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A Meal And A Show

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Dec 222014

Tolbert watched the couple from across the restaurant. The Blonde tossed her head back and laughed easily at what her companion said. They were enjoying each others company. Only a few sips of wine into dinner, and from where he was sitting, this was a beautiful match.

Tolbert cut into the filet and decorated his plate with blood from the almost raw, red meat.. His taste buds danced with the same anticipation as did his cock. His meal was accompanied by the show from across the way. He didn’t have to worry about being noticed or seen.

The Blonde reached out and tapped the pads of her fingertips gently on top of The Gentleman’s hand. She teased him with a coy smile and primly pulled back her hand. Her red nails left an invisible net of lust, drawing him to her.

Their server, Williams, delivered their food, and their wine glasses were refilled.

“Will there be anything else for the moment? asked Williams.

The Gentleman shook his head and The Blonde just smiled. “No, thank you, though.”

Williams bowed slightly and left the table. The Blonde and The Gentleman took moments tasting their food and complimenting choices. Tolbert just had to wait. He’d seen the fervor, just under the white tablecloth.

The restaurant was emptying slowly, and the couple was finishing their meal. Her legs recrossed under the tablecloth. She feigned an accident as she brushed one up against his trousers. He felt the length of her heel. The Gentleman imagined her leg over his shoulder.

She squirmed in her seat. The Blonde leaned over the table, her ample breasts pressing themselves against the top of her dress. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her. He didn’t need the invitation. The Gentleman’s hand wrapped around the back of her head. He pawed in public display of sexual desire. Their actions caught the attention of the hangers-on. It propelled them towards the door.

Tolbert sat down, back into his little cove, flushed. His cum garnished the single piece of bloody piece of meat on his place. He continued to cut into his dinner, enjoying the texture of the meat mixed with the warmth and saltiness of his own semen.

Williams appeared by his table just as Tolbert noticed the couple rushing for the door. Williams watched them go and noticed Tolbert’s plate.

“I thought I might have put a bit too much in the wine, Sir.” Williams half-way asked the owner.

Tolbert laughed. He ran a sliver of meat around in a circle on his plate, chasing up the juices. “You did fine, Williams. Just fine. That’s all for now.”

An Ex For A Reason

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Nov 112014

I hate leaving parties alone. I hate leaving a party in which a fresh ex is in attendance . I knew he was waiting for me to look in his direction. He just needed some tiny tip off from me. If he got it, it would be alright to approach. The silly little games we play.

I could have kept to myself and ignored him. Ignored what I knew he wanted to do. Probably, it was to fuck me. Most definitely, he wanted to flirt. We were standing across the room. I leisurely found the end of a couch and three other people followed suit down the piece of furniture. I settled my dress on top of the pair of jeans next to me just in time for him to appear with a chair. It was flirting, even if it wasn’t. He wanted to draw me in.

Admittedly, It’s hard to come home lonely and horny. The drive can take forever and the demons your mind create are dark and hungry. Finding comfort in an ex can feel like a quick fix, a moment of weakness, or just getting a nut.

I won’t lie, the sexual tension was thick and slippery, like my thighs. I had to take a moment to think on how to play it. The Devil does tug. And then I remembered…

An ex is an ex for a reason…

“Enjoy your night.”I stood up and walked out.

When I got to my car, my hands fumbled with the key fob. Once I got the door open, I slid inside. I slammed the door behind me.

I pulled my panties down and shoved two fingers inside my pussy.

Sammy and the Gag

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Oct 292013

The initial request was for the room at the end of the hall, next to the heating and air. That was room 106. He spoke with the manager, made financial arrangements, and the room was theirs.

She arrived shortly after he did. Following unspoken orders, she stripped and proceeded to tighten the gag around the back of her head, tightly. It was a rule that she had to have her gag on her person at all times.

He turned up the T.V. for background noise. They barely noticed that the air-conditioning was out by the time they were focused on each other. The mingling of sweat, tears, and juices made the room smell like sex, and seem to be warmer in temperature for it. A cold shower cooled them both; and they were on their way.

Shortly after the guests of 106 had arrived, maintenance alerted management that the air-conditioning system for the entire wing was freezing up. The manager sent Sammy to turn the A/C down in every room down the wing, except 106, as it was occupied. When he got to 105, he made his way to the thermostat, but was stopped in his tracts by the sounds coming through the thin walls of the room next door. They had the T.V. on. That wasn’t what caught his attention.

Sammy heard the man’s voice speaking in a heavy tone. He heard the slapping of flesh against flesh. Even through the gag that Sammy was unaware of, he could still hear muffled cries of a female. His excitable cock sprung to life. He stumbled onto the bed and ripped it from his trousers. He shot his glistening load into a handful of tissues while listening to room 106.

A month went by before Sammy noticed that she had arrived before him. That never happened. She entered the room and Sammy asked another employee to watch the desk while he went to take a piss. He took off in a quick jog towards the direction of room 106. Sammy knocked on the door a few times. He could hear skittering inside.

“Management. Please open the door.”

She was already undressed and gagged. The knock completely threw her off. She was trying to unhook the back of her gag so she could at least get it down around her neck enough to peek out the door. She wrapped herself up in a towel.

She opened the door only a smidgen. Sammy jammed his foot inside and pushed right passed her. She immediately told him to get out. Sammy closed and locked the door behind him. He turned to her, her gag hanging from her neck. He’d wrestle away her towel, pin and gag her. He would enjoy fucking her for the ten minutes it took him to get off.

She screamed and huffed into a ball that would not hear any of it. Her cell phone was *dinging* with a message saying that He was going to be about twenty minutes late.

