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Chapter 3 Daydream
Posted:Nov 12, 2015 8:53 am
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2016 1:52 pm
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Michelle finished her morning routine in a daze, really just going through the motions on auto pilot. Thoughts of her early morning adventures were on the
forefront of her mind. The power of the seduction was an aphrodisiac like none other and she was more than ready for more. So ready, in fact, that her
morning routine seemed to drag on forever. Even feeding Whiskers seemed like a neverending chore, even though it was opening a can and scooping the wet mush into the stainless steel pet food dish and throwing away the trash. Michelle was just ready for more. Looking for more. Eager for more. And not more sex, that was too easy, but the seduction and enticing of new prey. It gave her a rush, her blood was still pumping through her veins hot and fast. Her face was still slightly flushed and there was a twinkle back in her eye. Oh, how she had missed the thrill of the hunt.

Some people were addicted to drinking, some gambling, some were even addicted to food, but none of those things held much of an interest for Michelle. She knew she was addicted to sex. Sex, sex, sex, sex, and more sex. It had cost her friendships, lovers, family, jobs, everything. But, she still couldn't help
herself. Every so often, she would think that she had it under control, but then, something would happen, something like this morning and it would hit her
again all over. The pursuit of orgasms would be her only focus in all her free time, or even at work, which in the past had not panned out so well for her.
The only question in her mind at this moment wasn't about how she could keep things under control, but when she could get her next fix.

Michelle knew it was an issue for her. She couldn't help it. Her sister's boyfriends had all made passes at her at one point or another. Michelle never
wanted their attention or made any moves towards gaining it, but there was always something about her that made people act a little crazy around her, even when she was not even trying. Maybe that wild sexual current of desire was palpable to men, she wasn't sure, but she knew that something drew people to her, made them want her, desire her, chase her... At first she felt like the innocent bystander to the wave of trouble that seemed to follow her at every
turn. But after awhile, it became apparent to Michelle that she attracted mischief like a flame attracts moths. It was at that point that she decided to
have fun with it while it lasted.

Once at a work retreat, her boss had made advances toward her, playing a tickle game with her and "innocently" brushing the swell of her breasts. She
never did like to be touched in situations like that. Her boss and his wife were in the process of buying the company and Michelle worked with her, and even
found her to be a delightful and wonderful woman. She remembered after the evening came to a reluctant end, how all her co-workers had gone to a hotel room
and played naughty games with eachother. Some of the girls wearing lingerie and cuddling with the men in the company. Michelle never did like to play with
people that were in her everyday life, and even that rule would get her into trouble from time to time. The girls at the after-party starting complaining
about Blair's wandering hands and Michelle just couldn't help but to put in her two cents as well. Rob, a young man that she worked with, a cute Italian,
had also seen Blair advancing on Michelle and backed her story. After the party, everything seemed to be fine until suddenly one day her soon-to-be new boss
and the secretary came into her office and they confronted her. She denied everything, saying that it must have been just rumours, but it was really awkward
lying about the situation in order to save her job. Then about an hour later, Sara, Blair's wife, cornered her and started to freak out at her about the
accusations. Asking Michelle, well screaming at her really, "Just what do you think I am, chopped liver?" Michelle danced her way around the situation,
saying that if she had a complaint, it was weird that she hadn't actually made one and that it must just be all lies, rumours and ugliness based on a night
with too much alcohol fueled stories. Shock of all shocks, Michelle didn't last at that job too much longer. She had learned that sometimes these things
just happened to her, even if she was innocent, and if they did, she should deny, deny, deny. It seemed funny to her that the victim should be the
persecuted one in these type of situations, but the reality of the matter was that was just the way it was.

She spent the morning, answering her work email and taking care of matters of importance that could not wait. With each email she answered, it seemed that
another would pop up, but finally the emails stopped arriving and she went on answering each request and filling it with lightning speed. "Fuck ya," said
Michelle as she logged out her work email. And now the day was hers.

Michelle had severals accounts on different adult websites. She had already been booted off Plenty of Fish, the owner at the time Markus had sent her a
vicious email about how her profile was abnormal and no woman would actually be as raunchy as Michelle, unless they were one of two things; a ,
or a man pretending to be a woman. But Markus was wrong, Michelle was neither a or a man, she was just a horny girl. She laughed thinking about
how angry Markus was with her. POF wasn't really a great site for hooking up anyhow, too many tire kickers, Michelle wanted the real deal, but that was not
always easy either. But her new site, it was almost a guaranteed connection. She signed into her profile and checked her messages. Nothing too interesting,
a bunch of 18-year-olds trying to get lucky with an older woman... whoopty-do... she wasn't in the mood to teach someone how to make her cum, no matter how
eager and energetic they were. She wanted men, in their 30's and 40's, experienced enough to please her, and with any luck, enough stamina to finish the job.
She usually wasn't picky, but today she just had a bit of an appetite that she wished to indulge.

She unbuttoned her blouse a bit and turned on her cam. Web-camming on the site was a guilty pleasure for Michelle. She loved the attention of a 1000 or so
men while she pleased herself for them. Their comments and attention just made her want to give them a really good show. But Michelle had decided that
todays show would be a little different. She kept unbuttoning her blouse and let her breasts peek out from the growing opening. Teasing the 100 or so
viewers that she had watching with the tiniest flash of her breasts and nipples. And as her audience grew, she in turn, became more and more aroused. Her
nipples growing hard and poking through the thin silk of her blouse, the outline clearly visable. One of the viewers started commenting, please show us
those tits. And so Michelle pulled her blouse open and then with both hands, teased her breasts until they were aroused and eager. There was something about
being watched that was so erotic and stimulating for her. It was so easy to put on a show for the audience. Too easy really. With her breasts bare for the
growing audience of 350 or so, she pulled her legs up into her desk chair, using the arm rests of the desk chair like stirrups and hooking her ankles
around them. In the process, her skirt was pulled up high onto her thighs exposing the creamy white skin of her inner thighs, but not far enough to give it
all away. She glanced over at the number of views and saw it was just over 600. Michelle looked at the camera, curling the left side of her lips up in an
Elvis like snarl, lowering her lashes slightly she spoke to her viewers,"I love playing for you guys and girls. I only wish there were someone here to join
me... mmmmmmmmmm" Her voice was low and sultry, husky with desire. She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something quickly on a piece of paper with a marker and held it up for the camera for a few minutes. Then crumpled it up and began to explore up and down her torso, letting her hands slowly slide upwards towards her breasts, then back down again. Then one of her hands fell away to the moistness growing in her lacey panties. her fingers lightly caressing her hard clit through the thin material. Michelle pressed down, loving how the lace felt against her throbbing pussy, almost forgetting about the camera and
audience that was now over 1000.

Michelle had some Diana Krall playing softly, and she didn't hear the door to her bedroom open right away, but a man in his early 30's stood at the foot of
her bed. He had a lean and muscular body, built bit like Russell Crowe in the movie Gladiator with the same dark, short hair. She turned in her chair to
look at her clock, and that's when she noticed him and visibly jumped. Michelle gasped in surprise, "You scared the living shit out of me... Oh My God."
Putting her hand in front of her, she motioned for him to come closer with her index finger. "What's your name sexy?"

The tall stranger had laughed a bit at Michelle's surprise, "I didn't mean to scare you like that. My name is Adam." His voice was low and husky as he
approached her. Just at that moment, the doorbell rang.

Michelle called down the stairs with a twinkle in her eyes, "Come on in, we're upstairs." `

Adam looked momentarily stunned, but stayed put, alternately rubbing the funny tent in the front of his pants and squeezing Michelle's ample breasts.
Michelle smiled and said, " I hope you don't mind company Adam, I really don't know who all will be showing up." Michelle was listening to the front door
open and then shut. And the foot falls up the stairs, hesitating at the door for a minute. Just then Adam bent down and took Michelle's breast to his mouth,
muttering something about the more the merrier. "Come in, don't be shy." Michelle said with a teasing laugh. Adam had proceeded to lightly lick the tip of
her nipples, first one then the other, barely touching them but making her want more. His lips settled down to kiss the hardening peak of each breast,
settling on the one nearest his body and licking a teasingly wet and delicious path all over her breast before settling in to suckle on her ample nipple.
Michelle could help but to reach towards the tent in his trousers to caress and squeeze Adam's hardening cock.

The door swung open at that moment and a low growling voice spoke over the quiet mewling moans starting to escape Michelle's mouth. "Is there room for one more?"

Michelle opened her eyes and smiled at her new guest, he was a little short for her tastes but that was fine today, what he lacked in height he more than
made up for with his hard body and dark looks. "Yes, there is sexy. What is your name?" Michelle practically panted out. Adam was sucking her nipple into a
hard peak, and letting it slowly slip out of his mouth before starting to lick it again. Michelle could feel the wetness building deep inside her, already
threatening to overwhelm her. The energy and the heat was already making her senses dizzy with desire and longing.

"My name is Burke." The darkly tanned newcomer said with a smile. "Do you mind if I join?"

Michelle tried to shake her head no, but Burke had already looked to Adam for approval to which Adam gestured over to Michelle's other breast, as if to say
be my guest. Burke did not waste any time. He reached over to caress the side of Michelle's face, to which she turned her head and caught his index finger
in her mouth, sucking on it both slowly and deeply. He pulled his finger out of her mouth with a small pop and smiled down at Michelle, "Don't worry sweetie,
I have a little something for you to suck on later, but right now, we are going to make you cum like never before." And with that, Burke sunk his face down
and took Michelle's free hard nipple into his mouth, taking care to use his teeth ever so slightly as he nibbled with his lips. Catching the base of her
nipple between his teeth and lightly flicking the tip with his tongue inside his warm, wet mouth.

