My First Time this Year II
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Posted:Aug 18, 2011 11:53 pm
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I thought to myself,"are you ready for this?", and as Chris’s dick slid into me, i said "Yes", out loud. He went all the way in, and stopped, just letting my tight pussy adjust to having a real live piece of meat in it. He asked me if it hurt any, and I told him to do it a few more times so I could decide, for sure. He snickered, and said,"right". That's when he began stroking the interior walls of my very wet woman cave, with the head of his male love bat.
Every time he pulled out to the lips, and pushed all the way back in, my desire, no, my craving for his fucking me grew stronger. Chris is only about seven inches long, but very thick, with a head that really does look like a Shitaki mushroom. It is an absolute turn-on, giving him head, and deep throating him. He's just the perfect size, where his little head hits the back of my mouth, and just starts to make it's way down my throat. I've pushed his sack back as far as I dare every time, so I could get as much of him into my mouth as I could. I'll have to do that again, soon. My train of thought was broken by a sudden surge of muscle contractions in my abdomen. I gasped, and let out a whimper, and the plunging of Chris's cock stopped in mid stroke.
"I'm.....fine....don't...stop..., I want more." the words threw themselves out of my mouth, with a dominatrix demand, to them. Then I put both my hands on the back edge of the kitchen sink, and thrust my ass out, to welcome his dick into my pussy. That's when my body took over, because of the non-existence of real sex, with another person involved, since November. Not me, but my body began slamming back to meet his approaching cock on it's inward stroke. It seemed unusual that my dick was only getting half hard. It was my fem parts that wanted lots of sex.
He was still being a lover to me, and being gentle, so as ,not to injure me. I thought that was sweet of him, but I wanted to be Fucked, with a capital F. I turned my head sideways, as far as I could and told him so, in no uncertain terms.
"I love you, fuck me,...harder." I began pushing my ass back, harder, as I felt my nipples begin to brush back and fourth across the front edge of the sink. My tits began swinging to and fro, like they had wills of their own. We were fucking so hard that Chris began grunting every time he plunged into me, and I did too, as his ball sack tapped against my thighs. If women can have premature ejaculations, I did. Suddenly I squirted, and down both my legs, ran the damned up love juices of ten months of neglect. You see, I've never been able to make myself squirt, no matter how hard I'd try. A man can sometimes do it to me, and even a few women have tasted my honey from that deeply hidden honey pot. I thought I was having a seizure or something. My whole body shook and vibrated like it hadn't for a long, long time. But Chris had yet to cum, not a problem.
"Turn me around," I commanded Chris, "hurry." He lifted me, and sat me on the counter next to the sink, then pulled me to the edge, so half my butt was hanging off. I reached down, grabbing his cock, and stroked it a few times, closed my eyes, and enjoyed feeling it in my hand, held my cock up out of the way, before I guided his into my eager, soaked pussy. Both of us were wet all over our privates area. He placed his hands on either side of my waist, and slid me off the counter, onto his prick. I was frightened for a moment, but after I wrapped my leg and a half around him, and held on to his shoulders, I realized how strong he was. He wouldn't let me fall, I knew that now, and the hornies came back. He leaned way back, and began to bounce me up and down on his cock. Most of my weight was dropping over his meat a taking it extremely deep, deeper then ever before. We've never done it like this before. Then he took one hand off my waist, and grabbed my arm. Then he did the same with the other. Soon he was leaning back, and so was I, making a V shape, and holding only, onto each others arms. He was going so deep, but it didn't hurt, because my pussy was expanding to take him all.
For some reason we started to giggle, then laugh, as I bounced up and down. Then he stopped laughing, and told me he felt he was going to cum. I didn't skip a beat, but said,"good, do it". After a few more bounces, I could feel his cock swelling up and getting even harder. Then all his pent up energy shot out of the hole in the top of his little head. As I felt his lava like cum erupting into me, my eyes got wide, and, boom, I began to cum again. We'd never climaxed together before, this was a first for us. This time it wasn't as earth shattering, but it was great. I wasn't done yet, and I told him so. The table was already cleaned off after dinner. Like I said before, I was just finishing washing the dishes when Chris decided to sneak up on me. He sat me on the table(not a virgin), asked me if I was really up to it, and lowered me onto my back. Making sure I was comfortable he spread my legs. I grabbed his dick and lead him around to my side, up near my head. I gave him a devilish little smile and told him he was all icky, and needed licked clean. He smiled and leaned closer to my mouth. His cock in my mouth still felt great in my mouth, like it used to. I licked and sucked on it like a lollypop until it got super hard again.
