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Exposing My Self to Airport Security - I stared right at her until she looked away and called for assistance for a pat-down search. I gaped, chin dropped: holy shit, they're gonna give me a pat down cuz I'm packing a silicon cock.
Prefect’s Prerogative - When I neglect this duty, or don't perform it to his satisfaction, he makes me light a fire in his room, and stand in front of it in just my school shirt and white socks.
Attention Women: There is Something Wrong With Your Vagina - Yes, that’s what your vagina needs: a breath mint. Because, just like vagina shouldn’t smell like vagina, it also shouldn’t taste like vagina.
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The Perfect Fat – Why do clothes designers assume that if you're plus-sized you're 1. over 5?9? and 2. over the age of 45 or “matronly and modest”? At the age of 32 I am not yet ready to dress like my grandmother.
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Zipless- “I have some Scotch in my room—maybe you’d join me? You know, in the interest of not drinking alone…” She smiled. Perhaps she could yet salvage the day’s ending.
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Slip sliding away
The Slut Chronicles #11 ~ The Dinner Party
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When you Talk About Maelee

now, she said

"now", she said, "we're going to change it up, slow it down."
we'd been doing anything but slow up until now. we met at the door, she had me up against in the door in seconds flat, lips to lips, teeth to teeth, reverse the position, me on her, us short on breath, hands searching, groping, teeth on flesh, hands entangled in hair, clothing being removed, nipples fondled/pinched/licked, knees to the floor, teasing fingers, hands on organs, mouths follow, all that good old hungry, pent-up stuff.
eventually, we did get to the bed, and tried new things, that we were doing now.
i hadn't entered her, actually was in the process at that immediate point in time. me with feet on the floor and she (on the bed)on her back, with legs akimbo(i.e.over my shoulders.) ah, i liked the sight, looking down her thighs to belly, her curly bush, her ass in my hands. she was damp, moist, and beyond, what with her juices, my tongue and mouth fluids all mixed together. adding to that a nice bit of lube, it was a veritable celebration of wetness. and now, she said...
"now...we slow it down."
and i did.
i entered her as slowly as i could bit by bit. i felt her cunt take me, squeeze me, want me, want me in. but we moved slowly...slower...and slower still.
we were locked in. eyes on eyes, her hands over mine on her ass. i entered a bit and she'd "uhhhh, ahhhh" and i could feel her cunt grab me all the more (gotta love those kegels.)
i slid her further onto the bed, so my knees could get a purchase, all the while just adding a bit more of me into her.
"yes, yes, yes," she concurred.
i loved her voice, her hunger, her sex. i wanted it all. and at that moment i had it all. she reached up pinched my nipple and i almost lost it and went in for the big plunge.
but i didn't.
i gave it a bit more, she took a bit more.
it made me feel strong...and wanted...and very, very sexual.
we went mouth to mouth, i released her legs and attached them to my back and she gave me the softest, warmest "aaahhhh, oooohhhh," that i'd ever heard.
and i didn't have a whole lot of cock left for the giving, but we found more.
and now fully in her, i moved, just the slightest amount. and we were still locked, gaze into gaze, smiles at the corners.
"mmmmmmm, this is just what i wanted, just like i planned it."
(planned it?)"yeah, i love this slo-mo loving. you been reading about this?
" yes, reading, and waiting and wanting", as i thrust a bit and she squeezed a bit and a little bit more. "oohhhhhh, ooooohhhh," and i knew she was close, me: the slo-mo made me longer, stronger, fine with me.
her eyes now shut, the smile a bit more, head back, i raised her ass a bit more, jiggled me into her a bit and she moaned the moan that i wanted, "ahhhhhhh, yesssss, yesssssssss, ahhhhh, yesssss." and she came and came, "ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"i do love it slow, just as i thought i would," she informed me (needlessly.)
and we tried another position at another pace. and she liked that, too.
and another (or more) later. and she liked those too.
and she was not alone in any of that. not at all.

slip sliding away

we'd slipped away, not the first time nor the last. it's the illicit thing, heightens the need, want and passion and decreases the afterplay...by a long shot. in this instance she was spooning into me in this spare bedroom while all the other dinner guests were doing what they should, chatting, behaving properly, all that good stuff and we were doing what needed doing...each other. and at this point in time, my hands were maintaining a fully body search of her, and liking what they found, nipples erect under a (now unfastened) silky, lovely black bra, her skirt bunched around her waist and her matching (of course) lovely silky culottes halfway to her knees, my mouth further ensuring that her neck was receiving all the attention that it rightfully deserved. her backside ground into me as my frontside matched her motion and my hand tapped then encircled and flicked and rubbed and all-around pleasured the fruit of her loins. and (this is what i really liked) her hand over mine guided/followed me, hands almost entwined but more of soft hold me, hold me like this kind of thought as i felt her moisten and moisten more and she increased her grind of the night and she leaned fully me with a great orgasmic release. we waited for breaths to catch up, and for the proper re-positioning of the clothing, a few deep warm kisses and then back to fete, proper pals that we were.

viewing/wanting

she was doing this more and more now that we were no longer doing it (she'd gotten back with the ex that she/we had cuckolded.)
she sidled up in front of me in the isolated museum gallery, gazing into the painting of a nude, as i was. she leaned back, so i could get a good whiff of her.
she: i remember when you took me in like that.
me: do you?
she: yes, couldn't get enough of me, could you?
me: still can't. none at all, in fact.
she: well, you were slow on the uptake and i needed taking, or perhaps taking care of, at least on a more regular basis.
me: i'd take you now if i could.
she: would you? how?
me slipping a hand round her belt, knuckles into her back. now her backside met my frontside, with nothing but clothing between us.
me: well, i am drawing this wonderful image of you on that bench, leg akimbo, my head nestled between them.
she: yes, i can imagine how that has appeal.
me: yes, me there, licking you stem to stern, you taking in the art, me taking in you.
she: yes, that has great appeal.
me: and then, when you've had enough of my tongue and its service, i'd share more of me with you. me entering you in this gallery as you view the work, i work on you.
she: that would make me a voyeur and an exhibition, eh?
me: or more likely a voyeur and an exhibitionist, i think.
she: yes, maybe some of that, too.
me: would you like to strike a pose for and with me, perhaps?
she: perhaps. perhaps, indeed. but alas and alack, this may not be the time.
me: perhaps? may not? you lead me on?
she: perhaps. perhaps, indeed.