Sexy Isabelle

Two X-Rated Couple Clips, Dogy Style

2009-07-05T17:46:00.000-07:00

Two very hot videos of couples going at it doggy style from Xtube. And as usual, all I ask in return is that you let me know how you touched yourself watching these clips.

Who's Your Daddy

2009-07-05T17:40:00.001-07:00

Possibly the sexiest music video ever made. Think you know a sexier one? Let me know.

Happy Fourth Of July Strip Tease

2009-07-04T11:33:00.001-07:00

Update

2009-07-04T11:03:00.000-07:00

Oh sweet readers, so much has happened. I'm sorry I've not kept up my little blog here but I've had a nasty break up, many career changes and lots of soul searching.
I would like to believe that poly-amorous relationships can work, and maybe I will prove it but they are not without their challenges and truth be told at this point in my life I'd rather be swingle than be in a monogamous relationship. I maybe in a relationship again someday, I hope so but for now, this girls going to get some serious partying done. Mwah...

Super Sexy Video

2009-07-04T11:01:00.000-07:00

And more cumming...

If you touch yourself while watching this, I do hope you'll tell us all about it in the comments section.
Love ya,
Is

Sexy Links

2007-03-16T23:11:00.000-07:00

There are so many sites pointing to sexy video clips on line, but little attention to quality. I would love for my standards to be as high as they are when I select videos to watch at home, but the choices are limited when it comes to free clips.

So, know that you can click on my links safely with no risk of seeing bestiality, kids or adults who look like kids, or rape/sexual violence.

Enjoy! And please if you know a source for finding such links do let me know.

Three Stars
A hot blond women dances, strips and touches herself.

Three and 1/2 Stars
A truly sexy women with light brown skin and small perky breasts enjoying a nice hard cock.

Four Stars, My highest rating.
An absolutely adorable blond posing and touching herself.

Three Stars
It would've been two and a half but I love the guy in a suit with just his cock sticking out.
An office blowjob

Enjoy, and I'll be back with more hot links soon. The more comments you leave, the sooner I'll be back. Everyone needs a little inspiration. Love,
Isabelle

Lovely

2006-08-22T12:08:00.000-07:00

This will be a quick one, as I am due back at work in ten minutes.

Last night, I finsihed blogging and, thinking about Stacy, I started touching myself. I lay back on the bed, slid my hand under the waste band of my pajamas and into my panties. I thought about Stacy's soft skin against mine, here plump lips kissing my belly, my thighs and my pussy. I imagined her soft gentle bites on my swollen lips as I pushed them open and slid my finger over my clit, down the slick middle of my wet cunt and back.

That's when I heard the door open. "Brian must've gotten home early." I realized. I continued what I was doing, happy to give my lover the kind of show he never minded coming home to. He stood in the bedroom door in silence, and watched. Getting off of work early, this was probably exactly the kind of evening he'd hoped for.

Brian crawled onto the bed, and after meditating on the soften a woman's skin Brian's contrasting kiss felt lovely. He kissed me firm, biting at my lips, his hands running over my stomach and breasts, and my fantasy shifter immediately and I was loving having a man's touch, my man's touch. I was well on my way to coming.

"Fuck me, right now, fuck me." I demanded. My lover pulled his cock through his fly. He was in a suit, big meeting today, and as he slid my panties down my legs and lifted my shirt over my head, it was the contrasts again that drove me wild. I felt so naked against as his cock slid into me, his pants brushing against my thighs. I grabbed his tie and held him close as he fucked me hard and made me cum instantly. I came long and hard, and now I wanted to feel him cum. I turned on my stomach and invited him to slide into my pussy from behind. I pushed my ass up at him as his hand reached around and cupped my breast. I called out, "Oh fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me, fuck me." and, since he came, hard. I take pride in knowing just how to get him off.

I turned on my side and Brian pushed up agains my ass and we fell asleep.

And for some reason, I've been in a great mood all day today.

This Weekend

2006-08-21T23:30:00.000-07:00

Thinking about this weekend is the only thing getting me through a week of nonstop work. I'm going to get myself off every night before bed just fantasizing about the delights in store for me.

Brian and I are heading to Monterey we're we will stay in a gorgeous townhouse by the beach, and fuck each other every which way, and I do mean EVERY which way as another couple is joining us on Sunday to help us with them hard to reach spots. We're going dancing on Saturday and who knows what adventures we'll find there. The one guarantee is that this weekend I'll be making up for lost time and I will be sleeping like a log all day monday.

What am I looking forward to the most? Being with another woman. I'm going to send Brian and Todd off to go record shopping or something so I can be alone with Stacy for a few hours. It's been a while since I've had felt the soft lips and skin and lovely curves of another woman pressed against me.

Stacy is perfect for me too. She's about the same height as I am with short brown hair and amazing blue eyes. She has an athletic body with great hips, an amazing tummy, perfect round ass, and her breasts are just barely on the large size, perfectly round and firm. She has full lips, long legs, I could go on and on but it's bed time and I'm now hot enough to wear myself out with a little help from the fingers that will now stop typing this...

Amazingly Enough...

2006-08-17T22:07:00.000-07:00

When you write that you like to suck cock, you get a-lot of interesting e-mails. Go figure.

In other news, here's the hottest response I've gotten to my survey (scroll down a few to find it). This came to me via myspace, from Jelly Roll:

"With my first long term lover. I learned early on in our relationship that her anus was a pleasure center for her. I soon became adept at inserting a finger in it from any sexual position. This always increased the moaning. After about a year of dating and months of suggesting trying anal sex she agreed.

We were in Vegas and after a day of gambling and drinking we were in our hotel room making love with her on top. She stopped in mid-act looked me in the eyes and said "Lets try it."

I knew exactly what she meant and said OK. After pulling me out of herself she started rubbing the head of my package on her anus while wiggling her hips (trying to find the best entry angle). I was afraid I would cum before entry so I told her to slow down. Once the head was in she slid down the shaft and laid on my chest panting. She asked me how it felt and I told her incredible. It seemed noticeably warmer and I told her the grip of her anus was delicious. She laid there and told me that wasnt anything and then clinched down a few times. My moans of pleasure made her smile. I could feel her inner thighs tremble as she laid on top of me. I asked her if she was OK and she said yes and that it was a different sort of pleasure from normal intercourse. After a few minutes of catching our breath she began slow short strokes on my shaft and at the bottom of the stroke she would grind her hips on me. I informed her that there was no way I could last long in this situation. She sat up on me began to grind on me as she clinched her rectum. Both of us moaned as I tried to hold back the orgasm. In sync with my orgasm she began to gush. I knew she was a squirter (that was one of things I loved about her) but this could only be described as a gush. It covered me and soaked the bed.

We laid there shuddering for about 10 minutes before going to the bathroom to clean up. Lucky for us there were two beds in the hotel room."

Thanks Mojo. I hope you guys tipped the maid.

Do women enjoy sucking cock?

2006-08-16T19:26:00.000-07:00

A lover once asked me what I got out of sucking cock. Was it an altruistic act bestowed purely as affection, or was it something I did in hopes of getting some oral in return, or did it get me off?

Well, I don't have a g-spot in my throat like the heroine in a certain notorious porno, so it doesn't make me cum, but yes it does get me off. It's sexy as all hell to have my lovers cock in my mouth, to know how to treat that cock for maximum moaning. And I feel sexy being watched by my lover as well. I always make a show out of it.

I've actually masterbated with my fingers while puting my vibrator in my mouth. This is somthing I've only done in private but I bet any lover would get hot as hell by the site of it.

Swallowing is hot, not in the actuall swallowing, wich I could take or leave, but in feeling my lover's cock pulse and throb and spasm in my mouth. I love moving my tongue so slowly under the tip, just enough to keep him coming, being careful not to overdo it. Not swallowing is fine, but spitting is just gross. If I don't want to swallow I just use my lips and tongue to bring him to the edge and then I stroke with him my hand while kissing up and down the shaft or flicking my tongue over the head until he explodes.
And I'd say my absolute favorite threesome position is Brian in front of me, sucking his cock and our visiting friend fucking me from behind. The bulk of my attention goes to my sweet boyfriend and making him cum, and this makes me so much hotter and receptive to the fucking I'm recieving as I suck, lick, kiss, nibble and stroke.

So yeah, I do it becaue I like it, I do it because you like it, and sure, it doesn't hurt to feel like you might return the favor. You will, won't you?

Survey says...

2006-08-14T20:20:00.000-07:00

Answer these, and I'll post the hottest answers. Leave your answers in the comments section here. Yes, I'm using you to write my blog because I'm too busy.

Describe your first time having sex:

And your first orgasm:

First bisexual, lesbian or gay experience:

First long term lover:

First time with mutiple partners:

First time (insert favorite kink, or fetish here):

First time purchasing a sex toy:

First one night stand:

Add your own questions if you'd like.

If you're up for more fun answer again, substituting the word BEST in place of FIRST.

If I repost this, what name should I attribute your answers too? Website to link to?

Love,
Is

Two too Busy?

2006-08-14T18:51:00.000-07:00

Just enough time to write and no time to edit, so enjoy the spelling errors. This is a hot one.

Too busy to write about my sex life and then too busy to live my sex life.
The second career is making enough money to let me spend more time writing, but I must spend all my time writing to make ends meet.
I'm writing about fucking and sucking, meeting, greeting, teasing, toying and in reality I'm too exhausted to even open the drawer of my night stand and pull out a vibrator.

At work, sitting in front of the computer at my day job. Taking time off doesn't mean less work, just less time to do it. Typing away, furiously, and then an window opens on my screen. Terry is IMing me. I forgot I was even logged in. We met Terry and her boyfriend Doug while trying out Adult Friend Finder. They were one of the great finds that made the unfortunate creepy e-mails I got worthy sorting through.

Terry: How are you?

Is: Exhausted, frustrated, horny.

Was I oversharing? It occured to me that I was feeling lonely. I typed more.

Is: All work, no play. Haven't been layed in two weeks and I'm supposed to write about passion and lust and I have no time for my muse. If Brian worked nearby I would make him come and fuck me on my lunch break, and I'm not kidding.

Terry: Wow.

Terry: Not to be self centered here, but I'm wishing I worked near you. Maybe I do. We've kept our "real lives" so private.

I was letting off steam. I wasn't intending to pick up Terry. But the idea of a lunch time quickie sounded great, though unrealistic. I'd probably eat a salad while sitting at my desk.

Terry: I'm in the south area. You?

Is: I'm in the 30s. Not far from Decades Coffee.

Terry: Ha!

Is: Ha?

Terry: Just a minute.

I really had to get back to work. I tried. I was distracted. What was Terry up to?

Terry: Is?

Is: Yes... stil here. What's up?

Terry: Is, Doug works right by Decades. He has coffee there every morning. He would love to give you the lunch break you're craving, and I would love to have him tell me all about it tonight.

Woah! Be careful what you wish for. I am a planner, at least I've become one in recent years, and this was spontaneous and unnerving but unbelievably appealing. I have been working so hard, and letting a gorgeous and charming man like Doug treat me nice while making me cum was hard to turn down.

Terry: You there?

Is: OMG! You're for real?

Terry: I am. The idea actually had me as hot as can be.

Is: BRB.

I dialed Brian on my cell phone while stepping outside and hoping I'd find a spot of privacy. I was glad I dressed nice for work. I had butterflies in my stomach as Brian's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Brian, it's me. I have to ask you something that ordinarily we'd have time to discuss. With that in mind, it's totally fine if you're not comfortable with this."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Well..." I had to do it. "Sweetheart, we've been so busy lately. I'm climbing the walls here. I want to have time for each other, and I'll make sure we do, soon." I was avoiding asking. I pushed myself. "Doug works near me and I want to meet him, and fuck him, and cum."

Silence. "Brian?" I was worried that I'd upset him, as our sex life had been on hold.

"I want to listen." he whispered.

"What?"

"Bring your phone, dial my number, and I want to listen."

I was burning up. This got hotter by the minute.

Is: Terry?

Terry: Here.

Is: Can Doug be there at 11:30?

Terry: He'll be there. And sweetie, don't worry about your manners. He's stroking himself just thinking about his and he knows you're in a hurry.

Is: This is very stange. I owe you.

Terry: You don't, but I'll collect none the less. Beautiful Isabelle please fuck the living daylights out of my dear sweet man.

I felt like the lust showed, glowing from every pore. I had to get out of the office. It was 11:15. I avoided I contact with my coworkers, got in my car and headed to the coffee shop. Doug was sitting outside with two iced coffees. He stood as I pulled up and hopped in my car.

I was red with a combination of emarrassement and heat. He suggested a nearby six story parking garage that was rarely used durring the day. I drove to the top. We hardly spoke as we made our way to the fourth level. We had all but the first level to ourselves.

I parked and looked over at Doug. He was smiling. I could see that his cock was rock hard in his pants. It was such a strange situation and I had no idea what to say, so I kissed him. I kissed him hard and passionately. I was as turned on as I can ever remember being. I squeezed his cock and he let out a deep moan. I remembered, I had to call Brian, and there was no discreet way to do it. I pulled out my phone.

Doug laughed, "You need to make a call."

"You are going to make me scream, and Brian is going to listen."

"Doug just smiled at this."

"Hello." Brian answered.

"Is you're hand on your cock?"

"It is."

I set the phone on the dash. "Doug, I'm going to suck your cock until you can't take it, and you're going to finger my cunt until I'm slick and wet, and then you're going to fuck me fast and hard."

"Dough unzipped his pants and pulled out his long hard cock. I took him in my mouth. Doug was soft spoken but he was not a quiet lover. He moaned and uttered, "Oh yeah, oh suck it, suck it." whle I did just as I was told. His hand made it's way up my thighs and he touched me through my panties. He had good strong fingers and I moved my hips forawrd and back, kissing and stroking his cock, licking the tip. Dougs slid his hand inside my panties and I gasped as his fingers parted my lips and slid over my slick cunt.

His fingers were inside of me, my clit pressing against the top of his palm. His cock was hard, his balls taut. He was breathing heavy, "Oh yeah, Oh god yeah. Fuck, fuck, fuck." Fuck indeed. I undid his belt, lowered his pants, removed my own panties and stradled him. He pulled the condom out of his coat pocket and slid it down over his cock.

"Fuck me hard Doug, I'm ready to cum." I lowered my self onto his cock, and moved my ass on his lap. He slid right into me and he punded me hard. We were both giving Brian an earfull. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

"Oh god, you're so tight. Of fuck. Yes, yes, yes."

I started cumming hard, rolling orgasms swept over me. He kept thrusting his cock into me. I was squeezing him to me and holding on was all I could do. When I felt his finger slid into my ass, the fever pitch erupted. "Oh GOD, Oh GOD!" I was yelling. He moaned long and loud and his cock pulsed as he came. I pushed down, taking his cock all way into my pussy and I held him there. I could feel how tightly I was wrapped around him as little after shocks kept my cunt gripping his cock, my asshole tight around the tip of his finger.

I felt wonderful. I slid off of Doug. And back into the driver seat. I picked up the cell phone. "Hi lover."

"Oh my lord. I came so hard. That sounded intense."

"Yes." I was dazed and out of breath. I had few words to offer.

"You enjoy your glow. I'll see you at home tonight." Brian hung up.

Dough and I giggled a bit as I drove him back to decades. I turned to him as we parked. We both had to get back to our jobs. "Thank you." There had to be a stonger expression to show that grattitude I was feeling.

"Anytime." He smiled and he was off. I took a sip of my iced coffee and made my way back to the office.

WTF?

2006-07-16T16:44:00.000-07:00

So, what the hell is happening with me and my blog?
Why is your most prolific writer of sweet smut suddenly absent?
I've been getting writing gigs like crazy. Several very well paying commissions through this her blog, and several, believe it or not, sports related articles for magazines. I'm also working on a novel and I've been taking time off of work to write, since I can afford to, for once.
But hey, there's lot of stories up here from the last time I had time to write, and there will be lots more, as I'm sure I'll have time again soon. So, enjoy and I'll be back as soon as I can.

PS: I have plenty to write about. I mentioned a couple I'd met via adult friendfinder; well, we've met in person, several times now, and the stories are piling up. My god, for the first time I have found people with as voracious an appetite for sex as I have, who are intelligent, sexy people. I'm having a great time. The couple, all call them Karen and Tony here, have some other friends they've met online and we're talking about getting a larger group of us together. A titillating idea indeed.

My poor neglected blog

2006-06-28T10:56:00.000-07:00

It's been a crazy couple of weeks. I'll be back to my usual prolific self soon, I promise.

I recieved two e-mail addressing the use of condoms in my stories. One pro and one very against.

Fantasy is not bound by the problems of real life, thank god, but I don't like to have to suspend too much disbelief. I find it distracting. I like fantasies based around scenarios that could really happen and I get distracted by aspects that shouldn't really happen, like unsafe sex. Sure, I'd love to fantasize a world where STDs and such didn't exist, but for now my fantasies are based on planet earth and for the most part, I will make safe sex a part of them, though I am a little lax here and there.

I'm glad that some of you enjoy this aspect of my stories. Those who don't, well that's alright. There are plenty of other writers out there.

More soon. Love,
Is

Gorgeous Weather

2006-06-19T07:35:00.000-07:00

I just couldn't stay inside and write when naked on the beach weather was beckoning me. I'll work on the Deep Six story soon. I promise. And thanks for the amazing amount of mail coming in. Now if only those were all donations. I'd spend all my time on the beach. Ha ha. Love,
Is

Deep Six

2006-06-15T12:50:00.000-07:00

More Added today, and more coming tomorrow.
Love, Is
We'd been through our wild phase; group sex, role playing, bondage, water sports. He'd had his cock in my mouth, ass, cunt, gripped in my tight fist and even between the soles of my feet. I'd stood back and watched as he made love to another woman. He'd stroked his cock while I made love to another woman and to another man. We went through a period of fucking in public, in movie theaters, by the river, once I slid his cock through his fly and lifted my skirt taking him inside me as we rode a very crowded subway durring a New York rush hour.

It's not that we'd made a concious decision to settle down nor had we ruled out any wild adventures in the present or future should the opportunity present itself. It was more that we'd satisfied what seemed like and insatiable hunger for the new. Our sex life was still wonderful and talking about what we'd done or fantasizing about what we hadn't was a delightful part of our foreplay.

That we'd gotten older, finished school in my case, embarked on a career in his, certainly played a role in the taming of our nymphomaniac behaviors. I was happy with my sex life and my life in general. I cherished the memories of the wild times we had, while enjoying wondering when the crazed beasts within us would make another visit.

Robert was restless, usually a sign that I could expect a seduction attempt. I was lost in a book, trying to stay awake but slowly losing the fight. His hand slid onto my stomach. His lips kissed my neck and jaw. I smiled and gave him a light kiss, a sure sign that I wasn't likely to be seduced. He pet my stomache slowly and pressed up against me.

"You know sweet, there is one fantasy we never fulfilled." he whispered.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked, as I kept my eyes on my book so as not to encourage him too much.

"On our honeymoon, on the boat."

We'd really kicked our sexual explorations into high gear while on that cruise. After too many drinks I'd flirted with our waiter, and Robert shocked me by inviting the waiter to join us in our room after his shift. Robert danced with me, feeling me up, whispering in my ear, as I trembled with excitement and fear at heading back to our room. We had talked about having a threesome before, but that was pillow talk, something to get us hot and worked up. Now I was hot and flush at the thought of actually going through with what seemed like a most extreme fantasy. But, we were on a boat, full of strangers, in a world that didn't seem to exist in the same universe as the one we actually lived in. Anything we did here may as well have been done in a dream. Such were the thoughts that danced in my head as the clocked ticked away the minutes until I had to face up to my fears and lusts.

"It's time, if you want to do this." He gave me the chance to back out. I just looked at him and bit my lip. I couldn't bring myself to say it, but I wanted it to happen.

We arrived back at the room and I changed into in sexy black slip, a valentines day gift from my sweetheart, leaving on my stocking and high heels. I saw myself in the mirror and I felt sexy. I was beginning to doubt the handsome young man would even show up. He probably gets propositioned by attractive women all the time, ones without husbands hanging around. The knock at the door sent the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy.

Peter was our server and I stood in the middle of the room as he entered. Robert shut the door and poured three glasses of wine. Just his being there, and my knowing why he was there was making me unbearable hot. I felt like a cat in heat as my new husband sipped his wine slowly and let the anticipation build. Peter seemed unsure of what was going on and waited for us to give him some sign that he wasn't just being toyed with.

"Peter, my wife would like very much for you to fuck her. And if it's okay with you, I would like to watch, and I immagine, before we're done, I will join in. Does this sound agreeable to you?"

Peters breath quickened and I realized he was as nervous as I was. We stared at each other, his pale green eyes locked on mine as he answered my husband. "Yes."

It was now or never. I stood and walked around the low table to the stanger seated in our room. I stradled his lap and kisssed him deeply. I could feel his cock hard in his black pants, and I pushed against it as he slid his tongue over my lips. I gripped his hair on the back of his head and kissed harder. I was hot and ready to devour this treat. The fear had been a wonderful part of the build up but it was gone now, in it's place a feverish lust that was growing hotter and stronger.

Peter's hands ran from the small of my back, over my ass, down my thighs and back as I kissed him and pushed harder against the lovely rock hard bulge in his lap. I wanted his hands all over me, and so I leaned back giving him room to bring his hands to my belly and breasts. He slid his hands beneath my slip and I absolutely purred as he pet from the top of my panties to my belly to my ribs finally arriving at my breasts which he cupped in his hands and massaged. Seeing him staring at me I decided to give him what he wanted. I stood and lifted my slip over my head. I was now in my black satin panties with thigh high black stockings and high heel shoes.

I cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, teasing him and feeling his eyes on me almost as intensely as I'd felt his hands. My hand slipped into my panties and I slid on finger between the plump, swollen lips of my wet, hot pussy. Turning and strutting toward the bed I saw that Robert was now seated on the small couch, running his hand over the hard on in his pants as he watched us.

I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned peter to join me, he still had on too, too many clothes. He stood between my knees and I unbottoned his shirt. His body told me he'd taken advantage of the nice gym aboard this boat. I kissed his firm stomach and gently bit along his ribs as I undid the button on his pants. I looked up at him as I unzipped his pants, slowly. I kept his gaze as I pushed down his pants, then my eyes headed south, over his lanky, muscular body stopping at the delightful site of his hard cock captured in his blue briefs. I stroked his cock through the material and heard him moan. I teased him with my mouth, breathing through the cotton on his balls, on his shaft, on the head of his cock before reaching in and freeing his lovely prick at last.

I let the band of his briefs press behind his balls as I took him into my mouth. His cock was slightly smaller than my husband's but smooth and hard and lovely. His shaft was a bit wider just before the head and I imagined that would feel lovely as he entered me.

I licked his cock from balls to tip, long slow ligs, moving my tounge ever so slightly left and right. I kissed the head of his cock and circled it with my tongue. I was giving head as much for my husband's viewing pleasure as for Peters. Not that I wasn't getting a bit of pleasure out if myself. Gripping his cock at the base I started to suck him off deeper and faster now as I slid my free hand into my panties to slide a finger forward and back along my wet cunt.

"I'm going to cum." He warned me. I looked him in the eye and squeezed the base of his cock with steady pressure not touching him elsewhere. I was close to coming myself and it was hard to resist the urge to just swallow him right then.

