up or anything on a regular basis anymore? Most of my friends say no. That's both the male and female side of friends. I hear over and over from women, "Oh he doesn't care what I look like." Then I hear from the men, "Well when we first dated..."
Trust me ladies, THEY CARE. I'm not saying you have to do it every day, but come on. Just once in a while. Get out the pretty smelling lotion, splash on a bit of body cologne, a little mascara, a touch of lip gloss. Oh and don't forget to hike them boobies up! Men like to see that cleavage ladies.
I'm going to go ponder this some more while you ponder this...
She walked through the double swinging doors of this saloon. She had her sights set the second she laid eyes on him. He was her target.
"Hey there sexy... How's about you buy me a drink?"
He looked up at her from where he sat at the bar.
"It's not polite to wear your hat inside."
She slipped her hat from her head and sat on the stool next to him.
"Ya know if these dumb fantasy things are going to work you have to play along. I feel really dumb out here in the middle of no where, wearing this stupid get up, in a dumb old dried up desert."
He glanced over at her.
"Bartender. Get this pretty little lady a drink."
She moved her stool closer to him.
"I would have thought you would be more of a dance hall girl opposed to a cowgirl. I mean really..."
"Oh please! Some dude out of a for months at a time isn't going to be THAT picky."
"Still... He'd be more inclined if the lady acted like a lady instead of cattle wrangler."
"I'll wrangle your cattle..."
She muttered some more stuff under her breath as she drank her beer. This whole thing was his dumb idea. Most people try role playing like nurse or french maid or something but noooooo! He drags her all the way out here to the stinking desert to play dress up like cowboys and indians. She was not amused in the least.
"Look. I'm going back to the hotel. I don't find this fun or amusing or even adventurous."
After a long hot shower, a large glass of water and some lotion, she felt much better. The desert was dry and so was she. Plane rides, taxi rides, rides but no cock ride. What a waste of a trip. She heard a knock on the door and threw a robe on to answer it. She opened the door and there stood her cowboy.
"Hello."
"Howdy little lady."
He tipped his hat in her direction but didn't take it off as he stepped in. He removed his coat and threw it over the arm of the couch.
"What brings you to these parts?"
"I reckon I owe you an apology among other things."
"Oh really?"
"Yes... Yes I do. I drug you out here on the premise of adventure. I think we crossed wires on what each of us was expecting."
She nodded in agreement but really she wasn't hearing much of what he was saying. He looked so damn handsome. All rugged and in that get up. She could feel herself getting wet at the sight of him. He leaned in to kiss her and she wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck, bringing him to her. Her softness against his hardness was enough to drive him insane.
"Is that a gun in your holster or are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
He undid the belt of her robe, pushed it from her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Her nipples were hard so he reached out and pinched one.
"Turn around."
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. She leaned on the arm of the sofa and exposed her pussy to him.
"Mmmm... I'm going fuck that pussy."
She almost squeeled with delight. He rubbed his cock along her slit to get it good and wet, then slipped it between her throbbing lips. She let out a loud moan as soon as he pushed his way into her. Her pussy pulsed on his cock. She had cum already.
"Oh baby... Fuck me nice and hard. I want you so bad."
He grabbed her shoulder with one hand and a hip with the other and began fucking her hard. His balls slapped her pussy as his cock plunged deep into her hole. She screamed out. He fucked harder.
"Cum for me!"
Her cum was dripping down his balls as she screamed, over and over. His cockk throbbed. He was going to cum. He pulled out and with a jerk or two, cum went flying onto her butt cheeks and back.
"Shower time."
He smacked her ass as he wandered by.
"I could really use a shave too. This whole thing has been fun but man! I think I'd rather stick to city life."
She shook her head and headed to her own bathroom to clean up as he kept talking.
"Cowboy my ass..."
See ladies and gentlemen? Sometimes it can even be all about what you wear.
And in case anyone wonders... I did not steal this story from another blog. I am LTP. {=}
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Will you please fuck my husband???
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Posted:Jul 29, 2011 6:50 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2012 12:49 pm
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Dear Lord,
How hard is it to find someone to screw my husband??
Sincerely,
Timeforfun219
So we have been here for I don't know... ages?? I need to find women who want to do the nasty with my husband. He's good looking ladies! And... there is none of that post sex make him feel good etc. He is a fuck and run. However he will be nice and sweet and caring and all that bs.
If you need convincing I can totally get you some references. 
Come on ladies! Let's jump on this opportunity, literally.
Thanks.
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Fighting your way through a brain fart...
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Posted:Feb 16, 2011 8:43 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2011 10:23 am
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So I've been writing this blog... For like 3 days. I just can't seem to make it come together. I'm not sure why. Maybe I have writer's block. Funny term isn't it? That and cock blocked. And "go shit in your hat". Who wants to go to the bathroom in their own hat??
All I can say is today would be a good day for a red headed slut... And I'm not talking about the drink. Too bad my "date" tonight is straight. LOL No seriously I would never do that. Maybe after a few drinks I can go home and get lucky. 
"Sometimes you feel like a nut... Sometimes a cock."
"Did I hear you right?"
"Ummm yes?"
"I thought you were singing a jingle."
