Got on Plane All is Good, Got off Plane and WTF!!!
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Posted:Nov 9, 2016 12:15 am
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2016 12:17 am
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WTF!!! WTF!!!! WTF!!!!! What the Hell happened? I got on an airplane headed back to the United States at 3:00 p.m. With the time change, I was to be back in the states by midnight. That didn't happen.... I get off the plane at 2 a.m. and as I look at the television monitors in the terminal and see the election results:
WTF!!!! WTF!!!! WTF!!!![/B]
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!
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SHE SAID I AM A FLIGHT ATTENDANT NOT A STEWARDESS
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Posted:Nov 6, 2016 12:57 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 3:43 pm
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It was a good thing I checked the weather before boarding the plane to DC from Florida. Dressing for the 80 degree temperature in Florida would not have been appropriate for the 60 degrees I found when I disembarked at Reagan, to find my shuttle to the Hilton. To be honest, I wasn't looking forward to attending the conference for work, but this was a wonderful opportunity to visit the newly opened African American Museum. I couldn't wait, and not wanting to take my chance with the will call tickets, I made my reservations weeks in advance.
After checking in and finishing my room service tray, I hopped in the shower. When I got out, I stood idly at the window looking down to street level as I stroked my dick wondering if anyone could see me. Even though I am right handed I used my left hand to stroke my dick and occassionally allowed the thumb to caress lightly over the head. I unwrapped the guest bathrobe. It was soft and I decided to go ahead and slide the room service tray out the door, before taking a 45 minute nap to refresh myself, then dressing and heading out What a mistake that was. When I bent over to slide the tray, I heard a noise and looked up to see 3 young women staring and waving. I returned the gesture hoping I wouldn't have to stroke my own dick for the rest of the evening. I smiled, taking note of the room number and went inside to get the ice bucket. B Iefore I could flip the overhead lock to block the door, it closed with most of my bathrobe inside. I was terribly embarassed and hearing male voices I pulled on the robe only to hear it rip at my shoulders, exposing the bottom of my ass and a portion of my dick. Things were becoming desperate, Turning quickly, I stepped behind the cubicle housing the ice machine and came face to face with a white woman in an air crew uniform. If I was white, I would have turned a thousand shades of red.
Initially, I was embarassed but she quickly put me at ease.
"Hi", she said. "My name is Melanie and something tells me you would love to use the telephone in my room and to wait there until housekeeping or the front desk arrives."
I was relieved and quickly accepted, When we got inside, I headed to the phone, when she said,
"hey wait a minute. You didn't say "father may I."
I stopped and said, "mother, may I use your phone?"
"Of course she replied, but only after you answer a question. Who are you and what happened to you?"
As I explained, she sat back on the bed and raised her leg, exposing white thigh.
Melanie was white, with streaks of gray throughout her dark hair. She was slim and about 3 inches shorter than me. She had a pearcing gaze and the fact that her gaze always remained directly in my eyes made my dick harden quickly. have always found it intoxicating when a woman looks directly into my eyes and maintains that gaze, Not bothering to try and cover my hardon with my hand (it wouldn't have worked anyway) I explained that I arrived in DC for a work conference and while here I planned to avail myself of the African American museum and some metro night life. She found that interesting and asked if she could accompany me.
"Well, before I agree, I think you should probably tell me a little about yourself", I said. "Well, I am Melanie, she begain. I have been a flight attendant for over 20 years and will be retiring very soon" . When she told me she was 62 years old,I was flabbergasted. No way in the world would I have believed that if she hadn't told me . " I have been married longer than I have been flying and I don't believe my husband even notices when I am not in Seattle anymore. It has been a very long time since he touched me like a man should touch a woman he desires."
