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Publié :24/5/2009 21h39
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I like to try to find funny captions for pictures.
But a comment on this one eludes me.
So it is your turn to pick a caption for me.
What the hell do you think this is??
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Girls Night Out Part Two
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Publié :24/5/2009 12h16
Dernière mise à jour :26/5/2009 12h53 12517 vues
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"Oh yeah that's it, don't stop. How are you doing this to me," she breathed. "Take me home with you,now" she whispered to him. "I want you inside me."
Kelly rode in the passenger side of Eric's car for the ride to his apartment. She was lightheaded from their public make-out session and the booze, but she had her senses back. She couldn't believe she was actually going home with a complete stranger for the sole purpose of getting her brains fucked out. She looked at his profile as he drove and felt a shiver; she needed to touch him somehow. Leaning over to him, she kissed his cheek and lightly sucked his earlobe as her hand went to the bulge in his pants. She gently rubbed his cock as he tried to stay focused on the road.
"My mouth wants your cock," she whispered in his ear between sucking his earlobe as Eric accelerated the car faster.
From the moment they walked in the door of his apartment, Kelly couldn't take her hands off of him. She absolutely loved the way he kissed her. His kisses were deep and wet, and his tongue in her mouth was forceful and gentle at the same time. She wanted to savor every bit of him; no man had ever given her these sensations before.
As they were making out on his couch, he lowered the zipper on her costume and slipped his hand past her tight leather and around her soft breast, caressing it as he kissed her more forcefully. The feeling of his warm hand on her bare breast was pure bliss. Kelly moaned as his hand went to her thigh, slowly creeping upward until his fingers reached the tight satin thong that covered her shaved pussy like a second skin. His fingers instantly found her clit as he rubbed and cupped her pussy through the tight satin. Without realizing it, she arched her back to allow him more access as he rubbed her clit. Her breathing became heavier as her wet panties and his hand stroked her pussy into frenzy.
"Oooh, what's this?" he whispered teasingly. "Do you like what I'm doing to you? Rubbing your wet pussy,stroking your clit,making you wetter and wetter,making you want my cock inside you,filling you," a loud moan escaped her as he slipped his hand past the silky barrier of her panties and ran his hand the length of her womanhood, his index finger slipping past her lips and sinking into her moistness, gradually going deeper and deeper until he was stroking her clit once again. "Oh Eric" she moaned. "You're making me come,"
Kelly felt the warm, sweet release as she came, her body moving in rhythm against Eric's hand as he stroked her, his hand gripping the back of her head, forcing her to look at him as she looked into his green eyes. Her orgasm peaked as he slipped his middle finger inside her and pulled her closer, his mouth on her neck as she moaned uncontrollably.
"Thank you," she breathed as her orgasm subsided. No one had ever made her come that quickly before. How he knows my body so well. All he has to do is touch me, she thought to herself in her orgasmic haze.
"Did you like that?" he said in a low, sexy voice as he reached inside her costume, slipping his hand past the soft, tight leather and touching her smooth breast again.
"You're amazing," she breathed as she looked at him, feeling slightly embarrassed at how easily he got her off. "Tell me the truth; you must a have a girlfriend, right?" Kelly hoped not, but even if he did, she planned on fucking him anyway.
"No girlfriend" he replied with a smile. "At least nothing serious."
Kelly thought it best to stop fishing. Despite how comfortable she was with him, she didn't want to scare him off or anything. Scorpio's like herself, although free-spirited, are very possessive with their lovers. She decided to turn the tables. "I actually have a boyfriend" she said to him mischievously. "You don't mind, do you?"
"That's ok; I won't tell him about us" he replied as he lowered her zipper further, releasing her big tits from their tight leather confinement.
Kelly sighed with delight as his hands stroked her naked breasts, and she felt the same pleasure as when his hands stroked her ass earlier in the evening.
"It's my turn" she said as she reached for his hard cock through his jeans. "I want to suck you hard," she breathed as she stroked his bulge. Eric stood up and un-did his pants, releasing his hard cock.
"Sit down" said Kelly. "I want you to watch me while I suck you,in this tight leather,look at my big tits" she said as she cupped her breasts together.
Kelly got to her knees and Eric sat down as Kelly removed his pants. She stroked his hard cock and massaged his balls with slow, sensuous strokes, driving him crazy with anticipation.
"Do it" he said breathlessly.
Unable to take it any longer, Kelly stared in his eyes as she slipped his hot tool between her full lips, moaning with satisfaction as she sucked him deep, giving herself to him without reservation.
Kelly was an expert at sucking cock, she always had been. Her love for sucking and the intense pleasure she felt when she had one in her mouth came through in her technique and enthusiasm. The room was filled with the sudsy sounds of his dick churning in her wet mouth as her cheeks hollowed and her tongue circled his head and tasted along the underside and down across his balls while she alternately stroked him. She moaned contentedly as she worked him, stroking his cock and balls as she devoured him.