"I was. I just modified it for my own personal preference."
."Oh so today we're into cock?"
"Today I am into whatever I feel like being into."
She grinned. She knew he always had a hang up about her discussing things like this out in the open. Here they were sitting in a nice restaurant having lunch and she's humming jingles about cocks and balls. Her grin became wider.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing. Why would you assume I'm up to something?"
"Maybe it's that shit eating grin on your face."
"Now that's a foul expression."
"Quack. Quack."
They both erupted into laughter just as the waitress walked up. She chuckled at them both.
"Hi my name is Sheila and I'll be your server. Can I start you off with something to drink?"
"I'll have an ice water and a red headed slut."
"It's a little early for shots isn't Amanda?"
"Who said anything about shots?"
They all three laughed. She looked at the waitress and batted her eye lashes.
"Well aren't you just a pretty little thing. My my and you have red hair."
"Amanda I do believe you are making her blush."
"I would much rather be making her wet."
Shelia left to get them their drinks and returned with them and to take their order. Amanda noticed that a few more buttons were undone on Shelia's blouse and she had a peak at the lacy bra underneath.
"Are we seriously the only ones here?"
"Actually I sent the cook and the hostess home until dinner service. See I'm also the manager..."
"So then... Can I hear the specials?"
John kicked back in his chair and watched these two spar for a few moments. He knew he was in for a show.
"We have a nice appetizer today of breasts."
Shelia opened her shirt and slipped her gorgeous globes out of the lacy cups. She pinched both nipples and Amanda licked her lips.
"For a main course we have pussy. Freshly shaved and au jus."
She put her leg up on the chair next to Amanda, hiked her skirt up and put her wet pussy right in her face. Amanda leaned in and lightly licked the crack. She dipped her finger in Shelia's pussy and offered it to John to lick.
"Wanna taste?"
"Why don't you eat it for me and then come kiss me?"
Shelia slid up onto the table top and spread her thighs in front of Amanda. She didn't waste any time and dove right in. Licking her from clit to ass over and over. She wrapped her lips around Shelia's clit and sucked until she was screaming.
Shelia motioned for John to join in. She could see his hard cock just bulging to get out of those pants. She undid the button and zipper on his pants and set it free.
"Mmmm... Amanda can I have some of that?"
"In your mouth or in your pussy?"
"Ohhhh in my pussy. I really really need to get fucked."
Amanda was happy to oblige. She moved out of the way so John could position himself in front of Shelia. His cock slid easily into her well licked pussy and he pumped her good and hard. Shelia kissed Amanda and John together as she fingered Amanda's hole.
Amanda fucked herself on Shelia's finger as Shelia fucked herself on John's cock.
"Oh fuck... Fuck fill me with your cum!"
John didn't want to disappoint. He pumped harder and faster until his balls tightened and his cock twitched.
"Here I cum!"
Shelia fucked Amanda's pussy harder as they kissed, moaning in each other's mouths. Amanda came as John came and the excitement of it all sent Shelia over the edge.
After the all straightened up and settled down Shelia offered to make them some food before the left.
"It's on the house sweeties. And feel free to come back anytime."
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No shirt, no shoes, no socks... no sex. :P
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Posted:Feb 12, 2011 7:22 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2011 10:23 am
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Sometimes you feel like a nut... Sometimes you don't. No no this isn't a commercial for candy bars. It's actually just a lead into a blog that no one reads anymore. *sigh* Well my husband does... I actually have several blogs, and a facebook, and a twitter and a tumblr and...
Ok enough of that. Let's just say I like to have a lot of creative outlets for my incessant chatter. I sit alone all day. I need SOMETHING to do! So I blog. And post. And tweet. And tumble. And there I go again...
Too much damn coffee. Gesh.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Too much coffee."
"Hmph. That's not good."
"Yeah well... My mind is going faster then my fingers can keep up."
"So what do you plan on doing with all the extra energy?"
"Maybe go run around the block a few times."
She cracked up laughing. He knew she wasn't serious but hey she couldn't help herself. What was the point of living if not for laughter?
"Actually I was thinking you could go get naked, lay on the bed and wait for me to come molest you."
"Wait for you? How about we just go together?"
"No I think it would more fun if you went up first."
He eyed her suspiciously.
"Go on. Go up. Naked. Totally naked. No socks."
"No socks? Why no socks?"
"Socks on during sex is just weird. Now go."
She gave him a smack on the ass to add emphasis to her demand. He headed towards the stairs and turned back to say something. As soon as he opened his mouth she cut him off.
"Go!"
He unwillingly went up and began to undress. For a moment he considered leaving his socks on but quickly decided against it then pulled back the covers and laid down on the bed.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Ok here I come."
She tore into the room, jumped onto the bed, dove under the covers and snuggled up next to him. He rolled over to kiss her.
"Honey? Honeeeey?"
Her eyes fluttered open for a second and then closed again. Her breathing was soft and even. Asleep. She had fallen asleep.
"Guess the coffee wore off."
Some days it isn't about the sex but about the anticipation... And I must say I have awesome cleavage today!
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Mamma said there'd be days like this...