I do not have the biggest dick in the world, thank goodness, but women have never accused me of being small either, With the robe already torn, it was obvious that her words had my dick hard and throbbing. Melanie smiled. Standing up she said, I believe you had better make that call now so we can get going. I laughed. The museum was the farthest thing from my mind at the moment and let the robe fall from my shoulders. Come here I said, and at first she turned as if she had not heard me. I am not going to ask you again, I repeated, this time with a more deliberate tone in my voice. When she walked over to me, I bent her head back and brushing my lips against her own, I let my tongue slide along her throat. Her gasp was audible and I felt her hands reaching down to capture my dick. She laughed as she felt my hard dick jumping in her hand. Your a regular bucking bronco, she said, Truth be told. It ha been several days, since I'd enjoyed being inside a warm pussy and my dick was already beginning to drip pre-cum. I hope you can handle this mustang I replied. It bucks and usually throws its rider. I placed my hand on her shoulder and began to try to help her to her knees. No she said, and holding my dick, she walked backward to the bed so my dick was right there even with her lips. I stopped her of my own volition and pulled her back to her feet. I do not want this over and done with in 45 minute to an hour, I thought to myself. I unbuttoned her blue flight jacket, followed by her white blouse, then kneeling, I unzipped her blue skirt to find a pair of black panties on underneath. I slid her back on the bed and laying her down backwards, I raised thighs so I could slide her panties down her slender legs. She was unshaven and moved her hand to her pussy. A move that caused me to kiss the back of her hand then move them away. Her pussy was not only beautiful. She was wet. I opened her thighs to see little droplets of her juice clinging to the hairs of her pussy.
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She's a Lesbian, or so she says, Part 2
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Posted:Oct 11, 2016 9:32 am
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2016 9:36 am
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"This is so nice of you. she said."
"Not nearly as nice as things are going to be," I quipped and helped her step into the tub and turned down the lights. "Stay in until I come back", I said and left the room. While I was gone, I quickly went to the kitchen and began pulled a roasted chicken from the fridge and made dinner.. After finishing, I went back to the bathroom and found her about to get out of the tub and just shook my head. So much for waiting until I got back I thought, but didn't say anything about it. Instead, I told her to lay down on the bed. Reaching over, I pulled a mixture of a thick silky lotion and aromatic oil and beginning at her feet, I rubbed it in. Ankles, legs, knees, thighs, hips, waist, back, shoulders, neck until completed. "Turn over I said" and began the ritual all over again. When I reached her legs, I began to massage deeply into her curves and I heard her let out a breath. She was beginning to relax. A few minutes later I began to massage both the inside of he thighs, inch by inch, and the outside. As I reached the apex of her thighs, the back of my hand brushed her low cut bush and a few drops of moisure coated it. Thinking it was residual moisture from her bath, I kept going, until I heard Carrie say "Shit". I looked up at her and noticed she was breathing deeper than before. She was a little flushed and perspirng a little. I smiled and when I looked down I noticed that her pussy was puffy and her clit was beginning to peak out.
"You o.k.?" I asked.
She did not reply, but her eyes closed. I slid further between her thighs, not as if I was about to enter her with my dick, but rather as if I was about to eat her pussy. Neither was true, but I wanted to massage her thigh a little deeper and this allowed a bette vantage point. As my hand reached a part of her upper thigh, I began to trace her birth mark with her finger. Wanting to take a closer look, I drew nearer and just began to massage the area. "Shit" she said again, and I wondered if I was hurting her. Turning to ask her that exact question my lips brushed her nest.
"Carrie, are you ok?". Again she did not reply, but this time she shook her head to indicate no. I slid one hand under her hip and the other caressed the mark again. My ear was resting against the lips of her pussy and I felt a trickle of moisture sliding down my ear lobe. I continued to caress the mark on her thigh and realized she's raised her lips a little, making access to the mark more difficult. I turned and her wet pussy was directly in my face, her lips were opening and her clit was no longer peeping out. Now it was front and center.
