If you haven't laughed out loud yet today,
here is your chance!

The head of the dildo slipped slowly,
Gently.
Up and down the pink lips of my pussy.
Wetter and wetter with each passing stroke
It glistened in the candlelight.
A soft moan escaped your lips,
And even with my eyes closed,
Lost in the moment,
I knew, you had grasped your cock.
And you were watching,
As the pink lips of my pussy,
Began to swallow the purple cock.
You watched, as inch after inch,
Was slowly buried, into my willing, wet hole.
You watched, as my thrusts increased,
You heard the unmistakable sounds of lust
And you watched me as I made myself cum for you.
Your own private porn.

This is where I will be writing now...

The few of you that read
Are welcome to come on over.

Just in case...

I need you to know,
What a part of my life you are.
You are my best friend,
You are my sister,
You are my voice of reason in the storm.
You have been a part of my life,
For the better part of 30 years.
Every secret I have ever had,
I have trusted with you.
Every problem I have ever had,
Somehow you help me to see the solution.
I believe best friends,
Are as much souls mates as lovers are.
Someone with whom you are meant to share your life with.
Just in case,
I need you to know, how much I love you.

I am standing in a new role in life.
That of being a woman truly loved.
For the first time in my life.
Kissing goes beyond description,
No words can convey
The loved felt in it's tenderness
Or the want of it's desire.
I can spend hours alone with him,
Engaged in stimulating conversation,
Or comfortable in the complete silence,
As enlaced fingers say all that needs to be said.
The desire between us is intense.
Hours and hours of mind blowing sex is the norm.
Orgasms are to numerous to count,
As he pleasures himself, with my pleasure.
And when we are sated,
Our bodies fit perfectly together,
And we drift off to dream in the comfort of love.

I am thankful for so many things in my life,
None of them has a price tag.

Love being the greatest of them all.

Wanting to please you,
My mouth became your toy.
Fingers enlaced with hair,
Guided me to your pleasure,
Taking yourself,
To the screaming edge.
Your fingers found the control,
Twisting, pinching, hearing me moan,
As you begged me to give into the greed.

Your body is encased in a suit of leather,
In preparation for sex with your other lover.
I know who she is and I approve,
Yet I am afraid one day, she will hurt you.
I hold you in my arms and love you completely,
Then kiss you goodbye as you turn and go to her.

My lips were wet, dripping with desire.
Slowly I lowered myself,
My pussy kissing the head of your cock.
Our mouths came together,
Inhaling each others moans as our bodies shook.
My mouth kissing yours,
My pussy, kissing your cock.
The desire flowed full circle.
My clit swelled against the head,
My tongue invaded your mouth.
Lust flavored my kiss,
As the edge of desire began to overtake me.
I slid the length of you inside me.
My pussy squeezed you with the strength of desire.
And your mouth covered mine,
Drinking in the moans of my cum,
As the liquids of my lust poured over you.

I watched as your hands went towards your neck.
Fingers grasping the neatly tied knot.
Engaged in conversation,
You did not know I was even watching.
Feeling the things that I felt,
You just did what came natural.
Slowly you slid it,
Side to side,
Loosening it.
Unraveling the knot.
Your fingers then grasped the button,
Unbuttoning it from your neck.
Slowly revealing the places I wanted to taste.
My lips could imagine the journey they would take.
My tongue yearned for the flavor of you.
Lust churned deep inside me.
And in my mind,
I was having you.

In the sleepy silence of morning sex,
You pushed your cock into my liquid heat.
Soft moans began to fill the silent room,
As we made love, slow and sweet.

I was your fairy princess,
Dressed in pink and lace.
Granting you three wishes,
My lips, my ass, my face.

Your good little fairy, you assured me
As so quickly I became,
You fucked my face heartily,
Your moans beget my name.

The base of your cock,
Was clamped tightly in my lips,
The gag of my throat massaging you,
As you thrust forth with eager hips.

Your fingers traveled down my body,
In search of the liquid heat,
Needing a place to probe and play,
As you gagged me with your meat.

My moans massaged your cock,
As your fingers probed my slick, wet hole.
My head became your plaything,
My pussy, under your complete control.

The heat began to roll through me,
The need to scream pulled my muscles tight,
My mouth so full of your probing cock,
My mind was soaring, caught up in flight.

Sated from the cum, I fell limp across your chest,
Nursing the cock still lodged tightly in my throat
My pussy lay before you, open wet and waiting,
Your tongue kissed into me, as my mind continued to float.

And I thought of nothing but the pleasure,
As the cum called to me from deep inside,
I shifted and took possession of your cock,
And rode headlong into the abyss of pleasure
You always, so willingly provide.

The heat between us in the midst of desire,
Is hotter than the blazing fires on the sun,
But when our bodies come to rest,
And our chests press against each other,
You heart, beating with mine, tells me all.
You are my lover, my precious love.
You are the only one.

Two for the price of one...

First read it this way...
Imagine your lover, a warm embrace
That quickly turns into a deep, need filled kiss...


Your lips delicately kissing my lips,
Your tongue, seeking the very core of me.
Your mouth drinking in my lust,
My desire, flowing hot, flowing free.


Now think about eating her pussy,
And read it again...

Your lips delicately kissing my lips,
Your tongue, seeking the very core of me.
Your mouth drinking in my lust,
My desire, flowing hot, flowing free.

A simple rant...

I dial seven numbers.
I listen to four rings.
I then have my intelligence insulted.

I hate that!

Here...let me make it a little clearer...

"Hi. You have reached "Enter name here". I cannot answer my phone right now. (duh.) Please leave your name, number and..blah...blah..blah after the beep."

How long have answering machines been around? A while, right? Do I really need instructions?

If I wasn't too lazy to record a personal message on my phone, it would sound like this...

"Hi. You've reached Brandy and I won't insult your intelligence on telling you what to do next."...beeeeep.

Your mouth below me,
Licking me, loving me,
Savoring the sweetness of me.
You beg me to please myself,
Your tongue dancing with my clit.
The pleasure overtakes me,
I think nothing but the lust,
I grind against you greedily.
Building the heat,
Wanting the explosion.
Moans of desire fill the air.
My hands grasp your head,
As I ride headlong into the abyss.
Your mouth covers me,
And you take what is yours.
Devouring my lust for you.

I want to spend the evening on a blanket,
In a field,
Looking for shooting stars.
Kisses will follow.
The need to touch will be intense.
No access below clothing will be allowed.
Want will become overwhelming,
The ride home will seem long.
Our bodies will sigh in relief,
As they touch completely,
Under a shower of hot water.
And want will become need,
As we head for the bedroom,
And add stars of our own to the constellations .

Buried deep inside me,
Your body ungulates with mine.
You feel the muscles grip you,
Massage you,
Become part of you.
You feel the pleasure
As it ebbs and flows.
Our mouths feed on each other,
Breathing in the moans,
Our tongues become lost,
The taste of two mouths combined,
Intoxicating.
As our skin melds together,
And the heat of one orgasm,
Pleases two.

We dance the dance of lust,
Hips thrusting, bodies shaking.
Lips savoring of the greed.
Devouring the aching.
Taking what is given,
And giving all our soul,
As we satisfy the need.

I spoke to the stars last night as if they were my friends,
And watched as they forged their paths across the open sky.
My mind was enthralled with the colors that sparkled from within.
Did the red reflect their passion?
What was between the hues of blue and green?
Are they content to just twinkle in the glorious wonder of the sky?
Or do they want more?