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Thursday, September 30, 2010

This is my final plea....

I started this contest because I thought it would be fun, and I was super excited to read all your stories. I still only have one entry with the promise of one more. With three days left I'm asking one more time that some of you write entries. It's fun! I promise, and it doesn't even hurt.... unless you want it to.

So the lipstick vibe I picked out came in the mail yesterday. Since the sister's were visiting again (they are at my house a lot lately) it's still in it's box under my bed. But I'm excited. I mean, I guess if no one else enters I'm just giving Nanny a gift. And she's probably got more toys than she needs, but hey. I still love the idea of it, it's fun. I may have to come up with more little themes like this. If nothing else they make fun categories for my own stories.

I almost revived my old blog today, the one that says hey my name is... and pretty much turned into an online journal. I decided that this is just so much more fun and deleted the thing into cyber-oblivion. Then there was the old twitter account, the one that any of my friends could find and was super boring because my pastor was following me. Deleted.

So I'm feeling... I don't know, less concerned somehow. I really don't feel like writing today. I'm tired, it's been busy and my friend is sad. It makes me less perky knowing she's not happy.

So here it is, my final plea for entries! Click on the button and follow the instructions, you know you wanna!

E-lust #20

Photo courtesy of Dangerous Lilly

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #21? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

On Making Sex Last: Cheerleading & Open Relationships - as long as the possession stuff can be fun and consensual, and not interfering with each other’s sovereignty, I think the two—cheerleading and possession—aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive.

Owned - I had almost forgotten that while here, with him, I was HIS plaything. I was OWNED by him. We had discussed this. I knew the rules. I must not forget again.

The sheer indecency of what we are doing - Is he looking for what I’m looking for? Surely so—all men want that, don’t they? A flaming succubus that comes only in the dark to bring unworldly pleasures and leave behind strange lingering dreams that spice their dutiful daytime lives.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Stop Hating on Campus Sex Education - Clearly, there is a need for this education, because if it doesn’t come from sexuality educators, it comes from word of mouth (which can often provide incorrect information), or from the internet, or from trial and error.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Is it Really "Strange" Sex?

See also: Pleasurists #96 and #97 for all your sex toy review needs.

Kink & Fetish

A teabreak tawsing
Blow job
Caribbean Screw
His evil twin
My adventure in subbing continues
My Big Pink Robot
Play Party!
Sisters unite for the MFW, part 2
The one with the Violet Wand
Turning Lemons into Lemonade
Wanton Wednesday: Bitten

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Cunning Linguists Are We: Cunnilingus 101
Crushing Swingerphobia by Hitting the Club
Coming Out & Invisible Illness
Hold Up Stockings
My First Grue in Review
NSE – New Swinger Energy
Relationships and Emotions
Sadie's Thoughts on Cheating. Confession #507
Three’s Company, Too – Dreaming of the Multi-Relationship Home
The Sisterhood
Thoughts on bisexuality and visibility
When I'm Done With Crying...
Why Lie, Why Cheat?

Erotic Writing

A Raise
Any Idea?
Building the Anticipation
Coming Back to Me
Extraordinary Uses for Ordinary Objects
"Enslaved The Story of Jen" Chapter 13
Fantasy: Waking Up
Hotel windows...
I Give Good Head
Lipstick Kisses
Like Mother, Like Daughter
My first little girly night
One Night With NSVG
Oh, What a Night!
Something in the Air
sacks, part one
The Quick Ebony Fux
up lateish

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Don't look at me like that!

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It's Wicked Wednesday over at Bad Girl Bloggers. The rules for linking up are pretty simple. Share a wickedly awesome story and join the fun. I was thinking again this week, what can I talk about that I haven't talked about before? I tried telling you guys once about my 'Pole Dancing' fiasco, but I got rid of it, cause I wasn't happy with my story-telling abilities that day, and I figured, meh. Just trash it.

So I'll try again, cause really, it's pretty funny.

I met my girl J and my current group of friends about a year and a half ago. I met them through the bitch that I regularly rant about in these pages. I feel like I should give her a name or something, but 'that bitch' will just have to do. So I met up with everyone and it seems like we may have one the whole dinner one place drinks at another deal, but I can't quite remember. What I do remember is that we went to this bar that sit beneath one of the local restaurants, and they had the best wine! I mean really, it was good, good wine. I had like, four or five glasses. It's also possible that at that point I hadn't had very much to drink for the six months or so prior to our little outing.

There was a local band playing. No hotties, but the music was great. I loved it. Now once again, I can't remember exactly when he showed up, but there is this guy. He's a good friend of J's and this was one of the first few times I'd met him. He introduced himself to me at least 3 times before recognizing my face, and I'm pretty sure it took him three months to remember my name. The point though, is that he's hot. A few of my friends claim they don't see it, but I think they're lying. They don't want to admit that, like myself, they are detrimentally attracted to a self-proclaimed ladies man who has slept with only God knows how many women. So I drank, a lot. I wanted to get laid, and I didn't want to feel bad about it.

Now, also important is that I'd been pining over the other M for a couple of years and he'd recently gotten engaged to a girl who was only moderately pretty and had tons of baggage. I was looking to get under someone fast, because this was probably the point at which I decided that I was done looking for a 'good guy' and I was just going to take whatever the universe threw at me for a while.

So yeah, five drinks in, and as I mentioned this is a basement type place so it's really hot in there. I recruited a few of my new friends to walk outside with me and get some air. So we walk outside and chat. I leaned up against a pole for balance. (I mentioned all the drinking right?) So at this point I've loving my new friends because they think I'm wildly funny. I had no idea I was that witty. A little while later we went back inside to gather the group and head home. I'd driven us there, but J drove us home. In the backseat of my own car with that bitch and WB boy I lamented my single status and went on and on about how I just wanted to get laid.

I also railed on the other M's fiance and mentioned that I thought the ladies' man was hot. My friend learned a lot about me that night. At some point during my drunken oversharing, one of my stripper songs comes on her radio, or from a CD, I don't know, and J, or maybe it was Ash, suggested I dance on a pole to that song. I'm pretty sure that was when they told me I'd been gyrating on the pole that was 'holding me up' outside the bar. I crashed in a spare room that night, and woke up with a crazy hangover. To this day, I haven't live the pole dancing down. When I drink and one of my 'Stripper Songs' comes on, J or Ash are uick to find the nearest pillar, post, or pole and simply gesture for me have at it.

I don't have fuzzy dice or air freshener on my rearview mirror. I have a little bodice ornament that simply says, "When she was good she was very good, but when she was bad she was even better." I love it. I believe it. Life is made fun by all the drunken nights, and making a fool of yourself every now and then is good for the soul I think. :)

Ok, so the Naughty List! The rules here are simple too, you simply list three naught things you've done. It could be last year, last week or this morning, and then answer the questions and link-up.

1) I was very guilty of the "If I can't have him I don't want you to have him" mentality this weekend. I was super jealous of the friend I reference in FYF and when I got the news that it might not work out, I did a little happy dance inside.... I'm such a bad friend!

2) B, the scared boy from a month or so back? Apparently he's been dealing with his ex and probably was even then. He posted a very sad and dejected 'it's over' status on FB last night, and yes, I laughed. Whatever, It's what the little fucker gets.

3) I took J all over town to three sex toys shops looking for a lipstick vibe for the prize package, and I parked my church's bumper sticker right in front of the places. It wasn't intentionally naughty, but I realized later that my car is pretty distinguishable. It made me laugh Sunday morning to think that anyone in that congregation could've seen me and was likely saying a prayer for me at that point.

