You shudder at the thought of getting the chance to adore my soft silky feet. To watch me roll my thigh high sheer black silk stockings up my honeyed legs. And if I’m generous enough, mabye even let you slip my patent leather stilleto heels onto my adorable arched feet. I love making men like you suffer the agony of sniffing and touching my thighs, boots and feet, only to make you serve me more, while I grin like a Cheshire Cat, enslaving you to the perfection of my being. Perhaps I’ll let you spurt your jizz all over them…perhaps I won’t. It all depends on how willing and obediant you are.Author Archive for Annette
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You shudder at the thought of getting the chance to adore my soft silky feet. To watch me roll my thigh high sheer black silk stockings up my honeyed legs. And if I’m generous enough, mabye even let you slip my patent leather stilleto heels onto my adorable arched feet. I love making men like you suffer the agony of sniffing and touching my thighs, boots and feet, only to make you serve me more, while I grin like a Cheshire Cat, enslaving you to the perfection of my being. Perhaps I’ll let you spurt your jizz all over them…perhaps I won’t. It all depends on how willing and obediant you are.
What is your favorite adult sex toy? That is, if you have one… I know not everyone plays with toys. I would have to say mine is a vibrator, but not any old vibrator. I much prefer the ones that have that extra zip of power to them… the mild vibrations just don’t do as well for me as they used to in my younger years. My girlfreinds says it’s because once you experience that higher plateau, you want it again and again and are always looking to have that “best orgasm ever” feeling.
Now here is a thought… some people think that the “best orgasm” can come from having same gender sex. I can see why some would think this, but I do not agree with it 100%. The logic behind this stems from a person of the same gender understanding your body better than a person of the opposite sex… and this true… BUT if partners are very communicative (unfortunately, people lack in this area) then often the opposite sex issue is not a factor at all. However, I often wonder what would happen if men and women were put into a pitch black room, so dark no one could tell one from another. Either that, or you are blindfolded. Now somehow there would be a test, something simple. Say for example, a man lays on a table and gets a blow-job from a woman and one from a man, in no particular order. There would be no talking or behavior to indicate which gender is which. By just the feel of the blow-job, I wonder which gender would surpass the other… would same sex win or opposite sex?
This just gives you something to think about…. till next time!
Have you ever lusted over a sensual older woman who crossed your life’s path and left you filled with unquenched desires?
Remember as a young man how the sight of your sexy full breasted Aunt or your best friends mom, you know, the one who used to flirt with you and make your cock rock hard and throb in your pants….now the thought of these sexy cougar women makes you hunger for them once again. You crave for their touch and their sexual knowledge. You long to be seduced by a mature woman and made into their sex toy as they teach you the secrets of a mature woman’s body.
I love to teach and explore and I want to do it with you. Experience a woman who Loves her sexuality and knows how to drown you in it.
Let my soft sensual voice take you over the edge. I’m a sexy cougar and I am hungry for your young hard body. Give it all to me babe, let’s see what you’ve got!
These moments always seem to start with a kiss. You lean toward me, a smile playing on your lips, and look up at me with those beautiful eyes. How can I resist?
I lean toward you and brush your lips with mine. We kiss again, and my tongue brushes against your top lip, begging to be let in.
In a rush you grab my head, pushing your tongue into my mouth, kissing me deep and hard, just the way I like it.
Still kissing me, your hand finds my breasts and pulls at my nipples through my shirt. Unsatisfied, you slide your hand under my shirt, pushing my bra out of the way, to touch my breast.
Wanting more, we move to the back of the van where we can explore each other more comfortably. We’re kissing feverishly. I cannot taste you enough.
You expertly undo my pants and work them down around my hips so you can feel how wet I am. All for you.
The heat between us is reaching a fevered pitch. I climb into your lap,rubbing against your dick, which is rock hard. We rock back and forth,grinding against each other.
