So I read somewhere that every man that is successful and is happy has a muse. Most people would assume that is his wife, right? Wrong! This study or guy or whoever indicated that most muses come in the form of the “other” woman, the mistress, the whore, the one that is there purely for sexual gratification and to fulfill all of the voids that the wife refuses or is unable to fulfill for the man. I want to be that other woman or mistress or whore. To know that I am the reason for a man’s success is such a turn on that I want to fuck more and more just thinking about it. Yeah, power does it for a woman and especially this one. Let me take a crack at being your muse, unless you just don’t want to be successful or have the best damn sex of your life.
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I don’t understand men sometimes. I get all hot and bothered so much and I just want to fuck sometimes but these guys all want to be the “nice” guy and not “take it too fast” and stuff like that. What has happened to all the men out there? When a girl wants to fuck, she wants to fuck. This is why I have my best friend, I call him Frank the Tank. Frank is my dildo and he and I have sooooooooooooooooo many fun adventures together. We explore new dimensions of me and places that make me cum every time. So boys remember this, if a woman is giving you clues that she wants to fuck and you disappoint her, it is not her loss, it is yours. She always will have her best friend at home. How about you call me and my best friend and we can share our fun with you?
I can’t remember the exact day or anything but one night I caught the red eye from New York back home. I had went to New York to visit a friend and we went shopping and went and saw some plays on Broadway and chilled in Times Square and of course gave our respects at Ground Zero. I ended up having so much fun I lost track of time and this flight was the last out of the gate to my home. Well, of course it was quiet and not full at all. I think a total of about 10 people on the plane, including the flight attendants and pilots. I sat in the middle because it makes me feel more safe, and there was a couple in the front of the plane and this man in the back by the bathroom. He wasn’t the best looking guy but he was attractive. I smiled at him when I sat down and then went about my reading. After they came around with the service cart, the little girls room called and I needed to go. At this point I am wearing my tight jeans, some sneakers and this cute little top that probably is a little low cut for a plane ride. I end up using the lavatory in the back of the plane by this man. I heard some sounds when I was in there, thinking it was turbulence or just the plane noises. However, when I came out and looked to the right, the man had his cock out and was stroking it! His fully erect stiff hard juicy cock was being pounded by his hand and he saw me. He never stopped and actually smiled at me. I knew he was thinking of me and I couldn’t help myself. I straddled over him, rubbing my jeans against his manhood and getting in the seat next to him. I looked up at the front and noticed the attendants were being chatty Kathy’s so nothing to worry about from there. I then started to go down on him, him holding my head down on his hard cock, the feel of it against my tongue and throat driving me nuts. I started bobbing my head up and down, stroking his cock with one hand while is sucked him off. My lips were tightly wrapped around it so not a bit of juice could leave his cock without it being in my mouth. I could hear him groan faintly and started to feel his hips thrust and his balls tighten. I was about to get a big big surprise! He kept true to his silence though and he eventually held my head down as far as he could on his shaft shooting his hot cum all down my throat. I didn’t gag at all and I licked all of his wonderful juicy surprise from his cock. I made sure he was dry and then popped my head back up, winked at him and went back to my seat with my panties wet. We touched down not even 30 minutes later and I left the flight, never talking to him or asking his name. What a memory.
What should I be for Halloween? I can go old school and go as Carrie or a dead bride or a ghost. I always loved to get all done up as a witch with the green makeup and the pointy hat and I even used to carry a broom around! LOL Those were the days. But then I found out what Halloween really is for us ladies, a day we can whore it up and not have the other bitches judge us! This is why I am deciding on what to wear, it is between the naughty little school girl with my thigh high stockings, plaid skirt, sweater and pig tails, or is it going to be a little devil woman with barely anything covering my hard nipples and ample breasts and what is bound to be a wet pussy if these guys (and girls) do what they typically do and sexify Halloween up. I can’t decide! I don’t have much time left and the party is this weekend. I don’t want any candy (unless it is your lollipop) but I do want to get fucked so help me , please tell me what to wear! I am desperate and would do anything, I mean anything, for help deciding!
Not many of you realize just how extreme I am, how I love a challenge. I’m not your typical moan and groan girl, never have been never will be. So when a phone sex caller comes along who picques my interest I love it. This was the case with my vampire caller the other night. What can I say other then thank you. He recognized the power I exude, the control I need to have, and how I hunger for your blood. I don’t speak to many of you about my vampire kink because quite honestly I know you’re a bunch of fucking cowards who couldn’t handle a hot, sexy temptress like myself latching onto their neck and draining them. Brett though, he’s different. Not only does he welcome the idea but he practically begs for it. I fed on him like I haven’t feasted in so long and it felt incredible. Are you truly into vampire phone sex too or are you afraid of the complete control that I would have over your worthless, weak body and mind.
Malaya
I have to admit, I have such a crush on Superman. I know if you go all literal and stuff like that, him fucking me would rip me in half and his sperm would kill me and when he came he would probably blow a hole right thorough me, but fuck how much fun would that be. I would love to be ripped apart with his hard cock, they don’t call him the man of steel for nothing. He would have unlimited stamina and would be able to pleaseme for days on end, causing me to pass out from sheer exhaustion and extacsy from fucking over and over and cumming over and over. I will tell you what, I would fuck 1000 times better than that slut Lois Lane. I can’t believe I am writing this! I should be studying but that show came on, a repeat, of when Dean Cain as Superman. OOOOO he is dreamy, I don’t care if he is an older man now, he is a hottie! Why don’t you be my Superman baby, call me and do your super power to me.