I crawled backwards onto the bed. Laying back I returned my hand to my pussy and Peter watched as I fingered myself inside my panties. He removed his clothes the rest of the way and stepped around to the side of the bed, petting me as I touched myself. My husband then approached the other side of the bed, also naked and I had four hands exploring my body, cupping my breasts, pincing my nipples, gliding over my belly, thighs, shoulders, knees. My panties were pulled off of me and my hands places above my head. It must have been Robert's hand between my legs. Only he could've known me so well. I started to cum and the petting intensified. I moaned and uttered and "Oh, god!" or two as Robert's fingers worked expertly over my pussy and Peter's pinched both of my nipples. I came hard and sharp. I knew I was on the edge of more.

"I want your cocks, now." I insisted. I took my place on all fours on the bed, sideways. I would suck Robert's cock and Peter who was now unrolling a pink condom over his lovely cock would fuck me from behind. Robert's prick was in front of my face now and I was in no mood to tease. I grabbed his cock around the base and took him in my mouth. As I sucked my husband's cock I felt Peter pusing against my pussy. He moved his hips with me as I attempted to take him fast and deep. He held my hips and he gave me what I wanted, but slowly, excrutiatingly slowly. I stroked my husband with my hand as Peter's shallow thrusts grew deeper. "Oh yes. Fuck me. Oh Peter, fuck me hard." He continued his method until he was in me all the way. His cock felt huge in my tight, ready to cum pussy. I let him know, "Oh god Peter, you feel so good. Fuck me. Fuck me Peter."

Robert, watching his wife getting fucked while she stroked his cock was ready to shoot and I could tell he was holding off. His steady breathing, the careful paced thrusts of his hips. I was starting to cum again and I was ready for Robert. "I'm cumming. Oh, I'm cumming." I stroked harder and I felt Robert's warm cum his my shoulder and then my breast. I continued stroking his shaft as he came on my neck.

With Robert cumming hard in my hand and Peter groaning, obviously on the verge behind me I was riding a lovely rolling wave of orgasms. When Peter pushed into my hard, and I felt his cock pulsing inside me the wave crested again and I screamed. "OH GOD YES! OH FUCK, YES, YES!"

When Peter slid out of me I collapsed onto the bed. Robert returned with a warm rag and lovingly wiped his cum from my neck and chest and hands as Peter got dressed. The thought of sleeping with a lovely naked man on each side of me was wonderful, and I invited Peter to stay, but he said he had to get up early and he figured we'd want to sleep in. He took his leave and Robert crawled into bed with me.

This opened the flood gates to our sexual explorations. Before we left the boat just two days later we hooked up with another couple. I watched as my husband and a gorgeous older stanger fucked the other wife just as I'd been fucked. Then a rest, some dinner and it was my turn. She pet me and whispered to me as I rode her husband. Robert slid into my ass as I came.

It was a cruise we will never forget. So now, years later, laying in bed with my husband, I couldn't imagine what fantasy we hadn't indulged in, what fantasy Robert had left unexpressed. His hand, petting my belly had worked it's way into my panties and he was petting gently over my pucic hair. I was certainly starting to feel seducable, but he was going to have to do more than just get me thinking about that wonderful honeymoon.

"Tell me more, lover." I encouraged.

A Lovely Fan Letter

2006-06-14T17:32:00.000-07:00

This in e-mail I recieved from a fan who reads my stories at Literotica.com.

"Hi Isabelle, Love your stories. I love stories of domination, restraint, and control. Sometimes I want to be the one to control and punish, sometimes I want to be restrained and pushed beyond my limits.

Thinking of the women in your stories, controlled, stung with a hand slap, I had to slide off my shorts. My cock slid easily out of my boxers and I gripped it with one lotion covered hand as I involuntarily grabbed and rubbed the inside of my thigh, then pinched one of my own nipples very hard. (I love to have them twisted or bitten, and especially sucked during sex) I moved on to another story, pumping my cock, not wanting to cum right away. As I would with a lover, I just wanted to prolong a good experience. Next I clicked onto your blog. Wow. The fantasy where you sit on Brandon's face. I love it. I love feeling a woman's weight on me head, my tongue trying to catch her clit as she grinds her pussy on ,my chin. Of course along the way I started typing this so I am telling you what happens as it happens. A little precum has dribbled onto my finger. I'm feeling just a little kinky so I lick it off. I like feeling a lot kinky. Oh if I had the time and space to share....

I just shot off. Cum exploded and landed on my shoulder, down my chest, across my nipple. Your stories did it for me. Thank you so much."
You're welcome sweetie. And Thank You!

Little Red Vibrator

2006-06-10T18:29:00.000-07:00

The first vibrator I ever owned was a gift from a girlfriend, a girl friend. Our relationship was strictly platonic. The subject of vibrators came up and she was aghast that I did not and had never owned one.

I was doing quite well getting myself off with my fingers, or better yet, with the faucet in the bathub. That's still a favorite; slightly warm water, pouring directly onto my clitors as I slide my fingers over the slick area from my clit to my vagina.

On my eighteenth birthday my friend, Claire, gave me a gift but suggested I open it in private. I'm not a patient girl so I didn't wait until my party was over to sneak up to my room with Claire. I tore into the well wrapped package and giggled at seeing the pink jelly cock lying in the box.

"Giggle now, you'll thank me later." Claire responded.

"I can't wait." I told her blushing. I hugged Claire and hid my new toy. I returned to my friends but I kept thinking about what was waiting for me in my room. I started to get really excited what I'd get up to once I was alone. More than one cute boy offered to make my eighteenth birthday "extra special" and I was amazed to find myself for once more turned on by the idea of a solo adventure. Claire why was right, why the hell had I waited so long.

It was two a.m. before the last of the party goers left. I didn't clean up, I didn't even sit to catch my breath, I practically ran upstairs to my room. I got my new pink friend out of it's box. Claire had already loaded it up with batteries and tucked a small sample pack of lube in the box with it. She was a very sweetgirl I decided.

I was home alone, but I was still embarassed and I hid my toy as I snuck from my room to the bathroom. I washed it, and I got the giggles again as I realized that I was stroking my cock. Then I started to like the feel of stroking it. I finished rinsing it and then I surprised myself with what I did next.

I gave into the desire to put the pretty pink cock in my mouth. I watched myself in the mirror as I licked my lips, and conjured my best come hither look. I brought the vibrator to my my open mouth, kissing and then licking the head, and then continuing up and down the underside of the shaft, finally taking the cock into my mouth. 'So, that's what I look like when I do that.' I thought to myself, felling like I looked pretty damn hot. My heavy lidded bedroom stare was on the mirror as I watched myself giving head. Fortunately an actual cock, attached to a man, tastes much better or I would be reluctant to ever give a blow job.

I decided not to sneak back through the empty house to my room. I lay a towel down in the bathtub and climbed in. Hell, this is where I'd had many of my best self given orgasms. I pulled my skirt up and slid my panties off. I was already wet just from anticipation. I slid my finger between my now plump pussy lips and pet myself until I was just aching for more. Then I touched myself with my new cock. I slide the head forward and back between my pussy lips a few times before turning the little knob and bringing my little friend to life. It felt odd at first, not unpleasant, but strange. I pushed the head against the opening of my cunt and then up to my clit and back again. I made this trip several times befere grabbing the lube and sliding the cock inside me.

It was lovely to be in total control. I fucked myself oh so slowly. I would enjoy being penetrated, while using my fingers over and around my clitoris for a good stretch and then I would slide the vibrator out and back in going just a tiny bit deeper. Every inch felt intense or more intense than the one before. I was on edge of coming for such a long stretch, and right there, on that edge, is such a lovely place to be. I was surprised at hearing myself moaning, not for anyone's pleasure, not to let anyone know they were doing a good job, just moaning because I was feeling good.

I was sliding the vibrator in me deep now, and I started fucking myself faster. I turned the knob some more. My GOD! I'd been using it at less than half power. I was "Oh, Oh, Oh"ing away, when my hand, seemingly on it's own, with no concious thought slid the vibrator out of me and lay it lengthwise across my pussy, nestled between my lips, pressed firmly against my clit. This sent me screaming, literally My stomach muscles tightened, I clamped my thighs together and I came like I'd never came before. I may have even called Claire's name. I would certainly never look at her the same again.

The vibrations just kept going, and I just kept cumming. I was sure I couldn't take much more, but then I did, again and again, hitting new peaks and then riding them. Finally, it was two much. I turned the knob and the machine was silenced. It was a good ten minutes of lying there, seeing stars, with my birthday present still locked between my legs before I felt like moving.

I washed my toy, went through the silly ritual of sneaking it back to my room, and looking at the clock, I was surprised to find that I had spent more than an hour treating myself nicely.

Claire's call woke me up at ten the next morning. "Hello." I mumbled.

"Is, it's Claire."

"Claire, I fucking love you. I love you more than life itself."

"That's it. That's what I called for. Happy birthday sweetie." and she hung up.

I've played with many toys since than, going through many favorites, but it was recieving a gift yet again that exposed me to something new. My first experience had been with a jelly, and I'd stuck with soft vibrators since. I'd been adventure when it came to shape but toys aren't cheap and shopping for them is generally full of high expectations so I'd never ventured from that which had done the job for me so well.

I ordered an introductory pack from Adam and Eve as part of my policy of checking out the sponsors I put on my site. I got a couple of porn films, nothing to impressive, a bottle of lube, a bottle of disgusting strawberry flavored lube and a small, hard, red vibrator.

I watched the movies (read a review here) and took a tiny, regrettable taste of the "Tasty Lovin' Hot Lickable Love Lotion" and then I got around to the cute little vibrator they'd sent. I was home doing some writing and Brian called to say he'd be home for lunch. I got out of my pants, and lay on the living room floor with my legs up on the couch. I turned on the vibrator, and felt it spring to life. I held it against my pussy through my panties and the vibrations felt so strong and so precise. I gasped and it didn't take long for my pussy to swell and heat up.

I heard Brian's footsteps on the stairs outside our apartment. I was moving my hips now, getting hotter. I heard his keys in the lock and I had my mouth open, my breath quickening. The front door opened. "Oh my! This is a nice surprise." Brian watched me, with the door still open behind him.

I pulled my panties aside and pressed the toy against my slick pussy. I looked at Brian as I slid the vibrator forward and back. I almost never used my vibrators for penetration. I love a man's cock sliding into me, but when I'm touching myself I generally concentrate on clitoral stimulation. I know what men like to see though, and was hoping to drive a certain man to action in a hurry. My hands held the vibrator up, putting it on display and I brought it to my cunt and slid it slowly inside me. It felt glorious. It was small, which was nice and the hard plastic let it slide in easier even without lube. The tip had the tiniest bump on it, barely perceptable to the eye, but quite obvious in my happy, hot pussy.

I looked up at Brian, amazement showing in my gaze. He was still fully dressed but holding his hard cock through his fly. I slid the vibrator in and out of me and I wanted his cock in my mouth. "Bring me your cock." I asked, as politely as I could manage. Brian was only too happy to oblige. He knealt next to me and with one hand on the ground he lowered his cock to my mouth. I licked the head, circled it with my tongue and then felt my lover slide into my mouth. He fondled and massaged my breasts with his free hand, pinching and tugging almost gently on my nipples. I gripped my lovers cock as I sucked him off and with my other hand I continued to slid the vibrator in and out of my pussy. I started to cum and I wanted Brian to cum with me. I jerked off with my hand while encouraging him with words flicks of my tongue over the head of his cock.

"Come on baby, oh, god, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Cum with me. Oh please, cum with me." I stroked his cock hard and fast and he started cumming almost immediately. I took his cock back in my mouth and as my own orgasm settled in a low rolling roar I felt his cock pulse and I swallowed quickly as he came hard in my mouth.

Poor Brian had to grab a quick sandwhich and run as I lay staring at the ceilling listening to the humming of the world as it went twirling through space. He didn't complain.

I got a bit distracted. This was a product review. Not for any particular product, but for small hard plastic vibrators in general. I've played with mine since. I still favor clitoral stimualtion, but I always slide this lovely toy into my pussy for a few sweet strokes when I'm getting going. I also enjoy having it in me while Brian licks or fingers my clit. We're a great team. So, if you haven't tried a soft vibrator, it's about time. And if you've not tried a hard vibrator, get to it. And if there's something else entirely that you suspect I may not have tried yet, do share.

And if you're needing some new toys, here's a great and very woman friendly place to get
some. Love, Is

Adult Friend Finder

2006-06-09T07:38:00.000-07:00

I signed up for Adult Friend Finder about a month ago. I wanted to have them as a sponsor on my site, but I insisted on checking them out first. I've had a few annoying e-mail exchanges, one with a really pushy older woman. I've had several exchanges with men who were nice enough, but really not my type, and now I'm talking with a couple and it's wonderful. They're not in a rush, they're sexy, and the e-mails we've been exchanging are hot.

I'd reccommend that anyone who uses this service be extremely careful, as with any service where you're meeting strangers. You could get hurt.

Meet at a public place first.
When you meet for the first time in a more private location, as would seem to be the whole idea, be sure someone knows who you are. A good idea is to have a friend who knows where you are, and will respond if you don't call her or him within 20 minutes after arriving there.
Obviously, DON'T invite strangers to your home and remember, no matter how long you inerract with someone online they are still a stranger. That cute couple, that adorable woman, could all be some guy with ill intent.

Sorry to be so unsexy, but it's important to be safe. In the meanwhile, I'm still chatting with and working out the details to meet the lovely couple I've been corresponding with. More soon.

Vintage Porn

2006-06-07T19:52:00.000-07:00

I found a great site, 20thcenturyporn.com. Vintage does not mean tame. Some of these picks are as explicit as anything you'd see in modern magazines, and yes, I mean the ones they sell at the liquor store, but they possess a charm that is positively enchanting. Here are a few more samples, but you'll have to click over to the site and take a quick tour to see their racier stuff.

Mail Bag

2006-06-04T06:55:00.000-07:00

Ha ha, love the cheesey mail girl graphic?

"Hi again! Once again you've got me rock-hard! I just read "Happy New Year" You are one exciting woman! I really enjoyed it! Thank you, Jim"

"You and your stories are beyond sexy, they are naughty and sultry and fantastic in every way"

Thanks for all the great e-mails. I am trying to respond to all of them but it will take some time. Below I've posted a few more of my favorites. I haven't published the hottest ones, I'm considering awarding them with stories! We shall see.

Those requesting photos, sorry, not going to happen. Only by staying anonymous am I able to share what I share here.

You folks that request a custom story however, we can talk. Let me know what you're looking for and if it's a subject I feel qualified and am willing to tackle I'll let you know what I would charge. I've done a couple of such commision works for a couple and one man bought three stories for his wife. Talk about great foreplay.

Less specific requests for genres, kinks, fetishes or scenarios you'd like to see here are totatlly welcome.

Thanks again for taking the time to drop me a line, and big thanks to those of you who have made contributions, that keeps this going. If the income keeps picking up I will cut back a few hours at work so I can write more.

Here are a few choice e-mails from my in-box this morning.

"New Year's Eve" was even hotter than "Candy". Wow!"

"Hi, I just read "Candy" You write very well! I could almost feel your'e vivid descriptions! You should see what you're words have done to me! Keep up the great work! Thank you"

"Hi there just read "Date Nights" thought it was an amazing sensual and steamy write filled with much passion too, so I wanted to give you some feedback on it:) Steve"

"Beautiful story. Great detail and background, and very arousing too. Another great story from you."

Click Here to write me.

I will work on "The Party" today. Thanks for your patience.

The Party

2006-05-31T08:08:00.000-07:00

Here it is, finished at last, and worth waiting for.
A while back I promised you the details of an underground club I went to with my sweetie. Here's the story, gloriously exagerated and red hot. Enoy. Love,
Is

It was a last minute decision to go. A friend we'd met at a club in the city told us about an underground "club" that was at a new location each month. He assured us it was a great time, and when the next club night rolled around, he sent us an e-mail with an invite and a map. We decided to check it out.

My boyfriend Brian and I had a fine time getting ready. Picking out sexy clothes, layered so we could adjust our states of undress according to our comfort level. I decided to go very pop. I slid on a pair of Red and white "boy brief" style panties, and some tiny soccer shorts over these. I had a tight, curve hugging yellow t-shirt that read "Wanna Bang" on the front with an ad for "Orange Bang" on the back. I chose a red wig worn in pig tails with sharp bangs. Finally a pair of sneakers and striped knee socks completed the outfit. Brian showed his appreciation enthusiastically with a hard on that stretched his boxer briefs to their limit and we almost had our own party there in our apartment. I squeezed his cock and told him to get dressed; it was time to hit the road. Brian decided to wear a mod, slim fitting suit. It became fetish in the right context and he looked hot.
Underneath he had on a pair of tight black shorts and a black t-shirt, should he feel overdressed he could become my sexy little servant boy easily enough.

I was excited at not knowing what extremes might lay ahead of me. I could spend the evening just admiring sexy costumes and rolling around with my boy, or I could end up in something really out there. I was getting worked up wondering if our friend who had invited us, and who I'd long harbored a crush on, might join us in a threesome. Of all the kinks I've enjoyed there are few pleasures quite so fine as having two adoring men with hard cocks at my disposal.

Brian's hand stroked my thigh as I drove. Occasionally I'd sneak a hand over to his lap and it would seem he'd found some sexy thoughts to keep his mind occupied as well. Two hours later we arrived at a gorgeous beach house. The house was a rental, and was sparsely decorated. As soon as we entered we were assured we'd found the right house.

Two gorgeous girls in matching corsets and page boy wigs were making out hard and heavy. I wondered if they'd come together of if they'd arrived in matching outfits and decided it was a sign that they should give the rest of us a surreal visual treat.

The rest of the folks in the front room were standing around talking, getting to know each other. This was always a fun section at any party; strangers trying to entice each other into a darker corner. Arms were stroked, flirting glances exchanged.

"Brian? Isabelle?" A woman in a striking full length latex dress walked towards us. Her gorgeous black hair was too perfect to belong to anyone else; it was Brian's ex, Jeanette.

Jeanette was a sweetheart and we'd always gotten along well. None of the awkwardness of present and past girlfriends existed between us. Brian and she had broken up when Brian decided he was ready for a serious relationship and Jeanette, after careful consideration decided she was not.

"Hey. Fancy seeing you two here." She looked amazing. "Let me show you around." Jeannette led us into the next room, a large formal dining room converted to a smut room for the evening. Two flat screen TV’s graced the walls, one playing some pretty standard but decent quality porn and the other a delightful montage of fetish clips and fashion show footage. The television provided the only light in the room as couples and threesomes and larger groups kissed and groped and rolled about. Another room held various racks and tables with straps and buckles. This makeshift dungeon was occupied by two men only at this point. They were slowly going about playing with various paddles and tugging on restraints. This room would definitely fill up as the party progressed. Up stairs were four bedrooms and one large game room where the action would get more hard core. The upstairs was still brightly lit and not in use, a sign that the night was young.

I wondered how involved in this club scene Jeanette was. She walked with authority from room to room, though that was perhaps the result of her knowing just how god damn hot she looked. How could she not notice every man and women in the place panting as she passed? It felt nice to have her attentions all to ourselves for now. "Wow! She is yummy." I said to Brian, making sure he knew that he had my blessing and even encouragement to lust after this tall, shapely woman from his past.

We followed Jeanette’s hour glass figure back down stairs and she grabbed us a bottle of wine and three glasses from the kitchen. We all had a seat on the patio next to an empty hot tub and with a view of the beach.

"When did you get here?" I asked our lovely hostess. "You certainly seem to know your way around."

"Oh I helped them set this up. The homeowner is a man that I've been seeing. Actually to be honest he hires me as a dom. I give him a few spanks and piss on him now and then and he pays me, and gives us a great rate on his rental properties. It's great that he's into water sports. You should see the bathroom here. It's all set up. The tiled floors roll right up into the wall. There's a drain in the middle of the floor, and a hose rolled up in the cabinet below the sink for easy clean up. I expect it will be used tonight."

I'd not experimented with water sports, but the thought of it was intriguing. I decided I'd have a peek at this bathroom later. We sipped our wine and Jeanette flirted heavily with both of us. Finally she cut to the chase. "May I kiss you Isabelle?"

"Please." I answered leaning forward. Jeanette had another sip of wine and as she kissed me I felt the warm wine flowing between my lips along with her tongue. I opened my mouth wide to receive both hungrily. Jeanette slid off her chair and onto the bench next to me, wrapping her arms around me. We kissed long and hard. She had strong lips and a penchant for biting just hard enough.

"Jeanette!" I stopped her. "I'm sure Brian would like some wine as well."

She smiled. "Is this true Brian?"

Brian just smiled back, as Jeanette stood, looking sexier than ever in her translucent dress and tall boots. She strutted around the table clutching the bottle of wine. When she reached Brian he pushed his chair out from the table until he sat facing her. With her knees locked and her legs apart, Jeanette bent at the knees until her mouth was just inches from Brian's. She parted her lips and the wine dripped into my lover’s mouth. Jeanette followed the drops until their lips were locked. She placed her hands on Brian's wrists and held them in place while she kissed him. She'd stop every once in a while and pose, letting him see that which she was not yet letting him touch. I could see the outline of Brian's card cock against the fabric of his pants.

It was then that I made a decision that surprised even me. I leaned and whispered in Jeanette's ear, "Why don't you take Brian for awhile. I'll loan him to you." Jeanette raised an eyebrow and I flashed her a smile confirming that I meant it. Jeanette stood and gave me a quick hug. Brian still had no idea what was going on.

"Sweetie, I'm loaning you to Jeanette for awhile if you don't mind. Have a good time sweetie. Other than 'be safe' you've got no rules holding you back."

Brian looked concerned. "Is, are you sure?"

"Don't worry about me darling, I'm going to have a grand time. Jeanette will show you this world in a way that I can't wait for you to share with me later." I gave him a quick kiss, sliding my tongue across his top lip. "Is this okay with you?" I asked.

"If you’re sure you’re alright with it then, yeah, it's fine."

"Oh sweetie it's going to be so much more than fine." I gave his cock a squeeze and Jeanette led him back into the house. I stayed seated, sipping my wine and hoping that I really had conveyed to Brian just how okay I was with the situation. After all, being a female alone at a party like this was not a bad thing at all. Willing playmates were in abundance. For now though, I listened to the ocean and enjoyed the night air. And just like that, the two girls who had come dressed as twins were asking if they could sit with me.

The twin fetish always struck me as a bit creepy, but Lucille and Lisa looked nothing alike. Lucille was about five ten, and had a lean athletic body, with lovely small breasts and sharp features. Lisa was maybe five foot six, though she made up for the difference with some very tall heals. She had a very curvy body, with a gorgeous round ass and nice handful sized breasts. On these two the matching wigs, outfits and make up were adorable, as they accentuated their differences while succeeding on some level of making them a unit. The best part though was how into it they were. These two best friends were new to this scene and by sticking together they were giving each other the courage to explore some fantasies and desires that they'd no doubt whispered to each other during late night game so truth or dare.

For now, I was their fantasy, and they were not subtle in letting me know. They slid their hands over each others thighs and gave me heavy eyelids as they tried to muster up the courage to invite me their party. I realized I was the experienced scenester to them that Jeanette had been to me, and I decided that I'd borrow from the tall goddess herself. I'd lent her my man, I felt entitled. I took a sip of wine, stood, and strutted my way around the table. Placing my hand on the back of Lucille's head, I bent forward, and kissed her aggressively, passing the wine from my mouth to hers. She was surprised at first, and a bit of wine escaped, tricking down her chin before she drank thirstily from my mouth, sucking at my tongue as I pulled back to suck the drops of wine from her chin, neck and chest. I grabbed anther sip, and I leaned across Lucille, inviting her strokes and pets as I gave Lisa her wine. The differences in these two were delightful. From Lucille’s lanky body and thin but strong lips to Lisa's full round lips and curvy body. I ran my hands over her corseted waist round hips while her best friends explored my calves and thighs. I felt a bite on my bottom lips just as a hand slid under my shorts to caress my ass. I had not expected to find such a fine time quite so quickly.

