Want to see my legs spread? Flowers and candy just wont do it…. I need to see some sparkle. The bigger the shine, the wider the spread. Back when I was dancing, I had my share of sugar daddies. They did it all for me. Rent-Cars-Clothes-Gifts.Vacations- Spoiled me every chance they got. Most started out as regulars at the club, fequent visits to the VIP room, you know the deal. But they never wanted it to end there. So, I guess you could say I was very content to be a kept woman! Nothing makes my pussy drip like the site of some diamond earrings, or a shopping trip to Tiffanys! Once, in NYC, my favorite Shugah took me to Niemans, handed me his card and said, what ever makes you purr, Kitten…go for it! Well, half way thru the store I couldnt contain my enthusiasm, and pulled him into the dressing room! The sales girls stood guard like sentrys, as if this sort of thing happened all the time! We fucked like animals in the back of the cab on the way to the Ritz, In the elevator on the way up to the suite, and on the balcony overlooking the spectacular city lights! That man made me cum with just the site of his open wallet. He knew I was the kinda girl who would show my appreciation ten-fold, for his bill-fold!Doesnt that make you wanna spoil a sweet Princess? Sure it does. After all it is the season of giving!
Author Archive for Carlee
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I blame my parents for the way I am. They belonged to a Christian evangelical sect that held to a very narrow definition of morality. As I was growing up my father was particularly strict with me about any thing he thought might be ‘sinful’…, and to him, that was just about everything a young girl might do. I could have been a popular girl in high school if it hadn’t been for my father. I was pretty enough, blond, blue eyed, with long shapely legs, and a set of perfect breasts. I always wore a bra because my father insisted, but I really didn’t need one despite my 36 C cup size.
I graduated from high school at sixteen, and my father shipped me off to an expensive women’s college buried in a backwater of the bible belt south. The school was run by our church so daddy thought my virginity would be safe there. He was wrong. Less than fifteen miles away was a large State University just full of horny boys.
Eddie was every teenage girl’s dream. An All-American, his name was in the newspaper all the time. A senior almost six years older than I was, he was as handsome as a movie star, and very popular…
Eddie was all the things my father had warned me about. He had no moral convictions, and he was completely indifferent to any distinction between right and wrong. He was conceited, selfish, and often insulting to the people around him, and his social manners were crude to nonexistent.
And did I mention that Eddie had a ten inch cock? No? How could I have forgotten to tell you about that. Despite his football ability and big man on campus reputation, Eddie Farmer’s real asset was his big cock. He was famous for it. At the time, I really didn’t understand why. The length of a boy’s penis was simply not something I gave any thought to one way or the other. Why would I? I had never even seen one in the flesh, and I certainly didn’t intend to let this Eddie Farmer fuck me with his, not on that first date or ever, football star or not.For five dates over two weeks I refused to let Eddie Farmer fuck me, although I sucked him off at least once every time we went out. On our third date had I let him put his hands between my legs and inside my panties. He fingered my virgin pussy to a string of orgasms. God, how I did enjoy having him do that to me while I sucked on his dick.
He was at ‘third base’, and he knew it was only a matter of time before I gave in. My friends refused to believe that after two weeks I was still a virgin. Apparently no girl had ever gone beyond the third date with Eddie without having his cock buried in her cunt, even if he had to rape her. I think he was more patient with me partly because I was a challenge to him, and partly because my blow jobs were so enthusiastic and satisfying.
It was on our sixth date that Eddie had decided that he had waited long enough . Well, I was ready too, or I thought I was. I hadn’t even worn any underwear. No teenage girl was ever more willing, or in a bigger hurry, to give up her virginity than I was that night.
It was a mistake to let Eddie see how horny I was. He seized upon my passion as a weakness to be tormented. For a week now I hadn’t been able to sleep I was so caught up in my romantic fantasies about having my adored lover between my legs, and his cock buried in my cunt.