This Week's Questions!
1. When did you first realize you had a naughty streak?
2. Have you ever stolen anything? What? why?
3. Have you ever cheated at anything?
4. Your most used position for sex?
5. One place or thing that's in your fantasies but rarely or never in your sex life.

My Answers:
1. Well, I've been masturbating since I was in grammar school. Have no idea when most girls start, but I'm thinking 7 or 8 is pretty young. In my profession we would assume that meant I had been abused, but nope. I just knew it felt good ;)
2. You mean like someone's boyfriend? ;) Can we really call it stealing when they come willingly?
3. I cheated in school, of course I was the nerd that was shifting the paper so her friend could see. I also did the group cheating in college, and while I've never cheated on a boyfriend, I have been the other girl before.
4. *grumbling* it's been too long. BUT, I'd have to say on my back with my feet hooked over his shoulders. I'm sure cosmo has given it a name but I just call it, "oh-my-god".
5. I want to have sex in public. Maybe just semi-public, because I don't want to get arrested, but I really do want to get on somewhere that I could theoretically get caught. Doing it outside would be good too.

OK Guys! Check out the Hostesses and all the other Bad-Asses out there today!

Happy Hump Day!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Who can afford to be beautiful?

Have you ever paid attention to the price tag on beauty these days? I'm not even talking about plastic surgery, I'm talking about basic up-keep. It's expensive to stay 'beautiful' these days. I mean, Most of us don't roll out of bed looking like a celebrity, it takes some effort to look good.

In college they tell you that the average college grad makes $30-40,000 a year. Um *hand raised* excuse me? You lied! Around here as far as I can tell the average college grad with a basic four-year degree will be lucky to start around $28,000 a year, about $1750 take home. Assume living expenses run around $700-$800 a month. Have a roommate? Ok, make it $500. Car Payment, Student Loans for that Degree, then there's the credit card debt from college because you thought that plastic money was free, add about $500-600 in some type of debt. We drive to work, no public transportation in the sticks, so you have gas money. If you're single, you eat out more often than not. You do something other than work all day? Ok add about $50 or so for that hobby. All work, no play? Then that $50 is for your therapist. Some of us have both on occassion.

The average single girl college grad around here probably has about $200-$300 a month in spending money. this includes, clothes, concerts, night-outs, and- of course- beauty treatments.

I'm a southern girl and, cancer or not, we like to be bronzed. Tanning around here (and it's small town prices, so yours are probably higher) will run you at least $35 a month.

We also like our nails. We'd prefer fake nails, meaning $40-50 for the initial set and $20-30 every three weeks for about three months, then we start over. But for the sake of argument, let's say we could live with a basic mani/pedi and only every other week. Consider that we get our eyebrows waxed while we're there and we've reached $80 a month, easily. That doesn't include tip.

Then you have the salon. Now I'm a brunette, so for quite some time my natural color suited me just fine. Until now. Now, my 26 year old too-young-for-this self is getting gray. It ain't a little bit, and it ain't pretty. So let's say that you go to the salon every six weeks for a cut and color. We aren't going to pretend that you go home with a wet head to save $10 either. Over the course of a year, that averages out to about $40 a month, and once again, doesn't include tip.

How about waxing? Because these days everyone seems to be paying for that too. Around here a typical bikini wax will run you about $30. They generally suggest every 2-3 weeks. For the sake of argument we'll go with 3 weeks and over the course of a year that will cost you right at $45 a month.

Do you see where this train is going? Imaginary woman here is up to $200 a month in Small Town, South Carolina and we haven't even thrown in extras. I mean throw an extra $5 in there for a Cosmo Magazine cause otherwise she's going to forget something!

If our girl here is over weight add $30 for Weight Watchers and $35 for the gym membership. Wanna figure out how much it will cost to keep her wardrobe up to date? I don't.

I wait until the last minute to cut my hair. My hair dresser sees me about three times a year, and my hair color comes in a box. I don't have fake nails and basic mani/pedis are an occasional treat. I hate razor burn, but I get it, cause paying to get waxed isn't an option for me. Tanning bed? Forget about it! I definitely can't afford it anymore, even though I love laying in the heat for a cat nap! I spend as much time outside as I can in the summer and I've always figured if a guy was lucky enough to see my tan lines, he'd best be smart enough to keep his mouth shut about them.

Just a thought, we pay a lot to keep ourselves 'kept-up' as my grandmother would say.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Lelo Mia Review/Testimonal

So, I signed up for the Ambassador Program at Edenfantasys. I've been interested in doing reviews since I started this blog but I was at a loss as to how to get started. This program is great for getting your feet wet... among other parts of your body :)

So, for my first review/testimonial I picked the Lelo Mia. I have several Lelo products on my wishlist, and since I've got this whole lipstick theme going on, it seemed like a great product to try. I'm so glad I did!

The entire process of getting signed up was easy. I simply created an account and e-mailed the program admin and I heard back within a few hours. I actually got the assignment for the Lelo Mia and had it shipped the same day! It arrived very quickly, and I was anxious for an opportunity to test it out.

The Lelo Mia is rechargeable and it has a USB charger. When you remove the "lipstick" cap you can use the adapter cord or plug it directly into your computer. I had plans for the evening so I left it to charge and tried it when I got home. When I first turned it on I was very surprised at the strength of the vibrations. At first I thought it may be too strong, but I was soo wrong. The Mia has 4 pulsations, the first is a continuous vibration and you can adjust the strength from a pleasant buzz, to OMG I'm there already. The next three settings are different interval pulsations and my only disappointment there was that those settings couldn't be adjusted to different strengths.

I didn't study up on this product before picking it. It was more like, 'ooo, that looks nice'. So I didn't realize that the angled edge was actually the lipstick cap, and I didn't get to toy with the edges like I'd hoped. However, the angled tip of the cap does work quite well for nipple play, just something to keep in mind.

The vibrations were strong, but the noise level wasn't bad at all. I was impressed with how quiet it is compared to other vibes. All in all, I absolutely loved this vibrator. I'd recommend it to anyone.

I have to say I've enjoyed using the Edenfantasys website too. It's been incredibly easy to maneuver. Sidebars break down shopping categories so that it is easy to find what you are looking for, and the Ambassador Program dashboard makes it easy to find what I need.

I hope you guys hop over to Edenfantasys and check them out. Their blog, Eden Cafe, is fun and informative as well.

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Friday, September 24, 2010

Jump on in the handbasket...

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It's Blog Stalk Friday Fuckers! Go check out CB this week. The bitch actually put on her make-up so that the world could hear her voice. Link up your happy asses, if your blogs don't suck ass.

And of course head on over to see Boobies and link-up for Fuck you Friday!

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Fuck plans. I love my sister, but the bottle of wine and bubble bath didn't happen last night, because just as I pulled out my favorite Megan Hart book to re-read in the tub, in bounds a perky little blonde just waiting to spend time with me. Love her, love her, love her. Wanted a damn bath and some fucking wine though.

Fuck being understanding! I love my friends, I want them to be happy! But damnitalltohell if the guy I've lusted over for years hasn't fallen for my friend while I've watched and "encouraged" the damn situation.

Fuck disposable cock rings that are found by grandmothers who kindly take out your trash. Yeah, how about that? Of course it wasn't my grandmother, it was J's, ya'll know I haven't gotten lucky lately.

Fuck M. Seriously, fuck the bastard sideways. Prick doesn't know what the hell it means to man up!

Fuck you, if you haven't entered the Lipstick Contest yet. Yep, I said it. You were expecting it though weren't you. Truth is, as much as I get off enjoy writing smut for you all to read, I like to actually read some myself every now and then. And you know a word slut like me has read close to everything out there that's free, and I'm working my way through the books I'm forced to pay for.