You pull up my shirt and bra, grabbing both my breasts in your hands, licking and sucking my nipples. I almost can’t stand it now. I want to feel you inside me.
I sit next to you and pull my jeans and panties off. I undo you belt and release your wet, hard dick from your pants. I straddle you and you slip inside me. It’s so hot and wet.
With my feet, I start pushing against you, feeling you inside me. We start rocking back and forth, hard and faster. I can feel your dick swell as you get ready to cum. Harder and faster we rock together, until you can’t take it anymore. I feel your hot cum inside me and I orgasm over and over.
Oooh, kiss me again.
I should warn you, I like to be the best at everything I do and sex is my favorite challenge. So tell me what you’ve always wanted to try. Share your fantasy, let me fulfill it for you. I cannot promise you’ll know me for very long, but I swear that you will never forget my name.
I can be that girl you’ve always wanted, but couldn’t find: That naughty, slutty girl who wants nothing but a bit of your time, attention and energy. That same girl that leaves as soon as you’re done without a backward glance. Don’t call me, I don’t care … unless you want more. What would you do to that girl if she shows up to lunch in a skirt?
Would you put your hand on my knee to feel the smooth satiny stocking, run up my thigh to the clasp where the garter meets the lace, further still until you find the round curve of my ass, around to the slip of damp fabric which is all that stands between you and the rest of me?
What will you do then? Are your fingers itching to find out how wet I am? Will you slide in and make me sigh and shudder with the lovely feeling of penetration, then go back to work smelling of me? Or will you back off and wait for the next time when you can have more?
Ask me, I’ll give it to you.
Picture me, sprawled naked across an enormous bed, a mass of soft, feather pillows raising me up so I may regard my chamber. Massage oil – grapeseed perhaps, rich with extracts of musk and Frankincense and jasmine – flowing from the tapered glass bottle in my trembling hand, a single drop at a time … each semi-viscous droplet running down into the shadows of my cleavage, a fresh trail of glistening dampness left in its wake. I carefully set the bottle down on the bedside table, and then gently cup my breasts in my hands, pressing them together, smearing the oil between them. Finally, I reach out to where you stand beside the bed. You’re utterly naked, and your’ hard cock beckons – begs – for my attention, for my lascivious ministrations. I grasp you with a single hand, drawing you onto the bed with me, over me, drawing your’ thick shaft forward until it lies between my breasts … and then enfold you within my soft, yielding warmth. And without a word, with just the desirous gleam of my eyes, I tell you to thrust, slowly, slowly, so that your’ flesh has time to accept the oil from mine. Anointed, you glide fluently, effortlessly, fucking my cleavage as I hold myself against you, around you, as I brush the pads of my thumbs across the crowns of my bullet-hard nipples, making myself gasp with drawn-out delight. Throughout, I control your’ pace with only my gaze … until you’re trembling above me, until you can’t take the slow pace, the focused deliberation any longer, until the relics of your’ self-control lie shredded and torn about you, and you begin to thrust greedily, oh so greedily, fucking my softness, watching my wanton eyes at the very moment that yours are forced shut, as your shaft pulses and throbs, your seed erupting in thick streams that inundate my cleavage, coating my breasts, splashing across my throat. Lie there, and feel the blood coursing through you, hear your ragged breathing begin to subside. Breathe in the bittersweet tang of your cum all over me.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Sounds like fun doesnt it.
It was a warm sunny Sunday in my little corner of the world so it was nice to get out and do some yardwork. Trim hedges, pull weeds, sweep up blooms that had fallen from the trees. Oh, and hopefully fuck my hott “handyman”. I called his house and asked if he could help in my back yard for a bit, and he said, why not.
Problem was he kept distracting me from trimming, pulling and sweeping (not that I minded).
Like when he’d slide his hand up the leg of my shorts while I was on the ladder (second rung, if that matters) trimming the pyracantha.