Michelle was in heaven. She had never had both her tits worked so expertly at the same time, the sensation was both novel and beyond words hot, both men were trying so hard to please her and both in such different ways. Both were kneeling in front of her chair now, hands wandering down her sides, her back, her breasts, her thighs being caressed in unison, her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. She found herself laying back with her legs spread wide, her eyes
closed, and the soft moans of her orgasms starting to come more and more often. Oh, she thought to herself, just keep sucking my tits boys. And all that
came out of her mouth was mmmmmmmmmmm........ oh yes.... yeah.... Then Adam took his hand and ever so lightly stroked her soft mound, taking time to let her lips open against his fingers slightly before closing again. And as Adam stroked her pussy open again, Burke put one exploritory finger deep inside her,
just enough to give her a little finger fuck and really start her engine.

Burke looked at Adam and stated, "Help me take her to bed, we really need to make this girl cum hard."

"I agree," said Adam. And the two of them proceeded to lift her out of her chair and place her gently onto the top of her bed, causing Whiskers to jump down
in anger and stalk out of the room without so much as a backwards glance. And honestly, Michelle did not care at this point, all she wanted was to cum. Over
and over. The two sets of hands came in handy when it came to stripping Michelle of the rest of her clothes, she could feel their hands moving all over her, and the clothes starting to fall away, thrown unceremoniously onto the floor. Very suddenly she was naked, on her bed, in between two super hot men, this day was starting to look up after all.

Chapter 4... is in the works... lol... hope you guys and gals are enjoying.
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A Slice of Reality with Duck Lips
Posted:Aug 21, 2015 9:36 am
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2015 11:12 am
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Haters gonna hate. I know they say that. But sometimes I wonder why haters feel the need to post their crap on real people's profiles. I see lots of profiles and pictures. Some I like, some I don't. But when I see one I don't like, I don't feel the need to drop a comment saying something negative. Why? So I can make someone feel bad about themselves? No, PussyG don't roll that way. I only want to build up others around me, not tear them down. So, it is totally foreign to me that someone would actually WANT to be that negative person in someone else's day. It totally goes over my head. When someone does that to me I totally have to fight the urge from posting nasty comments on their pictures. But, I don't do it, two wrongs don't make a right. And I personally hope that nevers changes about me.

What I wonder about though, is the whole duck lips fad. You know, when girls would exaggeratedly pout when they posed for pictures. These girls really grind my gears. Yes, it is true, I have natural duck lips. They were born on my face. I can't help it. I was born with a bit of a pout. Perhaps it is from the unnatural way that my jaw closes, one can only speculate, but for whatever the reason, my ducklips are just a part of me.

How does one defend natural ducklips in a society that went overboard on fake ducklips??? People are like, ducklips are so last year. I am like, this is my face. Ummmmm.... hello. My resting bitch face has ducklips, ya jackass. So now, I don't know what to do? Resting bitch face is a great way to not get wrinkles. It's a catch22. I can't very well walk around with my mouth slightly open all the time to prevent my natural ducklips from appearing, my mouth would get dry and people may think I have some sort of issues. you see, no matter what I do, I am screwed. I could walk around frowning all the time but that would be pretty unnatural too. Sometimes too when I get a little naughty, my upper lip curls up in an Elvis snarl, it's my evil & naughty face. Should I stop that from happening as well? To prevent people from hating on my Elvis face? Or how about when I arch one of my eyebrows up in disbelief... When are people gonna stop shouting Can you SMELLlllllllll.... what The Rock is cooking? Fucking Dwayne Johnson nearly ruined my life with that one. I was doing that wayyyyyyy before The Rock was. He took away all my credibility with men for awhile. What man could ever take my anger or disbelief seriously when he was thinking about that when I give him my disbelief/angry face... Can you SMELLLLlllll what PussyG is cooking...? These people imitating my real features and natural expressions have really fucked with my ability to be myself, at the risk of imitating others. Dammm that Dwayne Johnson, if he weren't so sexy and hot and built like a superhero I would beat the crap outta him. I wonder if The Rock has a support group for woman that were using that particular eyebrow raising to signify displeasure before he ruined it for us all, forever... Sighhh.....

PussyG calls The Rock Foundation

TheRockFoundation: Hello you have reached the Rock Foundation, a place were woman who feel that the Rock has destroyed their ability to express disbelief & anger in relationships with men for all eternity. There are 4 callers ahead of you the estimated waiting time is 3 minutes.... fades to Dwayne Johnson singing a parody of I'm Sorry by Brenda Lee.

I'm sorry, so sorry
That I was such a fool
I didn't know
Raising my brow could be so cruel
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-yes

You tell me mistakes
Are part of being young
But that don't right
The wrong that's been done

(I'm sorry) I'm sorry
(So sorry) So sorry
Please accept my apology
But I was so blind
And I was too blind to see

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-yeah....

PussyG: Wtf.
TRF: Hello Dwayne Johnson speaking.
PG: Ummm... hello, Dwayne, I just want to say that if you weren't built like a superhero, and hot and sexy I would be really mad at you right now.
DJ: What's your name?
PG: Call me PG.
DJ: PG, Listen. I am sorry that my trademark expression has ruined your ability to be taken seriously in relationships with men. It wasn't me, it was those bitches at WWE. I told them that we would be negatively impacting on a woman's right to use facial expressions to signify displeasure, but they just wouldn't listen. And hey, the Rock ain't cooking up too much lately, just a lot of salmon.
PG: Ok, ummm... thanks Dwayne, enjoy your salmon, it is a nice tasty and healthy choice for a fish protein. And hey, no hard feelings, I guess it's hard to be a character like the Rock without causing a few waves here and there... But you seem to be a really nice guy with all your charity work and stuff so we're cool.
DJ: Well thanks PG, I appreciate that. now where can I send you a fan T-shirt?

Jiminy Cricket: You called the Rock Foundation PussyG?
PG: Ummm ya, I just got off the phone with Dwayne johnson, he seemed really nice. He apoligized for robbing me of my ability to portray certain emotions through the raising of my eyebrow, and now I just feel like a million pounds have been lifted off my shoulders.
JC: You really need to get out more PG.
PG: Fuck, you don't have to tell me about it... I know. I am talking to an imaginary cricket in my sparetime.

And with that.... Chapter 3 is what PussyG has cooking lately.
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Chapter 2 - The Awakening
Posted:Aug 13, 2015 12:10 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2015 8:43 am
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Inspiration to write some more on my sex serial has hit once again.

It has come to my attention that some members may want to be featured in the story, so if you would like to have a cameo in the next chapter just post a comment or message me if you are too shy and I will write you into the story. Tell me why you would make a good addition to the plot, or an idea as to the scene that you would like me to write for you and Michelle. She is one dirty girl, as you are probably starting to guess and now that she is out of her funk... who knows what will happen. (Well, I kinda know as the story does have some kind of outline in my head)

And please let me know if you are enjoying my sex serial in the comments, if no one says to keep going, I will scrap it here and continue with PussyG and Jiminy, which is not scrapped in the least just on hiatus, I am just trying my hand at writing something that is more substantial.

Chapter 2 - The Awakening

A ray of sunlight was shining in the window, just one little beam managing to sneak in past the blinds and find it's way directly into Michelle's eyes. She squinted in the bed and threw one hand over her head, attempting to shield her eyes and just get that last 10 minutes of sleep. The universe was not smiling in her favour. Whiskers chose that moment to jump up onto her stomach and knock the wind right out of her, his paws feeling like weights on her torso. The fluffy cat started purring and kneading her while attempting to chew on her hair.

"Alright universe, I am up already... You win!" Michelle muttered as she threw both the cat and the cover off her in one motion. She was yawning and stretching on the side of her bed with her feet dangling over the edge, and that is when it hit her. Like all good ideas, this one came out of nowhere, reached up slapped her across the face and left her mind reeling. She jumped out of bed, "It's so simple! Why didn't I think of this earlier? Who cares..." The first time it came out of her mouth slowly, quietly. "Who cares.." A little louder this time. "Who the fuck cares?" Even louder still. And suddenly, it didn't matter. None of it mattered. Not Chris. Not his stupid star wars crap. Not his promises. None of it mattered anymore. "WHO CARES...WHO CARES...WHO CARES.." The words now flowing out of her mouth as fast and as loud as possible. It was like a tonne had been lifted off her. Whiskers stuck his nose out from under the covers and watched her silently, probably not used to seeing her up and dancing in her bedroom floor this early. Michelle ran over to her desk, flipped on you tube and blasted So what, a wonderful angry tune by Metallica. "Who cares, not me..." she sang along to the insane lyrics. "well, I fucked this and I fucked that... so what so what" Headbanging before breakfast was apparently on the menu today.

Michelle was feeling good... in fact she was feeling abso-fucking-lutely fantastic! She practically ran to the shower and turned on the faucet. Pulling her nightshirt
over her head in one quick fluid motion, catching sight of her breasts in the mirror, a smile appeared on her lips. The kind of smile that said, let's go and get some. And all at once, Michelle was back in the game. She let her hands slowly run over her body, first down her face, then onward over her shoulders, stopping to cup her breasts for awhile and feel their full weight in her hands. Pushing them upwards towards her mouth and licking each eager nipple with her tongue both slowly and luxuriously, damn if she wasn't horny as hell. Michelle wasn't done by any means. She left one hand on her breasts to play and slipped one hand into her panties.
Slowly spreading open her pussy, dipping her finger into it's wetness. Oh yes, she was really horny.