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Posted:Feb 8, 2011 7:16 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 3:23 pm
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Ever had a day? A week? Well mine seems to starting off as a year! So far it's been up on one side, down on another. I really would just love a nice even keel. Maybe I should take up sailing then?
She came up from the cabin below and looked around. Finally calm seas. A bright full moon hung over head, glistening on the water. What a beautiful night following such a rough day. The sea had been turbulent but here in this peaceful little cove it was almost magical.
She walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his neck.
"How goes it Captain?"
He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I was wondering when my first mate would appear."
"I told you when you stopped moving the boat! Ugh! I don't have very good sea legs that's for sure."
"Well let me make it up to you."
He kissed her lightly. She looked up at him in the dim light.
"Sit down. Over there. On the couch."
He did as she requested and she followed him. Kneeling down in front of him, she undid his pants and wrapped her hand around his cock. She rubbed up and down the shaft a bit before freeing it from it's confines.
"And what are you going to do with that?"
Her head bowed down and she teased the tip with her tongue, twirling it around the edge. Her lips wrapped around it, taking it deeper. Up and down over and over she sucked.
"Hey now if you don't stop that...."
She pulled her mouth away and stood, dropping her shorts to the deck. She straddled his lap, spread her lips and engulfed his cock in her pussy. Slowly she sat until she had all of him tightly inside of her. She moved slowly, with purpose, grinding her clit against him. Then slightly faster, gaining momentum as she felt the swell of his head and the throb of his impending explosion.
He begged her to cum so he could release. She smiled and continued to assail his senses. Touch, taste, smell, sight... And now hearing. She whispered softly in his ear, "Cum for me."
And he did. With a rush, the dam broke and he flooded her pussy with his cum. She let out a cry as her own orgasm crashed over her like the waves of the ocean.
Afterwards they laid peacefully together on the couch staring up at the stars until the finally drifted off to sleep.
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There's an art to good cleavage...
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Posted:Feb 4, 2011 8:11 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2011 10:24 am
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Yes I did just say that! It's true. There is an art to it. Also required is a good bra. As we women get older we know that things tend to want to gravitate to the middle to lower regions. So to maintain that illusion of really great boobs you have to learn the art of cleavaging.
It begins simple enough. Go to the bra store. Find a sales person with a tape measurer and have her give you the perfect size for you. Now go find a bra exactly one size smaller. And no I don't mean if it's a C buy a B. I mean if they say 38 buy a 36.
Now take that bra home and put it on. After clasping it, look in the mirror. Any cleavage? A little? Ok. Now take your left hand and reach into the right hand side of the cup of the bra and pull your boob up and over. Repeat on the left side with your right hand.
See? Now you have perfect cleavage!
He nuzzled down between those two soft pillows of flesh. They smelled good. They looked good. They felt good. His finger ran along the lacy line of her bra.
"Take it off."
She undid the hook and let it fall to the floor.
"You have amazing nipples."
She laughed as his head bent down and he gently kissed both of them. He nibbled her flesh and she moaned. She wanted him. Badly. Their bodies were close, wrapped up in the sheets and blanket and she could feel his cock stir.
He moved so he was over her and kissed her neck. He continued to kiss her lower, then sucked on each nipple in turn. His cock was hard, she was eager so she wrapped her legs around his and pulled him into her. With a few slow teasing stabs, he slipped between the wet folds of her pussy.
Slowly they moved together. Shallow then deep, soft then hard. They increased the pace as moans became louder. She grabbed his face and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him fiercely. Her moans became wails and she fucked him harder.
His cock slammed in and out of her and her hips rocked to meet each thrust. He pulled her closer and thrust deeper. He came hard and she came with him. He laid his head down on her chest again.
"They aren't pillows and you can't sleep on them. This is a no drool zone."
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Ever just had
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Posted:Jan 31, 2011 6:22 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 3:23 pm
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Yeah me neither... I seem to be having one of those lives. It sucks being sexless (well not totally sexless if you count spouse sex.) even when on a website like this. Why am I sexless you ask?
Bad timing. Bad health. Bad karma maybe. I'm not sure.... Years ago when I first joined this site it was easy to hook up, meet up, join up, sack up, shack up... You name it, I did it. Now there is work, , work, life... Headaches, back aches, foot aches... I need a vacation.
Anyone want to take me away???
She rolled over in bed and blinked at the clock. Already??? How the hell could it be time to get up? She just went to bed!
She threw the covers off and padded around to the bathroom, stepping inside before turning on the light. Didn't want to wake up grouchy. She started the shower and waited for it to warm up, yawning the whole time. Another day...
Stepping into the shower was like an instant jolt of energy. The hot water trickled down her skin in a luxurious way. She lathered up, rinsed off, shaved some body parts and hopped out. No time to play
She towel dried herself, rubbed lotion on and got dressed. Hair. Check. Make up. Check. Earrings. Check. Lights off and out into the bedroom.
"Did you happen to look outside this morning?"
She was startled that he was awake.
"No why would I?"
"Because apparently it snowed last night."
"Damn it. How much?"
"A lot. Now get your ass back in bed."
"But I'm dressed. And showered. And..."
He grabbed her and pulled her back into bed.
"Mmmm... You smell nice."
