tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72590034464580842372024-02-07T18:37:14.757-06:00Sexy Good TrashUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger54125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-33832564028453064552010-03-31T06:41:00.001-05:002010-03-31T06:41:12.145-05:00After DarkI must tell you that this get together was so much more than sex. It was nearly a spiritual experience! We were there for a reunion of the mind body & spirit. The realization that we had never been together after dark was exciting in some kind of childhood fantasy way. Like we were out late playing around and we knew our mother's were calling us to come home. <br /><br />Our bodies were on fire! Our hearts pounded, not from nervousness, but from the shear thrill & anticipation of the moment. It was like standing atop the bridge and the bungee harness is tied and everyone is counting down... 5...4...3...2...1<br /><br />It's still hard to believe how easy this was to do. Once our mind caught up with the rest of us, the soul was one... I told you, it was spiritual, but the sex was amazing too. Cumming in her was like renewing a union that had been broken by circumstance and now we had a chance to tap into what really brought us together... Love, a deep ever-lasting love, but also a love which could only go so far.<br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-86203655263486686682010-03-21T13:47:00.004-05:002010-03-21T14:30:09.314-05:00Good Times<span style="font-size:180%;">T</span>he moment our bodies came together I was hard. The time that passed seemed like mere moments. Everything about her was immediately recognizable. The way she moaned, and pressed against me, the look of love in her eyes and the delicate lips that waited for mine. It was magic. She groped my butt and reached for my cock. All this within the first 5 minutes of seeing each other again. We were ready to tear of the clothes and consume each other, but I wanted to step back, outside of ourselves to appreciate.<br /><br />Me: slow down babe, lets sit on the bed and say hi<br />Nicole: Hi... oh babe, I've been thinking about your tongue, but you're so right. Are you still working out?<br />Me: yes, but...<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Nicole</span>: you're so hard. I want to lick you. I want it all!<br />Me: I wish I could work out more often<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Nicole</span>: you feel so good.<br />Me: we've got 2 hours to feel good<br /><br />She laughed, moaned and we kissed some more. We moved to the bed, kicking off our shoes. She unbuttoned the top of her skin tight jeans. I nibbled on her navel, as she pushed my head between her knees. Sniffing near her crotch, hoping to smell her juices, I looked up and whispered, "I love you".<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Nicole</span>: ohhh babe<br />Me: lets get these jeans off<br /><br />She wasted no time undoing her jeans. I gently tugged them down beyond her wasted, bringing her panties with. I could now tell that she had recently shaved, anticipating my licking her pussy.<br /><br />Me: you didn't have to do that for me to lick you, you know I love your hairiness<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Nicole</span>: I know...I only tried to make it neater<br />Me: you look delicious<br /><br />I teased her until she couldn't take it anymore. Licking and touching everything but her clit. She kept moaning her signature "please....oh please lick me".<br /><br />I wanted to lick her just as much as she wanted me to. We both got our wish after I removed my tongue from as far as it would go in her pussy. Her silky juices rest on my tongue and I slathered those juices around her clit. She arched into me and said "Yes!" We were holding hands while I licked her and throughout. She came sqeezing my head between her thighs and popping the knuckles of my hand.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-55323898174022973662010-03-09T18:51:00.005-06:002010-03-09T19:24:23.861-06:00We Held HandsI had never seen her wear tight jeans like that before. She always liked the loose fit, the comfy, almost pj jeans. Above the snug fitting denim rest a solid white shirt with tails just below and under a vest. She looked sharp! Her hair had just been cut above the shoulders. I usually like longer hair on a woman, but this had a distinct, almost Hollywood styling. It was bouncy and full of attitude. Not too formal, and close enough to bed-head to be sexy as hell!<br /><br /><br />We held hands and drew our bodies close. We smiled. I put my hands around her tiny waist and she walked into my body. We kissed. It was like being home again. All the same sparks ignited. I was hard as we walked to the bed. She sat down, but I just wanted to admire her more.<br /><br />The Hotel was on my way home and only 5 minutes away from her house. I arrived at 5:35, but she wouldn't be there until 6:45. I was over tired from a lack of sleep the night before, so I thought I might take a nap. That never happened. There wasn't a chance in hell I would be able to calm myself down long enough to sleep. It wasn't that I was nervous... OK, maybe a little, but I wasn't nervous for myself. I was nervous for her. I was worried about what she would have to go through to get here. What lies did she have to tell, and what were these lies doing to her. I wondered if she would be able to relax.<br /><br />She texted me for the room number when she arrived.<br /><br />Me: 201<br />Nicole: Come outside<br /><br />I rode the elevator down to open the door for her and what I saw was not a woman who would have a problem relaxing. I saw my lover who was ready to please and be pleased.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-63629823989452660512010-03-04T22:23:00.001-06:002010-03-04T22:23:03.872-06:001 More Time 4 Old LoversThere is a plan in the works for us to get together again. It's been a long time but we both are looking forward to it. Nicole said she is a little nervous because of all the time that's passed, but I think any nerves we feel initally will be washed away by our bodies knowing exactly what to do. <br />No pressure. We'll only do what comes naturally, as we did for so many years... Hugs & kisses and maybe some fully clothed spooning. It could also turn into a full out love & fuck session... Playing in each other's juices for a couple of hours.<br /><br />There is also the possibility that nothing at all will happen. She may not be able to handle the guilt. You know, the marriage. She still has desires and I know her heart and that it's hard for her to deal with. I let her know that I was open to us getting together of course, but I'm not pushing it.<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-7298336358400503902010-03-01T06:09:00.001-06:002010-03-01T06:09:49.153-06:00Breaking AwayBelieve it, I felt that I had lost something, left something of value behind. It still forces a smile when I think of how much love was shared...how much wetness and cum was spilled, swallowed and licked up. <br /><br />Change...<br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-25624324845012537682010-02-25T21:34:00.003-06:002010-02-25T21:50:43.309-06:00The Boss from Hell!<strong><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span></strong>hat have I been doing for the last few weeks? Hell, what have I been doing for the last year! Yes, it was my boss a little over a year ago. My female boss who used and pleasantly abused me. It was pleasant to a point. When you are fucking your boss, it never ends well. You will always be compromised. He or she will always ask more of you than you are willing to give. She didn't want me fucking anyone else at work but her. The bitch. What a fucking bitch!!!<br /><br />Amber was laid off and Nicole got another job and that was the end of our 3 way. I was left with this boss I couldn't stand and a pussy I had to fuck, lick & suck whether I wanted to or not. Goddamn I hated going to work everyday. I couldn't avoid her. The bitch had me by the balls and she knew I had bills.<br /><br />I didn't last long... in late March of '09, I quit my job. I told my boss to go fuck herself... go control-alt-delete herself, and I was out of there!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-77656572319684321202009-02-10T23:35:00.006-06:002009-02-11T01:30:04.793-06:00The Company Store<em>So... you may be wondering what I've been doing for the last few weeks. I'm sure many of you figured I had given up on this blog. The fact is, things have been happening so fast and getting so damn complicated, that I had to just let it all happen. Have you ever been the guy or gal with video or digital camera at an event? Did you feel like you missed out on some of the action, maybe some of the fun? Yes, you caught the right shots and you'll be burning CD and DVDs, but you don't really feel like you were part of it all. Well, I didn't want to, or simply couldn't step back and take a snapshot of what has been going on. It has been fun and exciting indeed, but it has also been very emotional and at times hurtful from a variety of perspectives. Now I'm ready to share.</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>A</strong></span>t one time it was the company store. It still has boxes stacked in every corner and a few metal shelving units scattered around. I can remember going there to get a bottle of orange juice and a pack of gum or aspirin during breaks. It was a useful place, just a floor above the cafeteria. A few cafe style tables and chairs; a nice place to say hey to coworkers while picking up a USA Today.<br /><br />She wanted to meet me there before work... 4:30 am to be exact. 5am was our typical before work meeting time, but this was different, very different in so many ways. This was someone new and I had no idea what was going to happen.