Valentine's Day replay - Part 4
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Posted:Feb 14, 2017 8:03 am
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As she rolls over, he puts one hand under her head so he can put the pillow back under her head. Blindfold still securely in place, she settles back for more. Her body is tingling all over already, but she knows there is more to come, and hopefully cum. She wiggles to get comfortable and wonders where he will start. Will it be her feet, her head, or maybe in the middle, although she has a feeling he might be leaving that til last. He does like to tease and please and tease some more. She can sense him walking around her, stopping for a second, and then continuing. What is he doing, besides teasing me, runs through her head.
Finally he touches her feet and lightly traces his fingers up her legs, along her inner thighs, parting as they near her pussy, lightly brushing her lips, across her stomach, splitting again to circle her breasts, and coming back together to cup her face, and he kisses her on the lips. She moves to bring her hands up to his face and he tells her to put her hands down. He reminds her that she can’t move or touch anything until she is given permission to. Do I have to tie your hands down, he asks. She shivers at the thought of it as they had experimented with light bondage in the past, and it was a real turn-on for both of them. She can feel his breath on her face as he kisses her again and asks her if she is enjoying her present so far. Her wordless sigh of pleasure is all the response she gives.
He starts to gently massage her head, running his fingers through her hair, down to her neck, and around her face, lightly working her temples, and then down to her shoulders. Before her puts her to sleep, he moves to her arms, one at a time, and then to her chest, taking care to avoid her breasts. He teases all around them, and then moves down to her stomach, tracing small circles across it, each circle getting lower and lower, getting nearer and nearer to where she wanted his hands, and much more to be. He runs his hands along her sides, across her stomach and then down to her legs. The little whimper that she lets out lets him know what she wants, but he’s not ready to give her what she wants, not yet. At her whimper, he walks back up to her head, leans in and tells her with a smile that good things come to those that wait. At that she wiggles and smiles back. He moves back down the table.
His hands now start massaging her lower legs, taking his time on each one, working her muscles, making sure no spot is missed, and then slowly, almost painfully slow, past her knees and to her thighs. He focusses on the outer part of her leg, only occasionally letting a hand stray along her inner thigh, just enough to tease. Finally his hands move to work her inner thighs and as they get closer and closer to where she wants them, her bum raises ever so slightly off of the table.
His hands stop their movement and then she feels a kiss on her stomach, which causes her bum to come up even more. Another kiss a little lower and she starts to moan. Lower again and her bum drops to the table and she moves her hands to his head in an attempt to force his head even lower. His head comes up and he tells her that she broke the rules again …..hmmmm, what should I do he wonders out loud. He stands up from the table and takes one of her hands, pulling it back down to her side. She then feels a soft cloth being tied around her wrist. Can’t have you breaking the rules he says. Before she can respond she feels another set of hands taking her other hand and doing the same on the other side.
Her mind is racing …….
To be continued right away 
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Valentine's Day replay - Part 3
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Posted:Feb 14, 2017 7:58 am
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2024 10:17 pm
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With her eyes covered, she had to rely on her other senses, so she was able to hear the click of the door as he turned the knob to enter. The sound of the door opening was like a quick intake of breath, almost identical to the one she let escape at the same time. She could tell that he was barefoot by his footsteps as he walked up to her and took her by her hand. He slid a hand around her waist and proceeded to guide her out of the bathroom. With one hand on her hip and the other in her hand, he led her into their bedroom, but they didn’t stop there. Out into the hallway he led her, their bare feet echoing off of the hardwood floor, a left turn which could be leading anywhere, maybe fifteen to twenty steps and pressure from his hands prompted her to stop. She could sense him sliding past her, letting one hand trail over her ass and across her stomach as he did so. The sound of another door opening and him moving back behind her, to resume guiding her.
