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.

Pink lace, moist with pleasure.

Fingers pressed into the material,
Pushing it into the wet folds.
Surrounding my clit in the delicate lace.

Moisture glistens on the intricate pattern.
Roses encased my sensitive bud.

Slowly the fingers rubbed the lace into me.
Tight circles that felt near torture.

An aching swelled deep inside.

Faster and harder the fingers worked,
As a pulsing fire engulfed me.

"Please", I begged, in ragged breath.

As two fingers found their way past the lace.
Dipping deep inside my liquid heat.

The moan I breathed was caught,
And breathed right back into me,
As I came all over your hand,
Wetting my pink lace panties.

And with your fingers still buried inside me,
You breathed the words, "Good girl."
Hot against my ear.

My ass, held firmly in your hands.
My pussy, placed just where you desired.
I watched as you lost yourself in the pleasure.
I became a mere toy,
As you bounced me on your cock.
Lost in a private fantasy.
Swimming in the heat,
Splashing in the pleasure.
Taking what is yours.
Bathing us both,
In the liquids of lust.

The road was very long.
Twisting and turning through the mountains.
Headlights, mere fireflies in a darkness so overwhelming.
Mounds of earth protruding skyward,
Surrounded me.
And suddenly, I looked up.
The brightest sky I had ever seen,
Was being blocked by dirty glass.
Quickly, I deemed the situation an emergency,
And pulled over.
I jumped out into the darkness,
And let the sky overwhelm me.
More stars than I ever thought possible to inhabit one sky,
Twinkled before me.
I was in awe.
I felt very, very small.
I absorbed the moment,
Swore I'd never forget it,
And jumped back into the car.
Back onto the long dark road.
A mile down the road I realized,
My phone was no longer in my lap.
It did not anger me.
I could purchase a new one,
The view I had just witnessed,
Was well worth the price of admission.

You live in a beautiful state Percy.

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.