"There now all clean, and ready for more." I exclaimed, as I lead him by his dick, back between my leg and a half. He pulled me to the edge, and leaned over to meet my face with his. He gave me a really long tender kiss, that gave me chills. He's always been able to do that to me, and more. Slowly he kissed and licked his way around my shoulders and to my tits. He sucked on each of my nipples, licked them, and then blew on them, giving me more shivers. Soon his fingers began doing their magic around my lower lips, and on and around my clit. He's always had the lightest touch, for a man. I've referred to it as his feather touch, and that's what it feels like, a feather. His tongue found it's way down my sides and across my tummy, without a map, or GPS, coming to it's destination between my legs. He began sucking on my half hard cock, but still didn't make it hard. So he decided to pay attention to my other parts.
He has this way of sucking on my clit while he flicks his finger over my G-spot(yes we have them). He didn't rush, but took his time, until he had me so worked up, I begged him to make me cum, or I would have to take things into my own hands. He lifted his head, and smiled with his big baby blues, and began flicking his tongue back and forth on my love button, throwing me into a frenzy. I grabbed his head, held it in place, and game him a face full of cum. I screamed, as I arched my back, and collapsed back onto the table as wave after wave of pleasure had it's way with my helpless body. Lust had had control of me for the last half hour, and now was ready to release me from it's grasp.
I pulled him up to face him, and gave him another kiss, and a hug, As I hugged him, I told him, "I'm glad it was you."
Chris smiled, and replied, "I'm glad it was me too."
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My First Time This Year
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Posted:Aug 16, 2011 9:37 pm
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OMG!!!
I have some very exciting news, at least for me it's exciting. I'm one step closer to what I maintain, as a normal life, for me. Friday afternoon a male FWB of mine called me, and told me he had the whole weekend off. He wasn't even going to be on call. Oh, I forgot. Chris is an EMT, and what's called a river dog, here in Pittsburgh. He specializes in accidents and drowning and jumpers(people jumping off the bridges over the three rivers committing suicides, etc. Well for him not to be on call only happens a few times a year. Anyway, he asked if I'd like to enjoy his company, for the weekend. He's not arrogant, it was a funny. I told him, "that would be great", and I had been to the prosthetic doctor earlier Friday, and my hard boot fitting went well, and their sending it to get fitted for the rest of my leg and foot. I should be up on two feet by my birthday.
Luckily I'm not a slob, so I could straighten up the few things that I thought weren't in place. Like the couch cover being up across the back of the couch, and picking up a few things left where I shouldn't have left them. And I washed the few dirty dishes I had, from me and my sister, the night before. I checked the freezer and fridge, to see what I had handy to cook. Chris wouldn't care if we had par-boiled celery with Italian seasoning. But I like having a chance to cook up something good.
Let's see, 2 pound pac of ground meat, a new head of cabbage, and I know I have some rice and tomato sauce and diced tomato's. If I hurry, I can make some galumkies, (stuffed cabbage leafs).I stuck the meat in the microwave to defrost, and began par-boiling the rice, and steaming the cabbage leafs. That and some cold Polish Pasta salad, and some good ol' homemade Italian red wine. Then we could watch a movie, downloaded through my PC. If all goes well, we can cuddle, kiss, and he'll get a BJ for desert. He doesn't come over expecting sex, but we have done it a few times over a few years, before my operation. I haven't felt very sexy since then. I've only masturbated about a dozen times in the last six months. I've come to a new appreciation of a good kiss, this year.
I had dinner ready to serve at 7:20, with Chris supposed to arrive about 7:30. Promptly at 7:37, he rumbles up into my backyard driveway. I would know the sound of his bike anywhere. I rolled my wheel chair to my back door, and spotted him as he unstrapped a jug of his dad's tasty libation. I pushed the screen door open and welcomed him in with a big hug and little kiss.
"You're late, the polish pasta is cold." I scolded him.
"Whatever, it's supposed to be cold," he parlayed back at me.