Into the room they went, she was pretty sure it was a spare bedroom but she could not be positive. A few more steps and they stopped again. Pressure on one shoulder and the opposite hip told her that he wanted her to turn around, and she did. Then slight pressure on both hips moved her backwards for not even half a step before she felt something bump up against her bum. Her hands automatically moved back to the obstruction as he moved his hands around her waist to steady her. As she put her hands on what was behind her she found that it was quite warm and felt like a blanket, but solid. His hands moved up to her shoulders and he slid her bathrobe off of her. She could feel it bunch at her feet as he slid his hands down her body, bending down to pick it up. She could feel his breath on her as he came back up and leaned in to whisper in her ear, I want you to sit up on what is behind you, and don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. His hands moved back to her waist and he helped her hop up on the object behind her. As she sat on it, she found that it was not her imagination, it was quite comfortably warm, almost like an electric blanket, except they didn’t own one, that she know of. His hands moved down to her legs and with pressure on them, she could tell he wanted her to swing them onto the surface she was on, and she did. His hands moved up her body, slowly, up to her shoulders again, with one moving to her back. Pressure once again let her know she should lay down. Trusting him, she slowly let herself lay flat, and she found she was on some sort of padded table that was heated. They had talked about buying a massage table but it had not gotten past the talk about it stage. It did feel very nice, comfortable and heated to just the right temperature that she did not feel the least bit chilly. There was even an attachment and pillow for her head to rest on.
Laying flat on the table, the anticipation of what was to come was making her wet. As she moved her hand to touch herself, she felt his hand on the arm, stopping her motion and returning the arm to where it was. You have to lay there and not touch anything until I give you permission to, do you understand? Yes you whisper in response. She can feel him moving around her head and to her other side, pausing for a few seconds and then moving next to her. Roll over on your stomach he tells her, and she does. As she rolls over, he removes her head pillow so her face can sit comfortably in the headrest. She can feel him standing right next to her head and then his hands start massaging her shoulders, neck and back, using the massage oil he bought her this past Christmas. His fingers know all the spots that she loves. He takes his time, working the oil into her body, taking the time to go down her arms, down to the tips of her fingers, never lingering too long in any one area.
From her upper back, he moves to the small of her back, working that spot just above her ass that he know never fails to make her wiggle. Running his hands up her spine, then lightly down her sides is almost like torture sometimes, but an exquisite, pleasurable torture. He slowly slides her panties down over her ass so he can massage her bum, which is her favourite massage spot. He could touch her ass all day and it wouldn’t be enough! His fingers move all around her pussy and asshole, but aside from an occasional brush they continue to tease and tempt while kneading her ass. His hand slides under her hips for a second and makes her raises them for a second, and as they do, he slides her panties down her legs and then completely off. The next thing she feels is a light kiss on her ass which causes a low moan to escape her lips. Her legs now receive his attention as he continues working his way down her body, massaging, stroking, teasing, and exciting her. He would run his hands up her legs, coming closer and closer to her already wet pussy, but he would always stop just short of her lips, sometimes letting his hands part just before and slide by on either side of her. He worked her feet, kneading each foot, each toe in turn, and although she was usually quite ticklish down there, her heightened arousal would only let her focus on that, and not the tickling.
Time to roll over he says to her......
To be continued ......
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Valentine's Day replay - Part 2
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Posted:Feb 14, 2017 7:54 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2017 10:19 am
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After what seemed like 30 minutes, but was probably more like 10, he walks into the bathroom with 4 boxes in his hands. One box was quite large while the other 3 were small. As she started to ask him a question he put one finger to his mouth in a shhhhh motion, and handed her an envelope that had been sitting on top of the boxes. With that, he put the boxes on the counter and slowly backed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
As she looked at the envelope in her hands, she could see OPEN THIS FIRST was written on it so she tore it open to see what was in store for her. In it was a note wishing her a Happy Valentine’s Day and providing instructions for what she should do next. You will find numbers on the bottom of each box and you must open each box in order, 1 through 4, and follow the instructions contained in each box the note read. Curiosity building, she quickly turned each box over to find #1, which turned out to be one of the small boxes. Before opening it, she laid the other boxes out in order, small, small, large, and finally small. Fighting her urge to go right to #4, she opened box #1. Within there was tissue paper, which she fished around in, finding 2 small boxes but no instructions. Knowing his fondest for fun and games, she looked a little closer and found the instruction written on a piece of paper taped to the inside of the box lid.