I stood upright and Lucille and Lisa joined me. I kissed one and then the other, back and forth letting my hands explore more each time we switched. When it dawned on me that Lucille had slid her thigh between my legs and I was pushing my pussy against her, I knew it was time to get more comfortable.

"How do you girls feel about slipping out of these clothes and into that hot tub?"

These women of few words answered with more lusty stares as they began peeling off their corsets. Again in occurred to me that I was to them hot, experienced, older woman to these two girls who were probably just barely of drinking age. This was an unusual role for me and I savored it. I took a seat, and with one word instructed them to give me a show. "Slowly."

Two smiles and then a slow sexy strip show. I spread my legs and placed my hand between my thighs to give them encouragement. I could feel through my tight shorts how hot and swollen I'd become. Suddenly, my hand was between my legs for my own benefit. I wanted more. "Help each other." I suggested/demanded.

Again, two smiles let me know I was the queen bee tonight. My two lovely ladies stripped each other of hot pants and boots, peeling stockings, kissing every inch of leg on the way down. As they stood their in panties and bras, kissing each other, the difference in height just begging me slide between them and bridge the gap. I had my hand down the front of my shorts now, inside my panties, stroking my wet pussy. It was time to move things along. As I stood to my feet my two sexy new friends didn't need me to tell them what to do, as they did there best catwalk struts to me. I looked at the sky as I was kissed along my jaw and neck. My shirt was lifted off of me. My nipples were suckled. My shorts were lowered down, until I stepped out of them. When I was at last the least clothed on the porch, wearing nothing but my panties, I freed myself of my attendants and beckoned them to follow me into the tub.

The water was not so hot that we would have to limit our time enjoying it. It was just warm enough to keep us feeling wonderful on this cool night. As soon as Lucille was seated I straddled her lap, facing her, and began kissing her with intent. Her hands were on my ass, our breasts pressed together as we made out furiously. I slid a hand between her legs and I felt the outline of her pussy through the fabric of her panties. I pinched her pussy lips lightly between my fingers and I heard her gasp in my ear. I slid my fingers forward and back and she pushed her hips forward against my strokes. She moaned, and treated me to a long sexy "ooohhh".

I had my own back arched like a cat in heat, and I was dying for Lucille to return the favor while at the same time I was loving getting her off. I made a few sexy sounds of my own as Lisa slid a hand over my ass, and between my legs. Oh sweet Lisa, coming to my rescue while allowing Lucille to focus completely on the pleasure I was giving her. I pushed up on her long thighs, guiding her to take a seat on the edge of the tub. Any modesty that we had left was gone as I slide Lucille’s panties off. With my tongue and lips I explored her belly and thighs, getting closer to her sex with each lick and kiss, As I brought my tongue closer to tasting her wet pussy, Lisa continued stroking my legs and ass with one hand, and reach under me to finger me through my panties with her other.

Lucille was dying to feel my tongue on her, pushing her hips forward and back and moaning. She had a small triangle of pubic hair on her mound and she’d left a strip of hair on each side of her pussy. It would seem she was a natural blonde beneath her wig, which she still wore. When I felt that soft golden hair against my lips I could tease her no more. I kissed at her swollen lips before parting them with my tongue. She was slick and smooth, and she pushed herself against my mouth as I slid my tongue slowly up and down her warm cunt, circling her clit in ever tightening circles.

I did my best to focus on getting her off while being distracted by Lisa who now slid her hand down my panties, pressing her middle finger between the outer lips of my pussy. My legs were mostly together and my lips felt delightful pinched between my thighs and her finger.

I was getting close to cumming and technique was out the window as my tongue fucked Lucille by pure lust driven instinct. Her pussy felt so perfect as I kissed and sucked and licked. She pushed her hips forward and back with increasing intensity. I was sure she was on the edge of coming. I brought one hand forward and I slid my thumb inside her. I intended to go slow but she was so we and ready that I was sliding my thumb in and out of her immediately. I pressed my tongue against her clit, moving it back and forth with slow steady pressure. Her hands gripped the back of my head as he pushed her pussy forward. She was cumming now, hard and loud.

I was hot and ready. I parted my own legs, and Lisa fingered my faster, while biting at my sides and ass. She was getting hot herself, and as Lucille was finishing cumming I wanted more.

I kissed the tall beautiful and spent girl on her belly and rose to my feet quickly. “Lisa, come with me.”

Lisa followed without question. We stood on the porch, and I kissed her mouth, flicking my tongue over her lips. She was so delightfully curvy from her full soft lips to her firm round breasts to her amazing hips, to her heavenly thighs. A girl could run out of adjectives when face with such a beauty.

I explored her lovely body as we kissed. I was to hot to take my time though and soon enough I slid my hand down her panties. I was not surprised to find that she was as wet and hot as I was. Her hand immediately found its way back between my legs. We kissed and pushed against each other as we continued fingering each other. A couple of me walked through the door, and immediately uttered an “oops” and headed back in.

“Stay. You can watch.” I barked at them. I felt like a bit of exhibitionism. Hell at that moment there was little I wouldn’t have said yes to. I was naked on a beach house porch, fucking and being fucked by a gorgeous woman. I would say yes to more and as Lisa’s fingers grew clumsy because she was cumming fast and furiously, I decided I would have more.

I took her hand from its place inside my panties and I grabbed a seat, pulling Lisa onto my lap. She faced the two adorable boys, now shyly rubbing their hard cock through their tight black shorts. I reached around, parted her legs, and fucked her with my right hand as my left pinched her nipples. She threw her head back and she came, hips bucking, hands gripping the arms of my wrists, holding them in place. Her legs snapped shut suddenly. She’d had all she could handle. I saw that Lucille was watching amazed.

It was my turn to cum. “I’m taking these boys inside and seeing what they have to offer. You girls joining me?” I felt it polite to offer, but I was pleased to hear that I’d be having these two men all to myself.

I was determined to grab these two strangers, take them inside and insist that they fuck me right there on the spot. They followed happily enough, and I felt hot as hell strutting through the house mostly naked.

The party was getting going now as couples and threesomes and more were flirting and teasing and petting and kissing all around us.

I remembered the rooms upstairs. I found one open, and we went inside. By now I’d calmed down a bit, and the plate of fruit and bread and the bottles of water looked inviting. I decided it would be more fun to get to know my two friends before making use of their hard cocks. The room was mostly empty; just a pile of pillows and a low table holding the food plus a bowl full of condoms, little packets of lube, and a small stainless steal trashcan. The walls were draped in beautiful silks which continued, hanging loosely from the ceiling.

The three of us sat eating strawberries and grapes and sipping bottles of water. It all felt so wholesome, even the fact that I was in a pair of wet panties they were wearing nothing but tight black shorts that left very little to the imagination. Matching outfits was apparently the order of the day. And better yet were their matching accents.

Paul and Marcus were from Germany. They’d just arrived in SF after a week spent in Seattle, where their American adventure had begun. “We met a girl who invited us here and then right as we arrive she calls and says she will not be here.” Paul explained.

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing.” I teased.

Paul had near perfect English and did most of the talking. “I can’t believe we find this kind of party. This is so fucking crazy. Our friends in Germany will never believe this.”

“Well, I have a camera.” Their eyes grew gigantic at this. “I’m only kidding. No cameras.”

They laughed, and I decided I was ready to make use of this room that had generously been provided for us. “Paul, please tell Marcus that I would like him to come to me and give me a kiss.”

Marcus was smiling before Paul began translating, so I’m sure he caught my request. I expected him to crawl to me, but he stood allowing me to admire his lean lanky frame. He walked towards me and I put my palms flat on the ground between my knees, letting him know that he’d be coming down to me. This gorgeous man surprised me again when lowered himself to his knees behind me. He then placed his hands next to mine so that he was over me. I felt the raised up on my hands and knees, feeling the bulge in his shorts against my ass. I turned my head and Marcus kissed me. I’d intended to slow things down but now I was back in high gear. I pushed my ass against this lovely man and kissed back passionately.

I felt his hands come around the front of me, to pet my stomach, and my breasts. His hands felt so large and masculine after the two ladies downstairs. His palm sliding over my nipples was pure ecstasy. I raised myself up, and Marcus showed that he was a gentleman as he lifted himself out of my way. We turned and pushed the front of my body against him. He wrapped his arms around me and I slid my tongue into his mouth. A hard cock pushed against my stomach. I kissed Marcus’ neck and chest. I bit gently on his nipple and made him purr. I continued down his stomach. Now back on my knees again, I cupped my mouth around his cock, still wrapped nicely in black cotton. I pulled down his shorts just enough to reveal a large very erect dick ready to be licked, and kissed and nibbled and teased.

Paul was a perfect gentleman as well, enjoying the voyeurism and waiting patiently to be invited to the party. I was dying to be fucked, but I was loving the anticipation at the same type. “Come here.” I instructed Paul. He was less suave than his pal but oh so adorable as he hopped to his feet and practically ran to join the fun.

I sat back facing the two men. “How about you get them shorts off boys.” Marcus pushed his shorts the rest of the way down and Paul practically jumped out of his. “Now, I would like you to stroke your cocks while you think about what you’d like to do with me.”

I slid my panties off, and brought by hand between my legs. I ran my finger over my still slick and wet pussy as I watched these two sexy Germans stroking themselves and staring back at me. Not quite the study in contrasts the lovely ladies downstairs had been the boys till presented a nice pair. Paul was thinner with an almost feminine frame. He had long curly blond hair, blue eyes and a smooth face. Marcus was also fairly lean but muscular with a square jaw and short dark hair and intense dark eyes. They stood about the same height.

Marcus had a thicker cock but they both had plenty to offer. I stood and walked towards them. I took a hold of their cocks and freed their hands to pet me while I stroked for them. I bent at the waist and kissed the tip of Paul’s cock. I gave a kiss to the tip of Marcus’ as well and then I let go and walked to the bowl of condoms. I selected a mint condom and a regular, reliable Trojan. Grabbing a packet of lube I made my way back to the boys.

I knelt before Paul, my face just inches from his erection, driving him crazy as I took my time getting the condom open. When he’d been teased enough, I placed the rubber on the tip of his cock and unrolled it until I had a neatly wrapped little package which I slid into my mouth. Some men complain about the loss of sensitivity with a condom, but this can be a wonderful thing. Anything that promises a longer blow job can’t be all bad right? Paul brushed my hair sweetly out of my face and watched as I sucked his cock. I licked underside of his shaft, looking up at him. Men love a show, and I put one on to his extreme and apparent pleasure. I kissed the head of his cock, flicked my tongue over it, licked it long and slow like an ice cream cone.

Paul was delighted and it was time to bring Marcus into the picture. “You want to suit up there?” I invited, nodding at the condom in front of him. I instructed Paul to lie on his back, and I turned my intention back to Marcus.

“I’m going to suck Paul’s cock until he cums, and I want you to slowly, very slowly, slide you’re cock into my pussy and fuck me. I trust you can hold back until I’m ready for you to cum.” I directed.

“Yes.” Marcus smiled comprehending perfectly. I knelt between Paul’s Knees, and then I dropped to my elbows and took his cock between my lips. I gripped his balls, and sucked him off hoping to make him cum before I did. I had my tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft and one hand wrapped around the base of his cock stroking along with my mouth. I felt Marcus pressed against me. I teased him with my ass, moving left and right. He gripped my hips, and held me steady. I was dying to have him inside me.

Paul cock was throbbing in my mouth. I wondered how long he’d hold out. I looked at him and squeezed his cock. His mouth opened in the universal, silent gesture for, ‘oh my fucking god don’t stop what you’re doing to me’ As I took Paul back in my mouth I felt Marcus’ at last pushing his cock past my pussy lips and entering me. I’d said slow, but now I felt like screaming at him to fuck me fast and hard. You’ll be there soon enough, I told myself.

Marcus was inch by inch until at last he was all the way in me, and then he began to fuck me, slowly. He had amazing self control as I’m sure he was hot as hell and just as anxious as I was to let it all go. I bobbed up and down on Paul’s cock, squeezing his balls, and just as Marcus picked up speed I felt Paul on the edge of cumming. I got the condom off him and stroked him hard and fast while lick and kissing his balls. Paul moaned and came on his stomach and chest. I raised my head and watched him continue cumming as I continued stroking. He was beautiful and he came so hard, I wondered if he’d had any action at all since arriving on our shores.

I kissed the base of Paul’s shaft as his cock began to soften in my hand. And then I turned my attention to the man who had dutifully continued fucking me though Paul’s intense orgasm.

I pushed him back, and I rose to my feet. Marcus followed and I sat him on a pile of pillows, his back to the wall. I lowered myself, to sit on his lap, facing him, and I took his cock inside me. I ran my hands over his lovely chest and stomach as I raised and lowered myself on his hard shaft. I pushed my clitoris against him as I came down. I was started to cum and I stayed down. Marcus pushed up against me and I came harder. He knew just when to hold still, and he pet my sweaty back sweetly as I lay, collapsed against his chest. His cock stayed rock hard inside me.

I recovered a bit of composure and I felt Marcus moving slowly and slightly in and out of me. I was still too sensitive for anything more and he gave me just enough. His hands continued to pet my back, my neck and my ass. My pussy opened up to him and I again began to raise and lower myself on his cock.

“What do you want?” I whispered in his ear.

He put his hands on my shoulders and I sat back on my ass. He guided me to lie down on my back, and put himself over me. He looked at me, at my face, my breasts, my belly, my legs. “You are so beautiful.” He muttered in his once cute, now sexy accent and slid his cock back inside me. Marcus continued looking at me as he fucked me and I loved feeling his eyes on me as I gripped his hips and pumped my pelvis in time with his. I was going to cum again and I wanted him to join me.

“Come on Marcus. Fuck me! Fuck me hard. I want to feel you cum. Oh god, I love your hard cock! Oh, Marcus, Marcus.” My words got us both hot, and my shouts intensified as I started to cum. “Oh, Oh, Oh god I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

And then Marcus was pushed all the way in me, and I felt his shallow thrust against me as he came. As is the case when I cum for the second time in an hour I came long and hard, and so did the beautiful talented man. When at last he collapsed on top of me, I kissed his ear lobe and whispered, “Thank you.”

I kissed Marcus and I made my way to Paul and kissed him as well. I told them my e-mail address, and figured if they wanted it bad enough they'd remember. I thought Brian and I might have them over for dinner some night, and I'd give them one hell of a desert.

I took a bottle of water, put my panties back on, and headed to the porch to see if I could find my shorts. On the way I couldn’t help looking through an open doorway. There was my Brian, blindfolded, hands bound on his knees. Jeanette was working him over good. I watched for a minute as she pinched his nipples and gave him just a teasing little taste of her pussy. She grabbed his cock and I smiled making my way downstairs.

I passed the “special” bathroom and got another smile as a man stroked himself while my two girlfriends squatted over him. “You want us to piss on you? Do you?” they asked as he nodded yes and muttered, “Oh please, please.”

Lucille, pissed on his chest and Lisa on his cock and balls, He was so hard, and in wonderful agony as his hands were bound and nobody was stroking his cock. The girls didn’t leave as soon as they were done, and so I figured they’d get around to giving he guy a few tugs eventually, well, someone would.

I found my shorts and shirt hanging over the back of a chair. A very happy woman was making her way around the hot tub, teasing five men. She was in for quite a night.

The patio was quiet an hour later when Brian found me, dressed and sipping wine, just as he’d left me. “Have you been here all night?” he asked.

I laughed, and let him retain this thought for now. I’d tell him all about my night and hear all about his soon enough. These stories would be our foreplay for months to come.

Adult Film Review: Skin Tight

2006-05-29T14:04:00.000-07:00

Skin Tight looked promising. The cover girl has a painted on business suit that's just adorable, more pics on the back cover. Unfortunately this image, like most adult film dvd covers, does not come from the film. The painted on theme is explored minimally as Skin Tight is mostly just your usual collection of fuck scenes. A couple of scenes are actually laughable as they dedicate a few seconds to to quick brush strokes of latex across the thighs before commencing with the grinding. Why bother?

The actresses are nothing special. Lots of fake nails and bad breast jobs on display. I don't get the whole messy blow job thing. Spit flies in every cocksucking scene, killing what might otherwise have been a hot number. The men in the movie appear to be at the end of a long over worked day as they barely maintain their erections and ejaculate a few drops in the end to let us know their done.

All in all, I'd say skip this one if your looking for something other than a run of the mill modern day porno flick.

Happy New Year- adventures in public sex

2006-05-24T18:59:00.000-07:00

This is a fantasy. I don't want to spoil any surprises here, so I will give more details of where this story came from at the bottom of this post. Enjoy,
Is

I knew it was going to be a New Years eve/birthday celebration to remember. Brandon didn’t feel cheated at having his birthday fall on New Years Eve; he made the most of it. He got to be a very important guest at the biggest parties of the year, the birthday boy.

Brandon and I had gotten together when we met at a mutual friends bbq about six months before his last birthday. Our relationship was sex charged from the instant we met. I was attracted to the boy with the dark, almost black hair and the amazing green eyes from the moment I met him. When he was able to debate with me on subject ranging from modern art to gender politics all while expressing such an excited, optimistic view of the world I was thoroughly charmed. In the course of this conversation he expressed himself as a sensualist. He talked about only repressing himself when repression itself was the kink he was after. He said it so loudly and unashamedly. I was embarrassed and turned on by it all at once.

Friends drifted in and out of our conversation, but we stayed put, talking to each other throughout the night to the point that we were the central figures in the evening's gossip circles. I was increasingly interested in him, and I could sense that the feeling was mutual. The flirting was mixed with our conversation as we discussed topics like, what was hot in pornography and what had to go. Here I was telling a perfect stranger that I thought girl on girl porn should be sexy but wasn’t, that I’d love to direct such a film myself, that fetish videos made me hot. And the conversation felt so natural. Nothing was whispered, there were few hesitations. Such was Brandon’s magic. When we noticed we were amongst the last guests Brandon invited me to take a walk with him and I accepted.

He put out his hand to help me up from the low bench we’d been sitting on for hours and after I rose to my feet our hands stayed together. It was lovely walking slowly down the tree lined street on a warm night. We’d talked nonstop for hours and now we just walked in silence. All the talk of traveling and art and sex and living without inhibitions had me stirred up. I wanted to invite him to my place or to invite myself to his but I wasn’t sure how to do it, so we continued walking. We squeezed closer together and I could feel the tension as we both looked for a way to move this further along, while enjoying it immensely right where it was at. He was holding my hand, and petting my forearm with his other hand. We were about as close as we could get while continuing to move down the street. I spotted a bench in front of an old church. “Let’s have a seat.” I blurted out as I plopped myself down.

Brandon still had my hand, but he stayed standing. The look he was giving me told me he intended to kiss me and I’m sure he could see in my eyes that I was ready for him to do so. The intention was in the air, but nothing was happening, as we looked at each for an agonizing minute that felt like an hour. At last, he bent forward, I tilted my head up, his intense green eyes were looking into mine as our lips met. We’d let things build, and we’d grown hot enough that the kiss was the opening of the flood gates. We attacked each other. I pulled him to the bench, and sat him down, moved myself to straddle him, and never did our lips part. I explored his mouth with my tongue, as my one hand moved up and down his back pulling him to me and the other rested on the back of his head, pulling him forward, keeping his lips firmly pressed against mine. I felt myself grow wet instantly, more so when I felt his cock grow hard in his pants, pressing against my panties. I was dry humping like a high school girl worried her parents might catch her when suddenly I heard the sound of a skate board on the pavement, very close by.

“Whoa, sorry.” The embarrassed kid on the skate board exclaimed as he sped up to get past us. We looked at each other and laughed. I stood and pushed my skirt back down. I intended to invite Brandon to my apartment, just three blocks away, when I noticed a heavily planted courtyard. I stepped over the bench and grabbed Brandon’s hand pulling him along with me. I turned and leaned my back against the brick wall of the church. I felt adventurous and alive and ready to ravished, and to do a bit of ravishing myself.

Brandon paused to look me up and down. I wanted to live up to the words we’d exchanged. I stuck out my hip, bit my lips and raised my knee length black skirt, slowly showing off my thighs. I didn’t stop until I was flashing just touch of white cotton panties. My held the front of my skirt up with on hand and unbuttoned my sleeveless red blouse with the other, just enough to flash some cleavage. Brandon would see my bet, and raise me. He stepped in and placed his hand between my legs as he brought his lips to mine. He pressed his palm against my sex as his tongue parted my lips and teased the tip of my own tongue. With his palm pressed against my wet pussy, his fingers found the crack of my ass. Pressing, he slide his middle finger against my ass, and then pull forward until he was parting the lips of my cunt. I wanted my panties off. I wanted those fingers against me, inside me. Instead, Brandon moved his hands to my hips and then to my ass. He felt my ass, which has always been one of my own favorite features, round and firm. I pushed back against his hands, my breasts in turn pushing forward against his chest. He kissed my neck, my chest, my breasts. He folded down the edge of my bra just enough to reveal a pink nipple standing at attention. He sucked my nipple for a moment before continuing down my stomach, finishing the unbuttoning of my top as he went. His tongue teased my belly button.

I heard the skateboarder pass again and I my cheeks warmed with modesty as Brandon dropped to his knees, cupped his mouth over my pussy and breathed warm air through my panties. I melted. My hands found his head and my hips pushed forward. His tongue was now pushing my pussy lips apart through the fabric as he continued to warm me with his breath. He was going to make me come without even getting my panties off, but I wanted them off. I wanted to feel that tongue on me, and so I lifted my skirt even higher, pushed my panties down. Brandon followed my lead. He slid he hands into my waste band and ran them along my legs as he lowered my underwear past my thighs, knees, calves, ankles. I stood on tippy toes before stepping out of my panties, so enthralled was I with every inch of their removal.

Brandon’s hands went immediately to my thighs, pushing them apart, and he gave me what I craved. His tongues was not talented only in flirt and ranting. I felt him slide just inside of me, and if I doubted it before, I now new that I would not let him escape without penetrating me further, with his fingers and with his cock. But for now, my god did he make my pussy hot. I gyrated my hips like a young Elvis. I was fucking his mouth as much as he was eating my pussy. Occasionally, he’d push my hips against wall and move to a more delicate, teasing technique, sucking on my labia, kissing giving light flicks with his tongue, until it would feel to good and I’d shamelessly push my hips forward, pressing my wet sex against his mouth desperately.

And then he stopped abruptly. He lay on his back he looked up at me, motioning me with his finger to lower myself onto his mouth. This felt wonderfully nasty as I straddled him, my knees on either side of his head, my thighs against his cheeks. He reached up and clutched my thighs, and slid his tongue deep into me. I couldn’t believe how good if felt and I started to cum within minutes. I doubled over, pulling his hair and I heard a group of people walking by, just feet away as I failed to restrain a moan. I was still cumming as their steps slowed, then a giggle and they continued.