Michelle wrapped her silky robe around her, and ran to the kitchen with a sparkle in her eye she grabbed what she was looking for. Once back in the safety of the bathroom, she shut the door and let her robe fall to the floor. Putting her treasure aside for later, where she could easily grab it. Shedding her panties onto the floor and jumping into the shower, she grabbed the manual shower head and turned the water onto a setting that was hard and pulsing. Running the water down her body, flitting back and forth to her breasts, while her free hand was pinching her nipples alternately and letting the hard jet of water in between in fingers. She could feel an orgasm already starting to grow between her thighs, the pressure building up slowly while she continued to fondle herself. "Oooooooooooooooohhhhh yes" and she licked her lips.

Sitting down on her shower stool, she ran the jet slowly down her body, her pussy waiting eagerly for it's pulse on her swollen clit. Her fingers beat the water there and she gave her clit a loving stroke with her favorite two fingers, bringing them back to her mouth for a taste after a quick dip deep inside her pussy. "Mmmmmmm... it's definitely time to share this with someone." She was moaning already... This new energy and zest for life, had woken up her appetite. And it had returned with a vengence. The shower head was sending wave after wave of pulsing water onto her engorged clit. she tucked it between her thighs and used both her free hands to please herself. One hand the fingers rubbing circles on her clit, starting slowing and building both speed and pressure. Michelle's other hand was fingering her swollen pussy, first one finger lightly, then two, with more speed, and then three. Her orgasm was building and building deep inside. A clitoral orgasm started to rack through her body, the delightful tingle starting in her breasts, her breathing fast and hard, then the orgasm coming over her in waves of pleasure. Her fingers never once leaving their position on her clit, just moving faster and faster while she came. But she knew from experience that the big orgasm was still building. Even while wave after wave of pussy juice squirted from her pussy onto her fingers, she knew there was more waiting for her. Much more. Once the orgasm finished, she reached over onto the bathroom counter, grasping for the object she had brought in from the kitchen.

It was so cold. And she was so hot. She needed to fill her pussy up immediately. Really, she knew she needed to be fucked, but this cucumber was the next best thing. In fact, in her mind, diamonds weren't a girl's best friend, oh no, this cucumber was right now. It wasn't a Long English, those were too thin, but a nice fat peeled field cucumber. She took it in her hand, and spread herself open to take it deep inside. It was so cold, and the peeled surface slid right inside her, thick enough to fill her entire pussy but also long enough to reach all the way inside. She started with it slowly, enjoying it's coldness inside her, then again building speed. Just fucking herself with that juicy cucumber.

OMG... she was really gonna cum soon. She could feel her entire body start to tighten, her legs and thighs becoming bands of steel, her ass clenching. She started to squeeze her breasts with her free hand, ready to explode any second. And then finally, she came. It was such an earthshattering orgasm. "Oh fuck me, yessssss..." she was moaning and leaning back into the chair, her body going from tensely awaiting muscles to a puddle of goo in seconds. She was still moaning and coming, when suddenly, there was a knock at the bathroom door.

What the fuck?! that was about the most her brain could conjure up at that second.

"coming" she called out. No time to linger and enjoy the euthoria that was enveloping her body. Shit, shit, shit... Michelle thought to herself, turning off the water quickly and jumping out to grab a towel. Who was in her house at this time anyways? After a ten second toweling off, she threw on her silky shorty robe and stuffed her cucumber inside the front pocket without thinking, after all, it was highly suspicious for a peeled cucumber to be in the bathroom covered in girl juice. All the while, the door was knocking insistantly.

"Is everything ok in there, I heard some noises." And then she knew who it was.

Michelle opened the door a little shyly. Half open really, hiding behind the door. "Good morning Jason, everything is fine in here. I just put the water on too hot." She was peeking nervously at him from behind the door. At over 6', atheletic build, and thick dark hair her next door neighbour Jason was really hot. And also really single since last year his wife had realized she was a lesbian and left him for their nanny.

"well, it didn't sound fine to me, it sounded like you needed help." Jason blushed a little bit, making Michelle think that maybe he did know exactly what she was up to in that shower.

"Maybe I do need some help Jason." Michelle had never thought Jason would be interested in her type. He was always jogging and biking and weightlifting, she didn't think a chubby girl would be on his ToDo list. From the way he was eyeing her wet breasts thru her thin silk robe, maybe she was wrong about that. It wouldn't be the first time. What the hell did she have to lose? Michelle let the door open all the way and towelled her hair down while letting her robe hang precariously open. The wet spots on her skin pulling the robe to her body and leaving very very little to the imagination.

"What did you need help with?" Was it her imagination or did Jason's voice sound a little husky? Was he shifting a little there trying to hide something? Michelle was willing to bet her last cucumber that it was not her imagination. She finished towelling her hair and let the towel accidently fall down her back.

"Oh look how clumsy I am" she said a little nervously, and turned to bend over to pick it up. She knew her robe was much to short to give any sort of cover to her juicy ass and still swollen pussy. Michelle took her time picking up the towel, giving him a peek at what she needed some help with. When she picked it up and turned around, she knew that he was willing to help her with her problem. The front of Jason's pants had grown very tight, giving her an idea that he was most definitely interested in helping her with her problem.

Michelle pulled her cucumber out of her robe pocket, and gave the tip of it a lip all around the top before taking a bite. "Would you like a bite of my cucumber?" She said playfully. He seemed unable to say anything, but to just nod and take the cucumber from her hands. Michelle smiled, and let her robe part just a little farther open, letting her breasts peek out from the robe when she moved.

He was watching her, eyes not moving from the opening of her robe, licking his lips as he brought the vegetable to his mouth, then stopping, as she knew full well he would. His eyes widened at the heady aroma of pussy. "Oh my god" said Jason, "is this what you need help with?" He took a bite and chewed it while keeping the cuke under his noise, smelling it. And Michelle nodded wordlessly, letting her robe fall off her shoulders onto the ground behind her feet.

"yes, Jason, I really need some help." Michelle wrapped her hands around his neck and whispered into his ear, "can you help me Jason?" Her breasts were pressed into his chest, and he put down the cucumber and cupped his hands on her round ass, pulling her upward and closer to him, pressing her naked wet pussy into his fully aroused, but still dressed cock."Maybe you need some help first"
Michelle slid out of his grasp and got down on her knees before him. "Can I help you out of these clothes Jason?" He was already pulling his T-shirt over his head, so Michelle didn't wait for an answer, she leaned forward and with both hands started to stroke him through his pants, squeezing his cock teasingly as it sprang to life, moving on it's own accord.

As she was stroking and kneading his enlarged dick through his clothes, she put her lips to the tip and blew some hot warm air onto it, while licking around the outline. Letting her mouth continue to tease him, she reaching up and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them over his hips. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, his eyes never once leaving Michelle's face and tongue, but a groan started to work it's way out of his mouth. With just his briefs on his cock was jutting out the top of the waistband, and she licked it slowly, tasting the delicious wetness that had started
to build on the tip. He started to wriggle his briefs off, his hands pulling on the waistband eagerly, tearing them off his body, letting Michelle take a good look at the hard, thick 9 inches eagerly awaiting her every move.

Michelle liked what she saw. A hot body, gorgeous face and a huge, hard cock all waiting for her to use and abuse. And Michelle was more than ready to fuck him silly. She took his cock slowly into her mouth, teasingly, licking the sides, her tongue rolling around and around it while it was in her mouth, her hands playing with his huge balls, stopping to take first one than the other in her mouth gently to suck and
lick them. Jason was groaning and moaning. "Oh fuck Michelle... I have wanted you to do this to me for months." His eyes nearly closed, his mouth open, his hands on the back of her head, first pressing lightly down on her to encourage her to take more of him into her mouth, then wrapping into her hair and pulling her head down onto him, force feeding the entire length of him into her mouth. Fuck, Michelle was so turned on.She took a few more stroking mouthfuls of cock, really going down deep on him, and he suddenly released into her mouth. Wave after wave of cum, filling her mouth, while Michelle swallowed and swallowed.

And even as he was finishing, he was apoligizing. "Michelle, I don't know why I came so fast, it's been so long, and you looked so hot and sexy. Oh fuck." He pulled out of her mouth and started to pull his clothes back on. Michelle just watched him, naked still on her knees on the floor. "He pulled his shirt on and wriggled back into his pants in record time. "I have to go to work, Oh shit, I am gonna be late for work."
He was already starting out the door, and Michelle was just watching him. "Can I call you later, or come over after work or something?" Jason really didn't waste any time, he was already headed out the hallway to the patio door that he had entered from, calling out to her as he was leaving. Michelle watched him hurry out, not sure what to make of it.

"Well that will never do!" Michelle said to herself. The whole situation was awkward, embarrassing and weird as hell. Not to mention, it just made her more horny for the real thing, and less than satisfied with her vegetable substitutes. Michelle's inner slut was waking up and it was hungry. Now all she needed to do was to find plenty of hard eager cock to play with and she knew just where to find some.

Whiskers seemed to agree as he lay on Michelle's bed eyeing her lazily while he licked his nuts. "Whiskers, you know I hate it when you do that there!" Michelle said almost jealously. When you start to be jealous of a cat licking it's balls, you know that you seriously need to get laid.

Chapter 3 will be coming soon....
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Daydream - Chapter 1
Posted:Aug 10, 2015 8:20 am
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2015 7:29 am
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Hey everyone, this is a little project I have been working on here and there for fun. The premise of the story is just an idea that I had while on the site. I don't know how often I will post new chapters, it will really depend on how much free time I have. Let me know what you think, it is a departure of sorts from my typical silly stuff. It will get pretty steamy in the next couple of chapters, so stay tuned.

Daydream - a fictional sex serial

The sun was shining just like any other day. And just like any other day Michelle was dreaming. She was lost in front of her keyboard, updating her facebook status to some nonsense about how her job sucked and it was time to circulate her resume again. It seemed it was always the same shit on facebook. Somebody had a baby, someone died, someone was sick, some random funny posts, and some the world is going mad posts... nothing new here. Life had just lost the spark for her lately.

