The reason for my rant...

Give me a fucking break!!!

They will sell you a neck massager and relaxer. A back massage cushion for your favorite chair. A foot massager and bubble bath. Why would anyone buy these things, you ask. Well, because when you use them, they make you feel good, right? Leading me to the age old question...Why should the intimate muscles of our bodies be such taboo? It's not like we would use the bubble bath in public. If I am not mistaken, it is a private thing you do completely naked, right? Why? Because it is quite pleasurable. It stimulates your senses. It makes you feel good, doesn't it? So how is selling a product that you would use in private, to stimulate senses that make you feel good suddenly turn ugly? Oh that's right...when it involves anything sexual.

Give me a fucking break!!!

Cumming on your fingers...

My pussy dripped between your probing fingers,
As your cock fucked the depths of my throat.
Saliva covered your balls.
Cum covered your hand.
My moans vibrated against your shaft.
My pussy tightened around your fingers.
Sucking them in as my orgasm exploded.
My pleasure, became yours.
Gagging on your cock.
Cumming on your fingers.

I am so horny tonight.
I wanted you so badly.
Now, I must wait.
Wait until morning, to feel your tender touch.
I am still so very horny.
My body still wants.
My needs are still present.
My mind begins to wander,
As do my hands.
I cannot wait to have you snuggled up behind me.
Your hard cock sliding between the wetness you create.
Holding a nipple in each hand.
Your fingers playing me like an instrument.
The thought makes me wet.
I start to touch and feel my nipples
I twist and pull them,
Making the puffy and pink.
I want them tender and slightly sore,
When your fingers find them in the morning.
I want to feel you take control of my cum.
I want you to beg it from me,
With tender whispers in my ear.
I want to give it to you.
I want to bend to your liking.
I want the wetness you have created, positioned to take your cock.
I want you to pleasure yourself,
In the depths of my lust for you.
I want to watch you as you cum.
I want to lick and suck your aching balls,
As spurt after spurt of lust comes pouring from your core.
Then I want you curled up close to me,
Holding me tightly to you.
Caressing my tender nipples.
As our bodies meld together and create one.
And every beat of my heart screams...this is love.

I read a post the other day about "vanilla" dirty talk.
It got me to thinking about how lucky I am.
My lover and I first had "sex" over the phone.
Many naughty words and thoughts were exchanged.
Enhancing the self inflicted cum.
Making it better!
Many years later,
We still have better sex,
When words and thoughts are exchanged,
Along with the bodily fluids.

I thought I might treat you to a peek into my bedroom last night.....

I opened up the lingerie drawer to find something pretty to greet lover in after his shower. I came across the leopard print bikini top and ragged skirt bottoms of a Halloween outfit I wore last year. It's very hot. Made of soft fur-like material. A "taken little cave girl" scenario began to conjure up in my mind. He exited the shower very pleased. However the cave girl fantasy I had already started playing in my mind was thrown out the window quickly, when the leopard skin print caused him to utter these words....

"Come here little kitty."
"Come get up in my lap"
I crawled up into his lap and nuzzled his neck with kisses as his hand snaked down my body nestling itself on my needy little mound. I opened my legs to him instinctively.
"Good kitty." he whispered into my ear as I purred into his.
"Let me pet the little kitty."
"Oh, that makes kitty happy, doesn't it?"
I lick his neck in appreciation.
"Oh that's nice, kitty,"
"Help me pet the kitty, baby" he whispers,
As he guides my hand down to my needy little pussy.
"That's a good girl, help me pet the kitty."
"Help me make the kitty purr, baby."
He takes my fingers entwined with his and begins to rub circles around my greedy little clit. My hips lunge forward with the need to be filled as my face nuzzles into his neck and I purr.
"Good kitty." he whispers,
As he leaves my fingers circling my clit,
And plunges two of his into my needy, wet cunt.
"Good girl, rub the clit baby."
"Help me make the kitty purr."
"That's good, baby."
"Let's make the kitty purr nice baby."
"Good girl."
"Make it purr for me"
I want to feel it vibrate, baby."
"I want that pussy to squeeze my fingers tight when it purrs."
"Good girl."
"I can feel it baby."
"That little pussy's gonna cum for me isn't it, baby."
My face nuzzles his neck and I nod between whimpers and animal like cries.
I lay spread legged in his lap. His arm cradles me, his fingers on one hand pinch my nipple while his other hand assaults my pussy. He knows my pussy well. He knows when I am going to cum. The closer I get to it, the more he begs me for it.
"Oh baby, there it is."
"There's the cum, baby."
"Good girl."
"Help me get the cum, baby."
"Good girl, pet the kitty with me."
"Help me make it purr."
The dirty words throw me over the edge,

Into the bliss of orgasm and I cum all over his fingers.
Cradled in his lap.
Purring into his neck.

"Good kitty." he whispers to me.

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!!

His hand was gripped tightly
Around the handle of the dildo.
I was bent over,
Ass in the air.
Awaiting the assault.
He plunged in deeply.
Stoked me slowly.
His rhythm was perfect.
The cock was gently rubbing my g-spot.
My body shook with orgasm.
He continued to fuck me.
My mind drifted through the waves of pleasure.
He continued to fuck me.
Orgasm after orgasm,
Rolled violently through my body,
As he continued to fuck me.
Making me cum more than I ever have,
Using my favorite toy alone.

My lover MUST have ice in his drink.

I have no need.

I like most of my beverages at room temp.

He brought a bag of ice over last night,

To replenish his depleted supply.

These were different.

They were cylinder shaped,

A hole though the center.

He declared upon discovery,

"Oh my, what have we here, my love."

"It seems that I have purchased,

A whole bag of new toys for you."

He held me cradled in his arms.
He called me baby girl.
He whispered sweet, wonderful things into my ear,
As his fingers strummed perfect circles
On my quivering, wanting clit,
The torture became divine
As I came from his ministrations.
Wetting the silky panties,
That denied my wanting clit
The heated touch of his velvet skin.

Daddy Fantasy

I wanted to call him daddy last night.
Wasn't sure how he would react.

Turns out he's has the same naughty fantasy...


His fingers pushed deep inside me,
Twisting and turning,
Exploring me.
More fingers,
Expanding me.
Stretching me.
Examining me.
Soft words dripped from his lips.
When his ears absorbed my telling moans,
Knowing I was on the edge,
He softly whispered,
"That's it, baby girl, cum real nice for daddy."

Take notice as to how she guides her to THAT spot.

It starts at about 1:27 on the video.

Trust me...there really is such a spot.

And once you find THAT spot,
You become addicted.

You want no other orgasm.
He wants no other orgasm from you.

And then...

You wash more towels and sheets
Than you ever have in your entire lifetime.

But you do it with a devious smile on your face.

If video does not play, click here!

Nipples hard and overly sensitive,
The frigid air making them tight, hard.
The nerves screaming just below the surface,
Begging to be touched.
Begging to be pinched, pulled, bitten.
The warmth and strength of your body,
Radiates into me as you envelope me.
Your arms completely surround me.
You gently take a breast in each hand.
Your thumbs graze my flourishing buds,
Causing my body to shudder and push into yours,
Feeling your cock nestle gently between my cheeks.
Strong fingers grip tightly, taking possession.
The waves begin as small ripples.
Slowly as you twist and pull,
Begging my pleasure forth.
Until I am writhing in your arms.