<br /><br />I came up on the elevator from a bottom floor. The door opened and there she stood with a janitors stash of keys in her hands. She looked me up and down, then turned towards the door and unlocked them as if we had done this for years. I was a bit nervous, but excited. I knew she had some kind of thing for me, but I didn't know if it was all good. I mean, there was a feeling inside that maybe she knew about Amber & Nicole and had some sense of what we've been up to. How was she reacting to it? Did she just want to fuck and fire me? Did she just want to fuck? Did she want to hear all the details of what the 3 of us have done and then fire me; or did she hate my horny guts. Would she make me eat her during her period... then fire me? The last one was a dream I had after I hesitantly agreed to this meeting.<br /><br />She was wearing a butt hugging black skirt, just above the knee and a tight gray sweater which showed off her erect nipples nicely. She put the bundle of keys on the old counter and told me to "come here, I want to talk to you". Here we go, I said to myself... My heart was pumping blood to all the right places. My dick was getting hard, but somehow I had the feeling I was heading for a trap. I figured this would be a cage I could never get out of without loosing some skin in the process. Why couldn't I just tell her that I've had a change of heart and need to go. I actually turned my head around and looked back at the glass door. What I saw in the reflection was a foot balanced on a can of paint and a skirt pulled back far enough to see her naked butt.<br /><br />She walked behind the store counter and I followed, like some hard dicked boy toy zombie looking for flesh. Without a word, she stood there is front of me, our lips inches apart, and unzipped my pants then licked my chin, as if to say "attaboy". What the fuck am I doing? This is my gawd damned boss you stupid fuck. Before I could kick myself in the ass, she had my cock in her hand and was guiding it into her pussy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-3277767766069041862008-12-20T12:13:00.014-06:002008-12-20T20:57:39.488-06:00The Dance of Open Hearts<div>I wish I could sleep between her legs</div><div>waking up to her scent and licking again</div><div></div><br /><div>I wish I could rest my tongue inside<br />feeling her heart beat, catching a ride</div><div></div><br /><div>We wish we could become one</div><div>pushing to the limits of our body</div><div></div><br /><div>And we wish to safely burrow into</div><div>into every window of our soul</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>If ever lost forever</div><div>the soul will always recall</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>The body will also remember</div><div>the smell, the taste, the dance hall</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>The dance of our bodies always linked together</div><div>like drips of wetness from part to parts<br /></div><br /><div>euphoric </div><div>in the dance of open hearts</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-22699904419874814412008-12-16T08:15:00.008-06:002008-12-18T15:01:33.392-06:00Fingers & Tongues: Their Secret<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjesU5R_lX2UldckYWs-SnOOM1T1baF7FdPRtKs0VH_y5Ur1g32UT-I8O74Wi7CluTeTqwua9_vZhacmHhUrZzzytLDqHBD6pSnpMoDjdC_m4DOasZKiGXr7Z_DaSxRinqdg8rxBgQzcSY/s1600-h/DSC02390.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281236810876047442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjesU5R_lX2UldckYWs-SnOOM1T1baF7FdPRtKs0VH_y5Ur1g32UT-I8O74Wi7CluTeTqwua9_vZhacmHhUrZzzytLDqHBD6pSnpMoDjdC_m4DOasZKiGXr7Z_DaSxRinqdg8rxBgQzcSY/s200/DSC02390.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">I </span>never wanted Nicole or Amber to feel as if they had to get together; but at the same time I didn't try to hide my fantasy of the two of them doing it over and over again. Up to this point they've played with each other in the car, and made love in a hotel. They've given each other cums with fingers and tongues, and they have had their alone time to explore each other without my presence.<br /></div><br /><div>When I found out they spent another 2 hours together after work, I was both perplexed and turned on. On the one hand, I wondered why it had to be a secret; the other hand was holding Charlie.</div><div><br /> </div><div><em>Me:</em> 'smirk' talk to me lovers</div><div></div><br /><div><em>Nicole:</em> it was not that we were hiding it from you.</div><div></div><br /><div><em>Amber:</em> nope</div><div></div><br /><div><em>Nicole:</em> it was more like a little game we were playing.<br /></div><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>Me:</em> ok</div><div></div><br /><div><em>Amber:</em> it was our secret and you know what, it was more exciting that way!</div><div></div><br /><div><em>Nicole:</em> wroorr yeap, and we had fun keeping it from you too!</div><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>Amber:</em> hehe do you want the juicy details or not?</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>So they are playing with me and it's ok. I still think they should have been more open with their intentions, but I understand what they were up to, and if it turned them on even more... if the intensity of their orgasm was stronger & longer... then more power to them. </div><div></div><br /><div>I got off on the visual for two days straight and if I think about it too much while writing this post, I'll have to again. So thanks to Amber & Nicole for spending their secret time together... for sharing some of the titillating details, like having a double dildo inserted while talking about everyone at work that turns them on. When they told me that, I figured there was at least one glass of wine involved... there was. And thanks for letting me know there is a bruise on Amber's thigh from being over-humped by Nicole and cum on twice. That bruise was confirmed just yesterday at lunch. It looked like a pussy's skid mark to me. My dick shot up so fast & hard that Amber had to work at getting her lips around the bouncy throbs. I came in record time imagining Nicole's elated grinding!</div><div></div><br /><div><em>Nicole:</em> it reminded me of riding a horse! hehe you're next Max!</div><br /><div></div><div><em>Me:</em> oh happy day... tell me when and where</div><div></div><br /><div>and ever since the <a href="http://sexygoodtrash.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-for-change.html">"...change"</a> I thought I was in control! HA</div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-4678957916207027012008-12-07T17:44:00.004-06:002008-12-07T18:41:18.507-06:00A Simple Fantasy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihscLmup3HA3XvMsAIiNQsitAeYLd0mKRvCevVBAe71ucgZ4y2LEPXSddHIUsoxb40fmaETOYzG8mTxLqRpLcSoqDRN62xWwiHl8_6o9CHV7Ift9ZKqNwI_gQhWbR7H7d2XFOG0s6yon4/s1600-h/Picture-194.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277212061625824850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihscLmup3HA3XvMsAIiNQsitAeYLd0mKRvCevVBAe71ucgZ4y2LEPXSddHIUsoxb40fmaETOYzG8mTxLqRpLcSoqDRN62xWwiHl8_6o9CHV7Ift9ZKqNwI_gQhWbR7H7d2XFOG0s6yon4/s320/Picture-194.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Along the lines of my previous post... I've had this fantasy of sneaking into the girls dorm to visit someone. During this visit, we have a few drinks and the subject of cunnilingus comes up. Somehow word spreads that we are talking about oral sex and my friend & I notice that there are several pieces of paper beginning to accumulate under the door. She gathers them up, spreads them on the table and all we see are dorm numbers. Every piece of paper had a dorm number on it! Everyone on her floor! </div><div></div><br /><div>She looks at me and says, "this is your lucky day!". We precede to knock on every dorm door. when the door is open, we flash them the corresponding number, I go in and lick her pussy until she cums. We knock on 25 doors and it takes a little over 3 hours! </div><div> </div><div>I'm not even sure if I pull that off in life, but that's why we call them fantasies.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-6854204643037086992008-12-07T14:36:00.010-06:002008-12-07T16:00:29.779-06:00Amber's Personal Pussy Licker... Always Available, Always Willing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7kLZEYLqovbeb4KSNVh_1ok5PaC900pQyJvy0pl-MJXKzKPXa7K9j8orEhfln_AI-Sid_PAFbif69WzpP2VOjcxZZR-p-67093Y1kgXKK6UVQirIb6Z4OznKozLdrhej6x6aqoy8UhE/s1600-h/099_9931.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277170999697367570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7kLZEYLqovbeb4KSNVh_1ok5PaC900pQyJvy0pl-MJXKzKPXa7K9j8orEhfln_AI-Sid_PAFbif69WzpP2VOjcxZZR-p-67093Y1kgXKK6UVQirIb6Z4OznKozLdrhej6x6aqoy8UhE/s200/099_9931.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span></strong>ometimes Amber will walk into the elevator with no panties, pull up her skirt and bend over for me to do whatever. On this day, she made sure to let me know she wanted and needed to be licked... She told me she had been thinking about it so much that she left another wet spot on her office chair, which is becoming a common occurrence.</em><br /></div><br /><div>Amber: don't let me forget to push my chair under my desk before we leave! If someone sees this, they may think I peed. I've been playing with myself while thinking of you licking me. Are you horny?<br /></div><br /><div>Me: I'm getting there, but this is for you... I want to be your pussy licker today!<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: wrooor!!! I may have to start wearing panties again. I just pulsed when you said that and gushed some more. Touching now<br /></div><div>Me: putting a finger in? Is anyone else around?<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: yes, I just inserted. hehe I acted like I was scratching my nose and tasted it! There's only one other person in my area and she can't really see me unless she stands up.<br /></div><br /><div>Me: since I'll be tasting it soon, how was it?<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: now putting pressure on my clit. damn that feel so good! btw, I put my sweater under me. I'm kind of slumped in my chair now.<br /></div><br /><div>Me: if you keep this up, you'll end up doing what Amanda did when she worked here!