Friday, October 30, 2009

My Longest Recurring Fantasy

My longest recurring fantasy has to do with sneaking into your bedroom and fucking you while you masturbate. Often, when I’m getting off, I imagine you doing the same. I picture you laying on your stomach on your bed, on top of the covers. Sometimes I picture you naked, as if you just got out of the shower, warm and pink-skinned. Other times you are mostly dressed, your skirt hiked around your waist and your panties discarded on the floor, as if you got home from work and went straight to the bedroom.

But always you are laying on your stomach, with one hand between your thighs, fingers frantically rubbing circles around your clit. Your legs are spread, and I can see that your pussy is inflamed with lust, lips slightly parted, and glistening with your wetness. Your eyes are closed, but your mouth is open, and you’re breathing heavily. Your body is tense, and I can tell that you’re building towards a rocking orgasm.

In my fantasy, I have somehow managed to sneak into your room without you noticing. I am standing near the foot of your bed, watching you masturbate, and I am intensely aroused. My pants are off, and I am stroking my erect cock.

Your breathing is becoming huskier, and you’re making quiet little moans and sounds of pleasure as you build towards your climax. Suddenly, I hear your breath catch, and see your pussy start to clench as the orgasm begins to wash over you.

That’s when I step between your open legs, grab your hips, and in one smooth motion, pull you back towards me. My cock slides easily into your cunt, which continues to pulse, eager to have something to squeeze. Your legs, suddenly dangling off the bed, quickly grab for purchase, and you wrap them around me.

My sudden presence startles you, naturally, and quickly, you’re up on your hands, your eyes wide open, looking back to see who’s suddenly fucking you. Raising up like that shifts your weight back, but I keep a firm grip on your hips, and push my cock even deeper into you. You groan and close your eyes again as your orgasm finishes rolling through your body, and I hold you firmly in place as you rock slightly back and forth.

Eventually your internal throbbing finishes, and you collapse back onto the bed. You barely have a chance to catch your breath, however, as I start slowly fucking you. You moan in time with my thrusts and grab desperately at the blankets.

After your orgasm, your pussy is practically gaping open, and the room is filled with sloppy wet noises. This seems to turn you on even more, and suddenly your cunt tightens around me, and I feel a surge of new wetness around my cock.

The fantasy ends many different ways. Sometimes, after a few minutes, I grunt out a warning, and you quickly twist around, dropping to your knees in front of me. You suck me off, eagerly tasting your own cream on my shaft until I cum in your mouth.

Other times, you warn me not to cum inside you, so I pull out at the last second, my cum shooting up your back, and running down your ass. You always seem startled (but pleased) at the feel of my hot cum on your skin.

Most times, however, I just keep fucking you until I cum inside you. Sometimes you start rubbing your clit again when I come, other times you just moan happily when you feel my cock pulsing inside you.

This idea, of sneaking in and filling you up just as you begin to orgasm is a frequent fantasy of mine. I have imagined you cumming in every way imaginable, but almost always because I slipped my cock inside you at just the right moment, and that idea turns me on incredibly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go fantasize about you one more time.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Bare Necessities

Ah, much better. I’ve had to suffer with letting my pubic hair grow to save it for a wax before my magazine shoot, and today I finally got my brazilian wax!!! Take a look at my beautiful BARE pussy:

And look…

no bum hair! Yay!

I also had my roots redone and a tone so I’m a knockout blonde again thanks to Hairy Rumours in Coffs Harbour. If you’re ever in the area I recommend them.

I revisited an old favourite of mine, cheeky skirt shot. Back when I first tried it I had black hair:

This time I thought I’d put a school girl spin on it with my blonde hair, I probably should have used pigtails but it was a rather impromptu shoot. Maybe next time…

So, knockout or not? Leave a comment to let me know what you think =)

I talked with my cuck today because I was contacted by a ‘group’ on the adult dating site. Basically they are a couple, and not a bad looking one either, who hosts sex parties and I am considering attending one further down the track when we are more immersed in the lifestyle. I reason that if there are no men I find attractive I can always use a strap on to fuck the women or vice versa, and they take photos at these parties so expect some of those shots later on! Are you excited?

I asked if my fucking another woman would be cuckolding or helping him to be dominant, but I spose if he is included in the two girls play it is dominant and if he is not involved it is cuckolding. He said he would rather be involved in the girl/girl action, but would rather not be involved in any action I have with other men because he believes he will feel intimidated by the other man/men, which is fine by me.

