Sunday story time
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Posted:Apr 3, 2016 6:28 am
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2016 4:46 pm
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OK OK I know I promised something early to make up for last week but I didn't do it. The ate my keyboard. I was having my period. Whatever excuse worked for school homework. Instead I bring you a new tawdry tale for this Sunday. Hope you folks like it. As always I will write what you want me to. I am stuck for ideas. Already a couple folks have been kind enough to suggest something but I would appreciate more. Onto the story
Don’t ever let anyone tell you that retail is a career. I have been stuck here since a moment of indecision after high school. I watched my girlfriends go on to be nurses and lawyers and here I was stuck selling the same ladies accessories that I have been since I first started working.
Oh the money was ok. It kept my bills paid and covered the rent of my apartment. The other thing it did was help with my secret obsession. Ever since I was a little girl I had been gaga over stockings and garters. I remember stealing a playboy from my father and feeling that first trickle of excitement between my legs. I was hooked and since then I had used the Victoria secret catalogue and the internet to almost rub myself into a limp puddle of girl juices.
Knowing this it was a no brainer to apply to work at the shop in the mall when I was younger. I often wondered if it was my obsession that kept me here in this dead end job. I mean I was the senior member on staff and outside of the owner no one else besides me had any real responsibility. I did the ordering and the display set up.
The problem really was the boredom. We sold a few items a day. Mostly we made our years money at two times of the year. The first was Halloween when everyone wanted to be a slutty whatever. Their costume inevitably involved stockings of some sort. The other was Valentine’s day. That one time of the year when women indulged their guys with fantasy wear.
It was a usual weekday near closing when the phone rang. I could almost bet it would be one of the other workers calling to say that they weren’t able to cover one of their shifts. The tedium made them crack and not show up for their shifts. Another bonus overtime shift for me. I was surprised to hear a mans voice.
“Can I help you.” I asked. I almost gave him the hours of the store because that was really the most popular question.
“Yes I am looking for an item.” He stammered.
“We have many items. You need to be a little more specific.” I smiled while I talked to him.
“I am looking at something to dress up my friend.” His words came out like a machine gun.
“Well I am currently looking at a lovely display of just the sort of thing to make someone feel sexy.” I had had these type of calls before. It was usually a husband who was too painfully shy to come to the store himself.
“Tell me more.” He rasped.
“Well there is a lovely display of bouostiers. As well as some lovely garter and stocking sets. Does this person have a favorite color?” I asked.
“I don’t know” again he almost spat out the words.
“Well black is a classic look. White is usually reserved for wedding lingerie. We do have a lovely selection of patterns and colors for almost every taste. Some look better against some skin tones however.” I eased him through the process. Men usually never thought of this stuff and just wanted to grab something and go.
“Yes” is all he answered.
“There is also the type of fabric. Does she like slinky and soft or perhaps something lacey instead? Maybe something adventurous like fishnet?” I was really enjoying this. Something about his helplessness in the face of this decision made me feel really good.
“Yes” again, not much to work with.
“Is there something you would like to feel or see on your friend? Something that might feel good up against you?” If my boss could hear me I would be fired for talking to a customer like this.
“What do you like?” he panted into the phone.
“Well I can tell you that I adore stockings. Especially thigh high with a nice matching garter. A lovely matching set of underwear will make your friend feel very special. “, I told him.
“That sounds nice.” He sighed.
“It is very nice. Does your friend have a style of underwear she likes? There are many styles and types.” I thought about the different types of panties from French cut to g-strings.
“Um, thongs.”
“You are lucky. We have a collection of thongs on sale right now. Why don’t you come down to the store and I can help you out a little further.” This is what my boss wanted, getting someone in the door to spend the money.
“I oh, oh, oh”
Suddenly there was a different voice on the phone. A very stern sounding female voice. “You will have to forgive my little pig. It seems the thought of thongs was a little too much and he seems to have made a mess.”
“That is unfortunate.” This day just veered into the weird.
“I need to punish this little pig somehow other than cleaning his mess. Perhaps you might suggest something.” Some of the steel in her voice had disappeared. Her suggestion had hit me between the legs and I could feel the heat of my arousal very distinctly.
“Well how about you take his credit card and I will set him up with a lovely selection of clothing for him to be punished while he wears them.” The words were out of my mouth before I realized it.
“Wonderful idea.” Her laughter told me that she was tickled by the idea. “Make sure we have some lovely stockings and a garter belt for him as well as some thongs for him to defile.”
“I will. Thank you for shopping with us. I will leave the package behind the counter for you.” I smiled and hung up the phone. Within seconds I was in the stock room and rubbing my steaming pussy. What a turn on, and a good sale too. I wonder if they will be in later to pick up my choices?
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Saying what you want.
