HNT: Caught Sleeping..Belated Edition Part III

We all know how this ended up. I was SUPPOSED to be studying and getting work done. I was supposed to post my HNT pics before midnight. I fell asleep. I woke up on my belly with my legs spread open with dick deep in my pussy. There's nothing like being awakened just to get put right back to sleep....

How often do you wake up in the act?

Happy happy BELATED HNT! Better late than never :-)
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HNT: Before the BackShot Part II

Dayum!...There's nothing like a great Sex Therapy session in the morning before work...muscles relaxed, body stretched out, juices flowing, blood circulating. I guess that's what I get for thinking I could sneak out of bed, take a shower and get dressed before he noticed I was gone. My pheromones were already in the air and legs still damp from last night's rumble.


This morning was payback for sucking dick like a porn star and making him cum down my throat when he really wanted me to stop so he could fuck me silly. Mmmmmm. It was Sooo worth the wait...see you after work baby.

What do you have first thing? A bit of coffee for your morning milk?

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HNT: What Thong? Part I

Sometimes all I want to do is find the perfect pair of panties for my perfect (in my opinion) pair of ass cheeks. Most of the time cotton briefs just won't cut it, boy shorts don't feel too great under my clothing, g-strings dig into the crack of my ass like a piece of dental floss and wearing no underwear at all is just NOT the most appropriate decision (at least not everyday). This is why on most mornings as I reach into my drawer to find the bra and panty set to match my mood half of the set is usually a pretty thong of some sort. I love the way the triangle of material sits right beneath my tail bone and peaks out at the top of my lovely buns.




I love the way the thin band wraps around my waist and holds me like fingertips ready to bend me over and slip in the back door. I love the way the material cuffs my pussy lips and rubs against my clit as I move through my day. I love the way that he--or she--can grab them and pull them to the side rather than take them off when he--or she--wants to taste my juicy clit, or finger my wet pussy, or fuck my brains out. How convenient. I love my thongs...



What's your favorite type of undies??

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How sweet it is...(Group Post)

"Mmmmm....Your nipples taste like Hershey's Kisses" he said as he cupped both of my firm breasts together and enveloped their plump nipples between his wet lips. My monthly visitor was in town and it seemed like forever since I'd gotten any action. As usual I didn't think he should have miss out just because I wasn't in the position to do the "do" so I'd planned on giving him yet another mind boggling blow job--you know the kind where he feels like the cum is rising from the bottom of his feet and has to make it all the way to his balls through his veins. The kind that last for damn near and hour because I make sure my saliva covers every skin cell of his penis, let it drip down my chin onto my breasts, massage his balls, lick all the way from the tip to his asshole, then let him shoot hot cum all over my face. Yeah that kind.

I'd kissed all over his chest, counted out his eight-pack with my tongue and was slowly movin down to where I really wanted to be when he stopped me. I thought he was getting ready to tell me he wanted to run the red light tonight but I just wasn't in the mood for the clean up process. I'd have had to deny that request so I'm glad he didn't ask. Instead he turned me over and put his legs on either side of me. For a moment he just stared at me, not saying anyting but just watching. I stared back at him, etching every detail of his perfect body into my memory all over again.

He used his two forefingers to trace the outline of my cheekbones and jaw, then my neck and shoulderblades. He came back to my breasts and ran his fingers along the sides of

each then up to my nipples. He stopped and stared again and I was beginning to think I'd give him a pass to run as many red lights and he wanted. He took each of my now super-hard nipples between his thumb and pointer and gently pinched them. I felt my body quiver and could feel the chill bumbs forming all over. He bent down and pulled one nipple into his mouth. He tongue was so warm, mouth so wet I couldn't suppress my moans. I tried to maintain composure as my children were asleep down the hall, but I wasn't very successful as he softly blew on both nipples. He went back and forth from the right to the left causing the warm wetness to cool down.

I closed my eyes and imagined us naked on a tropical beach. I pictured him on top of me making more waves than the ocean as he caused my pussy juices to flow from my juicy cunt lips all the way to my asshole and down to the white tropical sand. He held my breasts firmly and I could feel the nerves tingling. He licked and sucked and licked them some more. Through my pajama boy shorts I could feel his hard dick poking my clit just wishing it had all access at that moment. He stopped and stared again. So flattering yet so intimidating at the same time. He then massaged my breasts together first then one at a time.

I felt the tension I'd held all week move from my back to my shoulders then release through my nipples. He bent over again and sucked some more and I swear it felt as if he was just sucking every bit of stress from my body. Suddenly I felt a familiar sensation rise up from the soles of my feet to my inner thigh. He felt me shaking and began to suck harder. One nipple, then the other then both at once. He massaged one and sucked the other, sucked one and pinched the other. He cock was still in the same place--hard and pressing down on my belly now leaving my clit free of stimulation. Then it happened. And he sucked and rubbed my clit began to throb and my pussy erupted. I quivered and shook and let out a deep moan letting him know that I was cumming and cumming hard. He held on with his lips until I stopped moving. Then he sat up and looked down at me once again. "Yesss...loooveee my Hershey Kisses...now u can come suck my dick". Of course I gladly obliged.

Check out the others' "Sweet Pleasures" with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and see who else is taking part in this month's group post: Petal, Ronjazz, Autumn, Gray, Salt and Pepper, Barefoot Dreamer, fgsakes, Topaz, Britni, Panserbjorne and Bri.

A penis saved is a penis earned

Old habits die hard....they really do. I realize that I need to avoid boredom at all costs. Boredom for me spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E. This is probably why as I sit here at my desk thanking God it's Friday and twiddling my thumbs, I find myself EIGHT steps past flirting with my Ex.--THE EX. I'm not quite sure how it began. Probably something like a normal "Hey what's up? Just checkin on you". That has now escalated to a request for first "PG-13" then "R" and now "XXX"rated pictures of the one and only...SIGH. This can only lead to trouble on top of trouble..or perhaps underneath trouble...or backin' up to trouble. Either way, this can't be good...I decided to sit on Sheba's virtual couch.

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Haute: Please make me stop sending pictures of myself to THE EX at his request.

*I don't know if I really want her to stop me or tell me this madness is ok. She knows the EX, has heard the rumors, has friends who can probably testify, having had a back breaking tryst or two of their own. Its been over 7 years since the last time he made use of his All Access pass. I'm wondering how far I can take this...

Sheba: You dirty slut! Skank ho slut ;-) lmfao

*OK...she didn't say BAD GIRL though...back to sending I go.

Sheba: What pictures might I ask? Do I want to know?

Haute: A bunch of ass shots so far. He said he wanted some titty and wet pussy shots too. I said he had to upgrade his membership for that. I told him I'd put him on a sliding scale for payment. He said sliding or slide-in?!! He's such a fucking tease!

