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Tue, 22 May 2012 19:30:00 -0400

It's uncommon, in my experience, at least, to see someone nude in public. It's rare, in fact, to spot someone who's even partially nude.

I can count the times I've seen such a display on one hand. Although I'd prefer to see more such spectacles--the more, the merrier--I guess having seen but a few instances of bare boobs and bare butts (I've never been fortunate enough to see a bare cunt or, for that matter, a bare cock and bare balls) makes the few that I have seen all that more memorable.

It's surprising to me, though, that more people, women especially, don't seem to want to strut their stuff to maximum effect. One would think that anyone with a body like that of Pamela Anderson or Jennifer Love Hewitt would welcome full exposure. Unfortunately, such does not seem to be the case.

My first sight of someone naked in public was of a couple who'd apparently had been caught in a thunderstorm while fucking in the woods. My parents warned me and my siblings not to look. "Hide your eyes!" we were instructed. Of course, we did nothing of the sort, and, consequently, got quite an eyeful of bouncing boobs, swaying cock, and jiggling balls.

My next sight of naked flesh was granted to me by the girlfriend of a friend who was driving us to Ocean City, Maryland. As we came to within half an hour's distance from our destination, she decided to change, in front of all of the rest of us. She was the only woman in our company, and, hardly out of her teens, she must have received quite a thrill by becoming not merely the focus of our attention, but also the center of the entire universe. Our eyes were focused on her maidenly tits, which were of the sleekness, firmness, and buoyancy that are possible only for the young and beautiful.

I was later treated to the sight of a young woman without panties who, on a blustery day, pumped gasoline into her sports car while the wind played havoc with her mini-skirt. As she tended to the business at hand, she affected to remain as unconcerned as any other motorist who'd stopped to top off his or gas tank, despite her skirt's fluttering about her hips to reveal the full, round globes of her sleek, firm buttocks to every Tom, Dick, and Harry. It's impossible to suppose that, with the breeze fanning her bare fanny, she was unaware that her bottom was on display for all the world to admire. Obviously, she'd dressed in this provocative manner intentionally, planning to be provocative. She succeeded.

My fourth encounter with deliberate nudity was at Mission Beach in San Diego, California. A woman in a thong bikini, apparently having developed an appetite while bathing in the sun, left the beach and the boardwalk to enter a fast-food restaurant, where she stood in line, waiting her turn to order, purchasing a hamburger, French fries, and a diet soda. All the while, she appeared to be oblivious of the stares, some indignant, some embarrassed, but many others admiring, of her fellow diners, a few of whom were minor children.

I also saw a man rollerblading on the same boardwalk, while wearing nothing but a gold lamé jockstrap. In addition, I spied a couple of young men, quite tan and handsome, walking together near Lake Havasu City's London Bridge, wearing the same article of clothing, but in white cotton, rather than gold lamé. Most likely, these men were gay, as no straight man is likely ever to wear such a garment--at least, not as his only costume--in public places (or, barring college or high school locker rooms, private ones, either, for that matter).

Other than these displays, I've seen only the tops of women's buttocks, including just the uppermost extreme of their nether cleavages, when they've sat down and their waistbands have not been quite tight-fitting enough to prevent a backward sagging of the seats of their pants. Although such glimpses are unexpected, as all serendipitous experiences are, and they are mildly tantalizing, they tease more than they please, rather like the projection of a woman's nipples through the thin fabric of her tee-shirt or halter top. One is grateful for, and appreciative of, what's shared, but one is not satisfied.

Were I the ruler of the world, all men and women would go naked from the day they were born, and they would be laid out nude in their caskets on the day of their funerals. I'm a firm, even usually swollen, believer in nudity for all. Unfortunately, Barack Obama is the leader of the world--or, if the mass media can be believed (which is very doubtful, indeed), the leader, at least, of the free world, and he has not yet decreed that every American, let alone every citizen of the world, go about always in the altogether. (I suspect that this is merely because he himself has a small, if not tiny, penis.)

Therefore, I do what any other all-America, red-blooded voyeur, denied a sufficiency of exhibitionism, would do: I turn to the Internet to supply the tits and asses and twats (and, in my case, as an equal-opportunity voyeur, the cocks and balls) that, otherwise, I would have to do without. I can't help it. I love skin. Nudity is a beautiful thing, especially when "private parts" are "secretly" revealed, rather than concealed, in public places (and even if the apparent secrecy is actually more feigned than real, as long as the covert display looks authentic).

With these confessions in mind, I'd like to lay out, so to speak, some of the criteria that I find useful in evaluating Internet sites' exhibitions of "public nudity," in the hope of advancing a connoisseurship of such exhibitions among aficionados of such delightful displays. Readers are free to disagree, of course, and to offer their own views. My observations, as Michael Savage is wont to say, in an altogether different context, are, after all, only "one man's opinion" (and a gay man's opinion, at that), but, hey, if we want to advance an appreciation of the fine art of exhibitionism, we have to begin somewhere, right? (In addition, writing this essay gives me the chance to ogle some fine naked ladies online as I establish and apply my criteria for determining what's hot and what's not with regard to depictions of public nudity.)

Let me start with what I don't like. For me, to be hot, public nudity photos have to look as if the model is actually exposing, or flashing, herself in public. Pictures in which a woman is mixing with pedestrians on a crowded street or in a busy shopping mall or store while everyone around her seems oblivious to her presence aren't what I'm looking for, even if the model herself is stunning.

Why not? There could be a reason for the blasé reaction of the passersby. For example, Europeans' ideas about nudity are, or can be, quite different than those of Americans. For many Europeans, nudity is no big deal. It's the natural state, and, if anything, it's clothing that's a bit bizarre. However, I'm a red-white-and-blue-blooded, all-American man (albeit more gay than is the norm among my fellow red-white-and-blue-blooded, all-American men), and I like to ogle women who appear naked in public because, in America, at least, such behavior is taboo, and it is because it's taboo that it's also titillating. When people are matter-of-fact about the presence of a nude woman among them, well, their nonchalant attitude reduces the pictures' erotic appeal.

For the same reason, if the model is unselfconsciously or openly naked, the pictures are less than invigorating. She doesn't necessarily have to be ashamed or embarrassed about showing her tits and ass to the world, but her expression should suggest, at least, a modicum of naughtiness, as if she's aware that she's doing something she shouldn't be doing, something a little risky, even, something that could land her tits and ass in jail, along with her twat. She should have the decency, at the very least, to smile, as if to say, What I'm doing is naughty and forbidden, but, hey, it's fun, too, and, besides, guys, I know that you like what you see and don't, for a moment, share the socially correct view that what I'm doing represents "indecent exposure."

Some photos show the model naked, but, although she's standing, sitting, squatting, or otherwise enjoying the Great American Outdoors, she's far from the madding crowd, as Thomas Hardy might have put it. In fact, unless one counts the deer and the antelope, she's pretty much alone. There are no prying eyes of the homo sapiens sort anywhere to be found, so, even though she's in a meadow or a forest or a swamp or the desert or wherever, its arguable as to whether she's nude in public at all.