Sorry if I’m boring you out there if anybody actually reads this, I can’t tell because there are no comments =(   Apart from frenchcuck, thanks for leaving a comment and supporting me. Greatly appreciated! =) More blogging after my magazine shoot on friday.

Tschüß! (see ya in German)

xox

Monday, October 19, 2009

Rammstein - Liebe ist für alle da

Rammstein’ın ritmini, melodisini uzun süredir beklemekteydik (hiç yoktan beklemekteydim). Kendileri stüdyoya bir girmiş ama uzunca süre çıkamamış ve bizleri merak içinde bırakmışlardı. Tabi az bir süre değil. 2005 çıkışlı olan Rosenrot albümünden bu yana 4 yıl geçti.

18 Eylül’de hazır olduklarını Pussy single’ı ile tüm medyaya duyurdular. Gelişleri hem güzel hemde çok sert olmuştu. Sadece Rammstein’dan beklenebilecek (!) bir kliple kendilerini, bilen bilmeyen herkese duyurmayı başardılar. Ufak olan çevremde bile bunu duyabiliyordum; ” abi adamların klibini gördün mü?” soruları her geçen gün artıyordu.

Klipten biraz bahsedicek olursak, pornografik dememize engel olacak hiçbir neden yok. Zira klipte ilk olarak bir porno site üzerinden yayınlandı. [link]

Şiddetle beğenmediklerini söyleyen ve müziksel olarakta çalışmayı kötü bulanlara karşı yine de mükemmel bir reklam olmuştu. Ayrıca kimi Rammstein hayranları da klibi ve çalışmayı beğenmemişti.

Bunlara rağmen albüm tüm gizliliğini koruyordu ve ortalıkta “internete sızdı sızacak” lafları dolaşıyordu. Albüm çıkana dek tek bir parçanın sızdığını işittim; Liebe ist für alle da.

16 Ekim albümün çıkış tarihi olarak belirlenmişti. Piyasaya 3 farklı şekilde sunulacaktı; standart, special ve deluxe. Burada ilginç olan kısım deluxe box set hemen resimi ekleyip merakınızı gidereyim.

Görüldüğü gibi fazla açıklama istemeyen bu sette, 6 adet oyuncak, 1 kelepçe, 1 kayganlaştırıcı ve special edition albüm bulunmakta. Bu arada oyuncakların 6 tane olması sizlere bir şeyleri çağırıştırıyor olması lazım! Şov dünyasının liderliğine oturan Rammstein’ın bundan sonraki adımları ne olacaktır açıkçası düşünemiyorum. Dünyadaki ilkleri gerçekleştirerek tarihe adlarını baya derinden kazıyarak yazdılar.

TRACKLISTING:

Rammlied – 05:19
Ich tu dir weh – 05:02
Waidmanns Heil – 03:33
Haifisch – 03:45
B******** – 04:15
Frühling in Paris – 04:45
Wiener Blut – 03:53
Pussy – 04:00
Liebe ist für alle da – 03:26
Mehr – 04:09
Roter Sand – 03:59

+ Bonus CD:

Führe mich – 04:34
Donaukinder – 05:18
Halt – 04:21
Roter Sand (Orchester Version) – 04:06
Liese – 03:56

Total Tracktimes: 22:16

Sonuç olarak albüm çok iyi, hatta “Pussy” parçası albümün içinde farkedilmiyor bile. Beğenmeyenlerin dinleyip tekrar yorum yapmalarını öneririm.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Cougar sucks morning cock and gets her pussy fucked

Read after, “Sexy Stud is hired to care for Cougar’s Pussy.”

                I’ve never slept so soundly. There was absolutely no noise coming from traffic or people or anything. All I heard was Gavin’s breathing.

                God I feel better.

                Sun streamed in through several small skylights in the ceiling. I squinted and could see a larger skylight through the airplane hangars roof.

                How cool is that?

                My eyes adjusted to the light and I gazed around Gavin’s bedroom. It was simple. We’d slept in his king-sized bed with leather headboard and footboard. He had a chest of drawers and a night stand with a lamp. There was nothing on the walls or even setting out on his furniture.

                We were no longer in the spoon position and I rolled over to see that Gavin was flat on his back with the covers across his torso. I could also see his hard cock attempting to tent pole the heavy sheet and blanket.

                I was overcome with passion and gratitude and wanted to suck him into my mouth. I wanted Gavin to feel my warm saliva bathing his cock first thing when he awoke.

                I quietly crept beneath the covers and straddled my new lover. I bent down onto him, slurping his delicious morning wood into my mouth.