"Of course I do. I was all ready for work."
He nuzzled her neck and kissed it lightly. She laughed and scrunched up, pushing his head away.
"I don't think so..."
He pulled her closer, started to remove her blouse, unbuttoned her pants. She wasn't putting up much of a fight. He slipped her pants off and dove in between her thighs. His tongue found her clit and teased it unmercifully. She cried out as he skillfully licked and sucked every inch of her throbbing pussy.
"Stop stop! I can't take it. I want you."
He helped her divest herself of the remainder of her clothes, exposing her big hard nipples. His mouth clamped down and he sucked the right one hard.
"Mmmm... Now the left."
He nibbled his way to her other breast and sucked on that nipple for a moment. She wrapped herself around him and pulled him into her. His cock penetrated her dripping pussy as she pulled him closer and she let out a gasp.
He positioned himself above her and looked down with a quirky little smile. She knew what he was thinking. He got his way after all. His head dipped down and he kissed her, gently at first then with more force, more lust. She moaned as he wrapped his arms around her and began to thrust harder and harder.
"Yes yes.... Ohhhhh yes!"
He knew she was cumming, from the moans, the pulsing, the throbbing. She was trying to make him cum, milking his cock with her pussy. He pulled back and plunged hard and deep into her and released with a groan before collapsing on top of her.
They kissed. He nuzzled her neck and then rolled over to his side of the bed.
"Ok feel free to go about your business now. I'm going back to bed."
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Been a long time....
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Posted:Jan 29, 2011 8:21 am
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2011 8:30 am
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I'm not even sure I remember how to do this! It's been so long. I will tell you I have all but forgotten how to type on a real keyboard. 99% of my time is spent on a blackberry so I shift when I shouldn't, I expect auto correct to save me and all the beginnings of my sentences to be automatically capitalized (oh and those pesky "i" things. Other than that I'm good.
I am currently having a love/hate relationship with our sleep number bed. He loves it. I hate it. Honestly I don't completely hate it BUT why do we own one when he sleeps with it up on 100? We could just have a firm mattress with a pillow top and save me the trouble of never having actually figured out my perfect number???? I mean let's face it... 5 years and still don't have the number picked? Seems like failure if you ask me.
I am in heat. I am.
I woke up this morning with a burning desire between my legs. I need to get laid tonight. I want to get laid tonight. I will get laid tonight. I am so hungry for a man's hard shaft of pleasure I'm not sure I will make it until tonight. In fact, I'm certain I won't make it. It's going to be a long day at work. I've already decided that I'm going to stop by the local pick up joint pub after work and see if I can pick up a hot man to satisfy my craving. Until then, I've got to keep my libido in check.
Heat. That's how they describe animals that are about to mate. Apt description I think as I touch my steaming zone of pussy. Pussy. Another well-chosen word, as I stretch with feline grace and wish for a sandpaper tongue to lick myself with. Oh goodness, I'm horny today. Horny, another word that conjures sexual imagery. What I wouldn't give for a good horn rammed deep inside my pussy that is in heat. What on earth am I going to do today?
My fingers spread my pussy lips as I slide into the familiar zone of keen arousal. Damn, I need a thicker and longer finger. No, it's not my finger I need. I need a cock. A rock hard, throbbing mass of pulsating flesh. I need a man, and I need him bad. Bucking my hips wildly, as if I'm being fucked, I grind my palm harder against my clit. My finger teases my g-spot and I feel a tingle begin. My juices flow freely over my hands anointing them with my liquid heat. I finish a quick orgasm but look forward to more as my day progresses.
I start the shower and the bathroom fills with steam. This looks like a job for Mr. Shower Massager. I let the warm water beat against my clit repeatedly as I rub the foamy soap, making my hand slide with erotic lubrication until I achieve orgasm number two. Of course there are solo orgasms and duet orgasms. This will do for now, since I know what my true goal for the day is.
I'm still aching for more. I pat myself dry from the shower and search for my ben wah balls. I love how they vibrate inside me and duplicate the twinges of arousal. Deftly inserting the balls into my slippery void, they give a temporary solution to, and permanent reminder of the need to have something in there. I know that they will keep my desires hot throughout my day at work.
I dress in a manner that will keep my stimulation simmering. I skip the bra, and put on a thin silk shell. I shiver as the fabric rubs over my exposed nipples. I cover my shell with a modest blazer, to be promptly removed after work. I put on my panties and realize that my pussy has to breathe today. The heat is stifling her and she needs all the help she can get. I take them off them as rapidly as I put them on. That will also save time when I find the solution to my problem. I choose an above the knee skirt and instead of pantyhose, I wear my garter belt and snap on stockings. I am ultra aware of the taut elastic rubbing my thighs and the slippery stocking making my legs feel like I'm walking on air. The silk top continues to caress my nipples, the jacket lends an air of professionalism, my garter belt recalls how amazing my legs are, while the air teases my steamy hot flower of lust. I'm finally ready to go to work.
I wonder if I'll even be able to concentrate on work, I'm both excited and apprehensive about what I have committed to for the end of my day. I grab my handbag, find my keys, slide into my car, and as I grab the smooth stick shift, a sly smile dances across my face. All things phallic are going to be jumping out at me today; I just know it. Feeling the round head in my hand, I grip with confidence and throw my car into reverse. With a rev of the engine and a squeal of my tires, I'm ready to roll.