<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: still touching. what's that?<br /></div><br /><div>Me: you don't remember me telling you about her?<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: only that she was a freak.<br /></div><br /><div>Me: yes she was!<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: someone just walked by on the way to the vending machine. I had to sit up.<br /></div><br /><div>Me: careful!<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: I just watched him bend over to get his bag of something. Not bad! ok, he's gone. I need to insert again after seeing his nice butt.<br /></div><br /><div>Me: who was it?<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: I don't know him, but I know his butt a lot better now! Guess what?<br /></div><br /><div>Me: What?<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: I'm still wet! heh<br /></div><br /><div>Me: lucky for us, you usually are.<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: tru tru hey, what were saying about Amanda?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Me: oh... she told our Sup she wasn't feeling well and then laid her head on the desk. I sat across from her, if you remember, but faced the other way. Well, her chair squeaked just a little and you could hear it when no one was talking. About 15 minutes later, the squeaks were turning into a slow beat. I turned around to take a look, not thinking much of it, and noticed that her right hand was between her legs and her elbow was moving slowly. Her head seemed still, but what gave it away for me was her left hand... It had a white knuckle grip over the side of her cube. She would release the grip only to re-apply it more firmly. I couldn't see her right-hand or forearm anymore, but her elbow movement was getting faster and I knew she was doing more than just scratching her inner thigh!<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: did she cum right there at her cube!<br /></div><br /><div>Me: yeap, and then got up and went to the ladies room. When she got back, she told me in chat.<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: she was strange. why did she tell you? didn't she send you pics of her clit piercing?<br /></div><br /><div>Me: I don't know, guess she was bragging<br /></div><br /><div>Amber: you don't have to worry about me cumming at my desk. I would rather cum in your face!<br /></div><br /><div>Me: ditto</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-2540313300226689322008-12-04T11:26:00.006-06:002008-12-04T12:56:13.214-06:00Cold Morning In The Park<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9MKGoyKRrq4glz8P1QU7pg9zZ84Nt1hkFyLvfK3rnsOqlP1Vzn77MGWMSAMKf6vJ8wEGL3U9Lg6LWfUpLnzQ8VnCfWxsK-vt7pSeOMM-SkAAPjDzW5pIeDN7KXglzFjLZnZRAnpSShM/s1600-h/DSC_0013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276004651215691762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9MKGoyKRrq4glz8P1QU7pg9zZ84Nt1hkFyLvfK3rnsOqlP1Vzn77MGWMSAMKf6vJ8wEGL3U9Lg6LWfUpLnzQ8VnCfWxsK-vt7pSeOMM-SkAAPjDzW5pIeDN7KXglzFjLZnZRAnpSShM/s320/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>The windows were already fogging up and all Amber did was start stroking my cock. I got hard in a quick minute and asked if she would put her mouth on me. As she started leaning over to the passenger side, Charlie began its rhythmic contractions in anticipation. The warmth of her breath surrounding my cock was enough to awaken 4 days worth of cum. The dexterity of her overworked tongue tickled all the right places. She went down as far as she could, then came up and without swallowing; let the spit drip over the head.<br /></div><div></div><div>Her free hand was already pulling down her elastic pants. By the time I opened my eyes, she was half undressed and climbing between the seats to lay down in the back. She pulled her blouse and grabbed her breast, as if to keep them warm. My pants were already at my ankles. I turned left, went over the hump, and rested between her thighs. My cock found its way into her pussy without a touch and we kissed.<br /></div><div></div><div>It was still dark out, but we only had 20 minutes before having to be at work. We could have laid there... me in her, talking, kissing and caressing for twice as long as we had. That's what we wanted... time... more time to just be with each other and slowly build to a place we knew existed, but had only reached a few times. I promised Amber that we would take a 2 hour lunch sometime soon, so we could do just that. Her pussy and arms followed suit as they both held me tight.</div><div><br /></div><div>After a quick butt-kiss, I got up on my arms and withdrew Charlie from her pussy until the tip could feel the cold air. She crossed her legs and tried to force me back in, but I controlled the entry and slowly re-gifted her every inch I took away. I looked around to make sure no other cars had entered our park. The only sounds were a few tree branches being blown together in a cold wind. Amber and I were still protected by darkness. We kissed deeply and she rocked her hips into me. My strokes were short, staying deep inside her. The cold air was not felt again by Charlie until after we both came. Once again, we wanted to preserve the moment; sharing all the pulses and throbs and completely letting my cock drain itself into her. "I want it all", she said, "I want it all". </div><div><br /></div><div>We got dressed and made it to work with only minutes to spare. Our bodies were satisfied, but our hearts were longing.</div><div></div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-3200745590096099132008-12-02T06:32:00.004-06:002008-12-02T09:07:25.001-06:00Cold, Hard FuckingWe met in the darkness of a cold early morning. Although we were wearing heavy coats and gloves, our internal heat was fueled by a long holiday weekend of lusting for each other. After family, turkey and pumpkin pie, we were ready to get down and dirty, and we didn't want to wait for a break or lunch.<br /><br />Arriving at work an hour early was typical for Amber, but I had to work at it. On this day, the motivating factors were easy to imagine... primarily the submersible warmth of her pussy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-50248399083533598342008-12-01T20:56:00.004-06:002008-12-01T21:59:18.347-06:00Shooting Blanks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim64td-7cq9EpO5sNQnarRReDIZ7Tluq80qna3DHyLrsglWj9aAqt9W8KWJ7wMREHSOjA8Eaw-hgB0Jl0UZ8HoS7K02L9GMWheOQLFFCADzJJMOwTxSkSimuWWYUN_zoL4nsrovOM2e4g/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275035938319049282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim64td-7cq9EpO5sNQnarRReDIZ7Tluq80qna3DHyLrsglWj9aAqt9W8KWJ7wMREHSOjA8Eaw-hgB0Jl0UZ8HoS7K02L9GMWheOQLFFCADzJJMOwTxSkSimuWWYUN_zoL4nsrovOM2e4g/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I don't remember exactly how old I was; only that I was in elementary school and not yet 10. It was time to play soccer during P.E. I had nothing against soccer. When you're a kid just running around is great fun - then throw in the added bennies of actually kicking a ball into a net! Hell Yeah! Well, the fun ended when some clumsy kid aimed for the rolling ball, missed and kicked me square in the nuts. I could have sworn that those two tender morsels were going to explode through my eyeballs! I only remember rolling around on the ground. I also remember never... ever playing that game again. </div><div><br /> </div><div>I had a couple of sexual experiences in middle school, but my sexuality exploded in High School. I was very picky. I didn't choose to explode in just any girl with a short skirt or big boobs. There had to be more going on for her than that, and we had to click. Ok, so there was this one time I took a girl to the prom (my 2nd) and we danced once, then screwed the night away in her Dad's car! Her exact name escapes me. My point is that there were plenty of very "good friends" in H.S. </div><div></div><br /><div>There were also plenty accidents, omissions and "let's just fuck"; and never a pregnant High School girl. Never a pregnant sorority girl or anyone else... nothing... nada. It's been ok. It's always been ok with me. If we have a child... great; if we don't... great. Really, it's as simple as that. </div><div> </div><div>So when Nicole missed the usually timely arrival of Ms. Flo, I was concerned, but not overly so. I was much more concerned about her emotional state than I was about the real possibility of her being pregnant. I have not been checked (yes, I know I should be... for the few who wanted a child), but I have always believed that I'm shooting big, fat & hot blanks. </div><br /><div></div><div>Today we were informed by Nicole that there is nothing to worry or be concerned about. She was not feeling well and just before lunch she went home for the day. Flo has made her not so pleasant presence known.</div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-69312009522199351872008-11-20T22:48:00.010-06:002008-11-22T23:38:21.677-06:00Cumming Home to Roost<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>A</strong></span>mber was called into the office by her Manager yesterday. My heater is blowing cool air. Nicole's visit from Aunt Flo is late and when I slapped my car into tip-tronic mode, it slipped, then the check engine light came on and flashed! Why the hell is this convolution of unfortunate events happening?<br /><br />I had no idea what was going on with Amber until 10 minutes ago. All possibilities ran across my nervous mind... did we get caught? Was there a camera in the elevator, put there because someone suspected what we were doing? She's a perfect employee; why would a manager call her into the office at such short notice. It couldn't be good.<br /><br />I've also been informed by both Amber & Nicole, that I have not been in the best of moods lately. Could it be the holidays creepin' up on me faster than I want, or have the economic woes of the country finally come home to roost? Yes! Hell Yeah... the good side, at least gas cost less than $30 per damn tank!