                “Mmmmm,” he moaned.

                I felt his hands touch my bare shoulders and stroke my hair from my face as I suckled the head of his yummy prick.

                “I want to see you Delaynee,” Gavin said while pulling the covers back. “Ohhh, my God you’re beautiful.”

                I could hear Gavin sucking air into his mouth through clenched teeth as I bobbed my mouth up and down in long spitty strokes on his cock.

                Gavin sat up and pulled me off of his prick and looked into my eyes.

                “Good morning,” he said.
                “Indeed,” I replied.

                He kissed my lips, neck, shoulder and breasts. He flipped me onto my back and nose-dived into my dripping cunt. He ate me with urgency as though he’d never tasted pussy before. He licked in short flat strokes, and then would take the time to nibble on my clit. He spread my pussy lips with his hands taking my clit in between his teeth and rubbing it with them.

                I arched my back as my cunt juices trickled out and onto his lapping tongue.

                “Gavin,” I said. 

                “Yes baby?”

                He asked poking at my holes with his tongue and exploring my flesh with his fingers.

                “I’m afraid to cum,” I said. “I don’t want to end back up in the hospital because you screwed me dry.”

                We laughed. Our eyes met.

                “Yes, that could be a problem,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

                Gavin crawled out from between my legs, his prick stood straight out like a sword.

                “I’ll bring you something to drink so you don’t get dehydrated.”

                I rubbed my kitty a little.

                He watched as I churned under my own touch.

                “I’ll bring a whole pitcher of something to drink.”

                We laughed again.

                “Wait,” I said.

                He stopped.

                “Where’s your bathroom?”

                He pointed in the bathrooms direction.

                “Thanks,” I said blushing.

                I could hear him making us a pitcher of something in the kitchen when I walked into his bathroom. It too was decoration less and only had a tube of toothpaste, toothbrush and comb on the counter.

                I checked my look in the mirror. My hair looked messy and sexy. I sat down to pee and squirted just a little toothpaste on my finger and brushed my teeth and tongue a little. When I finished pee-ing I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth out. I returned to his bed and waited for him.

                He brought in a pitcher of pineapple juice, a pitcher of water and two glasses.

                “What would you like?”

                He was standing right next to me and his prick was still somewhat hard. I threw my feet over the bed and sat up and took it into my mouth.

                “Waaittt a sec,” he said. “Name your liquid of choice first.”

                “Me likey the juice,” I said playfully.

                Gavin quickly poured my juice as I jacked his cock in my hands.

                He handed me the glass and backed away from me.

                “My turn,” he said excusing himself to the bathroom.

                I could hear Gavin brushing his teeth while I took a drink of the juice.

                Toothpaste, ugh.

                After a few more sips, the refreshing juice no longer stung my tongue.

                I looked out Gavin’s bedroom window to the hanger. There seemed to be no one else here but us.

                “Gavin, does anyone work here with you?”

                “No,” he said. “This is my home.”

                “What can I pour for you?” I asked Gavin hearing him starting to pee.

                “Water,” he said.

                Smart man not mixing the toothpaste with fruit juice.

                 I poured Gavin a glass of water. By the time of his return I was propped up on a pillow with my legs spread ready and waiting for him.

                I could feel Gavin’s heated gaze as I stretched my pussy lips apart and rubbed my clit with my spit covered fingers. My pussy muscles contracted, depositing my moisture on the sheet for Gavin to see.

                “Delaynee I want to fuck you.”

                I closed my legs, teasing Gavin.

                He pried them apart.

                You want to fuck that hot pussy, you’re going to have to come and get it.

                “If you want it, come and get it,” I said taking off.

                Gavin sprang to attention and so did his cock. He chased me down his hallway and out his door into the hanger.

                We were excited and I could tell by the look on his face that he liked this.

                “Now Delaynee, my brother said for you not to over-exert yourself.”

                “Oh ya,” I said. “And if the doctor were here right now, what would he tell you to do to me?”

                I saw a portable staircase of sorts out of the corner of my eye. It must have been something Gavin used when doing work on the plane.

                “Would he tell you to . . .” I said as I took the stairs and pushed them over to the jet. “Would he tell you to spread my ass across the engine of this jet and spank me for being bad?”

                Gavin’s prick jumped, raising and lowering in approval.

                “Oh ya Delaynee, that’s exactly what he’d want me to do to you.”

                I slowly climbed the stairs, our eyes never losing contact with the others.