*Even though we haven't done the dirty since '02 I've seen his chocolaty fine sexy ass on numerous occasions since then. I've hung out with his girlfriend and imagined if she's really puttin those 9+ inches of pure bliss to good use. Doubt it.

Sheba: Yeah he is. Tell him don't write a check his dick can't cash.

Haute: Rightttt

Haute: He's saying he thinks he should have a lifetime membership. I told him he's seen my ass since '93, doesn't get anymore lifetime than that.

Sheba: I mean, are you cashing checks?

*I sureeee do want to be

Haute: No but damn he's an elite bank member. High revenue. Lmaoo

Sheba: Lmfao

Haute: Lolol. He must understand I'm not playing games with his ass. He's really asked me for a pic everyday this week.

Sheba: Lmaooo Does he have credit cards?

*Abso-fucking-lutely! Been filling up with membership reward points since 1993

Haute: He's an impulsive shopper ill assume so. He says he's not sure what he can afford sometimes he sees somethin he really likes and goes for it and figures out the rest later

Dick advisor emeritus Pink, joins the conversation...

Pink: You trained that dick, taught it everything it knows, saved it, built it up to the cockstrong annuity that it is. You took that dick from a penny and made it a hedge fund!

Haute: Lmao...indeed the fuck I did! And the Bank still has his fucking name on it.
Sheba: You deserve at the very least an annual return on your investment. I'm just wondering if he can't afford to put your ass on credit.

Pink: You need to consolidate all your funds, transfer them as quickly as possible to an offshore (off the fucking shore) account and get your groove back.

Sheba: When is the last time you had some from him? Maybe it's not as perfect as it used to be? Maybe?

*What in the world would make it not as good as it used to be?! I'd blame the girlfriend for ruining him. Talk about devastation. Damn I get wet just thinking about the shit.

Haute: Dangg '02! Who knowssss. I would be sooooo disappointed if it wasn't though.

Sheba: Yesss. Lmao

Sheba & Pink: Basically we're your loan officers. We're trying to convince you to be cautious.

1. you could find out after the fact or during that the price of gold has indeed declined or
2. you could end up with a high interest loan that you can't possibly maintain

Haute: True indeed. Definitely need to do risk assessment on this one. Haven't diversified the portfolio in a minute.

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The saga continues...in 24 hours ill find myself once again in the same city as him and I plan to tease the shit out of him....I'm a greedy bitch. Let's see if he really wants my Goodies cause dammit if he does it's ON!

Rush Hour

It was 7:15am and like every other morning she rushed down the crowded station steps toward the platform where she would await her train to work. The jacket of her business suit flattered every curve. She moved in and out of the crowd in her 3.5 inch stilettos as if they were Cross Trainers. A pro at this, she'd been making this commute every morning for the past 3 years, ever since she'd been hired as an Executive Assistant at the record label. This was her routine and even though some people would get frustrated with the monotony of it all, it never seemed to get old to her.

She positioned herself on the platform in the precise spot where the door would open directly in front of her and started to go over her schedule for the day in her head. She knew it was going to be a long day, with back to back meetings and then a PR event to attend in the evening. She was making mental notes, wanting to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything at home, when she saw the headlights of the train coming toward her. As the crowd started to move in closer to the yellow line she patiently waited for the train to stop and then then when it did--right where she knew it would--she stepped on. It seemed every single person around her was moving - rushed and frantic. She hated starting her day that way because once she got to work all opportunity for peace of mind was out the window. It was much easier to start the day in the same way that she hoped to end it. So while everyone else hustled she sashayed onto the train as if a red carpet was under her feet.

The doors began to close, a hundred people filling the hot train car. It seemed more crowded than usual this morning. People were packed shoulder to shoulder. Even though she got on first, she held on to the pole closest to the door so that she could be one of the first to exit when she reached her stop about 15 minutes later. Just as the door was about to shut all the way an arm reached in to hold it open and he got on.

He must have been running late this morning because he was usually waiting near her when the train stopped to pick them up. He was tall, dark, and way past handsome. He had hazel brown eyes and his salt and pepper hair was always lined up perfectly. She guessed he must have be in his mid 40's. They'd never spoken but the conversations they had between each other with their eyes spoke volumes. He looked at her as soon as he stepped on the train. People shifted inch by inch to try to fit him in and once the door was closed and the train was pulling off, he managed to position himself between her and an elderly woman who'd been left to stand while a group of teenagers occupied the seats across the aisle. The train left and more people got on at the first stop than got off. Before they reached the 3rd stop she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. He was easily 3 inches taller than her, but with her 4 inch Prada heels they were nearly cheek to cheek. The train was too packed for her to turn to reposition herself so she just stood still and waited. Stop number 6. She could feel his knee graze the back of her left leg every time the train wobbled. She'd decided not to wear stockings this morning with her skirt so there was no barrier. She felt herself being turned on by the contact of the material of his designer suit. The train shook and she could feel that he had shifted his body until it was almost directly behind hers. The train was still so crowded no one paid any attention to the fact that they were so close. She held on to the pole in front of her and tried to stay as still as possible so that her body did not move against his. He had another agenda. He'd been holding the strap above him but at the next stop moved his hand to her pole right above her hand. His hand touched hers and waves of electricity flowed through her body. T he train passed through a tunnel and the lights in the hot car flickered off. They remained off for about 45 seconds. She used the opportunity to shift a little as she could feel moistness building between her legs. As she moved, she felt him press his body against hers. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her ample ass. She knew it was intentional on his part and she didn't bother to move. She wanted to do more than feel his cock on the back of her skirt. Her pussy was wet and juices were already seeping through the thin material of the g-string she was wearing. She closed her eyes and held on to the pole tighter. She felt a hand creeping up the inside of her thigh and her knees almost buckled. No one noticed, as the lights came back on, that he had his hand up her skirt and was slowly caressing the wet lips of her pussy. She kept her eyes closed, careful not to move, careful not to change her facial expression. He stood closer behind her and dipped his fingers in and out of her tight cunt. When he massaged his thumb deep into her vagina walls and used his middle finger to rub her clit she couldn't take it anymore. The train jerked and she was pulled away from him as her pussy throbbed and she came right there, one stop before she was to exit. She didnt turn around to look at him. She could still feel his breathing on the back of her neck but he had stepped away far enough that she could no longer feel his body against hers. As the train came to a halt she straightened up the material of her skirt and rushed off toward the steps leading up to the street where she worked. She could only hope tomorrow's train ride would be as exciting.

Do you have fantasies of sex "in motion"?

TMI Tuesday #202 (Location, Location, Location)

1. If you could have monumental sex where would it be (i.e. on Lincoln's lap, the stairwell of the Statute of Liberty)?
DEFINITELY at the top of the Empire State Building. I've played this scenario out a million times in my head, just need to find a willing participant. There's something about the bright city lights, the sound of a billion cars in traffic down below and the risk of getting caught having sex in the middle of New York City that turns me on.