Finally, I began to sob hysterically as I begged my lover to come fuck me. Eddie didn’t care about my distress. He made me admit that I was a slut and a whore, and that I was his property, his slave to do with as he pleased. Before he would even kiss me he insisted that I prove what an oversexed tramp I was by frigging myself to an orgasm with my own finger while he watched. Only after I had been thoroughly shamed did Eddie crawl between my knees. Once there, he raised himself a few inches, and just as Peter had done to Becky, Eddie took my hand, and forced my fingers around his cock.”Put it in.”
I was overcome with the warmth of being stretched and filled. I locked my legs around Eddie’s the way he told me, and churned my hips in sync with the prick he was pumping in and out of me. With each stroke I could feel his hard flesh rub across my clit. Within minutes, maybe seconds, all my hurt was gone and I wanted more. Indeed, I was quite vocal about it…, begging shamelessly for more…, more…, more.
Perhaps it was the relationship I had with my father, but all my life I have been titillated with the thought of being a slave girl. I have often masturbated to the fantasy that I am a sexy harem concubine owned by a cruel Arab sheik. His guards lead me naked to his tent by a rope around my neck. There I am made to service the penis of my desert master. He clamps my head between his strong hairy legs and forcibly feeds his great prick into my mouth. I suck him frantically. When at last he begins to ejaculate, he pulls from between my lips and jacks himself frantically. His cum splashes across my face and hair drowning me with his load. White goo drips from my chin onto my neck and tits. Eddie Farmer treated me just that way, and like my imaginary slave girl, I always assumed that cum in my face was the reward I had a right to expect.
Will you be the one who rewards me tonight? I promise..Ive been a very Naughty little girl…
Its one of my favorite things to do! Sometimes you just crave the warm, soft knowing touch of another woman. To feel the soft give of her breasts beneath your fingertips….her firm nipples in your mouth, on your tongue. The sweetness of her perfume, her silky hair.
Skin like satin, the scent of her femininity intoxicating you. Now I know why you men get addicted to us. We really are like a drug! Why not feed your addiction and call me now?
We can call my playmate and you can have a double dose!!!
Lustful Kisses,
Carlee
It’s hard figuring out how to get the girl, and there are lots of how-to’s on different tactics and strategies to use to get her… well this how to is a little different. Because there are a lot of things that you SHOULDN’T do. Lots of mistakes to be made, and mistakes are usually general enough that they will cover an awful lot of girls, unlike pick-up tactics which will always only cover SOME.
And, as usual with these how-to’s, I am not in any way saying, implying or encouraging the idea that the guy should be the one doing all the work. However, I do not feel qualified to write a similar how-to from the guy’s point of view and I would like to leave that to a male author, if any feel so inclined.
That said.
First thing you should never ever do is flirt with the girl’s friends in order to get close to her. For some of you, this might be a no-brainer, but trust me I’ve seen it happen. It’s one thing to be friendly with her friends and nice, but when you FLIRT with her friends several things can happen. One might be that she thinks you’re interested in one of her friends, which means that she’s not even going to bother trying for you now because she thinks that you’re not interested in her. And that is not at all the goal. Another could be that her friend whom you’re flirting with gets interested in YOU. This is just as killer because she is NOT going to go out with someone that one of her friends is interested in, no matter how sweet, suave, etc. you get with her later. Or she might just think that you’re a big flirt, not realize that you’re flirting with intent when it comes to her. Or she’ll just think you’re a big player, and that’s not usually attractive.
Don’t ignore the friends, but don’t flirt with them either.
Here’s another… really bad, insulting, embarrassing or grotesque pick-up lines. These aren’t even funny, they’re horror stories that she will later pass on to her girlfriends with “Oh my God, this guy ACTUALLY said this, I swear I’m telling the truth…” Now, cheesy isn’t necessarily bad, I’ve seen it work. Stupid isn’t even that bad, some of those work too.
*Little inside thing, a stupid/cheesy one that actually worked on me:
Guy: “Did it hurt?”
Girl: “What?”
Guy: “When you fell from heaven?”
Just one of those things.*
Anyway, back to the what not to do. =) Try to stay away from overtly sexual pick up lines, unless of course you are trying to actually score and that’s all you want. But if this is a girl that you actually want to ask out on a date, do not, do NOT just go straight for the cheap sex shot.
