My Gift ...
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Posted:Jun 16, 2006 2:08 pm
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2006 8:30 am
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She's my gift to you. You've been such a good boy. Always so kind to me. Always so sweet. In return I thought you might enjoy the two of us. We are going to please you. Tonight we are yours. Do with us what you wish. Tonight you are the center of this wonderous luscious pair. Tell us what you want. Your wish is our command. We are at your service my lord. You are our king.
I gaze expectly at you as you stare at us in disbelief. Your arms hanging limply at your sides. You look so adorable in your blue jeans, bare feet and T-shirt. You had no idea that this was coming, I love to surprise you. I walk over to her, we are so similar, but still so different. I know what you like. I am next to her in a simple sundress. Bare arms exposed, my long red hair flowing over my shoulders, brushing down my back. My legs are naked except for the glisten of lotion still drying on them from my morning shower. I raise my hand to her soft face and you can see how beautiful she is. Her blond hair is swept back in a pony tail. Her halter top stops just shy of her belly button. The shorts she is wearing are barely long enough to hide the curve of her ample bottom. Her long legs end in the smallest of flip flops which she kicks aside as I lead her into the house.
We walk past you. Grab your hand. C'mon honey. This is what you've always wanted. We take you to the bedroom and wait for your instructions. Your shock has left you speechless, so we improvise. She lies you back and begins to unbutton your pants. I kiss at your neck as I start to remove your shirt. My hands wander over your stomach as hers travel across your thighs. I can hear your breath catch in your throat as I lean in over you. Your body is beginning to tense. What's the matter baby? Aren't you enjoying yourself? Your skin feels so hot beneath my fingers.
I climb over your chest, straddling you while she removes your pants and boxers. I can feel her head and hair and breath behind me as she kisses you. Licks you. Tastes you. You stopped breathing. You must be in her mouth. I keep watching your face as I slip my dress off over my head, my nipples erect from the excitement. Knowing that she is right behind me, pleasing you. Your eyes are closed, you're breathing so shallowly, your lips are curling into the slightest smile. I take your hands and place them over my breasts. You open your eyes and they twinkle with delight. No, honey. It's not a dream. There are two women here pleasing you tonight. Enjoy it. Isn't this fun?
I lean foward to kiss you. Your hands find their way down my sides, they cup my bottom, begin to explore their way towards my pussy. I am getting so wet. I can hear her sucking on you. I can hear her moaning. I want to be where she is. I want to taste you. I dismount your broad strong chest and slide down your side next to her. Whisper in her ear that I'd like to taste you now. She giggles at me. She slips her tongue in my mouth, the taste of you is dripping from her lips. She teases me with your flavour. The two of us are biting at each others mouths trying to get between your legs. licking at you. Wanting to drink from you. Wanting our fill of you. You taste so delicious. Finally she leaves me to suckle at you and fill my mouth with you. I run my tongue over your cock, over your thighs. You are so hot. You are starting to sweat at the crease of your legs. I lick it from your body. The salty sweat tingles on my tongue. I'm in heaven. I take you in my mouth and stroke your dick with my mouth. Firmly, slowly, smoothly, rhythmicly. You taste so good.
She slithers towards your chest. Her hands exploring your body as she climbs closer to your face. Her kisses arousing you as she removes her top and shorts without missing a beat during her seductive crawl up your torso. By the time she reaches your lips she is absolutely naked. Absolutely ready to be touched. Her pink nipples are begging to caressed. Her rounded ass is pleading for your hands to grab it. Her wet pussy is asking to be pentetrated. You wrap your fingers through her hair and pull her close to you, kissing her deeply. Your tongue searching her mouth for any sign of resistance. Her body melts against you. Her breasts pressed to your chest. You can feel her warm pussy on your hip. It's wetness is apparent. You reach down and spread it open with one hand. It accepts your fingers so quickly. Envelopes them in warmth. She feels so soft, hot, creamy. Just the feeling of her wrapped around your fingers is almost enough to make you want to cum.