This note started off by asking her how long it took her to find this and she couldn’t help but laugh as she read it. He knew her so well. Open these two tokens of my love for you and wear them knowing that they will draw men’s eyes to you whenever you wear them. After all, shouldn’t a beautiful woman be admired? Inside the first little box was a set of crystal earrings that she had recently been admiring. He certainly pays attention she thought as she put them on with a smile. The second box was also jewelry, a diamond ankle bracelet. She knew how much he loved her legs, and he enjoyed the admiring glances she received when they were out in public. After putting it on, she wished she was in their bedroom so she could look at it in their full length mirror. Oh well, that would have to wait until later.
Box number two contained a red bra and panty set. The note read, the jewelry were tokens that others can see, these are tokens that only a select few will get to see. The bra clasped in the front and was a match for a few that she already owned. Someone had been snooping in her lingerie drawer! The matching panties were lace, with a split crotch and a row of pearls running between the split. She knew he loved it when she went commando or wore crotchless panties, as did she, but this was her first pair like this. Sliding them up her legs and over her ass, feeling the pearls against her, made her wiggle around a bit. She liked the way they made her feel.
Box three was the large box. She thought it would be a dress, but when she opened it it was something to wear, but it wasn’t a dress. It was a red silk kimono bathrobe. Taking it out of the box, she saw that it was full length and flowed over her body as she put it on. The note attached to it read, I love the feel of silk, especially when you are wearing it. As she moved to the fourth and final box, the sensation of silk against her skin dmade her go mmmmm in pleasure. Would the last box be something else to wear and would it be red to match what she was wearing? Before she opened the last box, she took a second to appreciate the effort he can gone through in planning this. She would definitely have to show him how much this meant to her.
Opening the last small box, the note was sitting on top of the tissue paper. Once you put this last piece on you may not talk unless asked a question. Just before you put it on, knock on the bathroom door to let me know you are ready, and I will be in 30 seconds later to get you
Underneath the tissue paper was a black blindfold. Trying it on, she found that it blocked out all light. What did he have in mind? Only one way to find out she thought. She moved over to the bathroom door that opened to their bedroom, firmly knocked on it a few times, moved over to the counter to lean against it and slid the blindfold over her eyes. Her heart started to beat faster and faster as she waited for the door to open.
To be continued ....... today
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Valentine's Day replay - Part 1
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Posted:Feb 14, 2017 7:49 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2017 1:56 pm
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He told her he had something special planned for Valentine’s Day but no matter how much she tried to find out what it was, he wouldn’t give her any other clues. She tried all her usual tricks and strategies on him, to no avail. So as the day approached she kept her eyes and ears open but he let nothing slip.
The morning of the 14th started off with breakfast in bed and her favourite flowers, lilies, in a vase beside the bed. Relaxing in bed, sharing breakfast, she leaned in and asked him if this was her surprise. No, he whispered back, that comes later.
After breakfast they puttered around their house naked, never failing to touch each other when they passed. When it was time to go out, they took turns dressing in front of the other and both loved watching the other dress, and undress. Then it was out for an afternoon of skiing and fresh air. He always said he admired her form on the slopes and she knew there was a double meaning behind that and it never failed to make her smile.
With the skiing behind them, it was off to their favourite restaurant for supper. A nice wine and her favourite dish, great company, and excellent service made the whole experience wonderful. It did get her wondering what he was going to do to cap off the day though, but he still wouldn’t give her even one little hint. On the drive home after supper he had that knowing little smile on his face that she had seen so much. She knew she would enjoy what was to come and settled back into her seat and just enjoyed her day and who she was with.
They pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, walked into the house, and went upstairs to undress and shower, enjoying each other’s bodies as the water played over them. I need to do something he said, so take your time but you can’t come out of the bathroom until I come to get you. I shouldn’t be too long. Her smile and nod was all the response he needed. As she enjoyed a few more minutes in the shower, her thoughts drifted elsewhere, as did her hands.
To be continued .... immediately 
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HNW: February 1-Black and White
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Posted:Feb 1, 2017 7:12 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2019 4:24 pm
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HNW everyone. I do love the look of black and white pics as they add something to the overall effect. Some may say it is a classic look but I'll go with classically naughty
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She moves me
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Posted:Jan 24, 2017 3:16 pm
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2018 7:03 pm
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I have always enjoyed reading someone else’s erotic writing, especially those written from a woman’s viewpoint. Not only does it provide a small glimpse into what a woman is thinking, I find that a woman’s perspective really gets my mind, and other things, going.