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Posted:Mar 30, 2016 7:19 am
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2016 2:10 pm
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So my friend and I were joking around via text the other day and she just bluntly put it to me "I need a good finger fucking"
After I stopped giggling to myself I told her how much I loved her for the obvious reasons. This is my friend that I can tell I am forgetting what pussy tastes like or that I am need of a blowjob severely. She countered with "wouldn't women get further if they just said what they wanted."
I said that the world would be a much better place if both genders did that. Imagine for a change just straight up communication. No having to read nuance and subtlety but instead knowing for sure what a partner wants.
She said that men probably couldn't handle it. I might agree with her. But I think anyone who wasn't honest with themselves wouldn't make it very far in that new world. What do you think?
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Away
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Posted:Mar 28, 2016 3:17 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2016 10:14 am
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Sorry about no story. I have been away in the flattest of the prairie provinces this weekend as I enjoyed a visit with my family. It is done and I will try to get something out this week to make up for my missing story.
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Teeter Totter
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Posted:Mar 24, 2016 6:05 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2016 3:15 pm
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Do you ever feel like you are on a teeter totter in a relationship? What I mean by that is that the relationship is not even or equal. That one of the two of you is way above the other.
It could be intellectually, or physically or most dangerously emotionally. I know that in the past I have given everything I could into relationships. When that isn't returned It just sort of kicks you in the gut. It is like the wind getting taken out of your sails. It sucks and is frustrating as hell. You start to wonder to yourself why is it so hard for the other person to give to the same level that you do. And then we are back to my theory of givers and takers.
I do believe that there are people who give in relationships and people who take. It is okay to waver back and forth between the two and I think most relationships do that to a certain extent. It is just when on starts taking more than giving. It really becomes dangerous.
Why do we teeter totter and not just use the merry go round?
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When, When, When
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Posted:Mar 22, 2016 6:17 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2016 6:21 am
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So I may have bragged a little earlier about getting some nice smut delivered to my twitter account. Not all that amazing but it did provoke this little thought exercise.
When does it become porno? I will now lay out my examples and you tell me when.
Me licking my lips.
Me licking her lips.
Me licking her neck.
Me licking her nipple.
Me licking her belly button.
Me licking her pussy.
Me licking her asshole.
Where does porno start and some nude photography end? Or nude video for that matter? I am told porn is in the eye or crotch of the beholder. So which one of my examples made you tingle down there. Maybe you aren't tingling because you are picturing me doing all of these things. Maybe you don't tingle until there is leather and whipped cream and a goat. Who knows but I am curious to know when it becomes porn.
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Public Service Announcement
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Posted:Mar 21, 2016 2:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2016 5:41 am
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Ladies. It is beginning the change of seasons. I would like to bring your attention to the fact that 40 to 60%* of all household accidents are caused by hostile and aggressive breast flesh.
In the average home this leads to bruising and just an overall sense of unwellness.
So ladies the next time someone tells you to calm your tits remember that we are saying it with love. The pair your restrain will only ease our pain. And the pair your soothe will lighten our mood.
We now return you to your regular scheduled jackassery.
* PLEASE NOTE THESE STATISTICS ARE COMPLETELY FABRICATED.
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Sunday story time
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Posted:Mar 20, 2016 11:51 am
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2016 7:21 pm
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So here we are again. Another fun sunday and another fun little work of fiction. I once again will tell you faithful readers that I am nearing empty on the old creative juice front. So I am soliciting some story ideas from you folks. Do you have a fantasy you want to see interpreted by myself than please leave me the idea in the comments. Here is the story
I felt like a piece of deli meat. The paper crinkled underneath my butt as I stared at the medical diagrams on the wall. So that is what the inside of the knee looks like. And look that is what you would look like if they split your crotch wide open. I hated this time just sitting and waiting for the doctor.
My mind tended to wander and so it was that when the door did open I was startled. Most startling was the fact that my doctor was a fucking stud. He was tall, dark and yummy. His dark eyes met mine and his smile melted both my heart and my panties.
“Hi, Rachel. What can I do for you?” His voice was like liquid honey.
“Just the regular checkup” I managed to get out.
“Do you want a nurse present or are you ok with just me?” He questioned.
“I think I will be okay with just you.” I blushed.
The exam was pretty regular. He shone lights in my eyes and ears. He made a point of warming his stethoscope before he listened to my breathing. I did notice that when he listened to my heart beat he brushed against my nipples and they betrayed the excitement I was feeling. Worse was the small smile he got when he noticed them as well.
“Ok” He said. “ I am going to have you lie back and we will test your grip.”
I lay flat on the crinkley paper and when I was settled I reached out my hand to him. Taking it in his he brought it down to his waist and in moments I had a handful of cock. Oh fuck it felt so good to me. I unconsciously stroked it harder and fuller.