2. Have you ever "played" with your food (i.e. a blowjob under booth #9 at Denny's, finger banging by candlelight at Spago)?
I have been fingered under a restaurant table or two...or six in my day. :-)

3. Have you ever had sex in motion (i.e. the lavatory on Virgin Air, the back seat of your Chevy Suburban)?
I am still trying to join the Mile High Club but I have given oral sex mid-flight before. I've had sex in the back--and front--and on the hood--of my truck too many times to count.

4. Have you ever had sex worthy of a confessional (i.e. a stall in the church bathroom, on the desk in your boss's office)?
I haven't had sex on the job yet...I have to work on that one. But the side steps of the chapel of my high school...yes yes yes!

5. Have you ever had sex under the stars (i.e. in the alley behind Scores Gentleman's Club, the roof of your South Beach condo)?
I used to take a road trip vacation with a few school friends every summer. We would rent a beach house and chill for about a week. There were plenty of roof tops...and plenty of great sex sessions.

Bonus: What's your favorite place (of all places) to have sex (i.e. The Bunny Ranch, Las Vegas)?
I don't have one particular favorite place just yet...I'm working on that too. But anywhere OUTSIDE works for me.


Happy TMI Tuesday!

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HNT: My jeans won't go up!

Is my ass growing or are my jeans shrinking????
They did fit really well 'til I went to put them on yesterday...

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Summer Daze

What a summer. Somehow in spite of my crazy hectic schedule trying to balance work, family, and school I managed to find ample time to get dicked down on a pretty consistent basis. The Young Stallion rocked my world regularly and despite the difference in our age he's turned out to be more mature than most of the men I've dated thus far. Still, we have our issues and I remain on the fence about that one. That's neither here nor there though. My issue right now is a craving that needs to be satisfied ASAP.

Its been on my mind for weeks and its the one thing I haven't been able to fit into the agenda in way too long. Shame on me because I long for it, daydream about it, wake up with moistness between my legs when thoughts of it invade my sleep.

Ahh the touch of a woman. The soft caress of her hands on my breasts. The cotton-soft feel of her ass cheeks under my fingertips. The gentleness of her kiss upon my nipples. The force of her hands parting my thighs as she sends chills throughout my whole body. The arch of my back welcoming her into me, clit throbbing, pussy wet and waiting. The lyrical rhythm of her soft fingers moving in and out of me in harmonized sync. The flicker of her tongue first around then inside. The sound of her moans letting me know she enjoys me as much as I do her. The echo of my orgasm, strong, coming from deep within. The goosebumps on my skin. The taste of my sweet cum juice on her lips. The feel of her wet clit against mine letting me know she's ready for her turn....

Ahhh the touch of a woman.

Got a craving you need satisfied?

The Door Shut Behind...(Group Post)

The door shut behind him as he barged into the bedroom we shared in his apartment. The slam of it startled me as I looked up. His eyes met mine and my stomach dropped immediately. Time had gotten away from me and I didn’t realize it was an hour past when he got off work. There I was with my plump ass in the air and a 6 ft 4in beautiful specimen of a man in front of me ass naked with his legs spread wide open. I had just had all 9 inches if his thick hard cock deep in my throat, his hands on the back of my head, words through his moans begging me to take it all in. My pussy juice was dripping down my thighs as sucking his dick for the past twenty minutes had made me cum twice and he hadn’t even touched me. Open relationship my ass, this was breaking the rules. I was in HIS house in HIS bed with a dude I had never even mentioned and he had never met. I thought for sure one if not both of us were going to get our asses kicked and I was upset my opportunity to experience such good dick was about to go to waste on such a perfect afternoon for a marathon fuck session.

He stood there in silence for a minute. Visiting Dick started to get up and gather his things. He didn’t speak and moved with no sense of urgency. “Nah dude you good stay there.” Visiting Dick gave him a puzzled looked and continued to get his stuff together. My man started to walk over to the bed and I jumped up thinking he was about to lose it. He started to unbuckle his pants and motioned for Visiting Dick to sit back down on the bed. I was more than confused. “I wanna see your ass back in the air like it was when I walked in.” I sat there for a second because I just knew he had to be kidding. I wasn’t trying to set myself or my new friend up but the thought of what could potentially be about to go down was making my pussy juicier by the second. Still, we both hesitated. He looked over at the night stand closest to the window. “This can go down two ways, I’m gonna leave it up to you.” I knew that was where he kept the 9mm. Locked inside a safety box underneath the most recent YellowPages, the key under the back left foot of the sturdy piece of furniture. I’d watched him practice unlocking and taking it out on numerous occasions. He had his timing down to about 8 seconds. I knew I couldn’t run that fast. And as athletic as my new friend was, I doubted he could be dressed and out of the house that fast either. I used my eyes to motion my friend to oblige and sit down. I went over to him and gently stroked his balls. I could tell he was a little uncomfortable but when I used my tongue to circle the head of his dick he closed his eyes and I knew he didn’t feel too bad about cooperating. It took about 2 seconds for his dick to be fully hard and standing at attention again. I stood up so we could both move ourselves back on the bed in the same position we’d been in when my man first walked in. I grabbed hold of the shaft of his cock and went to work. I sucked as if my life depended on it, I guess in retrospect it really did. I slurped and slobbered all over his thick long dick and from the corner of my eye I saw my man watching me with a smirk on his face that let me know I was making him proud. My sticky juices went from dripping to pouring down my legs and just as my new friend’s dick down my throat made me cum for a third time, I felt a wet tongue lick all the way from the side of my left knee to my juicy cunt. He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide. He used his tongue to draw a circle around my asshole and trace a line from the slit of my pussy up to my throbbing clit. I lost control a little until I heard him demand “Keep the dick in your mouth.” “Bitch, FOCUS,” I thought to myself as he sucked on my clit. I kept sucking, Visiting Dick kept moaning and my man stuck two fingers deep in my asshole just as I was about to come again.