"Girl, what in the world are you doing?" I said, looking up at her. Again no comments from her but this time I felt her hand on the back of my head. She was caressing the nape of my neck and my ears. As I began to pull my head back, I felt the pressure she was exerting as I realized she was pushing my face closer and closer to her pussy. Before I realized it, she'd pushed my lips were on her wet pussy lips and she was actively rubbing herself against my face. sh was rubbing her pussy against my lips and for whatever reason was using my nose to caress my clit. My face was getting wetter and wetter. It seemed that the more I tried to resist the pressure to the back of my head, the stronger she became and the harder my dick got. Eventually Carrie began to speed and the next thing I know her pussy exploded in my face....... and I was soon to learn, she was not finished
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She's a lesbian, or at least she says she is - Part 1
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Posted:Oct 10, 2016 4:13 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2016 8:35 am
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When she called, I could tell that she was hurting and through the sobs, I began to understand why. Carrie's girl friend decided that after 2 years, she no longer wanted to enjoy the feel of another woman between her thighs and had told her in no uncertain terms that things were over and done with. I have known Carrie since we were interns together at a Fortune 500 company in New York. It was a 4 day week end for me and supposed to be dreary the entire time. I'd grabbed a few books from the library and bought groceries so come what may, I knew it would be a good week end..... and then she called. After about an hour of conversation she seemed to be feeling a little better and we hung up, although I promised to call her the next day.
I was lying in bed nude a few hours later idling sliding my finger along my dick while watching something on the television when my doorbell rang. I didn't move initially because my finger and my dick was having a great conversation, but when the doorbell rang the second time, I got up and slipped on a pair of shorts from the drawer and headed to the door. When I switched on the outside camera, I was pleasantly surprised to find Carrie standing at my door.
"Where did you come from?" I asked. "I thought you were in Chicago."
"No" she replied. " I was near here for a conference starting next week and decided to rent a car and drive up. I need a friend. .. I looked at my disheveled friend who had lost her way and really did not know what to tell her. I did however have a way to make her feel better and relished the challenge.
"Carrie, first I need to get you out of your clothes..." I said, as I reached for her overight bag.
"Always trying to get me naked", she replied and we both laughed. It was a common refrain and we both used the line occassionally. We had never been sexual, although if truth be told not only had we slept in the same bed more times than we could count, each of us had seen the other naked on multiple occassions. All of that not withstanding, we'd never been sexual with each other..... at least not yet.
Stepping closer to her, I pulled her into my arms and gave her a long hug, then kissed her on her forward. Eventually, I felt her hands circle my waist and I pulled her closer. "Your going to be just fine Carrie.... Believe me, your going to be just fine."
"mmm hmmm, yeah, I know. I just needed to get to you and I knew I would be ok."
I smiled and sat her unto my bed and flipped through until I found the song I was looking for and Oneta Adams began playing in every room, "..... You can reach me by railway. You can reach me by trailway. You can reach me on an airplane. You can reach me with your mind..You can reach me by caravan... Cross the desert like an arab man. .. I don't care how you get here... just get here if you can."
"You got here Carrie... You made it. I got you baby."
I got off the bed and knelt down in front of her removing her shoes and began massaging her feet, wrinkling my nose. We both laughed and moved up to unbutton her blouse and removed it, then her bra. When I saw how hard her nipples were. I stopped and adjusted the thermostat a little. I like my living space a little cool, but I'd never seen her nipples that hard before. Oviously the room was to cold. She laughed and it was good to hear. It meant she was coming back to her own.
"No, it's not the temperature of the room. It's been a long time since I've experienced this." I smiled and returned to undressing her. This time her slacks came off and although I left her red lace panties on, I opened her thighs and planted a soft kiss on the inside of each of them. Initially I thought it was ,my imagination, as she seemed to open her thighs a little wider. I asked her to lay back on the bed until I returned and went to the bathroom to run her a bath with bath salts and bubbles. When I turned around, she was standing in the doorway of the bathroom completely nude and smiling.