I raised myself to standing and looked down at Brandon, still on his back. He looked up at me, staring me in the eye, and with my eyes fixed on him he fixed his gaze between my legs. I held my skirt up and gave him a look. Then I knelt between his legs and pet the bulge in his jeans. I nibbled at his cock and even tried the warm breath trick he’d just so excellently employed on me. Then I unzipped his pants and freed his firm and quite impressive hard on. I kissed the tip of his cock while staring up him. With his hands behind his head raising his view, we were again staring into each other’s eyes as I licked his stiff dick from his balls to the head. I wrapped my lips around the shaft sideways and I gripped the base. Finally, I let go of his haze and I went to work taking his cock deep in my mouth. I sucked, licked, kissed and nibbled him beneath the star filled sky in the courtyard of that church until I could sure he was seconds from cumming in my mouth. I was torn between swallowing everything he could give me and finally having my pussy filled. I opted for the later. I took a condom from my purse and looking in his green eyes once more I tore it open and unrolled it on his shaft. I climbed on top, and slowly, slowly, lowered myself onto him, taking him inside me and inch at a time.

He was only about half way in me when I decided save a bit for the second act. I raised and lowered myself, up and down the pole, our eyes still locked. He ran his hands up my thighs and over my hips and waist and back again. I leaned forward enough to let him cup my breasts which he squeezed together, his thumbs teasing over my nipples. It didn’t take much to bring him back to the verge of cumming. As he started to moan and push his hips up, I took him in just a tiny bit more with each thrust until finally I felt my clit pressing against the hard mound above his cock. I was grinding happily in place when Brandon decided suddenly it was time. Grabbing my shoulders he swiftly and amazingly gracefully spun me off of him and onto my back. He rolled on top of me, and looking into my eyes with the most intensity yet, he started to fuck me hard. I wrapped my legs around him, and hung on as he slammed his cock into me again and again. I was moaning loud enough to be heard for blocks, cumming in wild rolling orgasm when I felt him at last push all the way into me and groan, his cock pulsing against the walls of my pussy. We had continued to look each other in the eye through the entire experience.

I liked Brandon so much, too much to let him be just a fantastic fuck. I was pleased to find out that he was sweet and sincere and he became my boyfriend. We continued our sexual adventures. I bought a prom dress for ten bucks from a thrift store, and put it on for him. He scored with the prom queen as I fulfilled one of his fantasies raising the dress up and pissing on his chest and stomach and cock as he stroked himself off. He came instantly. He tied me up, fucked me with a vibrator, and slid his fingers, tongue and eventually his cock into my ass. We explored together, pushing every boundary, but doing so carefully and playfully.

So, when New Years came around, and I asked Brandon what he’d like for his birthday, his answer of “An extreme sexual experience” struck me as particularly challenging. But I was determined to rise to the challenge.

With enough advanced notice I was able to book us a room in downtown San Francisco. We headed into the city early to avoid the crazy traffic and we spent the day shopping. The shopping was a bigger part of Brandon's evening then he knew, but he caught on pretty quickly. With his help I selected a pair of tiny shorts with garters to hold up my stockings. I bought a corset style top that revealed my belly and pushed up my breasts. Lastly Brandon, who I adore for having such excellent taste, chose a pair of black shoes with very high heels. They looked like they could've come from a 1940's fetish image, with straps wrapping around my ankles. I couldn't resist sneaking my hand to my boyfriends lap to feel his cock growing hard just from seeing the items he'd selected hanging over my arm. I'd brought several wigs, and the choices he made would be best suited by a black page boy that was one of my favorites. I left the store wearing the outfit we'd just purchased, plus a sheer black dress shirt for some minor semblance of modesty. The wig was still packed in the trunk of our car, but my long blonde locks and red lipstick made for a lovely contrast.

Seeing me in this outfit would be enough to have Brandon chomping at the bit, but seeing me strutting about on the street, garnering attention from every man and woman that passed put him in the mood to skip all of my well laid plans and head straight to our room. No. He would have to wait.

December in SF is not a warm affair, but the sun was out and it wasn't unbearably cold. The advantage was that the skin I was revealing stood out even more than it might have otherwise. I licked my lips, and gave bedroom eyes to men in suits to draw even more of their attention. I may have over done it with the man who stopped to find out just what I may have been offering. With Brandon a few step behind me, I leaned forward and put my hands on the good looking stranger’s shoulders to steady myself. I kissed his mouth and felt his hands run lightly up his sides and back down, settling on my ass. As I kissed his face around his lips, I lifted one hand from his shoulders and squeezed his cock; as I'd suspected he was rock hard. I continued on my way, leaving him to adjust him self. He appeared embarrassed, but I doubt he'd have traded the experience for anything in the world.

I looked over my shoulder and Brandon gave me a devilish grin that told me he more than approved. Three young men practically fell down as they passed me. "Damn" one of them muttered involuntarily.

I sat with Brandon and had coffee in this outfit. We shopped for sex toys at Good Vibrations. We ate lunch at a vegan restaurant called Herbivore, sitting outside on the sidewalk. Brandon endured hours of teasing while we toured out favorite SF spots. As I slid my sexy shoes up and down the inside of his leg, and ate my lunch slowly, giving my sweetheart a voyeuristic thrill with every forkful that slid past my lips Brandon uttered the first word he'd managed since leaving the first shop. "You're driving me fucking nuts."

I leaned forward and pronounced my words carefully and slowly. "Sweet, I am all yours. So long as we stay in public. I will take your cock in my mouth, cunt, hands, or ass anytime. Would you like me suck you off right now?"

His eyes grew wide. His jaw dropped and then he smiled, and laughed. "Oh you're good."

At this point the waitress brought us our check, and a lipstick kissed napkin with her phone number on it. I advised Brandon to hang onto it as I paid our bill.

Leaving the cafe, my lover now clued in to the rules of the game, I played up my interactions with strangers more, and as people were readying for the coming celebration they played back. I was danced with, propositioned, and a beautiful roller-skating red head named Jane gave me a glorious deep kiss and felt me up before hurrying to catch up with her wildly cheering friends. In between these exchanges I rubbed up against my sweetheart, being careful to assure that he was enjoying the play. He was. In fact, he was thrilled, and turned on, and he encouraged me to continue.

We stopped for drinks at a crowded bar where I had many drinks poured and passed my way. I blushed and honestly couldn't believe the response I was getting. I felt like the sexiest woman alive. In the dark and crowed confines of the bar my aroused man was gaining courage. He started to feel me up a bit. I danced with him, pressing my body up against his, and I could feel his erection pressing back. I squeezed his cock through his pants and slid my hand from base to head. He allowed me. While we were in a crowed, we were hardly anonymous, not with my outfit. A whooping, laughing crowd pushed thought he front door, it was Jane, with her roller skates and her friends, one of whom pointed me out to her with a giggle. Jane skated through the crowd and asked if she could cut in.

Had this been my birthday, Jane and I would have given Brandon a show and he'd have loved it, but it was his big day and so I told her she could not cut in, but was welcome to join in. She then noticed my grip on Brandon's cock. "It's my boyfriend birthday." I explained.

"Happy birthday, handsome." Jane greeted Brandon, before leaning into kiss him, while I continued to stroke his cock. I'd been so full of courage which increased with the encouragement of strangers throughout the day, but the truth is I was now scared to death, as I lowered myself to my knees and lifted the birthday boy's shirt, kissing his belly, my hand still gripping his hard prick. The crowd immediately around us was facing us now, definitely enjoying a show. Jane had both hands on the back of Brandon's head and they were making out fiercely. 'It's now or never.' I though to myself as I tugged down his zipper. I took one last look around and saw that at least two other couples were now making out hot and heavy. I maneuvered Brandon's large, rock hard cock through the fly of his boxers and through the fly of his pants. I took him between my dark red lips, and sucked his cock there on the dance floor. I was feverish with the thrill and fear of what I was doing.

Jane, still kissing my man, was squeezed in tight next to me and I slid my free hand up her smooth bare thigh to her tiny skating shorts. When I reached between her legs I realized Brandon's hand was already there, down the front of her shorts, his fingers sliding forward and back. She clung to him for support, he legs apart, her mouth breathing heavily into his as he fucked her with his fingers. Jane's involvement was an added treat I couldn't have planned or even imagined.

Becoming more relaxed I realized I wasn't about to be arrested or kicked out. It also occurred to me that it didn't make a difference if I was, I may as well give it my all. I was more demonstrative. I licked my lover’s shaft, showing his cock to the world. I slid him sideways between my lips, mouthing one side of his cock and then the other.

Much to my surprise, Jane joined me. She dropped to her knees, kissed my face and then took his cock from me, into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock two or three times and then took his cock out and stroked it. I'd gently worked Brandon's balls out and I kissed and lick them while Jane stroked him off, stopping ever so often to take him into her mouth for another few thrusts. I felt his balls constrict and I sensed that he was close to coming. I took his cock from Jane, who was circling the tip with her tongue. I took him deep into my mouth, pushed my tongue up against the bottom of his shaft and did a steady and firm stroke with my mouth taking his cock deep in, and then out to the tip. Jane's hands were cupping my breasts and she was kissing my neck as I tasted the cum flowing hard and fast into my mouth. I swallowed quickly, squeezing my lover’s balls. His hands were holding tight to the back of my head, his hips pushed all the way forward as his cock pulsed. When he was at last spent, Jane and I rose to our feet. She gave us each another kiss and skated off. The crowd, which now featured a number of couple following our lead, gave up a cheer.

Brandon and I held hands, and walked from the bar towards our car in amazed silence. His birthday present was just beginning. We reached the car, and I put on my wig and did the best I could with my make up in the passenger seat as Brandon drove us to The Castro district where the streets were already filling with people ready to bring in the New Year.

Brandon had worn his long trench coat and pushed up behind me and wrapped it around me as it was getting cold out with the sun dropping. The street party was a blast. Drag queens on stilts, all combination of men and women and men and men and women and women were kissing and dancing and running about. There were bottles of wine and beer being passed around by strangers. We soaked it all in, but we were also focused on each other. We'd just had such and amazing experience together and though we were still buzzing from it, we knew there was more ahead of us. I had my ass, still clad in my tiny shorts, pushed up against Brandon’s lap and once again his cock had grown hard and pushed back against me.

The wine and my lover’s body were warming me up, and as the party around us got increasingly intense I wanted to continue with my lover’s birthday present. I unfastened the garter belts from my shorts as Brandon and I stopped to stare in amazement at a couple fucking right there on the street. She was bent over, clutching a sign pole being fucked by a man wearing nothing but a harness. Her black leather shirts was up, and her small perky breasts stuck out about the corset she was wearing. She had a beautiful body but it was her face that turned me on the most. Her mouth was open and she was loving being fucked, seemingly oblivious to the crowd cheering around her.

As we watched this spectacle of public sex, I slid my shorts off. Brandon's coat didn't quite reach far enough to cover me completely and I felt exposed, though so far nobody other than Brandon appeared to notice. He was harder than ever, and pushing his cock forward into my ass as the couple against the pole continued to fuck the crowd now pushing closer. I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, as the coat fell open and Brandon’s hands held my breasts. I decided to take the plunge. I stepped forward, out of his coat completely, and gripped the pole just above where the other woman was gripping it. She looked at me with her eyelids heavy and her lips trembling as I bent forward with my high heels spread far apart. I pushed my ass out, and waited for my man.

As Brandon stepped forward and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, the crowd around us went crazy. There were people climbing on top of newspaper racks to see the action. I felt my love slide his cock into me. The foreplay inherent in the act and we went right to the hard, fast fucking that we both needed.

I had my eyes closed and was surprised to hear a whisper in my ear. "May we pet you?" I opened my eyes and saw that the other had apparently finished and now stood ready to stroke and pet us. I nodded yes, I was breathing to heavy to say anything.

My lover’s hands were gripping my hips and now two sets of hands belonging to strangers ran up and down my legs, over my ass, underneath me to stroke my belly and breasts. My nipples were pinched; my jaw was clutched holding my head in place as Brandon continued to drive his cock into me. Finally the lovely woman slid her hands down my belly, between my legs and pressed firmly against my clit. She held her finger against me steady and I began to cum. I opened my eyes and saw the crowd cheering me on. One man had his cock out and was stroking himself as he watched. I was cumming loudly and with my whole body as the two strangers kept me standing. It was all my man could bear and I felt him cum inside me as he pushed up against my ass. He would slow down and then another pump would have him coming again. I was done cumming, but loving feeling my lover get off so thoroughly. The stranger slid her hand from my clit and I knew she was moving toward Brandon's balls which she clutched as he gave one last thrust and finally he was spent.

The embarrassment and exhilaration set back in as I stood and turned toward the birthday boy. I wrapped my hands around him and buried my face in his neck as the crowd gave their biggest cheer yet and then continued moving on down the street. "You were lovely." he whispered in my ear.

"Happy birthday sweetheart." I whispered back. The woman from the other couple silently pressed a card with her picture and phone number into my hand and they disappeared into the crowd.

Now there is the small matter of how to top this next year!

As I said, this is a fantasy, but it's based on a real experience. I was in SF on New Years and I did indeed see two couple fucking each other on the street, in the middle of a crowd. I got hot watching, and I would have loved to have joined them. I wasn't quite that brave, but I did grab my lover and fuck him in an alley, where we weren't exactly hidden. Baby steps. Maybe next year I'll take on two men while riding down the street atop a parade float. Thanks for reading. Love,
Is

Big Response

2006-05-22T15:23:00.000-07:00

Candy, was just posted on Literotica.com. What a great response. Over 600 hits today and its early yet. I've gotten a couple dozen e-mails, including several from older men wanting some candy themselves.

You folks clicking from Literotica, Date Night is a sweet and sexy lesbian story that can only be read here at this time. Enjoy.

It may be a little bit before I can get another story up here. I have a hectic week, but I'll try to get at least a little tease up in the next few days. I'm working on a couple of custom stories that I've been paid a commision for. It didn't occur to me until just now that the couple purchasing these stories might not mind you all reading them too. Hell, they might get off even more having their fetishes and secret desires shared. I'll find out.

It's spring time, and it affects me like everyone else, maybe more. I notice every ass in a tight skirt, every pair of long legs or nice breasts, every good lookin' man showing a bit of spring in the lap of his jeans. I've been flirting like crazy and there's no shortage of fantasizing going on. I can't wait until I have time to play catch up.

Until then, keep writing them e-mails, and leaving comments. I do appreciate it. I'll be back soon. Love,
Is

Bondage is a hit

2006-05-18T10:37:00.000-07:00

My story, The Workshop, was posted on Literotica.com and I'm getting more visits to the site than ever! The bondage category is a popular one apparently. So, I guess I'll write a few more bondage stories. I have a good one cooking anyway, called the tube. I reference a toy called the tube in The Workshop so that's a little hint as to where it's going. I hope you'll check back and enjoy it.

Thanks to all the folks who've been linking my site and using my links to do their toy shopping. And thanks especially for the donations and orders for custom stories. I really appreciate it. I'm able to work a little less and write a little more so we all win. Love, Is

Date Night

2006-05-16T18:08:00.000-07:00

I'm bi, and so it's a natural for me to write about the lovely sex that can happen between two women. I've always been more drawn towards men as far as long term relationships, for whatever reason.
The thought of a girlfriend is pleasing though, and this little fantasy came from trying to imagine the perfect scenario to start such a relationship. It of course starts with some really hot sex. Don't all great relationships? Let me know how you like. Love, Is

As soon as I entered our apartment I knew something was up. My roommate, Samantha, and I had been up drinking wine and talking incessantly until after midnight. I was expecting to come home to a mess. Instead I came home to a spotless house with all the blinds pulled and wonderful smells filling the air. I dropped my bag by the door and walked through the living room to find the kitchen table set for two, candles lit, covered pots giving off heat sitting on the stove.

"Crap." I thought "Sam's got a date." I was exhausted and was looking forward to ordering some take out for both of us and watching trashy TV with the air conditioner blasting. Now it seemed I'd be finding somewhere to hang out for a while. I didn't recall Sam warning me that she had a date night coming up but I was never good at keeping track of such things. Oh well, I guess I could just as easily munch on popcorn while taking in a trashy movie.

Sam came around the corner from the too small bedroom that we shared. "Oh, Cheryl, Hi. I didn't hear you come in." she greeted me, surprised.

"Oh, yeah. I'll be out of here in just a minute. I'm gonna go catch a movie or something." I let her know that I wouldn't be in the way. "By the way, it smells fucking great in here. I get dibs on leftovers."

"Leftovers? I made you dinner." She informed me.

"Wow, this is for me? That's great; I just didn't expect... thanks." I didn't have to be told twice. "I'm going to go wash my face and change, I'll be right back."

"Sure. Dinner will be a minute, and hey, put on one of your nightgowns. Mine is a casual bistro."

I washed my face and tied my hair back. I changed into my favorite white nightgown as requested and took a seat at the table. Sam had already poured me a glass of wine. She went about her business, stirring this and tasting that, moving to the beat of her favorite mix CD. Brian Eno, Rufus Wainwright and Leonard Cohen mingled with various DJs she'd discovered online or at warehouse parties in the city. Her energy and good cheer were contagious and my hangover and exhaustion faded away as she served up dinner.

I had a full forkful of sweet coconut rice and a Thai stir fry with chunks of fried tofu. Sam was an amazing cook. Garlic and Basil and spices I knew nothing about thrilled me and it was a struggle to take my time and savor every bite. Sam ate slowly and watched me eat. I think she enjoyed feeding me more than actually eating her cooking herself.

When my plate was empty Sam hopped up and cleared it. She hurried me into the living room, to sit on a blanket where she set in front of me a plate with small pieces of various dark chocolates. I had a piece with bits of red pepper mixed into it and it was surprisingly nice. My palate expanded constantly living with Sam. The leftovers from her date nights were a favorite and when she actually cooked for me, well I would be at her mercy. It seems that might have been what she had in mind.

"So, are you wondering what this is all about?" She asked.

"What's that?"

"Well, this... dinner, the candles the music."

"I'm enjoying the hell out of it, why? Do I have to do the dishes for a month now?"

"No, not exactly." Sam was being flirty and mischievous and I wondered what she was up to. "Cheryl, remember, when we were drinking last night and you said that you'd always wanted to be with another girl. Well, I didn't say it at the time, I guess I was afraid, but it's all I've been able to think about all day. I... Um, I would like to also. To be with a girl I mean, with you Cheryl. I'm hoping that I could be that girl for you."

I was stunned. I was supposed to be the wild one, and I just assumed Sam, who had no shortage of good looking male suitors was on her way to marriage and a great career and two beautiful kids and maybe the occasional weekend visit from that crazy roommate she had in college. I looked at her now, as she waited, visibly anxious for my response, her big brown eyes staring into mine. This girl was drop dead sexy. Half Irish and half American Indian, she was curvy and long with long brown hair that hung to her shoulders in soft curls. Her mouth was my favorite of her features. Her small mouth with full round lips was such a contrast next to my mouth which was big both figuratively and literally. I stared at that mouth, pursed in anticipation, and I leaned in, placed my hand beneath her chin and kissed her.

Sam kissed back with such force and hunger. I could believe that she had indeed been thinking about this all day. Now that she had permission she moved full speed ahead, throwing her arms around me and running her tongue along my lips, sucking at my tongue, and pushing me forward until I was on my back with her on top of me. Being kissed like that was exciting, more so because I'd never been kissed by soft female lips and I kissed back with all I had.

Sam and I rolled around kissing, and petting and taking quick breaks to stare at each other for ages, or at least through more than one extended remix. We were breathing heavy, and lying on our sides facing each other. ‘Now what?’ hung in the air.

We both smiled, thinking the same thing, but both shy about taking the first step. As I reached out to unbutton Sam's red men's dress shirt, she untied the top of my night gown. Unbuttoned and untied, we raised ourselves to our knees. She kissed me again before lifting my gown over my head, Sam took a good long look. We'd been roommates for over a year, and had seen each other in every state of undress, but never before had she let herself look me over so thoroughly. She took me in with her eyes and then she stripped her clothes off for me, slowly removing her shirt, her bra, and her black pants. She had on a pair of dark blue boy shorts style underwear which hugged her hips and her mound.

Sam put her hands on my shoulders and gently lowered me to my back yet again. She straddled me, and put my hands above my head. I was taken by surprise that sweet Sam should take the lead, but I was more than happy to let her. She kissed me again; her tongue circling just inside my mouth drove me crazy. I squirmed beneath her touch but kept my hands above my head where she'd placed them. I felt her bite at my lower lip and then nibble at my chin. She gave me lovely sucking, kissing, bites along my neck. My nipples hardened and my pussy grew wet. The girl was making me crazy. She licked and bit at my shoulders and across the top of my chest, down my ribs, and across the bottoms of my breasts. Finally, she reached my nipples, squeezing the right between her fingers while cupping beneath my left breast and sucking at my left nipple. She alternated between breasts. I put my feet flat against the ground and pushed my hips up at my beautiful roommate. I was burning up and I needed her to fuck me.

She got some sense of the urgency and made her way slowly, so very slowly, down my belly. As she kissed down my body, her long, soft locks of hair felt smooth and gorgeous dragging over my shoulders. I felt her biting around my belly button and dipping her tongue in, giving a hint of what was to come.

Sam sat up and brought my knees together. I looked at her, completely in her power now. "Oh, fuck me, please." I purred moving my ass back and forth. Sam smiled and with one hand on my ankles keeping my legs raised and together, she reached beneath me and pulled my panties over my ass, and up, past my thigh, knees, ankles and feet. Taking one ankle in each hand she spread my legs. I put my head back against the ground and thrust my hips forward and back. If she wanted to look at my pussy, I'd give her a show, and I would hope that she wouldn't be able to resist me for too long as I was going out of my fucking mind.

I felt her lips on my left ankle, making their way down the inside of my leg. She reached my knee, my thigh, every step got me hotter. At last I felt her hot breath against my cunt, now aching to be touched. And then, a kiss against my right thigh, knee, ankle.

I opened my eyes, raised my head, and let her know I was out of patience, "Sam, god dammit, you'd better fuck me now!"

Sam laughed and placed my feet back on the ground. She knelt between my knees and pushed my thighs wide apart. She kissed both sides of my pussy, front to back. She bit my ass cheeks and then she parted my lips with her tongue, which she slid inside me and back out, circling my pussy. She licked up to my clit, doing lovely circles there as well, while sucking lightly. Her hands moved from my thighs to my ass, and she pulled me upward. As he sucked and licked me toward a screaming orgasm my hand found her head and I gripped her hair. "Oh, god Sam, oh, lord, yes." I held her tight against me as I came, and came, and came. I was screaming now, neighbors be damned.

Sam was so smooth and gracefull as she continued to fuck me as I came without ever pushing me over the edge. I came longer and harder than I had in years. At last, I lay back, gasping, exhausted.

Sam lay her head on my lower stomach and pet my legs. She was so sweet. I ran my fingers through her hair, feeling stoned from being so thoroughly fucked. I had a quick thought that this had better have been as successful an experiment for Sam as it was for me. This was not something I could have once and then do without.

With this thought in mind I decided Sam and I were having a shower. "Sam, come on." I hopped up and taking her hand I practically ran us to the restroom. I ran the water, letting it get warm, and I kissed my beautiful lady lover playfully, rambunctiously, on her lips, face, neck, ears, and shoulders. She laughed and threw her head back. I pushed Sam back against the bathroom door and continued to ravage her, kissing along those amazing curves, sucking at her nipples, feeling her belly and soft pubic hair against my face as I continued my kissing attack. Her laughter turned to "oohs" and "ahs".

"Okay, come on." I pulled her into the shower with me, whipped her around and kissed the back of her neck, down her long spine, biting her tailbone and ass cheeks as I sank to my knees. I grabbed Sam's hips, tilted them forward and kissed her plump pussy; just a quick tease. I stood and turned my roommie around and we locked lips again. I'd gotten her hot, that was clear. Her hands were up and down my back, and she was kissing me like mad while pushing her hips forward. It was her turn to put her hands over her head, where they gripped the top of the shower stall. I sucked at her nipples some more, not part of my plan but I could not resist.

