I’ve always loved being outdoors. I decided to go out on a group kayaking trip one weekend. Once I was out in the water, I noticed that there was a man looking at me, watching me. He paddled over and introduced himself. I smiled and did the same. He told me that he went out with this group all the time and that he could give me a much better tour, if I was interested. I’m not sure what came over me, but I decided that I would much rather see what he had to show me. We waited until the group left and then paddled in the other direction. I followed him, taking in the beautiful sights. I was having so much fun, that I totally lost track of time. The sun was starting to set and we were far from home. My tour guide suggested that we move the bank and camp for the night. The water was getting a little rough and my clothes were quite wet. He built a fire for us and I sat close, trying to warm up. He came closer, putting his arm around me. At his touch, I felt a stirring in my panties. I turned my head and looked at him. His face was so close to mine. I could feel his breath against my lips. He slowly lowered his mouth to mine, but stopped just before touching my lips. I could tell he was confused as I was. We were strangers… but I wanted him. I grabbed his head and brought his lips to mine. He growled into my mouth as he lowered me to the ground. Soon our wet clothes were an after thought as he slowly peeled them away. His warm body pressed into mine and my thighs cradled his throbbing cock. He kissed every inch of my body, his lips and tongue exploring me. I caught my breath as he pushed his hard dick inside of my dripping pussy. Holy fuck, he was big. He started slow, but began to pick up speed. We were both moaning, almost screaming. It was so intense! I know I should have told him to pull out, but I wanted..WANTED… his cum. When his cum flooded my pussy, I came too. He fucked me many times that night, but dropped me off in the morning with a quick good bye. He was right when he said he could give me a better tour. I’ve always loved the great outdoors.
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Confusing, isn’t it. I know what you are, you know what you are but yet you wonder where I stand on this. One thing we both agree on is that you are a scum sucking loser perv and that I am a goddess. Do you wonder why I would even bother with a piece of shit sick bloke like you? Entertainment fuckhead, nothing but pure entertainment to me.
Do you wonder if I get off to your twisted desires or do I think you are slime. Would I be an accomplice or demean you with every deviant thought you have? Maybe I would help you in your endeavors to find and rape that elusive single digit cutie or maybe I would blackmail your dumb ass. We can play guessing games all day but I think it is time to play.
I had a caller tell me recently that he loves talking to me because we are in our own little world. There is nothing to hide when we talk and I feel the same way. I have secrets and desires that I wouldn’t share with just anyone in my life but when I feel you’re opening up to me, I feel comfortable and telling you what really gets me going. We don’t have to lie to impress anybody and I know whatever we tell each other it’s just between us. In our little world, we can be as naughty as we want and do things that may shock others. As long as I get the biggest cum load from your balls, I am happy.
Let’s forget about everything else at the moment and let’s get into our own little world, just you and me!
I was having some important clients over for a dinner party. I’m not a bad cook by any means, but I wanted something a little better than just what I could do, so I decided to hire a chef to come cook for the event. This guy came highly recommended and I was thrilled that he could squeeze me in at such short notice. I told him to come over early, handing over my kitchen, giving him plenty of time to cook before my guests arrived later that evening. When the doorbell rang and I opened the door, I was greeted by a very attractive man. Even better. I led him through to the kitchen and asked if it would bother him if I sat in and watched. He told me no, he liked to be watched. Those innocent words sent my mind to all sorts of dirty places, but I kept my self controlled. I listed as he went over the menu he had planned for me and watched as he began to prep for the meal. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his hands, the way he sliced, diced, chopped and squeezed. I was hoping that he didn’t notice the way my mouth was watering. I kept imagining those hands all over my body and what they could do. The longer I sat there, the more uncomfortable I became, my pussy soaking through my panties. Before I knew what was happening, I was shifting in my stool at the bar, accidently letting out a moan. The sound had him looking up from his work, watching me with dark eyes. He slowly set his knife down, wiping his hand on his apron. He walked around the bar, looking into my eyes as he moved closer. He laid his hands on my arms, squeezing just a little. He lowered his mouth to mine, softly at first. The brush of his lips had me moaning again. He didn’t look up this time. Instead, he deepened the kiss, groaning into my mouth and pulling me against him. He grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the bar. The marble top felt so cold against my thighs, but his hands soon warmed my skin. They were everywhere, touching all my sensitive spots. When his fingers glided over the front of my panties, I nearly came. He smiled up at me, knowing that I couldn’t take much more. I needed him then and there, I couldn’t wait much longer. He moved between my thighs rubbing his throbbing cock up and down my dripping pussy. He slowly pushed inside, watching my face as I took every inch inside. His hands continued to roam, touching and pinching here and there. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside. He placed his hands under my ass and started pumping inside of me, giving me more and more. I held onto the counter as his thrusts became harder and faster. I was so out of my mind from the pleasure, that I didn’t even ask him to pull out. I wanted to feel this man, this stranger, explode inside of me. I gripped him tighter between my thighs as my pussy began to contract around him. His hand fisted in my hair as he pulled my mouth back to his as we came together. He rested his head on my shoulder as he caught his breath. I slowly let my legs fall away, releasing him from my grasp. I told him that I would leave him to his work, but I wanted dessert later.
I was reading one of my fave books again and got to thinking. The book is The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty trilogy and it is so fucking erotic, dirty and demented. What more could you want in erotica. Anyway, there is this one part and I had to try it out on someone. It had to be someone I wasn’t involved with in case they hated it and never wanted to have any thing to do with me again. There is very few people in my life that I would really give a fuck if I never saw again. Then again would a stranger deserve the pleasure this would give.