                “Once I was properly paddled,” I said climbing on top of the engine and straddling it, my eyes looking over my shoulder at him. “Would he tell you to push your cock inside me and check to make sure that everything was still in its place?”

                “Mmmm hmmm,” Gavin said going nose deep into my wet snatch as I spread myself across the engine.

                Gavin pulled my ass cheeks apart and started tongue fucking my pussy and asshole.

                “That feels so damn good,” I said as I clutched the metal of the plane.

                Smack!

                Gavin gave my ass a hard slap, the pain and heat mixing making pure pleasure for my aching pussy.

                “I think if my brother were here he’d want you to suck his cock while I fucked you.”

                Wow, where did that suggestion come from you mind-reader.

                Smack, smack!

                Two more spankings, even harder this time.

                “Oh ya Gavin, I’d suck his cock while you fucked me baby.”         

                Hey, he brought it up so I’m going there.

                Gavin swirled the head of his hard cock around my engorged pussy lips, parting them with it and slipping it inside my hot cunt.

                My tits were smashed against the plane and with every pump up Gavin’s fucking they squished up and down on the plane teasing him.

                Gavin was forceful and I liked it. The more we talked about his brother, the better of a lover he became.

                “Would you let your brother cum on my tits?”

                Smack!

                Gavin spanked my ass as he pounded the fuck out of me with his hard cock. He pulled my long hair and rode me like I was a horse and my hair were the reigns.

                Smack, smack!

                My pussy was getting so hot from all his spanking and thinking of Garrett and Gavin me doing me at the same time that I knew I was about to cum. My muscles tightened as Gavin smacked another slap down onto the cheek of my ass.

                “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I said holding onto the plane’s engine. “Rub my clitty Gavin.”

                “Oh I’ll rub it my Goddess whore,” he said with such aggression.

                I loved it!

                Gavin pulled on my hair and reached around and started rubbing my pussy for me.

                “My brother will cum deep in your throat if I want him,” he said.

                “Yes Gavin, yes,” I uttered as my pussy started to shutter and explode it’s juices.

                Gavin knelt behind me and lapped at my cum as it rushed out of my velvet box. My juices dripped all over his face as he flipped me over when he was finished eating my saucy snatch.

                “Get on your knees my Goddess slut and eat this cock,” he said pushing me to my knees and sticking his prick into the back of my throat.

                Gavin fucked my mouth like a pro. He made me gag on his yummy cock.

                “You’re eyes are so pretty my Goddess slut,” he said as he fucked my mouth.

                “Mmmmm,” I moaned.

                “Yes, take it my little whore,” he said. “Take it like it was Garrett’s. Suck it into your throat and eat my brothers cum.”

                Gavin reached down and slapped my tit so hard. I winced as the pleasure mixed with pain and he pulled the back of my head down onto his delicious prick.

                Gavin’s cum shot out in threads landing at the back of my mouth. I slurped and swallowed and ate it as though it was his twins cock.

                When he finished I became emotional and started to cry.

                Gavin knelt beside me and held me.

                “Delaynee, I’m sorry, I . . .”

                “No, don’t be sorry Gavin,” I said. “I liked it. I’ve dreamed my whole life to be used like that. It made me feel good.”

                “I just get so jealous of my brother,” he said. “The thought of him doing that to you made me want to claim you.”

                “I’m yours,” I said as I started to shake.

                Gavin scooped me into his arms and carried me down the steps. Just as we reached his door his airplane hangar door started to open automatically.

                “It’s Garrett,” he said taking me to his bedroom and laying me down on his bed. “He’s here to check on you.”

                “What?” I said in disbelief, wrapping myself in a sheet.

                I knew I smelled like sex. I knew if Garrett came near me I’d fuck him. Gavin knew it too and I could tell he didn’t want that.

                “Get in the shower,” he said. “I’ll stall him.”

                Gavin slipped into a pair of sweats and met his brother at the door.

                Gavin had put my suitcase in his bathroom the night before so I started my shower and got my toiletries from my bag.

                As I showered I wondered what was being said. Were they plotting to fuck me? Had Gavin shared his girlfriends before?

I finished shaving and shampooing and I knew I was about to find out.

                I wrapped in a towel and went back into the bedroom. Gavin and Garrett were both waiting there for me.

                Oh my . . .

à deux

Main Entry: 1à deux
Pronunciation: \(ˌ)ä-ˈdə(r), -ˈdœ\
Function: adverb
Etymology: French
Date: 1702
: privately or intimately with only two present

Kate was out of town for this past weekend, and so Jack and I were left to turn back into normal monogamous people. It’s strange…Kate doesn’t live here, but we get so used to her being here, especially on the weekends, that for her not to be around makes the house feel empty.