I grabbed the shampoo, and started in on her glorious hair. I lathered her up, massaged her scalp, and grabbed ever opportunity to press my body against her. I kissed her mouth again, as I tilted her head back and rinsed her hair clean.

Next up, soap. I moved her out of the water, and lathered her head to toe. My hands slid over her soapy body. Over her arm pits, over her ribs, over her breasts and belly. I ran my hands up and down her legs. I washed her toes and her feet. I turned her around and washed her ass, sliding my hands between her round firm cheeks, and sliding my finger over her tight little asshole.

I put on the scrubby gloves and did her back thoroughly. She arched and purred. When I felt she was well washed, I took the gloves off and pressed the front of my body against her back. I grabbed her large breasts in my hands and squeezed and caressed. Sliding one hand down her belly I slid my fingers between her pussy lips. She pushed her head back wards, breathing in my ears and I fucked her slowly with my fingers. Her hands settled behind my head and held tight. I gripped back, with one on her throat and the other between her legs. I felt her getting close to cumming and pinched her nipples, one then the other and back again, a little harder with each pinch. I pushed my hips forward, pushing her hips forward, and two fingers held her open while the middle finger continued to slide inside her and then out and around her clitoris. She was even louder than I was. I'd snuck in late several times while she was in our bedroom with the door locked. I'd heard the sweet sounds she made while making love, but she'd never screamed like this. I was inspired, and flattered and hot as god dam hell. I fucked her more and when she turned around and placed her mouth against mine, cumming too hard to really kiss I was only too happy to let her slide her hand between my legs. She finished cumming, clamping her legs shut holding my hand still when she could take no more. She continued fucking me and I was cumming again in no time.

Sam and I went to bed, in her bed, naked and spent most of the night petting each other and smiling. I had not found the perfect girl to experiment with, I had, much to my surprise found a girlfriend.

We moved our beds out and a queen bed in a month later. We opened our toy drawers to each other, shared techniques and went shopping together for more. An old boyfriend of hers came around and we shared him. That was exciting and fun, something we'll do again I'm sure. Sam is the sweetest, most exciting and romantic lover of my life. She is the love of my life. And I'm always so happy to remember what a wonderful start our relationship got off to.

Monday's are alright with me

2006-05-15T14:59:00.000-07:00

I don't mind mondays. As long as I make sure to have a good weekend. Sure, I'd rather stay home and write but that's everyday. So, work was fine today. I managed to sneak a bit of working on my blog in durring my lunch break. I won't go as far as writing erotic stories at work, but I was excited as hell to be accepted as an affiliate by Babeland.com, one the BEST sources for sex toys and other fun stuff. So, I of course couldn't wait until I got home to get their big pink banner up on my site. There it is on the right.
I'm working on a couple of new stories so keep checking back. Bye for now,
Is

Candy

2006-05-14T08:23:00.000-07:00

This is a fictional piece I wrote inspired by a real affair I had with the father of my old boss. The boss was a real bitch to be honest, but I had sex with her dad, and she just about died when she found out, so it all worked out real nice.
He was the sweetest, most considerate lover, but also the hottest. I loved how comfortable he was with his body, and mine, but I think what I liked the most, as I've tried to capture here, was getting to be viewed as such a treat. I was pure candy to him. Enjoy. Love, Is

He was the perfect gentleman. I'd been working at Junior's, an old fashioned ice cream parlor in the tourist trap part of town known as The Riverside for a couple of months. He came in at least once a week, had a single scoop of chocolate ice cream and always he made me laugh.

His name was Craig. I'd guess his age at about 50. He looked his age, but in all the right ways. He had thick hair, black at one time but now going white. The streaks of white hair from his temples and forehead looked gorgeous, like something a younger man might imitate with some bleach and hair dye. His dark brown eyes always looked just a little bit sad or serious despite his friendly smile and constant joking. Craig was a good looking man over all, keeping in shape by walking a few miles along the river every day, he had the kind of thin muscular body that seems to age the best.

I'd caught Craig looking at me a few times, but only because he didn't know I could watch his reflection in the freezer door. He would never have eyed me up and down blatantly as many of the men who came in did, some right in front of their wives. Getting dressed for work I was surprised and even a little embarrassed to catch myself thinking about Craig, wondering if he'd stop by, if he'd be unable to resist checking out my ass and long legs if I wore the green shorts, or if I'd finally catch him peeking directly if I wore my yellow t-shirt. My breasts are small enough to skip the bra, but when I do, it does not go unnoticed.

I was wearing my long flowy brown skit with a simple white silk tank top and sandals on the day that Craig and I went to the movies.

"Hey ya Shelly." he greeted me as he came through the door. "How's it today?"

"I'm great Craig. How you doing?" our usual exchange, it varied little.

"Fantastic."

"Really? Usually you’re fine, or great, but today it's fantastic eh? What's going on with you?"

"I was listening to the two jackasses on morning radio and I won free tickets to The Palace, for the next year."

The Palace was an old, restored movie theatre right up the street from Junior's. They showed mostly older films, classics.

"So, you're taking me to a movie then?" I hadn't intended to take this step in our friendship, expanding it outside the ice cream parlor. I was just making banter. But Craig didn't bat an eye.

"Sure, absolutely. They've got a new one today, when do you get off?" he asked cheerily.

I realized what was happening, but I felt fine with it. I knew that Craig never took my flirting seriously, assuming I was humoring an old man. He didn't seem to realize what a sexy older man he was. So, it was no big deal to tell him that I was off at two that afternoon.

"Great. They've got a show at 2:30. Would you be alright with heading straight to The Palace after your shift?"

"No, that would be fine." and as I said this, Craig smiled and walked back out the door, without his one scoop of ice cream.

Craig was back at Junior's at two, on the dot to walk me to the theatre. He offered me his arm and I took it, noticing just how fit he was.

The movie turned out to be a film from the thirties called "Ecstasy." As the big winner of the radio promotion Craig was introduced to the manager of the theatre who told us about the picture.

"Ecstasy caused a huge stir when it was released. American audiences were appalled at Hedy Lamarr's nude scene or at least pretended to be. It's quite tame by today's standards of course, innocent even, but it's a great film without the hoopla. You and your girlfriend are in for a treat."

I squeezed Craig's arm as the word girlfriend tumbled out. I was glad that it was a long skirt day, as opposed a short shorts day. We looked more like a real May-December affair rather than a gold digger and her prospect. I was flattered to be thought the girlfriend of such an attractive and charming man.

Ecstasy started ironically enough with a May-December couple's wedding night. The older man carried the stunning Hedy Lamarr over the threshold and then went on to ignore her completely as he went about preparing himself for bed only to fall asleep in a chair leaving his new bride unsatisfied.

The nude scene was indeed innocent. Lamarr's horse running off with her clothes as she takes a quick dip in a lake. Innocent as it may have been it was sexy as can be at the same time. Lamarr is just beautiful and her being caught in the act of running around naked by a young man is a delightful fantasy.

So wrapped up in the film, I wasn't sure how long my hand was on Craig's leg before I realized I'd put it there. My heart quickened, but I decided to be okay with it. Craig certainly didn't seem to mind, and as the film ended it felt quite natural to take his hand as we made our way out of the theater.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" Craig offered. I accepted and we discussed the film at a nearby cafe.

"What a great picture. I loved it. I want to see more classic films, to get a stronger sense of film history. What'd you think Craig?"

"It was a good picture. But they got a few things wrong. I think that older man she started with would've been able to show Hedy a much better time than that pup she ended up with."

"Oh yeah?" I asked flirtatiously. Craig blushed. He may not have realized how it would sound before he said it. He excused himself and made his way toward the restroom.

My friends Lilly worked at the coffee shop and rushed over to my table. "Nice Shelly. He is a doll. He has tea here every morning and I just absolutely lust over him. He's so, I don't know, dignified. How'd you get up the nerve to ask him out?"

"I don’t know. It just sort of happened." I wondered if Craig knew he was making the young girls of our town so hot. When he came back to the table Lilly stuck around a moment, despite my not introducing her, my attempt to tell her to beat it. She was awful. She stuck out her ass, and pushed her shoulders together. She even bit her bottom lip while laughing too loudly at Craig's jokes. Finally she went back to making espressos.

"So, you really like ice cream a-lot." I teased.

"No. Not so much. I like pretty girls who serve Ice Cream. I rarely finish the scoop you serve me." I blushed. He continued. "When it comes to sweets, I'm very picky, a connoisseur. I like chocolate, dark, rich chocolate. If you get the good stuff, a small piece is enough. You place it on your tongue and you savor it as it melts. No need to water it down with milk and nuts and too much sugar. No wonder candy bars keep getting bigger. They only hint and tease at the real pleasure."

It was then and there, that I decided I would like to have this man as a lover.
"Craig, let's go for a walk." I suggested.

I took his hand again, flashing Lilly a look as we left the cafe. Having to work by it every day, I'd forgotten just how lovely the river is. Craig knew the trails inside and out, and led me to a perfect clearing off from the water by a few yards.

"This is where I like to sit after my walk. Oddly enough nobody else seems to know about this spot, and I always have it to myself." I wondered how innocent he really was in letting me know that we were somewhere private. Craig was unlike anyone I'd ever had a lover. Obviously he was older, but he was also classy and graceful. I thought about his comment regarding the older man in the film. I was lost in these thoughts when Craig leaned over and kissed my mouth; a firm but brief peck, and then he kept his mouth nearby, waiting for the okay to continue. I kissed him back, and his arms came around me. I lay back and enjoyed being kissed thoroughly. Craig kissed my top lip, and then my bottom. Sucking lightly and appreciating every part of my mouth individually. His tongue slid lightly along the underside of my upper lip and felt his hand slide up my right leg, raising my skirt to mid thigh.

The breeze blowing off the river felt wonderful on the exposed skin of my legs. This lovely man took his time, and I felt absolutely savored. My legs had never felt so long or shapely as they did now under his long strokes. He kissed at my jaw, and my neck. He'd stop kissing, raised himself up and just looked at me; drinking me in. I felt sexy and increasingly turned as his eyes caressed my every curve.

His hand found my ribs, and I felt like a curvey Hedy Lamarr type beauty as strong firm strokes stretched along my side, from my ribs to my waist to my hips and back up again. When his hand at last found its way to my belly, his mouth now kissing along my collarbone and shoulders, I was feeling like candy, like chocolate, being indulged in and savored by a connoisseur.

My patient lover lifted my shirt and kissed my belly, my belly button, my ribs. He pushed my shirt higher and kissed along the bottoms of my breasts. I put my hands above my head. If they had their way they would hurry him along, as I was dying to be made love to right then and there. No, my hands would be kept safely away; I was going let this chocolate melt slowly.

Craig kissed each of my nipples. I could hear his breathing growing heavy and I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh. He took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked gently while cupping my right breast in his hand. Again, he raised himself and looked at me. I squirmed and couldn't help but stare back with heavy lids, bedroom eyes. His gaze made its way from my face to my toes, and slowly back again. Then he kissed my mouth. He kissed my chin. He kissed my neck. He slowly kissed every part of me that had grabbed his attention, and I'd really gotten his attention. He lowered the top of my skirt slightly to kiss my hips. and lower belly. He raised the bottom of my skirt to kiss my thighs, my knees, my ankles, the tops of my feet.

He kissed his way back up my legs, and he lowered my panties, slowly, slowly, down my legs which now felt a mile long. He gently lifted my feet and my panties were off. He parted my legs and he kissed my inner thighs. He kissed my lower belly. He kissed on both sides of my now warm and swollen sex. He squeezed my lips together softly and kissed my pussy. Still squeezing me closed, he ran his tongue along my slit. He relaxed his hold on me and ran his tongue along me again. My hips pushed up at him as his tongue ran over my clit. He gripped my thighs and he kissed, sucked on, licked and explored every inch of my sex. I slowly rocked my hips up and down, my hands finding the top of his head, my fingers running through that thick hair. My legs came together, my thighs resting against his ears as I came closer to cumming. He clutched my hips and his tongue slid inside me, then up to my clit, than back down inside me again, over and over. I was moaning and writhing as I started to cum. He pressed his tongue firmly against my clit, moving back and forth just enough to keep me cumming long and hard. My back was arched so that only my feet, ass and shoulders were in contact with ground. My hands held his head against me. I came so intensley and for so long that the muscles in my stomach ached when I was done.

I set my head back down and Craig again pushed my lips together and kissed my pussy one more time. I shivered in delight. He lay next to me raised up on one elbow and ran his hand the length of me. My hand, at my side, found his hard cock pushing against his pants and I squeezed. He had a nice sized penis and he was hard as a rock.

“I assume you live nearby.” I said suggestively squeezing again.

“I do.” And that was enough said. He helped me up. I stuffed my panties in my purse and tied my skirt high on my thighs enjoying the cool air against my hot and wet pussy. As long as we were along the river in relative privacy, Craig's hand felt my ass and hips as I walked. I added a little extra swish and strut and sneaking a glance I could make out the shape of his still hard cock straining to be freed.

We arrived at a small town house. He poured us each a glass of wine and led the way up stairs to his bedroom. I sat on his bed and sipped my wine while he dug through a collection of records, settling on The Nat King Cole Trio. He walked to me and as he took his own glass off of the night stand I lifted his shirt, untucked his undershirt and kissed his stomach. I slid forward on the bed, pressing the front of my body against him. I bit gently at his ribs and ran my hands up and down his sides. His erection returned and pressed against my breast. I undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled downward on his zipper.

Craig's hands pet along my shoulders, my neck and up into my hair. He did not pull me towards him nor did he ever make me feel like he was holding me in place. I was able to take my time with him, as he had with me. I felt his hard cock through his white briefs; such a nice solid shaft. I squeezed his balls lightly and his hips pushed forward. Reaching into Craig’s underpants, I grabbed a hold of his hard on and stroked him. I kissed his stomach some more. I then kissed the tip of his cock. I circled my tongue around the head.

My lover's breathing let me know he was getting hotter, but he continued to enjoy what I gave, never pushing forward. I licked the bottom of his shaft from his balls to the head and back and I heard him moan in pleasure. I kissed his inner most thighs on either side of his balls as my hands explored his firm ass. Craig was patient, but I could wait no longer. I took his cock into my mouth, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and the other cupping his testicles.

I sucked his cock. I licked his cock. I kissed his cock. I enjoyed giving head more than I ever had as I was allowed to play and pose and try new things. Never did he make a request, or try to take over. He’d had his turn, having his way with me by the river and now it was mine. I discovered that Craig responded strongly to having his balls squeezed, caressed and kissed. I was cupping his balls, my fingers stroking the back of them when I sensed him getting ready to cum. I took his cock from my mouth, gripping it firmly.

I spotted a bottle of massage oil on the night stand. I lifted my tank top over my head, and purred as my lover ran his hands over my breasts, squeezing each nipple in turn. He took off his shirts, and he did have a lovely body; trim and muscular, long and lanky. Continuing to grip his cock with one hand I poured the oil over the head with the other. I stroked his dick slowly until he was right on the edge of cumming. I applied the oil to my chest. Laying back, I pulled his cock, pulling him up on to the bed with me. He slid his cock between my breasts which I pushed together. With my small breasts pushed up on either side of his erection and my fingers lacing together over the top I gave him a soft, tight hole to fuck.

Craig stared at me as he thrust his cock forward and back, titty fucking me. I felt so sexy and beautiful, loving his gaze on me. I was growing wet again. I took his hands, and guided them to hold my breasts together. I kept one hand over his cock pressing him between my breasts and I my other hand I reached between my legs. Looking at each other was delightful. I could tell he was close to cumming and as I pumped my hips in time with his I knew I was as well. I slid my fingers over my slick cunt, up and down, sliding just the tip of my finger inside me. When I felt his warm cum roll over my chest and throat and heard his loud deep moaning, I started to cum. I had a quick but intense orgasm.

We took a moment to catch our breath and we laughed. This was a first. Laughing together after sex seemed so appropriate, so perfect. He excused himself and returned with a warm rag. He sweetly and gently wiped his cum from my chest and throat. When he walked away from the bed to put the washcloth in it’s place I stood, pushing down my skirt and pulling on my tank top. He turned and watched my intently. Again I was appreciated from head to toe. I felt gorgeous, sexy and absolutely adored by Craig as I stuck my ass out just so, straightened my knees, and otherwise put on a show as I got dressed under his adoring gaze.

“I need to get home.” I spoke, my voice coming out soft and breathy as I continued to enjoy a post orgasm high.

“Let me walk you home.” Craig offered.

“No, that’s alright.” I answered. “I’ll enjoy the stroll home. I’ll see you next week. Do you know what’s playing?”

"They're showing 'And God Created Women', a very sexy Brigitte Bardot flick."

“Sounds great, I’ll see you then.” I would enjoy my week, knowing that on our next meeting I would have that lovely cock inside of me, filling me up and making me scream. Leaving my panties in my purse I walked home, holding my skirt up around my knees, enjoying a cool spring breeze.

And so Craig became my lover. Once a week, we'd watch a film, have coffee, always served by the deliciously jealous Lilly and we'd go to our spot on the river. It was understood that neither of us were looking for more. He was right about older men having plenty to teach. He touched me with such patience, skill, and absolute appreciation. He was my teacher in many ways, and I was his candy.

Asking a Favor

2006-05-13T18:28:00.000-07:00

I will have a new story up soon. I'm working on one called Candy, about the delightful experience of being pure candy to a gorgeous older man, who made me feel like the hottest, sexiest, creature on earth as I indulged his every fantasy.

In the meanwhile, I'm doing well with Literotica. They've accepted three of my stories now. You can really help me out by going to the site, and commenting on and/or scoring my stories. They might be ones you've read, so just skip to the bottom to respond. Or you might find one there that you haven't read yet.

Click here to go to my page at Literotica. Thanks.

And a quick thank you to those of you who are clicking on my ads, and buying your fun sex product from the site's I've linked to. That helps keep this blog going. Adam and Eve have a fun "Starter Kit" that's just $3.95. Back with "Candy" real soon.

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2006-05-10T19:21:00.000-07:00

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Workshop, done and HOT!!!

2006-05-10T18:24:00.000-07:00

Click Here to read The Workshop, finally done and well worth the wait. Paul and Rebecca find out their neighbor builds bondage gear in his workshop. Paul and Rebecca really like their neighborhood.

Also notice the ads for www.stockroom.com.

My store is a good place to get some fun sex toys, but JT's StockRoom is where you find the hardcore, high quality stuff for people who take their pleasure VERY seriously. I will have a wish list here soon. Please visit their site.

A Fast Post

2006-05-08T21:22:00.000-07:00

Hi. Brian got home from camping and I had him read Cinco De Mayo. He's met Rocio and he knew right away the story was true. I'm getting some praise on the literotica.com site, but none as flattering as the bulge that grew in Brian's pants as he read the story.

I had my hand on that bulge as we shopped my store, wanting to find some items to order and then review here on the site. I'll tell you more about that tomorrow.

For now I'm exhausted from a LONG weekend and lots of sex. Maybe there IS a such thing as too much. I certainly aim to find out. Bye for now,
Is

My Store

2006-05-07T21:31:00.000-07:00

I've entered into an affiliate program in order to put a store on my site and make sex toys, lubes, videos, etc. available to you. I will, in time, put together a customized page linking to the products that I endorse. For now you'll find some great products right next to some really silly stuff. Oh, and I do have the vibrator I wrote about a few weeks ago HERE. Have a good time shopping.

One more thing. Right at the top of the page is a link to the affiliates page, if you'd like to start a store for your own site. Thanks.
Love,
Is

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All The Stories

2006-05-07T21:08:00.000-07:00

What does it mean to be a writer of erotic fiction? It means thinking about sex ALL the time and being constantly horny. I may have to take a break soon. But for now my fingers, vibrator, boyfriend and lucky others are holding up. Here are all the stories on this blog, starting with the most recent. Enjoy, and please do leave comments.

The Party Brian and I arrive at the party in no time, but it's not long before he's swept away by a tall gorgeous dominatrix, and I'm in a hot tub making out with two girls, best friends even, in matching wigs. All this before the two well endowed German boys even show up! Oh my!

Happy New Year Adventures in public sex. A quick fuck in the courtyard of a church starts things off, but it goes so much further and more public as the story continues. Lots of sex in this one, and plenty of fun.

Date Night Samantha surprises her roommate Cheryl with dinner and a proposition that would make sharing an apartment so much more than just economical. Two very hot lesbian sex scenes included free with admission.

Candy Shelly expects to show an older man the time of his life, and does, but gets quite a thrill in the bargain. He gets her off by the river and she returns the favor at his place. Will they meet again? Of course they will.

Cinco De Mayo Rocio is wearing her seatbelt, eyes on the road. I take advantage of the situation to explore her body with my horny hands until at last she must pull over and let me get her off proper.

The Workshop Rebecca gets the fuck of her life when her and her husband discover their neighbor makes sex toys, big and small, in his garage. Product tester has never before been such a great job title.

Blowjob Alarm Clock He's such a sweet man. I decide to help him start his day right.

A Clean Break Our nameless heroine is sick of her asshole boyfriend. Can dressing up like a whore and letting him fuck her in the ass be the right way to get rid of him once and for all? It's certainly worth a try.

My Space Fantasizing at work while flirting on myspace.com results in a fast and furious public restroom masterbation session. Be my myspace pal, and please, flirt.

A Show Part One
A Show Part Two My beautiful man decides two cocks are better than one and brings his new friend to help fuck me oh so thoroughly.
Warning. If two men kissing a bit and stroking each other off will freak you out, only read up to the part where I cum after taking both cocks in me at once... and also, get over it, it's hot as fuck.

Literotica

2006-05-07T08:41:00.000-07:00

literotica.com accepted my story, A Show.
I'm getting tons of hits from their website now. Hi all.
I write new sexy stories here all the time, some of which will appear on Literotica.com but be sure to catch the ones that don't, especially the short, sweet, to the point stories.
Please bookmark my page, come by often and leave comments. Thanks,
Is

Cinco De Mayo

2006-05-07T07:02:00.000-07:00

I'm not much of a drinker, at all; a bit of wine here and there, or maybe I'll sip at a cold beer when it gets too hot out. So, I surprised myself and I'm sure everyone around me as well when twice this week, both times at Cinco De Mayo parties, I had too much tequila and got pretty silly.

I kept my clothes on at the work party. The worst thing I did was flirt with my uptight born again boss. It's mean of me to make the poor guy squirm. I'll blame Senor Cuervo for it this time. The best thing I did was getting a ride home From Rocio, the sister of one of our salesmen.

Rocio comes in twice a week for only a couple of hours, to help with payroll. She goes to school full time and her family insists she not work until she's finished. It's wonderful how they all support her. Her tuition and most of her living expenses are paid by a good dozen different brothers, cousins, aunts and uncles all kicking in.

Of course the girls going to find a way to work a little though. A girl must have some walking around money; money that she doesn't feel guilty spending on partying, mostly with other girls. Rocio does like the girls. She has eyed me and flirted with me from the moment we met. She was 18 then, and seemed too young to do anything more than fantasize about. I was only 22 myself but I'm married and the last thing I needed was a young girl associated with my work thinking we were in love.

Rocio is 21 now and curvy and gorgeous and flirtier than ever. She has the kind of curves us white girls rarely get. Her long black hair full lips and big brown eyes make me crazy. We took turns "accidentally" grazing each other every time we passed. I'd lift my hand to grab a cup from the shelf, and oops, did my wrists make contact with her breast? She'd walk past me to get to the food tray and, uh oh, the back of her hand slid across my ass. The game got sillier and sillier and I was worried that we were becoming too obvious but I was enjoying myself too much, so I kept drinking the margaritas she made me and I kept finding myself looking into her eyes. I wanted her, bad.