So come one, return the favor and write a damn entry for the contest. I mean, how painful could it be to write a little entry. Nanny did it, and she fucking rocked it! You can too. And I expect you to, that's why I extended the contest, so put on your big girl panties and write the scandalous stories that I know are in you!

Ok, so there you have it. All the ranting and raving for this week. I'm kinda excited that I'm only 7 people away from 69 followers :) I'm planning something kinda fun when I get there :)

Enjoy your weekends bitches!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Lipstick: Old Flame

Well with all this talk of lipstick I thought I'd kill some time in the cosmetic section before choir last night. I actually did need some new lipstick, ironically, so I thought I'd scope out some names. the funny thing was, it was so obvious what age ranges each brand targeted. Covergirl and Loreal had very tame names, sounded and looked like colors my grandmothers would wear. Rimmel and Maybelline had a few risque names, I'm pretty sure that's where I found J's Metallic Seduction, and I actually bought a new one called Old Flame. I really like it, actually.
I noticed a few not so noticeable brands though that seemed to use the names not only for the colors but the lines. One line was called 'Visibly Wet'. Wow, and people say that advertising sex to women doesn't work. I did find a few names though. There was Ravish Me Red, Seductively Nude, On the Prowl (Which I almost bought) Nearly There (maybe I just have a dirty mind, but come on).

Which made me really curious. I've been wondering why more people haven't entered my little contest, and I've decided to extend it. I'm going to run it through October 3rd for entries and put the poll up on the 4th. It doesn't have to be graphic or raunchy, just a little scandalous ;) So come on guys, you know you want to :)

I can't win, but I wanted to get in on the fun. So in honor of my new lipstick, and in honor of the fact that my ex's divorce will be final today, I give you....

Old Flame

A lot of time had passed. Who knows if I'd have ever bothered coming back here if my sister hadn't insisted upon it. It's Homecoming, and she is in the court, so of course she wanted her big sister here. I looked up several friends online, trying to find someone who would want to go with me, but it seems that everyone else married their high school sweetheart and moved away with their 2.5 kids and dog.

I'm not bitter, really I'm not. I had some of the best times of my life senior year, but I'd had lots of fun since then. I certainly learned a lot about myself, what I like, what I don't like. Who I really am. Of course, therapy has taught me that who I am really hasn't changed, I simply accept it now. When I was younger I tried to hide the things that made me different, and I wanted to simply blend in.

Hundreds of dollars later and coming back here still creates a desire to blend in. I wore blue jeans and a casual black t-shirt. My flip-flops and purse were standard, none of my big statement pieces tonight. I'd sit on the 30 yard line and watch the first half of the game, watch my sister walk around like a beauty queen, hopefully see her get crowned, and then I would be free to go.

Even though I barely know anyone here anymore, the fact that we're winning 36 to 7 with only a minute left in the first half makes me proud. I actually love football. I'm clapping, but not showing the same excitement I'd show at home on my sofa watching my college team win like this. Like I said, I want to blend in.

You come and sit next to me. I noticed a man sitting down, but I kept my eyes on the field. Amazing how being here puts me back in the mindset of that shy young girl. The buzzer sounds and everyone cheers as the players run off the field for half-time. That's when you said my name.

My stomach clenched because I knew that voice, almost as well as I knew my own. I tried hard not to let the shock make it's way to my face, turning to smile, and say hey. You beamed that contagious smile, and raked your gaze over me.

"Wow. How long has it been?" You ask, palms lifted. You reach to hug me instinctively, realizing the potential awkwardness only when it's too late. You give me a light squeeze and pull away, your voice losing some of it's excitement.

"How have you been?" You ask. I smile and nod.

"Pretty good. How about you?" Nodding you agree.

"So what brings you out here tonight?" I tell you about my sister, and point her out on the opposite side of the field. We talk and I study your face. You're still so handsome. Broad shoulders, blue eyes, thick dark hair. You smile and tell me about your job, your daughter, your family. I nod, listening. I've missed you. I'm not sure I realized just how much until I saw you again, but I did. Talking to you now, almost feels like coming home.

They begin to announce the homecoming court and I watch the field. Waving when my sister finds me in the stands. I remember being her age. A senior in high school, dating the boy I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with. I can feel those nostalgic tears welling up in my eyes and I blink quickly, clearing them away. I'm more myself now, and I realize that you still see that girl I was eight years ago.

I turn to you and smile. "Do you remember being that young?" I ask. You looked at me then, grinning.

"All the time." I laughed at your response, and this time I know that my smile reached my eyes. If you look too close you're going to see that I miss you, you're going to see that I still want you. I don't care. I glance back to the field while the announce they queen. It isn't my sister. She didn't even place, but she does look beautiful. The court clears the field for the marching band and I turn towards you again.

"You know, I hadn't really planned on staying for the rest of the game." You nod, and your gaze falls on my wrist. You smile, brushing a finger across my small tattoo.

"Got over your fear of needles I see." You look back up, and I'm smiling. This just feels right.

"I got over my fear of a lot of things."

Your eyes grow wide, contemplating my meaning. You were my first love, but you weren't my first. I'd been so nervous then, so afraid of being judged. You nod towards the field.

"Are you going to speak to your sister before you leave?" Looking down to where the court stood on the side of the field taking pictures I shook my head.

"I'll send her a text message to tell her how beautiful she is. She's with her friends, I don't want to interrupt that." When I look back to you, you're studying me, as though I hold some answer to an unspoken question.

"Let me walk you to your car then." You stand and move up to the next bleacher, extending your hand so that I can follow. I take it, and once again, time slips away and it just feels right. You didn't hold my hand to the car, that would've been cheesy, but you did place your hand on my back as we worked our way through the crowds milling about the stadium. Once we'd gotten out of the gate and the crowds cleared you cleared your throat.

"So, are you seeing anyone?" You're a big strong guy, you always have been, and the way you timidly ask the question makes me stand a little straighter, smile a little wider. It's powerful to think that you're nervous with me.

"No." I answer. I don't even ask you, because I know you wouldn't have asked if you were. When we get to my car I turn to face you. I don't even bother with keys yet. You're looking at me like you did eight years ago, and all I want is to feel you pressed against me.

"Well," you stutter. It's cute. But as I'd mentioned before. I've gotten over a lot of my fears, including rejection. I take a step toward you and place a soft kiss on your lips. Hesitating, giving you a chance to act.

You don't disappoint me. Your arm comes around my waist, pulling me close to you and you kiss me again. wrapping my arms around your neck I get lost in this feeling of belonging. This is so familiar, and yet so new. You're kissing me with heat I hadn't yet known in high school. I relish the feel of your tongue against mine, and my body sways against yours. This intensity scared me then. It was part of the reason we didn't last, but now. Now, I break the kiss and offer you my neck, which you greedily lick and bite.

I moan, and you're the first to realize that we are still in a public parking lot with high school students roaming about. You pull away, looking to me to tell you what to do.

"Follow me home?" I ask. You simply nod, kissing me again. I fish out my keys as you cross the parking lot to that same white pick-up truck. It makes me smile that you drive the same car. You obviously haven't wrecked as many as I have.

I hop in and wait for you at the stop sign. My house is only five minutes away. I worry for a minute that this could easily be a one night stand, and I may let myself get hurt again. I quickly dismiss the thought. Over the years I've routinely wished that you had been my first. That my memory of the person who holds a place in my heart by default could have been you.

I want to be with you. I feel myself growing wet just thinking about it. When we pull into my little driveway I hurry to unlock the door. By the time I've gotten the deadbolt you're behind me with your hands on my waist. Slipping into the house I slide effortlessly into your arms, as though there's no where else that I should be.