"Do you like that" she said in a low husky voice. "Tell me how good it feels" she said as she slid his cock back in her mouth. A moan escaped him as she felt her excitement building.
"Of fuck,you're amazing at this" breathed Eric. "Does your boyfriend know how to feed you?"
Kelly pulled his cock out of her mouth to catch her breath. "He doesn't,appreciate it,like you do," she said between licks as she stroked his cock back and forth in her fist.
Kelly felt herself really getting into what she was doing to him. His eyes were fixated on her succulent body, in her tight black leather, as she sucked him deep, the pleasure she was giving him making her hot. Knowing that he was watching her, she cupped her naked breasts together as she swallowed him, his cock sliding down her gullet as another moan escaped him.
"Do you want to fuck my tits, drummer-boy?" Kelly said hotly as she paused from sucking him. "Do you want to watch me smother your wet dick with my big tits?" His moan was all the response she needed as she wrapped her smooth tits around his wet cock and squeezed them together, his cock sliding effortlessly between them.
Kelly smiled as she pressed her hot flesh against him, her tits swallowing and caressing him like a wet, silk vise. She stared into his eyes, savoring his reaction as she fucked him with her tits; his pre-come lubricating her tits and his cock, the sensation making her quiver.
"Yeah, fuck my tits baby" she moaned. "I want you to talk dirty to me while you fuck my wet pussy,fuck me like a dirty whore in this tight black leather,I'll leave the dress and boots on for you,I want to make you come all over me. Do you like looking at my big tits and my body,squeezed into this tight leather?" she moaned with a devilish smile.
Her words excited him as his hips moved against her. Kelly felt an unholy hunger rising within herself. She was a bitch in heat. She needed it. She needed him. Afraid that she would make him come, she got up and took his hand, leading him to his bedroom.
"We need a bed" she said as Eric followed her to his room. Kelly got on the bed and laid on her back, waiting for him. Eric climbed on top of her and aimed the head of his cock at her wet pussy and froze there, neither of them breathing as she felt the hard pressure of his swollen cock against her warm wetness.
"Oh, fuck me baby" Kelly said to him as she touched her clit. Eric leaned down and kissed her wet mouth as she opened wide to let him do what he wanted, licking his tongue with hers' as he thrust his hips forward, plunging his cock in her wet pussy like a hot knife through butter and forcing a hungry groan from her throat. She savored the feel of him as his big dick filled her. Moving her hips and ass in a sensuous, circular motion; she took every inch of him, urging him on as her pussy swallowed him. Kelly had waited all night for this, and he felt every bit as good as she knew he would.
"Oh yeah, fuck me," she said hotly as she raised her thighs to allow him more access to her. Her hands went to her tits as she cupped them together.
"Play with your clit while I fuck you" he breathed in her ear. "I want you to remember me fucking you on this bed, while your boyfriend is at home waiting for you."
Kelly gasped and moaned - her body shivering at his words. She loved being talked dirty to - it had always made her hot. She did as he commanded, her hand reaching down over her tight leather skirt and over her shaved mound and down between her legs to her clit, until her hand was jiggling desperately against her pussy as he fed his meat to her, churning her pussy juice into a white froth.
"Fuck you are tight" Eric breathed as he fucked her with full, deep thrusts. "Doesn't this guy ever fuck you?"
"No," Kelly gasped. "Not nearly enough, and not like this".
She felt like she could come again any minute. His cock filled her in just right places, and he knew how to use it. The thought of what she was doing to this man she had just met , letting him fuck her while she wore her black leather for him, behind her boyfriend's back, and the thrill of being fucked by a stranger felt dark and erotic. Eric's response to her wet pussy wrapped around his big dick was making her hotter than hell. Kelly knew she was putting on quite a show for him; his eyes were fixated on her in her tight black leather, her 32 DDs bouncing and jiggling in rhythm with his deep thrusts. The thought excited her tremendously. She cupped her naked breasts together as she fucked him back, his cock filling her pussy as another moan escaped him at the sight and feel of her. She felt like a dirty slut, and she liked it.
"Fuck me do it" Eric commanded her with a low whisper. "I want your boyfriend to taste my come the next time he kisses you,so he'll know what a slut you are. How do you think he'll like that?"
Kelly inhaled deeply, his words enflaming her. "Oh yeah, fuck my wet pussy. Come in my mouth,choke me," she moaned hotly.
"This is my pussy now, isn't it?" he whispered.