I admire women's backsides. To me, they are the best feminine feature, bar none (with breasts a close second). However, for public nudity, the face is more important than the fanny in creating the illusion that one is checking out a gorgeous gal who is naked in public. I want to see her face, and I want her to be smiling, and I want it to appear that she knows that she's naked in public and that she knows that being naked in public is, on some level, in her society, at least, considered "wrong." I want her to be a bit of a bad girl, and that requires her not only to be aware that she is being naughty but also that she be aware that I, the voyeur, am aware that she's aware, and, alas, as pretty as most feminine fannies are, they haven't learned, as yet, to convey the finer nuances of subjectivity.

Too exaggerated a pose also fails to enter the arousal zone of my Public Nudity Erotic Scale for the simple reason, again, that a woman is unlikely to pose like a flamingo, balanced upon one leg, with her head down, if she's nude in public, nor is she likely to be executing cartwheels or standing on her head or squatting as if she's about to relieve her bladder all over a parking lot or a sidewalk or a street. If she's really an exhibitionist, she's going to be careful, she's going to be circumspect, she's going to be guarded and vigilant. In short, she's going to be practicing the techniques, tactics, and maneuvers I describe in "How To Flash Your Tits, Cunt or Ass," which fine article is also available on this site, expressly for your reading pleasure.

Although there will (or should) be others around her (she is, after all, supposed to be flashing in public, which presupposes an audience), she shouldn't be escorted by others. She should be by herself. I mean, what exhibitionist goes out to flash others while she is accompanied by an entourage (unless maybe she's Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, or Janet Jackson)?

As you can see, I've given this matter a lot--some might say, too much--thought. What can I say? I like public nudity.

I've laid down a few rules for what shouldn't appear in photographs that depict women nude in public. What should such pictures incorporate?

As it turns out the inclusive elements are easier to cite than the exclusive ones. First of all, the model must be a looker. Whether blonde, brunette, redhead, Asian, Caucasian, African-American, or Native American, she should be beautiful, both of face and of figure. (Personally, I prefer the wholesome girl-next-door look of spicy naughtiness mixed with saucy niceness, but, then, hey, I'm gay, so real men should take my opinion in this matter, at least, with a half ton of salt. What's essential, whether a voyeur is gay or straight, male, female, or shemale, is that the nude be drop-dead gorgeous. Her body should embody beauty.)

A lot of the other pluses are just the opposites of the minuses already mentioned: the model should smile, and her smile should say, What I'm doing is naughty and forbidden, but, hey, it's fun, too; although she should be alone in the sense that she's unescorted, she should also be surrounded by others, and her audience should regard her nudity as being a bit risqué and a little bawdy; and, finally, she should adopt and maintain a posture that looks natural rather than affected.

A few other positives also come to mind, which are not merely the contraries to the aforementioned negatives. One is that the outdoors should be scenic. Why should milady be slumming when she could be enjoying the beauty of the local park or the crowded streets of a quaint mountainside village? I want, most of the time, to see blue skies, green fields, and bright flowers. If sand must be shown, then, as a rule, make it a beach, not the desert.

Being nude in public isn't a right (at least, not in most places); it's a challenge, accepted not out of a sense of duty but as a dare. The model should suggest that she knows that she could be caught red-assed, as it were, and hauled off to jail. She should be sassy and shy, daring and wary, innocent and naughty, and wholesome and lewd, all at the same time, and, most of all, she should do all this with a coy look and a saucy smile.

byCal Y. Pygia

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brandi-naked-outdoors

Tue, 15 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400

“AAAAHHH, god I’m going to come, oohh yes your hot sucking mouth feels like hot melting butter being poured over my dick, aaaahhhh”.

It was one of many mornings that Eric was woken with his sensuous wife Teresa of three years sucking his cock. She could not get enough of his 12” hard purple headed blue veined penis. Sucking his massive cock and sperm loaded balls made the already hot Teresa even hotter. Eric raised his head from the pillow, watching as his wife enjoyed swallowing down his ready to shoot dick.

“Its coming my love, ooohhh yes, aaaahhhh”

Within seconds Eric’s raging cock began to ejaculate his hot load of sperm. Teresa could not take it in fast enough as her mouth was being flooded with the hot creamy jism. It began to run out at the corners of her sweet kissable mouth. Teresa hated to loose any sperm drop and licked it up with her pink tongue. The drops she missed dripped down upon her magnificent 40DD tits. Many women have a slight sag with a 40DD bust even at 28. With Teresa there was no sag to her marvelous breasts but large silky orbs with very sensitive nipples. When she was over heated Eric sucking her nipples would give her an orgasm. Teresa loved accentuating her body by wearing half cup bras or very often being braless. It gave her tits the lift that made men turn when she walked past them. Teresa enjoyed being a cock tease wearing clothing that showed off her slim delicious body. Her daily wardrobe either consisted of a tight white blouse which displayed a deep cleavage and a four inch long mini-skirt.

“Aaaahhh my love your cock sucking leaves me so exhausted”.

“It makes me so hot” Teresa responded

“And what does it do to your cunt?”

Teresa took his hand and guided it between her delicious silky thighs.

“Feel for yourself” Eric slipped three of his fingers into her wet cunt.

“Stop playing my pet, your driving me crazy, finger fuck me, do anything”

Eric hated to see Teresa who just satisfied him being so antsy. His 12” cock became hard again and guided it between her thighs. Teresa placed her legs around his back as he fucked his dick into his wife’s beautiful wet pussy. In pumping his cock in and out, it did not take long for the morning’s second load of sperm to wash into her already dripping pussy.

God what a dripping cunt she had now.

After Eric pulled out his dick he leaned over her pussy and gave it a slow tongue bath.

“Ah fuck me with your tongue” she moaned.

He too could not get enough of orally satisfying his dream wife. Eric’s long tongue fucked in and out of her sperm loaded pussy, passing over her clit with gentle tongue jabs. Each contact brought moaning sounds from Teresa’s beautiful mouth. Her convulsions became more powerful. And then electricity brought her to another peak of a power house orgasm. Seeing Teresa’s sexual shakes, gave another rise to Eric’s cock. It grew hard quickly. Watching her enjoyment, Eric took a hold of his hard dick and gently rubbed up and down on his love object. He once again felt pearls of pre-cum on the tip of his penis. He wet down his right hand and began to masturbate. Teresa had just opened her eyes from the joy of the electric orgasm. She saw Eric masturbating. Teresa could not resist by helping him jerk off. She placed her hand over his and both were now gliding up and down on his cock that already was sucked and gave Teresa the joy of a orgasmic fuck.

“I’m going to come again my pet” Eric said in a quite voice

“Go ahead, cum for me”

Teresa leaned over his throbbing dick, guiding it to her mouth. She was not quick enough and Eric’s massive cock erupted all over her luscious face. His sperm shot at her nose, eyes, succulent mouth and what was left, Teresa took into her mouth. She sucked and sucked once again as Eric reached between her wide spread thighs. This time instead of his tongue fucking her pussy, he finger fucked her. He brought her around for the third time to a fever pitch of heat and an orgasm that left her weak. As she was convulsing, Eric also came for the third time. The sperm ran down between his legs, dripping unto his balls and then unto the sheets.