You kiss me, this time slower. You pull me closer, changing the angle of the kiss and I whimper, surprising myself. You groan and hold me even tighter. I walk us towards the sofa and tug at your shirt, pulling you down to the cushions with me.

Laying me back, you shift your weight on the sofa. Taking your time, kissing me slowly. You stroke your hands along my body, in no hurry to remove my clothes. Feeling your hands on me takes my breath away. We lay there kissing and stroking, until my body is wound as tight as a coil, and I have to feel your skin against mine.

Sliding my hands beneath your shirt I bring it over your head, then reach to remove my own. You kiss my breasts where they swell over the cups of my bra, sliding your hands around to unhook the clasp at my back. With my breasts free and uncovered, you begin to kiss every inch of them, slowly, as though it were a ritual of worship.

I'm writhing beneath you, aching to feel you inside of me, and yet I don't want to rush your lazy exploration of my body. You unbutton my jeans and slide them away, kissing a path down my stomach and rolling away my panties. For a moment you simply stare at my naked body. It is so clear watching you that you aren't seeing my imperfections, if anything you are appreciating them.

You shift on the sofa, again kissing a trail down to my bikini line, licking and nibbling in a circle around the insides of my thighs, and low on my belly. Closer and closer you circle in to that sweet ache. When your tongue slips between my folds I gasp at the contact, and I can hear your audible sigh before you hold me open with one hand and begin to kiss and lick at my tight little nub. You moan against me and the vibrations make me tremor. Your hot breath against my center has me straining for release.

"Please." I whisper. You oblige, covering me with your mouth, sucking me while sliding first one, and then two fingers into my tight channel. My orgasm hits me so strong I cry out and my hips buck up off of the sofa. You cradle my hips as I ride out the first wave, and continue to gently suck, bringing a second wave of pleasure over me. When the intensity subsides, I wam so sensitive, your breath against me makes me flinch.

Kissing your way back up to my mouth, I can taste my wetness on your lips. You cover me with your weight and we sink deeper into the pillows. I an feel your erection pressing against my thigh and I reach down to cup you in my hand.

You moan as I lift my mouth to whisper in your ear. "My turn." Adjusting our positions, I quickly remove your jeans and boxers. Your erection is impressive, one of the things that had me so nervous eight years ago was the size of you. Still possibly one of the largest I've personally seen. My mouth waters to taste you.

Kneeling beside the sofa I lick your shaft from base to tip. Hearing your sharp intake of breath, I smile. I take you into my mouth as far as I can, but you're so long. Wrapping a hand around you I begin to slide up and down, bobbing over your lap. With my other hand I trace circles around your boys, feeling them draw tightly against you.

I slow down, again licking your length, and teasing your tip with my tongue. I begin to suck  and lick at your tip like a lollipop, tasting you, wanting more. I begin to cover you again with my mouth. Your wind your hand in my hair, not forcing me down on you, but massaging my scalp, squeezing a little harder when I find that soft little spot beneath your tip. I begin to suck you harder, and I can feel you tensing in my hand, your hand pressing harder against my skull.

"Baby," you try to warn me, but it isn't necessary. You explode in my mouth and I suck you harder, drinking every drop. Your cock spasms in my mouth and I continue to lick and suck as the spasms subside. Once you're spent I run my hands up your flat stomach. My pussy has flooded with juices again and I'd love nothing more than to take you inside of me, but you need a minute. I lay beside you on the sofa and you wrap your arms around me, tucking me in close.

I nuzzle and your neck, pressing soft kisses beneath your jaw. You tilt your head down to meet my mouth, kissing me soundly, your hand stroking up and down my back.

Your breathing returns to normal and I shift, standing beside the sofa. You watch me, smiling.

"I didn't realize how much I missed you." You say. It really does feel like coming home, being here with you. I want you to stay forever, but I can deal with all of that tomorrow. I take your hand, willing you to come with me. You follow me down the hall to my bedroom, where you lay me against the pillows and make love to me for the first time, and the second, and the third.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


He was driving her crazy. If he didn't stop breathing down her neck about this project, she was going to flip out and likely get herself escorted out of the building. Nathan had put her over this project a month ago and her presentation was in the morning. She'd never had a boss micro-manage her the way he did. Julia had a good mind to request some kind of move once this pitch was over.

Nathan would come to her office multiple times a day with critiques or suggestions. His name wasn't even attached to this project so his hovering was really driving her crazy.

"Julia?" She looked up to find him standing in her doorway. She sighed audibly, "Yeah?"

There was a time when she wouldn't have dreamed of being so blatantly annoyed with her boss, but that time was now long gone.

"Sorry," He walked in, "I was thinking maybe we could meet at lunch to go over your presentation? I'll  order in?"

Julia shuffled the papers on her desk and tried to breath deep. "Actually Nathan, I'm planning to work through lunch today. I won't have all the components put together til closer to five o'clock."

"Oh," he stuttered, "Maybe I'll order in dinner then?" he asked. Exasperated Julia stood to face him.

"Why do you insist on checking behind me? Your name isn't even on this account. I promise, I'm not going to make you look bad!"

Nathan's expression was confused. He shifted his weight and ran a hand through his hair. "Is that what you think? That I think you're going to make me look bad?" He stuck his hands in his pockets.

Julia shrugged. "What else should I think, Nathan?" She walked around to the front of her desk. "You're constantly checking behind me like you think I'm not capable or something." Nathan dropped his head and sighed.

"I'm sorry. I only wanted to help." He looked so pitiful, Julia wanted to kick herself.

"I'm sorry, Nathan. That wasn't fair. It's just that, well, this project is a big deal for me."

"I know," he interrupted, taking a step toward her. "I really did just want to help so you could make a good impression. They're surveying for employees who qualify for promotion right now, and I want you to have a chance."

"Oh," Julia stuttered. Nathan wanted her to get promoted? She was the strongest person on his team. "You want me off the team?"

"Well, no, but," Nathan glanced back towards the door and raked a hand through his hair again. It was a cute gesture, and it always left his hair a mess.

"You've got to stop doing that." Julia laughed and lifted a hand to smooth his hair down. She met his gaze and saw the heat in his eyes. All of the sudden it made sense why he'd been hovering, and trying to get her promoted off of his team.

Her hand stilled, and she jerked back as though she'd been burned. Before she had a chance to say anything he closed the space between them and pulled her into his arms, covering her mouth with his own.

The kiss was soft, and agonizingly sweet. He took a deep breath, waiting. Julia didn't move, nor did she open her eyes. In a span of seconds his mouth was on hers again, but this time it wasn't soft. Nathan's hands were in her hair, and his hips trapped her against the desk behind her. The kiss consumed her and she clung to his shoulders as his tongue and teeth brought her heart rate up and caused an aching in her pussy.

He changed the angle of the kiss and Julia's hands were on his chest gripping his shirt. She'd completely forgotten where she was when she heard the mail cart bumping off the elevator. Nathan jerked away from her just as one of the mail clerks passed by her office door.

"Hey Julia." he called as he waved.

Julia just smiled and nodded. Grateful he hadn't stopped to chat. Nathan wiped a hand at his face and Julia smoothed her hair back into place. She caught his gaze and the desire was still there. Letting her gaze rake down his body she noted the bulge in his pants.

Her breath caught and she brought her gaze back to his face.

"So I'll order in dinner? And you can show me the pitch." Nathan waited for her response.

"Yeah," she laughed, "that would great."

Nathan smiled and strode out the door. Julia sat back against her desk and smiled. Well ok, she thought.