As you continue to stroke her pussy with your fingers, your free hand cups and caresses her perfectly shaped breasts. Your cock is so hard. The precum has already dribbled into my mouth. I love the way it flows over my tongue. The way it tastes as it went down my throat. Your hips keep thrusting against my face, gently but with the passion I can feel building within you. I pull back from you. I nibble at your thighs and lower stomach. Her ass is just above where my head was resting in your lap. I inch my way toward her hovering form. I can see your fingers entering her, stroking her. I am so wet. I can hear her moans. They are so soft, so sensual. I bury my face in her pussy from behind. Working my tongue around your fingers.
As I slide my tongue over her clit, licking it, caressing it firmly, quickly, bringing her pleasure as you take her stiff, erect nipples into your mouth, I decide to slide your cock into my soft, warm, sweet, wet, pussy. You are so pre-occupied with pleasing her that when your dick is nestled inside of me you freeze. I can feel your dick throb. Your hips rock. Then when you realize what I had done, you begin to buck against me. Your motion causing her to rock back and forth on my tongue. It makes me slide up and down on your shaft. All three of us are moaning and panting. The sounds of pure animal lust is filling the bedroom. I hear screaming. It's me, my orgasm is so intense, I am screaming at you not to stop. You feel so amazing. My body collapses into her, I am exhausted. I feel you explode inside of me, but you are still so hard.
You grab her by the hips and settle her on top of your rock hard dick. The sudden thrust of it takes her by surprise. She gasps and moans with pleasure. The sound of it fills you with delight. I crawl across the bed, lie next to the two of you and watch as you please one another. The sight is wonderfully erotic. Your bodies dripping with sweat. The smell of sex filling the air around us. My body still pulsing and tingling with the orgasm I just had. I watch as the two of you grind against one another. Her hips back and forth. Your pelvis moving up and down. The wet sounds you make as your bodies pull apart and come back together. She begins to moan louder. She's getting closer. Her hands fly up to her own breasts. She's squeezing her nipples tightly between her fingers. We are both watching her in amazement. She looks so hot. Her body arched back, her hips thrusting forward against you, just keep going, don't stop, please don't stop, I keep thinking. Watching it makes me so hot. I reach down to my throbbing pussy and begin to slide my finger over my sensitive clit. I want to cum with her.
I close my eyes but I can still hear your bodies slapping against each other. My hand vigorously stroking my clit trying to keep rhythm with you. I open my eyes so I can see her when see she cums. She is leaning foward now. Her hands on your chest. Grinding into you. She is pumping so hard. Her teeth bared, jaw set, she is screaming, I am screaming, we both cum. She collapses against your chest. You wrap your arms around her, thrust into her again. It only took you one more time. You were so close. You roll her over to your opposite side. Now you are flanked by two beautiful, satified, panting, naked women.
You smile to yourself. You raise your arms up over your head, stretch out your muscles to releive the tension from such strenuous excercise. Turn toward the two of us and finally find your voice to speak. "I am such a stud, aren't I?". The two of us women smile coyly and reply, "Why, yes, you certainly are. . . "
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For MoFunNowWow...
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Posted:Jun 15, 2006 12:22 pm
Last Updated:Mar 2, 2011 12:35 am
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Everywhere you look you see closing doors; closing in on you.
You reach out and hope to find strength where weak once was too.
Inside you something bursts free, letting loose a flooded relief.
You sigh with exhaustion as it leaves and relish the release.
You see your friends surrounding you holding the walls at bay.
Telling you they are returning favors you gave out one day.
Just look at the hurdles behind and the forward to ones ahead.
And know you have the strength to face them without dread.
We'll be here beside you, to guide you and help through.
We'll love you, support you, just as you always seem to do.
It is our way to thank you, cherish and show how much you mean.
How else could we give back to you everything that you have been?
Hold strong to your friends, we'll hold strong for you too.
When this storm passes over, you'll see the strength was really you.
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Posted:Jun 14, 2006 9:13 am
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2006 10:51 am
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What do you say to your doctor when he lectures you about losing weight during your pregnancy? I lost 3 pounds over the last month. No, it's not a lot, but I also started out my first month with a 6 pound loss, my second month losing another 2 pounds, my third lost another 3 pounds, my fourth I gained back 2 pounds and now I've lost 3 pounds again. That is a net loss of 12 pounds since I got knocked up. He thinks I am dieting! Are you kidding me!!!!?!!!! I am starving here. I am hungry all the time, I eat every chance I get and then I usually end up in the bathroom 30 minutes later revisiting my meal. If I eat any form of meat whatsoever, pork, chicken, beef it doesn't matter; I am seeing that again before I finish my plate even. It is exhausting. I feel weak and tired. I still have morning sickness, and I just want to have one meal, breakfast, lunch, dinner anything where I can eat the entire thing and not feel sick afterward. Is this too much to ask?
