Peaches and cream
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Posted:Jun 11, 2007 5:36 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2007 2:12 am
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I woke up late today in a dreamy sort of mood. The sheets wrapped around my legs keeping me prisoner to the bed. My hands slowly caressed my body - coaxing more and more movement - slowly my hands unraveled my tiny body from the warm sheets. My legs spread to stretch and reach for the floor. It was time to hit the shower.
I enjoyed the feeling of water rolling down my back, covering my head like a blanket of warmth. The soap felt soft and cool as I rubbed and scrubbed life back into my brain. I could feel my sex craving to be touched. Slowly at first, I felt my sex from top to bottom, opening with every stroke. My fingers dipped in for a moment to feel the sweet, slippery moisture inside of me but I knew I should save this pleasure for when we would meet.
I dressed quickly ‒ a simple tank and shorts. My legs and arms covered with a sheer layer of creamy sun block. I was ready. My bike felt good between my thighs. The seat was warm with sun and my sex felt every bump and jiggle as I rode down to the shops.
By the time I arrived at the market my skin was glistening with moisture. As I swung my leg over the top of the bike to dismount I noticed a few young men seated not so far away on the grass - their eyes fixed on my body. I slowly bent over to lock my bike, making sure they had the best view. I could feel my sex throb, leaking just a little bit more of my sweet nectar onto my panties. I raised my rear, looked over my shoulder, the lock falling free from my grasp ‒ ah, they are still looking.
“Silly girl! What are you thinking? Shopping first then sex.”
The air was filled with the sweet perfume of peaches and strawberries. Merchants tempted each passerby with their goods. “Mine are sweeter.” “Mine are fresher.” “Mine are wet,” is all that came to mind as I was selecting my peaches and cherries. A small devious grin must have spread across my face at this moment because the merchant said, “Planning for a great meal I see.”
“Yes, I am going to share this with someone special tonight.” I winked, smiled, and turned, leaving the merchant in half sentence. Yes, I have something, …someone in mind ‒ you!
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Caged pleasure
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Posted:May 6, 2007 10:02 am
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2007 5:42 pm
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I awake chilled… as I reach for the sheets, I discover - I am naked, trapped in a solid glass box. I try to kick, stand, push and escape - my efforts are futile. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see surrounding my cage hundreds of naked people, watching me struggle. I cry for them to help, but all they can do is caress the cold, glass barrier between us.
The crowd parts just enough - allowing a young couple to climb on top of my box ‒ naked, hot and ready. They begin making love above me ‒ doggy style. My nails scratch at the glass. Get me out! The girl is gorgeous. She looks me in the eyes and signals me to watch. I lay back frustrated. Their bodies rock my cage. Her breasts bounce harder and harder. Over her soft shoulder I see the man staring at me - mouthing his desire to fuck me - to shove his cock deep in my throat. He leans towards me, pressing her body down to the glass - her nipples crushed above my face. The crowd surrounding us begins to masturbate as do I.
Hundreds of hands caressing the glass, reaching to feel my skin - I am terrified, aroused and wet. I want to cum. I want to cry. My head is reeling with thoughts of escape but I can’t take my eyes off of the couple above me and when I do all I can see is more and more people cumming to watch.
With my hand pressed against the glass separating me from the girl’s breast just inches above my mouth, I begin caressing my sex harder and harder. I spread my thighs for all to watch. When I turn my face, I see only cocks pressed hard against the side. I lick at them - their warmth penetrating the glass. My breath steams the side of my cage - my moans resonating against the glass. The box is rocking - my hands caressing my body - I feel the couple’s motions mirroring mine. I raise my body to press against the glass above me - my lips meet my beautiful lady’s - our bodies ripple with excitement as I cum beneath them…
“FUCK ME!!!”
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Joke - I THINK YOU
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Posted:Apr 26, 2007 1:55 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2007 3:02 pm
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A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him.
She says hello.
He's rather taken back because he can't place where he knows her from.
So he says, "Do you know me?"
To which she replies, "I think you're the father of one of my ."
Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "My gosh, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery???"
She looks into his eyes and says calmly, "No, I'm your 's teacher."
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Walking downtown
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Posted:Apr 12, 2007 9:25 am
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2007 7:10 am
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Let’s say…one day you are walking downtown and you see someone whose body and face look vaguely familiar, you can't place where you have met this person before. You keep watching her as she strides up the sidewalk. Her dress falls against her curves. A slight breeze blows the silky fabric between her thighs. Oh - her shape! You can't take your eyes off of her.