“Turn around and ride his dick.” I heard him say. I wiped away the spit that was dribbling down my chin and faced away from Visiting Dick. I opened my legs and squatted down until I felt every inch of him in my pussy. He reached around me and grabbed hold of my titties, using them to guide me up and down his dick. My man’s cock was just as big, just as thick. He had taken it out of his cargo shorts while eating me out and was kneeling in front of me, his dick pointed straight at my waiting lips. He forcefully grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged on it as he caught me off guard. For the next ten minutes I bounced on the dick in my pussy and slurped on the one in my mouth. “I know you want it in your ass.” He said. “Dude, ask her, she loves it in her ass.” Visiting Dick half spoke, half whispered, “You want it in your ass, Ma?” “YES,” was all I could manage to get out. He slowly lifted me off his dick. It was still standing straight up so he made me squat over it as he eased my asshole down. The first two seconds were excruciating. Every curse word in my vocabulary came out of my mouth but once it was all the way in my screams of agony turned into moans of joy. As I rode him, my pussy leaked juices all over his legs. I rubbed my clit and thrusts two then three fingers in and out of my cunt. “Cum all over him baby,” my man said as I rode like I was in the lead at the Kentucky Derby. “Lean back,” he said right before I was about to cum again. I kept the thick dick in my asshole and leaned backwards towards the headboard. He kneeled in front of us and inserted his dick into my pussy. My whole body was on fire. One cock in my pussy, another in my ass, I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed the sheets and the mattress and came extremely hard on both dicks. “Yeahhhhh, that’s what I’m talking about. I’m gonna bust this nut all over your face.” Visiting Dick was pumping underneath me and my man was pumping from the top. I lifted one breast and put my hard nipple in my mouth while using the other hand to rub my clit. All of a sudden, my man pulled his dick out of my pussy and stood over both of us. His cum squirted out all over my face, neck, and tits. I was drenched in his nut. He got down off the bed and pulled his shorts up. “Go ahead and finish what you started,” he said as he stuffed his still-stiff cock back in his shorts. The sound of the door shutting behind him was almost as jarring as it was when he’d unexpectedly entered an hour before, though not enough to interrupt a great fuck.

Check out the others' 'The Door Shut Behind Me' with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and see who else is taking part in this month's group post: the Duchess, Hubman, Veronica, Ms Scarlett, Aurore, Topaz, Enchanted Mistress, Petal, Ronjazz, Autumn, Britni, Library Vixen, Eden's Dragon, Submissively Me, Danimo and Lolita, and Barefoot Dreamer.

TMI Tuesday #195 Touch Myself

1. Have you ever attended a group masturbation party? Same-sex or mixed?

Now this is something I have not done. Sounds interesting, but how exactly does this work? Does everyone just make themselves cum over and over, smooch on the cheeks and bounce? Does it usually lead to something more? Now I have to do some research...can't wait to see what everyone else has to say about this.

2. When masturbating, as you reach orgasm, do you continue to stimulate yourself without interruption, or do you stop and apply pressure until your spasms subside? Or?

It depends on what kind of orgasm I've given myself. If it's clitoral I usually have to stop for a few seconds and get my bearings together. A little pressure will do and then I can keep going. If the orgasm is vaginal then I usually maintain stimulation throughout and just stop when I can't take it anymore ;-)

3. Have you ever video'ed yourself while masturbating (solo)? Where are they now?

Yes I love looking closely at how wet I get and have taped myself doing so a few times with my phone. The videos were in my phone. Since I just got a new phone they are not in there anymore :-( I took the memory card from the old one and just haven't put back it in yet.

4. Have you ever looked at porn online? Have you ever posted at porn online?

I've never posted (well do comments count?) but I have looked. In fact, about 10 minutes ago I was checking out a site a friend told me about. Had to take a quick 15 from work. Ahhhhh....

5. Do you send/recieve dirty email jokes and pictures?

I receive way more than I send. I am not really a "forwarder" but I always read the ones I get.

Bonus: Have you ever told someone they were good in bed when they weren't?

Umm..yes. Well I won't be like "oh yes that was great." I've probably said I had a good time when it wasn't all that good. But I always add the "next time we should...." clause in there so they know I wasn't not completely satisfied with the experience.

Happy TMI Tuesday!

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TMI Tuesday #193 (rebroadcast) Above the Law

1. How many speeding tickets have you had? Accidents?
Even though I've been driving for like 13 years I had never gotten any speeding tickets until maybe two years ago. Thus far I have SIX! I better slow my ass down. I've had two accidents, one when I first started driving and another last summer, thank God both very minor.

2. Boxers, briefs or commando?
There is something so very sexy about boxer briefs. They are tight and loose in all the right places. Love em!

3. Have you ever had sex in your office or your place of employment?
Does phone sex count?

4. Do you or your so own a motorcycle? Do you ever ride one? Do you wear a helmet when you ride?
I don't own a motorcycle but I've always wanted one...I've ridden on the back of quite a few...usually at somebody's Bike Week or something.

5. Ever been skinny dipping?
Ask me this in a month...it's on this summer's To-Do list. :-P

Bonus: Ever been arrested? Turned someone in/had someone arrested?
Never been arrested but I've been on probation before. Driving shit. Sucks.
Nooo never had to have someone arrested but dammit I have wanted to a few times...


Happy TMI Tuesday!

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TMI Tuesday #189 - Dating edition

1. What was the last movie you saw on a date?
Transformers 2. I made the mistake of agreeing to go see it the night it came out at 12:05 AM. I was so asleep by about 1:30 :-(

2. What was the last meal you had on a date?
Mexican Taco Salad...it was great

3. When was the last time you made out in the car on a date? More?
Hmmm...I guess that was Tuesday. I needed to get home so we ended up stopping mid-hook up. Had to wait til Wednesday to finish up...but we went inside for Part 2.

4. Using a dating websites do you think you are more likely to find a "hook up" or a relationship?
Ahhh, this is a tough one. I have began quite a few "relationships" on dating websites even though I may have initially been looking for a "hook-up". Then again I've had a few hook-ups as well...pretty good ones too. I should knock on wood somewhere I guess I have been kind of lucky.

5. Do you have any special "first" date rituals? Flowers, certain restaurant, etc.
NO! If I have a first date I probably don't want to do the same shit that I did the last "first date" that didn't work out and is the reason I am on another first date. :-)

BONUS QUESTION: Do you believe in sex on the first date? Can a relationship bloom if you have sex on the first date?
I mean I ummmm....well see...I guess it's like...BELIEVE IN IT?? I don't think I BELIEVE in it but I am not opposed to it. I've seen (and experienced) beautiful relationships that have developed after sex on the first date so I know it's possible. I've also seen (and experienced) just the opposite.



Happy TMI Tuesday!

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My Celeb-Reality (Lost Opportunities)

I watched him do his thing on stage and there was something about him that made me a little moist. He had a body that screamed 2 hours in the gym 5 days a week at least and a smile as bright as the stage lights. Every time he laughed with the crowd at his own jokes I melted. We’d met about two hours before the show I’d organized for a school. I talked to him and the rest of the performers about the logistics of the evening and made sure they had everything they needed. Trying to maintain my professional cool, I'd noticed him from the moment he walked in. I’m such a sucker for a nice smile and he came in displaying all 32 pearly whites…joking around with his boys who had tagged along for the trip. As I spoke and got everyone situated, I kept catching him watching me. I knew he wasn’t THAT interested in what I had to say and I was pretty sure he’d noticed me flirting with my eyes as well.