My think that I am SICK, like the with the flu all the time. I tried to talk to the doctor about a diet for myself and he gives me a vegetarian diet, I look up vegetarian diets in my pregnancy books but they are not helping either. Most of the stuff on there makes me sick too. Dairy products that re so thick, like cottage cheese, yogurts etc. that make me gag if I try to eat them. I might die if this continues. It is so frusterating. I just want to enjoy the simple pleasure of not being hungry.
By body aches, my muscles hurt, I can't sleep at night and for some reason I am freezing cold all the time. Through all of this, Alice keeps telling me that I am not helping her enough. I get up with , I do the laundry, I take care of the animals, I do the dishes. So at what point am I supposed to help her out too? I dress and bathe the littles get them all of the places they are supposed to be, handle thier illnesses, wipe their little bottoms. But somehow I am failing to do my share. Someone please explain to me where I am falling short here! Is it because my house isn't as clean as it used to be? Well, shouldn't she be helping ME more? Or maybe it's because I don't wake up at 6am to get her shower started and lay her work clothes out for her. Can't she do that on her own now? I need a little more sleep! Am I being selfish?
I feel like I am NOT asking too much, but yet evryday she complains and fights me about the things I am not getting done in a day. Let's not forget, that I still work a full time job through all of this. Yet she expects me to still do everything single thing I did before I got pregnant. I am exhausted, running on fumes and starting to really get bitchy. Maybe I am selfish. I want to be spoiled a little bit right now. Doesn't every pregnant mother deserve that?
Sorry for the rant and rave today. I just had to get it off my chest and vent to someone and my brother is off on a two week military thing for the reserves. So you all got to hear it instead. Thanks for listening.
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The 100 Things List ...
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Posted:Jun 13, 2006 12:26 pm
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2007 8:58 am
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I've held off from all the milestones that commemorate the "100 things about me list". Now I think I am going to finally do it. For no reason whatsoever.