She begins to pass you - looks you in the eyes and smiles. A slight - I know you look is in her eyes and her smile tells you everything. Her arm slightly brushes against you as she walks on by.
Oh - you are sure she knows you and you know she finds you attractive. You see her slightly turn her head back to see you one last time before she disappears around the corner. You can almost feel the heat from her body lingering where she brushed against you. You hesitate.
Your heart races. You dash for the corner hoping she hasn't gotten away. You look down the street. No one. You search even harder. No one.
You are sure it was Caroline. You turn to rejoin your friends but are stopped in your tracks. She is right behind you. She wraps one arm around you and presses herself into you. She looks up and whispers, "Want more?"
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Where I am coming from...friends with benefits
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Posted:Apr 9, 2007 9:37 am
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2007 2:13 am
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Friends with benefits. They exist. I just think that men look for it but can't believe it when they find a girl who can assume it.
Where I am coming from...
In my past, I have had really good relationships. If I look at my history I have stayed with people for years more than I have just crossed paths with lovers. But what is funny is that the majority of my lovers have been friends with benefits. Hooking up to hang out and have fun then never knowing when the next time will be that we might hook up and really not seeking them out to see them more.
3 great examples:14 years, 7 years and most recently a year and a half. All three of these men I cared for deeply and they cared back. They all knew that we both were seeking something else for long term but we connected sexually and loved each other's personalities. Maybe for a year we might see each other every week for “lunch”  and not contact each other in between visits, then for a few months nothing - and suddenly we cross paths with each other out and bam we are back in bed ‒ big smiles, passionate and uninhibited.
Who better to make love to than one of your best friends!
It's true there is a deep caring for each other (that's where the word friend comes into play (I have never met a friend I didn't like)). It is also true the beginning is full of the unknown. Is this a fly by night encounter? Will a friendship start? Do we connect? And it is true ‒ if both parties are not honest and up front with what they mean and do ‒ trouble can ensue!
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This is what I cum for
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Posted:Feb 27, 2007 4:11 pm
Last Updated:Mar 2, 2009 12:31 pm
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He takes me by the hand and walks me to the dressing rooms. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
My mind reels with anticipation. What in the world is going on? I try to peek through the curtain to see, but he is coming back - I step from the doorway. As he slides past me, he firmly brushes his hand along the front of my jeans. “Put these on.” (Tiny, see-through bra and panties.) We smile and I try to speak but he snaps, “Now!”
Being a good girl, I start to unbutton my jeans and pull them over my hips. I turn slightly away from him, shaking my rear so the jeans can fall to the floor. “Faster!” he whispers as he lifts my blouse over my head, pausing slightly as his eyes discover no bra, no panties, nothing but my nipples hardening. He spanks me and smiles, “You went out of the house with nothing on?”
I sneak a quick peek at my naked body in the mirror and reach for his crotch. “Bite me!”
“Bite this,” he says as he feels the tip of my nipple with the tip of his tongue. Mmmm, I press his face to my chest. His hands gliding down my spine - I feel his dick hard, pressing firmly through his pants - his fingers spreading my butt-cheeks - his lips biting at my skin.
Knock, knock. We separate. “How do they fit?” the salesperson asks.
With a slight giggle I respond, “Huh, give me a moment.” His fingers pull away from my sex, covered in pussy juice. My clit is throbbing.
I want to cum!...
Bending over, placing my sex in his face, I reach for the bra and panties. His hands grasp my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, with his thumb pressed against my anus, he dives his face deep into me. I moan…
(Can you help me cum to a conclusion? Where does the story go from here? )
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How in the world?
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Posted:Feb 25, 2007 7:01 pm
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2007 4:57 pm
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I have asked myself a lot of questions, and now the question is - What are you doing? - & the ever popular - What are you looking for?
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Right now, I’m looking for a play mate - someone who is naturally attractive and attracted to me - honestly being ‘true to their character’ - never faking it - letting whatever happens happen ‒ enjoying the here and now ‒ not planning ahead ‒ just seeing what happens. AND if nothing happens ‒ oh well ‒ nothing happens.
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A good friend of mine recently taught me the saying ‒ I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be here! I agree ‒ Enjoy the here and now ‒ Don’t plan ‒ Don’t imagine ‒ Just enjoy or say no. There’s no reason to hang out with someone if you are uncomfortable or acting the whole time. For me it is important to feel real.
You know? ‒ I’ve never had a friend I didn’t like!
How did I get here? Luck I guess.
I enjoy watching who’s out there. I enjoy being watched. I find flirting as fun as sex. I want to desire and to be desired.
You? What are you doing?
What are you looking for?
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