For those of you who had read some of my stories, you already know that there is usually an element of exhibitionism in them. That risk of getting caught, combined with the thrill of the locale.
Now if you combine a story like that with someone who I have chatted with, even briefly, that provides another level of connection to the overall effect. Reading her words, imagining her in that situation ….. imagining myself in that situation for that matter. When words can transport you to the point where you can close your eyes and picture yourself there ….mmmmmmm funderful!!
A few dazes ago, a blogger I follow posted one such story that definitely made me sit up and take notice.
It had all the elements I wanted in a story, flirtation, teasing, connecting, lust, thrill, risk, sex, satisfaction, visualization, tempo, sexy pics, wonderful detail, and a great finish.
As I started to read her story, my imagination started to fly, hoping it would go in a certain direction, and when it [the story] did, it took off. By the end of the second paragraph my cock had already started to push against my underwear, and by the fourth my hand was down and around it imagining I was the lucky guy in the story.
I was torn between wanting to read fast to get to the end and read slow to just relish the experience. I opted for the latter as great things shouldn’t be rushed. There were a few pauses where I closed my eyes and enjoyed the “feeling”
By the end of the story, which I didn’t really want to end, I gave my cock a final tight squeeze and came back to reality. I felt energized by the story and motivated to write, first a response, and then a story that I have had bouncing around in my head [no, the other head!] since before Xmas.
Her reply to my comment came a little while later, and we bounced back and forth a bit, with her prompting me to write about how her story made me feel. I took a day or two to put my thoughts together, as I wanted to do it justice.
I am looking forward to more stories from her and I will shamelessly steal ideas from her, and all you other wonderful writers out there
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Part two:
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Posted:Jan 20, 2017 6:31 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2017 3:44 am
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As she sits on the edge of her bed, he looks at her with a knowing, and curious, smile. “I know I have told you before, but your husband is one lucky man.” A chuckle escapes her lips as she swings her legs up onto the bed and she relaxes back onto some of the numerous pillows that are always present. She takes a moment to arrange the pillows so they frame her head just right but don’t restrain her arms in the least. “Don’t you think you would be more comfortable if you took your pants off? she tells him and he agrees and takes them off, revealing a sexy pair of white underwear that are almost see through.
“So, what did you bring with you, besides the obvious?” she laughs. In response, he opens up his knapsack and brings out a laptop, then a cam, which he quickly sets up, positioning the screen where she can see it. While he is doing that, she is trying her damnedest to distract him, running her hands down her body, pulling her legs up and letting her fingers brush across her panties before bringing them up to cup her breasts.
With one eye on her and the other on what he is doing, he eventually gets his cam situated just right, positioning the cam behind her head so it gives her a great view down her body. Then he pulls out a GoPro for “more fluid and POV angles”. “That’s just a fancy say of saying getting up close and personal” she says with a throaty chuckle. “Can you blame me?”
He lets her know that the cam is recording and he is ready when she is …. “and it sure looks like you are” and she says “as are you!”She starts to play with herself in earnest now, only half noticing him moving around her, shooting with the GoPro. Pulling her left breast out of her corset, she plays with the nipple, tracing slow circles around it before flicking it with a finger and then gently squeezing and pulling on it. As it hardens, she moves to the right one, showing the same affection to it.
She talks to the camera, telling her husband how much she wishes it was his mouth and hands on her tits because he knows how wet that makes her and how wet she is thinking about him right now. She slowly undoes the clasps on her corset, finally opening it all the way and then letting it fall on either side of her, framing her body in purple. Her hands wander down to her panties and then down over her leggings. “You always love me in something like this” she moans to the camera ….. “should I leave them on?”
She reaches behind on of the pillows and brings out one of her favourite toys, one that her husband had given her just before he left, and one that has frequently kept her “company” since then.
Turning it on, she runs the head of it over her tits and then up to her mouth so she can slowly suck on it. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see the effect she is having on her cameraman, which only pushes her on. Letting her toy trail down her body, over her stomach and to her panties, she teases herself, and him, by pushing the head of it against her panties, pushing back, grinding against it.
“I want you to pull my panties down” she says, and nods to her cameraman, as he puts his camera down and places his hands on her hips and deftly pulls her panties down and off before retaking his spot and continues shooting. Free to really enjoy it now, she loses herself in performing for her husband, screaming out his name as she hits those spots that only the two of the know.