1. I am a Taurus.
2. I am a natural redhead, yes, all over.
3. I am allergic to pineapples and beestings.
4. I am addicted to flip-flops.
5. I love and collect elephants, all colors, shapes and sizes.
6. I claim that Mickey Mouse is my boyfriend, even my will attest to it.
7. I am a hopeless romantic.
8. I am honestly addicted to sex and have been in therapy for it in the past.
9. I love movies, all kinds of movies and will watch them as though they are really happening.
10. I fall in love easily, but always question my heart when I do.
11. I love to touched and to touch in return.
12. I can sing, very well.
13. I can act & have been in several plays, casted in an off Broadway musical but got pregnant & quit.
14. I play the clarinet, flute & drums well.
15. I am teaching myself to play piano, struggling with it a bit.
16. I love to write poetry and erotica comes very easily - without thought to me.
17. I am very sensitive, people say overly sensitive. My feelings get hurt easily, I just may not show it.
18. My are my everything - I love them with all I am and give them all I have.
19. I am the oldest of 4 siblings, 2 boys, 2 girls.
20. I am a shameless flirt.
21. I get pregnant easily, just look at me cross eyed and smile.
22. I was raised an Irish Catholic, though I haven't practiced in 8 years.
23. I am a daddy's girl.
24. I have a Bachelor's degree in Accounting from Arizona State University.
25. I have 3 boys and am pregnant with my 4th.
26. I am a neat freak, but hopelessly unorganized
27. I love shopping for furniture and clothes.
28. I hate grocery shopping.
29. I love Starbucks.
30. I hate prejudice.
31. I get irritated by stupidity and ignorance.
32. I think everyone has room to learn something about everything, even so called experts.
33. I am not perfect, nor do I want to be.
34. I am constantly on a plan to become debt free, even though it seems to be getting to farther out of reach.
35. I have very low self esteem, but somehow people think I show a lot of self confidence.
36. I make friends easily, but it is hard for me to keep them.
37. I trust very few people completely.
38. I question everything.
39. I love chocloate, sometimes too much.
40. I am bisexual.
41. I am now married to a woman.
42. My first husband, cheated on me and lied to me every day, we were married 5 years.
43. My second husband mentally abused me and made me feel worthless, we were married for 4 years.
44. I divorced husband number one after 3 years of counseling and husband number two divorced me.
45. My current spouse and I are already experiencing the same problems that I had in my second marriage.
46. I tend to find people who treat me badly and stay with them out of fear of failure.
47. Italian men make me drool, they are so hot!!
48. My favorite food is Italian food (surprising huh?)
49. My favorite color is pink.
50. My favorite numbers are 7 and 13.
51. My favorite day is Sunday.
52. My favorite holiday is New Year's because everything can begin fresh.
53. My favorite sayings are "This too shall pass" and "Don't worry be Happy".
54. My favorite band is the Beach Boys. I can't help but love them!
55. I love to dance.
56. It doesn't matter where I am, I will always sing along to the radio.
57. I listen to rock, country, reggae, , soul, R&B, folk, oldies, punk, alternative ... just about everything.
58. I love crime shows, I'm addicted to them. CSI rocks!
59. I am epileptic, but it is controlled by medication.
60. I have panic attacks, again controlled by medication.
61. According to my IQ scores, I should be a genius, but most of the time simple things confuse me.
62. I know very little about computers, they stump me. But I am pretty quick at learning programs.
63. I love board games.
64. I can read an entire novel in one night.
65. My favorite writer is Stephen King.
66. I am addicted to horror stories.
67. I have night terrors still at 29.
68. I am weird, I can admit that.
69. I have a fetish about men's shoulders. I love deltoids. They are so damn sexy.
70. I might be addicted to blogging, I am not sure yet.
71. I love to be the center of attention, I get upset when I am not.
72. I am completely spoiled by almost everyone I know.
73. I grew up on a ranch.
74. I took speech therapy took lose my "hick" accent and sound more "refined and classy".
75. My mom's side of the family is 100% redneck.
76. My dad's side of the family is 100% yuppie.
77. I grew up in a broken home, my mother was married 4 times; my dad 3 times.
78. This is the first marriage I've ever cheated on.
79. I love the water and the sports that go with it.
80. I sunburn easily, turn lobster red in under an hour.
81. I was a stripper before I had my second , it's how I paid for college life.
82. I was a college cheerleader on scholarship and had to keep my stripping job and my first a secret.
83. I love to play silly games like tag and hide and go seek.
84. I think M&M's are a great snack.
85. I laugh easily, but that doesn't mean I am happy.
86. I miss my Papa every day.
87. I wish people would just be nice to me.
88. I love flowers more than money.
89. I love the beach in the morning.
90. I love sunsets and sunrises.
91. Winter is my favorite season.
92. I love to play in the snow like a , snowball fights, snow angels, building snowmen.
93. I want to be taken care of, curled up in the lap of the man I love with a beautiful woman by our side.
94. I am an overachiever.
95. I love the smell of things that bring back memories.
96. I love pictures and remembering the old days.
97. I love ice cream, any time.
98. I love to cook.
99. My friends keep my going.
100. My heart breaks easily.
Well that's about it for my list. The 100 things about me. Everyone has more than 100 things about themselves, but that was the first things that came to mind, so it's what made the list. I hope you learned something, laughed at something, or even just said, "what the hell" a couple of times. I know it was one hell of a read. Thanks for sticking with me this long.
*giggles*
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SDA
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SD30's RL Blogging Dare
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Posted:Jun 12, 2006 3:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2007 9:04 am
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I found this dare on sexydisaster30 sexydisaster30. How well do you know your favorite bloggers? The following is a note from my 23 year old Marine brother. It is 100% unedited just for you so please excuse the typos and incessant cursing. 