Example: (Yes, I have seen this one used, do not EVER use it)
Guy says to girl: “Hey, wanna come over here and sit on my lap and we’ll talk about whatever pops up?”
Funny, yes, but bad. And kinda gross. And usually not the way to get a date. She’ll laugh, and if you can make a good recovery from that, like “haha, aren’t I funny when I’m kidding” then you might make it, but very few guys have the suaveness necessary to pull that off.
Also, do not use pick up lines when her girlfriends are with her. Only do it when she’s alone, if her friends are with her she’s going to feel like she has to laugh at you since they are. If you do it alone, it’s just a cute story about how goofy her new man is. Pick-up lines that can be pretty cute/sappy/goofy can be pretty awful if you embarrass her in front of her friends.
For example:
A large group of people is sitting at a table in a restaurant. Guy at the bar keeps checking out the pretty girl in a blue shirt, sends her a milk-shake. Decides that this may not be good enough, so comes over and jumps up on a table (hitting his head on a hanging light, which trust me loses whatever points anything else might have gained) and says,
“Excuse me! Excuse me! May I have your attention please?…” waits for all her friends to quiet and stare at him,
“We have an angel among us…” points her out in case anyone is missing who he’s talking about, “I just think that the girl in the blue shirt is gorgeous.”
Now. Good sentiment. Possibly even a good line. But you just embarrassed the hell out of her in front of a large group of her friends (and I swear to god, that’s a true story). There is no chance there.
Another mistake that’s made is thinking that if she turns you down, she’s playing hard to get. It happens, I understand. But if you make it to three strikes, you are done for. Give it up, stop trying. You might even stop trying after the first strike, sometimes they actually get interested if they think you’re leaving. I’ve seen weirder things happen.
If you don’t know her, don’t start out by touching her. No slinging your arm around her shoulders, nothing like that. Little touches MIGHT, note I say MIGHT, be ok. If you’re slick about it (ex. brushing lint off her arm, bumping into her just a little – A LITTLE, touching a ring or bracelet that you’re complimenting). Anything else is an invasion of space, especially if she’s never laid eyes on you before. Personally, I’m a sucker for a kiss on the hand, but not every girl is. You very may well get written off as cheesy.
I think that covers a lot of the really major mistakes. Ladies (or rejection-experienced gentlemen) please feel free to add your own comments at the end of this! I’m sure I didn’t cover everything, but hopefully I’ve helped a little. =)
I sit at my computer and write, and I wonder what you look like when you read my stories. I picture your body hidden in shadows, your face pale in the glow of the monitor. One hand is sweaty on the mouse while the other is somewhere out of view, stroking the hot flesh of your cock.
I hope you’re wondering what happens when I’ve finished, hit save and shut the machine off.
My nipples are always erect and tingling, rubbing against the confining fabric of my bra. My face is flushed and warm, my cheeks red and my lips full and sore where I’ve been biting and licking them while I type and think. I don’t have to tell you that my panties are damp and the slightest movement on this hard stenographer’s chair is enough to send me into a paroxysm of shivers.
I want to get one of my little silver bullets and tuck it up against my clit to relieve some of the pressure, only I know that it’s that delicious anticipation that keeps the lava flow of words tumbling out hot and destroying everything in its path.
So I keep on typing, knowing that you’re going to come when you read this, and hoping that you know that I already have, thinking about you. I want to tell you what I’m going to do when I finish this narrative.
I’m going to take a hot shower. I’ll pin my long, dark hair up on top of my head, but the soft curls on my neck will get damp in the spray anyway. I’ll peel off my clothes and kick them away. My breasts will fall free and heavy and I’ll cup them in my hands while I run my fingertips over my diamond hard nipples. I pull them a little, maybe even a little too hard. Then I’ll pull the curtain aside and step into the shower.
The water will run over my body in hot rivers and turn my winter-pale skin pink. I close my eyes and let the water work its magic over my limbs. I turn around and around slowly as my muscles loosen up and the kinks that have worked themselves into my limbs through hours in front of this screen dissolve and disappear.