Wicked Wednesday and The Naughty List

One Crazy Brunette Chick

It's finally here! It's Wicked Wednesday over at Bad Girl Bloggers. I've been participating in the Naughty List on Wednesdays for a while, and I'll admit that I'm running out of things to confess to. So for my wicked tale I'm going back to Naughty List #3. Remember the guy I talked about taking to my mom's empty rental? Well, the first time that I messed around with him involved a little B&E.

The girl that I was hanging out with at the time was crashing with her brother and sister-in-law temporarily. They'd gone out of town one weekend and we called up the gang and went out to country bar for liquor and dancing. Once all but two of us, the drivers, had gotten good and plastered we headed back to the house. Now, this guy had a girlfriend, but she lived four hours away, and we were with two other couples, so the natural progression of things led to us hooking up that night. And a few more times after that.

But first, we had to get inside. In her drunken state my friend couldn't quite figure out what had happened to her keys, and cowboy had to break-in to her house. Once we'd climbed though the window, we let the other two in and and claimed a bedroom. It was quite interesting the way she later explained the messed up curtains, and the fact that her brother and sister-in-law's bed wasn't made quite the way they'd left it.

Her sister-in-law is still a friend of mine and to this day I haven't fessed up to everything that happened in her house while she was gone.

Now onto the Naughty List! This week, not only are we listing 3 naughty things we've done, but we are answering some questions from Miss C!

1. I did some serious drunk texting damage last night. Like seriously, I'm going to be cleaning this up for a while I would imagine. And yes, it involved the choir director.

2. I didn't work at all yesterday. Like honestly, not even a little bit. I read blogs, played on twitter, and shopped for the contents of this prize package.

3. I ate cookies for breakfast today and yesterday. Breakfast of champions, I know. Call me a fat kid if you'd like. They were on the counter, and I was running late.

Miss C's questions!
1. What time of day are you generally in the mood?
Anytime really... like now even.
2. Have you ever had sex at work? Would you?
With a person? Haha, no, not yet. I'm not opposed to the idea though.
3. Ever had a moment as a mom/wife/friend where you thought MAN I am a horrible mom/wife/friend and I just don't care right now? Explain.
Um, yes. Almost everytime I am with a certain "friend" who I can't really call a friend anymore. I just wish she would disappear, and I just don't care enough to really feel bad about it.
4. What is the sexiest thing you own?
I'm going to interpret this as clothing, and it's probably the vintage teddy ensemble that I bought for some boudoir pics I never got to take.
5. Name a sexual regret from your youth.
Not sleeping with my first love. I know, odd regret right?

Check out the Hostesses and link up!!!
Miss C
Naughty Mommy
A Spicy Boy, a Cat, and my Fat Ass
the mom who stayed sober
Lunatic Cafe

Oh yeah guys, and a shameless plug here. Check out the Scandalous Lipstick Shorts contest and write an entry! I think it will be fun to see all the different names and stories. And it really will be a prize worth winning, I promise!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

I need to feel the weight of a man on top of me!

You ever say something that someone thinks is clever, but you're sure you didn't come up with it? So you think and think and think about where you first heard it, because it's going to bug you if they figure it out before you do.

Well, I figured it out, thanks to Angela, who is quickly becoming one of my favorite people here in blog world. It was Carrie Bradshaw who said it.

Said what? Oh yeah, sorry!

So I was talking with J earlier today and I mentioned that I was surfing the dating sites. I mentioned it because I once again found someone we knew on there and it settled the question of 'is he still with?' that we'd been asking lately.

Anyway, yeah, so she was kinda like, 'oh, so you're going back to them?' I was pretty disappointed with the last guy I met on there. He was like a piece that just wouldn't fit. So I told her that yeah I was, but what I'd really like would be to find some hot guy out in a bar and have some hot stranger sex.

She laughed and we both acknowledged that I probably wouldn't ever really do that. But I really want some good sex, and no dramatic aftertaste.

There reaches a point, where the sex toys just aren't cutting it anymore. They take the edge off, but only for a day or so. "I can't kiss my damn self. I just want to feel the weight of a man on top of me."

That was when the warning bells went off. Where had I heard that before, I'm not that original. So Angela's post made me think and I looked it up.

Carrie Bradshaw Season 5, Episode 7. I was going to find a clip, but you know how that can go. You can watch the whole episode if you want, but the conversational context was male prostitutes.

Which, is where we are. Not male prostitutes. Even if I could find one around here, I couldn't afford it.

All that to say.... I'm horny.... basically.

Monday, September 20, 2010

She thinks I'm a lady!

Looky what I got :)
Miss C over at Life as I See It gave me this awesome award because she thinks I'm a lady :) The rules are:

1. Thank the giver!
2. In your post accepting your award write what Being A Lady means to You.
3. Give this award to whom You want to, and tell them why they are a Real Lady to you.

So Obviously, THANKS MISS C ;)

She really is awesome, if you've yet to discover the woman behind The Naughty List you need to!

So what does being a lady mean to me? I had to think about this a little bit. I think that being a Lady means being true to exactly who you are, without shame, without hesitation. That being said, I chose these lovely ladies to receive this award!

I choose The Invisible Seductress (yeah, you have another one!) because she deals with a lot of crap, and yet she is still always refreshingly and un-apologetically herself. This always makes me smile :)

I also choose Drinks with the Diva, pretty much for the same reason, and because no matter what that sexy woman does, she always seems to do it with confidence and grace :)

And then there is Nanny, at Naughty Mommy Reviews and Junk. I chose her because, well, go check her out. I'm confident you will understand. If I ever had to choose a blog other than my own that I wished I hosted, it would likely be hers. She's classy, and naughty, all at the same time! Gotta love that!

So Ladies, I hope you enjoy your award!

Scandalous Liptick Shorts **Revised**


So before we went out Friday night I went by J's to change clothes and get ready. We were talking and putting on make-up and she read me the name of her lipstick. 'Metallic Seduction.'

"You should write a story for your blog and call it Metallic Seduction." We laughed and she tossed out a few ideas about what it could be about. One of them was great and I will be writing and posting Metallic Seduction very soon.

**I"m trying to convince J to write Metallic Seduction and enter the contest, so I'll pick a new lipstick for mine :)**

But It got me thinking, what's the name of your favorite lipstick? Don't lie. It's slightly scandalous isn't it? They all are now! The lipstick I currently use is called 'Sensuous Spice'. So here's the plan. Write your own sexy story to go with your favorite lipstick name! If you post it on your blog leave me a comment with the link and include the button on your post (if there's no button with your entry I won't count it), and if you don't want to post it on your own blog then e-mail it to me and I will post it here anonymously. I'm leaving this little contest open until **Sunday 10/3** for entries, then I will have a poll set-up for all the entrants.

**I've decided to only have one prize for the person who wins the poll because I know I won't be objective when picking a second winner, and I'm not made of money but I want the prize to be worth writing for! I'm going to put together a Scandalous Lipstick Prize Package that will include... you guessed it! A lipstick mini vibe :)**
I'm excited! Hope you guys are too! Can't wait to read your stories!!

Friday, September 17, 2010

Awards for me!

So I log on today and two lovely women have given me the same award! I love it :)

So thanks to Angela, The Green-Eyed Brat and NymphObsessed for The Lovely Blog Award

Here are the rules:

  1. Post it on your blog with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link. 

  2. Pay it forward to 5 other bloggers. 

  3. Contact the blog owners to let them know about how awesome they are.
So I need to pick Five Blogs!! Thing is, a lot of the blogs I love have already been hit by this award! Both of these girls would have been on that list, but they got me first! Haha. So here's what I've come up with!

Jessica - Love this girl's blog. Check it out!

Rachel - This girl is naughty!! Love it.

Annie - The Rational Mind of a Crazy Woman. Title says it all!

The Invisible Seductress- Ya'll she is great, and hilarious! You need to check her out!