You wanna know about my sis? Well, shit. She's great most of the time. Not so much when she's pregnant though - that's when she can be a real bitch. Whinning, complaining, constantly eating the pickiest shit. Damn woman just grab some grub and stick it in your face! But, on the whole she's got a a heart. She takes care of us all. The whole family, mom, pop, me, little sis and my other bro too. We turn to her for everything. She's our glue, our safety zone, home plate if you will. We all love her and expect her hold it together even when her shit is falling apart. Like her baby right now, I know what's up with that, and what's up with this site and her marriage with Al. Nobody else does. But what can I do for her but listen to her bitch. She's the one who solves the problems not me. I create them. That makes me laugh, but it's true. She's my sister, anal about everything. Her house being clean - which it never is. She's got too many damn . Her yard being green, which it never is - Al isn't as motivated as she is. Looking good all the time - which most of the time she does. The being clean - dream on sis, they are little people and they love to play messy. With all of her weirdness, once you get to her, all you want to do is take care of her. It's why we all call her Angel. Even you people. She is the exact example of someone that used to be someone's baby girl. A man's that grew up. You see the damsel in distress in her every fucking day. But you see the stubborn ass bull in too. My ma says it what's you get when you birth an innocent Taurus. I say it's what you get when you meet my sister. A beautiful, sexy, strong woman who loves easy, cares completely and holds us all together. But damn if you won't fight to the finish for her! That is my sis. Quite the contradiction isn't she? You have to love her. Thinking about her makes me laugh.
Peace,
Justin
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Reality Moment ...
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Posted:Jun 12, 2006 1:48 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2006 3:25 pm
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So, here I am 5 and a half months pregnant and unable to eat a single bite of meat. Perhaps it is for the best, but it makes me insane. I can smell the sweet aromas of neighbors BBQ grills and my mouth waters. I wish that the baby weren't so picky sometimes. I toss and turn all night long, my body is growing and rounding out completely. I feel and look "pregnant" there is no hiding that little pooch of a belly any more. I had to go out and purchase maternity clothes just to be comfortable, and that sure does make it obvious. I am excited about the baby. We have rearranged the house to prepare for the little bumkin. My youngest and the new baby will share a room now, and my middle and oldest will bunk together. The only one left with their own domain is the girl. Though she'd rather share with a new baby.
I found out that it is a boy. Yup that's right another boy. So chalk it up to fate, I am destined to have nothing but boys (the girl was Alice's). Four boys and one girl makes for a pretty big family and according to Alice, she wants one more. YIKES!! Thank goodness I am good at understanding my little growing men. They are all rough and tumble, messy, loud, fighting champions but they make sense to me. The girls makes me think, she confuses me at times. Crying incessantly for no reason, needing to have someone hold her hand to fall asleep, wanting a kiss 7 times before she can take a bath; these are all things I am not used to. I am very feminine, but still have trouble understanding the high maintenance rituals of this little tyke. I really was hoping for a girl, just for a change of pace, but perhaps, I am better off with my boys. I understand them. They make sense to me.
I sleep very little, I worry about the future of family and I wonder what life will be like with an additional little in the house. Meanwhile, Alice brings home two new German Shepard pups. That's right, not one but two. So here we are. A Family of five; soon to be six, with two German Shepards nad now an additional two Shepard pups; 5 hamsters, an Iguana, a turtle and all living in a four bedroom house. I swear, Alice had better either strike it rich and move us to a bigger place, or curb or tendency to enlarge this family. There will come a point that I will have to move out! There's only so much cleaning one woman/mother/wife can do!
I think I need a nap.
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Female Fantasy
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Posted:Jun 12, 2006 12:18 pm
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2007 8:47 am
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She taunts me with her words over the internet until I am breathless and wet. I wonder how much more torture I can take, how much more teasing I can endure. Finally an invitation comes from her to me. She wants to meet. She has been thinking about me too.
I pack my bags and prepare myself for the trip. She is so sensual, so sexual. I hope that I do not dissapoint her. My very first meeting with Lady Bambi, oh I am so lucky! I can't believe she wants to meet me! My body is on fire with anticipation.
I arrive by airplane and step out of the tunnel to find her there, waiting for me. She is amazing, so full of life and energy. Her husband has volunteered to chauffer us back to their home. She will sit in the back seat with me for the entire ride. Dare I hug her hello? Before I can think to ask, she grabs me and gives me the warmest of hugs as she she greets me. I am so excited to be here, with my arms wrapped around her. I can't wait to feel her body closer to my own, the heat of her is intense.