“Oh Christ that was so good my love” Eric slowly spoke in somewhat of a whisper.

Teresa agreed that it was sumptuous.

After gathering her breath and some energy Teresa rose from the bed and headed into the bathroom trying to get ready for the day at the office. Eric seeing his sexy wife entering the bathroom, could not resist and followed her in.

“We really don’t have time to play” she said in a sexy throaty voice

He did not pay attention, knowing that the sound of her voice indicated her weakening. Teresa felt Eric standing behind her. His arms surrounded her with his hands sliding down, palming her massive tits. Teresa’s nipples stiffened quickly as she leaned back against him. His hands did not stop there, but slid up and down her hot body.

“Oh god yes don’t stop” Teresa said in a chocked up voice

“Are you sure my pet”

Teresa took one of his hands and guided it between her widely spread thighs.

“Always ready aren’t you my pussy cat” Eric whispered into her right ear

Teresa did not have to be asked for a second time giving easy access to Eric’s finger. …And then one of his fingers slipped between her fleshy lips. Her vulva was hot and wet. …And then slowly pulled out his finger, knowing that she would not be happy.

“Don’t stop, pinch it, suck it, do something to my cunt” Teresa begged as her clitoris popped out from the slick sheath.

He began to kiss and lick her neck making Teresa weaker and weaker. Her resistance melted as she bends over the sink spreading her silky gorgeous legs. Her clit was now sticking out of her wet sheath and clean shaven pussy. It was stiff and a sign of her animalistic needs. Eric’s hot cock began to drip on the floor. He took his stiff throbbing penis into his hand, and made it even harder by rubbing it up and down. It seemed his 12” was more like 13”.

“Please my love don’t make me wait”

Eric now encircled her hips and held on to her tightly. She slowly raised her right leg bringing her knee to rest on the wide rimmed sink. This movement spread Teresa’s anal eye. The hole was slick and with slowness Eric would be able to fuck her asshole without hurting her.

“Slowly my love” Teresa said in a sexy quite voice

Eric would never hurt her sexually it was all love and the joy of there hot fucking. He reached into the medicine cabinet and brought out olive oil. He took a hand full and rubbed it up and down of his ready to fuck cock. His oil covered penis head finally touched her anal eye.

“AAAAHHHH, god slowly”

“Yes my love slowly”

He rubbed his cock back and forth, round in circles, bringing her anal eye into a throbbing state. And then his cock slowly entered Teresa’s most gorgeous ass. At the same time he reached again for her wet vulva and let his finger circle her popped out clit.

“I’m coming already” Teresa moaned

“So am I” Eric replied

His cock was pumping and pumping, emptying into her round luscious ass. Eric’s cock was finally empty and as he withdrew his semi-hard dick, Teresa lowered her leg slowly from the wide rim of the sink.

“Oh my love my pussy is beautifully exhausted”

“So is my cock”

It seemed not to be completely true, since Eric’s dick was still in a semi-hard state. Teresa took it in her right hand and teased it into hardness.

“I just can’t get enough of that 12” thing of yours” Teresa said with a smile.

The finally began to dress. Eric saw Teresa getting dressed in the mirror. The clothes she was putting on brought him to another hard on. Wearing a tight blouse and a short pleated mini, left nothing to the imagination. As she was bending over for her shoes, Eric snuck up quickly on her and raised her skirt.

“God I love you when you are pantiles”

He caressed her ass cheeks and swiftly shoved his middle finger thru her anal ring.

“AAAAHHH, stop”

“You are already wet my love”

Teresa spread her legs slightly, as Eric unzipped himself, pulled out his dick and guided it into her pussy doggie style.

“OOOhhh yes make me cum”

….And so Eric did.

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brandi-brings-back-marilyn

Tue, 08 May 2012 20:30:00 -0400

Actress Marilyn Monroe was born Norma Jeane Mortenson on June 1, 1926, in Los Angeles, California. During her all-too-brief life, Marilyn Monroe overcame a difficult childhood to become of the world's biggest and most enduring sex symbols. During her career, Monroe's films grossed more than $200 million. At only 36 years old, Marilyn Monroe died of a drug overdose on August 5, 1962.

Actress. Born Norma Jeane Mortenson (later baptized as Norma Jeane Baker) on June 1, 1926, in Los Angeles, California. During her all-too-brief life, Marilyn Monroe overcame a difficult childhood to become of the world's biggest and most enduring sex symbols. She never knew her father, and her mother Gladys, developed psychiatric problems and was eventually placed in a mental institution. Growing up, Monroe spent much of her time in foster care and in an orphanage. In 1937, a family friend and her husband, Grace and Doc Goddard, took care of her for a few years. But when Doc's job was transferred in 1942 to the East Coast, the couple could not afford to bring Monroe with them.

Once again, Monroe faced life in foster care. But she had one way out—get married. She wed her boyfriend Jimmy Dougherty on June 19, 1942. A merchant marine, Dougherty was later sent to the South Pacific. Monroe went to work in a munitions factory in Burbank where she was discovered by a photographer. By the time Dougherty returned in 1946, Monroe had a successful career as a model. She dreamt of becoming an actress like Jean Harlow and Lana Turner.

Her marriage fizzled out as Monroe focused more on her career. The couple divorced in 1946—the same year she signed her first movie contract. With the movie contract came a new name and image, she began calling herself "Marilyn Monroe" and dyed her hair blonde. But her acting career didn't really take off until the 1950s. Her small part in John Huston's crime drama The Asphalt Jungle (1950) garnered her a lot of attention. That same year she impressed audiences and critics alike as Claudia Caswell in All About Eve, starring Bette Davis.

In 1953, Monroe made a star-making turn in Niagara, starring as a young married woman out to kill her husband with help from her lover. The emerging sex symbol was paired with another bombshell, Jane Russell, for the musical comedy Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953). The film was a hit and Monroe continued to find success in a string of light comedic fare, such as How to Marry a Millionaire with Betty Grable and Lauren Bacall, There's No Business like Show Business (1954) with Ethel Merman and Donald O'Connor, and The Seven Year Itch (1955). With her breathy voice and hourglass figure, Monroe became a much-admired international star.

Tired of bubbly, dumb blonde roles, Monroe moved to New York City to study acting with Lee Strasberg at the Actors' Studio. She returned to the screen in the dramatic comedy Bus Stop (1956), playing a saloon singer kidnapped by a rancher who has fallen in love with her. She received mostly praise for her performance.

In 1959, Monroe returned to familiar territory with the wildly popular comedy Some Like It Hot with Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis. She played Sugar Kane Kowalczyk, a singer who hopes to marry a millionaire in this humorous film in which Lemmon and Curtis pretend to be women. They are on the run from the mob after witnessing the St. Valentine's Day Massacre and hide out with an all-girl orchestra featuring Monroe. Her work on the film earned her a Golden Globe Award for Best Actress in a Comedy.

Reunited with John Huston, Monroe starred opposite Clark Gable and Montgomery Clift in The Misfits (1961). Set in Nevada, this adventure drama features Monroe who falls for Gable's cowboy, but battles him over the fate of some wild mustangs. This was her last completed film.

