Cunnilingus
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Posted:Mar 17, 2019 6:20 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2019 6:05 am
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I'll have what he's having...
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Hand Jive
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Posted:Mar 16, 2019 6:35 am
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2019 6:19 am
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The Rolling Stones did a song about this.
In this cute little country where I come from
Nobody ever works, and nothing gets done.
Hand jive...
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Porn as Art
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Posted:Mar 14, 2019 9:11 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2019 12:16 pm
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Sitting on it...
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Snowbird
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Posted:Feb 27, 2019 9:38 am
Last Updated:Feb 28, 2019 6:08 am
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Tired of the cold, the snow, Chloe went south for a week. She sat on the beach for a few days. And when she wasn't sitting on the beach, she was either at the pool, or on her patio.
The sun always made her horny.
The margaritas and mojitos always made her hornier.
She thought of a country song, realized that tequila really did make her clothes fall off.
And it made her fingers explore her sex.
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69
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Posted:Feb 25, 2019 5:38 am
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2019 5:34 am
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"How long has it been since we've 69ed", she said, undressing.
"A couple of months?", I said. "Maybe longer?"
"That's too long", she said.
She was naked now. I looked at her body, so firm, still, after all these years. I was naked too, and looking at her was making my penis stiffen.
"Lay down", she said.
I got on the bed. She straddled my face. I lost myself in her cunt, licking and kissing and sucking. I rimmed her, she moaned in response. I could feel her mouth on my cock. From this position she could take it all the way to the root. She fucked me with her mouth. I fucked her with mine.
And then she came.
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Two Headed
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Posted:Feb 24, 2019 6:18 am
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2019 5:33 am
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Liz lay back, reached into the night stand. Outside, the wind was raging and it was snowing hard. Bailey and Peter were already in bed. They could hear Bailey's moans over the sounds of the tv in their room. They knew that Peter was fucking her hard, probably from behind.
Liz took out a two headed dildo, licked one end, offered the other to Stacy. Stacy smiled, took it, pressed it against Liz's cunt. She reached down, opened her sex with one hand, guided it inside with the other. Liz's breath caught. It filled her.
Stacy took the other end, pressed it against her own sex, pushed it inside. She moved it back and forth, fucking the both of them at the same time. Liz moistened her finger, pressed it against Stacy's clit, massaged it in a circular motion.
Stacy came. It was Liz's turn. She hoped that when she did, Bailey and Peter could hear her from their bedroom downstairs.
They did.
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Trust
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Posted:Feb 23, 2019 6:02 am
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2019 6:09 am
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She trusted him. Otherwise, she never would have given herself over to him in this way. He knew that, and would never abuse her trust.
He took her wrists, extended them over her head, attached them to two restraints hanging from the ceiling. He pulled her top up, exposing her breasts. He squeezed her nipples, made them hard. She wondered if he would put nipple clamps on them. He thought about it, decided against it.
He reached into his toy box, took out a blindfold, placed it over her eyes. This was where she had to trust him the most. She could see nothing now. She didn't know what he would do next.
He reached between her legs, his fingers probing. She was already wet from the excitement. Now she was even wetter. He rubbed her clit, made her gasp. He wet his fingers in her cunt, explored her anus. She was so turned on right now, she would do anything for him.
He went to his toy box, found a ball gag, opened her mouth with his hand, slid the ball gag into it. She enjoyed the sensation of having her oral fixation satisfied. She hoped he would replace it with the cock.
For now, the ball gag would have to do.
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Blow Job
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Posted:Feb 22, 2019 8:38 am
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2019 5:41 am
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His cock was thick and full. She took her time, teased him. He was flaccid when she started. Minutes later he was fully erect.
She wasn't sure if she could get it all in her mouth. She tried. Alas, she couldn't. She used her hand to stroke him. She tasted him, licked the semen from the tip. It was sweet. Salty. She liked it, wanted more.
She licked his shaft, his balls. He pulsed. She sucked gently on a testicle, licked further back across his perineum.
Then she went back to work on his head, licking, sucking, pushing him into her mouth. She could feel him begin to build. She pulled off, stuck her tongue out. The first stream hit her tongue, fell back onto his cock. The second stream stayed on her tongue. She continued to coax his load out of him, then swallowed.
It's a shame his wife didn't like this as much as she did. It's a shame her husband didn't either.