I get stopped in construction, but oh baby, what a view! There is a shirtless man poking up from a manhole. I openly gaze with admiration at his sculpted muscles and firm chest until a car horn behind me sounds impatiently. What's the matter; can't a girl enjoy a little eye candy? Putting the car back into gear, I wickedly think how good it's going to feel to put some fleshy knob into my grip and not this hard plastic one. Although, any port in a storm… Stop already. Keep driving! I admonish myself. I squeeze my thighs together and remind myself that good things come to those who wait.
Pulling into a parking space at work I think about the way my car slides into the opening until it comes to a rest. I open my car door and I swing one leg out. My skirt slides up my thigh, revealing the bottom of my garter belt. My thighs feel a hint of the cool breeze during their momentary exposure and I catch a waft of my arousal. Do I really smell like sex or are my senses just heightened? My heels hit the blacktop and I stand, swaying, nearly intoxicated by lust. Steady girl.
I never gave much thought to the idea of subliminal advertisements until I got dressed this morning, knowing that I am subliminally advertising all my desires, and that the suggestion will only build as the day continues. Sex sells on so many levels. Looking at an ad for an airline company, I cannot help but notice how much the jet looks like… a hard missile of penetration.
Oh dear. Will I make it through my day? After a meeting, I make my way to the restroom. Closing the door of my stall, I hike my skirt up and look down at my exposed pussy. I wonder what my co-workers would say if I came back out of the restroom without my skirt or jacket, with just the thin silk shell, garter belt and stockings and heels... my naked pussy revealed for all the world. She's in charge today and wants to come out and play. I've got get back to work and get my mind out of the gutter. Giving my happy girl a little conciliatory tap, I remind her that we're going to play after work, to just be patient. The ben wah balls quiver and I feel a spasm to keep me going.
I busy myself the rest of the morning until it's lunchtime. I smile with glee imagining the muscled Mediterranean Sam, the deli man, where I get my sandwich. Heading to the deli down the street, my ultra sexual awareness notices every man and sees something about him that I desire. I arrive at the deli and the air conditioner makes my nipples perk even more through the thin shell. I catch Sam's familiar eye and sparkling smile. While I wait in line, I look at the large sausages and thick, long rolls of lunch meat. Thank goodness mind reading isn't part of Sam's service. Or is it?
Finally, I'm holding my number at the counter, ready to tell Sam what I want.
"Hi ya babe, the usual?" he inquires.
"No Sam, today I'd like something with a little more spice in it. How about the Peppered Roast Beef. On sourdough. With a side of the mixed olives."
"Now that is a hearty appetite for you."
"Let's just say I'm hungry today. Thanks Sam."
I return to my musings as I watch Sam's broad shoulders slice the roast beef. The tender red middle of the meat with the spicy condiment nestled in the tangy bread is nearly enough sensory overload. But everyone knows what they say about olives being an aphrodisiac. As if I need that.
Sam hands me my sandwich wrapped in crisp white paper and I cannot wait to go sit down and sink my teeth into it. I savor my lunch all the time counting the remaining hours until I get what my appetite really is hungry for. I cannot wait until I walk into that bar and lay my eyes on the man who is going to satiate my hunger tonight. I am a woman obsessed. I squirm in my seat and the ben wah balls stir up subtle vibrations as I feel myself inhaling deeply to regain my composure.
The rest of the day progresses with steamy thoughts and aching desires but I quell them with the gentle reminder that I have a solution. The workday is nearly over and my heat is now at a fever pitch. I press my legs tightly together and do a few kegels, which sends erotic shivers though my insides. Walking rapidly to my car, I toss the demure jacket in the backseat, no longer needing even a veil of propriety. Additionally, my temperature is significantly higher as my mind races more towards my goal. My nipples perk as the silk fabric caresses them and my arousal erects them. I feel practically naked and cannot wait until I actually am.
Parking my car on the gravel parking lot of my favorite watering hole, I confidently assure myself that what I need is right inside those doors. I won't need the balls anymore, and I reach between my legs and give the string a little tug. They slide right out from my petals and land in my hand. My juices are all over them and I quickly stick my toy into the glove box. My hand smells like female desire, as I rub my hands together. I wonder if the man who touches my hand first will smell and know what I've been doing?
Swinging open the door to the bar, and I make my way through the dim interior until my eyes focus on the perfect combination to quell my desires, a man with incredible potential along with the empty barstool next to him. Serendipity! He has cuffed up shirtsleeves, broad shoulders, and chiseled features. Dark hair and the most incredible eyes I've ever seen. They seem to be a golden brown. He is sipping some sort of margarita. Kismet! I sashay over as I feel the eyes of all the men in the room staring in my direction. I guess it's not too hard to spot a woman on the prowl if one is paying attention.
We catch each other's eye with a look of unstated sexual recognition. He will do perfectly.
"Is this seat taken?" I ask in my most enticing voice.
"Only if you take it," the object of my desire answers back.