With that quick come back, we laughed, and I told him to sit. I've gotten really efficient wheeling my chair around my kitchen, and began to serve dinner. We caught up on each others lives for the last two weeks. I haven't been doing much, but he, he was on river duty down town, where the two rivers join to make the Ohio river. That's where most of the filming for the new Batman movie was being shot. He had to be standing by, especially at the stadium last Saturday, where I was an extra for the Gotham City football game. The stadium is next to the river, and with thousands of people there, he had to be waiting in case somebody fell in the water. His time since we had talked two weeks ago had been uneventful. He'd only saved four lives, at the scenes of numerous auto accidents since we'd last spoke. Just a normal couple of weeks, to him.
We finished our dinner, and I asked him to go in the living room and pick a good movie to watch.
"I trust your judgment" I yelled to him, as he left the room. If I position my chair sideways, to my right, and put my short leg on the seat, I can stand at the sink, and wash dishes all by myself. Chris knows not to try to talk me out of washing the dirty dishes. It only takes a few minutes, because the pans and bowls and utensils for making the meal are already washed, as I prepared our meal. The wine was from his dad's 1998 batch, a very high in alcohol batch. I was feeling pretty good as I finished washing the dishes. I haven't had much to drink since I started taking my new medications. The doctor says it's dangerous to mix my drugs, and alcohol. I think, he doesn't want me to feel the best I can, or sue him.
Then, all of a sudden I felt two arms encircle me, and a face approach the left side of my face. I knew who it was, so I wasn't frightened. Then suddenly I felt his tongue lick behind my ear toward the bottom, and nibble on my earlobe. For those of you who don't know, this part of my body is my , very, hot spot. You know the part of the body that when kissed, licked, or even touched in the right way, triggers a persons horniness. Well this is my hot spot, and Chris knows that. He shouldn't have surprised me like this. I was upset at him, for a moment, until my, long pent up, horniness took control of me. I let out a big gasp, as my knees went limp, and Chris held me up. I wrapped my left arm around hid head, holding it in place.
I heard the words"take me here and now," come out of my mouth. My breathing got faster and shallower as my right hand pull up my skirt and I began pulling my panties aside, to let him in. I knew he was dropping trow, so I pushed my chair farther away, keeping my short leg on the seat, but spreading my legs. He stopped licking on my ear, and bent me forward at the waist. Then I felt him jacking his cock to make it harder. That didn't take very long, as I felt the head of his cock press against my sopping wet pussy. He was ready to make love to me, for the first time this year. But, was I ready.
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What to do???
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Posted:Aug 16, 2011 1:21 pm
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I've come up with an idea, sorry I didn't think of it earlier. I'll write my post in my office, where I create my fictional adventures, and spell check it there. I'm just trying to help you to avoid my bad spelling. It's the writer in me. Then I'll copy/paste it, duh. you'll see the news soon.
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Something great has happened
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Posted:Aug 14, 2011 8:33 pm
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As soon as HotMatch.com gets the spell-check fixed I've got some great news. And a new post.
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For my readers
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Posted:Jul 17, 2011 3:14 pm
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Many of you wanted to see one of my fiction stories. Here's one that's going in to the publisher next week to be put with a bunch of simular stories by other authors. You friends will see it first. Nothing in my contract says I can't do this. So, enjoy. I hope you like it.It is fiction.
The Bloodless Vampire
by Serina T.
Dear Diary,
It was getting close to dawn and I still haven't met a woman I want to partake of. I've been searching since sundown, and I'm getting very hungry. Last nights sucking had been interrupted by two somebody’s doing what we wanted to do.
We had met at the 31 coffee shop, you know, 24/7= 31, located on campus, and hit it off very well, as always. She's an aspiring actress and I told her I was a transfer student, there to observe the drama department, to learn why it was so successful in graduating so many people who go on to be famous. She fell for my acting , and was doing her best to impress me with her talent. As we got to know each other I ordered a second cup of cafe mocha, And after having a sip, exclaimed, it tasted funny, and would she mind having a taste to see if it was OK to her. She took my cup and, of her own free will, drank of it. This mixed my DNA with hers, and soon she'll be accepting my advances. It looked as though there were only a few years different in our ages. She was a young and nubile, twenty-one year old, while I was a young handsome, four hundred and fifteen year young stud. She wasn't the model type, but was attractive in a rugged sort of way. After a few minutes of meaningless chatter, I told her that I'm an amateur palm reader, and reached across the table to take her hand. She, once again, of her own free will, extended her hand palm up to me, more exchange of body fluids. It was still hot and humid at 11:35 at night, and despite the fans in the shop, our hands were sweaty.