She couldn't wait until she could do it again.
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Fingers
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Posted:Feb 20, 2019 11:49 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2019 6:50 am
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"Bring that pretty little cunt over here", Bailey said.
She was sitting on the sofa, eyeing Liz. The Bachelor was on tv. Peter was in his chair, reading. He rarely watched this show. He always said it should be called "Commitment Issues." It was hard to argue with that logic.
Liz got up, went to Bailey.
"Show it to me", Bailey said.
Liz pulled down her leggings and thong. Bailey reached for her, drew her closer.
"No, really show it to me", she said.
Liz reached down, spread her labia with her fingers. She was already wet.
Bailey licked her finger, slid it across Liz's clitoris. Liz caught her breath, her eyes rolled back into her head.
"Kneel on the couch", Bailey said. "Rest your arms on the back of it."
Liz did as she was told. She reached between her legs, spread her lips again. Bailey slid two fingers into her cunt. She licked Liz's anus, rimmed her. Liz arched her back, and gave herself over to her lover.
Peter put his book down.
And watched.
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Snowbound, Part II
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Posted:Feb 19, 2019 11:10 am
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2019 11:11 am
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When we were finished, Vickie lay on my chest, her body curled into mine, my arm around her. I looked out the window. The snow had let up a little, or so I thought. I sighed deeply, kissed the top of her head. I could smell her shampoo, and as her breathing deepened, I felt relaxed for the first time in days.
When I woke up, her head was under the covers, her mouth coaxing me back into action. I held the back of her head, encouraged her efforts. I stiffened, and then I had a full blown erection. She stopped, looked up at me.
"Thank you for fucking me earlier", she said. "Now it's time to make love to me."
"My pleasure", I said, smiling.
She swung her leg over my body, straddled my face, lowered herself onto me. I tasted our mingled body fluids, my saltiness and her sweetness. I licked her anus, probed her with my fingers and tongue. I made her come.
She dismounted, lay on her back. I mounted her. She reached down, guided my cock between her labia.
"Make love to me", she said. "Treat me like your lover."
I fucked her slowly, deliberately. She came, and came again. Outside, the snow had picked up again. Vicky gripped my ass with her hands, threw her legs around my waist. I continued my slow, deliberate rhythm.
I could feel her fingers on my shaft, and then she slid one into my ass. It sent me over the edge.
"Give me your cum, Baby", she cooed. "I want to feel you pulse."
When we were through, we showered, together, and dressed for dinner. Our options were a Jimmy John's and a Pizza Ranch. We walked to the Pizza Ranch.
Then we went back to her room for Round 3.
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Snowbound
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Posted:Feb 18, 2019 7:38 am
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2019 6:00 am
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Occasionally I have to travel for work. I find getting away to be exciting and exhilarating. Perhaps it's the change of scenery. Perhaps it's something else, such as the possibility of a little strange.
My business concluded successfully late Saturday afternoon. I went back to my hotel. I preferred boutique hotels. I appreciated the ambiance that came with something that wasn't a chain. This time, though, I was in a Holiday Inn Express. It was clean, comfortable, and ascetically sterile. My flight out was scheduled out for mid-day Sunday, and while the weather babe was predicting snow overnight, I thought that a little snow wouldn't stop a flight.
I went out for dinner, had some stew at an Irish place down the street. And a Smithwick's. I ogled the two women down the bar from me. They were very attractive, and completely wrapped up in their conversation. I concluded that it wasn't my night, paid the bill, and left.
It had started snowing. I cleaned off the car, drove back to the hotel. There was a basketball tournament in town, and the dining area was filled with teenage boys and their parents. I thought about hanging around with them, decided it was too much testosterone for my taste. I went up to my room, fell asleep watching a movie on HBO.
When I woke up, it was snowing hard. There was at least eight inches on the ground, and no end in sight. I checked my phone. There was a text from Delta. My flight was cancelled. I called them, waited on hold for what seemed like an eternity, was told that any potential flights were already booked, but they could get me on the same flight on Monday. I took it.
I got up, showered, dressed, and went downstairs for some breakfast. The dining area was filled again, with the same teenagers and their parents as the night before. I filled a plastic cup with some orange juice, guzzled it, did it again. I stood in line at the coffee urn, filled a Styrofoam cup, chatted with a woman I didn't know. She was friendly, pretty and smiled easily. By the time I had fixed my coffee, she was gone.