Her sex drive was non-existant. Nothing excited her anymore. Life had just become routine. Michelle had to fake her smile more and more often, and it hardly ever made it to her eyes anymore. Ever since she stopped talking to Chris.

Michelle shifted in her chair. The sunlight shone in the window and turned her dark hair into an auburn and gold cloud of curls, shining and sparkling with each slight movement of her head. The sight of it drove her back deeper in the shadows. Seeing her hair shining in the sunlight had made her think of him...AGAIN.

Thoughts of Chris invaded her mind daily it seemed. The longer the time
stretched since her last angry letter to him, the more often he crossed her mind. And even now, the image of his face filled her mind against her will. A picture of him from a ski trip. Chris standing victoriously on top of the Swiss Alps with his arms outstretched, ski goggles pushed up into his dark hair that was tumbling down his forehead, eyes crinkling in defiance to the brightness of the sun and
snow. She shook her head to get the image out, but knew that it would be back again sometime. Michelle sighed at the keyboard and slowly reached over to turn her laptop off.

Shutting the lid of the laptop, Michelle allowed her day dream to overtake her once again. This time she was at the train station in the rural Swiss countryside. In her day dream she was wearing a blue dress the colour of the sky on a beautiful summer day. A flowing skirt that ended an inch or two above her knees. The neckline skimming the top of her full breasts. And of course, her hair was a cloud of curls spilling down her back, nearly reaching her waist. It was warm and sunny, she imagined herself standing on the platform of the train and looking around, her eyes searching for him, for Chris. This time when he came to her, he was standing in the
crowd holding his light saber high over his head. Oh, dammmm, laser sabre she corrected herself. star Wars nerds were a tough crowd to please. And this thought made her smile. The thought of him in the crowd, waving his sabre around for her to find him in the confusion. Michelle started to grin in both reality and in her day dream. There he was... his dark hair and green eyes. Crooked nose. Crooked little smile with his full, soft lips, the words Michelle "I am here."

Michelle felt her body start to respond to this daydream. Her nipples made little hards peaks behind her thin T-shirt. Her clit started to swell and get sensitive. Michelle could feel her pussy start to get wet with desire, her panties growing damp as her daydream progressed.

He was walking towards her now, through the crowd, dipping his shoulder in and weaving his way around the other passengers. Michelle took a few tentative steps towards him. Clutching her new leather carry-on bag, like a life preserver, her eyes
were focused on Chris. He was smiling now, maybe 20 feet down the platform from Michelle. Michelle could see the other occupants of the platform starting to look at her, standing there all alone, the wind playfully twisting her skirt in the breeze, running it's wild fingers through her tumbled curls. And she stood waiting for Chris to cover the last 10 or so feet that stood between them. The sunlight was playing in her hair as well, turning the dark strands into spun gold and bronze, a silken cloud
that settled on her shoulders and face. Then, he was right before her, standing right there!

The sound of an incoming text on her cell phone slapped Michelle back to reality in a heartbeat. "This can't be happening again!" she groaned. It seemed that even in her daydreams she couldn't get lucky. Each day dream managed to come to a screeching halt right before she could imagine her dream lover ever touching her or even speaking to her. Her body though was still aroused. Nipples hard, clit swollen and juicy, pussy wet and ready.... who was she kidding, ready for what?
She glanced down at the message on her phone. It was her boss reminding her of the party on the weekend. Michelle entered a hasty positive reply with a smiley face and turned the cell off without awaiting a response. Michelle had some unfinished
business on her mind.

Michelle was horny as a hound dog. Her body was such a traitor, an innocent day dream of Chris could drive her crazy with desire. She lay back on her bed and pulled her panties down over her soft thighs, kicking them off her feet and letting
them fall to a lacy pile beside her bed. Her t-shirt was pulled over her head in an instant, landing beside the wispy pile of panty. Her full, soft breasts were in desperate need of attention, and for once, she wished it was from someone's hands other than her own. Michelle's large pink nipples were hard twin peaks of desire. She licked the tips of her fingers and started circling slowly on her breasts. The wetness and soft touch of her hands immediately brought a diamond hardness under her fingers. Michelle closed her eyes for a second and imagined the wetness came from a tongue, the hot moistness brought on by someone's mouth other than her own. She gave her hard nipples a pinch and a gasping moan came out of her throat. She sat up long enough to put some lesbian porn onto her laptop. This porn featured a hot older brunette with big, perky nipples and long legs and a petite, young blonde with small pert nipples and breasts. The cougar was licking one of the blonde's little nipples and fingering her tight, pink, lust-swollen pussy, taking time to give her a little spanking on her tiny heart-shaped ass. The blonde was currently fighting her way up to lick and suck the cougar's tit's. Putting them in her mouth one at a time, both at a time, crushing her face into the impressive
cleavage. Michelle watched as the blonde started to finger the luscious pussy and rub the slut's hard clit in little circles with her fingers. Michelle's fingers went back to her nipples, squeezing and pinching them a little, blowing cool air over their wetness. Then running one of her hands down her soft midsection slowly until reaching her wet slit, where one finger pushed inside her pussy, then two. She felt the tight, wet, warth of her desire building as she watched all the licking in earnest. She took her fingers from her pussy and brought them to her hot mouth, she was so eager to suck and lick all the delicious pussy juice from her fingers, and then brought her hand back to her pussy, this time reaching for her swollen clit. She could feel another moan ripping out of her mouth. Her two fingers circling her clit slowly and rythymically, still playing with her nipples and squeezing her breasts. The wave started to overtake her then. Starting small and building quickly to strength. The orgasm ripped through her body. Squeezing her thighs together tightly, she came. Well, squirted really. Hot wet pussy juice working it's way down her ass to puddle on the sheets below her. But, it wasn't enough. Orgasms she gave herself only complicated things and made her even more aware of the fact that she was not getting any real action.


"Maybe I should look at his last email?" Michelle whispered outloud. Then she clapped a hand over her mouth, like there was someonethat could hear it, other than her big fluffy Persian cat, who was currently watching her from the other side of the room. "No, I will not give him the satisfaction of answering him." And that was that. Chris had all her attention at one point in time, but, he had ruined it all. "No, why should I go back to somebody that didn't appreciate what he had in the first place?" she was throwing her clothes back on almost angerly, talking to her cat Whiskers. Whiskers wasn't too impressed and he simply meowed curiously at Michelle. No help from that direction.

Things were not going as Michelle had planned lately. She hadn't sang in ages, and it left her feeling hollow and incomplete. When Michelle sang, she closed her eyes and went to another world. It was an escape like no other, a drug that left a feeling of euthoria through her body and calm and peace in her soul. She could sing away any mood or feeling. Dispell anger in a quick series of angry metal songs, or sing a song so sad it would make her want to cry, or one so fun and catchy that she would get up and dance. She could sing hours and hours a day. It consumed her. She wrote a song for Chris once. Now it seemed pathetic, like making a mixed tape in the '80's. But still, they had invented so many games and even a way to communicate despite the language barrier. But that was old news now. In the end, it was still the same. He was gone. She had felt him leaving even before he knew that he was, Michelle had asked him several times if everything was ok, but he always said yes, he was fine. But she knew, just like she always did, that he was not.

Michelle had always had a sixth sense of sorts and could read people very well. The internet seemed to intensify that ability for her. She could tell if someone was in a good or bad mood when they wrote a letter, or if they were lying, and would get flashes of the author while reading their emails. More so, she could call people to her, she could call them and make them contact her. It was a little freaky sometimes, it was something new that she had discovered about herself, something that she knew made her different from a lot of people. And something that unnerved people when they finally figured it out. "No more time for nonsense!" Michelle stomped her foot at the statement and was rewarded with a peircing glare from Whiskers, who got up and decided it was time to see if there was any food in his dish. A loud meow from the kitchen resounded and pulled Michelle from the clouds and back to Earth where she belonged.

To Be Continued....
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Fast Times at FriendFinder-x (Jr) High...
Posted:Aug 8, 2015 9:40 am
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2015 6:25 am
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You know what I am getting so sick of? Does anyone really wanna know what is grinding my gears? Probably not, but since I can't hear you all shouting to stop my bitching and bellyaching I am just going to tell you all anyhow. Ha! And you are powerless to stop my relentless rant... Mwahahahahahaaaaa!!!

I love chatting in the chatrooms, I love to go in and joke around with other members, meet new people, talk to old friends, or just watch the chat roll around and laugh at some of the clever jokes and banter in the room. Since the dawning of the internet, I have been a chatter. But, in here, I don't feel free to do so anymore. Which really fucking sucks, cuz it is one of my most favorite things to do. I find that some of the people in here are just rude fuckstains that have to be the center of attention at all times or their stupid fucking egos are crushed. And so, I get to be the target of some rude, ignorant comments from small-minded egotistical members. And I refuse to sink to that level of intellect or values, I simply don't get off on negative energy and vibes.

Nobody hears me crying if chat is dead for me and nobody wants to talk to me, it happens to all of us from time to time. When that happens to me, I don't sit there and insult the members that are chatting, that would be fucking absolutely ridiculous! Why would I want to spoil someone else's fun? I know it can be fucking hilarious in the chat rooms at times, and if someone is having the time of their life, I just sit back, watch the fun.. and laugh along. I don't feel the need to be the little snotty cunt that makes everyone and everything uncomfortable and awkward... and all you chatters know what I am talking about. You have all seen it in action. Just a reminder to a few of the members in here... the name of the site is FriendFinder-x, not JuvenileFuckNutFriendFinder, just act your age, not your IQ. It's not always about you. I know that is shocking and world - crashing news to some, but just fucking deal with it. Thumper's mother had some great fucking advice, you know from Bambi, something along the lines, "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." And that is all I gotta say about that. That and quit being a fucking social retard loser and just fuck off with ya. Fucking little baby ass whiny bitches... hahahah and now that I have that off my chest, onto the regularly scheduled programming.