Brian, my husband would be out of town with his brother on a camping trip all weekend. It was getting late and I needed a ride home. I was in no condition to drive. Rocio had made me margaritas all night, but hadn't sipped one herself, cunning little trollop that she was.

"I'm happy to drive you Is." she volunteered.

"I'm so very happy to let you Rocio."

I slid into the passenger seat of her little black two-seater and waited, anxious, I would pounce as soon as we were out of the office parking lot. I was hot as could be and my inhibitions were being held prisoner in an empty bottle of tequila. I could barely constrain myself. I admired Rocio's thighs as she raised her skirt, no doubt for my benefit, and took a seat behind the wheel. I placed my hand on her thigh, saw her bite her lip and she pulled the car out of its spot. I looked up to see my god fearing boss looking at us through the windshield. I gave him a smile and he gave me a nervous little grin.

The car was three blocks away from work and my hand had slid to the top of her thigh. I'd raised her skirt up enough that I could see her pretty black panties and I couldn't wait a second longer. As Rocio kept both hands on the wheel I kissed her neck, behind her ears, pulled at her hair. My hand worked up and down her amazing sexy thighs. I let my hands venture between her legs, felt her push back and then continued on up to her stomach. I felt her breasts, large and firm. I squeezed her shoulders.

I was anxious to get this woman home, and undressed and to fuck her properly but I was also loving this almost bondage scenario. She had to keep her hands on the wheel, her feet at the pedals, and I was free to run my hands over her at will. I gave her terrible directions to prolong the short drive to my house. I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed her lacy black push up bra down just enough to have two firm brown nipples peaking out over the top of each cup.

A honking horn let me know I was getting her hot. She'd closed her eyes at the stop light and the car behind her had to let her know it had turned green. The impatient man pulled up next to us at the next intersection to see what kind of idiot can't see a light turn green. What he saw was me sucking Rocio's nipples. The car behind him honked as the light turned green.

I had my hand in Rocio's panties now and she was wet and swollen. "Pull over, there, behind the gas station." I ordered. The station had been out of business for years. Behind the building Rocio parked and made to jump at me.

"No. Sweetheart," I kissed her on the mouth. "You keep your hands on the wheel." She did as she was told. I parted her knees wider now that she had no pedals to worry about. I kissed her mouth, her neck and her breasts while sliding my fingers between the full lips of her pussy. She pushed against me hard, begging me to enter her. With my other hand I pinched her nipples until she moaned. She flashed me a look of surprise as much as pleasure and it occurred to me that Rocio had not experimented much with the pleasures of a little pain. I pinched harder and she cooed.

I imagined the spankings and pinching ahead of us. I slid one finger into her pussy. She was so wet and hot, her pussy opened up for me and took my finger all the way in. I slid in and out of her lovely cunt, pinched her nipples, kissed, sucked and bit at her lips. She squirmed in her seat, thrusting her hips, fucking my finger, pressing her clit against my palm. I carefully slid a second finger in, slowly, and she held her breath and clutched the steering wheel. I knew she was about to come and I took my time. My fingers slid all the way in at last, my palm against her clit, and my tongue circling her mouth as she came, loudly and fiercely. She gasped and I kept my lips gently against hers so I could feel her quiver and pant. I moved slowly, carefully, and I kept her coming as long as possible, her lips, against mine, making me hot and ready to get her home. When she kissed me back deeply I knew she was done for now.

She was still breathing heavily when we heard the knock against our window. We both jumped.

A cop stood looking in. Rocio quickly pushed her skirt back over her panties and rolled down the window. "Yes officer."

"I don't know where to start." He seemed genuinely confused and seriously embarrassed.

"Officer, I'm just driving my friend home, she's had a bit to drink." She said it clearly and I sensed the cop relaxing at finding that the driver at least was sober.

"I'll finish her off at home sir." I added. I guess I was still drunk.

Rocio suppressed a giggle and the cop turned a bit pink. "All right, get going. And next time, wait until you get home." He seemed like a nice enough cop and as he stood, he stayed a bit stooped, trying to hide the erection in his pants. I felt good that he'd not pulled a power trip on us, and that he'd gotten something nice to jerk off to.

"Rocio, get this damn car home now." I insisted. I gave better directions this time and we were home in minutes.

You can imagine what happened in the house. If I get enough comments I might write more about this evening.

I will finish The Workshop within the next few days, I promise. Thanks for stopping by,
Is.

The Workshop

2006-05-02T18:17:00.000-07:00

I've been to some intense parties, and I've always loved the benches and racks and poles that are so nice to be tied to (trust me, I've done the tying as well.) I've often wondered about the folks who makes these lovely toys. Sometimes I even fantasize about them. I hope you like it. Love, Is

Rebecca had gone until the ripe old age of 27 without a car. She couldn't afford one, and didn't need one. Now, at thirty, she adored her little Volkswagen Beetle, and savored the road trips she took with it, but for around town it was still walk, bike or occasionally skateboard. A fit, attractive thirty year old woman who could handle a skateboard was too sexy an image for her to pass up.

It was her bike that took her to the farmers market on the day she discovered her neighbor's shop, a lovely spring day and the vendors had too much good stuff to offer. As a result she bought more than one should attempt to transport by bicycle. Nonetheless, bags hanging from the handlebars, and pushing the limits of the baskets over the rear wheel, she made her way, cautiously toward home.

As she reached her door, she managed, barely, to come to a stop and to step off of the bike without a spill. Glen, the attractive older man who lived next door walked out to say hello. He'd been working in his garage, as he did every weekend and most weeknights. Glen was friendly, but always he came to her, even if he saw her or Paul, her husband heading toward him as he worked with his garage door open, he'd rush to catch them before they made it halfway up the driveway. Rebecca and Paul accepted that Glen kept his shop to himself. Hell they had plenty of secrets of their own, who were they to begrudge their neighbor his need for a bit of privacy?

"Hey Rebecca, how ya doin'? Looks like a trip to the farmer's market eh?" He greeted her as she maneuvered bags in her arms.

"Yeah, I'm afraid I over shopped a bit though."

Glen took notice of the many bags and jumped to give Rebecca a hand. "Can I help you get these in the house?"

"Oh, sure… yes, that would be great. Thanks Glen." and she led him through the door, not stopping to think about what might be sitting out from the night before. Glen set two bags of groceries on the table, right next to a corset, black mask, electric blue wig and a whip left out after a party that turned out to be a bit of a dud. He nearly tripped over the ridiculously high heeled boots sitting on the floor. As he set the fruits and vegetables next to the leather Glen looked at Rebecca in time to see her turning red.

"I, uh, heh heh..." a nervous chuckle was the most she could muster, adding to her embarrassment. Not as bad as her mom finding her vibrator when she was 19 and home for a weekend, but one of the more embarrassing moments she'd had in a while. Rebecca tended to keep her and Paul's "other" life hidden from neighbors, co-workers and even some of their oldest friends. It's not that she was ashamed of the fetishes that they indulged in, if anything she was quite proud of their active and exciting sex life. It's just that she didn't want it to be her entire life and identity. She'd enjoyed having friend outside of the fetish scene. The club life was a special treat. It wasn't how she made her living nor did it define her. It was simply how she found her thrills and added some spice to her week.

"Hey, Rebecca, don't.... I'm one to...." Glen looked for the right words. "Here, catch." and with this he tossed her something from pocket of the shop apron he was wearing. It was a leather cuff. Not finished, but it had a loop and silver ring. It was clearly a wrist cuff, and it wouldn't be of use for much outside of restraining someone.

Rebecca examined the bondage toy in her hands. "Glen, you work in leather?"

"It's actually imitation. I am tapping a specialized segment of a specialized market; Vegan bondage gear. I sell at parties and on line. It doesn't pay the bills but at least my hobby pays for itself."

He'd certainly made her feel better about what he'd seen. She was wondering if all of her neighbors were secretly sneaking off to the same parties as her. She hoped not. There were folks she didn't need to see strapped into a latex body suit. Glen had not only admitted to making bondage gear, his "hobby pays for itself" comment made it clear he was into using his product as well. Rebecca looked at Glen. He was in his mid forties, in great shape and at the moment she couldn't help but swoon as he stood in shorts, shop apron and a tank top. The outfit looked much sexier now that she held his home made wrist restraint in her hand.

"Thanks Glen." She said a bit sheepishly.

"Sure. I'm actually relieved. I figured my neighbors must wonder what I get up to in that shop of mine and what they imagine is likely to be horrendous." he said with a laugh.

Rebecca returned the laugh, and the piece of leather. "I know just what you mean. I'm sure I've been noticed leaving the house in my long coat and wig case."

"Amazingly enough; I never gave it a second thought."

"Hey, can I pour you a cup of coffee?"

"Actually, I got an order to get out this week so I'd better get back, but you and Paul come on by and check out the shop later."

"Sure." She walked him to the door and said a not too awkward goodbye. Then, giggling to herself, she made some coffee and went to wake up her husband who had indulged enough in his one day a week of sleeping in. She couldn't wait to tell him about her morning.

Rebecca and Paul were aware of stepping past the halfway point in Glen's driveway. They were past the point at which Paul would normally stop them with a warm smile, wiping his hands and ready for friendly neighborly banter. Now they were being greeted from inside the garage and invited to enter.

"Hi Rebecca. Hey Paul. What’s new?"

Glen gave the, at first shy, couple a tour of his shop, and their shyness faded quickly. He did beautiful work and it went beyond wrist restraints, collars and harnesses. Further into his workshop, not visible from the driveway, he had racks, benches, and all manner of dungeon gear.

"And none of this actual leather?" Paul asked, running his hand across a bench, straps and tethers in all the right places.

"Nope, it’s all one hundred percent man made material, so everyone can join in the fun."

"Well it's great. You do good work." Paul was impressed.

"It's fantastic Glen." Rebecca was admiring an upright tube with restraints in side and holes just big enough for a hand to pass through.

"Thanks. Go ahead and slide your hand in there. The inside is all lined and cushioned." Glen invited Rebecca to get a better look. "The tubes are something new I'm working on. Once strapped inside the lucky man or woman would be groped and pet all night with no need for hellos, or even eye contact. Of course you'd probably want someone trustworthy stationed outside the tube to make sure that everyone behaved themselves. Even at the best parties, you can't to be careful."

"This is true. I'm surprised we haven't run into you at any parties."

"Do you wear that blue wig often?"

"Almost always. The blue one or a pink one."

"I think I have seen you around; last month, The Full Moon Ball."

And now Rebecca was blushing again. She'd been particularly extravagant at The Full Moon Ball, allowing herself to be tied to a post and pinched, spanked and teased by two beautiful women in matching blue latex girdles, one of whom followed the intense bout of teasing later in the evening with an expert hand up Rebecca's skirt. She came in a not too private corner of the main room, as the crowd paid attention to a young man who followed Rebecca in being tied to the post.

"I brought the posts. They were very easy to make." Glen was business like and matter of fact and the flush in Rebecca's face subsided, but the warmth between her legs stayed with her.

As they arrived back at their house Rebecca climbed directly onto the coffee table, before Paul had even closed the front door her hand was down the front of her jeans, inside her panties.

"I take it you liked Glen's toys?" Paul teased.

"Come here and fuck me." Rebecca insisted.

Paul instead knelt by the coffee table and pushed up her t-shirt. He ran his hand from her lower stomach, over her belly over her breasts. He tugged on her nipples and kissed her mouth as she pushed her jeans further down her thighs and continued to work her fingers up and down from her vagina to her clitoris and back again. Paul kissed her deep now and she kissed back hungrily, biting at his lips and flicking her tongue over his. She moved her hands out of his way as he slid a finger between the lips of her pussy, sliding over the smooth slickness of her and entering her. She gasped as he fucked her with his middle finger while his other fingers held her lips open and apart.

Her hands now free found Paul's zipper. She freed his hard cock and took him in her mouth. She felt sexy and exposed spread out on the low table and she couldn't help thinking of Glen's benches and then of Glen. She started to cum and she imagined Glen watching. Her orgasms came in waves, and in between she stroked and sucked intensely on Paul's cock. He could feel her coming and would now allow himself cum as well. She tasted his warm, salty come hit her tongue and she pushed his cock all the way into her mouth. She clapped her thighs together, Paul's finger now held still inside her, the palm against her clit and she came one last sharp time.

Over dinner that night Paul mentioned that he might show Glen some of the toys he had made and still blissed out from the romp on the coffee table Rebecca thought that this sounded delightful.

A week had passed and Rebecca and Paul's relationship with their neighbor had gone back to friendly waves as they came and went. Rebecca said hello to Glen now as she went about tending the small garden plot in front of her porch. Paul brought her a glass of water and, carrying her skateboard bag he headed over to Glen's place.

Rebecca looked up with interest and then realized Paul had dragged out his homemade bondage toys to show to Glen. She decided the gardening could wait and she joined her husband.

"This is simple but it works great." Paul pulled out a closet dowel cut short and with metal loops screwed into each end. "You can attach this to a pair of ankle cuffs, or use some rope and it holds the legs apart or across the shoulders bringing the wrists up and over to opposite ends to leave the body exposed."

Paul was careful to speak in vague terms, but as he spoke Rebecca couldn't help but be acutely aware of the fact they all knew it was her that Paul had designed this for. It was her legs that had been held apart, her wrists that were pulled up and behind her head, her nipples that had had his homemade clamps applied to them, the very clamps he was now pulling out the bag. "And these actually work on the labia too, they're gentle, but they grip firm and stay in place." That was of course her labia, the very same labia that were now swollen.

When Paul had laid a good half dozen of his little inventions across a high black bench Glen was full of enthusiasm. "Paul, these are great. You should work with me on making some more of these. We'll just clean 'em up a bit, add some flourish. I think I could sell these. Rebecca what do you think?"

What did she think? Well, yeah Glen, I've had several screaming orgasms after a night with these toys. Hell yes every couple should purchase a set of their own. She smiled, nodded her head, and answered, "Yep."

"Hey, I was just about to pour some wine, would you guys join me."

"Sure." Paul answered for them. "Rebecca?"

"Yeah. Sounds great." She was really showing her vocabulary skills tonight. Glen brought out the wine and he and Paul discussed how their devices might be used together. Of course it was all theoretical. Would this work with that? Could a body bend that way?

Paul knew Rebecca well, and knew that her being so quiet meant she was either unhappy or that she was becoming turned on in a situation where she hadn't had a chance to find out what was permitted. He flashed her a smile and the smile he got back let him know she was okay with being here, sharing wine and discussing bondage toys. The truth is she was getting hotter by the minute as the two men discussed the many ways they might tie her up. Of course they weren't discussing her, specifically, anymore but she was happy to let that feeling linger.

She swallowed hard, and stepped forward. Her face was warm as she forced herself to speak. "Would you like to try some of these out?" Incomprehension stared back at her.

"On me?"

"Oh, yeah. Yes. Yeah." Paul stammered.

"Yeah, Rebecca, sure. That would be great." Glen chimed in, oh so professionally.

It had been so very difficult to get the words out, to come on to these two men, to propose that they tie her up and have their way, every which way, with her, and now they were both assuming, that she meant it in a nonsexual, business sort of way. They were afraid to assume anything else so they figured she'd politely bend this way and that, let them measure her here and there. She hadn't pushed those words up her dry throat and out her reluctant lips for nothing. She would clue in the clueless men.

Rebecca slipped of her white deck shoes. She looked at Paul as she unbuttoned her white shorts and slid them slowly over her ass, revealing her white cotton panties. She looked at Glen as she pulled off her t-shirt. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra for working in the garden, and her nipples were rigid with the excitement of being watched as she prepared for god knew what. She focused her gaze on herself as she slid her panties slowly down her legs and then stepped out of them. She stood there, nude. Her pubic hair trimmed to a small triangle leading into a narrow strip of hair. Just in case the men still somehow missed her intentions she stepped toward them, strutted really and placed one hand on each of their cocks, both of which were now rock hard and straining to be free.

"Let me get the door." Glen made for the door as Paul gave Rebecca a surprised look. Rebecca smiled and he smiled back. She squeezed his cock and his smile turned to a look of pleasure and longing.

Glen went right to work. Let's get you dressed here Rebecca. He grabbed a duffle bag full of restraints. He tossed a couple of pieces to Paul and then went about fastening a collar around Rebecca's neck that would force her to keep her head up. She could not look down and watch as he fastened a cuff around her wrist. He ran his hand slowly down her leg to her ankle where he fastened another cuff. Paul was handling the right wrist and ankle and he slid he hand up the inside of her leg and felt the wetness of her pussy before stepping back to wait for Glen's direction. It was unspoken but accepted that Glen would lead this experience. It was his workshop after all and only fair that he should be its master.

Glen fixed a mask over Rebecca's eyes. She felt like Cat Woman and she smiled. Glen placed a thumb on her bottom lip. "Such a beautiful mouth, I can't wait to see it wrapped around my cock." Her lips puffed out at the suggestion and she could feel her pussy grow wetter and warmer, her nipples stiffening. She wrapped her lips around the tip of Glen's thumb. He removed his hand, only to pinch her left nipple and then reached into his bag again and came up with a belt which he wrapped around her waist. Holding either end of the belt he pulled her toward him. He breasts were against his tight black t-shirt. He fastened the belt just above her pubic hair. Straps hung from the belt and these were soon fastened around her thighs. Glen then fastened a leash to the collar around Rebecca's neck. "Come this way." he commanded gently and lead her forward.

Rebecca was made to step up two sets and on to one of the beautiful hand crafted benches. Glen stood on one side of the bench and Paul on the other. Paul followed Glen's lead and the two men attached clips on the belt to rings on the straps around Rebecca's thighs, keeping her locked in a kneeling position. The rings on her ankle cuffs were fastened to clips on the bench and likewise her wrists. Glen gently but firmly bent her elbows, so that she came to rest on them, her chest against the bench and her ass in the air. Straps on the bench were fastened around her forearms. She was firmly held in a position to be fucked.

"Would you like to taste my cock?" Glen asked.

"Yes, master." Rebecca answered. And she meant it. She wanted so badly to have these men taking her, here and now. Every moment of waiting was excruciating.

Glen stepped to the front of the bench and Rebecca watched as he took his time removing his belt. He then unzipped his pants and maneuvered his rock hard and impressively thick cock out. "Paul, please take the belt." Glen handed the belt to Paul. He stood his cock inches from Rebecca's waiting mouth and he gave directions.

"Rebecca, I want you to suck my cock. Paul is going to smack you're ass. When he does, I want you to take it. I don't want to feel any change in the way that you suck my cock. If I do, Paul will smack you again. But if I don't, if you're able to keep sucking my cock taking a belt across your beautiful ass, well, he'll still give you another smack. But two in a row and you'll get a very sweet reward. Paul will slide his cock into your pussy. Do you understand?"

Oh God yes! She almost screamed. "Yes master."

"Good." And Glen stepped forward, the tip of his cock touching Rebecca's lips. She kissed the head and then she circled her tongue around it. She licked the bottom, where she knew he'd be sensitive. Glen stepped forward and his cock entered her mouth. He was taking his time. She was held firmly in place, his collar brilliantly allowing her to tilt her head up but not in any other direction. She was fastened firmly to the bed and even tied to herself. She sucked at his cock and found herself longing for more of it as if she had a g spot hidden somewhere toward the back of her throat. Glen slid his cock in and out of her mouth slowly. She lost herself in loving his cock, licking it gently, sucking, kissing, and she forgot all about the belt.

It came down hard across both cheeks. If she did not have such a full round ass it would have stung her swollen cunt as well. She felt her head jerk and her teeth bump against Glen's cock. He amazingly did not flinch. Her pussy ached with a need to be touched, to be filled, as the blood rushed to her ass. She wanted to purr, to gasp, to beg for more, but she'd responded to strongly already.

"Well, it seems you'll be needing another smack." Glen hadn’t needed to tell her, she knew, but she could hear in his voice that he was fine, and in fact he fucked her mouth with greater enthusiasm. The little bit of a bite seemed to have turned him on more. She nibbled lightly at his cock and felt him respond. He held his cock still and she pressed her teeth down on his flesh. He continued to hold still and placed his hands on her head. She took this as a cue to press a bit harder, and she felt him shiver, his breath quickening. Glen returned to sliding in and out of her mouth and she experimented with putting her teeth into the mix, listening for Glen's amazingly subtle response when she was getting him good. She bit him hardest of all when the strap again came down across her ass, this time close to her thighs.

It stung, but it further intensified the heat in her cunt. She wanted Paul's cock in her and she wanted it now. Glen didn't say a word and she went about sucking his cock in her usual experienced way. She would not lose herself again. But waiting for the smack was almost worse. She felt herself staining not to flinch just from anticipation. Her two lovers did not make her wait as long this time. The smack came quickly, and again she flinched. The resulting smack came only seconds later, as did another unintentional bite to Glen's ever stiffening cock. He gripped her hair and slid his cock to the back of her mouth now and back out swiftly. He knew just how far he could go comfortably. Rebecca fell into the rhythm and finally took a good hard smack while continuing to suck smoothly and consistently. Proud of herself she rolled her tongue around the dick in her mouth and then bit it again as the belt slapped across her thighs. She must have taken a good five or six more slaps, she lost count, by the time she finally managed to take two in a row without flinching, biting, or otherwise showing any sign of the pain and pleasure in her ass and hips and thighs.

Glen slid his cock from her mouth. Rebecca was amazed that he had not cum. She wanted him to. She wanted to feel his cum fill her mouth. She wanted to feel his cock pulse. She wanted to hear him pant. She was thrilled to instead feel Paul's hands on her thighs, and at last his cock pushed against the swollen lips of her pussy. He slid his cock into her. She was wet and hot and glad that he did not tease, filling her up with one thrust forward. She gasped and waited for Paul to fuck her hard and fast. Instead he slid his cock out of her.

As Rebecca waited, silently, wanting to beg for Paul to slide back into her, she was blindfolded by one of the two men. A strip of cloth was placed over the mask she was wearing and tied behind her head. She felt the men loosening the clamps that held her thighs to her hips. Her ankles, wrists and forearms were freed as well. They took her hand and very gently helped her up to a sitting and then a standing position. She heard the bench roll away from her. Her ankles were pushed apart, and held apart by Paul's wooden staff fastened to her ankle cuffs. She guessed it was Glen that bound her wrists together and raised them above her head but she couldn't be sure. A rope that she imagined must be attached to a beam above her was fastened to her wrist cuffs.

With her arms up, her legs apart, and her eyes blindfolded she felt completely vulnerable. She shivered when a hand reached out and pinched her nipple. Almost immediately another hand stroked her pussy, leading her to gyrate her hips in want. Lips brushed hers. Hands stroked her ass. She was kissed at the base of her spine, inside her thighs, behind her shoulders, and on her neck. Her ears were nibbled. So many hands, it felt like a crowd was circling her rather than just two lovers. The two lovers circled slower and moved in closer. Until finally she was sandwiched between them. It was definitely Paul in front of her. Now kissing her neck and biting at her lips. She felt Glen's cock behind her, stiff and pushing between her ass cheeks. Paul gripped her hips and tilted them forward. She stood on her toes to increase the angle and to fully give her cunt to Glen to fill. Her husband reached between her legs, sliding two fingers between her pussy lips. He opened her and Glen slid his cock in. She shifted her weight forward onto Paul, his mouth at her ear, his fingers pressing on her clit as Glen slowly slid in and out of her cunt. His cock was wonderfully thick and her backside so sensitive. She felt the ridge around the head of his cock, the spot behind the head where his cock was it's thickest. Glen's hands reached around the front of her and as he pinched her nipples he began to fuck her faster and harder. She was breathing heavy into Paul's neck. Her nipples stung and it was almost too much yet she wanted more, amazed to hear herself mutter "Harder!" She added a "Please master." and Glen was happy to oblige he pinched harder and fucked harder, Paul now moving his fingers back and forth over her clit. She was cumming now. She came hard. Not being able to bring her legs together was intense and her lovers played her perfectly, keeping her on the edge of too much for what felt like forever.