<br /><br />Am I getting bored with our threesome? Do I need something different, something extra? Hell no... seriously, this is the flashing light of all highlights for me right now. I guess if it were ONLY the sex, I would probably be bored. That's not true, the sex is amazing! What keeps us going is that we truly love and appreciate each other... besides that... the white hot passion is still there. That's why I worry when Amber gets called in. Her and I tend to take more chances than Nicole would ever allow. If we are standing in line waiting to order food at Red, Hot & Blue; and she said she needed it; you might catch my middle finger half-way up her pussy as I tell the cashier how we want our ribs that day..."Wet for her and a dry rub for me, thank you".<br /><br />So when my lovers tell me there's been a negative change in my mood, I check myself. I start digging. I first want to be sure everything is ok with us...that all 3 are still enjoying what's happening. From that point, I work my way out... speaking of work. I no longer enjoy my job. Could I actually be burned out, tired of it all, except for the opportunity it gives me to play in some risky business with both Amber & Nicole? YES<br /><br />Everything changes, which reminds me, I need to check with Nicole about Aunt Flo.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-6431880517083806962008-11-12T13:58:00.003-06:002008-11-12T14:24:07.033-06:00DWM - Driving While MasturbatingAn interesting question was asked on <a href="https://twitter.com/home">Twitter</a> last night... to paraphrase, "how many women have masturbated while driving and had an orgasm?". For most of us men, the thought of women driving around us cumming is a delicious visual, but I have a question... How do you maintain yourself and still drive? I couldn't do it! Do you tone down the cum a bit so it's not one of your more powerful ones? Are you moving or at a stop light? A curious guy wants to know.<div><br /></div><div>Personally, I know of two who have had orgasms while driving. Amber, who started while making long trips to and from a University, said that the vibration of the car is definitely an asset. The other DWM I'm aware of actually put her foot on the dash while using cruise control. Amazing! <br /><div><br /></div><div>This is yet another example of the sexual superiority of women over men. Like M&M's (unless they squirt, (another nice thought)) there is no mess for a woman, like a man would make in that situation.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-17684770867484061662008-11-09T00:20:00.008-06:002008-11-11T16:39:12.259-06:00Gonna Use My Fingers!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5O6nFXzLR_pruDtxEmtdNJbZCCCIe6YEuZCxODk6NPqlh40IqnUaLZDn7nOMzRdti0L4rKf3v5OsJycel6GwZljfED0WqisCV8Ela6qgQp0pnGhzS-ZEhY5pSyY-S9EmY2AhSj-_Rbw/s1600-h/PKG3D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5O6nFXzLR_pruDtxEmtdNJbZCCCIe6YEuZCxODk6NPqlh40IqnUaLZDn7nOMzRdti0L4rKf3v5OsJycel6GwZljfED0WqisCV8Ela6qgQp0pnGhzS-ZEhY5pSyY-S9EmY2AhSj-_Rbw/s320/PKG3D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266878022669156994" /></a><br />Telco Guy entered our world again the last time Amber went next door to get some breakfast goodies for Nicole & I. In case you've forgotten, Amber gets very excited anytime he's around. They just happened to meet each other at the elevator and ended up going to the cafeteria together.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: you will not believe who I rode next door with?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: ?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Nicole</span>: who?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: Telco Guy! I asked him why he cut his hair and he said it was starting to bug his neck. I feel like such a school girl... a very wet & horny school girl! and I'm going to the ladies room right now to insert!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: hehe... Amber is that all you talked about was his hair?<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Nicole</span>: she's gone!</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber had already left for the ladies room to insert a finger or two in her pussy... once again </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Nicole</span>: Max, she already left. Do you think anything else happened? </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: I'm sure she'll let us know<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Nicole</span>: she better</div><div><br /></div><div>We waited for her return. I sat there getting hard thinking about it</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: anything like what?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: how was it?<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: oh I pulsed the entire time we were in the elevator. He looks like he's been working out.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: no, how was your insert?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: of course, I could have cum! Who's doing lunch today?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Nicole</span>: well...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: well what?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: Nicole & myself were gonna drive to Eatsies... bring back a surprise or two.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: ok I guess I'll spend more time in the ladies room.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Nicole</span>: Hey, you can go. You need it more than I do today.</div><div><br /></div><div>and there goes Nicole, showing some sweetness yet again. But there's more to that story... She knew that Telco Guy made Amber horny, but she also knows how Amber can be when she doesn't get what she needs in a timely manner. Amber can be very demanding at that point. I love it, but I think it scares Nicole sometimes. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: are you sure? Nicole, don't do this if you are going to be upset with me after.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Nicole</span>: I was really looking forward to the time with Max, but you need your cum and I'll take lunch tomorrow.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: Max?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: whatever you two decide... as long as Nicole is sure she's ok with it...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: are you sure Nicole?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Nicole</span>: I'm sure, I want to know how many times you cum after seeing your Telco Guy!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: thank you sweetie</div><div><br /></div><div>After all that, I was looking forward to both of them in the elevator giving each other a make-up hug and smooch. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole decided to ride down with Amber & I, in order to give us both a turn on jolt before she sent us on our way. Her and Amber hugged and said some reassuring words to each other... and they kissed... a gentle smacking kind of kiss, that said to each 'I really care for you'. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once Amber & I got in the car, she leaned the seat back and unfastened the clasp to her gray slacks, then the top button just below.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: hey babe, let me at least get out of the parking lot. there are windows in this building you know!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: ok... sorry, I'm so ready!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: I guess so!</div><div><br /></div><div>Once out of sight of the building, I slide me hand down her slacks. I purposely avoided her clit and tried to insert two fingers into her pussy. I asked her to unbutton one or two more to give me better access. Without missing a beat, she unbuttoned all five and pulled her slacks down to her ankles. They were now resting on the floorboard. She kicked off her flats and stepped out of one pant leg. Her legs were now free to spread and spread she did. I easily put two fingers in her now and she leaned back in the seat even more. Traffic was heavy that day. We got a late start, so we ended up on the highway with most of the lunch crowd. I tried to stay in the slow lane to better conceal this half naked women in my passenger seat. She didn't seem to care, she just wanted to be touched.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: was he wearing tight slacks? did you notice a bulge? did it grow as you stood there starring at it... wanting it?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amber</span>: yessss</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: Did he take your hand and lay it on his cock, so you could feel the warmth, feel it grow... feel the throbs...</div><div><br /></div><div>She didn't answer, but she was totally in the moment. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me</span>: and then he let go of your hand, but your hand stayed on his cock. You wanting to curl your fingers if only so slightly, letting him know you want it... you need it.</div><div>He leaned back into the elevator wall and you followed... holding your hand in place over his cock, now firmly gripping his hardness as if it were all yours.</div><div>you licked his lips, thinking you had some kind of control, but he grabbed you around the waist and forced you into him. His tight body felt good next to yours and you wanted to climb into him. He kissed you...kissed you as if he was making up for all those times he saw you... and wanted you... but no words were ever uttered.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We were halfway to Eatzies and Amber was thoroughly fucking my hand and saying "yessss" to everything I said. The high priced, high rise apartment buildings were only 2 or 3 blocks away and my fingers were still buried in her, trapped... forced to be there by a lover enjoying the last thrills of juicy cum.