I was cruising my messages the other day, as I usually do, and something happened. This member, lets call him Chris789123, messages me, saying Hi how are you?. And so, I return his message. Hi Chris, I am doing great today, how are you?... and this is where it gets funny...

The next message back... hahahahahah...

Chris: How do you know my name is Chris?

I could almost feel the paranoid sweat dripping off this guy's forehead...

And so I reply, taking care not to be mean...

PussyG: I simply assumed your name was Chris as your username was Chris789123. (a smiley face is so important at times, as is a winkyface if you are making a joke while chatting as sarcasm does not travel well electronically.)

In my mind, I am thinking to myself... OH NO!!! It's one of them... the Zombie apocalypse is real and it is happening in my inbox.... FFS... I thought that I would be safe in my virtual world of sexiness... but NO, They really are everywhere!!!!

I would be a great partner in the Zombie Apocalypse... for real... I can cook over a variety of heat sources, I know herbal remedies and medicines, give a great massages, I am very observant of my surroundings, I can shoot a gun or swing a shovel or bat with impressive force, and I don't run too fast so your back would always be covered in the event of a high-speed zombie chase... Just think about it. I will be taking applications for ZAPs in the near future. (ZAP being a Zombie- Apocalypse Partner) I truly believe that a girl can never be too prepared.

I have been putting some thought into some things brought to my attention lately. If I WERE a superhero, what would my superpower beÉ (AWWW fuck, I broke my keyboard again... !!! Why does this shit always happen to meÉ question mark. )

Back to the question at hand, what would my superpower be... hmmmm...

The very first thing that pops into mind would be the power to bore the living crap out of people with annoying true facts. Like the Its a FactGirl... Oh how well I could bore the living shit out of someone with all the useless trivial knowledge in my head. And yet somehow, i suck at Trivial Pursuit. I donèt get it. (Fuck, I should really fix my keyboard, but yet, somehow the act of doing it would be way too much effort at this point and also kind of like a declaration of defeat, and so I will boldly go where not too many have previously ventured, and leave my keyboard settings as is. I just donèt understand how it always happens to me anyhow, some master plot designed to piss me off, or distract me from using my superpowers for the good of mankind, of that I am sure.)

A few have suggested my superpower should be the Hoover Maneuver. And I did consider this at one point, I decided against it when I had to explain what the Hoover Maneuver was to a member. Is it just me or when you have to explain a joke to someone it just really isnèt funny anymoreÉ(questionmark)....(I suddenly wish my super power was to be able to telepathically change my keyboard settings back, somehow that would not be a declaration of defeat in the least)

Zombie: I am afraid I dont understand this Hoover Maneuver.
PussyG: Ummm... well a Hoover is a vacuum.
Z: ok, and... I still dont get it. ( I know there should be an apostrophe here, I just hope my punctuating archnemesis doesn^t show up and spank my naughty grammatically defective lazy ass)
PG: Ummmm.... well... a vacuum is known for its suction powers.
Z: and then....É (fucking question mark)
PG: I just cant do this with you right now, you are hoovering the fun right out of me at lightning speed. Super powers...deactivating.... total system shutdown in T minus 10, 9 , 8, 7...

And there you have it, my Kryptonite is dumbasses. Fuck, I am soooooo screwed.

Jiminy Cricket: Pussy, I did not know you were a FemBot.
PussyG: What the hell are you going on about now fishbait...
JC: I totally read that last bit in a robot voice.
PG: Dont start with me Jiminy.
JC: Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or what (question mark)
PG:.Just bring me a double double dark roast and STFU.
JC: typical Canadian, always grabbing a Timmies.
PG: It is on the top ten list of Canadian delicacies.

And that is a wrap... off to start making my Mighty Super Pussy costume.
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How to pass time waiting in line...
Posted:Mar 21, 2014 12:08 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2015 1:30 pm
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The best part of living in a tourist town has got to be the hot men. Hot traveller's going through for the weekend, hot bartender's, hot servers, hot trail guides, hot river guides, hot ski instructors... It's just full of hot.

Oh, wow, bringing back the joys and fond memories of my 30th birthday... Haha my girl Quaneesha and I were at one of our favorite local hangouts on my birthday and we met this super cute guy who we nicknamed Kurt Browning, because he was funny and doing a striptease on the coffee table for us. We asked him what he did and he said he was a kielbasa salesman... sounds like the lyrics to a Weird Al Yankovich song...

(note to readers, this man was not really Kurt Browning, in no way I am saying that Kurt Browning was stripteasing on a coffee table in a local bar for me. I actually have 5 pics of 5 different guys showing me their tits that evening I call it Men Gone Wild... lmao)(and for those of you who don't know who Kurt Browning is, I will save you a google... Former Olympic Canadian Medalist in Men's Figure Skating... I think he does a show Stars on Ice now. I bet he misses the 90's more than I do)(If you are Kurt Browning and you are reading this, I am your biggest fan, and also on a totally unrelated note, FriendFinder-x owns all intellectual property on this website, go talk to them)

PussyG: So Kurt, what brings you to town.
KurtBrowning: I sell kielbasa.
Quaneesha & Pussy G: You sell kielbasa, so you are saying that you are a travelling Kielbasa salesman.
KurtBrowning: No,... not kielbasa, kookoo clocks.
PussyG: Oh ok....

Of course in our state of current paralysis for the duration of the evening this man was known as Kurt Browning and was a travelling Kielbasa salesman. And he was selling his sausage all over town.

JiminyCricket: What's up PussyG, couldn't get any meat on your own? Had to buy a nice big piece of sausage?
PussyG: Hardee-Har-Har.... Very funny you little green asshole. I thought you were supposed to be like some happy little advisor dude singing about rainbows and lollipops and shit in my head all day....
JC: Sometimes I just can't help myself.
PussyG: Ahhhhh, shit Jiminy... Kurt Browning just escaped into a drunken haze somewhere.
JC: Wasn't his part pretty much played out Pussy?
PussyG: Ya, I think he may have had one or two more good oneliners then I grew bored.

In a drunken giggle, we giggled our way over to the local dance club. Which was only a block away. The place was packed. Lineup out the door. And, my archnemesis was at the door. This doorguy sucked. He would let all my friends in and always stop at me. So I am stuck out there for 15 minutes waiting.

Let me set this up for ya a little... the dance club was on the top floor of an small shopping plaza with stair, escalator and elevator access. There was also a hotdog stand somewhere near the lineup. The hotdog lady becomes important later on.

Quaneesha and I saunter up the stairs, giggling and giddy. For once, the line breaks up and starts to move and we both get in.
A miracle... ha... take that evil bouncer...

When we walk in, it is exactly midnight. The actual day of my birthday. And the dj is playing up a new song... PussyG was one of the older of her group of friends, so I was turning 30 while they were still safely 28, so I got teased about my age a lot... and the dj decides to play Mrs. Robinson... It's just too much for Pussy, haha 30 was pretty old. PussyG decides to take a little break outside for some air...

Well, you evil bouncer, now you got me... So stuck in line at the club, I notice the back of the head infront of me looks familiar. PussyG steps back and takes in the hot new cop in town... complete with handcuffs...mmmmmm...

This guy was the guy every girl in town was panting for...I mean, there was one time a bunch of local girls were literally cheering him on as he ran across a field to get the bad guy at 1am... go officer hotcop, you are my hero... Not gonna admit if I was or was not part of that crowd of admirers... he was an Italian dreamboat. Dark hair and eyes... yum yum yum... PussyG knew him well... he had to dress up in traditional uniform Mounted police style, you know the red velvety stuff and the big black weird ass hat, in the summer. PussyG worked in a local Italian restaurant, so HotCop would stop in there from time to time to step into the freezer to cool off. He was very shy, and I served him many cool drinks, as my boss liked it when I entertained his company for him while they talked about me in Italian. Bunch of old pervs... haha...
We never spoke to eachother other than to say hello or to ask for a gingerale. Or beer, if he was off-duty.

Back to the line... tapping HotCop on the shoulder,

PussyG: Hi Officer HotCop, offduty tonight?...
HotCop: (turning and smiling) Hi PussyG, How are you?
PG: I'm good, but I'm wondering if you know how fucking hot you are? (did I tell you I am absolutely one of the world's greatest flirters?lol)
HC: Well, ummmmm..... ahhhh... Thanks...(Nothing like putting a guy on his ass like that once in awhile)
PG: You should be kissing me right now.
HC: Ya... I should

Hotcop grabbed PussyG and started kissing her violently... now remember, we were in the middle of a club lineup, with people allround us...
I remember,,, trying to get out of the line and getting pushed back up against various poles and signs... while kissing this HotCop's face off the whole time. This is where the hotdog lady comes in... she's only got one line...

Hotdoglady: Hey... get off my hotdog cart... that's not sanitary.... Go get a room...

I remember HotCop whispering to me, I have a key to the elevator. (It was kept locked during the evening so there was no vandalism.) MMMM.... sexy elevator sex...

We kept kissing and making out, rubbing eachother through our clothes almost desparately... pushed up against a brick wall with my arms over my head being kissed passionately, on the lips, down my neck, the tops of my breasts... Hotcop fumbling for the key, while people were peeking around the corner and telling the onlookers that we were still making out.

Finally, the elevator doors open, and we fall inside the 4x4 elevator and the door closes, Hotcop, does something to the elevator the unmans it for the outside commands.

Hotcop: I been thinking about you sucking my cock.
PussyG: That's funny, I have been thinking about sucking your cock.