And J, at Boobies, Babies, and A Blog. I thought she'd gotten this already, but I don't see it so maybe I was wrong.

Ok, there are five lovely ladies! Visit them, love them, follow them :)


One Crazy Brunette Chick

Thank God, it is FINALLY Friday!

This Fucking week has been way too long! I hope you have your clicky fingers ready cause I'm about to give you a shit ton of links that you absolutely HAVE to check out if you haven't already.

So it's been a long ass week. My girl J went on a vacation with her man, great for her! But without my partner in crime to break up the monotony of my day with lunch and gossiping over yahoo chat, the beginning of the week seemed to drag on for an eternity!!

There's also the fact that 'tonight's gonna be a good night' :) The band's playing a gig, and I'm ready to get my drink on :) Not to mention I've run out of things for the naughty list, AND I've got to come up with something fabulous to talk about with these bitches!!

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If you haven't checked out the Bad Girl Bloggers yet you simply must do it! Not yet bitches, I'm not finished talking! Anyway, not only do I have Naughty List Wednesday to worry about, now I have Wicked Wednesday to prepare for, and I'm running out of stuff to tell you all!

I'm hoping this will help :)

I bought myself a present from badideatshirts.com last week. I so love this shirt! It's in my car to wear to the show tonight and with a little bit of luck, someone will finally get the hint. We shall see. I'm going out tonight, and I am definitely looking for trouble!

I got an award too :) *blush* I love awards :) I'll post about it a little later, gotta figure out who I'm giving it to.

Ok, now for....

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Fuck you high hopes! I seriously clung to you this week and now I'm not moving after all! Damnitalltohell!

Fuck you little twit who acted like my mama was some criminal or something! Just because she knows that you are an incapable mother and would like nothing more than to see you disappear so your child can have some quality of life, doesn't mean she isn't a great woman who is more than capable of dealing with kids. *Hell, look how well I turned out!*

Fuck you spoiled brat who puts all my friend's in a bad mood with the mere mention of your name. I might be done with you, but they have no option! Why can't you just disappear, or maybe keep your damn face hole shut sometimes!

Fuck you road work! As if that damn highway weren't bad enough, now you've gone and made it nearly unbearable. If you're going to fix something, fix it already!!

And fuck bug bites! I've yet to actually lay eyes on whatever pest is in my car that keeps putting little welts on my body, but every time I go anywhere there is a new bite on my normally smooth and beautiful flesh. It takes away from the Naked Lap Dance I'm planning, so seriously, go away!

Ok guys! Go check out CB and Boobies for all the Friday fun, and show a little love!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Get a Grip!

I was talking to a co-worker this morning and I decided to write a self-help book titled: Get a Grip! I'm gonna tell you a story about a grown-ass woman who inappropriately vents and makes herself look pathetic.
Last week I had the misfortune opportunity to talk with the woman sleeping with my father my dad's girlfriend while he wasn't around. She starts to tell me that she thinks he wants to break up with her.

I'm thinking, really? (kinda excited)

Then she tells me he's been mean to her.

Huh? My dad isn't really a mean guy. He'd pretty much known for letting women do whatever they damn well please. So I asked what exactly he'd said to her.

"It's not what he said so much as it's the way he says it, like I'm stupid or something."

*crickets* Again, I ask exactly what he said. So she tells me, and guess what? She was being stupid.

So I suggest that if he's hurting her feelings maybe she should sleep at her own damn house one night take a day or so and spend time with a girlfriend or something.

"Why? Has he said something to you? Does he think I'm around too much?"

By this point I'm thinking 'What the hell, woman?'

"Um, no. But if he's being mean and it bothers you, maybe you should just take some space."

She began to cry. Not sniffle, not tear up, sob like a child.

So at this point my inner voice is screaming, 'What the FUCK!? Why is this happening to me?'

She began to tell me that everyone had someone, and she'd be so lonely at her house alone. She doesn't ask for much, only that he not cheat on her, and she isn't up his butt or anything, she only sees him for a few hours every night.

I nearly flipped my shit! First off, if you are compelled to spend the night with him every single night even when he's being bitchy, you are in fact up his ass. Secondly, there are people all over the world who can spend multiple nights on end alone without falling apart (myself included) and she is sobbing at the thought of ONE fucking night alone?!? WHAT. THE. HELL.

So this entire conversation was wrong on so many levels. For starters, why the hell is she talking to her boyfriend's daughter about her relationship issues? Then there is the blatant admission of her severe co-dependency issues, she clearly needs therapy.

Am I wrong? I'd love to meet someone and have a relationship again, but the idea of being that inter-meshed with another person in nearly inconceivable to me. I'd think it would drive me crazy. I plan to always have friends, and occasionally do things by myself. Is that not normal?

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Getting Naughty!

Ok guys, so I mentioned last week that I was running out of Naughty things to tell on myself for, and I'm working on more naughty deeds for you guys, but it takes some planning. Just know that I hope to have you salivating again soon. For this week, here's what I have.

1) I participated in 'group cheating' in college. In one of our psych classes we all sat in a circle on the floor and did the test together.... honor code.

2) I let the friend of a friend grope me in the parking lot (and I may have done a little groping of my own) even after I decided I wasn't going to sleep with him.

3) The ONLY reason I didn't sleep with the sexy landscaper the night I took his drunk ass home was because I had to take the guy who'd driven his truck back to the bar. (I know, I didn't actually DO anything, like I said, I'm reaching here.)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Naked Lap Dances

I love to dance, and I'm not bad at it. I do generally keep my clothes on though...

I've been talking to this guy again for the past week or so. There are a lot of reasons that I should really just cut him off and high-tail it in the other direction. But, I like sex. I'm thinking that this is going to be fun, and there's no need to feel bad about it. I mean, he is single now, so I don't even have to worry about OWS!

So over the past few days we've been going back and forth a lot. We joke with each other and insult each other with every other word, but the conversation has somehow come around to naked lap dances. As in, at some point I think I may have promised him one? If he follows through and earns it , of course.

So this morning, I did the girl thing. I was getting dressed for work and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. So I'm standing naked in front of the mirror, studying all my imperfections, then I think, what would I look like dancing naked?

Yep, that's right. I spent five minutes dancing around naked in front of the mirror this morning!

So, why am I telling you this? Well, of course it's because I like to reveal embarrassing things about myself to complete strangers ;) No, really though. After laughing at myself for being such a ditz I realized that, even with my imperfections, I was a hot chick dancing around naked!

If I did this for M or anyone else, their eyes likely wouldn't stop watching my tits or my ass. Meaning: What imperfections?

Goes back to what I used to tell a friend of mine who worried about her body when she was having sex. Most guys with a naked girl in their arms won't be voicing any complaints. Am I right? Haha.

Anyway, it's a funny visual for you, along with what I hope is encouragement for all of us to loosen up some. Have a Terrific Tuesday!

Friday, September 10, 2010

Talk to me....

I'm thinking about doing something different. I think I may set aside Mondays for a serial piece. It would be consistent characters, sometimes erotic, sometimes not, hopefully entertaining :)

So, would you read it? That is the question. I love writing, but let's face it, I want to write stuff people will like.

So give me some feedback please!

Stalk and Fuck....

It's Blog Stalk Friday with CB! Go read the rules and if you qualify link your happy asses up!

One Crazy Brunette Chick

Need to get a few things off your chest? Link up with Boobies for Fawk You Friday....

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For starters? Fuck you Traffic! I hate living in the middle of Bum Fuck and getting stuck behind ridiculous drivers every fucking morning! What should be a 20 minute drive easily becomes 35 when I get stuck behind Mr. Charlie can't drive.