We sit in the backseat together, the air thick with sexual tension. I can't stand it a moment longer. I grab Bambi by the neck and kiss her lips passionately, heatedly, with my own. My tongue moving in unision with hers. Our desires mounting with each second we locked together in the kiss. My free hand slowly slipped over toward her thigh, resting upon her leg, she relaxed a bit under my touch and moved closer to me. Her hands draped around my neck and shoulders as well, drawing me closer to her, pulling me into her web of lust. I let my hand slid up her thigh inching toward her pussy. Her legs spread further apart, my other hand droped from her neck and began to make its way toward her tight breasts and erected nipples.
My eyes wandered over her body as I dreamed of what lie beneath her clothing, being able to see every last detail up close and in person. My lips pulled back from her kiss as I imagined my mouth puckered over her nipples. I licked my lips with the thought and started to unbutton her blouse. She inhaled deeply. Her sweet perfume filled my nose as I leaned in closer to her body, my mouth watering at the thought of being filled with her breasts. I licked gently, then sucked hungrily before letting myself take advantage of her bosom, right there in the backseat of the car. Her moans filled my ears, her hands grabbed at the back of my head urging me to take her deeper into my mouth. She tasted so wonderfully hot and erotic.
She started to touch me as well. Her hands exploring my hips and back. Her lips kissing my neck. I was hot for her, aroused to a point of panting heat and passion. There was no way I would be able to hold back until we made it to the house. I wanted her right there. I grabbed her behind the knees, pulled her towards me, and removed her shorts and panties. Her pussy looked and smelled so tasty. I wanted to bury my face into without another thought, but my mind told me to take my time. Enjoy her, ease my way into it. So I let my tongue glide along her inner thigh, my fingers dance against her swollen clit and tease her moist hole. When her squirming and gyrating became to much to ignore, I lowered my face to her pussy lips and licked ever so softly. She responded with a soft mewling moan and lifted toward my tongue, begging me with her body to press harder against her.
My tongue played with her clit, bouncing it and letting it jump off the tip. I sucked it gently between my teeth and forcefully burried my tongue inside of her steamy, hot hole. She tasted just as good as looked. She pulled me deeper into her folds, wrapping herself around my face and tongue, fucking my lips; thrusting against me. I felt her body tighten and release beneath my lips. I knew she was close to climax. I wanted to feel her flood my mouth with her juices.
She grips the back of my head, pulling my into her, her pussy clenches around my tongue and a gush of cum enters my mouth as her orgasm fills me. She shakes and shudders, her body a trembling mass of pleasure. I know that I want more of her and she is still tearing at me; but we have pulled into her driveway. It will have to wait until we move inside...
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Talk Dirty To Me ...
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Posted:Jun 9, 2006 5:18 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2006 12:24 pm
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I love it when you talk dirty to me. Tell me how you want it. You want me to ride you, I would love to oblige. I want to taste you, tell to suck your dick. I want to feel you in my pussy, tell me what a naughty girl I am.
Yes, pinch my nipples make me beg for more. Oh God, that is perfect! Don't stop pounding in to me. Tell me how you love to fuck me. You love my pussy don't you? Yes, baby you can have it anytime you want it. My pussy is all yours, fuck it, lick it, finger it; make it scream your name. Oh Honey, deeper, harder, yes just like that!
Tell me how you love to bury your cock inside. Tell me I am your personal little slut. Pull my hair, slap my ass, give it to me baby. You know how I love to please you baby.
That's it baby, cum for me. Let me feel you explode. You want me to suck it off. Watch my face as your spray your load all over my face.
Oh baby! Yes! God you make cum so hard. My body shaking, my pussy throbbing, my body consumed by the pleasure.
You were so wonderful, as always. Thank you ...
{=} SDA
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Fuck Me Please...
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Posted:Jun 8, 2006 3:45 pm
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2006 3:36 pm
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Come hither sweetheart, don't be shy. I want to see you in my bed surrounded by my toys for a moment. Let me fantasize about you and me, beneath the sheets for hours on end. I want the picture of your naked body burned into my mind. Oh I lust for you, no doubt about that. My pussy is wet for you, touch it and you can see for yourself. I can barely contain my excitement.