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-17335023870627753962008-11-08T23:32:00.015-06:002008-11-10T14:09:21.718-06:00Hot Tub Lovers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsIVfqLwY58_-PcitvMbxcgdQWP1a8Oztq7dq4Zivru_BqH3rVw0MbfMUvlfireDPvjjDnYYRDorO280wtaDnZvnYzCRY1Ozi1zAvt5BGvGdd2vhZqJ_AwhU6T2XFsG966ieU5Wg-N20/s1600-h/_DSC0014c2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsIVfqLwY58_-PcitvMbxcgdQWP1a8Oztq7dq4Zivru_BqH3rVw0MbfMUvlfireDPvjjDnYYRDorO280wtaDnZvnYzCRY1Ozi1zAvt5BGvGdd2vhZqJ_AwhU6T2XFsG966ieU5Wg-N20/s320/_DSC0014c2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266876966542064034" /></a><br />It wasn't the best of feelings knowing my back was hurting on the same night I would host my lovers for some hot tub fun. Several times during the day, I wondered if I would be able to get in the 104 degree water. As it turned out, all this worry and concern was for nothing. It caused some anxious moments, but even if I couldn't get in and participate, I knew I would enjoy watching Amber & Nicole do their thing.<div><br /></div><div>The cooking was fairly easy and well within my capabilities. I asked and received an appropriate idea from "NookieNotes" on Twitter. Although this is a sexblog, and not the Food Channel, sex & food are often very good partners in and out of bed. </div><div><br /></div><div>I chilled 2 bottles of a dry Riesling wine; half of one bottle I used in the honey mustard sauce (starting to sound like the Food Channel). The rest of that bottle we consumed as we dipped the grilled chicken pieces in a sauce that was so good we ended up licking it from each others fingers. I admit that I am normally not a finger licker... not even my own. If food gets on my fingers, that's when a napkin or paper towel come in handy... but on this night, with the wine complementing the sauce and the sauce complementing the wine, we were apt to lick anything that the sauce landed on.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was the first one in the hot tub. The temperature beeped at 104, all the jets were on, and I wanted to give my back a real chance to recover from whatever had gone wrong. Actually at that moment, there was no pain. I had forgotten all about my little back issue. I got in and immediately melted into the flow of jets and the relaxing warmth of the water. I could no longer hear what Amber & Nicole were saying, but they were still having fun, so I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I figured after only 15 minutes of high heat and a jet massage, I would be as good as new.</div><div><br /></div><div>I opened my eyes to a naked body climbing the steps and throwing her leg into the water. She had two wine glasses in her hand and once she had both feet in, she sat my glass in a holder next to me. "You're sweet", I said, sitting up-right and lifting my head off the pillow. Nicole found her spot directly across from me. We sipped our wine and she let out a sigh as she let her body go. Nicole had a long, contentious day at work and I swear I could see the nasty spirit of stress leave her in the form of steam lifting from her head & shoulders.</div><div>Amber climbed in with her glass and an almost full bottle of wine. She straddled me and sat down in my lap. While leaning over to set the wine in a holder, we kissed. The thing about being in water is that you can be as sloppy as you want; and we were every bit of sloppy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Honestly, I was still concerned about my back even though at the moment, it felt great. I mentioned it to Amber since she was getting very close to sitting on Charlie. "We'll be gentle babe", she said in a wet whisper. She was playing a game with my cock... up and down, flowing with the water, using her legs to direct herself over Charlie. Up & down, I could feel when she missed and I slipped over the crack of her ass. Up & down, and how she would sit behind and let my harder cock graze over her pubic hairs. She was very gentle when it would miss her pussy; lifting up slightly and guiding it into her. She sat down in my lap easy, but with a firmness that guided my cock to the end of her pussy. We were locked into each other from head to toe... hardly moving, but simply enjoying the heat, the jets, all surrounding us in our embrace.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole paddled over with a glass of wine and motioned for me to take a drink. I tried to tilt my head and she tried to pour some wine in my mouth. I got a taste, but most of it ended up running down my chin and left cheek. So there I was, sitting in a hot tub with a stiff cock in Amber and Nicole licking wine off my face. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: Amber, can I have some?</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber reached for the bottle of wine...</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: No, I want some Charlie!</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber: Charlie who?</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: The Charlie Cock inside of you, That's who!</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole was playfully nibbling on Amber's earlobe, asking her if she really liked that ear or not. </div><div>Amber laughed and gracefully lifted from my cock. I sipped more wine and Nicole took her place on my lap. She eased my cock in her and rocked her hips back and forth far too gentle for my taste.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: hey... ok you guys are being waaay too gentle, do you want to fuck me or not.</div><div>Nicole: just being careful with your back babe</div><div>Me: it's fine...really. between the wine and being in here, it feels great. I'll let you know if I feel pain. So far so fucking good.</div><div>Amber: is that just your horny talking?</div><div>Nicole: probably</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, now they are going to try to hurt me! We laughed and had a three-way kiss where we basically licked each others lips. Nicole was moving faster over Charlie and still trying to kiss and breathe. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: you ok?</div><div>Me: no worries, you feel so good!</div><div><br /></div><div>She was leaning back into the water. I held her wrist and she moved her hips into mine. She found a spot and didn't change. We looked at each other until her eyes rolled and her head turned towards Amber. Amber quickly moved through the water and kissed Nicole; holding her head up and grabbing her breast, which were bouncing just beneath the foam. Nicole's movements were forcing water over the edges. With every splash the water careened over my face. She was cumming and every instinct of mine was to force it deeper... pump her back... make her scream with pleasure. I relaxed and let her have her way. She had found a spot inside and I didn't want to risk a mis-fire. Her body lurched forward and she grabbed my shoulders, riding the waters wave. She came! Now she was going up and down and still cumming around my cock. When she finished, she sat down hard on top of me. I wanted more movement, because now I was close. The cum was quickly working it's way up with every slight move of her muscles. All she could manage was more involuntary squeezes, and that was working its magic on my cock. Her Betsy was happy and pulsing around me. I came in her in one steady flow. Her pussy tightened around me and her nails dug into my shoulders. I was so afraid of hugging her too tight, I released her. We kissed as more cum flowed.</div><div><br /></div><div>I leaned back and Amber poured the rest of the wine over my head. </div><div><br /></div><div>Amber: how's your back? </div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole slowly got up and sat on the edge of the hot tub. She was thirsty and quickly finished the rest of her wine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: my back is great! no more back talk ok? </div><div>Amber: ok babe... did you cum?</div><div>Nicole: ohh...yes he did!</div><div>Me: yes</div><div>Amber: you two are so fucking hot together! I loved it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber was now standing in the center of the hot tub and touching herself. "Hand me that", she said, pointing at the nearly empty bottle of wine. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-27645618300137982502008-10-26T12:25:00.003-05:002008-10-26T12:34:31.701-05:00Sexy Good Food<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">The A-List</span><br /></div></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><br /></span><div><a href="http://www.wholefoods.org/">Whole Foods - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "></span></span></a><a href="http://www.wholefoods.org/">B</a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Plenty of touching on the way to Whole Foods and even more cumming in the parking lot... In an out of the way area of the parking lot, where I've received more than my fair share of head from Amber.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.lamadeleine.com/">La Madeleine - </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><a href="http://www.lamadeleine.com/">B</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">The <a href="http://www.lamadeleine.com/Lunch.aspx">Chicken Friand</a> is a personal favorite and Nicole fell in love with it also. A playful ride to and from. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.centralmarket.com/">Central Market - </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://www.centralmarket.com/">A</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Probably more cums on the way to/from Central Market than any other location. A great place to go when sex is on the brain and we have no idea what we want to eat</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; ">. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://eatzis.catertrax.com/">Eatzies - </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><a href="https://eatzis.catertrax.com/">A</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">one of our favorite places to go... long ride, lots of cummage on these little trips. Eatzies is another place we go wet & horny, without really having an idea of what we want to eat, but knowing we want something different.