I take the showerhead out of its holder and direct the spray to the parts of me that are screaming for attention. I know I shouldn’t slouch when I type, but I always forget, and the needle-like jets are a balm on my aching shoulders. I flex and bend and smile to myself as I begin to feel my body limber up and come back to life.
I can’t resist the urge to bring myself a little closer to release. I aim the water at the dark curls of my pussy. The hot water feels incredible and I part my legs and use the hand-held shower to stimulate my hot clit even further. I have to be careful here. Sometimes I let it go on too long and I have to brace myself against the slippery wet wall of the tub surround as the orgasm pounds through me.
But not this time. This time I’ll hold it there long enough to make me squirm. I want release, but I won’t insist on it just yet. I’ll take myself to the edge, then back away, just like you do. I’m breathing hard and my hips are starting to rock back and forth of their own volition. I need a cock in me, and this time I won’t be satisfied with thin streams of water that touch me and disappear into nothing. I want substance.
I replace the nozzle and shut the water off, then step out onto the towel on the floor. I dry off quickly, leaving my body still damp in places. I select a clean pair of panties from the drawer, maybe one of my new pairs of satin string bikinis. I don’t know why, but I like to start my solo adventures clothed, and my panties are an integral part of that.
I pick a summer nightgown, sheer and short and whisper-invisible on my hot skin. It’s light blue and makes my eyes seem even more so. It doesn’t matter that you’re not going to see it , but I like to dress for you anyway. I unpin my curls and shake them free.
The air outside the bathroom is cooler and I get goose bumps from the temperature change and the anticipation of the pleasure to come. I go upstairs and open my nightstand drawer and select the instruments that will scratch my particular itch. I assess the familiar assortment of carefully selected toys. I run my hands over vibrators, eggs, plugs and dildoes of all sizes and decide to keep out only two things.
The first is a large, pink dildo made of some space-age jelly-like material. It bends and flexes with me and it’s got these wonderful little bumps all along its fat, flared bottom. I use a drop or two of lubricant and oil it, then set it shining on the nightstand. It’s assistant will be a smallish flesh toned butt plug which also get a drop or two of lube and is set aside until I’m ready for it.
I carefully arrange my pillows into a comfortable position. I turn back the covers, then slide beneath the top sheet. I close my eyes and lay my head back as I run my hands over my body. I feel my tits through the soft percale and sheer organza. They wander down to my thighs. I can feel my own heat radiate through the fabric, soft from thousands of washings. I seek the valley between my legs and press gently. My pussy is soft and warm and I spread my legs. I can feel my hard clit rubbing against my tight panties and my hips twitch to increase the friction.
Slowly I pull back the sheet and open my eyes. I like to watch as I uncover my body. I like to look at it as I imagine a lover looks at it. My nipples are rosy red and clearly defined and I pull my top down to see and feel them better. My tits are large and soft and they spill out of the nightie that was barely containing them at all. I cup them again, weighing them in my hands. I roll the hard kernels of my nipples between the tips of my fingers. I pull at them again, stroking them like two tiny cocks.
My legs fall open wider in sympathy. Each tug on my nipples is felt acutely in my neglected pussy, which is throbbing with desire. I’m aching to be touched but I make myself wait, running my hands down my belly to the very edge of my panties. I run a fingertip just inside the elastic of the waistband. They’re low cut and I can feel my tightly curled pubic hair damp under my finger.
I slide my hand lower, parting my soft curls with my fingers. I seek my moist slit and gently stroke the insides of the soft lips so swollen with passion. I pretend that it’s your hand seeking out my very core and I shudder as I dip the very tip of my middle finger into my own musky juice. I find that I’m already soaked, so I rub the precious fluid all along the length of my pussy, returning to the oasis time and again to rewet my finger.
Only one time I find that just my middle finger isn’t enough. So my index finger joins it and I sigh deeply as my own two fingers slide easily in my wet hole. I’m slick and tight and I manipulate my fingers so that they’re riding high and stroking my clit with every thrust. I can come like that too, just fingering myself with one hand buried in my panties.
