tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282279032012-01-04T20:51:59.780ZThe sexual fantasies of a thirty-something horny Highland girl.Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1149096814541572462010-07-28T17:30:00.003Z2011-01-24T14:12:06.754Z

This is a special post for DirtyBoy Roger. He said in an interview that one of his biggest turn ons is to have a girl go down on him... and to have sex outdoors with the risk of being caught! So this one is for you, Roger.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

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1156628333312742662010-04-30T21:30:00.000Z2011-01-20T16:54:23.563Z

It's cold and dark. We are standing on the dock outside the restaurant, gazing across the Portavadie marina, the wind is blowing. I have only a thin sweater on. My nipples are hard. You stand behind me, your arms around me, you are kissing my cheek, and your hands are roaming inside my sweater. Further up, your fingers reach my breasts, and come in contact with my perky nipples. I feel your

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-44581191336584965682008-08-29T18:12:00.010Z2009-07-24T19:56:27.322Z

I recent came across this new blog Dreaming of my Sexy GirlfriendAnd 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!Dear John: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,

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It's been a while since I posted here. No kidding. D'ya think this blog is over? For now, anyway. But I am going to leave the posts up and who knows, I may be back. Best wishes to al my readers for a happy, healthy, prosperous and sexually enjoyable new year!Vahri

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-42592051024628056002007-09-03T14:52:00.000Z2007-09-03T15:13:26.159Z

It all started innocently enough. I needed some help with my iBook, it was crashing and freezing, so I logged on to our local Macintosh user group list to request a solution to my dilemma. Someone called Charlie responded, I'd heard his name but never met him. He was very knowledgeable. We emailed back and forth, him asking questions and making suggestions. Me trying things - delete this,

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I've been taking a break from blogging, but there are lots of good stories to read, please check my archives. Meantime, I found this cute site that creates jigsaws from any any image. Could not figure how to enbded directly into Blogger so it opens in another window. Here's a smutty jigsaw to keep you occupied.

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It's been almost a month to the day and I haven't blogged. I've had a few ideas for stories, but to tell you the truth I just have not been feeling very sexy this month, so the stories have not got from mind to computer. A combination of overwork, medications and the blahs. So, my apologies to you, dear readers, for failing to titillate. Luckily, the blogosphere is rampant with other writers

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Dear Readers - While many of my posts are loosely based on facts and real life experience, sometimes I like to write about fantasies I have had. The story that follows just popped into my head the other day. After I masturbated while thinking about it, I sat down at my computer to share it with you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have :-)VahriHe lay on the bed, waiting, wearing only his white

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The Wii girl is so cute ... yum yum!

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Ok, so it's two weeks into the new year and I still have not posted. Need to get my act together! So here is the second part of my Gym encounter story. (If you did not read Part 1, suggest you go here first...)Dan sauntered across the room, and plopped down on the bed beside us. He did not seem surprised or concerned to find his wife having hot sex with another woman. Vicki wasted no time in

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I'll be honest. Christmas is not my favorite time of year. All this rushing around, pressure to buy gifts so friends and family will not be disappointed, crowded lines... yes I am a last minute shopper, even with all the resources of the Internet available I still fail to get it done. It's a mess, a merry Xmess! And then I am grumpy. I could use some good sex today but does not look like it is

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1166462473612125282006-12-18T17:19:00.000Z2006-12-18T17:38:50.576Z

My friend Robb was reading my blog. He wanted to share losing his virginity but doesn't write well, so this is a cooperative effort. We had fun writing it and hope you enjoy reading it.Robb's storyWhen I was 23, I was transferred from my London office to our office in the Los Angeles area for a six month assignment. I could not believe how lucky I was to get this gig. The company treated me

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I had just got up and was in the kitchen making coffee when there was a knock on the door. It was Caroline, my neighbor. She is just 19 years old, and is married to an Army boy, Charlie, who is posted to Iraq, so she is living alone and often comes by to chat. I made her a cup of coffee and we sat down on the sofa. She seemed down, I asked her what was wrong. "I miss Charlie so much. To talk to,