In 1962, Monroe was dismissed from Something's Got to Give—also starring Dean Martin—for missing so many days of filming. According to an article in The New York Times, the actress claimed that...

Ms Love Best Teacher

Tue, 01 May 2012 19:30:00 -0400

Bruce is shocked to learn the news that Ms. Love has been recently fired. Ms. Love knows it was his big mouth that did some talking & ruined it for them. She wonders why she did it and remembers that she loves hot, young, hung, and dumb boys.

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juicy-devils

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 19:30:00 -0400

"Hello, Mrs. Robinson."

I can't stop the thrill that courses through me at the sound of the familiar deep voice. But then, I don't want to. I'm horny, and he knows.

"Hi, Jason." I turn away from my husband's tool bench in the garage. The weather is hot; summer in our town always is. Today it's at least one hundred degrees. Suddenly, it feels hotter than that.

My neighbor's son stands shirtless in the driveway; his baggy shorts hang low around trim hips. He's not wearing boxers, and a shiver races through me despite the heat. His cock, which I know to be long and thick, hangs heavily, tenting the cotton khaki of his shorts. I lick my lips.

"How are you today?" he asks, stepping into my personal space.

I look past him. His truck is the only car in the driveway next door. "Fine. My kids are napping. I just put them down."

His full mouth curves seductively at the words he'd wanted to hear. He comes closer, his powerful athlete's body rippling with muscle. I love to watch him move, watch him play. His mother is my friend. I've sat next to her at his college football games. I've sat next to his girlfriend, too.

Jason brushes past me, his shoulder deliberately skimming across my nipples, making me ache for him. He hits the remote on the wall and the door begins to lower, blocking out our neighbors. Before it's halfway down, his shorts are on the floor. By the time the door is closed, he's not the only one naked.

My blood races in my veins. I love the cock he's fisting, I love it fucking me.

His smile is smug. My desperate desire is why he comes to me. He knows how bad I want it, how deprived I am. My need strokes his ego as surely as his cock strokes my cunt.

I jump up onto the edge of the pool table and spread my legs. I'm dripping for him, and when he gets to me, he slides right in. My eyes close, relishing the feel of the hot, hard, huge cock inside me. I lift my heels to the table, opening myself completely. Leaning back on my arms, I slit my eyes to watch him. That's all the stimulation I need, the sight of his youthful body, full of grace and strength, glistening with sweat and lust as he pumps deep into me.

As he holds the edge of the table and thrusts hard and fast, his six-pack abdomen ripples with his exertions. There's no time for foreplay or finesse. There never is, but I don't want either one. I want to be fucked.

I moan; I can't help it. He feels so good. The thick head of his dick stretches, massages, and rubs the inside of me.

"Like that?" he grunts, driving deeper.

"God, yes."

I gasp, arching my hips to take more. The friction is amazing. There's nothing like the feel of being fucked by a big cock. I tell him so and he growls. He loves it when I talk dirty; his girlfriend won't. She's too young, too inhibited. I have no shame.

Sweat dampens his hair and drips down his chest. The delicious scent of hardworking male fills my nostrils. It's so unbelievably hot in my garage with the door closed. Like a sauna. He's breathing heavy, his body working hard. Jason never has any control when he takes me and I make it worse by moaning, by loving his cock as much as I do.

"I'm going to come," he warns. He fucks like a stallion and climaxes like one too--hard, deep, and copiously.

I whimper, wanting it, my nipples so hard they ache, my breasts heavy and shaking with the impact of his hips slapping against mine. His dick swells in anticipation, filling me so full he really has to work to get inside me. The pleasure is incredible.

He floods me, still fucking madly, and I orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes," I chant. The release of the sexual tension that knots my shoulders and back is so good, I shake. A moment later he stills; his head dropping forward as he catches his breath.
Five minutes later the garage door is opening and a dry, hot breeze blows in, evaporating the perspiration from our skin. The sound of an automobile door shutting nearby alerts us to arrivals.

Jason's father is home and stepping out of his car. I wave. He waves back.

"Thank you for your help, Jason," I call out as he saunters away, his back glistening in the summer sun.

He doesn't glance back. "Anytime, Mrs. Robinson."

Submitted by Sylvia Day

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Tue, 24 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400

Such a nuturing woman I am. I mean when your sons friend's look like Rocco Reed what is a woman to do? Not only is he hot but he came over really sad. He was depressed from a recent break up. I think he was looking for my son but he was gone. I could not let him leave in such a bad mood. I figured maybe talking to him I could at least get him in a better mood. After offering him something to drink I had him sit down next to me on the sofa. I let him tell me what was going on and then offered some advice. While giving his strong shoulders a nice massage I whisper in his ear that maybe it is time for him to try a real woman out. I mean, clearly these young college age chicks he is dating aren't doing it for him. I suggest a woman, perhaps more of my age would help him get over this recent break up and perhaps give him a new perspective.

Very reluctant at first, I mean I am his buddies Mom, but he can not ward off my persistent advances. I crawl over the sofa and right down on my knees between his legs. He is already hard as a rock when I reach into his pants to reveal his massive cock. I always thought he was hot, but dang I had no idea what he was packing! After he realizes this is definitely going to happen he relazes and gets his freak on. He brings what this MILF needed and then some. Peeling my clothes off he starts off on me buried between my legs. Once I am wet with anticipation of his cock entering me, he thrusts himself into me. This way, that way... oh and yes THAT way too! Click on the picture below to see the whole video.

erotic-bathing

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 19:30:00 -0400

I was away on business in London for nine days. I was due to return and then Robyn and I were due to fly to Tunisia on holiday. She had been missing me and our regular sexual activities badly. Robyn is a very curvy blonde with 38DD breasts and an insatiable appetite for sex.

Robyn really was at a loss without me but decided to just try to concentrate on her work as a secretary. And the first few days she didn't really think about it much but by the forth morning her body was starting to feel the familiar signs of sexual neglect. She awoke, alone in the bed feeling horny and frustrated and really didn't think she would be able to face the day but knew she had to go to work so she would need to. Trying to push the sexual longing to the back of her mind she showered and dressed but as she sat on the bus on her way to work she knew in her mind that it would be a struggle to keep those horny thoughts at bay all day. In her strapless cream lace bra and panties, black stockings and heels she was wearing a green skirt, cream blouse and jacket.

And as she might have expected at work she seemed so distracted with pent up sexual frustration that she couldn't seem to keep her mind on the simplest of tasks. She quickly realised that she would need to take care of herself and this was been even more apparent when her mobile phoned bleeped indicating a text message. She looked at it and read my message:

I miss you and your body, I want to taste you, to lick you to suck you and to fuck you……………………be a good girl while I’m away and see you in a few days. P

Robyn’s pussy started to moisten at my words and she knew that being a ‘good girl’ meant not have any other men while I was away but it didn’t mean she could not touch herself. At least that was how she justified it to herself and immediately her thoughts went from work to her favourite toys from the toy box under our bed. Watching the clock at work slowly ticking towards 5 pm, she passed the time thinking about all the naughty little toys she had, trying to decide which ones she would use to pleasure herself with first. Her pussy was wet just thinking about the various playthings she would have at her disposal and be totally free to use in my absence. But today was dragging and the clock was showing 1230!