Or how he’d stretch and show his abs right in front of my face while I was pulling weeds. I could see the bulge in his pants getting bigger every time i bent over.
While he was sweeping up, I dropped my shorts, sat down in my chaise lounge, spread my legs and started playing with my pussy. He immediately put down the broom and walked over to where I was sitting. He watched intently as I’d dip one finger then a second inside of my pussy, curling them up to tease my g-spot.
He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock. Moving up he straddled the chaise lounge and brought his cock to within breathing distance of my lips. I stuck my tongue out, the tip touching the slit of his cock. He could hear my fingers moving faster in my pussy…the lovely little squishy noise told him how wet I’d become.
I leaned forward in the chaise and opened my mouth, sliding his cock inside. My free hand moved up to wrap around his shaft. My blowjobs are always sloppy wet and intense, leaving men weak kneed.
He had me sit up a little more and he dropped the top part of the chaise lounge so it was now flat. I lay down and he moved around for some 69. Give as good as you get, I say.
He ran a wet trail with his tongue around the edge of my pussy lips before pushing his tongue as far as he could inside. My hips raised off the chaise lounge when he did this. Good thing his cock was in my mouth…the neighbors would have heard some very LOUD moans. The 69 continued for a good while. Somehow we managed to bring each other to the peak time and again without falling over the edge.
I took his cock out of my mouth and urged him to fuck me. We switched places on the chaise so he could have me ride him. Even with a temperature in the low 70’s, there was enough heat to make our skin glisten in the spring afternoon.
He grabbed my ass as I moved back and forth on him. Spreading the cheeks, he pushed a finger into my asshole. That only spurred me on to more intense motions. I whispered in his ear that I was going to cum. He pulled his finger out of my ass as he felt the contractions of my orgasm. His orgasm followed. How we both kept from screaming when we came is beyond me.
We caught our breath and gathered ourselves. We finshed up the yardwork and I went in to take a shower and replay the afternoon in my mind…with my soapy hand stroking my clit to another orgasm.
Lay down on your stomach. I’ll start with a very light, gentle touch. I really enjoy light caresses as foreplay. After 5-10 minutes, I have you roll over on your back. You are naked, and I’m turned on. Your cock is so huge, and it’s so hard to ignore, but i do. For the next 5 minutes, anyway. More caresses, never actually touching that central core. I look up at you with a slight smile and that look in my eyes, and you look at me eagerly, thinking that I am going to start sucking your cock.
Nope.
I proceed to rim you. Not just licking you tentatively– I go over your ass with the energy and enthusiasm I would want if you were eating me out. You are moaning like you are going to explode, and I’ve barely touched your cock with my hands. I dont just do this for a few minutes, either. I sit up momentarily and hike your legs up to your chest, as if you were the woman and I was about to slide in to the hilt. If I’d had a strap-on, I could have, too. You are so wet from my tongue, I doubt there would have been much resistance. But that isn’t my goal– I just wanted even better access to your ass. At this point, you’re reduced to a quivering, jelly-like mass. Except for one part that has taken on the nature of solid steel wrapped in a layer of velvet. You have no sense of time. All you are able to do is revel in the feelings and work to keep from cumming.
I stop. I pull your legs back down to the bed. You look down just in time to see most of your cock disappear into my mouth. I get almost all of it down. In order to keep you from exploding, I pull off and reach for a condom, I know you rarely orgasm in a condom.
I lay back, and you enter me missionary-style, I’m looking up at you, kissing you. You are so completely over. When the cumming starts, you are just a slave to it. There’s no stopping it. You have one of the most incredible orgasms in memory. When finally the twitching stops, I hug you tightly, like I’m trying to get our bodies to merge. We kiss some more. I pull off of you and take off the cover. It disappears, and I return with a warm, damp towel. After cleaning us both off, I lay down next to you. You do the first thing that occurs to you: You go down.