An amazing orgasm story that I remember didn’t come from an enormous cock. It was about 6 inches long and in just a perfect shape that it feels wonderful going in. We were in the shower and while massaging the shampoo into my hair he slid up behind me, pressing his body against mine, me feeling his hardening cock between my ass cheeks. I moaned from the feel of stiffening meat against my ass, tilting my head back to rest on his shoulder, his hands in my hair with the shampoo.
My hair was clean at this point but he hadn’t stopped taking advantage of my temporary blindness. He led me closer to the water so that he could wash off his hand, then he used my other arm to encircle me and cup my soft, smooth tits, earning him a a sigh of appreciation. He began to kiss my shoulder and then he put his right hand on my belly, and to build anticipation, made the slow journey down my stomach to my sweet, shaved slit. He had me at the touch of my finger sliding between my pussy lips, my knees began to buckle. I began to do everything but falling down after the first five seconds. After dipping two fingers, one at a time, into my sopping pussy, he focused on my clit. It was a cinch to find; it was peeking out from its hiding place at the top of your slit. He concentrated pressure on the flesh directly around it, so as not to actually hurt me while I was being pleasured. I finally came again and latched onto his arm for dear life, moaning again and again, completely incoherent at the feeling of his fingers toying with me. Finally, with an inarticulate yelp of joy, I came, hard, again, and the only thing holding you me was that left arm, because his right hand hadn’t stopped masturbating me yet. ….. I am so wet and horny call me now.
I am a good little girl and you boys know it. I have my little devilish streak here but you can always see me going to my church and living an honest life. However, the naughty side of me gets in the way sometimes to the point that I get caught in some rather peculiar predicaments. Take, for example, last weekend. I tend to be kinda shy and in the back of the church on most Sundays but that doesn’t stop the mother hens of the area. You know who I am talking about, the socialite women in the church that are always smiling and organizing and doing things like bake sales and ugh. Well, they see me sitting in the back and I knew what was coming. I saw them in almost unison like a flock of geese in synchronization turn and look at me then turn back around and little bits of chatter began. Needless to say, I was approached by them and they wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was going to a woman’s group to socialize, it is just the proper womanly way, don’t you know. (by the way, this is dedicated to my “cuck,” and he knows who I’m talking about)
So I of course am getting so bored at this thing when I go that I decide I am going to head out and walk around the ladies’ property. They lived on a nice farm and there were plenty of places to go. I saw a barn and decided to head over, there could be horses! So I end up walking in the barn and looking around but see no horses. I was pretty much devastated as even out here, in the beautiful air and country, there was still no excitement. That was until I heard a little rustling. I thought it was just a tiny little animal at first but out from around some hay there came out a man. A marvelous man who was proportioned just the right way for me and he was shirtless. I asked who he was, but he did not respond, he merely walked over and began to take off my dress and my panties and bra. I didn’t know how to react, the air hitting my nipples made them instantly hard and the shock of this beautiful man disrobing me made me wet. He began to caress me and massage me all over, touching every pleasure spot of my body, causing me to orgasm over and over and over again. The experience was amazing. Just when I thought I could cum no more, he would do something else to please me, never did he demand anything of me, he just pleased me and was loving it. All of a sudden, I heard the faint voices of the cackling old hens. I could hear them shouting my name to find me. I quickly told him to run and I scrambled to put my clothes on. I barely got dressed when they all stood at the entrance of the barn staring at me. I didn’t know what to do or think, I was disheveled. My hair was all messed up and had hay intermingled in it, and my dress had a few dirt spots on it, to say the least. Regardless, I grabbed my eye and indicated my contact lens fell out and that I was just looking for it. Great story, but the ladies knew better, I think. They simply told me to follow them and we adjourned to the house for the rest of our group time. I will never forget my fun in the barn.
I hope you naughty men out there have a very sexy weekend. I will be here all evening in case you get lonely and care to share some time together.
I love talking to all my sissy boy’s and abies out there but there is also a time when I need to be with a well…a “real man”. Shhhhhhh I better not say that to loud *tehe*
I love to watch a hungry man eat and the pleasure his man cock when he is finished. Sometimes during actually, I dated a guy who liked for me to suck him under the table at restaurants. Was so hot to be so kinky in public.
What is your most erotic fantasy or fetish? Think of it…and give me a call. I would love to share mine too.
Triple XXX kisses,
Talon
I spent the weekend on the river in a charming but rustic cottage tucked away in the woods. Completely secluded right on the water, it was absolutely amazing.
I was basking in the sunshine soaking up the rays when I heard my name. When my eyes adjusted enough to see I smiled at the growing bulge already bursting in his jeans.
I knew he wanted me, his eyes tried to hide it but I always know when a man wants me. Glancing quickly at his ring finger I saw that ~golden band~ and smiled a little more.
I think married men sexy and the challenge always makes my tight pussy ache a bit. His body language told me all I needed to know, he was ready. He would take me right here if I make the move. His eyes were fixed on my cleavage and I felt my nipples get hard.
He licked his lips and I moved in, pressed my body against his, and kissed him deeply, slowly then wildly our tongues flicked over each others.
He picked me up effortlessly, wrapped my long, slender legs around his strong body and started to probe my wet, tight sex hole with the tip of his cock. When his massive cock entered my hot sex I started to moan and grind my hips eager to welcome him.
His nice swollen “married cock” made me quiver in multiple orgasms. I gave him so much honey his cock was dripping. When he was ready to explode he told me that he wanted to cover my tits with his load. He pulled out and I started to stroke his hot, soaking cock until he gave me a huge cum shower all over my huge, swollen tits. I licked his hot, thick jizz from my nipples and then kissed him again…deeply.
Unspoken desires that were very much fulfilled. Now let me fulfill all of yours!
Slow, sensual kisses…
Your Naughty Ashlee