Fuck you bitch who decided my birthday wasn't important enough to warrant her time. FYI, that was officially your last chance. You no longer exist to me, think you're coming to my sex toy party? Bitch please, you're not invited.

Fuck you heartburn, yeah I said it. Anyone else have this issue? It's like I can't eat a damn thing this week without my fucking chest catching fire!

Fuck you little blue piece of paper! Enough said.

And fuck me... seriously, please, somebody Fuck me. I need the stress relief!

Ok guys and gals, go link up and have some fun!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

I know, I know...

3 is way too many posts for one day, but Anya Bast is giving away a KINDLE!!! I would give my left foot for a Kindle, so I am in fact posting about it to get my extra 125 entries


If you missed the other two? THIS one is hot, and THIS one is kinda funny :)

Bubble Thought Thursday

If the Diva is doing it, I must get in on it!

So, I don't have "bubble thoughts" this week. I'll have to make mental notes this next week so I have something good next week. Instead, today you get spoken thoughts.....

Remember me telling you guys a while back that I was going to think of some good stuff for sexy scenes? I jotted a few notes in court one day and stuck the folded paper in my purse. At some point the paper went from my purse, to a make-up bag, and from there.... well.

Yesterday at lunch:

J: Oh, by the way (laughing) you left a piece of paper at my house.
D: What was it?
J: It had blog scenes written on it?
D: Shit! (laughing) sorry.
J: A found it and..
D: Shit! A read that!
J: He thought it was something of mine!
D: Shit, what did you tell him?
J: well, I told him I knew you had a blog and it was probably yours.

Ok, at this point, there was a lot of swearing from me, quietly though, there was an old lady in the booth across from us. I was flipping out!

J knows about the blog, but she'd never read it. My other friends? No, they don't know. I talk about some of them for goodness sake!

So now, J's man, A, knows I have a blog where I write about sex, oh, and her brother! So yeah. I'm looking forward to seeing them again.... haha. Whatever. It's me, right? Somehow I doubt they were all that surprised.

They don't have the URL, so no worries, but my girl J does now. It only seemed fair. She did point out to me that to be such an integral part of my life she doesn't make that many appearances. Although after reading some of the bitchy things I say about some other people she's probably glad, haha.

Check out the Diva and Miss C!


The brick wall was warm against her back, and the imperfections scratched at her skin as he pressed her back against them. The music poured out of the gymnasium, and from where they stood behind the hedges she could hear voices of people coming and going.

His mouth covered hers as his hands moved beneath her dress. One hand on her thigh, the other on her breast, the hem of the dress was around her waist and she could feel the breeze against her silk panties. She slid her hands farther up his back, her nails marking his shoulder blades. He changed the angle of the kiss, his tongue tangled up with hers. She moaned as his hand on her thigh moved to cup her mound through the black silk panties.

She was so wet. She'd been hoping for this for months, and here they were. His fingers slid beneath the elastic band to test the moisture between her folds. She squirmed against the wall and he groaned. He worked against the tight little nub and she brought her trembling hands to work at the buttons of his shirt. Once she had her hands on his skin she knew this couldn't be enough.

"Bry," She gasped, reaching for his zipper. He stopped her, covering her hands with one of his. His other hand slid from her pussy and he stepped back, taking her hand.

"Let's go." She grabbed her clutch from the ground and went with him. He pulled her along behind him, his shirtfront gaping and pins falling out of her once polished up-twist. She followed him around the building to the old field house. He bypassed the main door and went around to the side entrance. Letting go of her hand he pulled one of the pins that had fallen loose around her face.

She laughed and he just flashed her a grin. That grin had always been her undoing. It was crazy to think that even after fifteen years he still had the same effect on her. He grabbed the handle and pulled up, sticking the pin through a gap beneath the knob. The door gave way and he pulled her around him, closing them both in darkness.

He pulled her dress over her head before she knew what was happening and his mouth was on hers again. His hands explored her curves while she frantically worked at his zipper, sliding his pants down his legs.

He walked them a few steps down the hall and slid into a side room. She was so distracted by his hands on her body, she didn't notice the trainer's table in the corner of the room. He walked her backwards until her butt bumped against it.

He hooked her panties, sliding them down her legs. Then, staying on his knees, he began to lick and tease her folds. She braced her hands on the table behind her and moaned in appreciation. He'd always been so good at this.

His hands cradled her ass as he licked and sucked at her clit. Laine hovered on edge of release as she pressed her hips against his face. She was about to come when he backed off, kissing a trail back up her body.

She whimpered and he laughed. Closing his mouth on her neck he worked to remove her bra. She reached to cup him through his boxers, already hard. She wanted him inside of her so bad, she needed it. She pushed at the elastic waist band and they pooled at his feet. Stroking him, hearing his breath catch, she felt seventeen again.

He pulled her bra away and shed the shirt that hung loosely from his shoulders before lifting her onto the table. He laid her back and crawled up over her. He covered her body with his and found her pert nipple with his teeth.

She cried out and bucked against him, reaching for him. She guided him to her entrance and he entered her with one swift thrust. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of his cock filling her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips, trying to take more of him.

Bracing on his elbows he began to pump in and out of her. She ran her hands all over him, retracing every line of him, remembering. He thrust in and out, harder, filling her more completely with every stroke. She watched his face, and knew when he was close. Reaching between them she pressed down on her clit, so that his cock stroked her with every pass.

It was enough to push her over the edge. Her hips shot up against him and he cried out with his own climax. Her pussy muscles clenched against him, and she felt the warmth of his cum inside of her.

He kissed her hard, her body limp from orgasm. She'd forgotten what this could feel like, this satisfied feeling he gave her.

"We should get back to the reunion before someone misses us." He sighed reluctantly.

Neither of them moved. She could feel the cold metal of his ring where his hand laid against her stomach. So much she wanted to tell him, so many mistakes.

She got up and dressed, leaving him with a kiss. Once outside she couldn't stop the tears. Her phone buzzed in her clutch and she saw her 15 year old son's name flash on the caller ID.

Smiling she answered, " Hey Brian."

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Naughty List Wednesday!

Ok, Rules are.... list 3 Naughty things you've done, visit the Hostesses and Link-Up!

1) I fooled around with my ex once in a hotel room while his mom was sleeping in the other bed.

2) I cyber-stalk my ex's ex. Like really, I check her 'wall' everyday. I really just want to know when the divorce is final, but it's her fault right? I mean, she should privacy protect don't you think?

3) I blog, and read blogs when I should be doing work... like right now :)


Miss C
Naughty Mommy
A Spicy Boy, a Cat, and my Fat Ass
the mom who stayed sober
Lunatic Cafe

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Where to start...

So many things I could talk about today! It was somewhat of an eventful weekend. It was my Birthday, in case you missed it, and I got to spend time with some great friends and then my family. All in all, it was a great birthday.

B, the scared boy, pulled some more of his crap last week. He came to hang out last Tuesday and tossed back three drinks, and finally found the nerve to put his arm around me all night. Then Thursday, he walked me to my car and... wait for it..... didn't kiss me. That's right, he still didn't make a move, AND he started his bullshit 'what are you thinking' questioning again.

I told him we would be friends, that I needed more than he was giving and I couldn't do this little dance for the next 6 months. I'm pretty sure he told my friends that it was his call, but I don't really care.

Now that I'm back I'm going to try and get another good story cranked out, another installment piece maybe. I'm thinking about working something longer and submitting it for an anthology, but we'll see.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Birthdays, Birthdays!

It's my BIRTHDAY!!!!!

Well, not quite. It's actually 2 days until my birthday but I will be living it up for the next few days so I won't be around.