Bored, I grabbed my coat, went outside, cleaned off the car. There wasn't anything else to do, so I decided to go the store. I saw a grocery store a half mile away, figured I could get some booze, while away the time. I grabbed a bottle of Ketel One peach and orange blossom-infused vodka, some fresh raspberries, took them back to the hotel, sat on the bed, and watched an old Matthew McConaughey movie. I looked outside. The snow had intensified.
I grabbed the vodka and my book, went downstairs, and sat at a table to watch the snow. I took a plastic cup, filled it with ice, threw in four raspberries and poured the vodka. I opened my book, Ron Chernow's epic biography of Alexander Hamilton, and started to read.
I didn't see her enter the hotel. She walked past the dining area, stamping the snow off her Uggs. She saw me, smiled, waved, and headed for the elevator.
A few minutes later she was back. She had changed into a pair of flat brown booties. She had a denim shirt on over a navy blue tank top, leggings. She approached me, smiled again. Her smile was electrifying.
"You're the guy from this morning", she said.
"I am", I said.
"Are you stuck here too?", she said.
"Yeah, my flight's been cancelled", I said. "I'm on the same flight tomorrow."
"Same here", she said. "What are you drinking?"
I showed her the bottle.
"You're drinking that straight?", she said.
"No", I said. "I'm sipping, and I'm waiting for the ice to melt. I like the edge off, but I still want to be functional. Care to join me?"
"I'm Vickie", she said.
I introduced myself.
"Thank you", she said. "Vodka makes me, so, how do I put this delicately."
"That would depend on what emotion you're trying to express", I said, smiling.
I looked at her. Her hair was a dirty blonde. She wore it straight. She was petite, well put together. She wore very little makeup, yet was very attractive. I got up, grabbed a plastic cup, repeated my process for her. I handed her the drink, we clinked plastic cups.
"Here's to being snowbound", she said.
"Here's to making the best of a bad situation", I said.
"You think I'm a bad situation?", she said.
"No, you're the best of it", I said.
She laughed, took a sip, gasped. "I think I need to let the ice melt a little more", she said.
"That a pretty good idea", I said.
"Vodka makes me horny", she said, looking directly into my eyes.
"Life makes me horny", I said, looking back at her.
She raised her glass again in a mock toast. We talked. Outside, the snow kept coming down. We didn't care. I made us both a couple more drinks. We talked some more. She took off her denim shirt. Her face was flushed.
"I see these young women now", she said. "It's a fashion statement to go braless. I'm not sure how I feel about that."
"Because?", I said.
"Because I see their little titties bouncing around under their tee shirts, and their nipples are hard, and I find it highly erotic", she said.
"So do I", I said.
"I wish I could do that", she said.
"I have a feeling you can", I said. I liked where the conversation was going.
"Really?", she said.
"There's only one way to find out", I said. "Take your bra off and give it to me."
"You're serious", she said.
"Then you'll know", I said.
She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, pulled the straps down over her shoulder and handed it to me.
"Usually I make the guy do this", she said, laughing.
"Stand up", I said. "Let's see what you've got."
"I should make you do the same thing", she said.
"You should", I said. "Stand up."
She stood. Her breasts were small, firm. For a woman in the late 30s, she was in great shape. Her nipples stiffened.
"You can do it any time you want", I said, visually inspecting her chest.
"Thank you for that vote of confidence", she said. "Shall we take this upstairs?"
"For?", I said.
"I don't do casual sex", she said. "You can either make love to me or fuck me."
"Can I do both?", I said.
"Even better", she said.
She took me to her room, pushed me against the wall, kissed me. We took our time undressing each other, exploring each other, tasting each other. She got on the bed, on her hands and knees. I got behind her.
"Fuck me now", she said.
I did.
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Erotic Photo of the Day
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Posted:Feb 16, 2019 5:51 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2019 6:33 am
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The thought of submitting to a woman excited her. She showed up, was led to the basement. Mistress caressed her cheek, squeezed her mouth, slid her tongue into it. She was wet already.
She was stripped except for her panties, positioned facing a steel pole, her hands and wrists bound to it. She was told to bend over. She felt her panties being pulled down. Fuck, she was wet.
Mistress explored her now, her fingers working her openings.
She thought she was going to explode.
Mistress wouldn't allow it.
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