"Well thank you then, I will." I subtly swing my leg over the backless seat, in a modified straddle until I settle onto the seat, with nothing but my skirt separating me from the hard polished oak of the stool.
The man flags the bartender over. "Whatever the lady would like… please."
Oh as if he doesn't know, I think silently. I tell the bartender, "I would like an amaretto sour, with an extra cherry, please." I giggle to myself that I'm actually going to do that silly party trick where I tie the cherry stem in a knot. It never fails to send all sorts of signals about the things I can do with my tongue.
My drink arrives and I smile warmly at the man next to me. I wonder if he knows what I have in mind. Without saying a word, but never breaking eye contact, I lift the cherry into my mouth. Sliding the shiny crimson fruit past my lips, I open my mouth slightly and pluck the cherry from the stem. I lick my lips where the juice touches them and slowly bite the cherry, sending an explosion of sweet juices over my taste buds. I swallow the fruit and then pop the stem in my mouth. The man watches in awe. Keeping my lips closed the only thing that is visible is a few movements from inside my mouth. Mission accomplished. I part my lips and put my fingers to them as I gently pull out the cherry stem tied into a perfect knot. Like some sort of trophy, I place it on his drink napkin and turn back to my drink, never uttering a word.
"You've quite a talented tongue," he chuckles.
Yes, it worked! I think. "Thank you, just something I picked up in my travels."
"What else have you picked up?"
The double entendres flow as smoothly as the drinks. Boldly, I rotate my stool half a turn so I am facing him. I lay my hand on his knee let out a sultry laugh, "Don't you mean whom? And if that is the case, I'm hoping it's you."
I spread my legs a little and slide forward so my knees are on each side of his knees. His hand touches my hand and I grab it with confidence. The cherry stem trick does it every time. I'm vamping it a little and I pull my hand away so that his hand is on my bare thigh, just above my knee. I wonder how long before he realizes that I am not wearing panties.
"You are the sexiest, most confident woman I believe I've ever encountered."
"I'm just used to getting what I need." As I say that, I lean in towards him whispering, "For example…"
My voice trails off and I slide my leg over his so that his hand travels up my thigh.
His rough hand squeezes my inner thigh and I moan softly. I'm so close to what I need and I've waited all day. "I need a man tonight, will you give me what I need?"
I part my legs a little more so that he gets the idea that I want him to feel her. I sit in such a way that his hand is camouflaged from the rest of the room and coax him with my body language to touch me there. With just the tip of his finger, he strokes between my slit. I shudder.
"Ohhhhh, wow. That was it, what I need. Can we please get out of here?"
The man pulls his hand back out and places his wet finger on first my lips, then his, almost making a shhhh sign. Our connection is sealed, as I lock eyes with him and watch him run his tongue over his lips, while he leans towards me for a kiss. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth with urgency, mimicking what I want him to do with his hard cock at the first opportunity. We start making out with wild abandon. Oh I've thought about this all day. I've wanted this all day. I've needed this all day. This man is mine.
We breathlessly part and I gaze down at his hands. Such strong powerful hands. The sort of hands you want to hold you forever. Something shiny catches my eye.
"Nice ring," I say casually.
"Thanks, it's just a little something my wife picked out for me on our wedding day. Do you like her taste?"
"It is obviously exquisite. She chose you."
"You should see her, she's incredible. And you really should see her in a skirt, particularly when paired with garters and stockings. I cannot help but notice, your ring is similar. I'd almost imagine they came together," the man answers with a grin.
"I would imagine that same thing. But why are we discussing our spouses? I'm here to get laid, are you interested?"
"I'd be a crazy man to turn down an offer like that. By the way, you know that cherry trick always gets me hot, you shameless little ."
"Of course I knew, why do you think I ordered that drink? Let's get out of here sweetie, now."
"Super. I had a buddy drop me off after work so we can ride home together. Told him I was meeting some hot chick and I hoped to get lucky."
I smile at my husband as we lace arms and walk casually out of the bar, knowing full well we will both get what we came for. It was worth the day of waiting. I'd say he isn't the only one who got lucky.
As to the heat? The flame still burns, but then again, isn't that what it's all about?
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Still fascinated....
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Posted:Jan 28, 2011 12:41 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2011 10:24 am
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Damn I don't visit here very often. My fascination with all things online continues and I am now tangled up in learning to tumbl as well as pressing words The latter was a failed exercise in trying to break myself of an addition to electronically baying. I bought I sold I bought I sold I sold I sold I sold...
Even the one where I can only express myself in 140 characters or less... (Yes that is truly difficult for one as expressive as myself.) Now back to this place. I noticed I have 28 followers on here still. They must all be dead or not using the site. Ever. I can think of 2 off the top of my head that I speak to quite frequently that forgot their passwords so can't stop "watching" it even if they wanted to. LOL good for me though!
I think a good new year's resolution should have been to stop by and visit more often. Maybe even drop off a story or two. I know the spouse would appreciate it if I did. For today though, you will just have to settle with the silly ramblings of a chaotic-ly bored mind. And some made up words.
And a boob. With a nipple.
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Mmmmmm... Make me beg
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Posted:Jun 10, 2009 1:07 pm
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2010 7:01 pm
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"You know you want it..."