I have this rule about mixing business with pleasure so I tried to put my physical attraction to him in the back pocket of my DKNY’s and keep it moving but it wasn’t working out too well. We made eye contact a million times that night and when he walked off the stage after his time was up he passed me and grabbed the side of my waist with one hand as I told him good job. “Thanks Ma. I’ma come holla at you in a minute”. Sigh. That’s my spot dammit. Something about a man’s hands around my waist—clothed or naked—means trouble for me. After the show was wrapped and the crowd dispersed, one of the road managers came to ask me if some of my girls and I wanted to go grab a bite to eat. I knew what that meant. They wanted to see where the end of the night could really take them. I named a few places, they picked a diner close to the school and we headed out. We sat across from each other during the meal. We watched one another the whole night without making it too obvious and after we were done and his crew was getting ready to hit the road he came up behind me and grabbed my waist again. Problem. He sent chills up my spine as he squeezed my spot again and leaned into my ear. “Yeah, I’m gonna need to get to know you Miss.” I was intrigued. He was so matter of fact and the bass in his voice was extra sexy. He handed me a napkin with his number written on it. “I’m not even gonna ask for yours. You call me when you ready”. My panties were wet. All I could manage to get out was “OK, that’s cool. Thanks.”

I’m not sure how but I misplaced the damn napkin and didn’t find it until about a week later. I’d already had two or three dreams where I was up in the air, back against the wall with my legs on his shoulders and his face in my pussy. I dialed his number and let him know who it was calling. After I jogged his memory he said, “Damn ma, you wait til I’m all the way across the country to call me, that’s messed up. I was waiting for you”. After explaining that I’d mistakenly lost his number we spoke for about two hours. For weeks we tried to make plans to see each other but for some reason never got it together. Eventually I guess we just stopped trying. Every now and then he’ll appear in one of my dreams or I’ll see him on TV or in a scene in a movie and I’ll kick myself for missing out. Definitely an opportunity I wish I’d taken advantage of.

Ever had or almost had a sexual encounter with a celebrity?

Check out the rest of the 'Lost Opportunities' with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and see who else is taking part in today's group post: Hubman, Topaz, Aurore, Petal, Autumn, Duchess, Nyxmst, Perv, Bdenied, Andy, Redheaded Ridinghood, Southerngirl, Eden's Dragon, Library Vixen and Dick Fitzwell!!!

Me, Him, and TOM (Miami Adventures)

I don’t know what it is about Miami. Maybe it’s the glistening sun, the ocean in the air or all the sexy people walking around half naked. I really don’t know what it is, but something about Miami gets me every time…releases me from whatever LITTLE bit of inhibition I might have regarding sex. As soon as I land at the airport, I am already imagining what kind of trouble I can get into, what sexual adventures my couple days of vacation will afford me.

I’ve gotten into quite a bit of mischief in what’s probably my favorite state right now but I got wet this morning thinking about one particular adventure. I can’t remember which Miami holiday it was…perhaps Carnival perhaps Memorial Day perhaps I just felt like a trip who knows. I had been on the beach all day by myself people watching and waiting for the sand I’d brought to the beach that weekend to get out of bed and come outside and play with me. He finally got up right before dinner and texted meet me at this Italian spot we ate at all the time there. I was still in my bathing suit and cover-up (which was probably just as tight as my bathing suit) but I knew going home to change first would mean another three hours before we left again and I was already starving. We met, ate and then decided to take a walk around for a bit to alleviate some of the fullness we were both feeling from our huge meals. I was pretty much ready to go inside and shower and get some after-dinner dick before it was time to go out for the night but I could tell he was feeling a little more adventurous than to spend another session fucking INSIDE the hotel room.



We decided to stop by this little sex shop we often passed. I had purchased a thong bikini from there during a previous trip and wanted to see if they had another I could buy and wear on the beach the next day. While inside we started joking around looking through the videos and the wall full of dildos on display. I thought about getting another toy but I already had about 3 in the hotel room that we had yet to explore. The guy at the front counter was watching us as we walked up and down the aisles of merchandise. He was the same attendant who’d sold me my thong bikini and I remembered how funny he was, in a dirty old man kind of way. We were getting ready to leave when I noticed a middle aged man come from the back of the store. I had never really looked before but I noticed they had little video booths back there. I got curious and asked the dirty old man with my eyes and a motion with my head if my company and I could go back there together. He shook his head yes and gave me a look that let me know that he would be glad to have me as a guest in his little sex booth. I grabbed my dude’s hand and lead him toward the back of the store. He looked at me and asked what I was up to. As we entered the back area we passed another worker who was standing by the door like the video booth bouncer. There was clearly a sign up that said only one person in a booth a time, but I guess since we were the only people in the store early on a Saturday night they decided to bend the rules a bit. As we passed the video booth bouncer he gave me the same look the guy at the front had given and I wondered what kind of dirty thoughts they were having simultaneously trying to imagine what we were about to do.


We got inside the booth which was the same size as the ones at the mall where you take that strip of self-photos. “Sand to the Beach” put the towel he had in his back pocket on the little seat and I maneuvered myself to sit on his lap. I read the instructions near the TV monitor. Four dollars for four minutes. He squeezed his hands in between my ass and his pocket to retrieve some cash, I choose the type of movie we wanted to watch—one dick two chicks--and put in a five dollar bill. My bathing suit cover-up was a tube top so as soon as the movie clip started he pulled the top down and squeezed both my already hard nipples. Looking at the sex toys in the front had gotten me wet so he was able to pull up the dress and stick his fingers right past my bathing suit bottom into my pussy. I went from 0 to 60 in about 30 seconds. Good thing too, fifty cents. I heard someone opening the door to the booth right next to ours and noticed the little peep window directly to my left. It was closed but when I heard the door to the other booth close and the person inside open their peep window from the other side, I figured why the hell not. I unlatched our window and opened it up. I could see khaki cargo shorts and a pretty hot T-shirt and assumed our peeping Tom was actually a “Tom”. I stood up in front of the opening and dropped the bikini bottom to the floor. I imagined how much cum was probably under my feet and decided to donate that pair to the little sex shop—I was definitely leaving it there. I stood so our neighbor had a direct view of my pulsing clit. As my partner unbuckled his pants and took his dick out I could hear the neighbor fumbling with his belt buckle to do the same. I played with my clit in front of the window a little as dude bent me slightly over and took a few licks of my ass at the same time. We weren’t paying attention to the video any longer and couldn’t hear it over my moans either. Tom had a pretty nice sized dick and I could see him stroking himself to complete hardness as he watched me getting my ass felt up and pussy fingered. I slowly sat down on top of the penis that was in my booth with me and gave Tom a view of my breasts as I caressed them and played with my nipples. I had to take a deep breath as I could feel all 8 plus inches of his dick in the pit of my belly. Once we got used to the position we were in I started riding. We both got loud and as I moaned he started telling me to ride him harder and cum all over his dick. I obliged and after about two minutes my thighs were convulsing and I was indeed doing just that. I was able to open my legs just enough for Tom to see me riding and rubbing my clit at the same time. His dick was solid hard and he was stroking away. I heard him moan and let out a “damn, fuck her” in the process. I was dripping wet. Finally, I told my booth buddy, “I want you to cum on my ass baby.” I went to work riding like a cowgirl. He gripped my titties and pulled me up and down on his dick harder and harder. I looked to my left and just caught the glimpse of Tom making himself cum--all over himself. For some reason, that made my pussy explode again and the grip of my walls made my dude thrust me off his dick and let loose all over my left ass check. After my body shuttered for a few seconds I closed our window so we could clean up and leave. We left our booth before Tom left his, passed the video booth bouncer in the back and I mouthed “thank you” to the attendant at the front. 5 dollars and 15 minutes well spent. I am so overdue for a Miami trip.