But it’s not enough. I need to feel filled up and I’m ready. I’ve brought myself to the edge again. My breath is deep and fast and my hips are thrusting up to meet each one of my finger strokes. Almost reluctantly I slip my hand out of my pussy and grasp the waistband of my panties. I squeeze my thighs together and lift my hips, sliding the wisp of satin down over the curves of my ass. I look down and part my legs again. My fingers, shiny with my moisture, spread the lips so that I can see their crimson lining. I wish I could lick it, kiss it, taste my juice on my lips. I dip into my cunt again, then raise the shining digits to my lips. Hungrily I lap and suck at my fingers enjoying the musky sweetness of it.
I retrieve the large dildo from the nightstand and press it’s shiny pink tip against my clit. I shiver with delight at the touch of the cold jelly on my hot skin. I tease my cunt with the big dong, running it along the length of my labia, dipping the head into my soaking cunt and then pulling it out again with a pop. My hips are thrusting up to meet it, trying to possess it all at once, but I’m in control and I’m not allowing it.
The cool jelly is warming to my touch and again, I slip just the head into my cunt. I leave it there, not moving. I pretend it’s your hard cock and I beg for it. ‘Please,’ I whisper. I want to be filled completely. I give myself another inch, then stroke it out. I moan. I slide it in again, another inch, another moan, then back again. In, out, in, out, a little more each time, a little more of me filled with each stroke, wanting more with each slow thrust.
But you wouldn’t give in so easily. You would keep me at the brink, make me beg for even more. I know you can’t resist taking me from behind so I withdraw the large dildo with much regret and roll over so that I’m on all fours. I sway slightly and my tits hang freely with the gentle motion. My ass is up and exposed, both holes eager and ready.
I select the butt plug from the nightstand and bracing myself with one arm I slide the narrow vinyl plug into my well-oiled pussy. I take a moment to tease my clit with it, and when I’m on the edge and threatening to go over, I slide it around to my tight ass hole.
I rub the dripping tool against my ass, wetting the hole with my juices. Slowly, I force the narrow tip into my waiting hole, pausing as my muscles relax to take it all in. I moan as the its flared base splits me wide and another shudder rocks my body as I press it in to the hilt. It stays in by itself and I lower my head to the pillows, thrusting my ass higher still into the air, opening my pussy even wider, and I rock, feeling the delicious sensation of having my ass plugged up tight.
I reach for my clit and stroke it. I’m close now, and I need that big cock in my pussy. I grope for it and find it quickly. Again I tease my aching hole with it. One inch, then another. I can take it deep from this angle and I want it. I force it all the way in and I gasp as the rubber nubbies rub hard against my clit. I grind it in, it’s fat bottom stretching me almost painfully, it’s flared base bumping against the base of the butt plug causing it to wiggle delightfully in my tight ass.
I fuck myself now in earnest. I imagine how it would look to you if you could see me: the curves of my round ass quivering with each hard thrust; my hot tight pussy filled to the hilt with that giant cock; my red, wet, gaping slit gripping and sucking wetly as I come again to the edge. I’m fucking hard, grinding the dildo against my clit with each thrust. I’m moaning loudly, calling your name.
I know there’s no going back now. I know I’m going to come, but I brace for it, holding it off as long as I can. I search for the sweet spot, that tickle I get that warns me that I’m about to break loose…
And then it comes.
Wave after wave of sweet release. I feel like a cup filled to the brim, the orgasm overflowing from me and puddling at my feet. I’m drowning in it, and I collapse, my legs unable to hold me up any more. My cunt is throbbing and spasming with pleasure and I let go of the dildo, knowing that if I move it, I’ll go crazy.
I lay there as the massive climax takes me. It’s always massive this way. I’m filled fore and aft and my body is clenching at the foreign objects, struggling to take possession. But it’s losing, and the spasms grow weaker and weaker.