Her breathing was heavy and slow. He was torturing her. A moan escaped her lips.
"Tell me how much you want it."
"I want it... I want it so bad... Please baby... Please give it to me!"
"Oh I am going to give it to you, but you need to wait."
"Why? I don't want to wait. I want it now... I'll do anything you want."
"Anything?"
"Yes anything."
He leaned back and smiled down at her. "Well now... Let me see."
She looked at him impatiently with pleading in her eyes. He liked it when she begged and he could probably drag this out for a while yet.
"I could give you a list of demands."
"Come on now. You know I will do anything you want now give it to me, come on baby... PLEASE?!?"
"Oh alright... Here you go."
She squealed with delight as he handed her the last chocolate chip cookie.
Well not everything in this world is about sex. If you ever read my blog before (although it was probably a couple of years ago) then you know I have a deep need for homemade chocolate chip cookies. Just so happens that my other half is pretty good at baking them. See how perfect we are for each other?
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Writing, blogging and sex...
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Posted:Jun 9, 2009 7:02 am
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2011 9:57 am
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I have, in some form or another, written my whole life. Ok well not my WHOLE life seeing as how I didn't learn to write until I was 5, but you get what I mean. In high school it was song lyrics (I wanted to be in a band) and after high school I got paid to write smut (sorry guys those penthouse letters and stories are not true) and I even dabbled in poetry a few times.
Mostly, my writing has always been for me. A way to express myself without concern for what other people think of it. Then one day after I was blogging here a while I noticed I had started to write to attracted comments and views and gain people who were regularly coming to my blog, so I stopped. My writing had become about getting clicks and not just to express something in writing.
Lately I have been on a total internet kick. I live on other sites via my cell phone and spend way too much time communicating with people without seeing their faces or hearing their voices.
Today I need to get that under control a bit. I am going to start calling more, actually going through my emails and responding, making dinner dates with friends. I know it will be odd at first since most people probably don't remember what my voice sounds like, but I think I need to spend some less time with my electronics and more time just being alive.
She rolled over and checked her phone again. Nothing. No missed calls, no texts, no emails... It had been days since she had heard from him. Should she call? No. She didn't want to seem that desperate. But she was that desperate. She thought she needed him but ultimately, she knew it was over.
Slowly got out of bed and headed for the shower. The tile floor was cold under her feet as she slid back the shower door to start the water and waited impatiently for it to get hot. Finally it was warm enough for her to get in and she enjoyed the heat as the water beat down on her skin.
She was is no rush this morning. She took her time with each part of this mundane routine. Slowly she lathered up her hair and then rinsed it, feeling the soapy bubbles run down her body. Next she grabbed the soap and started to wash all the important parts. She glanced at the razor sitting on the ledge. "Ya never know... I don't something will happen, if I do it won't... But why risk it?"
She made fast work of shaving from her toes to armpits and everything in between. The water was cooling off a bit so she knew if was time to get out. Her fluffy towel was waiting for her to wrap up and dry off. As she stepped out of the shower she glanced at herself in the mirror before wrapping herself up.
Heading towards the bedroom to find some clothes, she was surprised to find the door open. She poked her head out in to the hall. "Hello?"
She thought she heard a noise downstairs and decided to go investigate. As she turned to corner at the bottom of the stairs she saw someone move out the corner of her eye. She stopped what she was doing, realizing someone was in her house and all she had on was a towel. Deciding to head back upstairs, she quickly reached the door to her room and went to grab her cell just as this intruder started to come up the stairs.
Her heart was racing. What should she do? Closing and locking the door, she listened quietly to see if she could hear anything. She was startled by a knock on the door. "Who is it? How did you get in my house?"
"Well seeing as how you have never changed where you keep your spare key, it wasn't hard."
She threw open the door and stood face to face with a man she had not seen in years. "So I see we have begun breaking and entering in order to scare the hell out of friends?"
"Technically it isn't B&E since I used a key and you really should consider moving that around sometimes."
"Well I would but then I would forget where I put it." She remarked with a chuckle.
She suddenly remember she was only in her towel. He seemed to notice too and his fingers brushed her hair off her bare shoulder. "I like your hair longer, the way it lays on your shoulder... Quite seductive. How long has it been?"
"Years, I do believe."
"Seems like only yesterday..." He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Her towel slipped from her body as his hands found their way to her flesh. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
"I have thought about you so many times over the years. Wondering, hoping, believing that if I returned you would still want me."
"Oh I do, now shut up and kiss me!"
His lips pressed hard on hers, parting them with his tongue before kissing her even deeper. She moaned as he pulled away from her. He grinned down at her and slowly began to strip away his clothes. As he pulled down his underwear, her eyes widened to see his cock already hard.
Climbing onto the bed beside her, she turned to face him. Lightly she kissed his lips then his chin then down his chest, continuing on until she reached his cock. Her tongue swirled around the head before sucking all the way down the length of his shaft. She heard a groan escape his lips as she continued to suck up and down. "Stop that."
He pulled her up to him and flipped her onto her back, pausing to kiss her before slipping between her thighs. He kissed and sucked her breast as her back arched towards him. Her body surrendered to the desire that coursed through her. He entered her and she let out a moan. He grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter to him. Their bodies tangled up together as the moved to an imaginary beat.