Do you enjoy being watched?

Head of the Class

I could not wait for the day to be over. It had to be the longest day of the entire year with no end to it in sight. I must have looked at the big plastic clock on the wall every hour on the hour and at one point I swear it was counting backwards. My students had worked every single one of my nerves and I couldn’t wait for the sound of that last bell and the hustle and bustle of children scrambling down the hallway to get home. Even though I was done with teaching for the day I still had one daunting task to complete—a parent-teacher conference with the mother of the worst student in my class, Kayla Grey. I had been trying to get through to that little girl for a solid two months since school began but nothing seemed to be working. Kayla spent more time in the Principal’s office than she did in my class and I needed to intervene before she got fed up with school all together and decided to drop out. 6th grade is such a transitional point, especially for little girls.

The bell rang and my students started to dart from their seats and head for the door. They were anxious to enjoy the first 90 degree day of the spring and probably wanted to head to their homes and put on even less clothes than some of them were already wearing. I gave them the look to signal they better not try me so they all slightly settled back into their seats until I said it was okay to get up. I had been trying to stress the importance of order in the classroom but dammit I wanted to run for that door myself. It was just that type of day.

I was not looking forward to the conference at all. First of all it had taken weeks for Kayla’s mother to decide when she would finally have time to actually come in and meet with me face to face. There was every excuse in the book and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why EVERYTHING else was more important than her child’s education. She called me that very morning bitching about why we couldn’t just talk over the phone. I politely explained to her that I thought it would be best for us to go over some of Kayla’s work in person including her test results and it would be easier for me to explain what all the numbers meant if we were looking at the together. She sucked her teeth and hung the phone up in my ear. Bitch. I wasn’t ready for all that.

My classroom was sweltering. I always wore a suit when teaching my students as I wanted them to know I took the business of their education very seriously. As soon as the kids were gone I took off my jacket as I could feel the crease underneath my breasts perspiring and wanted to cool off a bit before my meeting with Mommy Dearest. I looked at the clock…still 30 more minutes until she was scheduled to arrive. Just as I was taking my purse from my drawer and getting ready to get some change for a soda, my classroom door burst open and she barged in.

I’m not sure what I was expecting but she certainly was not it. I guess simply put I was expecting her outward appearance to be just as ugly as her attitude on the phone with me. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I was taken aback by her beauty. She was at least 5’10”, somewhere in between deep caramel and light mocha complexioned with long honey blonde dreads. She wore a black mini skirt suit combination with a red lace camisole underneath. I got lost in her DD cleavage for about two seconds before I could manage a hello. She cut me off anyway. “I’m Kayla’s mother, I’m really in a rush can we get this over with quickly?” My response was stalled. Even though she wasn’t smiling--and I wasn’t sure if she ever did--she had the kind of teeth that ensured me her smile could make me melt. “Yes, umm yes, that’s fine, Ms. Grey, do you mind closing the classroom door so we can talk for a bit?” She turned around to go toward the door and I got weak in my knees. Suddenly I couldn’t even remember what I wanted to talk to her about. I looked at her from her feet up. The red bottoms of her shoes let me know she was a woman after my own heart. Her legs looked like she jogged and worked out daily. Her ass was a plump, round, perfect peach. The suit hugged every curve of her hour-glass shape and as she sashayed to the door I had to sit down behind my desk and cross my legs firmly to get my clit to stop throbbing. I had completely lost focus and was trying with every bit of me to get it back. I knew I needed to put my jacket back on not only to keep the sweat marks from peeking through my cami but also because my nipples were hard like a cold wind had just passed through the room. I knew that wasn’t the case, I was still hot as hell and suddenly it was for more than one reason. She sat on one side of my desk for about 15 minutes. We went over Kayla’s work, talked about test scores and Kayla’s overall demeanor and tried to come up with a plan of action for the remainder of the semester. I watched her sexy lips move as she explained to me that she was a single mother trying to successfully run a clothing boutique to make ends meet for her and her daughter. She’d moved here from LA when she got divorced and was trying to make a name for herself in a new place. Kayla wasn’t adjusting well and she admitted she hadn’t taken the time she should have to make sure her daughter was okay. She also apologized for her harshness and for seeming uninterested in her daughter’s progress, but noted she was just overwhelmed.

As the minutes passed, she let her guard down little by little. She was still in control and never showed me any physical sign of weakness. I could tell she was just getting comfortable with me. From the beginning, I needed her to know she didn’t intimidate me. At most, I just didn’t feel like being bothered but I could throw it back just as fast as she could throw it at me if I needed to. I was glad I didn’t have to. Every few minutes I looked up from the pile of Kayla’s paperwork on my desk and caught her staring at me. I couldn’t tell if it was desire or her way of trying to figure me out but her eyes were piercing and every time they met mine my nipples started to tingle. I wanted so badly to stand up and bend her over my desk and lick her pussy asshole from the back. I imagined making her hike up her miniskirt and pull the red camisole down under her huge breasts. Knocking off every item, I’d motion her to sit on my desk and face me so I could bury my tongue between the lips of her dripping wet pussy. As she spoke about Kayla’s dead beat father my thoughts wandered to what her nipples would taste like in my mouth, what one of her legs would feel like wrapped around my back, what my fingers would feel like deep inside her, smothered between the walls of her wet pussy. She stood and reached for her bag while letting me know she had fifteen minutes before she needed to make her next appointment. I was so lost in my day dream she had to call me twice to get a response. I was with her, but we were certainly in different places at that moment. As she grabbed an index card from my desk to write down her business cell while letting me know it was best I try to reach her there, her perfectly manicured nails brushed my forearm and every single tiny hair stood up on end. I could tell she felt the current of energy too because she stopped talking for a second and didn’t move. All of a sudden she wrote her name down quickly, grabbed the limited edition Coach bag that had fallen on the floor and asked that I please give her a call later that evening. I looked her directly in her eyes and said “Will do.” As she began to rush out the door, I couldn’t help myself. “Ms. Grey, wait one second I think you forgot something.” She turned to come back into the classroom and as soon as she stepped inside I closed the door behind her, grabbed her arm and went in to kiss her. Instantly, I was jarred awake and realized my power nap had turned into much more than I’d bargained for. Damn.