I was starting to unbutton his shirt, then put my hands inside and felt his hard chest against my hands... and started to undo his pants, kissing my way down his chest and stomach... finally getting on my knees and looking up...

PussyG: Do you mind if I suck your cock right now?
(It's funny, how I always ask and start before anyone can answer, it would be awkward if someone did say no...) I already had started licking the tip of HotCop's cock in slow circles, stroking the shaft lightly, teasing with my mouth, until finally, I take his whole cock in my mouth, sucking and licking...cupping his balls in my hand, I start to lick and suck them so gently, while stroking his cock... after a minute or so... I move back to his big juicy cock... take the whole shaft in my mouth... Hotcop's got my hair wrapped in his hand.. pushing my head deeper and deeper onto his cock... Fucking my mouth absolutely furiously... Somehow in all this my shirt is missing...He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and growllls at me that he needs to fuck me now...

Hotcop is pulling my skirt down and my nylon stockings are ripping and tearing as he pulls on the garters trying to pull off my panties...

Our breathe is warm and loud... in the glare of the elevator emergency lighting...
Hotcop finally gets my panties off, then tells me to suck his cock somemore, slapping my cheek lightly with his hard dick... Make my cock wet so I can slide it in baby.... Oh... I want to fuck you so bad right now...

I suck and lick his cock eagerly... getting it wet, But I knew that my juicy pussy was more than wet enough for him already.
I bent over and teased the head of his cock with my pussy so he could feel how wet it was, but not quite be inside... He grabbed my hips and thrust deep inside... so hot and hard... that rush of excitement feeling a hard cock thrusting inside my wet ready pussy was so hot... I could feel myself start to cum almost immediately.
HotCop kicked his pants off one of his legs so he could REALLY give it to me... and started to fuck my pussy deep hard and fast... So hot really, elevator sex with that hot stranger that you have secretly admired for awhile. I was coming and squirting allover his cock and we could feel it while we fucked gushing out of my pussy while he fucked me harder and harder... I remember I just kept cumming and cumming harder and wetter and louder...Ohhhh Officer HotCop, Do me you big boy...Oh PussyG, I think I'm gonna cum, Your making me cum.... I"M CUMMING!!!! it had to be the hottest encounter ever...When he came inside me... it was amazing... his cock pulsing and throbbing as he creamed inside my wet pussy... he was groaning and moaning like an animal... and just kept cumming for so long.

Then it was over...

Jiminy Cricket: That was hot PussyG, did you take a video?
PG: Nah, that was before everyone was taping everything they did with their phones.
JC: Haha... they were taping it... you just didn't notice, you were too drunk.
PG: I hear crickets are good dipped in chocolate. Shut your piehole.

Getting our clothes back on, and kind of sheepishly looking at eachother in the romantic afterglow emergency lighting of the elevator. We reached the bottom of the elevator and the doors open. And we step out to a standing ovation. Turns out the elevator shaft makes a great sound amplifier. The people at the restaurant on the bottom of the plaza could hear it all....

So, what does a chubby bunny do when frightened?

Turns tail and runs. I didn't even look to see how HOtCop made out... I booked it!

The back alley was about ten feet from the elevator, PussyG skipped out of there as fast as her highheels could take her... Thank God I only lived 2 blocks away through the back alley.

JiminyCricket: Really, do expect us to believe that?
PG: Half the time I don't believe it, so I don't give a shit what you think.
JC: Relax PussyG.

And yes, there truly was about 12-15 people standing by the doors when they opened. And yes, the rumours went around the small town as can be expected.

And no, HotCop and I never spoke again afterwards... too embarrassed. Haha.

Just another glimpse into the life and times of PussyG.

(Please be advised that the names and professions of the people that may or may not be mentioned in here are definitely not about you or someone you may think you know)
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Do you like your eggs over easy? Part 2
Posted:Mar 18, 2014 9:49 pm
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2014 12:12 pm
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Now if you think that I can't top the mother in the morning story... guess a-fucking-gain...

It was a nice summer's evening long ago. And PussyG felt like having a cocktail after work. Off she went to the only bar in town... that kind of place... and before too long was nestled inside a group of friends having a paralyzer.

There was a lot of joking around and flirting as there always is in a bar. PussyG noticed that the hot young and married handyman was there. Everytime this guy came in the room where PussyG was, he just stopped and stared. To the point where it was uncomfortable. I mean a little look up down fine... but to stand there staring quite obviously with a big grin on your face not saying anything is another.

PussyG never messed with married men as a rule, so it was a little stressful. Handyman was trying hard to buy PussyG a drink, so she let him and the evening was getting a little bit fun. A couple more cocktails, and Handyman was getting more and more interesting as he stared into my eyes. I remember looking away and blushing quite often under the intensity of his stare.

Handyman started to tell PussyG that he had separated with his wife for the last 6 months and was hoping that she would come over to his place for drinks. Hmmmmm.... Separated, eh?

PussyG being the drunk lush that she was back in the day, of course said sureeeee... let's go.

And so, off we went to this little cabin on the outskirts of town... So romantic, me Handyman & and his angry cousin who was driving us.

Angrycousin: Who's this chick? This is not cool cuz...
Handyman: This is my friend PussyG
AC: You are so gonna get busted.
HM: Nah... it will be fine.
AC: I hope you know what you are doing...
HM: PussyG have you been to my new place?

Our threesome went inside the cabin... it looked like the had been playing in the livingroom that day, and there were pictures of the family on the wall... But, no, this does not phase PussyG

There was a weird period where Handyman left me with Angrycousin while they saw some lights drive up the lane... but to this day I am unsure of what that was all about.

Jiminy Cricket: PussyG, did you really fall for the old we broke up story.
PussyG: Shut up Jiminy
JC: You really pulled some dumbass moves when you were younger.
PG: Look Cricket, just get out your lube because it is going to get hot in here.
JC: Giggety...

Handyman felt better about things after the lights outside went away, and he invited me into his bedroom. The art in that room was absolutely amazing. If you enjoy 8"x10"'s of a guys wife while you are getting frisky in their bed.

PussyG is a real trooper, ignoring the lifesize portrait of his wife on the nightstand, I proceeded to take out his cock and slide it into his mouth. Licking up and down the shaft hot and wet... sliding my tongue around the tip of his cock while I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth. Moaning... oh, so hot. I do so love to suck a good cock. Licking sucking stroking with my hands while he lay back, closed his eyes and started to thrust his cock into my warm inviting mouth. Sliding my pants & panties off my legs and climbing on top of his face... pushing my juicy clit towards his mouth... waiting for the first touch of his tongue licking and lips sucking... and waiting... and waiting... The cock once so hard and thrusting was now limpdick.

WTF...

Handyman looks over and says... you gonna make some guy very happy some day... and hands me my clothes. And yes, those of you worried, I did get my panties back this time.

PussyG: WTF.

Wtf.

Wtf fucking fucker.

Let me get this straight.. WTF.

Dammit... let's get me out of here before your wife gets home.

Angrycousin ended up giving me the ride of shame home that night. I don't remember much about the ride, except that it was very very quiet.

By this time, it is 5am and of course, PussyG had to work at 8am...
The nice thing about being 23... 2 hours of sleep in the backseat of your car will keep you going through the day after the night before...

And again, I am minding my own business at work, when the door opens and a family walks in... 4 grandparents, their granddaughter and the lovely young married couple... Handyman and his wife.

Jiminy Cricket: This is too much. The whole family?!?
PG: On a stack of bibles...
JC: You may burst into flames at any time.
PG: Nah... I will be good. This shit is too good to make up.

And so, PussyG starts another walk of shame with her coffee pot... making my way over to the table...

"Do you like your eggs over easy?"

Jiminy Cricket: PussyG, I worry about you.
PG: Ha, Don't worry about me Jiminy, I am like a cat I got nine lives.
JC: This is what mostly I worry about since you don't seem to learn the first time...
PG: Fuck off you motherfucking Cricket fucker...

All swearing in this blog is credited to the bad influence of certain people on PussyG. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!!
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Do you like your eggs over easy?
Posted:Mar 18, 2014 7:01 pm
Last Updated:Aug 5, 2015 6:55 pm
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Oh, the hottest stories are cumming out of the vault today.

It was back in the late 90's and I was in my early twenties. A friend from work was getting married in the town that I lived so a bunch of us hit the wedding after work at 10pm. Since we showed up late, everyone was handing us drinks like crazy to get us caught up. So... end result... PussyG is drunk in an hour flat and feeling hot to trot.

Oh, what a wild I was... Haha... I remember like it was yesterday. I was 23, single, and drunk. What an amazing combination to make for a magical evening of fun.

I remember dancing to the dj... oh what a riot indeed... such amazing hits like you can't touch this... where I would actually stick my round ass out and slap it and sing you can't touch this... ohhhh... the magic was in the air... the 90's were supercharged with such classic movies as "Dirty Dancing" & "Flashdance" so drunken 23 yr olds were just a hoot. I was trying to carry some watermelons across the dance floor, when I suddenly noticed this guy that was a regular at the restaurant that I worked. He wasn't real cute or anything, but always a nice guy... so I sashayed over to the musical stylings of Right Said Fred... I was too sexy for my shirt. As we were dancing, if you could call it that, everytime it said too sexy for my shirt he was unbuttoning his shirt. Then suddenly he was too sexy for HIS shirt and before I knew it I was dancing with a shirtless 18 yr-old cowboy. Now, this is not usually a bad place to be... but... it was a friend from work's wedding, and a small town, and his mother was there. I tried to shake the horny cowpoke off my leg, so I could escape before his mommy saw... but it was too late. By now cowboy love is trying to drown me with his tongue and I am desperately trying to get out of the corner...