My wife she couldn't take it anymore. Slipping away to the ladies loo she decided she would have to give herself some stimulation to hold her over until she could get home to the safety of our house when she could get down to some serious playing. She had never masturbated at work before but desperate times now called for desperate measures. Locking herself into a stall, she gently eased her skirt down and sat on the toilet pan with her legs slightly parted. Sliding her panties to one side her clit was already semi swollen and she knew it wouldn't take long before she had it fully engorged. Robyn had been masterbating from an early age and therefore had had years of practice and whilst she really wanted to take her time and get off slowly she knew she couldn't afford the leisure of time at work. Instead she would have to settle for some fast and furious clit fingering instead!

Sliding a finger into her wet mouth she moved it down between her legs and quickly manipulated her clit with the finger, concentrating on trying to bring herself off as quickly as possible. As she applied the necessary rotation and pressure she could feel her nipples hardening, peeking out through the bra and blouse, clearly looking for some attention as well. Pulling her blouse open she released the clip on the front and her big beautiful natural 38D’s fell from their confining cups.

Pinching one hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then the other she began to twist and tug as she frantically played with her sopping pussy. Fingering her clit faster and faster her only desire to cum quickly and get it over with. Tugging harder on her nipples and rubbing her clit faster she began to feel the familiar tingling sensation in her pussy start to intensify encouraging her to work even harder until her pussy was on fire. She could feel her orgasm getting ready to break and was concentrating on nothing but the sensation of flicking her clit back and forth and the release that was about to wash over her. Finally the sensation reached its peak and then broke as her body trembled leaving her clit extremely sensitive and throbbing as she stifled a low moan. Finally regaining her breath and with the urges under control, for the time being at least, she gave myself a few moments to calm down before returning to her desk to carry on with her work.

The rest of the day went by a little slower than she would have liked but it finally came to an end and it was time to get home for some serious solo sex in the absence of me, her husband. She literally flew out the door and walked faster than she had ever done to the bus stop, which only got her there too early for the bus, leaving her with more time to wait. She was thinking about me all alone in London, and fantasizing about what I was going to be missing out on tonight. The bus ride was long and bumpy which was not the ideal situation for a horny girl in severe need. Every bump sent shockwaves through her pussy and it started to throb again as she thought about what she would like to do during the night to come.

Arriving at the house she fumbled at the door with her keys and on the third attempt was able to unlock the door. She quickly slipped inside and locked it quickly behind herself, finally relaxing and letting her feeling of excitement and pent up frustration come to the fore. She kicked off her shoes and hit the random button on the CD player. She pulled the curtain partially closed and dimmed the lights in the house before retiring to our bedroom, a glass of wine in her hand.

Flicking on the laptop she logged into a chat room as her usual ‘Busty Blonde UK’. Almost immediately boxes started to flash up on the screen as a selection of visitors to the room attempted to get her attention with such classic lines as;
‘Where in the UK?’
‘Want me to help you undress?’
‘How gig are your tits?’
‘You like black meat?’
Smiling she ignored them all. She was waiting for someone special to log in. She was waiting for me as ‘Cornish Pete’ to come online and if I didn’t then she would just have to play by herself.

Reaching below the bed my wife retrieved her toy box and placed it within easy reach on the coffee table. Then she got the full-length mirror positioning it so she would be able to watch as she pleasured herself. I knew that Robyn always loved to watch herself as she brought herself off aswell as watching us in the mirror as we fucked. And in both instances there was something about watching that really turned us both on and heightened the experience. She sipped her wine as she opened the toy box and gazed upon the small collection of toys that lay within, wondering which to begin with and which to leave for the big finale!

Standing up in front of the mirror she slowly began to undress. First undoing the buttons of her over-tight cream blouse one by one until it fell open displaying her beautiful huge breasts encased in the tight cream lace bra. Unzipping the skirt she let it fall to the floor at the same time shrugging off the blouse to leave her standing in only her overflowing bra, matching panties, hold up stockings and heels.

Very slowly and excitedly she ran her warm hands up and down her own body enjoying the feel of her soft skin and imagining they were my hands, gently caressing herself with just the tips of the fingers like I do so well. Eventually she began to caress and massage her magnificent breasts through the lacy fabric of the bra. This caused her over-sensitive nipples to rub against the material. With circular motions she teased her nipples until they were rock hard and straining against her bra practically begging to be released. Reaching up the front into her deep cleavage she unsnapped the bra and let it fall to her feet.

Robyn now admired her image as her big fat soft tits hung heavy, the nipples pink and standing at full attention as she lifted her arms above her head so her breasts would stand full and proud. She thought of how, I and many other men had enjoyed the sight and feel and touch of these magnificent beauties and how much she loved to have them touched and licked and kissed and of course fucked!

As she watched herself in the mirror she cupped one full breast in her hand and raised it up. She bent her head and gently circled the hard nub with her tongue before flicking the rigid tip. Feeling the exquisite sensation of her tongue sending electrical pulses through the nipple and breast, finally she sucked her excited nipple into her hot wet mouth and then began to suck harder and harder. This sensation and watching herself in the mirror was really starting to turn her on. Releasing the wet bud from her gorgeous full lips she repeated the same process on her other huge melon while her other hand tweaked and teased the nipple of the other breast. She was finding the image extremely hot and her pussy was responding by dampening the crotch of her panties as she moaned softly while sucking. She thought of me, her husband, and how I adored seeing her doing what she was doing now. That thought made her cunt even damper.

When both nipples were wet and slippery from her wet mouth and tongue she reached into the little toy box and pulled out a set of nipple clamps that were attached by a silver ball chain. This was my wife’s new toy that she couldn’t wait to show me when I arrived back home. She knew that I had never seen this particular toy wondered what I would think of it. Smiling at the thought, she grasped one hard nipple between thumb and forefinger and tugged so that it was stretched to its limit and slipped the rubber tipped clamp around it and released the clamp. She literally gasped as the clamp squeezed her sensitive nipple applying the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Doing the same to her other nipple she dropped her hands to see how it looked in the mirror.

Looking at herself in cream lace panties, black lace top hold ups and heels with her full tits hanging down, nipples so sensitive and erect and now each one clamped with the silver ball chain dangling down between them. Smiling she knew she looked fucking hot and she knew that I would love the sight that she was gazing at, if only I was there with her!

She stood posing before the mirror admiring her display of heavenly breast torture and reached down slowly running her hands over her belly until they were down between her legs. Parting them slightly she placed a finger on the damp fabric of her panties and pushing gently inwards as she teased her swollen clit through the fabric. She was breathing deeply, her breasts moving up and down as she did. She knew that she could take no more self-teasing and it was time for some real self satisfaction. Sliding her panties down over her stocking clad legs she removed them and lifted them up to her face. Still looking at her chained breasts she sniffed in deeply at the wet crotch of her panties, inhaling the musky scent of her dripping pussy before dropping them to the floor. And with every movement the clamps tugged on her nipples sending sensations of pleasure and arousal straight through her heavy udders and down into her hot dripping pussy.