Have you ever awoken from a dream and been really upset you'd only made it to the middle?

Pillow Talk

Awake

Last night I found myself in your arms
Your charm encompassed me mysteriously
as you promised to be all I'll ever need
Your fingers caressed my soul
took control as I fell deeply into the passion our spirits created
In a fashion that drove me to pure bliss
With your delicate lips you kissed my heart
Moving every inch of me
Explicitly
We made love
You played violins in my ears with the gentleness of your moans
I wanted nothing less than to spend eternity
Wrapped in the reality that I thought to be
Then I awoke this morning and reached to my right
Hoping to relive that we shared last night
Suddenly I realized what I feared to be true
Last night I was alone
While only dreaming of you...


Go Right Ahead

Sitting here in the solitude of my room, my mood tells me that it would be more than okay
if today...

You and I skipped the dinner and the candlelight
No long walks on the beach tonight
Don't leave me a love note on the refrigerator
Don't even tell me you love me
You can do that later
No jewelry boxes from Tiffany's
No need for manners
Like Thank You or Please
No soft gentle kisses on my neck and ears
No long conversation sharing our dreams and our fears
When you come home tonight
Don't even say Hi
Don't ask me how my day went
Cause I won't reply
Just put down your things and remove all your clothes
Leave the blinds open
So everyone knows
Don't waste any time on foreplay tonight
Don't give it to me softly
That wouldn't be right
Make me scream loud enough for the whole block to hear
And go even deeper
When your orgasm's near
And when we're all finished
And dripping with sweat
Don't say anything to me
Just hand me a cigarette...

AND I DON'T EVEN SMOKE....

My dreams tell me I need to be made love to, but my pussy tells me I want to be FUCKED...is it normal to be so torn???

HNT: The AWR Department

So...It's HNT (Half Naked Thursday) and how lucky am I that I get to post our very first one today. I was just admiring my AWR (Ass to Waist Ratio) and decided to snap a pic so that I could get a better look at my progress. I must say things are going well in my AWR department. :-) I am truly about to go fuck MYSELF...You?

Happy HNT and happy orgasms!

And don't forget

S.O.S.!!

I am sitting at my desk wrapping up the last few things I need to get done for work. He’s been here watching me, admiring my every move, hanging on to each word of every phone call. Licking his lips seductively and squinting his eyes as he studies me, and records every detail of my profile in his mind. I am trying hard to concentrate and he’s making me want to just call it quits at this very moment. He stands up and walks out of the room. I hear him slowly walk up the steps and go down the hall to my master bedroom. I hear the water in the Jacuzzi start to run. I shut down my computer, turn off the light and get up from the desk to prepare to go upstairs. When I turn around I see the outline of his silhouette standing in the doorway. He’s taken off his shirt and his basketball shorts are holding right under his pelvic bone. In my mind he’s already asking me “How Does It Feel?” just as DeAngelo in all his nakedness did so many years ago. He walks over to me, takes my hand and leads me towards the steps. He puts his hands around my waist and holds on tightly as I walk in front of him into my bedroom. The candles are lit, sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi and illuminating the room with their sexy dim flicker. Each bubble looks like a silver lined cloud in the light. He removes the boy shorts I am wearing first, then my tank top. His shorts follow. He climbs in the tub and motions for me to sit in front of him. I position myself between his legs and immediately feel his hardness poke me in my back. I lean backwards against his bare chest and exhale. I’ve needed this for so long and the marathon sex we’ve been having for the past 4 nights definitely warrants a long soak in this hot bubble bath.

He reaches around me and cups both of my breasts gently, then takes his two pointer fingers and circles both nipples simultaneously. I am wondering if I am the Wicked Witch from somewhere or another because I am already melting in this water. He keeps one hand on my breast and places the other between my legs, gently running his finger up and down my clit. I feel my body becoming more and more relaxed, but my pussy tensing up. He continues to caress my body to the rhythm of the old school R&B song coming from the radio on my nightstand. My pussy is pulsing and I am ready to climb on top of him right in the water. I wait though, as I want to take my time with him and enjoy this moment. I am massaging his erect penis with my lower back and firmly rubbing his thighs under the water. He kisses me on my neck and shoulder, first softly, then a little more aggressively, sucking on my shoulder blade as if it is tongue kissing him back. His penis gets even harder as it pushes against my ass cheek. I reach behind me and grab hold of his dick. I let the water push through my fingers as I stroke back and forth for just a few minutes. I turn around to face him lift his dick up so the head is just out of the water. Pushing some of the bubbles out of the way, I bend over and begin to give him head. At first I just suck the tip teasing him as I lick around the head of his dick and stroke the shaft with my hand. I can tell he’s wondering if I am going to put the entire length in my mouth while in the water and just as he is getting settled into the half and half technique I am using, I take a deep breath and inhale his entire penis into my mouth. I feel the water in mouth mix with my saliva and surround him and listen to his deep moans as I begin to suck with the waves of the water. Beneath the bubbles I massage his balls and try not to swallow too much bath water. I am so turned on by the feeling of his dick in my mouth and the water around face that I can feel the wetness of my pussy between my legs, even through the gallons of water in the Jacuzzi. He presses down on the back of my head and I fight gagging on his dick down the back of my throat and drowning at the same time.

Finally he can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t want to come before feeling the walls of my pussy so she stands up and motions me to get out of the tub. We barely dry off with the towels from the sink and walk into the bedroom. He sits me on the edge of the bed, squats down and immediately sticks his tongue into the entrance of my pussy. I have been right on the edge since sucking his dick so I grab his ears and hold his head so that he can’t move it. He flicks his tongue in and out of my freshly bubble bathed love box and I cum immediately. He pushes me back on the bed, becoming more aggressive, and with one swift motion opens my legs to almost a full split and shoves his rock hard dick into my pussy hole. He’s going in…fast and furious. I listen to him moaning with each stroke and I am convinced this might actually be our first quickie. Wrong. He slows down, flips me over and proceeds to bury his cock deep into the pit of my stomach. I grab my abdomen and swear I can feel my organs shifting with each stroke. He angles his dick so it glides against my G-Spot. When I orgasm I feel my juices splash onto my sheets and pour down my legs. He pulls his dick out, picks me up and walks over to the sofa under the window and tells me to sit down and ride. I bend over, spitting on the head of his dick before taking the entire shaft down my throat. The taste of my pussy juice is so enticing another orgasm brings me to my knees. I recover and straddle him as he leans back on the couch. Putting my feet on each side of him, I squat down on his dick and rise and fall. I can feel the tip ramming into my cervix each time I come down and I am certain I am waking up the neighbors in the house next door with all the noise I am making. I am positive I’m about to make him bust but suddenly he grabs hold of me and stands up and walks back over to the bed. He lays me on my back, climbs on top of me, and continues to stroke for another 15 minutes, bringing me to orgasm a pussy shattering three more times. He uses his mouth, his hands, legs, every part of him to stimulate my senses and I am feeling so defeated but in such ecstasy at the same time. My pussy tenses and I cum again, squeezing his dick so hard with my walls that he couldn’t stop himself from joining me in orgasm if he wanted to. He looks me dead in my eyes and kisses me passionately, gets up off the bed and tells me to get some rest before he wakes me up for more in the morning.
I am beginning to think I really can’t keep up with this one. Five nights in a row of the same madness and I am left not only craving more but asking Sheba where to order Vajayjay Cream so I can make my pussy OK with what’s taking place. I’m already addicted and I am probably going to have to check into Super Dick rehab by the time all is said and done so I am sending out an S.O.S.