Cowboy's Mommy: Just what do you think you are doing?
Pussy G: I think he is a little drunk.
CM: I was talking to you... He's just a boy... How old are you anyway?
PG: Say what...!?
CM: (to cowboy...)let's get you home, and mommy will get you out of these clothes and into bed.
Cowboy: But Mommmm, I am talking to this nice girl here... you gotta back off...

Pussy G put on her dancing shoes and got outta there...
Back to the party... heck... shirtless drunken cowboys can't stop PussyG from having fun.

I was hanging with some friends when suddenly... out of nowhere I see this absolutely gorgeous tall handsome man walking towards me.

I can't help but to panic a little at this point. I didn't recognize him... Oh god, I wonder if I picked him up last week at Sherlock Holmes?

He's getting closer... I start to laugh a fake little laugh and smile big to seem more interesting... I wonder if this worked or if it just made me look like a big grinning drunken idiot? He was stopping right in front of me...

Panic..

Hot guy... dead ahead... warning warning warning... system overload...

He looks directly at me and says...

HotGuy: Hi PussyG, remember me?
PG: Gulp.... no (I think my voice squeaked out)
HG: Sure... It's me Lance, we went to highschool together.
PG: (thinking)... ohhhhh..... babbbbbbbbbbyy..mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
HG: So, what do you think want to come over to my place?

I bet you can't even imagine what my answer was. On a cloud of paralyzers and breathmints I was naked before you could count to a 100. He only lived a block away. Gotta love small towns for something...

He brought me in the basement door... warning sign... danger... warning... and it lead straight to his bedroom. He pulled my dress off me in one sudden motion and pushed me down onto his waterbed... As my head settled into the waves I see and feel my cute little black lace panties flying off into the corner...

I never did see those panties again... Let's all think about the tragic loss of those panties for awhile...

Jiminy Cricket: Nobody gives a flying fuck about your panties... Tell us more about getting bent over naughty style...
PussyG: Put the oil away Jiminy, you're making me nervous!

Where was I... oh yes black panties... I remember him attacking my body with his lips... first kissing my lips hard, with force making me gasp against him, them his mouth trailing down my neck, licking and kissing his way towards my breasts... I was lying there in the rippling waterbed starting to cum. His tongue was hot and wet against my hard nipples, he was licking and nibbling and biting them... Oh man, and his hands were everywhere, first rubbing my clit, then poking inside my pussy... first one finger, then two, then three... I started to buck and moan so loud... "Lance... yes... OMG... that's it... oh ya I'm cumming... DON'T STOP I'M CUMMING!"

Then he climbed on top of me and thrust his huge hard cock into my soaking wet pussy... thrusting deep inside my pussy... I was cumming everywhere... and letting the whole world know about it...

"I'm cumming everywhere!"

After a couple hours of riding his hard young cock... I fell into an exhausted sleep at 5 am. I had to work at 8am. I think I was still drunk. And most definitely smelled like I had been ridden hard.

At least I had brought clothes to change into for work the next day.

I woke up at 7:45am and thought...Where the fuck am I? I really need to lay off the vodka....

Quickly looking down at the hot guy laying there in bed and thinking... what was his name again? Just kidding I remember it was Timmy. I mean, Lance.
I did regret having to go to work.

I grabbed my stuff, except for the cute black lace panties... did I tell you they were my favorite panties? Ok ladies, I know you have left a cute bra or panties somewhere after a night out before and then it was your favorite pair, and you wore them just in case you got lucky, cuz you looked hot in them, and then you lose them... Sucks! The whole panty order is in disarray. #2 becomes #1 #3 becomes #2... it just throws off the whole order of things in the underwear drawer. So then, you end up going out and buying a couple hundred dollars worth of underwear, and your panty universe is in turmoil. Sighhhhh.... it is tough being a woman.

So...PussyG makes it to work, feeling a little less than wonderful. But still smiling and smiling and oh it's a beautiful morning. There is a spring in my step and a smile on my face.

Remember the fact that I worked with the people that I went to the wedding with?
Cook #1 Where did you take off to last night.
PG: No where
Cook #2: You were supposed to stay at our house.
PG: I stayed at a friends.
Cook #1: I bet...
Cook #2: Was it that hot Lance I saw you with.
PG: I don't know what you are talking about, I thought his name was Timmy.

The morning was like any other morning, except for one thing.
In walks Lance's mommy.

For real, his mom came in with 3 of her bitchiest friends to complain about the little slut that was cumming in her 's room all last night.

PussyG is stressed.
Walking over with my coffee pot... I smile and ask them...

"Do you like your eggs over easy?"

Jiminy Cricket: PussyG... 2 moms in the same night... that is untrue
PG: Ha!! I wish Jiminy... I wish... If something strange is gonna happen, it is gonna be to PussyG... you know that by now.
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Freaky foursum or totally twisted fivesum
Posted:Mar 17, 2014 4:36 pm
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2014 2:37 pm
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Spring has sprung and so has PussyG's sex drive. I was taking a stroll down sexy memory lane, when I suddenly spotted this little gem over in the corner.

My girlfriend had come up to visit me and we decided to go out and get absolutely hammered. So a bunch of us girls hopped in our car and went into Edmonton. West Edmonton Mall, to be precise and we wanted to party.

It was spring, so we were all in our pretty girl dresses. We went over to Sherlock Holmes to play some pool. It didn't take very long to have a small audience watching us as we bent over the table, maybe showing a little or a lot too much cleavage or leg. Before we knew it, a small brigade of the British army was escorting us back to our table and joining us buying us drinks. As we drank more and more... of course, it turned out that the boys in uniform had a hotel right across the street.

PussyG is nothing but resourceful... the British dudes were all right.. but here were 2 of the cutest Canadian boys standing beside Pussy trying to get her number. What is a girl to do, but to invite them along to the British dudes motel of course. There is nothing like a packed taxi cab full of drunk dudes to ensure a good frisking on the way to your destination. Booze fueled and feeling pretty good with the 3-1 odds.... off we went.

I can't remember what hotel it was... but it had a huge pool in an open lobby with the rooms overlooking.

I remember like it was yesterday... when we got there... we all decided to jump in the pool at 2am... Pussy peeled off her dress, and oh no... wasn't wearing a bra that night... so off I jumped into the water wearing a little bitty thong... Oh man... it was real cold.

It was much what you would expect from a drunken halfnaked dip in a pool. I had so many hands on my tits and ass I didn't know what was going on... One of the British guys had decided that I would be his fucktoy for the evening... but, he really didn't know Pussy.

As expected 10 drunk people made a lot of noise in an open lobby pool at 3 am and eventually we could see the curtains in the rooms start to peek open, of course we all went Sshhhhhhh...... and froze very still like not moving would mean that they couldn't see us all half naked in the middle of the pool... so.... sure enough...a few minutes later... in comes hotel security.

Have I mentioned that I never get away with anything?

When the big bad security officer came in equipped with billy club, pepper spray and a walkie-talkie... surprise surprise they send half naked Pussy over to deal with him.

"Hey, you guys... you need to ge..." I waded over towards him and let my arms fall from my tits. They were wet cold and looking splendid. The guard looked at me... looked at the guys... and said "I will give you guys 20 more minutes but keep it down.."

First time my boobs got me OUT of trouble... haha.

Of course, we decided to split as the whole security guard thing put a damper on our naked pool groping. We made our way over to the British dudes rooms, and then... it happened.

Big British dude decides he would like a PussyG sandwich... problem was no one offered him one. So, after I called him a wanker... my friends and I decided to split with the Canadians that I had thought to bring along earlier.... Ha... I bet you forgot about them... well... PussyG didn't.

That just goes to show you a girl can never be too prepared.

The Brits may have looked good in uniform but these Canadian boys were hot hot hot... mmmmmmmmm....Canadian boys...

We hailed another cab... this may be the only time I can say in my life that I took a cab dripping wet, naked and wrapped in a towel. The cabbie was a hot looking black man... So it was only natural that I showed him my creamy white tits for a tip. He liked 'em. Well... from the grin on his face from ear to ear...

We arrive at the hotel... flashing some crotch like we were Britney Spears or Lindsey Lohan... trying not to laugh or be loud as we walked into the lobby of the hotel still dripping wet, wearing towels, and carrying our clothes... Haha... I can't even imagine how much alcohol must have fueled our crazy sexy evening... but I imagine it is safe to say..... a hell of a lot....

I think about it now... and wonder how on earth we ever got away with prancing by the nightclerk desk wrapped in our towels drunk carrying our shoes. But we did.

We got up to the room and had a drink. There were 3 girls and 2 guys. Well... I think I forgot to mention that one of the girls looked like a cherry tomato and was pretty much safe from the men. So really, there were 2 guys 2 girls and a very pissed off cherry tomato.

The room was literally 2 queen beds a tv and a chair that sat at the end of one of the beds. Cherry tomato took her seat in the chair and my friend and I both lounged on the beds letting our towels fall where they may.

I really don't know how it happened, but suddenly there was a dick in my mouth and one in my pussy and I was being ridden hard. My friend jumped in and was sucking on my nipples and licking me. I was starting to get pretty excited by this time. The guys switched and I was sucking a cock that tasted just like my juicy pussy as I started to cum and cum. Then the guys started to cum too... one filling up my sweet juicy pussy the other grabbing the back of my head and ramming his cock deep inside my throat while he came.

I think I looked over at Cherry Tomato and she was watching Seinfeld... trying to ignore us.

By this point we didn't care who was watching... my girlfriend and I 69ed and each of us took a cock in our pussy or ass while we came.

The next thing I remember it was morning... I was trying to get out from under the pile of naked limbs and Cherry Tomato was sitting and watching the whole thing with a look of shock on her face. I don't think she ever saw a penis that wasn't her brothers before.