I will admit, that sometimes it is nice to be just the two of us…without Kate, and without the kids. Jack and I have been together over 10 years now, and while we’ve had some ups and downs, for the most part we do damn well together.

I’ve known Jack as long as I can remember. We went to the same schools growing up, and started dating a month before the end of high school. We had sex for the first time on prom night: he was the third guy I’d slept with, and I was his first…and up until Kate, his only!

Despite the disapprovance of my parents and their religion, I never had many qualms about being sexually active. I was a responsible youngin’ bent on riding my young hormones to the fullest. Jack was busy with sports, cars, and guy friends growing up. He dated often, but never very long or seriously. Guess I was the end of that!

I’d dated nearly constantly from the time I was 13, yet Jack was the first guy I felt like I couldn’t be without. We spent the summer after high school working at a summer camp – friends by day and lovers in any spare moment we could snag. I’d visit his cabin late at night, or we’d rendezvous for an outdoor fucking, and once in a while we’d meet on the beach and have sex hiding under the dock.

It was the kind of summer love people write about, made all the more bittersweet by the fall deadline that marked my entrance to college, and not Jack’s. 336 miles were swiftly put between us as I became a freshman and Jack stayed home to work and attend community college.

The year apart was torturous for both of us. Many times Jack drove to visit me. We’d sleep in my twin bed next to my annoyed roommate, have sex the second she stepped out of the room, and just hold on to each other as if we were afraid to let go. Throughout that year we fought, broke up, made up, cried, and made a general mess of our relationship.

Knowing that we’d never make it through another year, we got Jack enrolled at the same school the next fall. And thank Allah we did! Life was good. We worked, went to class, made friends, partied, and just were. For the first time on our own. It went so well that two years later we were engaged, and the following summer married.

Why? In hindsight I don’t really know. There is a lot about marriage and societal structure, and many other things that I know now that I didn’t know at the time. At the time it was important, but mostly it was a free pass to be with Jack as much as I wanted, and to live together without the disapproval of my parents.

The marriage, the graduations, the sex, and the life was going so well that all I could see was continuing down the prescribed path set before me – and jumping into parenthood. Thank Allah I was a safety girl all those years of having premarital sex…our first attempt at having a baby worked like a charm.

By the time our first was a year old I figured we were already into this parenthood thing, so we may as well keep going. I was immediately knocked up again, got crazy into crazy nesting mode and talked ourselves into buying a house, and then welcomed our second kiddo months later.

It’s amazing really, to look at how quickly we jumped through each of those life hoops. How easily we followed down the path of growing up just as we were supposed to. And just as amazing – to see now how we’d do it all differently if we had a second chance, and we remain thankful for where we are all the same.

And so it makes me happy to get the chance every once in a while to spend time with just Jack. We easily go from being busy stressed out parents to the old us. I like the guy just as much as I did 10 years ago, but I find that I respect him much more for the man, the father, and the open-minded lover he’s become.

We spent our precious few hours alone eating Chinese food and going to the second-run theater to see Inglorious Basterds. I was pleased to enjoy the movie much more than expected, as well as to see that Jack still has a good sense of adventure.

Much to our surprise we were in the small theater completely alone. Less than 10 minutes into the movie Jack had his hand up my shirt, rubbing my nipple relentlessly. We long ago discovered that my nipples have a direct effect on my more private parts. With each tweak and flick of my tit my pussy grew hotter until I was wiggling in my seat.

Of course, still being a naughty girl at heart, I had worn a skirt and skimpy thong for our evening out. I turned to Jack, kissed him briefly, and then grabbed his hand and pushed it down between my legs. He chuckled, and said, “Oh, did you want something?”

“Of course I do,” I replied. “You did this on purpose.”

“Yes, yes I did!” He smugly said back. And then thankfully shut up and slipped his fingers underneath my tiny excuse for underwear. He slickened his fingers with my hot wetness, then began expertly stroking my clit in circles. My thighs quivered from the strong sensations, but I didn’t dare move away from his hand.

Jack leaned over to me and whispered, “Do you want to get off?” Even just hearing the words brought me to the edge of orgasm. I moaned a “Yes” into his ear, then bit my lip as he really put his fingers to work rubbing my hot clit until it was on fire and I came in shaking bursts.