As she feels her body building towards a wonderfully fulfilling explosion, he moves the camera in closer to “capture the moment”. Seconds later, her whole body arches as she squirts and cums all over her legs, stomach, bed, camera, and as she quickly finds out, her cameraman. She can sense, more than see, that he has moved the camera up to her face, so she says with eyes closed “I expect you to do this to me, and more, the minute you get home, you sexy bastard!”
After a few minutes, she rolls over on to her stomach, grabs some water, and looks at her cameraman and says “sorry about getting you wet”, to which he laughs. She then asks him how it was. “For me or for you?” he says with a laugh “and we both know how it was for you”. “It was fantastically fun and thank you for asking me to help. I’ll edit the two vids, put them together, and have it back to you in a couple of dazes. We can even take some screen captures and add them to your profile if you want to. Then you can send it off to hubby."
“Let’s watch what we made before you go” she suggests, and they take the next 30 minutes to enjoy what she [they] created. She lets her hands wander over her body, and he does as well [on his btw!] as the video results were spectacularly hot. As the videos wrap up, she excuses herself as he packs up his stuff, puts his pants back on, and helps himself to some water. She comes back, walks him to the door, gives him a big hug, a kiss on the lips, and then another, a quick grab of his crotch, and with a wicked grin tells him that the next time might be a bit more interactive.
But that is another story
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The gift
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Posted:Jan 11, 2017 6:09 pm
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2017 7:40 pm
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He had been away for a few weeks and she wanted to send him something that would show him how much she missed him. It was still 8 more weeks until he came home and she had just the thing to send him. She had a large circle of like-minded friends and she was sure she could find someone to help her bring her plan to fruition. After talking to a few of them, one couple suggested a friend of theirs who would fit the bill nicely, and an added bonus was she was already friends with this person. Already having their phone number, she fired off a text asking if they would be interested in helping her with a little “project”.
Within the hour she had a response, “Sure, whatever you need, just let me know what and when and we’ll make it happen.” Texts went back and forth as they discussed what she wanted to do, how she wanted to do it, and they settled on the following weekend.
On the appointed day she had everything ready and in place as she waited for her friend to arrive. She was both a little nervous and very excited as she thought about what was going to happen, and it was everything she could do to stop from touching herself at the latter thought. She had arranged for the house to be empty so they wouldn’t be interrupted, and she was really hoping that the doorbell would ring on time. It seems like time was crawling as each time she checked the time, it felt like it had barely moved. Finally, 8pm got here and before she had a chance to wonder if her plans had fallen through, the doorbell rang.
She peeks out the window to make sure it is her friend, and not someone else picking the absolute worst time to drop in for a visit ….. and luckily it is [her friend]. Wearing her favourite short black dress she bops over to the door, and as she reaches for the doorknob she is startled by a knock on the door. She laughs a bit at herself as she opens the door and welcomes her friend into her house. She takes their jacket and puts it in the coat closet as her friend moves into the living room and takes a seat on her comfy black leather couch. She walks over and settles on the couch as well, swinging her feet up so they are just brushing against her guest.
“Did you bring everything you’ll need?” she asks and he nods and points to his knapsack, “it’s all in there.” They chat for a bit and she gets up to get some wine for them. As they sip a very nice white, she starts to rub her foot against his leg, enjoying the effect she has on him.
“Shall we get started?” she says and he nods and stands up, adjusts himself and looks her in the eye and blames her for it with a laugh, reaches for his bag [no, the other bag!] and follows her out of the room and up the stairs. She stops at a door and tells him to go inside and get ready while she goes into the bathroom and “freshens up”. “I should be five minutes or so so don’t fall asleep on me” she says with a wink. “No danger of that!”
In the bathroom, she slips out of her dress and hangs it on the back of the door, turns to the countertop where she had left the items she needs for tonight. Her mind is running through delightful imagery as she steps into her sexiest black panties and pulls them up over her hips, admiring how they hug her and show off an ass her husband calls spectacular, and as she reminds him, he is slightly bias.
Picking up one of her hubby’s Xmas presents to her, she opens the package and pulls out a pair of wet look stockings that compliments her panties perfectly. Sliding each foot into them and pulling them up her legs makes her body twitch just a little as she knows what is coming very shortly.