I finally get out of the naked people pretzel... and look around thinking what time is it? And how did I get so naked?

JiminyCricket: PussyG... you may be a little bit of a
PussyG: Jiminy, don't be like that... I was 25.
JC : Well, I can't say that I approve of all that nonsense.
Pg: You just jealous I haven't been skinnydipping with you Jiminy.
JC : Naked in a cab?
Pg: Hey... a girl's gotta live once in a while.

The two guys wake up with grins on their faces saying... can we do that again?

But alas, the sexy combination of excessive amounts of alcohol, darkness, and skinnydipping had wore off and it was time for us to be on the road again.

Nonetheless, the conversation in the car on the way home was priceless...

Cherry Tomato: You guys are whores
PussyG: Nah, not whores, we didn't get paid, we just sluts.
CT: Fucking disgusting, I can't believe you made me watch.
Pg: Haha... you liked it baby...
CT: Fucking gross...

The moral of this story is... when you go out to get laid leave the ugly girl at home.

Jiminy Cricket: That is not a nice thing to say.
PG: I don't get paid enough writing these things to be nice.
JC: Some days I don't even know you.
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PussyGs Magic Night
Posted:Mar 3, 2014 8:17 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2014 4:46 pm
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Oh... it was a magical night. We were out at our friends house. Had a great evening of dinner and for some strange reason his friend wanted to watch ABBA Live Videos in the basement til 1 in the morning. It was 1996 but still.... who the hell impresses people with ABBAÉ

(I am having a keyboard malfunction, if anyone is smart enough to know how to stop my keyboard from making É instead of question marks let me know, for now I will simply use the É to mean a question mark since we are all aware of the problem (lmao I think my keyboard may or may not be smarter than me))

Back to the dancing queen... when his friend finally went to bed...I think he was trying to seduce us into a threesome with Take a chance on me...(Dammmm ABBA for being soooooo sexy!!)we climbed into our luxury foldout sofa bed and started to fool around. We had been together for 2 years, but I had never had an orgasm... Hell... I didn't even KNOW women masturbated until I was 24. Its sad but true... I grew up as an orgasm deprived . I wonder if there is a support group online for people like meÉ (question mark)

I don't know if it was the ABBA talking or what... but he started doing stuff I had never even imagined possible. (Remember I was as innocent as Snow White at this point... I don't even think I had ever seen a porn before.... much less a sexy dancing ABBA video.) He started with some foreplay. It was almost beyond belief as he touched my breasts made my nipples so hard, licking and sucking one then the other, kissing my neck and then... the magic started to happen. He reached down between my legs, and started to rub my clit. To be honest... I didn't even know I had one of those. And then, oh my, I started to have an orgasm. Looking back on it now, it was a very modest little warmup orgasm... but it was my very first. I started to moan and squirm a little. He climbed right on top of me and thrust his hard cock into my wet pussy. I was just laying there in disbelief, eyes wide as I had another orgasm. WTF... is something wrong with meÉ!É(question marks)... I think I am paralized. The tingling started in my toes and worked its way up as I came for the first time in my life... My hips thrusting upwards and writhing underneath his cock... OMG... and then it happened...

SQUIRT!!

I came everywhere. Allover his dick (which he did not seem too pleased with), a big huge wetspot on the bed, and cum dripping from my pussy to my ass in a yummy juicy oh baby baby kinda way...

He suddenly stops fucking me. Pulls out of my eager wet pussy... and first he touches his dick... I am laying there like... WTF... get back in there soldier... then he touches the soaking wet bed... then he touches my pussy... he pulls his hand away in shock... looks at me quite seriously and accusingly says;

BadLover: You fucking pissed the bed.

Pussygalor: No I didn't.

BL: You fucking pissed the bed!! ( a little louder)

PG: Keep your voice down... I didn't pee the bed. I don't know what happened. (I am in shock, I just had my first

BL: I CANT BELIEVE YOU PÎSSED THE BED.....!!!! (even louder)

PussyG was just thinking... OMG, like this is sooooooo embarrassing... How can this get any worse!

Then his friend yells down the stairs;

Can you guys keep it down! If she pissed the bed we will steam clean in the morning! Holy fuck!!! Go to bed already!

That was enough for PussyG to want to roll over and die. I had my clothes on and was out the door in 3 seconds flat.

JIMINY CRICKET: PussyG you are full of shit... nobody is that stupid.
PG: I swear Jiminy, this shit is too good to make up, has to be the truth.
JC: Hmmmmm.... did you happen to catch this event on video, becuz I could definitely verify the story that way...
PG: Jiminy, if you weren't such a sexy cricket, I would kick your ass to the curb...Besides, I sent you that awesome dirty blowjob vid last week...

The moral of this story is simple.... Just how frigging bad was this guy in bed anywaysÉ (question mark)

P.S. Dear Mr GrammarPolice, although I know that you most definitely have a grammar fetish and at some point will probably be asking me to punctuate you in bed, please be aware that I am also aware of my lack of proper grammar and punctuation throughout my blog and fail to see how editing my work on FriendFinder-x can possibly enrich my life. No offense, but half of the people who read my blog were quite possibly disappointed that there were no pictures of me frolicking naked. I also did think of how my sloppy punctuation would make you feel down in all your naughty parts.
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10 Warning Signs That You Are An Internet
Posted:Feb 23, 2014 10:51 am
Last Updated:Feb 8, 2015 2:43 pm
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I have compiled Pussy's top 10 list for the week....

This week...

Top 10 Warning signs that you are an internet .

10. You know what time it is anywhere in the world at any given time.

9. You have more pics of dick on your computer than of your family.

8. When you go to the mall people call you by your profile name.

7. You develop carpal tunnel syndrome.

6. When asked how you are, you immediately answer horny & wet.

5. You start setting up photo shoots for your profile. (not me, haha)

4. You need a secretary to keep up with your messages.

3. The website gives you a free membership.

2. People that you don't have the foggiest recollection of tell you that "it has been a long time & they missed you"

And number one reason....

1. Weird, random strangers show up at your door in the middle of the night when you never told them where you live.

I will be back with another blog very soon.... just a short one that popped into my head that I thought I would share.
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Chocolate covered pussy
Posted:Nov 19, 2013 7:30 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2014 3:33 pm
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Light are dim... check
Soft music playing... check
Sexy lingerie... check
Chocolate covered pussy... check

Sounds like a night to remember, doesn't it.

Things are not always as they seem.

Let me give you the dirty details of how this all went down.

One night Pussy G was feeling particularily sexy, hair all made up, makeup perfect, everything was looking real good. Then Pussy decided to do something a little over the top.

mmmmm....insert Hersey bar here...

Taking a piece of the chocolate and pressing it between my lips by my clit I waited in anticipation for my lover to join me. Wondering what he would think of my chocolate surprise.

I remember laying there thinking, oh he will be so pleasantly surprised... I was so proud of myself...

In comes in lover, entrance stage west, sexy Pussy G waiting in eager anticipation for his arrival... legs slightly spread, silky lingerie in spendid disarray, nipples hard, breathing a little fast...

Waiting, oh waiting in anticpation for that first little tongue on pussy connection of sparks and fireworks...

Oh god, I could already feel it in my thighs, starting to tremble as my legs were parted ever so gently, kissing up my thighs upwards, upwards to that ever so juicy climactic point.

In my head, oh ya baby, lick my pussy, make me squirt juicy cum everywhere, in the back of my mind, I am thinking of the tiny square of Hersey's chocolate, slowly melting inside...

OH, GOD, he is gonna be so fucking surprised. I can remember thinking. Gawd, I must be the sexiest bitch ever... While the kisses and stroking of my thighs got closer and closer to the final destination..

I am starting to pant, breathing getting more and more closer to the final breaking point of do me now big boy...

And then, he reaches the apex of my thighs (to those of you not familiar with Harlequin Novels, this means, he has finally reached pussy)

Oh my gawd, this is gonna be galor...ius...

Waiting...

As suddenly, my lover recoils, with a look of horror on his face...

OMG OMG OMG... he says in terror...

WTF is that...

I will NEVER forget the look on his face... as he peeled off the bed, disgust dripping from the look on his face...

I think you need to go clean up... he says pointing at my love triangle, my apex of pleasure.. my mound of joy...

Pussy G: What's wrong baby
Lover Boy: I think you need to have some cleanup time
PG: Whatever do you mean?
LB: I can't really say... but what the fuck is that between your legs?!?!
PG: ?????? What?
LB: HORROR HORROR UNBELIEVABLE UNCONCIEVABLE HORROR (of course I am paraphrasing here)
PG: oh no baby, that's chocolate.
LB: PANIC PANIC PANIC...WHAT?
PG: I put a piece of chocolate for you to find in my pussy....
LB: I think I am no longer horny...

Lesson learned here, please ladies, for the love of god and all that is holy... before you put anything brown, or green or yellow or red in between your legs..(even if it is edible) you must make both parties aware of the transaction.

This means no ketchup... no mustard.. and especially no relish...no gravies or sauces... it all must be disclosed, no jello no whipped toppings... nothing... it must have clearance Clarence, to get off the ground with authority.

I do not like chocolate pussy, I do not like it in a boat...I do not like it surrounded by a moat. I do not like it WHEN IT'S A SURPRISE AT ALL. I do not like it on toast, this is when I dislike it the most.
I do not like chocolate covered pussy for real... it should be disclosed when it is to be a meal.

( this is not a rip off of Dr Suess, notice how the parameter is all off. )

Jiminy Cricket: Pussy G WTF????
Pussy G: I don't know what you mean...hahahhah
JC: Have you been drinking again?
PG: I've only had one Jiminy, I've only had one.

Pussy G is signing out... hoping to hear of sexual crimes larger than mine....

PS... wtf, eh?
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