After much thought and feeling more horny by the minute I decided to just do it to myself. I undressed and got a glass of milk. My cat Cinder was laying beside me. The more I thought about what I was about to do the wetter I got. I slowly poured the milk over my tits, down my stomach and drenched my already creamy cunt. I then put Cinder on me to lick up the milk. I can’t begin to describe the feeling as her tongue lapped at my nipples. Cinder followed the path of milk till her tongue found my clit. The feeling was exquisite a mix of pain and pleasure as I came over and over again till I couldn’t take her tongue on me anymore.
Would I do it again? Fucking doubtful as some firsts will never feel the same a second time. Next sex act I try from book will be on the victim of my choice. Enjoy your week, maybe give it a read. I know I am far from the only depraved bitch out there.
Hey there little guy. You’re so tiny, only 6 inches tall. No need to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you. I see the way you’ve been looking at my pretty feet and thought you might like a closer look. I’m going to scoop you up and put you on the coffee table. I kick off my sandals and place my feet on the table too. You can touch them if you want. I watch as you rub your tiny face across my toes, your lips pressing kisses all over them. You really DO love my feet, don’t you little guy? I watch you strip out of your clothes and rub your body against my left foot. I can feel a tiny poke from your cock. You lay down on the table, pulling my foot over you, making out with the sole of it. Your little prick starts thrusting against a wrinkle on the bottom of my foot. I press against you body a little…not wanting to crush your tiny body, just wanting to apply a little pressure. I feel your moan vibrate against my foot. That tickles! Giggles. You keep rubbing against my foot and I keep giving you a little more of my weight. I feel a little wet spurt as you cum. Did you enjoy that little guy?
Thanks for the AWESOME call Mr. J. 😉
Oh, hey there Piggy.
I bet your perverted little ass thought I was going to write about you fucking your daughter/son/mother/auntie/or motherfucking twin, didn’t you? Fat chance, loser!
Nooooooo. I wanted to laugh at that pathetic pussy-whipped ass of yours who no doubt catered to your demanding, entitled, selfish and undeserving family all mutherfucking weekend.
HA! You DID didn’t you? I can see you hanging your head in shame. I bet it was a whole lot more like work and not play for you huh? Yeahhhh. I BET. You could have spent your weekend worshiping my fucking pussy, being denied orgasm over and over until you earned your final release. But instead you went to bed with blueballs because your wife was too fucking exhausted, pissed, overwhelmed, had too much sun to fuck your brains out at days end. Too bad for you loser. Tell ya what, though. You can make it up to me today, how’s that sound? And as an added bonus, I may just let you cum and finally drain those heavy fucking balls of yours. Now wouldn’t that be nice for a change?
Yes.
It certainly fucking would.
For a while now I’ve been messing around with my coach. I’m always teasing him when it’s just us in the locker room. I walk around in my panties shaking my ass bending over for him. He loves to see what kind of panties I’m wearing. I know he has another dirty little secret, he loves to sniff dirty panties. I caught him sniffing my panties once before but I didn’t think to much about it but this week I caught him going through some gym bags.
I had just gotten out of the shower and caught him sniffing a pair of dirty panties which did not belong to me. His cock was in his hand stroking away. I laughed at him and told him not to stop, It actually was pretty hot. With his rock hard cock, I made him wrap the dirty panties around his cock and finish off for me. I was getting so turned on making coach do this for me. I dropped my towel and started rubbing my pussy while I watched him getting off to the panties. I’ll be watching what girls forget their stinky gym bags today so coach and I can have some more fun.
My special guy surprised me with a romantic beach getaway. We’ve had very little alone time lately and decided we deserved a break. On our first night there, we decided to take a walk on the beach. The air was warm and felt so good against my bikini clad body. As we walked through the rising tide, he grabbed me and pulled me against him. His mouth crashed down on mine as he kissed me long and deep. My arms went around his neck as my mouth opened, his tongue moving in. He lifted me into his arms and carried me up to the sand. He laid me back, his mouth still on mine, his hands working on my bikini top. He squeezes my tits with his strong hands, pulling at my nipples. He whispers in my ear that he can’t wait… he needs me now. He moved my bikini to the side and pushed his hard cock inside. My arms held him close, my nails biting into his back, as he grinded against me. My moans were swallowed by his hungry mouth on mine. His lips moved back to my ear whispering to me, telling me to cum with him. Feeling his hot breath against my cold skin sent me over the edge. I pulled him closer as he flooded my pussy with his hot cum. I laid beneath him, catching my breath, flashing him a beautiful smile. As I felt him getting hard again, I knew it would be awhile before we made it back to our room.
You are one of those tormented and confused souls. That is what brought you to Goddess Ivy in the first place. I certainly hope you don’t expect me to help with your torments. My goal is to make it worse. So very much worse till you feel like you are going quite insane.
Little bit confused about who and what you are? No worries you fucking loser. I will make it so much worse than you ever imagined you dripping gash. Just think for a minute or two about all the information I have about your life. Some nights after a few shots of absinthe I get extremely devious and malevolent. I use my men up and kick them out so what does a bitch like me do when wasted and a few hours to kill?
That is the time, you piece of shit that I go after you. Reality check time. You want me to go after you. You are a thrill junkie who gets off on his own fear. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have jumped into a deal with the insidious bitch that is Ivy. Cum out and play, loser. I am waiting.