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My friends Henry and Ella are an unlikely couple. Henry is mid-fifties, portly and balding. Ella is mid thirties, a tall, slim, long legged beauty with a tight butt. Her short cropped hair is dirty blonde. She has long pianists' fingers and long sexy toes. Her boobs are small but otherwise she is an incredibly hot looking woman and gets admiring looks and wolf whistles all the time. They have

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1161778237742965102006-10-25T12:10:00.000Z2006-10-27T19:38:57.600Z

I am horny tonight. Extra horny. My time of the month is approaching, my cunt is wet, and I crave your cock. I don't just want to make love, I want to be fucked. Fucked in the nastiest way. I am sucking your big thick cock like it was the last cock ever. This is not love making, it's raw unadulterated sex. I am deep throating your monster dong, plunging my head down to bury my face in your pubic

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My hubby Duncan once again is away for an extended period, working.... I miss you, Duncan. I miss waking up with your early morning hardon pressing into my bottom as we spoon. I miss the leisurely fucking that almost always follows. I miss the days when I pretend to remain asleep and enjoy your fingers exploring my cunt and arsehole. I miss those days when I wake early, and draw the sheets back

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1159736510004026512006-10-01T20:57:00.000Z2007-01-18T14:08:22.030Z

I was in Florida last winter, my hubby was at a conference and took me with him. But he left me to my own devices all day. After laying in the sun for a while, I wandered around the hotel and found it had a great gym high up with a wonderful view over the beach. So I got on an exercise bike by the window and pedaled away, while people watching. A girl joined me on the next bike, she had been

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This is a story from when I was in college. My roommate Sheila got invited to a party in an upscale part of the city, and asked me to come with her so she would know someone. I dressed in a red leather mini skirt and a blouse that was low cut. We took the subway out there and then walked about half a mile to the house, it was a warm summer night. It was a big two storey house with a large lawn,

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This movie from www.skoopy.com is funny as hell. No nudity, but don't play at work!

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I live in a small village on the West coast of Scotland, in an old house with a beautiful view overlooking the sea and the mountains in the distance. It takes a fair amount to keep the house warm in winter, and my big hunk of a husband Duncan is away working on the oil rigs for much of the time, so I take in bed & breakfast guests to keep me occupied and make a few extra pounds during the summer.

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1154721062642964402006-08-04T19:48:00.000Z2006-08-04T19:54:38.966Z

It's been a while since I posted, and I apologize. I have started quite a few stories, but have had a problem finishing... like sex with a drunken lover! So I am sharing this amusing post which I received in an email. I do not know who the creator was originally, sorry, but thank you! Hope you enjoy. And check back in a few days for a new original post.VahriPre-nuptial AgreementI, the undersigned

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My first job after college, I rented a room in a house from a guy called Alan, who worked in the company's fleet management department. About the time I moved in, Alan's girlfriend Lynn became a permanent fixture there. Lynn was a slim, attractive blonde, small round boobs, long legs and a nice bottom. It was a small terrace house and just had two bedrooms upstairs, separated by a narrow hallway

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1150483145955604082006-06-16T18:32:00.000Z2006-06-16T20:41:22.560Z

Mobile phone rings (Pink Panther tune).... It's Lorna, owner of the flat.Lorna: So, did you play with the toy box, yet?Vahri: Mmmm yes! Several times!Lorna: I knew you would. You are such a dirty little slut, aren't you?Vahri: You do have quite a collection. It would be more fun to play with if you were here with me....Lorna: That could be arranged. At least virtually....Vahri: What do you mean

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1149821170423583842006-06-09T02:42:00.000Z2006-06-12T19:36:25.266Z

My wealthy friends Bob and Lorna were going abroad on holiday, so they offered me their swanky flat in London for a week to house sit, and look after their dog. I couldn't refuse! They are a kinky pair, and the first thing I found was their toy box sitting on my bed, with a note pinned on it "Dear Vahri, these are all clean and ready for play. Enjoy! Love, Lorna"I wander through the flat. It's

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1149543668825909042006-06-05T21:37:00.000Z2006-06-05T21:51:12.950Z