"Oh yes!" Kelly moaned in response. "I love the way you fuck me,your big cock filling my pussy,pounding me into this fucking bed,it's your pussy baby,"
She inhaled sharply when he wrapped his free hand around her silky neck and squeezed, her eyes widening as she shivered with excitement at the thought of being choked. The feel of his hand around her neck was dirty and erotic. She closed her eyes and played with her clit as he used her like a slut.
"You're a whore,look at you." Eric said in a low, commanding voice as he slipped his cock to the hilt inside her inner warmth and grinded her, his free hand gripping her smooth neck. "You're getting fucked and choked like a sleazy bitch in heat,in your tight black leather,with a guy you just met,letting another guy fuck and choke you like a whore,while your boyfriend is home waiting for you. You love it too, don't you , don't you?
Kelly felt a hot flame of lust ignite within her at his words as he fucked her. An insatiable desire consumed her as their eyes met and she looked into his face. She was a hot bitch in heat and didn't care if his neighbors heard her screams of lust.
"Yes! Yes! I love it! I love the way you fuck me! I'm your whore , don't stop!"
Kelly felt his hand around her neck as he held her there, fucking her wet pussy, dominating her body as she stared into his eyes, her body quivering with lust as he fucked and choked her. She arched her hips to him and gasped, her thighs trembling against him as she pulled her hands away from her pussy and tits and grabbed his arms, digging her nails into him.
"Oh baby!" she whispered in a trembling voice. "You're making me come again,"
"I want to come in your mouth" Eric whispered to her as she moaned involuntarily at his words. "I want you to get off when I explode in your mouth. Give it to me,"
Eric pulled his cock from her wet snatch and scrambled to his feet. She grabbed his cock and fed it to her herself as she sucked him again, her free hand snaking down between her legs to furiously stimulate her clit again. She relaxed her throat so he could slide his cock down her throat, his hips nearly at her lips. Kelly squealed in delight, her body beginning to spasm helplessly as her orgasm started. Eric tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her close, his head slipping down her throat and dwelling in the deep heat of her body, before slowly pulling it out. Kelly choked and groaned as she desperately swallowed to clear her throat, a wild, desperate look of orgasm on her face. He fed his cock back into her warm mouth as she felt her body tremble in the throes of a full blown orgasm.
Kelly shuddered as she felt Eric's ass clench tight, his molten stream burning from his hips and into her throat. With a hungry moan, she slid a finger in his ass while massaging his balls with her slippery, wet hand as she swallowed him deep, milking his erupting cock with her throat as she fingered his ass and forced his load from him. She worked his balls and his ass as she moaned with delight at what she was doing to him. Kelly coughed and gagged, and the rest of his load forced itself out around her cock filled mouth and dribbled from the corner of her lips.
"Of fuck" moaned Eric as he pulled his cock from her mouth and shot the rest of his load on her wet tits as Kelly furiously stroked his cock, milking him as she felt herself twitch in orgasm. The sexual thrill was heightened at the thought of what she was doing: sucking off a man that wasn't her boyfriend and letting him come in her mouth and all over her tits. The dirtiness of it gave her a chill of excitement.
The last stream of his come trailed like a string of pearls on her tits and leather as she finished him off, her slippery wet hands caressing him as she gave the head of his cock a final suck.
"Fuck , that was amazing" Kelly breathed. She couldn't believe the things she had said to him as he made her come or his words as he fucked her. Even now, in her waning orgasm, she felt an erotic excitement at his ability to get her off.
Something she didn't understand had been awakened in her tonight; something kinky and dark.
And she liked it!
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Girls Night Out Part One
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Publié :24/5/2009 12h14
Dernière mise à jour :24/5/2009 20h18 12428 vues
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Kelly had never thought of herself as a slut. After all, she had only been with a few guys her whole life and at the age of twenty-one, that wasn't bad compared to some of her friends.
She often read astrology and was fascinated with her birth sign of Scorpio. Female Scorpio's lived dual lives: on one side of the coin - the shrewd businesswoman and on the other a firestorm of lust and desire. She sometimes wondered if she were a freak on a leash.
Her boyfriend Michael was a few years older and very loyal. They had been together for almost a year. He really wasn't her type, but he was good to her and she hadn't really been looking for a relationship when they first met. She felt guilty admitting it, but it was just convenient to have him around and under her control. It sure beat being alone. She didn't want the complications of being under the spell of someone she really desired, or any heartache that might come with it. Sex with Michael was ok, but she usually had to fantasize and touch herself to get the satisfaction she truly needed. Her vibrator got her through the rest.
She had always been into rock music and would be the first to admit that musicians were her biggest weakness, but Michael was far from being anything like that. When going out to the city's clubs with her friend Joy to see the local original bands, Michael would look disapprovingly at her revealing outfits as if he were her father. She hated that. True, she dressed sleazy when going to see metal bands, but so did the all the other girls. And besides, she was proud of her looks. At 5' 7" and 120 pounds, she had the body of a porn star. Her breasts were 32 DD's, and her long legs looked great in a mini-skirt and high heels. Her honey brown hair was very long with red highlights, and her lips were full and very enticing.