When it was at its full size he smiled and looked down on me. “Time to check those tonsils.” He moved along the table and when he was up near my head he thrust his cock and I took it into my mouth. Oh he tasted as good as he looked. I could feel it throb in my mouth as my tongue danced along the shaft and head. He reached down and flipped my gown up over my hips and pressed into my wet pussy.
We were locked like that for what seemed like an eternity. Then he moved down to the end of the table and moving my feet to the stirrups pressed his hardness into me. Oh how I loved this. My mind swooned and I could feel the tightening that signaled an oncoming orgasm. It hit me and rolled over me in waves. Inside I could feel his cock swell and then jet after jet of his hot come sprayed inside me.
Coming down I moaned to myself “Oh I am so lucky”
“Yeah. Lucky that your boyfriend will indulge your medical fetish. Now get off that table and lets get the office ready for tomorrow morning.”
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Said no one, ever
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Posted:Mar 19, 2016 7:48 am
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2016 8:07 am
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"stop playing with my balls when you suck my dick."
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Oh my Glob
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Posted:Mar 17, 2016 2:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2016 12:47 pm
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Finally this week of night shifts is over. Things that you find out after a week of nights? Good question random person asking that. I have just about enough underwear for a week. Work shirts as well. I enjoy talking to people and when I work a stretch like this way too much time inside my own head.
I did manage to get some writing down on paper so that is a good thing. Tonight I am going to caffeine my brains out to make it through I think.
Also I feel that if I don't get to put my face between a womans legs soon I will completely forget how to eat pussy. And don't try to tell me that its like riding a bike because that would make the bike lanes around here waaaaaayyyyyy more interesting.
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Scared
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Posted:Mar 15, 2016 2:49 pm
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2016 10:45 am
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So here is a thought that has been running through my head for a while and I think I have it so I can express it somewhat rationally. Are any of you out there a little scared about the potential darkness inside each of you sexually? More exactly do any of your fantasies seem so out of left field that you area a little put off or freaked by them.
These can be rather simple things. Maybe you don't ever want one but you cant get that gang bang fantasy out of your head. The same could be said for anal or whatever seemingly deviant thing pops in and sets up camp. Maybe there is a story that you hae read or a porn clip that you keep going back to over and over again. Maybe you want to be a slave in a dungeon, maybe you want to enslave someone?
Because of my physical size (I am roughly on par with a small rhino) I have always been careful of the sort of crazy bed smashing sex you seen in movies. Mostly because I have literally smashed a bed before. As a result I am sort of skittish with how far down the master and slave road I can go. I know fully that I cant be a slave. Way too many giggles for that. I know my few forays into being dom also had some moments where I had to back the fuck off and quickly.
Am I alone in this? Do I need to rush to a professional of some sort to deal with these issues? Am I being a chicken little over this?
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Sunday story time
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Posted:Mar 13, 2016 2:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2016 8:46 am
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Here goes. A quick one that I think is appropriate. I consider it my own little Encyclopedia Brown story.
What the hell happened? I was so ready to get in on and now I am face down on the bed. Jesus she looks freshly fucked too. My dick is all sticky and used. What the fuck is going on. Did I have a stroke or something?
Think think think. Ok we were on the couch watching a little tv. I was touching her breasts, played with some hard nipples during her stupid show. We came back here and she hit the bed. I remember my dick getting a kiss or two and then I was ready to slide it in then nothing.
Fuck what if she roofied me? Oh that is just stupid. I would do anything for her. It doesn't feel like I hit my head. Whats that baby? Of course I fucked you so good. What the hell is going on? What the time is it anyway? Jesus that is late. Is this the right time? What's going on?"
Have you solved the mystery? It simple really. He fucked through the time change and it took the hour long session way from him. I can hear the sad losing music from the Price is Right in the background right now.
Ok with todays offering you should realize that I am rapidly running out of inspiration. I have a couple of ideas left but I would love for some ideas from you faithful or non faithful readers. Thanks
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Fuck shit fuck
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Posted:Mar 11, 2016 10:48 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2016 3:12 pm
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So I just wrote a really nice semi ranting post about acceptance and the boner test and having one person find you attractive is all you need but fucking updates has killed it. so now I am gonna pout instead. As a side note if you are trying to contact me do it through here and not email me. They have fuzzified my mail. I am also starting a week of nights so there may not be a lot of posts from me. Sunday stories for sure.
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Blogging skills
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Posted:Mar 10, 2016 6:03 am
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2016 9:33 pm
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Ok. My words come out ok but fucked if I can link or tag or any of that cute shit. Does some talented person want to take me under their blog wing and teach a guy who once could kinda do this stuff? Danke
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