</span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.redhotandblue.com/">Red, Hot & Blue - </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><a href="http://www.redhotandblue.com/">B</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Ribs, pulled pork, sausage & cheese... bringing it all back to work and making the place smell better.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.cornerbakerycafe.com/home.aspx">Corner Bakery - </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><a href="http://www.cornerbakerycafe.com/home.aspx">B or C</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Sandwiches, soups & salads, not to mention some dangerous desserts which I try my best to ignore.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">The B-List</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.chipotle.com/">Chipoltle - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">C</span></span></a></div><div><a href="http://www.bostonmarket.com/home">Boston Market - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">C</span></span></a></div><div><a href="http://www.tacobueno.com/">Taco Bueno - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">C</span></span></a></div><div><a href="http://www.sonicdrivein.com/">Sonic - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">B</span></span>*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">or C</span></span></a></div><div><a href="http://www.popeyes.com/">Popeyes - </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><a href="http://www.popeyes.com/">C</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">A: far enough away to do plenty of touching. Usually involves someone cumming on the way there or on the way back, and sometimes both.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">B: Most of the time not far enough to cum, but ample time to get things warmed up before getting some good food and going back to work. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">C: a quick run after 1 cum or more at the park.</span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">* Everything but the "good food".</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-81472941365691020832008-10-25T13:52:00.004-05:002008-10-27T12:17:38.708-05:00"What did you do for lunch?"That's a question I hear way too often, and there have been times when I came very close to telling them exactly what went on...<div><br /></div><div>"oh dude, you wouldn't believe it. I took two girls to lunch and on the drive there, I fingered one while the other one was in the backseat playing with herself. Oh man, it was fuckin righteous, the one I was touching came before we got to the park and the other one was so fucking turned on, she got naked and laid down in the backseat for me to fuck her. You would not believe how wet she was! So I licked her a little, while the one in the front seat sucked my dick..."</div><div><br /></div><div>He would look at me like I had just lost every vital brain cell and say, "oh oh yeah right man, where did you really go?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"I went to get a Whooper dude, you want some fries?"</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-76906572106621419052008-10-24T14:00:00.004-05:002008-10-24T14:15:01.160-05:00Nicole<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw35oPDUurmTXRId5CIUjWeDr4ffbPFj1QVvvqJxyKpWhE3pD8vsGW4vtTGv3mOFClWc2zl1AuuMAqyp8GX_6wkZdGggiYcD4LOaQB9IEOpYHyHyNiu19t0jMjvsVEgx5uhKfV6KYzQm8/s1600-h/DSC01998.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw35oPDUurmTXRId5CIUjWeDr4ffbPFj1QVvvqJxyKpWhE3pD8vsGW4vtTGv3mOFClWc2zl1AuuMAqyp8GX_6wkZdGggiYcD4LOaQB9IEOpYHyHyNiu19t0jMjvsVEgx5uhKfV6KYzQm8/s320/DSC01998.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260797975868054802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">after some good food & sex!</div><div style="text-align: center;">She's on a bed in a hotel half asleep and needs to get up.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-57341061248033931282008-10-19T17:05:00.017-05:002008-10-20T08:22:50.015-05:008 Hands & The Moola Mantra Part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfj8ngIF2S5lMfm2wbUWbc0ppVt9SgucKa91D4lVIfiBcfQuBu-wgHU7Zpg_MPWzNhI9thn0IBxo1F3P9qXgtFxtGl1v3BYxKHyPt4YzOgDcAeFOK0yT9UJHcntiqrTHE4d7BPsD0JtA/s1600-h/DSC01994.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfj8ngIF2S5lMfm2wbUWbc0ppVt9SgucKa91D4lVIfiBcfQuBu-wgHU7Zpg_MPWzNhI9thn0IBxo1F3P9qXgtFxtGl1v3BYxKHyPt4YzOgDcAeFOK0yT9UJHcntiqrTHE4d7BPsD0JtA/s320/DSC01994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259030586641265362" /></a><div>Me: I'm so fucking glad we kept the room! <br /></div><div>Nicole: that was so much fun. I can't believe what just happened. Amber, are you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span></span>?</div><div>Amber: yes!</div><div>Me: are you sore?</div><div>Amber: yes, but a good sore. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ahhhhhh</span></span> man, I'm just used up... just used up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber was down in the back seat completely exhausted. Her face was still flush and she wasn't moving a muscle. Her words were coming out like it was the hardest thing for her to do. She labored in her own pleasure. I pulled the car next to the main office to return the key. Originally this room was for lunch, but it didn't work out that way with me having to skip, and Amber needing to take only 30 minutes. I did take a short break in order to call Ann's number I found on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Craigslist</span></span>, and we were very lucky to get her on such short notice.</div><div><br /></div><div>After returning to the car, I opened the backdoor and kissed Amber on the forehead.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: are you sure you're <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ok</span></span>? Here's a Sprite.</div><div>Amber: thank you!</div><div><br /></div><div>There was a certain euphoric sense in the car as we drove back to work. I asked Amber if she was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span></span> to drive, as a joke, but neither Amber or Nicole thought it was very funny. Not only was the car filled with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">euphoria</span>, but it was also filled with a light smell of soap and funk - some kind of new musky perfume I wish I could bottle and sell!</div><div>Once we got to the parking lot, Nicole and I leaned back into our seats and sighed. Neither of them were in any hurry to get out of the car and start supporting their own weight just yet; especially Amber. She was still in the same position; since the last time I looked. I wasn't really worried about her at that point, because she had that sweet "after-sex-smile". That smile of confirmation that most men need to see... that says we did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ok</span></span>. I do try not to ask the all too typical "did you cum?", but I do like to see that smile. </div><div><br /></div><div>Amber: what did she have in me?</div><div>Nicole:uh?</div><div>Amber: what did she have in my pussy?</div><div>Nicole: she wrote it down for me and I put it in my purse - some online store</div><div>Amber: oh good, cause I want one</div><div>Nicole: me too! I didn't ask her, but does it have more than one speed? I should have asked her.</div><div>Amber: I have no idea babe, who cares.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was nice to hear Amber come alive. She grunted a little as she sat up and put her hands on both of our necks.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber: thank you-you two...thank you. Cherie is still pulsing deep inside! </div><div>Nicole: it was like when she turned on that music...</div><div>Me: yeah, we all melted...</div><div><br /></div><div>It was like Ann's Hands were dancing to the music; dancing on the back of Amber. Nicole and I smiled at each other knowing that our lover was enjoying every moment of this. We wanted to watch the entire massage, but we also wanted to have some fun ourselves. I spooned her, nibbled on her ear and kissed her neck. Now we both were on our sides and facing the massage table. Ann was working on Amber's legs. Her entire body was shinning with massage oil. </div><div><br /></div><div>The site of another woman touching Amber turned us both on. Charlie was hard and I could feel how wet Nicole was from the front.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: put it in me!</div><div><br /></div><div>She spread her legs slightly and I went to put it in, but only teased. The head of my dick went in her and stopped. I wanted her to beg a little. We were watching Ann massage Amber's butt and inner thighs. </div><div><br /></div><div>Me: I bet she's soaking wet... I know Cherie is quivering</div><div>Nicole: yeah</div><div>Me: you want some more?</div><div>Nicole: put it in me! please...</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole's voice was getting softer, but not any weaker. She wanted my hard dick in her and she wanted it now. Her butt was pressing back into me and Charlie was between her legs. The way it was positioned and the way she was moving, I could have cum without Charlie ever being inside of her. We were still watching a sexy Ann massage Amber's butt. She was taking her time and I'm sure she could hear Amber's exhales, because we could. I reached down and Nicole spread her legs again. This time I put my entire dick in her.... sliding in & out a few times, then slamming it deep in her pussy. I held it there and we both tried to relax; everything but Charlie & Betsy. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Every time</span></span> I put pressure on her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">clit</span></span>, Betsy would tighten around me, sending the throbs through my hips & legs; forcing me even deeper inside.