It's also Nanny's Birthday over at Naughty Mommy Reviews and Junk! If you haven't checked her out yet go do it! She's pretty awesome. She's even giving stuff away! And ya'll know I want some free stuff for my birthday! So I'm spreading the word :)


Because it's so close to my birthday and I'm so busy, I simply don't have time to give you something new and scintillating. So I'm going to remind you what my favorite stories have been :)






That should keep you humming til next week. If you've actually read ALL of my stories already, for starters, wow, thanks. You should once again check out Naughty Mommy and catch up on her installments of Violet Road.

Wish me a Happy Birthday ;) And wish Nanny a Happy Birthday!

Ya'll have a good weekend!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Photo Shoot V

Kat studied herself in the mirror. This was not what she'd expected when she signed up for this. In the bathroom getting her hair and make-up back in place, she had the look of a woman who'd just been ravished, and she had been... twice.

She sighed. She'd wanted these pictures to make herself feel sexy and desirable and this shoot had certainly done that. She pulled the uniform shirt from behind the door. In the album the girl had been wearing the shirt and her bra and panties, but she kinda liked the idea of not wearing a bra and letting the shirt hang open to reveal the fact.

She couldn't wait to see these pictures. She pulled the second pair of underwear from her purse and pulled the shirt on. Her hair was tousled and her lips puffy, but she loved the feeling.

Walking into the hallway she found Reed in his boxers with a camera in his hands. She smiled, taking her time studying him. She hadn't done much of that earlier. She'd been so intent on her strip tease.

His thick hair was mused and falling into his blue eyes. He wasn't huge, but his shoulders were broad and defined, and his chest too. A fine layer of hair ran from his navel down below the boxers and she wanted to touch him.

Taking the four or five steps to cover the distance between them she let the shirt flap open. He hummed in appreciation and used his free hand to pull her close. Kissing her on the mouth he flattened his palm against her lower back to hold her to him. She relaxed into him, willing to forgo the last set of pictures.

He groaned and pulled away. "Get back in there."

He swatted her ass and she jumped, laughing. She walked back into the room and made her way over to the love seat where he'd put the officer hat and cuffs. Seeing the cuffs she smiled. She couldn't wait to see how this ended.


Reed watched her sashay over to the hat and put it on her head. Grabbing the cuffs, she winked at him. Without instruction she climbed onto the love seat on her knees. Facing him, she positioned the open shirt to cover her breasts, while making it obvious she'd chosen to go without a bra.

With a wicked grin she spun the cuffs around her finger. "What now?" she asked.

Reed tried to swallow while he snapped a few pictures. She played with the cuffs then reached up to adjust the hat. He got a few good shots then suggested she stand near the windows again.

"You working your way back to the bed?" She teased, even as she slid from the love seat and started toward the windows. The curtains were pulled back, they were high enough here that they didn't really have to worry about people seeing in, and she really seemed to like the sunlight.

She spun around to face him and he snapped a shot. Her shirt had shifted to expose a nipple, and with her mouth poised to speak, it would be a perfect shot, even if only for his personal use. He smiled when her eyes went wide.

"What? you thought I wouldn't want a souvenir?" He laughed. She did too, and moved to the bed.

"I want more pictures here." She climbed over the messed up sheets on her hands and knees, smiling back at him. He snapped another picture. Then another when she came up on her knees and crooked a finger.

"Hold it right there," he told her. She did as instructed and he fired off a few rapid shots. When he lowered the camera she brought the handcuffs out in front of her.

"Shouldn't that be my line?" She asked.

He sat the camera down, his mouth dry, and started toward her.


When Reed sat the camera down her pussy clenched. He had intent in his eyes, where earlier there had been tethered restraint. When he climbed up on the bed he pulled her against him and claimed her mouth in a demanding kiss.

She moaned, pressing against him. Sliding one hand from her waist he cupped her breast, using his thumb to flick her taut nipple. She slid her hands beneath his boxers to squeeze his ass and tug him against her. She wiggled her hips, trying to get closer, and her and he groaned. Pulling his mouth away he bit her earlobe.

"Give me those handcuffs." He whispered.

Smiling she shook her head and pulled him down to the mattress. They were a tangle of limbs and sheets as she twisted beneath him, trying to keep the handcuffs out of his reach. Giggling she ended up straddling him.

"You're going to be all mine." She teased.

He nodded, letting her know she could use the cuffs. She snapped them around his wrist, chaining him to the headboard. She ran her hands down his arms and over his chest. She ran her finger through the tuft of hair trailing from his navel and lowered to press open mouth kisses across his chest.

Shifting her weight she ran her hands down his torso and hooked his boxers, pulling them down and off. His semi-erect cock fell into her hands and she heard his sharp intake of breath. Smiling she traced his length with her fingers, watching as he grew harder.

Lowering her head she placed kisses low on his stomach, following the trail of hair to the base of his shaft. She lifted his cock and licked the seam of his balls. His hips jerked off the bed and she heard the metal of the cuffs hit the headboard with his muffled curse.

"You're killing me Kat." He moaned.

Smiling, she ran her fingernails down and back up this thighs, watching the strong muscles twitch beneath her touch. She reached for his cock, circling the base with one hand as she closed her mouth around him, swirling her tongue around the tip.

He bucked his hips upward, thrusting into her mouth, but her weight on his thighs kept him from moving much. She moved her mouth over him, devouring him. Taking as much of him into her mouth as she could she used her other hand to play with his balls.

Groaning he jerked beneath her, trying to fuck her mouth, but not gaining the leverage he needed. Kat was so hot, she could feel her juices coating the flimsy black panties where her crotch pressed against his leg.

She reached for a condom and ripped the package open, sheathing his now fully erect cock. Pulling the panties off she shed the uniform top as well. Straddling him, she guided his cock to her entrance, sliding down on him.

Slowly at first, then Reed thrust upward, filling her. She cried out, bracing her hands on his torso. She began to swivel her hips, concentrating on the feel of him inside of her.

"Kat!" Reed groaned.

Laughing she began to move over him, bracing her hands on the bed on either side of him she began to ride him. She glanced down to where their bodies joined, watching as he slid in and out of her. She was impossibly hot, and already she could feel the pleasure building inside of her.

Glancing up she saw the pleasure contorting his face and knew he was close. She lifted and changed the rhythm, grinding her clit against him every time she took him farther inside of her, but it wasn't enough. She wanted to feel his hands on her. Grabbing the key from the night stand, where Reed had clearly had the forethought to leave it, she quickly unlocked one of the cuffs. He had her on her back before she could remove the other one.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling herself closer to him as he pushed in and out of her. She dug her fingernails into his arms as he reached down to finger her clit, increasing his pace. She could feel her orgasm teeming when he cried out in release. His hand worked faster and she followed him over the edge, screaming his name.

The tremors of pleasure worked through her as he collapsed against her chest. The weight of him on top of her only added to what she was feeling. Sated. She'd come for pictures, but what she'd gotten was so much better.

"Just so you know," Reed said between breaths, "I don't usually sleep with my clients."

Kat laughed, "So my pictures are going to be free?" She teased.

He laughed and kissed her soundly, still buried inside of her. His cock twitched and she moaned, pressing against him. Laughing he pulled away.

"I'm going to need a minute," he winked, "and another condom."

Need to catch up? Photo Shoot I, II, III, and IV

Naughty, Naughty...

Time to get Naughty!!

1) Sometimes I pretend to be drunk when I'm not because I can say inappropriate things and people don't hold them against me.

2) I once got to spend 24 hours with my favorite musician and I "forgot" to call my friend (who loved him as much as I did) because I wanted him all to myself.

3) I give good parking lot BJs ;) (He had a girlfriend too. I know, recurring theme. Blame OWS)

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