She began relinquishing herself to me, as my sweat merged with hers. I told her of her future, and how millions of fans will someday love here. She hung on my every word, until the reading was over. Then she asked me if I'd like to walk to the drama department building, and she'd show me the stage and dressing room. I could tell, just by holding her hand, her breathing and heart rate were speeding up. Her body temperature was rising too, and she was getting so very horny. She's progressing as they all have, when they share body fluids with one of us. That little aspect of us makes my job so much easier. It's like a narcotic to them, one they don't know they're taking, but they enjoy it without question. Then once we kiss, and share tongues, she'll be addicted to me, and offer herself to me. I can hardly wait. She had her own key to the door of the drama building, we entered and started walking toward the stage in the almost pitch darkness. I could see as though all the house lights were on. She knew her way around pretty well, in the dark.
It was on our way to the stage, she released her grip on my hand, pulled her tucked in blouse out of her skirt, and unbuttoned it. She didn't realize I could see every move she made, as she told me she had a surprise for me when we get to the directors podium. We made our way to the podium, and to the little desk type light atop it. On the way, I could feel my sexual needs getting stronger and stronger. I could smell and taste the sexual energy extruding from her. She smelled tasty, I want her now, but it's better if I wait. She turned on the light, just as I began to open my mouth wide to...
She turned around and faced me as her blouse fell to the floor, and her bare breasts with perky nipples, stared at my eyes. She told me she was ready to have sex with me. This was it, time to dine on her. I pulled her close to me and began pulling her skirt up to her waist, when car lights shined in the windows, as a car passed by. I decided we should take our encounter into the dressing room, where we could be more comfortable, and continue there. But not before we shared a deep long kiss, with each others tongues flicking inside the others mouth. By the time we got to our destination she was so worked up I couldn't contain her. Our body fluids or DNA does that to humans of the opposite sex. They develop an uncontrollable desire to please the sexual predator.
That's what we are, sexual predators, males and females of our species. We are Vampires, sexual vampires. We survive , not on the blood of humans, but on their sexual energies. We drain only what we need, just like the other vampires. We try not to exterminate any of our providers. The general rule is, one orgasm at a time. When they have an orgasm , that's when we suck the sexual energy from them, while it's at it's peak. We know they'll be back for more, because once they've tasted us, they become addicted to our fluids like a drug. They always come back for more, willingly, sort of. We Have been among mankind since the days of Adam and Eve. It wasn't the devil, or a snake that temped Eve to bite a piece of fruit. It was one of us, enticing her to indulge in the fruit of sex. We helped Eve have the first orgasm known to mankind. Alas the one who took her took to much. Her body could not handle the glory that was the orgasm, and her body shut down. In fear of the repercussions he gave her some of his energies. Her psyche was still in the body, but it shared his energy. She became the first human to share our needs, and become a vessel to hold the sexual desires of others inside them, and transfer them to the one who she belonged with. the one who turned her, Belshazzar . In return she would feel closer and closer to god and heaven with every orgasm she experienced. By the same token, Adam was not tempted by a bite of some forbidden fruit, but by the knowledge and pleasure god wanted only for himself. Adam delivered his seed into Eve, and Eve beget him two sons, Able and Cain. Then was a good thing. We think, it still is, but that's just us. We think much different then humans.
Our only other helpful attribute is that all of us are attractive . We also have the ability to change our physical appearance a little to make ourselves more appealing to different cultures. Oh yes, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. We just help them see what we want them to see, to a certain extent. We never control anybody against their will. We only assist them them with their free will, a little push here, a little nudge there, and it's all legal, Karma wise, anyway.
We made our way back to the dressing room, with her eagerly leading the way. She began pushing the dressing room door open but it was stuck, and wouldn't budge. I moved her aside, turned the doorknob and pushed a wee bit. The door flew open, slamming against the wall, and knocking over a clothing rack. Oh yeah, one other thing about us. We are a lot stronger then normal humans. But we try not to show off. With-in seconds she hiked her skirt and was pulling off her panties. She wanted it, and who am I to deny such a willing woman, a chance to feel closer to heaven. Who knows, maybe she'll even call out gods name. I've had other women do it before. Maybe she's an atheist and will yell something else. I hope she doesn't yell at all, because it might give us away to someone nearby.