"This is so nice of you. she said."
"Not nearly as nice as things are going to be," I quipped and helped her step into the tub and turned down the lights. "Stay in until I come back", I said and left the room. While I was gone, I quickly went to the kitchen and began pulled a roasted chicken from the fridge and made dinner.. After finishing, I went back to the bathroom and found her about to get out of the tub and just shook my head. So much for waiting until I got back I thought, but didn't say anything about it. Instead, I told her to lay down on the bed. Reaching over, I pulled a mixture of a thick silky lotion and aromatic oil and beginning at her feet, I rubbed it in. Ankles, legs, knees, thighs, hips, waist, back, shoulders, neck until completed. "Turn over I said" and began the ritual all over again. When I reached her legs, I began to massage deeply into her curves and I heard her let out a breath. She was beginning to relax. A few minutes later I began to massage both the inside of he thighs, inch by inch, and the outside. As I reached the apex of her thighs, the back of my hand brushed her low cut bush and a few drops of moisure coated it. Thinking it was residual moisture from her bath, I kept going, until I heard Carrie say "Shit". I looked up at her and noticed she was breathing deeper than before. She was a little flushed and perspirng a little. I smiled a little and when I looked down I noticed that her pussy was puffy and her clit was beginning to peak out.
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Sunday Night and you are doing what?
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Posted:Oct 9, 2016 6:18 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2024 3:43 pm
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Well it's Sunday night. A lot of people in SC are recovering from the Storm Mathew. I am one of the fortunate ones in that I have power at my place...... I am curious though. For those of you unaffected by the storm, what are you doing tonight.? Obviously some of us are on HotMatch.com, but I have my television on as well.....
How many are watching the Sunday Night Football Game, Giants v Packers?
How many are abreast of current affairs and watching news or some other report?
How many are watching the presidential debates?
Just curious?
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So Your a SLUT
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Posted:Jul 15, 2016 5:35 am
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2018 12:47 pm
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I got a contact from a young lady that said she was a closet slut. When I asked what that meant she said if I was open to it, I could use her in any way I chose. Is slut one of those positive terms that means I have so many sexual fantasies, I really don't know how to articulate them so I rely on you to do so?
Since it's not what I call you, it's what you answer to,,,, If you want me to call you a slut ----- okay.
The thing though, I have always appreciated a woman who was strong enough, assertive enough to tell me what gave her the greatest amount of sexual pleasure and what she wanted me to do to enhance hers.
LADIES: WHAT Makes you cum the hardest
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Alabama: Huntsville
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Posted:Jul 15, 2016 5:31 am
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2018 12:47 pm
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Huntsville: Facilitating a Board of Directors meeting in Huntsville this afternoon and most of Saturday. Staying for a conference on Monday & Tuesday. What are the sites to see in the area?
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ESPY's and what is important
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Posted:Jul 13, 2016 7:00 am
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2018 12:46 pm
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Hi everyone,
Just have a quick question. Is anyone watching the ESPY's tonight. I know this is not a sexual question. I am curious though. I will always remember the outtakes from Jimmy V's speech and even Arthur Ashe's. Who was your favorite recipient and why? Is anyone watching tonight?
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So much Agony, So much tragedy
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Posted:Jul 9, 2016 8:15 pm
Last Updated:Jul 10, 2016 9:56 pm
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Had dinner with 3 cousins on Friday night, all law enforcement When my nephew came in to the restaurant in uniform, we were all pleased but a little concerned as well. Our nephew will graduate soon from the law enforcement academy. Today, he had a piece of black tape over his badge. As law enforcement officers we know that what happened in Dallas was tragic. We all mourn the loss of our brethren. As black men we also mourn the loss of life of the young men dead this week at the hands of law enforcement. We have got to find a solution to this problem. Hell, there are some of our co-workers we wish were not able to carry a badge or a gun and act under color of state law. WE NEED TO MAKE SOME CHANGES
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