Wednesday, July 28, 2010
We are walking by the water at Tighnabruaich, an idyllic village in the west of Scotland. Summer is finally here and the temperature is pleasant. It's a moonlit night, the waves are lapping on the shore. You stop and kiss me. Our tongues mesh. I am horny. Very horny. My pussy is wet. I want you. Now. I can't wait. We have reached the old wooden pier. The tide is out. I break away and run down onto the rocky beach and under the pier. You follow me. The smell of seaweed is strong. We move back into the shadows. Again, we embrace, kissing deeply. Your arms encircle me. Your hands cup my breasts, feeling my nipples harden through the thin fabric, then wander across my bottom, feeling my curves through my thin summer dress. I am so horny. My hand runs down your shirt, over your jeans, till I feel your cock through the material. I rub it, feeling the bulge grow larger. "I want you. Now. In my mouth. I want to taste your cock. I am so fuckin' horny. I want you to come in my mouth so I can taste your sperm.", I whisper. You grin with anticipation. I drop to my knees, undo your belt and zipper, pulling your jeans down to your knees. You are not wearing underwear, you naughty boy. Your cock and balls are revealed, your dick already half erect. Your penis is not circumcised, the foreskin is still covering the head. I take it in my mouth, your penis grows harder, the foreskin retracts, I run my tongue along the underside, around the sensitive head. It tastes sweaty, manly. I slide more of you into my mouth, holding the base of your cock with my fingers, playing with your balls, running my fingers through the thick curls of hair. You are moaning softly, appreciatively. Your hands now on my hair, pulling me to you. I feel your cock hitting the back of my throat, then withdrawing. My lips are on your body now, buried in your thick pubic hair. Your hands gently pull my head back and forth as you fuck my face, the rhythm getting faster. My hand moves under my dress. I'm pulling aside my panties, dipping a finger in my pussy, feeling the wetness. I'm rubbing my clit as my mouth services your cock. You fill my mouth with your hardness. I breathe through my nose. Now I have two fingers inside of me, my god I am wet. You are fucking my mouth more urgently now. I rub my clit harder, faster as I suck your cock. My other hand is playing with that sensitive area behind your balls, my finger occasionally brushing your puckered anus. I feel a shiver go through you as I touch it. I look up, your expression of near ecstasy tells me you are close to coming, your breathing is faster, and I suck you deep into my mouth. I have three fingers inside my cunt. I want to taste your come. Now. I jam my finger in your arsehole, pressing hard. You start to come, the first spurt hits the back of my throat, I swallow some, then another spurt fills my mouth. Your hands release my hair. I keep sucking, I want every last drop of your come. I frig myself hard, my mouth full of come, my knees raw from the rocks. You drop to your knees and kiss me. As your tongue reaches into my mouth and tastes your sperm, I reach my own orgasm, my legs trembling. I sink back on my haunches, exhausted. Suddenly we hear footsteps above us. Someone is on the pier. A flashlight shines through the gaps in the boards. Our secret tryst has been discovered. I hear a voice giggle "Looks like a couple going at it. Check out the show!" We don't want to be identified. Quickly you stand up, pulling up your pants. I jump up too, pull down my dress, and we run off along the shore into the shadows of the night, our passion satisfied.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Your cock is softening, you pull out of my arsehole with a plop. You hold me from behind, whispering in my ear "Wow, you surprised me, I didn't think you would be the one to ask for anal sex, you are a wild, wonderful lover! I always thought you were the demure type but you like it hard and nasty, don't you?", you grin. "Yes, I like it rough and hot sometimes, " I smiled slyly. He doesn't know the half of it....
Friday, August 29, 2008
And as I am a bit of a dreamer myself, I thought I should share. It has some stories that excite me. So I encourage you to visit and tell the author you like his stuff!
I just wanted to write to you and thank you for not having sex with SexyOne for such a long time. Because you left her in an exceedingly horny state. John, I can't believe you could be living under the same roof as this sexpot and not fuck her at least twice a day. I have never had a woman with such a sexual appetite. And her willingness to do anything at all in bed is awesome. The way she sucks my cock is something else. And how appreciative she is when I lick her pussy. She even likes me to lick her asshole, to finger it, my goodness she gets excited. I love the things she wrote to me in emails. Unbelievably bold. Did she ever write stuff life that to you, John? Have you read the blog yet? She even gave me a blow job in the parking lot, she is shameless! We had sex on the beach too... John, do you know I fucked her ass? She just turned over, pointed her ass in the air, and said, "Fuck me in the ass, BC". Just like that. Did you ever try that, John? It was awesome. Her ass is so tight, gripping my cock like a vice, I had a dildo in her pussy too, she was so wet, she left a pool of her juices in the bed. She screamed so loud when she came it scared the crap out of my dog!
So John, thank you. I appreciate what you have done for me. So, please leave the house now. For your own peace of mind. I don't want her screaming and moaning when she comes loudly with my dick in her ass to keep you awake at night.
Reproduced with permission of author.
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Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Monday, September 03, 2007
Charlie showed up, carrying two large bags of tools and parts. In his 50s, quite handsome, not bad shape for his age, and a great sense of humor. We hit it off quickly. He set to work. After an hour he had my baby humming again. While testing, he noted my large collection of adult blogging URLs. I blushed, and he apologized. "No', it's OK," I said, "it's a part of me. I love to read and write about sex. That is, when I'm not having it!" As I said it, I looked directly at him. "Charlie, when was the last time you had sex? I mean, great sex?"
"Well," he replied, "actually, last night. I have a very horny wife. Like me, she's in her 50s too, but she looks great, keeps herself in shape, and loves to fuck. We've been married 20 years and have sex almost every day!" I smiled widely, imagining him naked and frolicking with his wife. He opened his wallet and showed me a photo of her. She was hot! "Glad to hear that you've been blessed with a sexy woman, Charlie. Not many men have your luck. Tell me, have you ever had a threesome? I mean, with another woman?"
Now it was Charlie's turn to blush. "No, can't say we have. We've talked about it. And we've watched a lot of videos. It's one of our fantasies. But we've never done it. Never found the right woman."
Well, I knew this was my opportunity. So I invited Charlie and his wife to come over for dinner the following weekend. "You can talk about it with your wife. If she feels like playing, and after we've had a drink, loosened up and have gotten to know each other, if she still feels like it, then we will see what happens." So, that's how it started. Charlie packed up his tools, fumbling, I could tell he was a little un-nerved, but excited. I decided to give him a taste of things to come. I pulled him close, and kissed him. Then I ran my hand down his jeans, and felt his cock. I rubbed it through the material, feeling it stiffening. Then I stepped back, and said, "Look, just so you know what's for dessert ..." I pulled off my shirt, revealing my small tits in a skimpy bra. I un-snapped my bra and exposed my boobs, my nipped stiff and perky. "Do you think your wife will like them? Do you think she will want to touch them, lick them? Will she let me go down on her, tongue her clit till she comes? Because I want to. I reeeally want to. "
To be continued...
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Friday, March 09, 2007
If my computer gives me trouble, I shoot an email to my local Mac user group listserv and lots of suggestions come back in minutes of things to try, and one of them is usually dead on. But for life issues, I am not sure where to turn, so I've been seeking some professional help which hopefully will resolve these issues. But it takes time.
I sure miss my Dad who passed on ten years ago, he could always be relied on for sage advice in matters of life. Wish you were here today, Dad....