I read this the other day and it reminded me that sometimes we just assume our lover knows how we appreciate him or her ... and that it doesn't do any harm to remind them! From Taken in hand... "If you were to die today, would your last moments be spent regretting that you had not sufficiently expressed your love and appreciation for those you love, or would you at least have the comfort of

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Beep..beep...beep... The alarm is going off. Oh shit. It's 4am. And my lover is leaving on a business trip. I need some more loving before he goes. I turn off the alarm and slide down under the sheets. I take his soft cock in my mouth. I take it all in, savoring the taste of my dried on pussy juice from last night's session. Slowly I suck on it as I pull my head up, my tongue stroking it, letting

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1148818359590756732006-05-28T12:11:00.000Z2006-05-28T15:28:11.676Z

I was taking a walk in the woods the other day, hunting for wild primroses to plant in the boggy area of my garden. The rough path followed a stream that runs down the hill. It's been raining a lot and the stream was rushing. One of my favorite spots is a waterfall which has a deep pool at its base. It's a beautiful spot to sit and watch the water tumble over the rocks. I lay down on a flat rock

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Many depictions of anal sex portray it as rough, animalistic, dominating. This story illustrates that it can be gentle and loving too.It's a quiet Sunday afternoon. We are lying in bed, at right angles, making love slowly, my legs raised so he can lay under them, he is on his side, his cock in my pussy, barely moving in and out, I am rubbing my clit gently, no rush. I feel his finger entering my

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1148439794862257652006-05-24T02:59:00.000Z2006-06-03T00:36:39.856Z

My hubby came home for a short visit and brought me a present from Blowfish. Something that combines my love for beautiful glass with my love of sex toys. It's called the Elizabethan, and it's a glass dildo that changes colors through a spectrum of blue, purple, magenta and green as it turns. It's curved so that when inserted in my vagina, the end rubs against my G-spot. And it's chunky too, big

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1148063180918661752006-05-19T18:23:00.000Z2006-06-12T19:41:04.986Z

Last weekend my friend Chuck invited me to go sailing with with his wife Di. He also invited two young friends of his from work, Jack and Tim, so the guys could do the heavy work. He has a nice yacht, an old but well maintained Baltic 37, made in Finland, very pretty boat with wood decks and sleek looks. Fast too when the wind got up. I called my hubby and asked him if it was OK to go, he agreed,

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1148049260423447512006-05-19T14:33:00.000Z2006-05-24T21:45:51.393Z

I'm driving over the hill to pick up some shopping at the supermarket. It's misty and rainy. My mobile starts ringing. It's my hubby. Yes! At last! I pick it up.D: "Hello love, how are you?"Me: "Horny and missing you, you big lug."D: "I'll be home in a few days. I miss you too." Me. "I've been masturbating a lot thinking of you."D. "Where are you now?"Me. "In the car, driving."D. "Can you pull

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1147967124947716392006-05-18T15:44:00.000Z2006-06-12T19:40:09.976Z

It's a sunny day, and after days of dull weather, mist and drizzle, I feel the need to get out. I give my mum a quick call as I always do, then I go outside and potter around my beloved garden for a while, getting ready for planting some tomato plants. I am bending over pulling a weed when I hear a whistle. I turn around, and my friend Fiona is standing at the gate, with her yellow labrador,

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1147897183896264442006-05-17T20:13:00.000Z2006-06-02T16:27:59.816Z

Sitting alone with my PowerBook in my lap, while waiting for my man to come home, surfing some of my favorite blogs. I read Roger "DirtyBoy 's" invitation to tell him how to fuck me. So I stepped out of the shadows, no longer just a lurker masturbating, and posted a comment in his blog. It was SO much fun writing about Roger eating me out - all I needed to come hard, I was typing with one finger

Vahrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14019534202292513373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28227903.post-1147809551206171812006-05-16T19:53:00.000Z2006-05-24T21:49:04.696Z

I haven't been fucked in a week or more, I need to come sooo badly. The wind outside is howling, but here in my cozy bedroom, I lay on my bed, naked, fantasizing about you, your hardness inside me, the heat as we make love... my hand is touching my cunt now, my fingers spreading my opening wide, carressing my nub, ready for your thick, long, throbbing dick to plunge inside me... but you

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