Finally leaning back and positioning herself on the bed with her back against the pillows, she spread her legs wide adjusting herself until she had a perfect view in the mirror. She began by lightly running her finger tips down over her stocking-clad thighs and up to the laced tops before brushing them softly over her creamy thighs and closer to her honey pot.

With both hand either side of her pussy looking into the mirror she gently eased the pussy lips apart to expose her swollen clit. Smiling with a look of pure lust in her eyes she ran her fingers all around her excited clit before slipping a finger deep into her very wet pussy. Her hole seemed so hot and wet her finger slipped in easily but the feeling of arousal that she was now feeling just left her needing more. Inserting another finger in she started to manipulate her hand as she started to finger fuck herself. She widened her legs further with her feet on the bed and continued with the insertion of a third finger as her thumb brushed her engorged clit. Continuing to slide her fingers in and out of her hot hole, the feelings of arousal continued to build. She finally released her fingers from their hot wet captor with them now coated with her cunt juices. Looking directly at herself in the mirror she brought her fingers up to her face and deeply inhaled on the scent before flicking out a tentative tongue to taste her own cum.

Enjoying the taste of her own juices and gazing at the image in the mirror she wrapped her lips around her fingers, sucking and licking the wetness off. With her other hand she entwined a finger in the chain hanging between her breasts and tugged it gently feeling it pull on her nipples. The clamps attached tightened sending more shockwaves throughout her body. Squealing with delight she was now panting like a baby and took another large swig of wine before letting some dribble out of her mouth seductively down onto her breasts. She watched as it ran down through her deep cleavage and over her tummy down onto the swollen lips of her juicy pussy. She imagined my tongue licking at lapping at the wine.

As she lifted one breast to lick the wine off she knew this would have the desired effect again as it stretched the chain between the breast in her hand and the one that remained in place as the chain pulled tight and the nipples clamps tightened around her sensitive nipples once again giving her a gorgeous mix of pain and real pleasure. She repeated this with the other breast trying to tighten the chain as much as possible for maximum effect. She finally lay back breathing deeply for a moment just to catch her breath and glanced across at the laptop. ‘Cornish Pete’ was still not on and there were no others worth talking to.

Robyn rummaged through her toy box once again until she found some bottles of oil. Spreading her pussy lips she let a few cold drops drip out of one of the bottles down onto her engorged clit. She massaged it in with her fingertips smearing the oil on her fingers and hand in order to finger fuck herself properly.

Sitting back and gazing at the sight of herself in the mirror she slid three oily fingers in and out of her tight hole as her thumb massaged her clit. Once she was satisfied her pussy was sufficiently well oiled she went back to her little box of goodies and selected the next toy to be used. Initially she pulled out the large black 10” dildo but dropped it on the bed before picking up the pink rampant rabbit with the clit stimulator base. She smiled to herself as she ran her oily hands up and down the thick shaft of the toy. Turning it on low to begin with she gently slid it back and forth between her legs to get the feel of it before gently easing towards her tight little hole. She ran it seductively and teasingly up over her clit causing a sensation that made her body tremble in anticipation. Lying back against the pillows she closed her eyes and kept the rabbit in place against her clit fantasizing that it was me, her husband who was lapping at pussy urging her juices to flow before I slid my rock hard cock inside her.

Faster and faster she rubbed her little battery-operated friend until her clit became overly sensitive. Eyes still closed and nipples still out on stalks in their holding clamps and thinking of my hard cock, she slowly inserted the rabbit into her pussy. She felt it go inside and immediately slid it all the way in. The clit stimulator on the side just touched her clit and vibrated gently against it. She gasped again and pulling the toy almost all the way out she teased her hole with just the very tip.

Turning it gently she increased the vibration speed all the way up to high and reinserting the toy inside herself she started to thrust it in and out of her pussy. The tip of it just was hitting her G-Spot and the clit stimulator touched her clit more frequently. Opening her eyes she watched in the mirror as she slid the vibrator in and out of her hot wet fanny, the view increasing her excitement even further. As she continued to thrust the little toy into herself she ground her hips and pussy down onto it allowing the stimulation to sit directly against her clit for longer periods which was driving her wild.

As she fucked her pussy harder and faster she reached across the bed and lifted the black cock shaped jelly dildo. It was just the right size! Watching herself in the mirror she ran the tip of the dildo cock across her lips enjoying the feel of a cock even if it wasn't real. Pulling the rabbit in and out of her pussy while she sucked and licked the dildo was an awesome sight as she watched herself being fucked by herself in the mirror.

Slowing down she removed the rabbit and replaced it with a slightly smaller thinner pink machine with a bent head. She flicked it onto full speed and ran the head all over her pussy lips teasing her hole with it. She knew the best way to get the right effect and turning around she got onto her knees on the bed. Gyrating against the vibrator head she let it continue to stimulate her cunt but did not slip it in right away.

Instead she teased her pussy, wanting the pleasure to go on and on for ages, knowing that once she inserted her favourite toy there would be no going back and the feeling that she would experience would push her right over the edge. Rubbing it back and forth against her soaking pussy lips she looked into the mirror watching as her huge dangling breasts hung low with the chain swaying as she moved.

And finally she allowed the head of the toy to slip inside and almost immediately it hit her G-Spot with series of vibrations. This almost put her over the edge but she continued to fuck herself in this manner, allowing it to slide out to stimulate her clit before plunging back inside. The chain to her nipple clamps swayed and applied more pressure on the hardened nipples as her heavy breasts hung low as she rode the vibrator faster, and with more urgency. She could feel the tension inside start to build and knew if she kept it up she would be squirting her juices all over the bed. But she wanted these feelings of sheer pleasure to last for longer so she slowed the pace down again.

Moving, she sat back down on the bed spreading her legs and began to fuck herself again slowly with her pink toy. Picking up the black dildo again she pretended once again that it was my cock and running her tongue up and down the shaft she flicked it with her tongue across the head before engulfing the thick rubber cock into her hot mouth. Watching herself in the mirror she slid the dildo in and out of her mouth softly moaning around the fake cock. The thoughts of my cock and her own actions were making her even hornier. Taking more into her mouth then pushing it in as deep as she could she almost gagged before releasing it and sliding it back in until the helmet shaped tip was touching the roof of her mouth. Manipulating the vibrator in with the bent head reaching her G-Spot again she immediately felt the tension that had abated start to build up again.

Releasing the dildo from her gorgeous wet mouth and smiling to herself she left the vibrator in her tight hole clamping it in place with her pussy muscles tightened around the shaft. The feelings she had built up with her own actions and the images in the mirror had put her on the edge now. Finishing her glass of wine she decided it was time. She couldn’t wait any longer to please herself to the climax. She knew that it was time that she would have to let herself cum. And what a cum this would be!

Placing a hand around the end of the vibrator and another on the chain between the clamps on her nipples she gently pulled the chain out to the front which pulled her nipples out further. This in turn caused the clamps to become tighter creating an exquisite feeling of that pleasure/pain mix that felt so good to her. Whilst doing this she started to plunge the curved headed vibrator into her dripping pussy faster and faster, thrusting the toy in and out of her wet hole with it plunging against her G- Spot on each entry.