Up until now, it’s been all about you. But you can’t let such an amazing orgasm go by without trying to return the favor. Now, you do not deceive yourself about whether a sex worker truly gets pleasure from the experience. Some don’t, some do. And you may never know the difference, if they do their job well. That said, you are no slacker in the oral department yourself. You listen closely for changes in my breathing as you probe different areas with your tongue. You take note of vocalizations and movement in my body. And as it happens, You figure you’ve done something right when I cry out and grab the back of your head, smashing your face into my whole labial area. You can barely breathe, but you’re not about to stop. After a bit, my grip on your head loosens, and you pull away and we snuggle some more.
Usually, giving head makes you really hard, too. But that was a really amazing orgasm earlier, and you are not very hard. So I started with the rimming again, and sure-enough you get rock-hard a second time. I start sucking again, only less frenetic this time. More gentle, loving, almost. So you lay back and let your whole body relax and bask in the feelings. With one hand, you can reach my ass, so you gently rub and caress as I keep at it. You lightly stroke your fingertips over my labia, which gets me to moan around the cock in my mouth. You do it again, because the moaning felt good.
After nearly 10 minutes of my tender, gentle attention, you feel an unexpected tingling start at the base. You try to warn me, but I only suck harder and deeper. And then you start shooting a second time. I know it isn’t as intense as the first, but I could tell, at this point, you are well and truly spent.
After we clean up and dress, I lead you to the door and give you one last gentle kiss. You promise yourself you’ll be back, admitting to yourself, this person is a flower in a large field of weeds. Her service was advertised as GFE– a “girlfriend experience”. Well, I’ve had quite a few girlfriends with whom I never had that much fun in a single hour.
You are still glowing when you wake the next morning, and call me for another session.
If I kissed my way down your’ chest and stomach while my hand lightly cupped your’ balls, then moved over to your’ inner thighs and around to your; hips, before coming back to run my fingers up your’ rapidly stiffening cock. Would you give me some encouraging little sighs and moans?
If I kissed the head of your’ cock then slipped it into my mouth, would you arch your’ back in response?
If I swirled my tongue around the head of your’ cock, then sliding down the stiff, rock-hard, shaft, all the way in, deep throating, swallowing the head, wriggling it in as far as I could take it – and I’ve been practicing, so I can take it, babe. Would you move your’ hand to my head, not pushing me down, but again letting me know it was good?
If slowly I came back up, all the way out and kissed down your’ hard shaft, down to your’ balls, sucking one into my mouth and swirling it around a little, then laid my tongue flat on the base and licked my way all the way to the tip. And sucked your’ cock back in and settled down to work, stroking hard and deep, steady rhythm. Would you give me some tasty pre-cum baby?
If I was curled around your’ right side, my legs entwining with yours. If I used my right hand to hold your’ cock where I wanted it, and pressed my thumb to the base of your’ cock, between your’ belly and cock, pressing the blood vessels that make it swell. Would you moan with enjoyment?
My palm stroking in time with the helpless thrusts you make, showing me the pace you want. Would you swell up so large I could no longer deep throat?
If I tightened my mouth around you to create more friction, sliding my lips over my teeth like a sax player so I could bite down without drawing blood, and slid my left hand under your’ ass, up until I could hold your’ balls with my hand and used my wrist to lightly push on the lower base, the perineum, between the balls and anus. Would you beg for me to stroke harder?
If I concentrated for several minutes of hard stroking, my spit running down your’ shaft like cum, the wet slurping noises arousing us both even more. Your’ thrusts now lifting you off the bed, gasps of delight and groans of pleasure spurring me on, staying with what I was doing. Would I feel a few throbs from the lower base, preparing to shoot your’ load?
If I went deeper and faster with both my mouth and my hand, would I have you? Would you pump that sweet cum in my mouth so I could relish my reward?
Would you cum for me baby? Would you?