Despite numerous invitations, Michael had always declined to join them. Kelly was secretly glad about that. They spent enough time together already, and she enjoyed her time out with her best friend, even if Joy was sometimes too quick to fuck the first guy she met on any given night. Despite her high sex drive, Kelly had always been able to control herself. She wasn't going to just let anyone have her as she had too much self-respect. Even though she lusted after musicians, there was no way she was going to be a notch in someone's belt.
Kelly and Joy decided to hit one of the original music rock clubs on a Saturday night when there was nothing else to do. Michael had fallen asleep and Kelly was bored. They met up and got dressed for the night out. Kelly slithered into a tight black leather policewoman's outfit that she had bought at an adult costume shop, complete with a set of handcuffs. The skirt just covered her ass, and the plunging neckline would surely attract attention. Her breasts were pushed up and squeezed together like two melons in the tight black leather. Her high-heeled thigh-high boots completed her attire as she admired herself in the mirror. Kelly had always had an attraction to leather and latex. The feel of it on her body made her feel sexy, and the stares she usually got from men when wearing it at clubs turned her on.
The truth was she sometimes had kinky urges and desires that she couldn't explain. It was only a matter of time before she would have to act on them. When hanging out with Michael and his friends, she would amuse herself by pretending to drop something so she would have an excuse to lean or bend over in front of them, enjoying the attention as they would try not to stare at her breasts and ass. She felt a sense of power, knowing that she could have any one of his friends for her own satisfaction. It made her hot. Sometimes when she was out with them at a bar, she would fantasize about pulling one of them aside someplace, somewhere semi-private where they could be caught, and tease one of them with a fabulous hand job as she would allow them to play with her tits and make out with her, their cocks exploding in her hands as she stroked them into oblivion.
Michael had seemed to lose interest in pleasing her after they had been together for a few months, although he wasn't that good to begin with. Even her attempts at spicing up their sex life by flashing him in public and surprising him with latex lingerie had gone nowhere.
They arrived at the club and after getting drinks they sat down to enjoy the music. The opening band had just started playing and she thought they sounded good. After the second song, they decided to get a closer look by standing near the side of the stage. Kelly and Joy found themselves in direct view of the drummer in the band.
"Come on, let's tease him a little" said Joy over the music. Kelly laughed; Joy seemed to have already picked who she was going home with that night. Kelly had to admit he looked sexy. He was shirtless and sweaty and much focused on his performance, lost in the music. Seeing bands perform turned her on; she sometimes wondered if the faces they made when jamming were similar to their expressions when making love.
Together, they seductively danced to the beats like two hot strippers so the drummer could see them. He noticed them and winked at them both, never losing focus despite the distractions they were giving him. Every few beats he would look at them and watch as they danced for him. Kelly couldn't tell which of them he was paying more attention to. It didn't matter anyway; Joy was far more outspoken and would probably snatch him up the first chance she got. Besides, she already had a boyfriend.
The set ended. Joy turned to Kelly excitedly. "They were awesome! We should try and meet them." Together they went back to the bar and got more drinks. They mingled with several people they knew, but Kelly found she couldn't stop thinking about the handsome drummer she had danced for. Did he even notice her? If she thought he was attractive, then he probably already has his hands full with another lucky girl.
Joy was deep in conversation with several people, so Kelly decided to walk around for a while. She went to the stage area and as she turned the corner, she found herself face to face with the drummer she had been admiring. Seen up close, she thought he was strikingly handsome. Without realizing it, Kelly began to blush as their eyes met. She felt something stir deep within her, a feeling she had never felt before as his green eyes seemed to penetrate her.
Oh my God, what is wrong with me, she thought to herself. Before she could ponder it further, he reached out and took her hand and kissed it gently. Well, he obviously isn't here with anyone, she thought.
"You looked absolutely amazing out there" he said as he held her hand a moment longer. She looked into his green eyes and suddenly felt the urge to kiss him back. "Well thank you" she replied with a girlish giggle. "It was all for you. My dance partner is over at the bar but we can get her and do it for you all over again" she offered with her best flirty voice.
"That's ok, we don't need her anyway" he said with a smile. "I'm Eric".
"I'm Kelly, nice to meet you" said Kelly as she felt a wicked excitement build within her, knowing that he had been paying attention to her and not Joy. She really hadn't expected anything like this to happen. She and Joy were probably equals in looks, but Joy had always been the more outgoing of the two and therefore was usually able to get what she wanted a lot faster.