And suddenly, it happened! My wife knew it would and she couldn’t wait. Her body tightened and electric pulses seemed to send shock waves all around her whole being. She let out an involuntary scream as her body was covered in goose pimples! Her clamped nipples throbbed and her hot pussy almost exploded as she felt the dam inside her tight hole begin to burst. Watching her pussy intently in the mirror she pulled the vibrator out and watched in amazement as her juices started to squirt out of her hole with such force it splashed across the bed with droplets of her nectar. And the feeling continued for ages, wave after wave and splash after splash as she squirted out.

Robyn’s nipples in their clamps were now causing more pain than pleasure so she released them from their captors and gently lifted each reddened nipple to kiss it. She gently lapped with her wet tongue at each before releasing them both to let them hang free. Spreading her legs wide she lifted the black rubber dildo cock and began rubbing the head against her dripping hole before slowly inserting it wishing it was my thick cock instead of just the rubber toy.

She watched in the mirror as the rubber dick disappeared inside, slowly and gently, inch by inch, filling her sodden pussy canal to perfection. Holding one hand on the end of the toy she started to slide it out and then back in fucking herself slowly at first. She was enjoying the feel of her pussy being violated and filled up with this imitation cock and continued to slide the dildo in and out clenching her cunt muscles around it on every upward stroke to intensify the feelings. She built up the momentum a little at a time until she was fucking herself like the cock-starved woman she was. Pounding her pussy mercilessly she slid the black rubber cock in and out of her soaked cunt at a furious pace.

The entire time she was fantasizing that it was my cock invading her hot cunt and bringing her to another squirting orgasm. She could feel the tension start to build again as she fucked herself and knew she would be cumming again in no time. Trying so hard to keep the frantic rhythm going she could tell she was on the verge of cumming again and this felt like it would be even bigger climax than earlier.

She watched as the cock slid in and out by her own sweet hand and relished the feeling of the rubber monster filling her up to the brim each time it plunged up into her tight wet tunnel. At the last possible minute she pulled the dildo out and watched again as she squirted all over the place writhing around on the bed. And as soon as her juices stopped flowing she drove the dildo excitedly back into her pussy and continued where she had left off fucking herself hard and fast and it didn't take long before she felt the need to cum again.

But this time she kept fucking herself with the thick black dick until another orgasm shot through her body making her nipples stand on end as every nerve ending in her body seemed to explode all at once. And she felt herself squirt her hot juices all over the hot rubber toy still embedded inside her. She pulled the dripping toy out of herself and felt her juices run down the crack of her arse soaking into the already drenched bedding and dripping off the dildo.

Greedily she wrapped her lips around the cum-covered dildo and proceeded to suck it clean as she continued to lightly tease her red swollen clit with her fingers bringing the solo sex show to an end. Laying back and closing her eyes she imagined what I, her husband would have made of what she had just done to herself. She had certainly been pleasuring her own beautiful body in every way possible. She continued to enjoy the pulsating and throbbing feeling deep inside her pussy that was finally satisfied for the time being. It was definitely a good session but she still hoped I would hurry home and service her in the way only I could with my tongue and lips and hands and body and cock.

Glancing over at the laptop dreamily she saw that ‘Cornish-Pete’ had come online. Excitedly she sat up and clicked the box to reply to my greeting.
“Hey Baby”
“Hi Sugar, you been up to anything nice while I am away?”
Robyn giggled, “Well, I have just been playing with my toy box, darling.”

Sitting in the hotel room in front of my laptop, I tapped out a reply.
“I know you have, Robyn!”
“What?......................! How?”
“Look over at the wardrobe!” I typed
Her eyes follow my guidance,
“At the gap on the left”
“Yes”
“See the small red light?”
“Oh! Yes!”
“That’s a webcam I set up before I left so I wouldn’t miss you too much!”
“Oh, fuck!”
“But I have just seen the most beautiful erotic and fucking sexy show I have ever experienced, Robyn, with you playing with your toys!” I Paused “And like you I have been playing solo and cum 3 times during your show, baby!”

I watched through the webcam as my wife Robyn, rolled about on the bed laughing and pointing up at the camera before blowing me a kiss and licking her lips seductively. “Miss you!” She mouthed to the camera.

I smiled as I looked down at my naked body with my hard cock, balls, tummy and chest all covered in thick white sticky cum.

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emma-is-tonights-girlfriend

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0400

A while ago I spun a little fantasy about what might happen if I followed through on a half-baked plan to go to a private modeling studio and get a two-girl show. Of course, since it was just a fantasy, I indulged myself and came up with an unlikely scenario that essentially turned a lesbian show into a three-way fuck. The idea that the fantasy was actually achievable is quite a turn on for me, and I hope for my readers! Therefore, I've decided to spin another tale, another potentially real-life situation.

Just to give some background to those who missed my first tale, I'm a guy with an obsession with lesbian sex and a frigid wife. Not that I expect my wife to invite another woman into our bed, I'd just like her to enjoy plain old recreational sex. We get frisky every month or so, and she pretty much just lies there, won't try anything the least bit exotic, and doesn't seem to have a single erogenous zone on her entire body. For someone like me, who still has an eighteen-year-old libedo in a thirty-year-old shell, that's just not good enough! So, I spend a lot of time on the internet jerking off, and lately I've become more and more interested in the idea of going out and getting from a pro what my wife won't give me.

One way I could achieve this, it occurs to me, is to go on a business trip somewhere where prostitution is legal. The company I work for has offices in Florida, Vegas, and New Orleans, and while I'm not completely sure of the legality of whoring in such places, I know that it is definitely available. So, dear readers, indulge me if you will in another fantasy episode, one where I find myself with an overnight layover in Las Vegas...

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"So there's no flights out to Houston until morning, what with all the rain. I'm stuck here for the night."

"Oh, poor you," my wife said half-mockingly over the phone. "Trapped in Las Vegas all by yourself. Whatever will you do?"

Nothing you'll ever find out about, I thought to myself. "Well, I might go drop twenty or forty bucks on a blackjack table, but I'm actually pretty tired. I'll probably be in bed before eleven."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then. Love you!"

"I love you too," I said truthfully. (As a side note, I do love my wife dearly. Except for the sex thing, she's everything I could ever want in a woman. But don't be too quick to condemn me as a jerk and a cad until you've been as frustrated as I, having tried for five years to spice up the sex life and had it all go to nothing.)

I hung up the phone. Unfortunately, I didn't really have much in the way of spending cash - I hadn't come to Vegas expecting to stay more than an hour between flights. The forty I intended to gamble could have bought me a cover charge and a lapdance, but that was about it, and that just wouldn't be good enough. I couldn't use a credit card - my wife does the finances. So, the only hope I had of turning my layover into a lay was to get lucky at the tables.

To make a long story short, I left the blackjack table with a little over $800 in my pocket. Luck had indeed smiled on me!