I roll onto my back, sweating and panting. My holes are still filled and I lay still, wishing your body was collapsed on top of mine. I want to feel you breathing hard against the damp curls on my neck as you recover from the powerful orgasm that fills me with your hot load. I want to feel your weight pressing me into the mattress and anchoring me to reality.
I run my hands over my bare breasts again, but the magic has passed. They are my hands again.
What a cliche, I almost got a ticket today, and frankly I would have been happy to pay it… but the cop was hot and it was all his idea. I followed him to a quiet little alley, and he told me that he had a contest with the other cops — they were competing to see who pulled over the hottest “moving violation” and all I had to do was pose for a few pictures with his police car. He said he just thought me in my bra and panties would be fine — but I wanted to make sure he’d win, and I wanted to entice him. So, first I went topless, then I was naked.
I got on the hood of his car spread my legs and played with first my titties, while he took pictures of everything with his cell phone. Soon, I was leaning back and he indulged me in a little guided masturbation. It wasn’t long till I was cumming. His cock was hard but he never asked me to fuck him… but I will when he calls me — and I know he’s going to call!
Wanted to share some pictures from my friends party! We got her this stripper, who showed up in a bear costume, See, my friend loves Teddybears, so she thought we got her a Teddy -Gram…boy wasnt she surprized, and pleasantly so, when what she REALLY got was aDick-In_the Box!!! It turned into a complete slut fest!! cocks, tits, pussy…everyone was wet!
In the end, my friend got exactly what she wanted…LOL!!
A long, solid curving arch, sometimes seeming to kiss the sky itself, , it plunges, ripping thru the blue…bracing for its impact, headlong it dives…erasing its beginings as it disappears into the priceless depths of gold, burrowing, becoming one with its light, until it is discernable where one ends…one begins….
A melody cuts thru the silence….from one, or both it is uncertain, yet the two combine in song, reaching a fever pitch before settling into silence once again….
Hey.. did we just fuck, or catch the birth of a rainbow after a thunderstorm?
Either way, I hope you were entertained…if not, go check out my friend Roxy, the naughty Leprechaun!
I went to a hot tub last week with a guy I’d met in high school. He is 6’6″, Indian, and beautiful; we have a great sexual energy between us. We got together for a walk and ended up renting a hot tub for an hour. Of course, we fooled around and ended up fucking. I mean, how could I resist? There were two things that stood out for me, aside from his lanky brown body and super cock:
First, the fact that he made me cum four times in about 1/2 an hour (it’s never happened to me). Men and women have tried to get me off a ton of times in one session, but my body hasn’t been ready for it. He was successful.
Second, I’ll never forget being in 69 position with him on top . The head of his cock was in my mouth, and he was bent miraculously backward. His asshole was puckering in and out in front of my eyes! I’d never had such a close encounter with an asshole! All I could do was stare at it while it moved.
Before he came, he got off me and masturbated onto my tits. I loved that, too! Watching a guy stroking himself is very cool, and warm cum is nice to rub around.
After we washed off, the hot tub attendant knocked and told us our hour was almost up. Just in time. I definitely plan on getting together with my Indian friend again.
When I was about nineteen, I was babysitting at the house down the block. I had put the children to bed and was watching TV. The woman I was babysitting for lived in a two-family house. Her nephew was living downstairs. He was eighteen or nineteen. He had some friends over, and I heard them carrying on downstairs. I heard them coming up the stairs, and then the door opened. The nephew used to come up from time to time to get something to eat, so I was not surprised. However, this time he came up with his friends. There were five of them. They came into the room with just towels on around their waists. Then they dropped the towels and stood there naked. I had some sex experience but never anything like this. I was a little frightened but also a little curious. The nephew (Ray) came over to me first. I gave him oral in front of the other four guys. When I was done, I saw the other guys all had erections. It made me hot. Ray then took my shirt and pants off. I blew the remaining four guys one by one. When I was done, I removed my panties and bra. The guys started touching me all over. Then one of them laid me down on the kitchen floor and started having hard sex with me. Eventually, all five had sex with me. It was great, but I did have a lot of guilt for a while. The next day, I saw all of them at school. They acted like nothing had happened.