Moments later, returned to the reality of the theater, I considered briefly that the two young guys who’d taken our money and started the film could be spying on us from the projection room. I quickly glanced up and back, but saw no evidence that anyone was up there. Deciding not to worry over it, I turned to Jack to investigate the status of his lap.

Sure enough, ol’ Jack was sporting a rock hard cock trapped beneath his jeans…just as I knew he would be. I stroked him through his pants, tracing the outline of his cock with my fingers. Quickly we both grew frustrated with the constrictions of his pants. Jack tilted his hips up as I swiftly undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and slipped his cock out.

For the next ten minutes I alternated between stroking him gently and pumping his shaft with my hand. Jack’s breathing quickened as he grew closer to climax with each change of pace. I once again looked up to the projection room, and still not seeing anyone, got up and knelt between Jack’s legs.

I licked his cock from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, then concentrated my mouth on the head while my hand went to work as well. All of the teasing beforehand had Jack ready to bust the second I began, and in an effort to not drag out our public sex play, I worked him as well as I know how.

Within minutes Jack came in my mouth, letting a quiet satisfactory groan escape into the empty theater. I tried to gracefully rise and return to my seat, though had anyone been watching they undoubtedly would have know what I’d just been up to.

Satisfied, we relaxed and let Quentin Tarantino take us on a ride around Nazi Germany for the next hour. We later picked up the kids, climbed into bed, and fucked properly.

An enjoyable evening à deux, if I do say so myself!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Vera Vision—We Like Her, Too

When his wife suggested they go a bar, Paul thought it was a good idea. But when she wanted to take home one of the servers to have sex with, Paul thought he hit the fucking jackpot.

The evening started as normal as usual—dinner, conversation and maybe some T.V. But Ashley was very tired of doing the same mundane routine over and over. She wanted and needed some change, if just for once. The Palace was a hole in the wall that was a five-minute drive from their home. The name of the bar was a bit of an oxymoron. There was just a few TV’s, a couple of pool tables, and a few arcade machines. It was perfect for the locals and occasional bikers. Something to visit after a long day of work and just shoot the shit with other locals. But The Palace would have another meaning to Paul and Ashley after one fateful night. It was the night Ashley became an expert at eating pussy while Paul discovered a second career as cameraman.

During drinks, the women were flirty with each other, complimenting each other’s clothing, body and even breast size. But as the liquor flowed, the inhibitions were lowered. Ashley and Monique became quite playful with each other. A small touch on the arm here; some hand-holding there. Then the women began to compare cup size with Paul being the judge. Next, the women bumped and grinded with each other to R&B songs. It was a matter of time before the playful flirting turned into a full-blown make out session after the bar had closed. Ashley was sitting down on one of the stools while Monique straddled her legs. They caressed each other’s breasts and asses. Paul began to wonder if the women were going to fuck in the bar.

“Take me home,” Monique whispered.

“You got it,” Ashley replied.

There was something incredibly sexy about watching two women have sex. Two sets of tits. Two asses. Two wet clits. Paul didn’t really want to participate as much as he wanted to watch them get it on. Monique was stacked. Her bouncy breasts were begged to be played with and her body was tight due to the strenuous workouts she did. She was a petite female, standing at 5″4 at the very most. But baby girl had it going on and her tanned skin. She was a lovely comparison to Ashley, who was model-tall, had perky breasts and had a darker complexion. Paul smiled as he looked at his own real-life chocolate and vanilla swirl.

He relaxed on the couch and smoked a cigar as he watched the show unfold before him. Monique’s head was shaking from side to side as she ate Ashley’s pussy. Ashley’s back arched off the floor as she pinched her dark nipples. She moaned quietly as she let Monique’s expert tongue please her clit. Monique then switched her positioning so she could fully concentrate on Ashley’s clit. She spread apart her pink folds and focused on the tiny pearl. To Monique, eating pussy was a science—either one was good at it or it sucked. There were no two ways about it.

But Ashley wasn’t going to be satisfied until she had a taste….

*Above model is Jessica Drue; photography is by Elizabeth Chiyoko*

I Want It To Last

A Day Off

Yes, might be considered sick, perverse with many a joke surrounding sticky keyboards  (fuck them all!)

The feeling is ”hard” to describe  but it’s a buildup   

it grows

emotion and flesh

imagination takes over….a visual creature with a mind for fantasy

willing curves are God’s best invention    the animals that leather comes from the gift   

with steel formed by the hand of Man

you wait    attached    encased   warm    you wait

by choice no choice

I fane uninterested   in darkness you cannot tell    you wait

I take you in My minds hand

I’m not ready to come yet

This feeling should last

it must

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