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: she's going to leave a wet spot on that table and I bet her nipples are hard</div><div>Me: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">yah</span></span> think? she may leave more than a wet spot</div><div><br /></div><div>I wanted to ask Amber how she was doing, but I didn't want to disturb her in whatever world she was in. So Nicole and I whispered; making educated <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">guesses</span> as to just how turned on this was making her. We figured when Ann had her roll over, Amber would just go at it... start touching herself until she came, just to take the edge off.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: if she does, I'll get up and grab her hands. </div><div>Me: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ok</span></span></div><div>Nicole: then lick her fingers</div><div><br /></div><div>Charlie jumped inside of her, which set off a pussy pulse from Betsy, which set off a throb... which set off... you get the idea.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber turned over facing us and smiled. We all heard a little pussy fart as she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">maneuvered</span> to her back. Her legs were together, just as they are when she masturbates, but she kept her hands at her side. Ann spread her feet apart and put two small pillows under each knee and one under her head. Amber's hands were grabbing the table, not out of fear, but Nicole & I knew it was because she wanted to cum. I whispered, "relax". I'm not sure she heard me, but as Ann walked around her, she put each of Amber's hands flat on the table. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ann was bending over digging into her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">over sized</span> gym bag again. She pulled out something which was hidden in it's own smaller bag... looked like a soft eyeglass case.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ann: Amber... this is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack</span>!</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber didn't say anything and both Nicole & I quickened the short pumps we started once Amber was on her back.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ann: would you like to feel <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack</span> as I continue my massage?</div><div>Amber: Hi <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack</span>! yes, I'm about to... oh fuck!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ann slid <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack</span> in her and held the remote control up to show us. She turned it on and Amber's toes pointed forward. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ann: try to relax as much as you can.</div><div><br /></div><div>When we heard the little hum from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack</span> and saw Amber's response; Nicole & I could no longer continue with our lazy fuck. There was no more letting my dick rest deep inside. Nicole's butt smacked into me and I pounded into her. We were still watching Ann & Amber but we were fucking our horny ass's off now. All the smacking and heavy breathing was getting to Amber. She was now grabbing both breast and in rhythm with us. I tried to kiss Nicole, but she started to cum and let out a loud cry. Amber tried to look around at us when Ann turned <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack's</span> speed up and got her attention back on her own impending <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">cummage</span></span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>As Nicole's pussy creamed around Charlie; Ann motioned for us to join her. She had the bottle of oil in the air and waited for us to get out of bed. With our hands well lubricated, and the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack vibrator</span> at full speed, we all touched Amber. Sliding up and down her body and over our own. Amber's senses were overwhelmed with pleasure from all the hands... all the touching. Ann held <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack</span> in her pussy and over her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">clit</span></span>. We could hear the little pearl balls colliding in her, offering Amber a sensation she had never felt before.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber held on to my wrist as she came... as she burst out of herself over and over again. Cums like this prove female superiority when it comes to having an orgasm. I didn't think it would ever end. Amber has been here before... where one drops off, another one comes on... and again and again... We were all cheering her on...</div><div><br /></div><div>Ann: you go!</div><div>Nicole: come on baby, let it out, let it out.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole was moving to the other side of the table and grabbed Charlie on the way. I followed her or should I say my dick followed her. She bent over the table, her hand on Amber's thigh and I put Charlie in. We were fucking again... shaking the table one way, while Ann & Amber shock it the other. Ann was still holding <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack</span> in place, and was now kissing Amber's stomach. That was it! Shit... now we knew Ann was into it, and that was all it took. I exploded in Nicole and we both collapsed on Amber.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber was still having some after-shocks - Ann was now at the sink washing <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack</span>; and Nicole was on the bed telling us how <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">shaky</span> her legs were. I kissed Amber and joined Nicole. Spreading my tired legs on the bed; all of us lay in silence. A very peaceful silence.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole gave me the info to pass on to everyone about <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jack,</span> it is why I now have a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.tootimid.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">TooTimid</span></span></a></span></span> link on the sidebar. I've seen it work! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="http://shop.tootimid.com/jack-rabbit-pearl-vibrator.aspx">Jack Rabbit Pearl Vibrator</a></span></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-21433601402359576672008-10-16T23:23:00.014-05:002008-10-17T19:29:21.526-05:008 Hands & The Moola Mantra - Part 1<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">S</span></span>he had a model's height and carried her lean body with grace. I never would have guessed that she did anything other than stroll down a strobe lit runway wearing designer fashions. Her name was Ann, according to her Craigslist Ad, and she was walking towards our hotel room in two inch pumps, a black unitard, and a gray halter t-shirt which said "Ann's Hands". <div><br /></div><div>Ann's advertised specialty was "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">An Actual Professional Massage with The Benefits of A Happy Ending!</span>"; and Amber had NEVER had a massage before. She had mentioned several times that she had fantasized about a stranger touching her all over... getting her wet by "accidentally" touching certain areas. These were fantasies with a male masseuse, but considering her new experiences with Nicole, I figured it might be ok to have a female. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ann walked to the door I stood at - admiring her every step. I guess I was blocking the room number because she held up 8 fingers and said, "room 8?". As dopey as it felt, I stepped to the side, revealing the magic number. She introduced herself and we committed to some small talk; like two boxers feeling each other out. In this case, we were probably looking for some assurance that the other wasn't crazed. I must say, she spoke much better than she dressed. We had a friendly hug and she walked back to her car to get her massage table.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber & Nicole had been looking through the blinds the entire time. They had no clue what was going on. I stepped back inside and ushered them away from the window to prolong the suspense as long as possible. I cuffed Amber's face and gave her a passionate kiss. This was for her. Her first massage and more... As Amber and I were smooching, Nicole made it back to the blinds and saw Ann walking back with her table.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: what did you dooooo!</div><div><br /></div><div>She was laughing as she sqeeked those words. She kissed Amber on the back of the neck. They locked arms and Nicole walked her to the window.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: are we all getting a massage? Amber you're about to loose you massage virginity!</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber just looked at me with those 'thank you' eyes and smiled on her way to the ladies room.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ann walked into our hotel room, kicked off her shoes and set up her table. As the table took form, she began to explain to Amber the many benefits of massage.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"><ul><li>Reduce <strong>spasms and cramping</strong>.</li><li>Relax and soften injured, tired, and <strong>overused muscles</strong>.</li><li>Release endorphins—amino acids that work as the body’s natural painkiller.</li><li><strong>Relieve</strong> migraine pain.</li><li>Improve the condition of the body’s largest organ—the skin.</li><li>Increase <strong>joint flexibility</strong>.</li><li>Lessen <strong>depression and anxiety</strong>.</li><li>Promote tissue regeneration, reducing <strong>scar tissue and stretch marks</strong>.</li><li>Pump oxygen and nutrients into tissues and vital organs, improving <strong>circulation</strong>.