"Your band was awesome" she continued. She really meant it. In all the time they had been going to this club, they had never heard his band before. "You are really good. I think you guys might be the best act we've heard here."
"Hey thanks" he said with a smile. "Did you both come here alone?" he asked.
"Yes, it's just the two of us" she replied without hesitation. Was he really interested in her?
"Dressed like that, I'd be crazy not to buy you a drink. I dig the handcuffs," he said as if he knew what she was thinking.
Damn, he's good - she thought to herself. He even kept eye contact which she wasn't used to; most guys couldn't stop staring at her tits when she got dressed up in her sexy clothes. She hoped to herself that he was checking her out.
They went to the bar and made small talk while downing a few drinks. Kelly found herself wanting to get closer to him. Eric's hair was still slightly wet from the performance. She wondered if she could make him sweat some more. As they hung out together, she imagined what his face would look like if she handcuffed him to her bed and rode him, his cock filling her. She hoped he had a big dick. As the night wore on, she found herself getting closer and closer to him, until eventually their faces were only inches apart. Eric reached behind her and lightly stroked her ass through her tight leather skirt as his lips touched hers. She sighed involuntarily; how could anything so simple feel so erotic? His tongue slightly penetrated her lips and she returned the kiss with a passion that surprised her as she welcomed him into her mouth, her tongue locking with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her hands through his hair and across his cheeks, savoring the feel
of his body against hers. She couldn't remember a time when a first kiss excited her like this. He kept stroking her ass as his other arm went around her waist, pulling her closer. As he pressed up against her, she felt the hardness of his cock through his jeans. The thought of him getting turned on excited her, and in her semi-drunken state she realized it was no longer a question of whether she would fuck him, but when.
"So what are you doing after you leave here tonight?" he whispered in her ear, the feel of his breath making her shiver. "I was hoping for a private dance. Maybe you could show me how you use those handcuffs," he said in a low husky voice as he lightly kissed and licked her neck. Kelly couldn't help herself as her body went rigid at the sound of his voice in her ear and his mouth on her neck. There was no turning back for her now.
"I'm going home with you," she breathed as she pulled his face to hers, plunging her tongue in his mouth as she passionately kissed him. For a brief second, she thought of Michael, but the fire burning within her now was too much and she easily pushed the thought of him aside. She kissed Eric with a new found freedom, in front of a bar filled with mostly strangers, as she shed her inhibitions and surrendered to the slut within. Eric was a good kisser; she could already feel herself getting wet from his foreplay skills, he was that good. She hoped he possessed skills in other areas as well and the stamina to keep up with her.
"We both knew this was going to happen" Eric whispered in her ear as he ran his hand through her long hair, heightening her arousal. "I wanted you the minute I saw you. You were all I could think about when I was playing up there,and I couldn't stop looking at you,the way you danced,your body," he trailed off as he gently sucked her neck, his hands caressing her leather covered ass.
Kelly shivered as his hands worked her ass. Again, she wondered how such a simple act could give her so much ecstasy. How many other girls does he have this kind of affect on?
Stay tuned.........
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Love it!!
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Publié :23/5/2009 1h47
Dernière mise à jour :23/5/2009 15h09 12037 vues
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I love this picture.
The way his hand is resting on her ass.
The way you can tell she wants him sooooo much.
The way their faces are so close, yet holding back.
What do you think??
Before or after sex?
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Done with Fridays!!
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Publié :23/5/2009 1h45
Dernière mise à jour :24/5/2009 18h01 12015 vues
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So tonight I worked my last Friday night shift.
It is impossible to explain my relief.
I am now only part time at my job, and told them I can only work 2 or 3 days a week, and only from Monday to Thursday. Enough of working these 10 hour weekend shifts, standing for usually 9 of those hours before being able to sit down for even a minute or eating anything.
I am now going to start my other part time job, and I am very excited about it. I can sit down. I can relax. If I want a Friday night off to go see a band or go out, I can have it without begging and negotiating.
A huge weight has been taken off my shoulders.
Moving next weekend, starting a new job, I am off on a lot of new adventures that do not even involve sex.
Unless I want them too!!
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The Classroom
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Publié :22/5/2009 1h28
Dernière mise à jour :23/5/2009 1h10 12367 vues
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Lynn can’t stop thinking about her professor. She has had him for the last four months and the end of the semester was fast approaching. He taught her history 101 class, her last general education requirement before graduating. Lynn thought the class would be boring, that she would have to fight to stay awake during those 75 minutes twice a week.
Four months ago Lynn walked into the huge classroom and moved close to the front in an attempt to stay awake during the class. She set out her books, pushed down her skirt and started to fiddle with her shirt while she waited. She played with the button just above her cleavage, which was a little too large in her opinion. Lynn had just pushed the button through hole as she heard the briefcase land on the desk a few feet in front of her.