Anyone who's been to Vegas knows that it's easy to find adult entertainment; you just walk down the strip and collect flyers that people pass out on the street corners. By the time I'd strolled from the Excalibur to the Stratosphere, I had an impressive stack. I took the monorail back to my hotel and started flipping through them, looking for something that sounded fun. I also wanted to make sure I didn't get hit with a scam, and this is where my experience surfing the net for porn came in handy - many of the ads had pictures I recognized as being professional porn stars, not escorts, so I dismissed them out of hand (if they were dishonest about their pictures, who knew what else they lied about?). I avoided the ones that were way too expensive, as I wanted to make sure I had some money to tip for extra services. I thought long and hard (pun intended) about hiring two girls, but there would be an occasion for that later and I thought it best to proceed a step at a time.

I eventually found what I was looking for, an "escort service" that charged $300 for a two-hour session. I figured that that would leave me with plenty left over for a tip and some extra cash to bring home. They also had a website, which I accessed with my laptop and found some pictures of the girls that looked realistic enough that I felt I wouldn't get scammed. It sounded like I'd found my entertainment for the evening! The thrill of excitement and anticipation made my heart pound as I dialed the number from my bed.

I got a recording. "Good evening, and thank you for calling Diana's Vegas Escorts. In a moment, you will be connected to one of our operators. Please note that you must be eighteen years of age to use our services, and that all information is held in the strictest confidence. Stay on the line... we'll be with you shortly."

The voice was breathy and sensuous, enough to let me know that I had found a genuine "full service" escort agency and not one that actually provided a professional no-funny-business date for the evening. I waited with my mouth growing dry and my cock twisting in my pants.

"Hello, Diane's Vegas Escorts. This is Veronica, may I help you?"

I tried to swallow, but there was nothing there. "Hi, I'd like to request an escort for the evening, please."

"Certainly. May I have your credit card information for age verification and to hold your appointment?"

I had expected this, but it made me nervous - the wife might see the records. "Is the billing discreet?" I asked.

"Of course, all billing is done under the name of DVS Services and looks exactly like an ATM charge. We will run your card for the amount of twenty-one dollars so that it appears you simply withdrew that from your account in cash, and you may deduct the twenty from the service charge if you wish."

forest-pixies-at-play

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 18:00:00 -0400

Although I have been with several women during my over forty years, including my first childish exploration with my best friend; I have only had what I would consider a couple of lesbian experience. The reason I make this seemingly meaningless distinction is that for the most part all of my experiences with women have been about entertaining men; either theirs or mine. Yet in keeping with those first fumbling explorations when I was young, I have on a couple of occasions deepened my friendship by sharing sexual intimacy as well.

It may seem funny, but just as I have a type of men that attract me (dark black, stocky and shaved heads); I also have a certain type of women. My friends and lovers have always been a tad overweight with long dark hair and absolutely huge breasts. My jest about that is that I want to be able to suffocate happily between their tits. Joy was no different.

I had met her through a guy that I was dating at the time. In fact, she was the only good thing that came out of that two month encounter. From the moment he introduced us, we became good friends. The best thing about her was that like me she analyzed and examined all of her actions and reactions for their root causes and hidden agendas. I have met only a handful of people during my life with such an open and honest self exploration. When many women shared friendships centered on shopping, pampering trips to the salon or long lunches, ours often featured hours long conversations about how our childhood experiences were affecting our current relationships. In many ways, it was for us both like having a trusted therapist...without the cost and perhaps with a great deal more openness and honesty.

Our first sexual experimentation was for the benefit of her 'boyfriend.' I use quotes because she did not have any strong emotional ties to him such as would befit such a familiar term. He was merely the person that she saw and screwed at the moment. He bought a special three-day package in Las Vegas over the long Labour Day weekend. She did not really want to be alone with him for that whole time, so she invited me as well.

They room had huge sunken tub that was definitely large enough for two. And two was what it had that first night: Joy and I. As her friend played with his latest expensive toy, a new video camera, we climbed together into that sunken tub. Those breasts were definitely the type that floated on the water. I remember the thrill of touching them. Joy's breasts were particularly sensitive. We kissed too. I have to say that other than my husband all of my best kisses have always been with other women. Perhaps that is one area where the intimacy and softness of another woman is difficult to match. I actually still have a copy of that tape; and last I heard so did Joy.

Later on we played similar games for more than one of my lovers, including the hilarious time that she thought my lover had torn off a piece of her tonsils during a blowjob. I, of course, knew better simply because his cock was not large enough to reach anyone's tonsils let alone tear them. For the most part it was simply a game that we played for the men in our lives; since most men have the fantasy of two women at once. But the analytical part of our minds were always amazed that few men actually knew what to do in the situation. In fact in the two years we played that game, few would more accurately be described as none of the half a dozen or so that we gifted with those special performances.

But actually the experience that I will always remember was the one without an audience. We had discovered a joint that my then roommate had left in the bathroom. I was actually moving out in a few days into my own studio apartment and that joint had been there since I had moved in three months before. So we figured it was unlikely that he would notice it missing since he had most likely long since forgotten its existence. So we sat on the large futon mattress that served as my bed at the time and lit the joint. Now while we were both somewhat regular drinkers at the time, we were not accustomed to drugs: any drugs, even marijuana. So it had a profound effect on our systems. We got silly; laughing and giggling about the least little thing.

We started to talk about that first time, months earlier in Las Vegas. The drug was also making us incredibly horny and lowering our inhibitions. I think the reason that we had not acted upon our feelings before was because neither of us wanted to consider that we might be truly bi-sexual; let alone lesbian. But the drugs were washing away those reservations as we began to kiss slowly. Joy has spectacular lips: so soft and full. She also knows how to use them; her kisses deep, sweet and never too wet. We must have kissed for five minutes or more.

Of course, I simply had to touch those breasts. If I were a man, there is no doubt: I would be the biggest tit man on the planet. Now Joy's breasts are so large that it is virtually impossible for her to find a bra that does not look like some industrial strength 'boulder holder' as she called them. The one that she wore this night was no different: plain white cotton with wide straps and an underwire. It did not matter to me; it was what was inside that held my fascination, those 44E creamy white tits. I released the clasp on the back. Where a normal bra is held together with two or perhaps three hooks and eyes, these things relied upon six to support the weight. I am not sure how any man unfamiliar with the workings of female lingerie would ever manage to successfully open such a clasp.

When I pushed the offensive material aside, my hands came up to cup and tenderly weigh them. I am sure that my eyes had the same brightness of a child on Christmas morning. I spent a long time just touching, licking and sucking those breasts. I actually mimicked my words; burying my face between the twin globes and inhaling deeply. At that moment, I was so content that I could have died happily; smothered between those huge white tits.

Unfortunately, the joint ran out and so too did our courage. It would make a better story of course if I had continued the play until she opened her soft thighs inviting me to once again taste that sweet pussy. But as I said, we both had this hang up that eating pussy without a man watching would somehow make us lesbians. So instead we shared an amazingly erotic evening of kissing, touching and playing without fully consummating the act. We finally fell asleep a couple of hours later in one another's arms. That in itself was an unusually intimate act at a time in my life when I rarely allowed lovers to actually sleep in my bed; and never cuddled with anyone. But then again Joy always was a special friend; she still is.

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