</li><li>Ease medication dependence.</li><li>Enhance <strong>immunity</strong> by stimulating lymph flow—the body’s natural defense system.</li></ul></span></div><div>I was very impressed with her professional presentation. It was so good to Amber that she began to remove her clothes as Ann laid a sheet over the table. Nicole and I retreated to the nearby bed. We must of looked like a couple of open-mouthed kids seeing something which promised to be pleasing on so many levels. I propped pillows up, reclined and Nicole rested her head on my chest.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ann: do you have any aches or pains right now?</div><div><br /></div><div>All 3 of use laughed as Ann waited for an answer. </div><div><br /></div><div>Amber: hehe, no, I'm ready to relax.</div><div>Ann: great, I'm going to wash my hands and you can get on the table face down.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amber had removed her clothes and was standing there with a naughty smile on her face.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: you look great babe! </div><div><br /></div><div>She mounted the table and said, "you have a stop watch; I'll bet I could cum in less than 60 seconds!" </div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: I'll race you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ann returned with a small bottle of oil and calmly said, "slow down you 3, this is an hour massage". What else did she have in that bag of hers, which by the way, I never saw her bring in the room.</div><div><br /></div><div>This was going to be fun. Ann is cool - Amber & Nicole are happy and relaxed... Not to mention that all 3, maybe 4 of us were horny as hell! Ann turned on some music; something she called "The Moola Mantra (Part 1) by Deval Premal. Neither of us had any idea what or who it was, but it fit somehow. </div><div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLvbmpmKylM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLvbmpmKylM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br />PART 2<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8xu9mgp-Es&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8xu9mgp-Es&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-60184509350793893482008-10-09T21:16:00.006-05:002008-10-09T22:27:23.139-05:00The Telco Guy Effect<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXlc-cGyBMJG724gvQNd3NPkd8ItbRvcDMjy6d6YMasuZ3B1DVb2O0Bhe-7QZ1bsOmBizdQWYJVtjcomFAGtzu6itArd4EM1_HMTSuBZzMoaL7Ni95_-a1sX0CuwW7IDGwb1USvZNA1II/s1600-h/DSC00545.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXlc-cGyBMJG724gvQNd3NPkd8ItbRvcDMjy6d6YMasuZ3B1DVb2O0Bhe-7QZ1bsOmBizdQWYJVtjcomFAGtzu6itArd4EM1_HMTSuBZzMoaL7Ni95_-a1sX0CuwW7IDGwb1USvZNA1II/s320/DSC00545.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255360112539061698" /></a><br /><a href="http://sexygoodtrash.blogspot.com/2008/09/slo-day.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">T</span></span>elco Guy</a> was in the elevator as I got on. He was dressed in his usual gear, tight pants, tight shirt unbuttoned halfway down his bare chest. The hair on his head was getting longer, almost reaching his shoulders. Amber digs longer, well kept hair. The heals of his black shoes tapped as he moved away from the control panel. I stood there looking at him, wondering if he was trying to see his reflection in the aluminum covered doors. "Do you know Amber?", I said, like she might have a prize for him. Until this very moment, we had never said anything but a "hey" or "what's up" in passing between buildings. Most of the time he saw me, I was either with Amber or Nicole. "Yeah, I setup some phones for her team. Why, what's up?" He was used to being stopped and asked questions about phones and probably figured this was another request. "Well, Nicole would be jealous of me if she knew I was in the elevator with you... alone"? I laughed as it came out of my mouth. I didn't want to scare the guy off. He returned my laugh and raised me one when he said, "I know." I can't say I was shocked; there are a few guys out there who actually notice when a women is noticing them. It's all about being aware. "I'll ride with her!", he said. <div><br /></div><div>I know Amber is curious about him, but I'm not sure she would actually do anything if she had the opportunity. Telco Guy has entered her conscious and subconscious thoughts, but does she really want a piece of that reality? Besides a temporary turn-on, what effect would it have on the three of us if something did happened... and continued to happen. Hmmmm... </div><div><br /></div><div>The elevator door opened and I stepped out. From the other side of the door, I looked him square in the eye and calmly said, "we'll talk later". Whether we will or not, I didn't know, but I do know that Amber will have one of her better cums when she hears about this encounter.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7259003446458084237.post-48991045783189888682008-10-07T23:59:00.009-05:002008-10-09T15:58:30.223-05:00Caramel Cock<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zFFIfG4O_8E8otletbYIk8Z_eUayfZH3VJ1657PaYSqOy7jkjf2AlrgngqNAXnT2LU5N4aS7UJKb_Z0yuDdvlzjsNc9OJKgD5_ToqD8EkACuZ-WVhKwJPAabkGeZqkQGG_VJKCDCgEA/s1600-h/lips.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zFFIfG4O_8E8otletbYIk8Z_eUayfZH3VJ1657PaYSqOy7jkjf2AlrgngqNAXnT2LU5N4aS7UJKb_Z0yuDdvlzjsNc9OJKgD5_ToqD8EkACuZ-WVhKwJPAabkGeZqkQGG_VJKCDCgEA/s320/lips.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254660615248444690" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">N</span></span>icole was sweet enough to bring me coffee this morning, and while doing so discretely whispered in my ear "I want to lick Charlie". I lifted my head from the computer just in time to see her walking away. I focused on the fact that her ass appeared to be eating most of her khaki slacks, and I could see the small of her back under her shirt. It was a scene I replayed all morning. One that kept me in an aroused state and fully awake for my first encounter of the day.<div><br /></div><div>Amber had requested both breaks and she wanted to help prime me for my lunch with Nicole. We walked next door, picked up 3 ham, egg, and cheese sandwiches, then rode the slo back. I put the breakfast bag down and unzipped. She slid her hand past my balls, and grabbed my ass from the front, while at the same time consuming every inch of my hard cock. I looked down at her big beautiful eyes looking up at me. Slowly she backed off, half smiling, with half a finger in my asshole. </div><div>My cock was bouncing in the air for more. What a tease, I thought... what a damn good tease. I wanted to turn her around and fuck her right then, but she was wearing slacks, and we didn't have that kind of time left on the slo anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back at our respective cubes, Amber explained to Nicole what she just did to me in the elevator. This is always a big part of the continued turn on for us... talking about the sexy adventures we just did, or the ones we plan on doing. We all get off on it big time! After hearing the details, Nicole knew I was ready for a lunchtime explosion and she wanted it all. There was no way she would share this one with Amber.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: thank you lover!</div><div>Amber: np, you need some help?</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole never answered...</div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole: would you let me suck Charlie if I had Sarah Palin glasses on?</div><div>Me: I would have to think about that! :D</div><div>Nicole: she doesn't do anything for you?</div><div>Me: sure... then she speaks!</div><div><br /></div><div>We had another hour to go before lunch and the sexy talk continued...<br /></div><div>It didn't matter if we were horny just like we were the day before. What matters is what we are horny now; like Amber's pussy getting so wet it leaves a line of wetness on her chair...once again... or Nicole deciding to take her panties off because they are soaked, and soaked panties bug her. When she returns, she ask what I had for dinner last night, wondering if my cum will be "as sweet as usual". OMG </div><div><br /></div><div>Those words gave me an idea. Nicole loves anything with caramel in it, candy bars, ice cream or straight from the jar. We made a quick stop, I ran in and got the goods.</div><div><br /></div><div>The park was packed with cars. There was a uniformed soccer team of about 25 young adults practicing. Fortunately for Nicole and I, all the cars seemed to be empty, so we were clear to do as planned. I asked Nicole to lean back and close her eyes...just for a second. I reached for the grocery bag and unscrewed the caramel top. I had to remind my lover once again to keep her eyes closed, then I put a little on my finger and smeared it over the head of my cock. With the jar out of sight, I asked Nicole to taste Charlie and keep those eyes closed. Her mouth hovered over and she sheepishly stuck out her tongue. I lifted up just enough to get the caramel on the tip of her tongue. She opened her eyes and said, "yummmmm, put some more on him!" </div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole commenced to her typically deliberate licking of my cock. She has a naturally slow hand, which was firmly grasping charlie near the base. Usually the pace picked up as I got closer to cumming, but today I wanted it slow & easy. This is her forte... her head moves from side to side, giving me a new angle to jump to. Charlie gets a workout from every angle. I could see the accumulation of caramel on the corner of her mouth, and she let the sweet juices drip off her tongue and onto my cock. Her lips met her hand as she took more than half of me in her mouth and held it there. She moaned deeply and I whispered how good everything felt. I was throbbing inside of her... enjoying the sight of my sweet Nicole sucking me off. She is beautiful, with or without me in her. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2