He introduced himself as Ryan Davis. Lynn couldn’t help but think about how handsome he was, in a cute flustered way. Ryan Davis was about average height, slim and looked so charming in his dress pants and button-up white shirt. Lynn wanted to get up and smooth the few hairs that were flying up on his head. As he went on to say that the students could call him Ryan, Mr. Davis or Professor, Lynn couldn’t help but stare at his mouth and the mustache above. It had little streaks of gray in the blond hair. The lips underneath looked gentle and kissable. Lynn’s mind wandered further as Professor Davis spoke about what will be covered in the course of the class.
Lynn hadn’t had a date in a little while and hadn’t really thought about making love with a man in a while. Still, now she found herself wondering how his lips would feel on hers. Unknowingly, Lynn lifted her finger to rub over her lips. She imagined kissing Mr. Davis; it thrilled her to think of him as that, her professor. Lynn pictured his hands around her waist, fingers digging into her side. She watched him talk but in her mind she saw desire on his face. She saw that handsome older man wanting her, touching her, holding her close. As Lynn started to daydream her finger ran down her throat, down the V of her shirt to rub her cleavage. She was so lost in the dream that she didn’t notice Mr. Davis’ eyes follow the movement of her finger. At that moment Lynn was picturing Ryan pulling her clothes from her body and stroking his hands over her. Lynn imagined them alone in the large classroom, the sound of their breathing filling the room and his naked body pressed alo
ng hers. She could feel his large warm body tight against her pale curves, his chest hair rough against her hardening, sensitive nipples. Lynn’s body started to get damp and she wiggled in her chair, enjoying her daydream.
As Lynn was lost in her daydream, Ryan Davis kept glancing at her. He wasn’t sure why his eyes kept going to the cute woman near the front. She was pretty but not stunning. Her eyes, a lovely light blue, stayed on him but so did most of the students. She had short curly hair that framed her oval shape. Ryan kept glancing at her as he introduced himself and started to talk about the class. He cleared his throat as he lost track of his thoughts when she ran her finger over her pink lips. He had to stand behind his desk as his eyes followed her finger down to her cleavage. Ryan had to make himself look away as he got a glimpse of the soft curve of her breast. Her breasts were so full; he couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel in his hands. Ryan started to picture working her buttons undone, but pulled his thoughts back as he realized that he had stopped talking. Again he cleared his throat and continued on.
Lynn could feel her white cotton panties get wet from her daydream and that aroused her even more. She saw her professor lift her naked body onto his desk at the front of the room. She could almost feel his hands running over her body as she touched and stroked any parts of him that she could reach. In her daydream, her professor was so hard for her, rubbing the length of his cock against her leg. She reached to grab his hardness but he pushed her down on the cold desk. Her nipples got even harder, dark pink against the rest of her light skin. His hands move over her body, making Lynn shiver in pleasure. She lifts her legs onto the table, legs bent and spread. Her hips lifting, urging his hands down farther to touch the part of her body that ached. When his fingers reach her wet pussy, her hips buck and she moans in pleasure.
“Ohhh, Professor Davis, touch my pussy” Lynn moans in her daydream.
Professor Davis takes her up on her offer and pushes his fingers into her cunt, feeling her walls as they slide in. Two fingers deep in her cunt, his thumb on her throbbing clit. Lynn imagines the heat in Professor Davis’ eyes as he finger-fucks her. It drives her wild and she rocks her hip, moving on his fingers. She can feel them moving inside her, touching all her sensitive parts, his thumb pushing down on her clit. Professor Davis pulls his fingers out of her dripping pussy, looks into Lynn’s eyes and then sucks off his wet fingers as he rubs his cock head between her lips. Lynn lifts her hips in invitation and he slowly slides the rock hard length of his cock inside her.
Inside her seat in the full classroom, Lynn grabbed her desk and wiggled more. She moved her pen around her paper, pretending to take notes as she imagined her professor fucking her on his desk.
Lynn lifts up on her elbows to watch the slide of Professor Davis’ cock insider her pussy. His shaft is covered with her shiny juices when he pulls out, almost all the way. His grip on her hips tightens as he thrusts hard back inside her body. Lynn’s inner muscles contract, her body so aroused. She loses herself to the feel of his cock moving in and out. Her head falls back and she feels her body get tight. Lynn hears Professor Davis call out her name, but strangely it’s not in a passionate voice, then again.
Lynn blinked and focused her eyes. She looked up to see her professor looking around as he called her name once more. Lynn raised her hand quickly and yelled out that she was present. As Professor Davis’ eyes caught hers and held she could feel herself blush. He made a note on his paper and her eye caught sight of the ring on his left hand. She pressed her legs close together and pulled her skirt down farther as she looked away, embarrassed for having such thoughts about a married man. Still, she looked up and when he again looked her way, she couldn’t help but enjoy the way her clit still throbbed in her white cotton panties.