I’m so horny, I can’t take it much longer. I abandon my control, and let myself go. I wet my fingers with my mouth, sliding them slowly in and out, thinking about you. My fingers slip out and trail down my body and I slip my them into my panties. I think about you, your body, the heat that would form between us. I need this, now. The want and need between my thighs is too much. I need to touch myself. I can’t wait. I need to cum whilst thinking about you. I’m already so wet from just my thoughts. You’ll phone me soon and knowing how you’re going to talk to me later causes me to shiver. My fingers caress over my soft skin, feeling the warmth emanating from it. My eyes close, it feels so good. My fingertips wander down a bit further, softly stroking over my wet cunt lips. I want to savor this. One finger slides slowly up my slit spreading my wetness around. My finger slides around my swollen clit and I take in a sharp breath. I tease myself thinking about you. God, I want to cum. Pleasure pulses through my body, down my legs, across my stomach, deep inside me. My nipples are already hard as I think about the sound of your voice. I allow my fingertips to swirl over them. I take one in my hold and roll it between my fingers. A gasp escapes from my lips and I feel the sensations shoot through me. I want you to do that to me, bite my nipples, pinch them hard, suck on them and make me writhe under you. My clit throbs beneath my touch. Around and around, soft slow circles, teasing my body and making me gasp for air. I can feel my hips moving to meet my fingers. The build-up is slow, mesmerizing. I breathe softly. I can feel the pleasure rising, slowly, making the ache stronger. I pinch my nipples again and gasp. I need this. I pull on my nipple feeling the pain and pleasure flow through me. I want to feel you so much. I need to feel you inside me, filling me, thrusting hard and deep. I slowly reach over to the side of the bed and pick up my vibe. I suck the tip of it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, getting it wet, ready for me. I turn it on low and trail it down over my nipples, circling around them. My clit pulses hard and I push my hips up, tensing my muscles. My thighs fall open, wanting so much to feel you. I trail the vibe down over my stomach to my cunt. The moment it touches my clit I push my fingers inside me. I feel the vibration deep in my cunt. My cunt squeezes around my fingers as I thrust them inside. I gasp. I move the vibe over my clit, stroking slowly, moving in small circles, not wanting to cum yet. My fingers caress my cunt, pushing deep, finding that spot., curling my fingers up, rubbing and stroking. This is going to make me cum too soon. I don’t want to cum yet. I want to savor it, savor the thoughts of you. I pull the vibe away and move the tip down to my wet cunt. I push it in, slowly, achingly, feeling my body clench around it. I groan softly. I start to stroke it slowly. My fingers find the same rhythm and I stroke my clit, gently, teasingly as I begin to fuck myself. I want it deeper, harder. I push the vibe deeper, increasing my pleasure, needing it more now. I push it inside me over and over. My fingers move faster around my clit. I can feel it building. The warmth grows and spreads from deep inside me. I want to cum. I need to cum. I don’t want to hold out. I fuck myself faster, harder, deeper with the vibe as my fingers circle frantically. I need to cum. I need to cum for you. Another moan escapes my lips. The vibe slides in and out, my fingers move around and around.The heat is rising in me, pulsing through me. My fingers circle, trying to keep it as long as possible, that feeling, that divine sensation of the plateau. I need to cum. I want it so much. I want to feel it. I thrust the vibe in hard one, two, three times and it pushes me over the edge. My back arches, my mouth opens slightly as body explodes with the sensation. Warmth floods over me as I come hard, squeezing hotly around the vibe, cumming hard, fast, breathless. I tense and let out a groan, feeling my cunt throb. I don’t want it to end. I need to feel it a little longer. My cunt throbs again. My fingers slow, caressing my clit softly. Gasping for breath, I let my body relax, lying back in the afterglow. I bring the vibe to a stop and slowly pull it out. I sigh heavily, satisfied though not sated. I the vibe up to my lips and taste my juices. I still want more. I still need you inside me. I know I have to wait. I want you to make me cum. I want to save the rest for you.