Perhaps two pussies instead of one will make it a little easier to deal with the stamina of my young stallion?

Did I just get my GROOVE back??

What have I gotten myself into? It seems I ask myself that question pretty often these days but today I REALLY mean it. About a week ago I was doing some work for my business posting ads on a popular website when I got curious and decided to check out what the personals were offering. I perused through a few “women seeking women” ads, nothing special there, then went to the “men seeking women” ads. The first few I saw were quite amusing. Since I needed a good laugh for the day I just keep going, reading one desperate plea for love, sex with no strings attached, or mutual extramarital affairs after another. Many of the posts had pictures attached which provided even more jokes. I mean I’ve looked through plenty personals in the past, even posted a couple myself, but it seems that day people were really on some other shit. Nevertheless, I kept browsing. Suddenly, I came across one that caught my attention. It said something about looking for an independent woman who’s about her shit, career-minded, educated and not looking to just take from a relationship. The message was nice and well-written but it wasn’t really the words that caught my attention. Once I scrolled down to the bottom of the post and saw the pictures he’d included I just knew I had to send him a message. He was FINE. In one picture he had his shirt off and I could see every single cut in his chest and stomach. I seriously wanted to jump through my computer screen and give him The Business right then and there. I sent him a message. “Hey...saw your ad and just wanted to say hello. Nice pictures...nice profile. I'll attach a picture and if you want to know more about me feel free to reply...”

I went back to doing what I was doing and about an hour later I got an email from him telling me I was cute and that I should holler at him. We spent the rest of the day going back and forth between email and text messages. In one exchange I asked him how old he was. I couldn’t tell from the pictures online and I was really feeling like I wanted to try to meet up for some safe but random hot rendezvous. Here’s the wrench. He responded that he’d recently turned 23. Pause. I mean I know I am not THAT much older but here I am getting ready to enter my 30’s is the new 20’s and trying to give The Business to someone in their 20’s is the new TEENS. Sigh. I thought about rethinking that one. I told him what my situation was and he showed no less interest and made it clear that he was ready to see me as soon as time allowed. A couple days went past and after several phone conversations, text messages, pictures and oh yeah, the video of him showering, I realized I had a curiosity that this cat needed to succumb to. I was supposed to go out of town on Saturday night but figured I could just move my flight to Sunday morning. I called him and asked him if he had plans for the evening and he said it depended on me. I replied “let’s make a date” We decided to meet at a hang out spot downtown where there are a bunch of stores and restaurants and just pick a place when we got there.

The minute I laid eyes on him I melted. He was even better looking in person than in the pictures he’d posted AND the extra ones he’d sent me. He smiled at me and I immediately felt my panties get moist. He chose this wine spot for dinner where there was a live jazz band playing. He ordered wines for me to taste, stroked my hand under the table and talked to me about his favorite old school R&B artists, joking with me about how most of those he mentioned were before my time. Halfway through this date, I realized two things. 1. It hadn’t even crossed my mind that I was out on a date with a person over half a decade younger than me and 2. I thought to myself I might have to rethink my plans to do the deed with him on that night because I really wanted to see him again, and not for sex but just to hang out. As we approached the end of dinner he asked me what Plan B was. I knew that I should say I was going to head home and get some rest before my flight but he made a joke about something, smiled, my panties got wet again, and I let him know I was game for whatever. He asked if I wanted to go to his place and watch a movie. I messaged my girl with his phone number and license plate number and let her know where I was headed in case she didn’t hear from me in a few hours. I followed him to his place and realized when I walked in that I really was dealing with a grown ass man. I might have been expecting to see a futon in the living room and a mattress on the floor in the bedroom but I was pleasantly surprised to see stylish furniture inside a very clean apartment.

We went into his bedroom and chose a movie to watch. About a fourth of the way into the movie he leans over and kisses me on my neck. Now I’ve been kissed on my neck a million times before but this particular kiss sent chills from my forehead to my toes. It wasn’t too soft or too aggressive. He used his tongue to lick behind my ear and down to my shoulder blade and began to massage my other shoulder at the same time. I laid, fully clothed, flat on my stomach and he proceeded to massage my back. On the phone he’d mentioned to me that he gives great massages and he was going to make stop giving the spa people my money. As I laid there in pure bliss as he kneaded my shoulders and back through my shirt, I was convinced he might actually be right. I took off my shirt and left my bra and skirt on. I was amazed at the fact that once again my pussy was wet and that this young man was giving me the best massage I’ve had in a very long time. After a good twenty minutes of this he rolled me over, got on top of me and kissed me passionately. We already know how I feel about kisses but his was just right. When he stopped he just stared right into my eyes and for two seconds I was intimidated because he was really looking at me like he could make me scream his name right then and there if he wanted to. He removed my skirt and bra and laid me across his bed. He rubbed up and down my thighs and I could feel the sticky juices from my pussy slowly roll down my inner thighs toward my ass cheeks. He took one finger, dipped it in my wetness and spread it all over my throbbing clit. He slowly rubbed it until just before I was bout to cum, knelt down in front of the bed and began to lick me from my clit to the bottom of my juicy lips. He massaged my breasts at the same time showing each nipple special attention. After I came about three times he stripped down to his boxer briefs and I made him lay down on his back and proceeded to suck his dick like I am sure it’s never been sucked before. His dick was so soft and just the feeling of it in the back of my throat made me want to cum without him even touching me. When he couldn’t take it anymore he made me turn over, kneeled over me while he put on a condom and proceeded to give ME The Business for another hour and a half. We switched positions 5 or 6 times and every time he felt like he was about to cum, he would switch up his stroke and start all over. I have no clue how many times I came or how the hell he kept my pussy dripping wet for so long, but he did and by the time I stood up I had to get my bearings together so that I could walk straight without falling over. Needless to say, I am anxiously awaiting date number 2 with the young stallion. I will keep you all posted…..

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