T.M.I. Tuesday – Fill In The Blanks

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Sep 172013

TMI Tuesday: September 17, 2013

Hello folks! This week use those sexy (and often dirty) minds to fill in the blanks for TMI Tuesday fun.

Fill in the blanks.

1. My passion project is _____ . – Having good hair, make-up, and nails. Oh, and Alabama willing the National Championship.

2. In the morning I hate to _____ . Wake up

3. If _____ were bigger, I would like it. my bank account

4. Please don’t _____ close to me. bash people in front of me. I don’t want to hear your drama.

5. I have had strange things happen to me but ______ is the worst. my kids turning into teenagers

6. Oh baby that feels good. Will you _____ my _____ ? fuck my ass.

Bonus:
From https://filledandfooled.wordpress.com
What is one thing that you do to make yourself (and only yourself) happy? This is something that you do that makes you feel uplifted and blissful when you get done and something you can repeat often.

Writing…. and masturbation.

Oatmeal and Almost Orgasms

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Aug 272013

He was in the backyard doing yard work, cutting the grass, edging, blowing everything off, and clipping everything what needed it. He was going from the garage, through the kitchen, and out the sliding doors, exchanging one piece of equipment for another.

She walked over to the doors and put her back to them, stripped down to her panties and a shirt that she wore around the house when no one else was around.

Move for yourself, even if he’s not watching, yet.

She rolled her hips, slowly. She leaned over, setting her elbow on the kitchen table and let her fingers go inside her panties.

Don’t do this for him. Do it for you. It doesn’t matter if he’s watching.

Is that caramelized sugar on the table? Oatmeal.

Find your clit. Just rub your cunt with your fingers. Feel yourself.

There’s a piece of plastic on the floor. I’ve got to vacuum. Don’t pick it up. Keep going.

Reach in just a little more and find your G-spot. Rub it.

She was ripping her mind away from her daily activities and focusing it on her cunt. She was trying, on her own, but the thought of him bursting through the door and pinning her to the table made it more exciting. Just knowing that he’d pull her panties down, fuck her, and then go back to what he was doing was bringing her whore out. She knew that he’d just use her hole.

She was standing there, working her cunt when he came in with the edger. He never really looked at her, just tried to maneuver the piece of equipment through the kitchen, and as if an afterthought, spoke backwards to her, “hey, I’m almost done. I’ve just got to blow off the back.”

He didn’t notice.

He hadn’t even noticed at all. She removed her hand from her panties and went to the sink to wash them. She wished soapy water washed away embarrassment. She went back to pick up the little piece of plastic on the floor, and then wiped the oatmeal off the table.

The Clit and The Camera

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Jul 292013

With this series, I was trying to get another view, much like with my post here. To be honest, I just wanted to snap a few pictures in hopes of getting a good angle. Why I actually had my fingers down towards my pussy, I don’t really know. Honestly, I think I was trying to cover it at first. As you can tell, that first picture ain’t nothing special, but I never took my hand away from my pussy. And I always go straight to my clit. I didn’t have an orgasm, but it felt good. If I had stepped away for a moment to grab my Mimi, I know I would’ve cum. But I think that it was the camera that was turning me on. That was a new experience for me. Although unexpected, I still had a really, great time.

See who else is getting kinky this week!

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Discovering a Daddy

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Mar 082012

They were almost as nervous as they were turned on. They were being propelled by excitement into a place that neither of them had been before, but both of them had sexually fantasized about.

…and fantasized about too many times to turn back now.

She just talked to him by messenger at first, then by text and sometimes phone.

It was so that she could reach him as she got more needy. She got more needy… really quickly.

He was more icked about it than she was, until his cock was hard and he was needy for his little girl’s warm, wet flesh.

At first, she’d read and re-read all the messages and “be Daddy’s little whore,” more times than anyone knew.

It was as if she really was keeping that secret he’d told her to.

And of course she was just as innocent as any little girl.

She wasn’t doing anything… wrong. ‘

It was just new and she didn’t know how she felt about it.

…but that wasn’t true

He didn’t know how he felt about it.

…she had decided exactly how she felt about it .

She wanted a Daddy.

My Secret Handshake

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Feb 202010

I’m so soft after I shave. I could spend an exorbitant amount of time just dreamily tracing my fingertip over my warm, smooth, pussy lips and the inside of my thighs. I become enveloped in the softness.

I would enjoy this part of a woman. I know i would, licking her there.

I enjoy this part of myself. I also enjoy the change from the cloudy light softness to slickness, the deeper I get. I do get wet when I think about it. Sometimes I even surprise myself with my own touch.

The more that happens, the more that I want it. Dipping my fingers inside myself becomes more like riding my hand. The grip of my pussy is the ultimate secret handshake.

The Hairbrush

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Feb 072010

Q&A

What is the strangest thing you have ever used to fuck yourself with?

My guess would be the handle of a hairbrush. I was a teen, and it was the first thing I could find on my nightstand while I was masturbating. I was so horny. I was so tight that it kinda hurt, although I was very wet and just barely going in and out. I was hitting my G-spot, but I didn’t know it then.

I can remember, after cumming, taking the hairbrush out and smelling the end of it, my juice, then tasting it. I touched the tip of my tongue to the brush, but got no real taste. I flattened my tongue out and actually licked it. I was so anxious about what I was going to taste like. I could feel the bristles digging into my hand. Now that I think about it. That might have been one of the first times I ever used anything inside myself during masturbation.

Wow, that got me excited just thinking about it.

Now I want to do something really filthy and bad.

Thanks for the memory.