Soon my pants were open and down around my knees, and my manhood was hard and ready to bless her. I turned her around, and bent her over a make-up chair, and had inserted me into her only moments before we heard another couple moaning near by. I couldn't believe my luck tonight. I found a woman I wanted a taste of, I got her to bring me to a secluded place. She already gave herself to me, and then, bam. There's some other couple having sex on the stage, and I can't control them, at all. The sounds of the other couple copulating broke the sort of spell she was under. She panicked and hurriedly got dressed. She didn't know it wasn't all her idea, and now it was all her idea to leave. We walked, frustrated, to her dorm. She laughed, and thought our being disturbed was funny. I didn't find it amusing at all. At least she has tasted me, and her desire for me will grow and grow inside her, until she searches me out and we do consummate our relationship. I wanted to break the rules so badly last night, I was so hungry. But we are creatures of honor and we don't break the rules. Not because we don't want to, but because we're afraid to. We've convinced ourselves we're an honorable race. The price one pays for breaking this rule, taking a human against their will, is too horrible to describe, because humans may be reading this diary entry. Last night I was on my diet. I'd been drinking to much high energy lately anyway. One night without food won't kill me.
Kill me? No, missing a meal won't kill me. There's only two things that can kill me. One sure fire way is, to use a cliche, cut off my head, and the other is to starve me to death. The chances of either one of these two things happening to me are slim and none. I've heard stories, and read accounts of such things, in our Vampir Metros magazine, and on our web site. I'm still amazed at the fact, we have ourselves out in the open like we do, and nobody cares. This is my last night off work this week, and if I can't find someone soon, I'll have to loose sleep over it on a work night. I guess I could call in sick. No I'm all out off sick days(nights). I could still tell them I'm sick, but then I won't make enough money this week to pay the utility bill. How I long, sometimes, for the good ole' days before utilities in homes. No, not really. Life sucks, sometimes, doesn't it.
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It was my first time
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Posted:Jul 14, 2011 12:05 am
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Bright and early at nine-thirty, Donna stirred, and got out of bed to go potty and take a shower. I looked over to the clock, nine-thirty. I turned over, and as I pulled the blankets over my head, I yelled to Donna,"wake me when you're done in there." I tried to go back to sleep, but just lay there under the covers. I didn't have a hang-over, I'm smart. As long as I don't mix my alcohol, you know, beer with wine, or wine and hard stuff. The only time I get any kind of hang-over at all, is when I have too many Jeager bombs, or something simular. Jeager bombs, for those of you who may not know, are a shoot of a liqueur called Jagermiester, shoot down and chased with half a beer. Most guys hate me 'cause that's the only time I get a hang-over.
Donna took about half an hour in the bathroom, then it was my turn. Donna called the guys as I entered the bathroom and told them we were up, and we'd pick them up in about an hour. We finished getting ready, and headed off to meet the boys. Stopping at a little MoM&PoP diner, we had some brunch. The guys ordered coffee and toast, we looked at each other and snickered. Donna didn't have a hang-over either. The boys on the other hand, apparently did. So we made sure to torment them, by telling them how tasty each thing we ate was. We thought it was funny. After we finished eating, we took off toward Mystery Hill.
The weather was not very conducive for a hike and to site see the monument. It was chilly, breezy, and cloudy. It looked like it would start raining without much coaxing. We pulled up to the entrance, it was open to the public. We parked, and had to walk about a hundred fifty feet to the gift shop, entrance building. The site was fenced in, and the only way to enter the Hill was through the entrance. It wasn't free, but it only cost five dollars each. For the attendants, one o'clock was already late in the day, and because of the dank weather, we were the first ones to visiting. I was in a hurry to get up the hill, so I dragged Kenny toward the enter door and said we'd check out the shop later.