She was finally starting to slow down when she felt Glen unfasten the hook holding her hands. She was lowered carefully to the ground, and placed on all fours. Her legs still held apart. Glen slid back into her, and grabbing her hips he began to fuck her with an intensity that told her he meant to cum. Paul placed his hand beneath her chin, and tilted her head up. He slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked off her husband with all she had. She savored being fucked from both ends and wanted to feel both of the men cum at the same time. Paul had always had excellent control, and it seemed that Glen also was able to fuck her until he was good and ready to cum. Paul's hands were on her head as Glens found their way from a firm grip on her ass to her breasts and to her already sensitive nipples. He pinched, and fucked and she sucked still blindfolded and imagining how she must look being fucked by two hot men. She loved being a slut. She would not let the word be an insult. She was certainly a slut now, and loving it. Rebecca began to cum again. As her cunt gripped tighter and she took Paul all the way into her mouth, she felt Glen take his cue. He grabbed her hips and slammed his cock into her fast and hard. Paul’s hips swung, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. It was all she could do to press her tongue up and give him a tight firm grip. She felt Paul’s hand grip the back of her neck and then slide down her back. He pushed one finger into her ass and in response she reared her ass all the way back against Glen. She had what would have been a screaming orgasm if her mouth were not filled with her husband’s now cumming prick. Glen's cock throbbed and he too began to cum. The three of them writhed, and gripped and squeezed as they came together. She swallowed her husbands cum feeling him pulse in her mouth. She moved her tongue back and forth beneath his shaft. She squeezed her pussy tight around Glen's cock. Paul Slid his cock out finally, spent. She kissed the tip of his cock and he ran is fingers through her hair.

Glen kept his cock in her for a good long time. She stayed on all fours and enjoyed the feeling of his large member filling her so well. He pet her ass and lower back as she kissed her husband's stomach and enjoyed his hands petting her hair and wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Finally Glen slid his cock out. He unftastened the ankle cuffs and helped Rebecca to her feet. He placed a soft sweet kiss on her lips. "I'll be right back."

Glen returned with a white silk bathrobe that he slid onto Rebecca. His friendly neighbor voice came back.

"I hope you two will join me for dinner."

They ate together, had more wine and after getting dressed said their goodbyes. Glen was a perfect partner. He understood that when they weren't playing in his workshop, or at a party or in Paul and Rebecca's bedroom, kitchen, or backyard, they were friends and neighbors. They said hello, went out to coffee together, had bar-bqs and Glen began joining Rebecca on Sunday morning bicycle rides to the farmer's market.

Paul and Rebecca became Glen's assistants at parties and conventions and the two men worked on many crafty toys together, testing them first on the always willing Rebecca.

They loved the neighborhood when they moved in and it was getting better all the time. An adorable secretary had moved in across the street. She wore short skirts with her suits, and tall heels. Rebecca was ready to give her a good friendly welcome.

The Party

2006-05-02T18:08:00.000-07:00

The party was wonderful. My boyfriend, I call him Brian here on the blog, ran into a former lover, and after lots of coaxing from me he was sent off to give her some of what she foolishly let get away.

So I was all alone. Not a bad position for a woman at a party. Finding some company is too easy. I did some very nice making out with two other girls in a hot tub, and this caught the attention of a couple of gorgeous German boys whose American dates had stood them up. The girls were most disinterested in having these boys join us in the water, so I showed them a bit of American hospitality in an available bedroom.

This is all just a teaser. I will write a full account in excruciating detail soon. I want to let it all really soak in before I create a story out of it. For now I have a new fantasy that I've been playing in my head all day and I will work on it.

So Excited

2006-04-30T18:30:00.000-07:00

Quick post only. Heading to the sex club. Very excited. I packed a bag with a few sex toys, a gross of condoms, enough to share, and a couple of small bottles of lube. Whatever we find, just the excitement and nervousness of going, of venturing into the unknown, has me tingling and if the club is hot, or even if it's a dud and I make Brian fuck me in the back seat of our car or in a bathroom somewhere, I'm going to cum and cum hard. More tomorrow.

Wonderful Weekend

2006-04-30T11:56:00.000-07:00

Sorry not to have posted much this weekend. I put up the BJ Alarm Clock story and also finished A Clean Break on Friday. On Friday night, my boyfriend, still in a VERY good mood from how I started his day, got me back with super date, a date that has stretched across the weekend.

I am a bit more of a nympho lately as I am excited by, and excited about sharing my sexual escapades (sexcapades?) on this site, not that I haven't always had a tremendous sex drive. We're thinking about checking out an underground sex club that we'd heard about before, but that a reader of this blog reminded me of with an e-mail.

If we make it to the club I should have some interesting posts for next week. Either way I'll get some more sexy stories up and some links to hot sites and maybe even a guide to my favorite adult toys, so please check in.

Also, PLEASE, link this page. From you website, you're my space page, anywhere at all. Let people know that I'm presenting well written (if poorly edited) erotica with no membership fees, no pop up ads, no B.S. Thanks all.

Blowjob Alarm Clock

2006-04-28T09:51:00.000-07:00

The weather here is so amazing. It's wonderful to wake up to a cool breeze from the open window and, since my boyfriend gets up before me, I usually wake up to fresh coffee and frequently a small love note as well. It's so sweet of him, I decided this morning he should get a treat.

I Set my cell phone to vibrate and asked my friend Janie to give me a call at 6 am. She teaches an early morning yoga class so I knew I could count on her to be up. I turned his alarm off and tucked my phone into my bra.

The vibrating phone scared me half to death, and I was groggy, but remembering why I was getting up early had me cheery in no time. I got the coffee made, and I put out some fruit. It was time to wake that man of mine.

He'd come to bed wearing boxers but as usual he'd kicked them off within minutes of getting into bed. Why he never takes them off before getting into bed I'll never figure.

I reached under the sheet, and took a hold of his cock. Hard already, Ha! Thank goodness for morning wood, saving me some time. Of course feeling him grow hard in my hand, or in my mouth is always a delight.

I caressed the underside of his cock gently while raising the sheet. I kissed the tip of his cock, and licked underneath. I had to work quick if I wanted him well on his way to coming by the time he woke up fully. I crawled gently on to the bed, and knelt between his knees. I took his cock in my mouth and pressed my tongue against the shaft. He was pushing his hips and moaning but I could tell he was still asleep as I continued to suck him off.

His hand found my head an a startled moan let me know he was awake at least partially. He was drowsy enough to be more aggressive in thrusting his cock forward and back in and out of my mouth while holding my head. I allowed him his fun and squeezed his hips to guide him.

When he was awake enough to raise his head and watch me I went to town. I circled the head of his cock with my tongue and raised my ass high in the air. Finally I lifted my head and looked him in the eye. Stroking him hard and fast, I gave him the pouty mouthed dirty talk that would send him over.

"Come on baby. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth."

I took his cock deep into my mouth, and bobbed up and down until he came, hard. I pushed my tongue firmly against the shaft to feel him cumming and to slow him as I swallowed fast.

I held him firm and still in my mouth as he collapsed back on to his pillow. When his sensitivity had come down enough for him to handle it, I slid my mouth off of him. He shivered. I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue just to see him shiver again.

"Good morning sweetie. You're coffee's ready."

Clean Break almost done.

2006-04-26T22:39:00.000-07:00

Scroll down past the Eliza Bane post to see that I've added on to the Clean Break story, including a very hot sex scene. Not to be missed. I'll finish it with the third and final chapter tommorow. I chose the witch graphic because you'll think me a witch after reading this and then having to wait another day for more. Ha ha.

If you can't find the story, just click HERE.

Eliza Bane, burlesque girl extraordinaire

2006-04-26T08:26:00.000-07:00

These days burlesque models are a dime a dozen. It's cool, I like burlesque much better than the glass high heels stripper type, but with so many girls doing this look it's hard for one to stand out.
Here's one who does. Visit www.ElizaBane.com, you'll agree, she is gorgeous and classy and totally unique.

Later tonight I'll add more to the story I started below .

A Clean Break

2006-04-25T06:37:00.000-07:00

Chapter 1

They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to turn. They'd been fighting for four blocks now.

"You are so stupid!" he yelled at her.

"You may not be so smart yourself."

She said it without emotion, just going through the ritual. Don't fight back; he goes on forever. Fight back too much; he gets explosive, not physically abusive but headache loud. They're relationship had become a game of trying to fight just enough. Though on this occasion she was exhausted and aimed to push him swiftly to leaving; an ambitious goal. He could fight all night. He didn't seem to hate it that way she did. Maybe he enjoyed it.

"What did you say?!" He demanded.

"Smart men tend to attract and couple with smart women. Men who only think they're smart, or would like to, they hook up with the stupid ones, like you, with me."

"Oh, fuck you!" and that was that. She'd gotten what she wanted. He stormed off. Perhaps she was supposed to chase. But she just stood there. She stared into space. She wondered how she’d gotten into this situation yet again.

Sure, she had the stereotypical asshole dad. Her mom had attracted jerks too it would seem. Perhaps it was genetic, or perhaps she learned from her mom how to move, talk, breath in way that said "Jerks, looking for jerks!" She tried so hard to pick men who were charming, and sweet and kind. What subtle signs of latent jerkdom did other girls catch that she was missing?

Lost in these thoughts she took no notice of the car that had stopped at the curb in front of her. "Hey, sweetie." the man inside hollered.

She looked down to see an older man in a town car, leaning forward and looking at her through the front passenger window. She figured he needed directions.

"Yeah?" she asked leaning forward.

"I, uh, I'd like a date?"

She was a bit surprised at his tactics. She’d been picked up on before, but he sounded as if he was collecting a debt, as if she was somehow obligated to give him the date he was requesting. It wasn't until she looked over her shoulder to see who else might be witnessing this, maybe to see some prankster with a camera, that she noticed the other woman, also standing on this corner. He thought she was a prostitute! She opened his passenger door and she had a seat.

Sitting there, staring out the window, she figured she'd done her part and now he'd do his. He'd take here somewhere, fuck her and hand her money. He seemed to be waiting as well. She looked at him and he looked back. She figured she should smile. She didn't.

"Well, how much?" he asked.

How much? She had no idea how much. How much did Julia Roberts get in that movie? She couldn't remember. “I'm no Julia Roberts.” she though to herself. Of course the heavy set, balding man sitting across from her in the short sleeve dress shirt and ugly tie was certainly no Richard Gere.

"A thousand bucks... please." she answered, finally.

"A Thousand Bucks! What the hell are you going to do me that's going to be worth a thousand bucks? You got a couple of friends joining us? at the Ritz?"

"Well what do you normally pay? I’m new at this."

"Look, how about just a hand job? I'll give you twenty bucks."

Twenty dollars for a hand job sounded considerably less glamorous but maybe that was a good thing. It would get the job done. "Fine." she answered and he pulled the car away from the curb. He did not drive to a hotel or even a motel, but instead parked behind a strip mall that was closed for the night. Behind the dry cleaner he pulled out his limp dick.

She was amazed that he could hire a stranger, negotiate having this done and not have an erection. She laid her hand on his cock and made a kneading motion. Nothing happened. She wrapped her hand around and tugged a bit, pet the head with her thumb, and now she heard some slight moans but he remained flaccid. She kept at it.

"Look." He interrupted. "You gotta be sexy. You gotta talk dirty and let me see a little skin, or at least open your mouth for me."

For twenty bucks? She'd been to strip clubs with Charles. She loved watching the woman there "be sexy". They made a lot more than twenty bucks. Now she wanted this done.

"I feel sexy. I feel like I'd love to have you fuck me.” He seemed unimpressed so she added “in the ass." she said it in the same bland voice she used to fight with Charles.

"Okay look, this is ridiculous. I'm sorry." He put his cock back in his pants and he zipped up his fly. I'll drive you back to the corner. And now, as surprising to her as to him, she began to cry, no to bawl.

"Oh, honey, it's okay. I just, I require a lot. I've been doing this awhile sweetie. Most guys I'm sure will come before they even get parked, honey. Look, if you need the money I'll give you the twenty bucks."

"I don't need the fucking money, I need you to fuck me. I need you to make the asshole not want me since I can't seem to leave him as long as he pretends I haven't whenever I try. I need to go home and throw a good amount of money in his face and I need to say 'Here. Enjoy it. I fucked a stranger for it.' And I can't even get twenty dollars for a hand job god dammit! And now I'm crying and confessing my deepest secrets to a fucking John, who can't even get a hard on, because I have no fucking friends anymore, because the asshole was so sure I was fucking all of them."

He didn't take offense. He started driving, stopping when he reached an all night coffee shop. They sat and drank coffee and talked about television. He loved Survivor. She enjoyed VHI shows about rock star excess. He actually listened to her, and she told him every minute detail of Ozzy Osborne’s life and career from Sabbath to his first solo albums to his becoming a reality show. She almost cried talking of Sharon's love for the Oz and of what a great father the dark lord really was. She talked for two hours straight.

She'd heard of the hooker with a heart of gold and now, she though to herself, she'd met the John with the heart of gold. Of course, she imagined, he'd drop her off and go get his cock yanked by someone more damaged than she, but better at hiding it; someone who would open their mouth for him, so he could fantasize about what he really wanted instead of paying ten bucks extra to actually get it. The heart was a bit tarnished, but he'd treated he well.

Charles would not know that she'd not come right home. He didn't return until early the next morning.

Chapter 2

She had on a ridiculously short black skirt with pinstripes. She wore stockings, nude, with a black seam running down the back. A sleeveless cotton blouse hugged her breast which were lifted and squeezed together by a black push up bra. Her heels, the tallest she could find on short notice had her ass sticking out, and her strut sexy as she walked back and forth on her corner.

With her hair slicked back, and her make up heavy but expertly applied she looked like a make believe prostitute amongst the real working girls.

Said working girls asked her who her man was, and she told them she was in the market for one. They warned her that she shouldn't be out without a man "watching out for her." She watched the cars go by, getting lots of slow down and stare responses. She wondered what she'd do if someone stopped and she guessed she'd get in their car.

Charles pulled up to the curb, other than being fifteen minutes late, exactly as they planned. It hadn't been hard convincing him to participate in some role playing. Not when she described the outfit. He balked when she explained how authentic it had to be. He would pick her up on the corner, he'd have real cash, he'd take her to a motel. He agreed when she mentioned that he'd tell her just what he wanted and there was nothing that couldn't be bought with enough cash.

"Hey baby, you lookin' for a date?" the woman in the yellow dress asked arriving at Charles car first. She hoped he'd say yes, but he looked past the yellow dress to her. Her competition stepped aside, sparing no attitude.

"Hi honey. You lookin' for a good time?" she asked him.

"Oh, yes I am. How much?" Charles was playing his role perfectly.

"Why don't we discuss that somewhere else." she suggested sliding into Charles’s mom's Volvo. "Honey, I don't do Volvos. We'll need a room. And if you're worried about price I should get out now."

"No, no, no. I'm not worried. I can handle it." She turned toward him, and showed herself off with arched back and pouty lips, bedroom eyes and a hand on his thigh as he made his way to a motel. He'd been too authentic. He pulled into a flea bag called the Ocean Side. The nearest ocean was a good six hours away.

Charles pulled out the motel key, and she took it from him. She led way, opening the door, and walking through it with no regard for whether or not he was joining her. He followed and after getting the door locked he turned and made to pounce.

"Whoa! We need to settle up the money first. What can I do for you baby. You want me to suck your cock for starters? Or maybe a strip tease first? And then I'll bend over for you and let you fuck me baby. You want that?"

"Yes I do. I most certainly do." Charlie was chomping at the bit. She could see his cock pressing against his slacks. If he didn't have much else, he did have a great cock. Size wasn't the only thing that mattered, hell she'd gotten off plenty of times with no cock present, but a large cock was a wonderful thing.

"I'll suck your cock for two hundred bucks, condom on. You can fuck me for three hundred more, and if you want to slide it into my tight little ass add another two hundred to that."

"Well come on now, let's negotiate." He played, figuring the money was just part of the fantasy. After all it came from their shared account, which was in his name. It would go back there tomorrow, or it would be spent on the groceries and bills.

She made for the door. "Goodnight."

"No, no, no, baby, I'm just kidding. Here, look, here's the money. Here's a hundred extra to pretend that you like it. I'll add another hundred if you actually do.

She put the money in her purse. She put the purse by the door. She turned and as Charles made to wrap his arms around her, his mouth making its way to hers, she grabbed his wrists. Moving Charles backwards, she pinned his wrists against the wall. She squirmed in her outfit, showing off her hips, her tits, her shoulders, her cock sucking red lips.

Charles didn't fight as his hands were placed behind his head. She pushed her body against him and slid to her knees, letting her breast press against his chest, his belly, his hips. His cock was fully hard and she bit it gently through his pants. She breathed through the fabric warming him. He cooed as she did so and his hips pushed forward. Amazingly, he kept his hands where she'd put them. She opened his fly and she took out his cock.

"No. You gotta be kidding." he whined as she rolled the purple condom onto his cock. "We don't use condoms."

"Maybe you don't, Sir, but I do, no matter how much you're paying. I don't do bareback." Grabbing his balls and putting her mouth inches from his cock had him in no mood for fighting.

She sucked his cock, and was surprised herself how well she did so through the latex. She was glad that it did not taste good. She liked tasting Charles' bare cock, a taste she was well familiar with. She was not here tonight to enjoy herself.

Charles was having the time of his life. She licked his shaft, bit him gently, and kept her head tilted up so he could see her tongue, her teeth, her lips. She knew that watching was half the fun and she gave him a show. She pressed his cock against her cheek as she kissed and flicked her tongue over his taut balls.

She had him on the edge of coming in minutes. Grabbing his cock and squeezing she stood to her feet. She looked him in the eye, her height matching his with the assistance of her high heels.

"You want to fuck me now?" she asked, over enunciating every word, showing off her lips and her teeth; the same lips that had just been wrapped around his cock, the same teeth that had just nibbled at its head. She brought her tongue into the act teasing it across her top lip. No room or need for subtlety, she acted every bit the whore. What caught her off guard was how wet she was. She was enjoying the fantasy, perhaps as much as Charles.

Turning suddenly, she walked through the small room as one would walk a catwalk. She grabbed a chair and whipped it around. Lifting her skirt, she pushed her panties down over her ass, slowly, revealing her round cheeks and then her trimmed plum pussy. She left her panties at mid thigh, bent over the back of the chair and gripped the seat. She looked over her shoulder at Charles. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard."

Charles would oblige. He stepped up behind her. He noticed the lube she'd placed nearby on the desk and he stroked himself with it several times before sliding into her. Charles was a good lover. He usually fucked her slowly and gently to start. Now, he slid his cock all the way in, and he fucked her hard as requested. She tightened her grip on the chair seat and found that here, in this setting, nothing could be hotter than having his cock slammed into her again and again, filling her up, his balls slapping against her clit.

She kept her legs straight, her back arched and she whipped her head about. It was an act, but it was not a difficult one to pull off. She gasped, a few fake gasps, followed by a few sincere ones. His hand held tight to her hips as he continued to slide his cock in and out of her furiously. The more she overacted for him the more she believed her act. She was screaming “Fuck me baby. Oh yeah, fuck me hard.” She was going to come. She could feel that he was too.

"Baby, you want to fuck my ass. You want to slide that big cock into my ass?" She asked him. She knew that if she invited him to do so, he would want to do so. Just asking was hot and she was sure that for Charles or any man being asked would be twice as hot.

"Oh yeah!" He practically shouted between breaths.

She pushed him backwards and shivered as his cock slid out of her. She walked to the bed and took her position on it, on her hands and knees. Not her favorite position for anal sex, but definitely his. He got behind her, and he was gentle now, gentle enough.

Charles did something he'd never done before. He licked her asshole. He ran his tongue in circles, pressing lightly at first and then pushing his tongue just inside her ass. He bit at her ass cheeks and he kissed her now positively tingling hole as she squirmed.

He applied a generous amount of lube to himself and to her. He ran his finger around her asshole, pushing, until she opened and his finger slid inside. He fingered her ass slowly, feeling her relax into it. He pressed his cock to her asshole, firmly but patiently. She pushed back against him and felt his cock enter her ass. It hurt, a little, and she bit her lip. She pushed back more, letting him know it was okay to continue. He grabbed her hips and he inched his way in. He was halfway in when he slid slowly back out. She felt her self opening up more and more. He slid back in a little further now. He slid out again and with each thrust in he entered her deeper. By the time he slid his cock all the way in, she was having a long rolling orgasm.

He could see her coming; feel the grip of her ass around his cock tightening. He was pressed against her ass cheeks with his cock all the way inside her.

She wanted him to come. “Come on baby. Fuck my ass. Come in my ass baby. My tight asshole’s wrapped around your cock baby. Give me it.” He came, harder than she'd ever felt him cum. He came loudly, which was unusual for Charles. She continued coming herself, pushed on by his orgasm.

Charles lay on top of her for about thirty long silent seconds before rolling over onto his back. "Damn, baby, that was amazing."

She basked in the glow of a wonderful orgasm and felt the aftershocks. Then she remembered why she was here, who she was tonight. She pulled her panties from where they were resting around her ankles and she lowered her skirt.

"Glad you enjoyed it baby." and she grabbed her purse on her way out the door.

Chapter 3

The two women sipped their drinks, one beer, one pear cider, and watched the sidewalk traffic.

"Mom, are you ogling that man on the skateboard?" she asked.

"He has his shirt off, he's inviting ogling." her mother answered coolly, taking another sip from the pint glass.

$700 wasn't enough for a weekend on the Riviera, but it was certainly enough to treat her and her mother to day of pampering; breakfast complete with mimosas, a trip to the spa for steam and massage, a nice cafe lunch followed by an afternoon sipping drinks and people watching. Later that night they'd go to a movie and eat too much overpriced, over buttered popcorn.

She'd been staying with her mom for the last two weeks and if felt nice to treat her to such a luxurious day. Mom was always there for her, without judgment providing her a place to stay during the off periods of several on again off again relationships. And there was no judgment when she went back to the relationship that had sent her to once again sleep in her childhood bedroom.

Usually Charles would decide he was ready to have her back and so he'd start visiting, visits that would grow in frequency and length until she was practically living with him again, but on her mother’s dime. She'd return home. Never did Charles offer an apology or even a suggestion that they talk, work things out. She tolerated it, and her mother knew no better, and so tolerated it along with her.

This time Charles had not come around. She hung onto the money, not sure what she'd do if he showed up, but afraid to spend it. She'd been right in her original thoughts of course. He wasn't showing up.

She visited with old friends again. She had great, wonderfully casual sex with an old lover. And quicker than she expected she stopped looking over her shoulder. She started enjoying her days without worrying about how she'd answer when he asked how her day went. She didn't fully understand her own methods but it was clear she’d done it. She'd made a clean break.

Talk To Me

2006-04-24T22:40:00.000-07:00

I can see by my hit meter that you're not only visiting, but you're sticking around, reading the stories. Say hello. Leave comments. I'm doing this for free, and it would sure help keep me going to hear from some of you. Tell me what you liked, what you'd like to see next. Or just say hi.
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A Sexy Website

2006-04-24T17:23:00.000-07:00

www.supercult.com Very hot in a suicide girls kind of way. Perhaps they will someday get lots of press saying they're evil male type assholes, but for now I know of no evil and they have good taste. The pictures are red hot.