Her moans became louder and he began to thrust harder. His body became rigid as he neared his climax. She felt his cock pulse as his cum emptied into her sending her over the edge in a mind numbing orgasm.
They laid together for some time and caught up on old times, the present and possibly their future.
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Everytime I stop in...
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Posted:Jun 7, 2009 6:19 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2010 7:27 am
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I look up some old friends and some are gone, some are here, some sign in but don't ever post. I have lost touch with a lot of people on here. Life is the same, totally hooked on fbook and tweeting (yes I am still a total geek!) but when I come back here I realize I miss the people I made connections with through this blog. Not sure why I am suddenly waxing poetic this morning. Although that is a silly saying in itself.
I was thinking the other day about silly sayings and I wanted to know why people say it is a good day to be a duck when it is raining since ducks don't like rain! Ok now that I have spilled some of my much needed brains here on this page...
A chance meeting? Not quite. More like a long overdue, elaborately planned meeting. She really was much more of a fly by the seat of her pants kind of girl but he wasn't. So she waited... and waited... and waited. She knew all the details of how he planned for it to go but little did he know she has a surprise up her sleeve. She knew he was free today and she was tired of waiting.
He heard the ding and glanced up at the computer screen.
"Hi"
"Hey there"
"How are you today?"
"Good and you?"
"I could use about 5 more days before this work is due but I'm taking the day off today."
"Surprise surprise... The workaholic is going to take the day off. Meet me. Today at the park at 2 p.m."
She knew that the message she just sent would send him into panic mode. So she quickly sent him another message before logging off.
"I will not take no for an answer. I'm tired of waiting. I will be at the big oak tree in the park where we have discussed meeting several time over. Be there please."
She status changed to offline as he went to respond. Polite but insist ant. His mind began to race as he started to weigh everything out. Meet her... Don't meet her... Did he have a choice? He couldn't very well leave her standing there all day by herself. Would she forgive him if he didn't show up? He didn't really want to think about that so he went and put on some shorts and a t-shirt to head out to the park.
It was a warm but windy day. He decided to walk since it wasn't too far and he knew he needed the exercise. Too much work and not enough free time lately had left him tired and worn thin. The sun felt good on his face. As he crested the hill he felt the excite grow and was meet the most amazing site. There under the tree was this woman he was to meet. She was wearing a long skirt that was dancing around her legs as the breeze made the fabric move with ease. She was holding a picnic basket in her hands and a blanket over her arm.
As he got closer, he saw the smile spread acrossed her face. "I knew you wouldn't let me down. I know you need some rest so follow me."
He followed her as she wandered through trees to a secluded clearing in the woods. Although he had been to this park many times he had never seen it before. She laid the blanket down and set the picnic basket next to it before sitting down neatly on the blanket. She motioned for him to sit and he realized he was just standing there staring at her as she began unpacking the basket. She had prepared a wonderful spread and he couldn't resist in indulging in all the treats she had brought him. After they had both eaten and she had repacked the basket they both stretched out to relax.
They talked for a while. Idle chit chat. Nothing to pressing. No talk of work or life, just playful banter. He seemed to drift off for a bit and when he woke she was propped up on her elbow watching him. He looked into her eyes and couldn't resist leaning in and kissing her. His hands moved to her face as he hungrily pulled her closer to him. It had been so long since he had felt this way and he didn't want it to stop now.
Her arms wrapped around him as they continued to kiss. There tongues danced together as her hands began to drift downwards. He felt the tug as she slipped her hand down the waist of his shorts to find his member hard and waiting. He groaned against her lips as she slowly stroked her fingers up and down the shaft.
"Do you want me?"
"Yes you know I do."
"Then may I please you?"
He inhaled quickly as she removed his shorts and her mouth enveloped his cock. Her tongue twirled around the head before she took the rest of him into her throat. His hips rose in response to her efforts and he moaned. She knew he wouldn't last very long so she took a few minutes to tease him before she got down to business and began to seriously suck his cock. Her lips stroked it as she sucked up and down. As she predicted she felt his balls get tight and after a few more sucks she was rewarded with his cock throbbing and spurting in her mouth.
She sat back and smile. "You are still hard there. Now what should I do about that?"
Obviously that was a rhetorical question since by the time his brain had processed what she was asking, she was already straddling his lap. He groaned loudly as she slid her wet pussy down on top of his still rigid cock. Her little tank top was giving him easy access to her breasts and he found them hard and waiting as his lips took each on in turn into his mouth. As he sucked he could feel her spasm around his cock. She moaned and began to stroke him faster. He could feel her cum over and over again.
He felt that tingle begin to grow as his balls tightened once more. He grabbed her hips and pulled her tighter to him as her lips came down on his. She moaned as their tongues once again danced together. He couldn't hold back and she didn't want him to. He pulled her closer and together they crashed over that edge as they surrendered totally to that bliss.
They laid together with the breeze blowing over them and again returned to idle chit chat about nothing much. It was time to head home for both of them. To their separate lives. She kissed his cheek as they parted ways. He turned to see her wave before disappearing through the gates of the park.
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