Was it a knock I heard,
Or was it part of the fantasy?
The dream sucked me in,
As I bowed to suck his cock.
Tasting the flavor of him.
Relishing in the naughtiness of it all.
Swallowing every sinful inch.
Gagging on the desire.
Taking what I wanted.
Using him for my pleasure.
As I pleasured him with my pussy.
Leaking the liquids of my lust,
All over his balls.

I found this very interesting...

10 Quirky Facts About Kissing
Posted: 2008-06-19 13:20:45
By Laura SchaeferCourtesy of Match.com's Happen magazine

Think you know a thing or two about kissing? You probably do. But the facts below are so off the beaten path, we'll bet you don't know them all -- and they could come in handy. Not only could they provide some steamy "Did you know...?" chit chat, but they'll help you see all the benefits a satisfying lip lock can bring into your life. Happy smooching!

1. Two out of every three couples turn their heads to the right when they kiss.

2. A simple peck uses two muscles; a passionate kiss, on the other hand, uses all 34 muscles in your face. Now that's a rigorous workout!

3. Like fingerprints or snowflakes, no two lip impressions are alike.
4. Kissing is good for what ails you. Research shows that the act of smooching improves our skin, helps circulation, prevents tooth decay, and can even relieve headaches.

5. The average person spends 336 hours of his or her life kissing.

6. Ever wonder how an "X" came to represent a kiss? Starting in the Middle Ages, people who could not read used an X as a signature. They would kiss this mark as a sign of sincerity. Eventually, the X came to represent the kiss itself.

7. Talk about a rush! Kissing releases the same neurotransmitters in our brains as parachuting, bungee jumping, and running.

8. The average woman kisses 29 men before she gets married.

9. Men who kiss their partners before leaving for work average higher incomes than those who don't.

10. The longest kiss in movie history was between Jane Wyman and Regis Tommey in the 1941 film, You're in the Army Now. It lasted 3 minutes and 5 seconds. So if you've beaten that record, it's time to celebrate!

Article found here.

I would love to play war with someone like this!

Aaaah...nipples.

The moisture, evident on my panties,
As I lay cradled in your lap.
Naughty fingers work their way below the elastic.
My legs spread in invitation.
A sigh escapes my lips.
My clit grazed ever so lightly, stands erect.
Begging.
Your mouth finds my nipples.
First one, than the other.
Sucked, nibbled and bitten.
I squirm with delight.
Your hand cups my moist pussy.
Holding your treasure.
Your other hand grasps onto my nipple.
Tightly squeezing it between two fingers.
Twisting, pinching, tugging.
Your mouth feeding on my other bud.
Sucking and biting,
Listening to my moans.
As my body writhes,
And fills your waiting hand,
With hot, liquid desire.

This is what I thought about
ALL DAY!!

My latest fantasy...

I want to be a naughty little tart.
I want a longer version
Of a one night stand.
A want a naughty weekend.

I want to be in pig tails,
When he meets me at the bar.
I want to be seventeen.
I want him to like me.
I want him to buy me drinks,
And when I am good and drunk,
I want him to take me home with him.
I want him to have his way with me.
I want to be a teenage whore.
A naughty little girl, rebelling against daddy.
Taken captive, by an older man.
Who will make her cum,
Over and over, in every way imaginable.
Doing the naughtiest of things.
With a stranger,
For an entire weekend.
I want him to fuck me.
Morning noon and night.
I want him to fuck me,
With my own dildo,
As I cook his breakfast at the stove.
I want to be told to suck his cock as he eats.
I want to be told what a good little girl I am,
When I paralyze him with pleasure.
I want to be rewarded with orgasms.
I want to be a seventeen year old whore,
For an entire weekend.
With a sexy stranger,
Who wants only one thing...

The pleasure that dwells within my core.

My nipples were swollen, red, and sore.
Your lips were so warm and wet.
Shivers ran through me,
As you slowly suckled on my swollen bud.
A moan escaped my lips.
My body hugged close to yours,
As you feasted on the sensitive nub.
Every sensation traveled right to my core.
And my pussy wept with lustful cream.

WARNING...Personal stuff ahead.

Nothing even remotely related to sex.

Actually it is kinda religious.

If your still reading...well, you've been warned.

Tonight I sit and ponder life, and all that it is.
Tonight I sit and wonder, of this being you call God.
After twelve years of religious teachings.
I do not go to church.
I have my own definition of god.
If I am to worship him,
Why should I get to my knees and recite memorized words?
Am I to think, I will go to hell if I do not recite them daily?
And you call him a loving and forgiving god?
If the god you describe to me is so loving and forgiving,
And in need of such worship.
I think he would appreciate that I sit on my porch daily,
And worship his creations.
I sit in awe, watching the colors of the sunset every evening.
Every night, I sit and wonder at the beauty of the stars,
For hours before I go to bed.
How is this less worship then getting to my knees with tired words?
I know that I am a good person.
I do not follow a written set of laws.
I let my feelings guide me.
I enjoy making others happy,
Just to see them smile.
I stop at the same red light every morning,
And marvel at the difference in the colors of the sky from day to day.
I take time to appreciate what is around me.
I appreciate that I have the privilege of giving sick people,
Some of their very last smiles.
I appreciate that I have the privilege of being a mother.
I put my child's need above and beyond everything else.
More importantly, I know who he is.
I know everything about him.
He tells me about his girlfriends.
Even the ones that kiss bad.
We talk openly about sex, alcohol, and drugs.
He is on the honor roll.
He is a good kid.
But I do not take him to church.
I have not taught him the tired words.
Yet every morning when we leave the house,
I see him look up at the sky.
Sometimes, I even hear him softly say, "Wow."
That, to me, is worship.
I felt more of a need,
To instill in his mind
An appreciation for what and who is around him,
Then to insist he memorize and recite.

And if I go to hell for that,
I spit on your "loving" god.

Another naughty little girl fantasy.

And this is what he said...

"You look so pretty baby."
"Turn around for me."
"Oh, that's nice, baby."
"Now lift it up."
"Oh my, what pretty panties, baby."
"Such a good girl."
"You know I like those, don't you baby?"
"Bend over, sweetheart."
"Very good, my love."
"Now pull them aside for me baby so I can see."
"No, don't take them off."
"Just pull them aside"
"Very good, baby."
"Oh, look how wet."
"Touch it for me, baby, touch it."
"That's right baby-girl, get your fingers all wet."
"Good."
"Make sure those panties get wet too, baby."
"Good girl."
"Now fuck it for me."
"Fuck it with your fingers."
"Good baby."
"Look at how wet, baby."
"You want some cock now don't you baby?"
"Very nice."
"'Now hold still for me, my love."
'Let me fuck that sweet pussy for a little while."

Wow!

This man has mastered the art of multi-tasking!!