I should thank the boys and robots at www.BackSeatKiss.com for turning me on to this one, which turned me on.

My Space

2006-04-24T16:42:00.000-07:00

Myspace.com is a great way to promote my site and to get in touch with some cool women and men who are into what I’m doing here.

It does have its drawbacks. Lots of messages from angry little men who want to touch me with their angry little penises.

And lots of dumb men. Sorry, I don’t mean to pick on the poor souls who were not blessed with an IQ, but I think these guys could try a little harder. “Hey baby what’s up?” or worse “hey ba-B wot is up, u r hot” What the hell? Do you write the liner notes for Prince’s albums?

I was surprised today to find myself having a nice flirty exchange with Dave. Dave did several things right;

1) Dave did not ask to see a picture of me, or to have my real name, or to hook up in the “real world”. The reason he did not is because

2) Dave actually read my profile and even read my blog. Dave liked my story “The Show” and made references to it that let me know he’d actually read it and got it.

3) Dave was smart and charming and polite while not being afraid to be flirty.

The big surprise to me was that as we exchanged messages I actually started to get hot. His picture did nothing for me at first, as it was typical male model pic, probably not really him, but the more we flirted the more the picture took on a bit of personality.

My boss was staying away. I wore a short skirt today which keeps the boss at a distance. He’s a born again and repressed enough to avoid that which may cause the dirty thoughts. I am that which may cause the dirty thoughts, especially in my short skirt. He is repressed in this way, but progressive enough to blame himself and not me for his sin of lust, so he leaves me alone. I shouldn’t exploit it, but damn, Mondays are rough enough without the boss hanging over your shoulder.

I was alone at my desk and I was rubbing my thighs together. I had a quick fantasy about a salesman coming into our office, which happens dozens of times a day. I’d recognize the salesman as David, and I’d tease him a bit, as he wouldn’t know who I was. Eventually though, I’d tell him where the bathroom was, without him asking, and I’d tell him that he didn’t have to lock the door. I’d sneak in a few moments after him, and I would lock the door. I’d tell him we had to be quick as I turned on the sink, slid my skirt up and my panties down and gripped both sides of the sink. I’d watch myself getting fucked by him in the mirror.

This little zipperless fuck of a fantasy had me getting too hot. I quit checking myspace and I probably got more work done in an hour than I usually do in a day. It’s a beautiful day here and I walked to work. I left to walk home. I passed the small health food market on the way and went in for a pear. I couldn’t stop thinking of David, and though I know where he’s from I kept looking at men that might be him, thinking that somehow he’d know who I was.

I was hot, and I didn’t want to wait until I got home. I went into the bathroom at the health food store, got my skirt up and touched myself through my panties. I came quickly; One quick, fast, but quite nice orgasm.

I exited the bathroom. The boy who bags the groceries was waiting to use the bathroom and I was sure that he knew what I’d done in there. I gave him a smile and paid for my pear which I ate on the way home, juice running down my chin.

Good Morning

2006-04-24T09:02:00.000-07:00

A later shift at work meant I could sleep in this morning. As if that wasn't enough, I woke up to fresh fruit, coffee, and a scone sitting on my nightstand with a sweet note to start my week right.
I'm at work now. I'll post more when I get home.

I Swinger?

2006-04-23T20:58:00.000-07:00

Am I a swinger. Well, depends who you ask, but I'm not crazy about the word. Swinging's become a scene, a sex obsessed scene, trying to force something that's more fun when it just happens.

I guess I'm in an open relationship, but even that word has picked up a narrow meaning for most people.

My boyfriend and I take each situation as it comes. We get each others permission for each individual experience that might be outside of the normal rules of engagement.

In the rare case that I run into an impossibel to pass up situation, I might give my sweetie a call. "Hi, honey, um, a gorgeous woman just offered me a ride on her motorcycle and I'm pretty sure she means to take me out of phone range and have her way with me. What's that? Oh, yes, I will certainly tell you all about it when I get home. I love you too."

For the most part our polyamorous experiences are had together. It's us as a couple with a third person, or a few times with more people, though it's rare to find a party/orgy type scene that isn't revolting in the way that the singles scene is a turn off. When it happens though, wow, it's pretty amazing.

We did go to a swingers convention, once. It was a lame event full of pushy obnoxious people. We escaped to an area on the beach that hadn't been over run by horny car salesmen and their wives. Unfortunately another couple, also tired of the party that never stops had already claimed this retreat. In a completely non sexual, non slimey way they told us we were welcome to stay, and we did, sitting a respectable distance away.

After an hour or so they said goodnight and headed back to the hotel. We saw them at breakfast the next morning and asked if they'd like to share a table, if they didn't sit with us, 'The Others" would never stop trying to.

They had a seat and we bitched over coffee about the horrible convention. We spent the day together, hanging out, and eventually, when it was happened naturally, conversation did indeed turn to what we'd have liked to have found at this event. They were looking for the same kind of relaxed atmostphere we were looking for. We took dinner in their room that night, with some wine and we had a great, sexy time.

It made me want to put together an antiswinger swinger scene, and get it right. But that was a lot of effort for something that I got more enjoyment out of just being open to.

I will write out a story with more details of our time in that room with the other couple soon, I promise.

For now I'm off to wrap around my boyfriend and get some much needed sleep. I spent the whole day working on this damn site and I have much work still to do.

A Show (part two)

2006-04-23T16:12:00.000-07:00

Don't cheat yourself. Read part one first.

Brian and Sal sat on the rim of the tub on opposite sides, hanging their legs in, with me in the middle. I was washed, stroked, pet and passed back and forth. I enjoyed posing and teasing. I pulled Brian into the tub and soaped him up, while kissing and rubbing myself against him, making sure to raise my ass in the air, and to give Sal a show as he waited patiently for his turn. Brian eased himself back up and I slid over to Sal. I let him remain sitting on the edge of the tub so I could raise up on my knees and kiss his stomach and his thighs. His erection stood beautifully just as it had for a good half hour now. I’d intended to go slower, but when Brian slid back into the tub and slid his hands over my ass, cheek to cheek over my pussy along the way, I did what came naturally and gripped Sal’s cock at the base with my hand as I took him into my mouth. Brian’s hands worked my pussy now, squeezing my lips, or petting my mound of venus, giving a little pinch here and a pet there, just enough to keep my swollen and increasingly wet. Sal’s hands were on my head now, running through my hair as I sucked him and stroked him slowly but firmly. I was ready to move to the bed.

I ran my mouth up and down the underside of Sal’s cock slowly and then I stood keeping a grip on his cock. I stepped out of the tub with Brian’s help, keeping a hold of Sal and leading him to the bed. I lay Sal down on the bed and Brian, approving of where I was heading, handed me a condom. I kissed this gorgeous brown body, from his lips, to his nick to his chest, to his biceps, to his stomach to his cock, to his thighs to his toes. I kissed his cock at the base, and then I rolled the condom on to him.

Climbing on top of Sal, I could feel how every muscle in his body was tight and ready for me. I slid his sheathed cock between my labia, pushing against the underside of his cock with my pussy and rocking forward and back. I almost came from this sensation and then I bent forward and felt the tip of his cock at the opening of my pussy. I whispered “Slow” in his ear, though I didn’t need to, as he had been such a perfect gentleman. I took him inside me, inch by inch, as slowly as I could stand. And if he pushed forward, I slid up off of him and started the process over. His cock was thicker and curved differently than Brian’s. Just feeling a different cock slide into me was an amazing sensation.

I had his cock all the way in me, my clitoris pressed against his pubic bone. It was a cue for both of us, and we let go of the restraint, though we continued to move slowly. He pushed against me and slid his cock out and back in. He’d give me three or four shallow pumps and then he’d slide all the way in again, which drove me insane.

I felt Brian’s hands on my ass which I was lifting a dropping in time with Sal. If felt Brian kissing my bag, gripping my waist. Sal’s hands were over my breasts. I was hot, maybe hotter than I’d ever been and heading fast toward cumming, and then I felt it, Brians cock pressing against my ass.

We’d had anal sex before, and Brian knew I had to be seconds from cumming before I could be entered in such a way. He pushed his cock against me so gently, holding my hips still as Sal continued fucking me. Brian slid just the tip of the head of his cock into me, and I started to cum. Sal’s hands held me up, I gripped his shoulders, and I pushed against Brian who continued to slowly slide into me. Every time I thought I was heading toward the finish he’d slide in another inch and I’d reach a higher peak. Until at last, he pushed hard against me. He was all the way in my ass and Sal was all the way in my cunt. I was sandwiched between them and coming hard and solid. I begged them both so hold still as I savored the aftershocks, and for the most part they obliged.

I could have fallen asleep between them. Brian slid out rolled onto his back, moving to the edge of the bed so as to leave room for me to do the same. I had come, but I had two hard cocks that had not. I grabbed a cock in each hand and squeezed. I’m not one to be selfish, but I was too exhausted to take care of anyone.

“Would you like a show?” Brian whispered in my ear. I knew exactly what he meant and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’d asked Brian exactly this question at a party we’d attended where a beautiful older woman had spent a good hour hitting on me and bringing me drinks. He didn’t have to say yes, the look on his face said it all. I grabbed his hand and her hand, led her into a nearby bedroom and locked the door.

“What’s he doing here?” she asked.

“He’s my lover and he stays.” I answered pulling her into a kiss. She didn’t speak again, and Brian got a show that would give him warm thoughts for the rest of his life.

I looked at my boyfriend now with my eyes open wide. “Oh, yes please.” I whispered.

Brian reached across me and wrapped his hand around Sal’s cock. Seeing his masculine hand holding this large beautiful cock, in its shiny pink condom I wished we’d packed a camera, not that the image would ever leave my memory.

Brian got up and walked toward the shower, he turned it on and looked back at Sal. This was where they’re friendship had started. I grabbed the chair that sat next to small desk and took a seat facing the shower. The lovely men left the door open as they squeezed in to together and began kissing. Brian had expressed very little interest in this kind of experimentation, though he had never been repulsed by the site of man on man affection or sex when it showed up in movies we watched or even at parties we’d attended. Brian stepped out of the shower and grabbed some lotion that I’d not seen him put in the bag. He turned the shower off, but stepped back in as he did so. He turned Sal around poured the lotion over his shoulders so it ran down his chest and stomach as well as down his back and ass. He then ran his hands over Sal until he was shimmering. Brian reaching around, grabbed Sal’s cock and after rolling the condom off of him he began stroking, his own cock sliding between Sal’s ass cheeks, not penetrating, just enjoying a bit of frottage. Brian pinched Sal’s nipples pushed his chest against the shower wall. To leave room for his own cock to be stroked Sal had to push his ass backwards toward Brian. It didn’t take long at all before Sal came hard against the wall.

I stepped forward then. Brian had made two people come, hard, and now it was his turn. I pulled him from the shower to my chair, where I sat back on my ass. I took the condom of off his cock and I sucked his cock the way only I can suck his cock after years of learning him. I was not teasing or subtle; I gave him what he liked straight off: licking and kissing, as much for his viewing pleasure as for the sensations. And when he began to thrust, I took him deep in my mouth, my tongue firm against his shaft. I stroked him with my lips while I pulled his balls forward with on hand and gripped the base of his cock with the other. He came, long and hard in my mouth. I could feel how intensely he was cumming and I moved my tongue slowly and firmly to keep him cumming without it being too much. He was so exhausted he sat right down on my lap and we both began giggling.

Sal was running the shower again, soaping himself up while watching us. We all took a turn going trough the shower, and when I stepped out I found room service had been called. A big plate of French fries, onion rings, cheese and crackers, bottled water and apple pie helped us satiate the appetites we’d earned. We didn’t speak much, mostly just looking at each other and giggling. We all fell asleep naked in the bed, with me in the middle, where I was quite content to be.

In the morning we had coffee and waffles and fresh fruit in the restaurant on the ground floor. It was only nine am and we had the room for another three hours. Would we have one last go around? Of course.

A Show (part one)

2006-04-23T10:05:00.000-07:00

I sat at the breakfast table across from Brian, my boyfriend, and Sal, our new friend. Brian was playing host, pouring the coffee, telling the interesting stories while I, not quite awake yet, eyed Sal and imagined from the look I received in return that I’d be enjoying one more trip around the bed with the two men now devouring waffles, hungry from a long night of sex.

Over dinner the night before Brian had given me a quick version of how he met Sal. He'd been innocently working out at the YMCA when a woman took a seat on the sationary bicycle in front of him. Gym attire was elevated to fetish wear for Brian and who doesn’t find a girl on a bike sexy? This particular girl on a bike knew what she was doing. She chose the bike in front of Brian when every other bike in the place was open. He was getting hot again describing the way she’d lift her ass off the seat as she pedaled, and I reminded him that he had a point to get to.

After a few embarrassing situations in the past my horny boyfriend had learned to wear a pair of tight shorts beneath his baggy shorts when at the gym. Though bike-girl must have known that his eyes could not leave her ass, she would not have the privilege of seeing his excitement showing beneath his shorts. His erection was still lingering when he climbed into the shower, but he had dinner with me to get to, so he got right to washing his hair. That’s when Sal entered the picture.

With his hands on his head full of suds and his erection sticking straight out in front of him, there wasn’t much to do but smile as this stranger entered the long communal shower. Sal hung up his towel and turned on the water. The embarrassment and the exhibitionism kept Brian hard. He finished washing his hair, skipped the conditioner and made to leave the shower as quickly as possible, but passing Sal he saw that his lead had been followed. Sal was at full mast and smiling as well. Caught off guard Brian uttered an awkward hello and made his way to the lockers.

When Sal came out wearing a towel, Brian was fully dressed. Sal started to apologize.

“Hey, look, I didn’t mean to, you know, I’m straight, I just…”

Brian grabbed the opportunity. He described to me the butterflies in his belly and the way his knees wanted to melt, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to satisfy a long standing fantasy of both of ours.

“You like girl and guys then?” Brian asked.

Sal was reluctant to answer, but a smile from Brian told him this was no hostile question.

“Yeah, sometimes.” Came his sheepish answer.

“Look, I have to meet my girlfriend for dinner. Would you like to have drinks at the Holiday Inn bar, say around nine? And if we all get along well enough, maybe we’ll go upstairs.” Brian asked him, struggling to keep his voice steady and confident sounding. He could see Sal’s erection returning beneath the towel.

“Yeah, nine o’clock, that Sounds good.”

“Great. The Holiday Inn downtown, nine o’clock.”

As Brian told the story over dinner I was amazed, scared and excited as hell. We finished our dinner, gazing at each other and giggling. After slowly eating half of my cheesecake, I’d had enough. I insisted that we pay the bill and be on our way despite the fact that it was only seven pm. We headed for home where I ran a bath, shaved my legs, picked out a sexy night gown and the perfect panties to go with it. I changed outfits a good dozen times, making a perfect mess of our room, glad that my boyfriend was smart enough not to invite total strangers to our home even as he invited them into our sex life. I finally settled on a simple but sexy combination of jeans and a black t-shirt which flattered my curves. It was now eight pm. The waiting was excruciating. Brian had packed a bag with CDs, a small CD player, some lube and a very ambitious number of condoms. He also added some items from our special drawer. Some soft white rope, a strip of black silk, equally qualified to bind wrists or serve as a blind fold and one small pink vibrator.

At last it was nine pm. The Holiday Inn was only a few blocks from our apartment. We’d be a few minutes late, not seeming too anxious, though I was, indeed, too anxious, more from nerves at this point than from excitement, though I was well aware of both.

I noticed Sal the moment I entered the bar. He was gorgeous. A dark skinned Mexican man with broad shoulder and thick short hair. His long side burns hinted at a wild side, but in his dark blue button up shirt and black tie he looked dapper and sophisticated. Brian introduced us and I could hardly get a hello out, after introducing himself. He and Sal had not gotten around to names when they'd met earlier.

I found it adorable that Sal seemed to be as shy and nervous as I was. Brian did most of the talking. This set up a dynamic that would serve us well. Brian knew me, and had my trust. To enjoy another man I need him to respect the boundaries that Brian would lay out, and for full enjoyment to follow Brian’s expert lead. The gorgeous man in front of me now seemed anxious to fill exactly that role.

I’d had a brief fear while listening to Brian’s story that I was to spend the night with a gay man settling for my presence in order to get to my boyfriend, or to prove his straightness. After catching Sal checking me out several times over drinks these fears faded. In fact this gentleman had all my fears fading away and my excitement taking over. The red wine in front of me didn’t hurt either. Brian was drinking coffee, a sign that he was anticipating a long night.

We would have sat there awkwardly waiting for the other to make a move all night if Brian hadn’t come to the rescue. He could see clearly that I had approved of Sal, and he excused himself to go and pay for a room upstairs.

Sal and I did our best to make small talk while Brian was away. Without intending to I bit my lip and did all the stereotypical flirty girl things I hadn’t done in years as Sal told me he was from a town a few hours drive to the east of here and had come to town for computer training. He had been to our town before when he played in a punk band but hadn’t seen much beyond the dive bar that he played at and the inside of the van that he slept in on his way across the country with his three best friends and worst enemies.

“And now you’re just seeing the inside of a hotel room.” I blushed as I mentioned for the first time, out loud, that we’d be heading up stairs together. “You should get out and see our town before you go.” I added quickly trying to recover.

“I’m supposed to be back tonight. I’ll be calling in sick to work tomorrow, but I’ll definitely have to head back home come morning.” He had now acknowledged that we were about to spend the night together as well. Brian arrived back and we all made our way to the elevator.

Brian opened the door and motioned for us to enter first. The room was small, but I noticed a large bath. Brian did know me well. He shut the door and we all stood in the living room, wondering how to proceed.

“Hey, would you guys like sit in the tub, maybe have some wine? I brought a couple of bottles with me.”

“That sound perfect.” I loved this man, not only for his openness to an experience like this, but for how well he could orchestrate it. He asked Sal to run the bath as he plugged in the CD player and put on some Mazzy star. He opened the wine, and filled up three small hotel room water glasses, handing one to Sal and one to me, giving me a big kiss as he did so. I had a sip and then Brian took my hand and walked me to an open area by the tub. He kissed me deeply and Sal approached us, stopping two feet away.

Brian turned me toward Sal, kissed the back of my neck and guided my arms up, welcoming Sal to step forward. Sal took the cue and for the first time in three years I felt a strange mans lips press against mine. The time for being shy was over, and I kissed Sal hard and passionately, my hands exploring his body. It made sense that Sal would seek out the YMCA even when out of town on business. His had a lean, muscular body. We all moved slowly in time with the sensuous stoney music now filling the room.

I stepped out of my shoes and played with Sal’s belt. He lifted my t-shirt over my head. Brian stopped the tub, now full and ready for us. He then stepped behind me and began kissing down my neck, behind my ears and running his hands along my sides. Four hands explored my body as two mouths kissed at me. I lost track of whose was whose and I was turned and turned again. I was undressed to just my carefully selected panties and bra, sandwiched between two fully dressed men. I was facing Sal when Brian unlatched my bra and lowered it down the front of me. I took a hold of Sal's erect cock through his pants. He breathed heavy and stepped way, admiring my body. Brian then slid my panties off. I felt on display as Sal stayed barely close enough for me to maintain my grip on him and eyed me from head to toe. It was an exciting feeling and I enjoyed it for ten seconds that felt like an hour before pulling on his cock to bring him back to me. I undid his belt, as he unbuttoned his shirt. I could hear Brian following suite behind me. I slid Sal’s pants down. Brian was strictly a boxers man, which was fine by me, but seeing a pair whitey tighties set against brown skin and with an impressive bulge straining the fabric was a delight to my eyes. I pulled down his underpants following them down all the way to the ankles, putting his erect cock close to my mouth. I looked up at him and smiled. I felt Brian’s hands on my head.

Brian’s cock was perfect. He was a good size, bigger than anyone I’d been with, but not huge. The cock in front of me now was slightly larger. My man was certainly not insecure. He’d after all chosen to bring me this cock, having seen it first.

I kissed the base of Sal’s cock teasingly. I closed my mouth around the tip, and felt him stiffen even more. I heard him take a deep breath. And then I rose to my feet. I kissed him on the lips, leaned back to receive a kiss from Brain on my neck and made my way to the tub.

“What are you two waiting for?” I asked the naked erect men who now stood facing each other, but looking at me.

(Click here to read part two.)

A Quickie

2006-04-22T13:56:00.000-07:00

Ha. I have another blog, pretty new also but up for more than a couple of months. On that blog I use my real name and write about the dull part of my life. I never get e-mails or comments.

I have this site up for less than a day, no real posts yet and already I've received an e-mail. So, sex sells eh? I hope the guys at Madison Avenue don't find out about this phenomenon!

Don from San Francisco suggested I check out www.andrewblake.com. I'm familiar with Blake's work as an adult filmmaker, most of which is excellent, but I'd not thought to seek out his website. Thanks Don, it is very hot indeed. Just the introductory video sample was enough to get me thinking sexy thoughts. The girl on girl stuff is mostly the kind of unrealistic lesbian for the male viewers benefit sort, but this doesn't stop me from enjoying it. Suspend disbelief and enjoy some really beautiful woman touching each other in all kinds of wonderful ways. His male/female couple scenes are the best. He claims to use real couples in most cases, and the results are so unique I'm prone to believing him. I'm going to put on his DVD "Pin Ups" right now. What better way to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon?

And speaking of watching an Andrew Blake DVD by myself, the people who design vibrators are some strange, strange folks. Let me do you all a favor; I've tried all kind of odd contraptions, even the ridiculous sex toys that are shaped like animals (!?!?) but I've been happy as can be this last year with an oddly shaped little number that fits nicely, not ridiculously big and not phallic (I like that penises are shaped like penises, I don't need a toy shaped like a penis). The best feature is the pad that fits over the clitoris. I was reluctant to use any toy with a wire leading to a separate controller. I don't know why, but it just seemed weird. Thank god I got over that. This is also the first time I've enjoyed any kind of penetration while masturbating.

You can check out one such toy by clicking this link, though mind you it's the shape I'm endorsing not this particular brand or retailer. I didn't keep the box to mine, and I don't remember who makes it, but the one I've linked to appears to be the same basic design. Ladies, try it you won't be sorry, and men, this is a great gift.

This "quickie" turned out to be a longer post than I'd planned. Quickies often turn out that way. Hmmmm, I guess blogging will be easy with such a great subject.

Lots of work to do

2006-04-22T11:32:00.000-07:00

I'm just starting, and will build this up slowly.

I like sex. I figure most of us do.

I have an amazingly fulfilling sex life. I've worked hard at this, striving to keep my sex life healthy in every way while also pushing my boundaries enough to keep things exciting.

I do not find much satisfying sex based material online. It's out there, but there's so much crap that clogs up your google searches.

With this blog I plan to write about good sites I find.

I will also provide a good site full of my own best experiences, exagerated where I see fit. And I will post my fantasies. I may or may not let you know when I'm posting real experiences and when I'm posting fantasies. Just enjoy the stories for what they are.

Please feel free to write me, but know that I will do lots of deleting. If knowing that a girl you've never seen or met deleted your e-mail descibing what you'd like to do to her is your idea of a good time have at it. What I'd rather recieve are tips on sites to check out and also intelligent, well written stories, fantasies, and the like. It would be better to post these things here in the comments where everyone can enjoy them.

I will try to post every day or three times a week at least. See you around.