On the way up the hill, I asked everybody to keep quiet, so I could center my energy, and open myself to whatever spirits, or energy might be here. All three of them knew me well, about my beliefs, and physical difference. It felt comforting to not have to hide anything from my friends. Since they knew all my secrets. As we got up to the top I stopped and just stood there taking in the feelings from the surroundings. I took Kenny's hand and began leading him behind me, and asked Donna and Dave if they wanted to stay with us or go off on their own. They decided to take off on their own way. Kenny and I headed forward toward a tunnel, not far in front of us. As the minutes passed I had many different feelings from all over the place. After about a half an hour, as we made our way to the center of the circle, I began to experience a feeling of power, like I was in charge or something. Not only that, but the closer we got to the alter in the middle, the hornier I was getting. I wasn't about to stop, not now.
We exited The tunnel, that was only about four feet high. We had to stoop over to walk along it. Unexpectedly, there, right in front of us, was the stone alter, the center of the circle. I let go of Kenny's hand and hurried to the center piece. I rubbed my hands over it, brushing the leaves and twigs, and some dirt, from the top of it. I ran my fingers around the edges, of the top. There was a groove going all the way around the three ton stone, the little groove was cut so as to let the blood of the sacrifice drain off the side of the alter, into a pitcher for the priest to drink, or use to dab onto the foreheads of the congregation. I was so horny I couldn't contain myself. I grabbed Kenny's hand, and asked him, if he trusted me. Of course, he said ,yes. "Then, come here," I requested of him, as I led him to the stone.
I told him to lay down on the alter, so I could get his picture. Once he laid down I told him to close his eyes. He did as I asked, and after I put his arms down at his sides, I began undoing his belt and pants. He opened his eyes, and looked around, waiting to see some other tourists. I looked around too, "nope, nobody else, not even Dave and Donna." He closed his eyes again, and soon I had his pants open and was playing with his, soon to be hard cock. It wasn't long before my fingers weren't the only things around his cock. I dove my mouth down over his hard cock, and deep throat-ed him right away. I couldn't help myself, whatever energy was here, was making me very ,very, horny. I frantically bobbed my head up and down his love log(lol).
I was sucking harder and faster with every mouth full. Then I just couldn't stop myself.
I began doing him with no hands. My hands were busy, undoing my jeans. Soon, my pants were down at my ankles with one leg out, and free to move. It was as though I were possessed. I climbed on top of him, pulled my panties to the side, grabbed his dick, and aimed it into my hot wet pussy. I remember, it felt so nasty and forbidden, I thought. It's not my pussy, it's my cunt. I usually hate using that term, but for some reason I can't explain, It just felt right to call it that, at the time. I looked at Kenny, who was in a state of shock, and told him to "pierce me", I don't know why I said that, but I did. With those words I pushed myself down over his strong cock. I didn't even care about protection. I needed him inside me. I began riding him like a wild . I bounced harder and faster, each time I slammed down. He was about seven and a half inches, but really thick. It felt incredible, until I lost my memory.
Somehow I lost track of time. I remember humping him and then, suddenly collapsing in wave after wave of orgasm. He told me later, while we were still alone, that I had gotten this strange, wild look on my face, leaned down with my hands on his shoulders and started to speak in a language he'd never heard. I kept repeating the same phrase over and over as I kept fucking him. I got wilder and wilder, as he grabed me by my waist, just to keep me from falling off. When I came, so did he, but I missed it. I didn't miss seeing the deep nail marks in his shoulders, and apologized for any damage I did. He smiled and looked around, and we were still alone. I climbed off him, and the alter, pulled a kleenex out of my pocket, stuffed it up into my pussy to catch the drippings, and pulled my jeans back on. Kenny didn't move for what seemed like five minutes. I'm sure it was not that long, it just seemed like it to me. He hopped off the alter, and had just finished hooking his belt, when Donna and Dave came around the bend of one of the walkways. I smiled, Ken smiled, They smiled back, and Donna asked if we were done experiencing Mystery Hill yet? Ken and I looked at each other, he took my hand, and we said, "yes", simultaneously. The four of us walked back to the gift shop and bought lots of souvenirs. Nobody had left the shop to check on us, I'm so glad.
As we walked back toward our car, Kenny handed me a book he'd bought for me, it was titled The Spiritual Influences Of Mystery Hill. He'd signed it, YOUR SACRIFICE, Kenny.