Picking up her newly bought purple corset, just picked up the day before from a friend of hers who makes them [she had a sale on after all!], she wraps it around herself, loving the feel of it on her skin as she does up the clasps on the front of it, appreciating how her tits sit up in it. The colour really does show off her red locks to their finest!
Outfit complete, she takes a minute to run a brush through her hair, touch up her lipstick, dab a little perfume here and there, and grab a quick drink of water from one of the bottles she had sitting there. Picking up a couple of the bottles, she moves to the door adjoining her bedroom, opens it, and walks in. As she walks in, his head comes up as his jaw drops. “I take it you approve” she says as she walks over to the bed.
End of part one
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Looking back
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Posted:Jan 6, 2017 9:03 am
Last Updated:Jan 8, 2017 6:58 am
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When you're looking back at your times of yore, do you marvel at how your perspective of your favourite toys has developed over time?
For many of us, our first set of wheels we drove was a [granted, probably a more basic model than this souped up 21st century beauty]
and now when we think of riding a toy, many of us look at this for fun.
A lot played with marbles as a , trying our best to knock the other person's agates out of the circle.
Present day idea of fun marbles!
Growing up, many of us were fascinated by all things magical, which allowed our imagination to soar.
And those magic wand have been replaced by other wands that take you to other magical places.
Dolls were a big thing, as face it, most of us did not grow up with computers so we had to find other ways to amuse ourselves [even, shock of shocks, going outside!!]
Our idea of outdoor fun has "matured" over time
And many of us were never too far from our favourite stuffed toy or animal growing up
only to have that little guy evolve into something a little more ...... interactive
Is there anything you miss from your time of yore? Anything you want to add to this list? 
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Happy New Year!
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Posted:Dec 31, 2016 11:34 am
Last Updated:Dec 30, 2020 10:02 am
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Should bad first meets be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should gut reactions be forgot,
Some dazes can be unkind!
For there’s no grand design, my dear,
No grand design,
We’ll take a glass of wine, no fear,
Cause there no grand design!
We have run around in bars,
And put on clothes quite fine,
And we much prefer our shining starr,
In outfits of decidedly naughty design!
We have done our share of missin’,
From the rise of the sun till it stops to shine,
But just cross a small border lies misskissin,
To a great restaurant we will dine.
And here’s a hand, to NewBeginnings,
Who have graciously and mischievously lent a hand,
When ideas have been a spinning,
And things turned out so much better than planned!
And someday I’ll go out for a glass,
Picking the brain of an author!
Taking pics of each other’s ass,
Debating which pic is hotter!
Creating on the fly,
With wondrous words inspiring play!
That lets us reach places on high,
The creativity and raw power of maggeemay!
When I’m needing inspiration,
And no one here is really prissy.
I can always find a seed of creation,
In the work of ethicalslutMissy!
And if I am feeling a little blue,
And craving something totally funny.
Just one mouse click away, maybe two,
Takes me to my witty sexy fwiend, SnuggleBuni!
New friends and old, all are rare gems,
For both I am grateful.
From the inventive and sensual kinkyfem,
To the universe’s favourite soul, Rachel!
I have been lucky enough to meet amazing femmes,
Who are so incredible, we all agree!
Yes, I mean you sweet_VM,
Not to mention redhotfun4you and MsC!
I guess I should scoot,
The year is winding to a close.
Don’t stop being you Naughtypursuit,
And stay Ontario’s finest rose!
So after all that, I really just want to say,
Have a very Happy New Year!
And celebrate in your own special way,
Wishing 2017 to be a year of great cheer!
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Never-ending love
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Posted:Dec 29, 2016 7:03 am
Last Updated:Dec 29, 2016 6:20 pm
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Now before you start rolling your eyes, this is probably not what you're expecting from the title, except the person who I hinted to about it last night.
This is about a love so strong that many of you will have meltdowns when deprived of it. Now don't get me wrong, a little depravity can be a good thing when the situation calls for it. After all, who doesn't need/appreciate a little wickedness from time to time?
I am talking about something that is almost ritualistic in the lives of many ....... any guesses??????