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At it again........
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Publié :21/5/2009 13h09
Dernière mise à jour :22/5/2009 13h35 12119 vues
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those kittens of mine! Killers. Serial killers actually.
I understand the little sparrows. Even the chickadees. I get it with the mice. The baby bunny I was upset but still, it is little and I understand.
Two nights ago..... they brought home a prairie chicken! A grouse.
Those things are quite big! They nest on the ground so I guess it was a 'sitting' prey for them, but still......
Now how did two 6 pound kittens bring that home? The thing must have weighed 5-6 pounds! How did they drag it home, get it 5 feet off the ground and in through their kitty door in the bedroom window, and into the bathroom? And wearing collars with bells on them?
So that they could leave it on it's back, wings outstretched, on my bathroom floor at 6am.
I went to go use the bathroom, all tired and groggy, walked in and screamed, and my poor room mate had a heart attack.
I talked today with a woman who runs an animal rescue shelter.
She says the kittens are acting out because of all the boxes and bins and things disappearing as we pack for the move. She says they are worried we are leaving and want to show us how valuable they are to the family by bringing home more and more impressive 'gifts'. She said the hunting will only get worse till the move. She told me animals are very intuitive to these things and the stress I am under, and this is only natural. That this is why Shadow the dog is extra clingy and wants so much more attention these days. But the kittens are just showing how much they love me.
I think they are just little brats who hunt because they can and want to bring home their prizes to eat at their leisure and it has nothing to do with moving.
So pet owners? What do you think??
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The Hot Tub
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Publié :21/5/2009 2h59
Dernière mise à jour :22/5/2009 14h01 12115 vues
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Someone said to me today that he really hoped once I got moved in to the new place that he wanted me to invite him over for some fun in the hot tub attached to my new place.
Now really.......
I can honestly say that there is NO WAY anyone is having sex in the hot tub with me.
That is an icky idea, I would have to drain the tub afterwards, and condoms just don't work well in a hot tub.
Did this man think that I would invite him over for unprotected sex? What about me and how I think would make him think that is ever going to happen?
To all my faithful readers...... do I come across as someone who would do that? I don't think I do.
I like to play. I like to have fun.
But I also like to be careful. I am not one to take those kind of chances.
I did when I was younger, but it was a different time.
Now lets be honest here, sex is soooooo much better without one.
But is it worth it?
I personally don't think it is.
What do you think?
Do you prefer it without a condom? Do you always use one? Would you take a chance with someone you don't really know? Is it worth it??
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Hmmmm
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Publié :21/5/2009 2h49
Dernière mise à jour :20/5/2024 15h18 11773 vues
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I think it is safe to say that the hookers in this town are getting desperate!!
You always see the hookers on television being so nice, classy, hot, and a poor good girl gone bad.
Do you think that is what these one are?
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Long Weekend Rant.
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Publié :18/5/2009 11h05
Dernière mise à jour :21/5/2009 1h02 12594 vues
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It is the last day of the first long weekend of (supposedly) summer.
I worked 3 of the 4 days.
Please remember as you read this and hopefully see the humor in it. And I think it applies to most stores.
Now my work place of a beer vendor is pretty popular on long weekends. Everyone wants beer to take with them. Fair enough.
But it is almost like the liquor store at Xmas.
If you know you are going there, please be ready for it. It is going to be BUSY. Line up almost to the door. And it is like that from 3pm to 9pm on the Friday. Saturday almost as bad.
We do our best. The kids are running and doing their best to keep the shelves stocked with cold beer. They do carry outs for ladies or older people, run to and from the back to get specialty items. They bring in and take away empty bottles and cans, take care of the parking lot, and also have to keep beer stocked for the bar, which is always packed on Friday with the after work crowd at that time.
I am doing my best at the till. If you have cash, I can average more than 6 customers per minute, and if you have debit or credit card, 2 per minute. So the line up does keep moving.
Now for my rant.
If you have been standing in line for all that time, PLEASE do not get up to the till and suddenly you cannot find your debit card or money. Would you not have had that ready? We all stand there in almost suspended animation, breathlessly waiting as you dig around, go through every single business card you have ever kept, look in the bottom of your purse and every pocket, watching as if you are going to find the Holy Grail in there, all the while bitching to me how busy it is and how frustrated you are you had to wait in line. Don't count out 35 cents in pennies for us. Do not throw all the change you have in your car on the counter and ask me how much you can buy for that.