Don't tease me, just please me. I'd love to be your plaything today. Turn me around and fuck me; Lie me back and grind against me; or better yet, let me nestle my thighs around your head and thrust against your strong hot tongue.
I am on fire. I want you, I want to feel you inside of me, reaching deep into the depths and warmth of my hole. Fuck me baby, hard and long, deep and fast.
I am waiting for you to touch me ... lying here in my bed rubbing my clit, thinking of you.
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My Pussy Speaks ...
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Posted:Jun 1, 2006 8:02 am
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2011 2:42 pm
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Requests are made to spend some time deep within my pussy. It is soft and sweet, warm, wet, and beautiful. I know this because I have been told time and time again that it is so. My pussy tastes delicious, smells fantastic, looks amazing and feels wonderful. Again these are things I have been told over and over and over again. I am not conceited, just convinced of it's truth. So how does an invitation to my pussy come about? Well, it is really quite simple. Just ask nicely. Talk to it.
Don't try to use some cheesy pick up line you heard on the radio. Don't show me how big you are or long you hang. I don't really care. It's my pussy you are after anyhow. I know that already. Talk to it. Don't be shy. Make it melt. Tell my pussy what you'd like to do to it, how you'd like to touch it, whether or not you'd like to taste it. Tell my pussy if you like it wet, or ask it enjoys the way your fingers feel when you slide them inside. My pussy is a great listener. Once you get her attention, she'll listen to you, she'll wait to hear everything you have to say. If she likes what you have to say, then you'll get an invitation to come a little closer.
My pussy isn't shy, my pussy loves to meet people. She is wild when she's wet. She purrs when she's horny and she will make you cum over and over and over again once you get inside of her. Take your time, talk to her. There's no need to jump the gun, she only needs a little encouragement to get her going. She loves to please, she loves to tease. My pussy will invite you over before I know what she's done. She has a mind of her own you know. She is control when I am here. Not me, she is the one charge. My pussy is really Angel, not I. You'd do well to keep that in mind when you try to convince me to say hello. Invitations to my pussy are easy once you let her see that you want her and not me . . .
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I've Been Guilted Into It ...
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Posted:May 30, 2006 1:36 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2012 5:51 pm
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Leave a comment and I will:
1. Respond with something random that I know or think I know about you.
2. I will tell you what song or movie or celebrity you remind me of.
3. If your male/female I will tell you the most likely place that you and I will ever make out.
4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me. Or at least make some shit up.
5. I will tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I will tell you what your name would be if you were the opposite gender.
7. I will ask you something that I have always wondered about you.
I posted this from mofunnowwow and after playing on her blog and then visiting my friend thequietguy2005 I felt it was my duty to spread the love. So here it is, my shot at making a mockery of how well I know my readers. Have fun!
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Scared...
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Posted:May 30, 2006 11:36 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2006 12:25 pm
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Touch me here, right where my desire lurks. Can you feel my heat? I want you. Don’t turn me away. I long for your touch, for your fingertips, your kiss. Let me see you, give me a moment to share with you. I ask for nothing in return. I just want to experience a night with you, if not a night, then a day, half a day, an hour. I’ll make each minute last forever in my mind. You want me too. I see it in your eyes, your movements. You want to touch me. Can you really meet me here and not lust for me? I will try, but it will be hard. Knowing you are so close; I will want to taste your sweet lips, feel your body. Touch your chest, kiss you, hold you, feel you against me. I can see your eyes wander when you try to hold my gaze. You want to look but work so hard to be gentlemanly. Why do we torture ourselves?
Give me one hour. Just the two of us, and we never have to admit to anything. We yearn for one another so deeply. Our bodies call to each other across miles and mountains. Can we pretend to be just friends when have shared so much more? My body aches for you. You can hear it call it to you. You can hear it when we are not standing face to face. How will you deny it when we are close enough to touch? Will you hug me hello? Feeling my body pressed against yours will only make it harder, but not touching me will make the yearning so thick it will be visible in the air between us. Should we really attempt something so risky; something that could hurt the one you care about. You made a promise before I was such a strong pull for you; before your lust drew you to me so often. You know that I want you, you know that my willpower lies within your ability to tell me “no”.