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still excited
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Posted:Jul 10, 2011 11:20 pm
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I attended an international magicians convention this weekend here in Pittsburgh. I'm still all exited about all the activities that we had going on. there was a dealers hall where about three dozen magic dealers set up booths and sold tricks and books and magic stuff. We had lectures during the days and big production shows in the evening. What was really nice, is that everybody, famous and non, and those who think they're famous left their EGOs at the front door. We all shared tricks, methods, and ideas. It all made me feel good about myself again, and helped me remember where I belong. The rest of my sexcapade in a day or two, promise.
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give her death meaning. please
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Posted:Jul 8, 2011 11:33 pm
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What happens now?
7/9/2011 2:01 am
most people in the united states know all about the caylee
anthony trail results this week. you can help make a difference
and help make caylee's life mean something. please
read:
with duck tape & bags you threw me away. What more is
there to say? alone in the woods is where i was kept, for 6
long months & you haven't wept! "bella vita"
that's what your tattoo said! not a care in the world
while i was dead! every night jesus rocks me to sleep, and
makes a promise i know he will keep! "don't worry,
everything will be fine, for in the end vengeance shall
be mine!" love, caylee ♥
my question is: will you give your autograph to help those
who deserve justice in the future, or will you sit back and
let someone else do it? it means a lot to me, and lots of people
in the future. look at all the help the amber alert has been
through the years. it started the same way. amber is the
name of the little girl it is named after. not the color.
Yins guys from in and around the burgh, please sign in. it only takes a minute. i know you'all care. if not for those in the future, do it for youself it's good karma.
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Posted:Jul 5, 2011 10:29 pm
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A good night's sleep, right. We went back to our room, and ended up making out, girl girl, for awhile. We were both still horny and Donna's always liked being a sub, and so she was. As soon as we started to undress I pushed her down onto our bed, and sat with my legs spread on top of her. She had just unhooked her bra when I pushed her, so her boobs were barely in the cups now. I aggressively reached to her shoulders and grabbed the straps. I pulled the bra off her arms as she lifted them toward me, and we slipped it all the way off. As her very ample boobs fell out of their cups you could almost here them cheer for their freedom. I responded by taking one in each hand and massaging them. In only moments her nipples rose and begged to be sucked. So I did what any BFF would do. I began to lick, suck and nibble on them. First the left, and then the right.
We didn't kiss or even attempt to. I raised off of her and spread her legs with my knees, and slid myself down her torso, kissing and licking, and biting my way to her honey pot. She loved what I was doing to her. She should, we've done it often enough. I relieved her of her panties and settled in, an arm tucked under each thigh and my head between her legs. My mouth finally made it's way to the tasty set of lips between her legs. Now it was time to kiss her lips. I teased her with my tongue and fingers for a good five minutes, before I began to torture her clit, and stuck my fingers inside her. As my fingers entered her they got sopping wet, and she began shivering in pleasure. Then I matched the rhythm of my fingers going in and out,with the flicking of my tongue up and down her passion button. As her body got more and more aroused, so did I. Then after about five minutes of ecstasy, and I knew she was ready, I curled my fingers and pressed back and forth on her G-spot. She erupted in wave after wave of orgasm. As did I, just not as intense, but I was more then happy.
After her gyrations subsided, I slowly crawled up next to her, and laid there tucked under her shoulder with her arm around me. We both fell asleep, taking short power naps. I woke up fifteen minutes later and finished undressing. Then I got back into bed, turned off the light, pulled the covers over us and went back to sleep. I was looking forward to tomorrow, still.
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I'm sorry
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Posted:Jun 8, 2011 11:21 pm
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I'm sorry for not thanking you all for reading my memoirs(blogs) for the last few weeks. I finally got depressed for awhile, and didn't do much of anything to or for anyone. Especially myself. I plan on getting my shit together again. My pitty party is over. Some those of you still checking on me, I give a sincere thanx and blessed be. Serina
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Posted:Jun 8, 2011 11:15 pm
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This is the third time I am attempting to share this memory with you. Hopefully it won't delete after about a half dozen paragraphs into it. Here goes.
It was my first september as an adult. I graduated last spring from high school, and don't plan on going to college 'til next year. Donna and I are still BFF's, and have made some great plans. We arranged to take four day weekends at both our jobs. And we talked our parents into letting us take an unsupervised road trip to new england. Both of our families have friends and relatives us and down the east coast, from Maine to Maryland. So we both know our way around the roads. WE're going to the Boston area to see a few special places and have lots of fun. Our parents insisted we stay at a mom and pop motel a friend of my Dad owns and operates.Almost an unsupervised weekend.