Do Not stare at the empties rollers and tell me you had some empties. How many? I don't know. What size? I think they were 12's. Do you see them? No, the kids already took them to the back. So how do I know how many? Well, don't you count them? No, we don't. That is why we have signs everywhere with 6 inch letters saying "PLEASE HAVE EMPTIES COUNT READY FOR CASHIER".
So now what do I do? Do you REALLY want me to answer that question??
Do Not bring in 3 large garbage bags of empty cans and tell me you don't know how many are in the bags. Should I now hold the line as all the boys start to dig through them and weed out all the pop cans and vodka cooler cans that are just garbage and start to count what is left? Is that fair to everyone else? And if I tell you that you have to take them out and count them yourself, don't become hysterical and cry and tell me you will break a nail or that it is too gross a job because you also threw in all your old banana peels and used condoms and then let the bag sit in your truck bed for 2 days. The kids don't want to do it either, and no one else in line wants to wait as we do this so you can collect your 80 cents. Get a grip!!
Do not talk down to us, laugh at us because we have to work on the weekend as you head to the bonfire, and PLEASE do not burp in our faces and laugh uproariously. You are not funny. You are not entertaining to anyone else. You are a goof. An asshole.
Do not get all offended if we ask for ID. It is part of the job. It is the law. I am only doing my job to ask because I cannot afford a thousand dollar fine if I serve a minor. If you are twenty, don't get all up in my face about it. I am in my forties, to me everyone under 25 looks like they are 12. If you don't have it with you, don't stand there and have a tantrum like a 4 year old that I won't serve you. Have it ready!!
Do not stand there and explain to us in long detail that you are not going to tip because you had to stand in line so long, all the while holding the line again. And then demand the boys help you carry out your 2 twelve packs. Those tips are shared by everyone, and usually they are used to buy everyone dinner once it slows down. We are doing all we can for you, trying to get you through the line as quickly as we can so you can head out for fun. And the tips decide if we are having McD's or Pizza Hut. We eat as we work, taking bites between customers, all the while listening to you nag about everything and everything from the parking lot being too full, to if you (but no one else) thinks the beer is not cold enough. Please do not try to take a bite of our food, do not stick your fingers in it, or try to sneak a piece of beef out of my chow mien. That is rude, I don't know where your fingers have been, and I just might jump the counter and slap you.
Do not get mad at me if your debit card does not work. If it says 'insufficient funds' there is something wrong with your math, not my debit machine. Don't tell me I must have done it wrong and to do it again, as if magically money will appear in your account if we do this enough times. And if I do again and it still comes up 'insufficient funds' do not then tell one of the boys to do for me so it will be done right. Same with your credit card. If it is declined, do not yell at me, tell me you made a payment that morning, you don't know what is wrong, but I must have made a mistake. I did not do anything!! You obviously cannot manage your money right so yelling at me will not make your card suddenly work.
Same with if, god forbid, we run out of stock on something. Standing there telling me I am incompetent, when I have nothing to do with ordering, will not make the product appear. After you have ranted for 5 minutes do you think that brand will suddenly drop out of my ass???
Don't call us..... Honey, Babe, Kid, Boy, etc. We don't call you asshole, don't call us by anything other than our names.
And if we do start to lose it, understand that it is because you are a bitch or prick to us, not because we are anti social or can't do our jobs.
And if you don't like how we do things, when we are only trying to be as helpful as we can.......
GO TO THE LIQUOR STORE!!
In Canada, they are government employees and if you think they will be better at it, then you obviously don't know the government!
Whew.
Thank you for listening.
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Hands
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Publié :17/5/2009 1h31
Dernière mise à jour :20/5/2009 9h58 12103 vues
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Do you remember when a man used to kiss your hand?
I miss that kind of attention.
I remember as a little girl going to Montreal and going to a fancy restaurant with my parents. The maitre'd made a big show of saying hello and kissing my and my mother's hand before taking us to a table. I thought that was the most amazing thing and it made me feel very special and important.
To this day, if man kisses my hand, I get that same feeling and can pretty much guarantee that man will get my panties off!
So Ladies, do you like it too?
Gentlemen, do you ever kiss a lady's hand?
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Beautiful
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Publié :17/5/2009 1h16
Dernière mise à jour :20/5/2009 9h59 12276 vues
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I think this is a beautiful picture. Tasteful, sexy, and alluring. The shading and colors are perfect, the woman is beautiful, and everything about it screams SEXY.
I would love to look like that woman. She looks perfect to me. But that ship sailed years ago.
LOL
Do you ever look at a picture of a model or actor/actress and wish you looked like that? Or had that body?
Not is a whiny jealous way, but just to say that you would like to have that look?
I do. I admit it.
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When a man......
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Publié :17/5/2009 1h12
Dernière mise à jour :18/5/2009 22h21 11552 vues
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is so good that you need a helmet, he is a KEEPER!!
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