I dream of you. I fantasize about you. There are times images of me fill your head as well. The sexual lust between us is very strong. Oh, how I want you, your body, your touch, your attention. Just for a night, a day, an hour. I would make it worthwhile. I feel like I am begging you for your time. I am begging you. But I won’t tell you. You already know. You see it here. You know I am writing about you. But, we will both ignore my words; pretend they are about someone else. It is better that way. It always is. Meanwhile, I am left to daydream about our time together. I let myself get wrapped up in my emotions. I am such a girl; so unbalanced when it comes to matters of the heart. You, go and be happy, I want that for you more than anything. I’ll be fine. I’ll just miss you from time to time. Meanwhile, before she takes you away from me, will you hold me a little while longer? Hold me a little closer, a bit tighter, make me feel like the time we do have is longer than it is. I just need that for a moment.
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Dreaming of Goddess
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Posted:May 26, 2006 9:20 am
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2011 2:45 pm
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I dream about drawing my hands along her golden hips and watching a smile play gently across her face. My fingertips exploring every inch of her succulent skin, as she lies on the bed and slowly pants with increased excitement. My tongue wetting my lips in anticipation of tasting the sweet nectar of her pussy as she opens up to me like a new rose to the sunlight. I fantasize about her moans of pleasure when I am finally able to trail my mouth over her clit and cunt relishing the flavor of the sweet juices of that glorious body. My lips consumed with pleasing her, leaving no place untouched. My fingers finding entrance into the velvety wetness of her pussy, while I continue to nibble there bringing squeals of delight from between her clenched teeth. I feel her hands grasping me by the hair, pulling me into her, her hips rocking against my fingers as her first climax mounts. Waves of electric desire course through me as I drink in her orgasm, letting it flow over my fingers and onto my tongue.
Her panting form lying is exhausted before me as I kiss her thighs and belly. I slide my tongue over the curve of her waist tasting the salty perspiration of her enjoyment. She lets her hands caress me as I maintain my worship of her body. Her lightest touch excites me. My nipples are erect begging for attention, my pussy is wet, throbbing with desire for her. She knows I want her. She knows she is in complete control. I feel myself losing sanity just looking at her perfect body. The outline of her neck, the dip of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips are all causing my mind to swim with excitement and sexual frustration. With pleading eyes I ask if I may tease her. I want to her nipples between my teeth. I want to flick my tongue over her breasts and listen to gasp with delight. Her pleasure is my salvation to sanity. Upon her approval, I gently draw her beautiful nipples into my mouth and let my tongue dance across the tips of them. She is amazing; simply amazing.
I am startled from my reverie when she lifts my face from her chest, looks deep into my eyes and tells me to lie down. My heart is pounding so loudly I can barely hear her whisper that she is going to make me scream. Her hands leave tendrils of fire on my skin as she traces a path from my face to my breasts. My nipples respond to her at once as she pulls them into her mouth in one soft, determined movement. I moaned with pleasure and shock at how quickly waves of heat shot directly from her tongue on my breasts to my already wet, throbbing pussy. I ran my fingers through her thick hair and panted a feeble response of satisfaction. As her hands and mouth sent me into a whirlwind of excitement and pleasure, I could feel myself slipping into the beginnings of the most incredible orgasm. Her lips continued down my torso to my pulsating pussy, I rose to meet her mouth, eager to feel her tongue on my clit, begging for it. The moment she placed her warm, strong tongue against me; my body stopped. My nerves stood on end, my heart ceased beating, I didn’t breathe, blood stopped flowing, and everything was at a standstill inside of me.
I was consumed by the sensation of her talented tongue flickering delicately across my clit in such a way that I was certain I was feeling heaven. I closed my eyes, concentrated on drawing a single breath and suddenly, like a switch had been flipped, it all came back in a flood. With that of life, came my orgasm like an earthquake from the very core of my being. My hips came off of the bed and I screamed so loudly I waited for the sound of breaking glass to follow. She backed away from me, so confident, so proud of herself. She looked at me as I lie there helpless and completely oblivious as she rose and walked toward her husband. I was under the spell of post orgasmic bliss.
*sigh* ... barely ...
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