Coffee has slipped into the lives of millions of people, that sneaky little bean. So much so that it has a language all its own and slang terms to describe it, and here are a few ..... or more than a few:
A Cup of Juan Valdez's Best
Americano
Arbuckles: (Cowboy Coffee! Learn more about it.)
Battery Acid
Bean Juice
Black Ichor Of Life
Black Tea
Brain Juice
Brew
Brewtus
Café
Caffe
Caffeine
Caffeine Fix
Caffeine Infusion
C8H10N4O2: (The molecular formula for caffeine)
Cup of Brew
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Twas the day
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Posted:Dec 26, 2016 7:14 am
Last Updated:Dec 25, 2020 12:50 pm
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Twas the day after Christmas, and it had worked out as planned,
Every pore was a-tingling – the night had been grand.
The toys were all broken in, their batteries spent;
Except for the best one, let’s call him Trent.
On the bed beside her, right where she left him,
Like any good toy, attending to her every whim.
And her in her panties, with a contented smile,
Went into the bathroom, seeing her just been fucked hairstyle.
Stepping in to the shower, the water felt delicious,
As it flowed over her body, the day’s start was auspicious.
Away to the door, her eyes flew like a flash,
Was that a noise!? should she make ready to dash.
When what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But her new toy Trent, with an oversized leer.
Her toy was smiling, so lively and grand;
Shorts all a-bulging, told her he had something planned.
With a hand she did reach, as he grinned like a fox,
And pulled him in, as she had a thing for hard cocks.
Their hands did roam, without a care in the world,
Til he could take no more, and with that she was whirled:
"Now Sexy, now Naughty, now Wet and Ready
Here's Hard and Horny and Eager—hold Steady!!
On the tip of her toes, every sense is awakened,
Now fuck-away, fuck-away, fuck-away, you pagan!"
He teased and he thrust, his hands on her ass,
As he filled up her box, he was amazed by this lass.
Then wanting more, she deftly spun around,
Dropping to her knees, sliding her lips over his crown.
Then she heard him exclaim, with great holiday cheer,
"Is this what you had in mind Xmas eve, when you pinched my rear!?"
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Twas the night
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Posted:Dec 24, 2016 5:13 am
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2020 7:24 pm
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'Twas the night before Christmas, and she came up with a plan,
Her loins were a stirring and she wanted a man;
Her stockings were held up by garters with care,
In hopes that his hands soon would be down there;
Her little black dress was nestled all snug on her curves,
While visions of delight danced through her head that his body would serve;
And slipping on her heels, and gliding to the door,
She walked through into the night, I'm up to no good she swore,
While from the right there arose such a clatter,
She swung her head to see what was the matter.
Away into the night it flew like a flash,
The neighbours damn cat had knocked over the trash.
The lights reflecting on her breasts shone like new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of her eyes a delightful glow,
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a mini-Austin, driven by a man with an all-knowing leer,
Now this little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a trick.
More rapid than eagles he beckoned by name,
And he whistled, and shouted, oh he was so lame;
"Now, DASH! now, DANCE! now, PRANCE you sluttly VIXEN!
Oh, COME! on okCUPID? on, YONDER getting BLITZED!?
To the top of the tower! You have me in thrall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
Away from that pervert my feet did they fly,
When I meet with an asshat, I take to the sky,
So up to my faithful steed, to my SUV I flew,
With my purse full of toys, and my favourite Rabbit too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard the engine hum,
The growling and purring of each little one.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Seeing that dirty little man rapidly losing ground.
I was dressed to kill, from my head to my foot,
With everything matching, and jewelry to boot;
A bundle of toys I had flung in the back,
And I looked like a woman getting ready to attack.
My eyes -- how they twinkled! my dimples how merry!
My cheeks were like roses, imagining his nose on my cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin tickling my thighs as I start to flow;
The hem of my panties he held tight in his teeth,
As my legs encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a sexy face and a devilish little laugh,
He shone like a light, as he wasn’t done by half.
He was frisky and creative, a right jolly mature elf,
And I moaned when he paused, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a flick of his fingers,
Soon let me know he wouldn’t let me linger;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And pulled off my stockings; then looked up with a smirk,
And laying his fingers aside of my rose,
And giving a nod, down across my stomach he goes;
He sprang to his knees, to me he gave a whistle,
And away we both flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove his cock out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
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