Let me tell you a little about Donna, and how she thinks. She's an even five foot tall, and weighs an even one hundred pounds. She's Irish/Italian with almost black hair and hazel eyes. We haven't set our sexual boundaries yet, or our fun ones. Donna is the definition of free spirit. Life is to short, and you can't know if you like something unless you try it, at least once. Oh yeah, Donna wears a 34DD bra. She likes to go gothic, in good taste. She loves to dress to kill, and tease, tease, tease men and women both. I hope it's not open stage nite at any of the strip clubs, we could get in some serious trouble, 'cause she'll get me involved.
There's only one thing we forgot to tell our parents, and that's that we plan on making a stop over in Allentown PA. Allentown is in the north eastern part of my home state. We need to take on two more passengers, David and Kenny. We've known Kenny before his family moved away from Elliott, our neighborhood. Donna spent the night at my house, so we could get an earl ly start, friday morning. We packed the car the night before and made some sandwiches, and had snacks to avoid stopping 'til we got to Allentown.
We had the weekend activities carefully planed out. We got up at six o'clock got dressed and stuff girls do. My Mom even got up and made us dippy eggs, home fries, toast and coffee. I love her for things like that. Driving to Allentown should take about four hours, and another six or seven after we pick up the guys. Drop the guys off at another small motel about a half mile down the road from where we'll be staying, check in ourselves, clean up, pick up the guys and go to experience the Boston night life. All went according to plan we even went down to the "war zone" adult stores and strip joints and bars that serve people with fake ID's. Dave and Kenny even paid for lap dances for Donna and I with male strippers. So we bought them lap dances too, with male strippers, it was so funny. Neither of them are homophobic, but it was funny anyway. After we dropped off the Dave and Kenny we drove back to our room and slept very well, in our queen sized bed, after we kissed each other good nite. Well we did more then just kiss. Donna didn't want to shave all her pussy hair away, so she'd have some shape right above her clit. Some times a heart, other times a triangle,at times a circle, whatever she wanted. I always liked finding out every week, what shape she had chosen next.
Saturday we went to Boston again and did a bunch of sight seeing and taking lots of pictures. All four of us were copping feels from each other every chance we had, not caring who saw us. Then we went to Cape Cod, had lobster and clams dinners, then back to the "war Zone" then went back to the guys motel and drank some vodka we bought. That's when I began liking Vodka and tonic with lots of lime. We all made out and had fun, but no fucking. Oral sex was lots of fun though. We couldn't leave the guys frustrated. It was fun but nothing special to write about. Tomorrow may be different. About three o'clock we headed back to our motel for a good, short nights sleep. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow a lot.
Our plans for tomorrow starts out with us going to Mystery Hill. Mystery Hill, also known as the American Stonehenge, is an ancient building site in New Hampshire near Salem NH. There are tunnels and passageways all over the place. made from stone from a few pounds to over five tons each. And nobody knows who made it, or when it was made. Then we go to Salem Mass., the home of the Salem witch trails. Sunday is why I'm there.I can hardly wait to feel the spiritual energy at Mystery Hill. I plan on letting my soul loose, to do as it pleases, tomorrow.
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Posted:Jun 6, 2011 10:28 pm
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I was just posting my latest memoirs, I was on the nineth paragraph. HotMatch.com sent me back to my home page, and I lost it all. No more tonight.
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hospital bound.
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Posted:May 1, 2011 11:34 am
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2011 12:13 am
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Sorry I haven't been on for awhile, I hope you've missed me. The end of last week I cam down with a three day type flu. and by monday my Cellulitis decided to come back and torment me. For those of you who don't know what Cellulitis is. It's like a third degree sunburn on your legs. In my case leg. It takes lots of anti-biotics to get rid of the germ of it. Google it for more. Anyway I was in the hospital 'til thursday afternoon. But now I'm home and doing better.
Thanx to all my readers, for telling others to read this last memoir. Maybe it will help as a warning to all our sisters out there of how dangerous being different can be, and how closed mindedness comes when you least expect it. I'll have a good memory in a few days, give me a few more days to heal.
Love&Lust
Hotwitch
HAPPY MAY DAY
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