Not many people know this about me but I have a thing for muscle cars and expensive cars. Next to this sweet vintage red Trans Am that a cop friend of mine owns, my favorite car that I ever rode in had to be the candy apple red Mercedes with the convertible top (although the candy apple red T-top Iroc Z was fine, too). That beautiful Mercedes had tan leather seats and interior and it was the sweetest “ride”! There’s just something about the sleekness and the POWER that these cars put out, flying down the road! MMMMMMMMM, me in my skimpy leather skirt and matching halter top and stilettoes (and nothing else) sitting practically on top of my man of the moment, and between him and his motorized machine, getting me off a million times. There is nothing like the vibrating power of those engines and his magical hands. And I am beginning to develop the same appreciation for Harley Davidsons!
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Simply delicious! That’s what I would use to describe the phone call I just had. Sweet boy, my Step-Son that is. I knew all along that he has been watching me. Getting dressed, getting undressed, showering, swimming in our indoor pool. And every time, if I would go to speak to him about it, he would blush and excuse himself. I believe that you should always put things out there, don’t keep secrets, speak up and get things out in the open. So I went into his room this morning to ask him about him spying on me, and there he stood. Half in and out of his boxers, his body still semi wet from the shower. I was greatly surprised to see that the boy had a nice sized cock on him. It was starting to get hard as I stood there staring at it. Of course there was that moment where no one spoke and we both froze. He started to pull them up in a hurry, stumbling for words to say he was sorry that he didn’t hear me open his door, but I quickly walked over and placed my finger on his lips to hush him. What happened next? All I can say is that my panties are now wet with his cum dripping out of me, and he went to school with the biggest smile on his face!
Your Sexy, Candee
What I want…is for you to tease me. I want you to bring me to the brink of orgasm, and then stop. Let the feeling subside, not enough so that I loose it completely, but just enough to keep me from cumming. Coax the moisture from my pussy, drop by drop. Tease me with you hand, your tongue, a vibrator, by whatever means necessary, but don’t let me cum. I may beg and I may plead, but do not give in to me. In fact, I’ll even help you a bit, if you get bored. I’ll let you watch me as I finger and rub myself, and hopefully I’ll have enough self control to stop myself. The feelings get more intense, the longer I hold out. As I lie here, I wonder…are you hard? Does watching me excite you as much as it does me? Or are you getting bored? Again, I have to rub myself some more. I stop typing for a moment, only to gently squeeze my tits with my left hand. Meanwhile my right one keeps a steady up beat, hitting my clit every now and then. Even now, I want to cum so bad. Make cum baby, make me cum…call and make me cuuuummmm.
The touch of my downy hair returning my kiss as your soft lips brush it; the smell of soft, sexy, alluring perfume, sometimes soft, sometimes rich, always sweet, always addicting. My soft flesh pulsing inside your mouth as you suck and caress my folds, slick with my juices….your tongue plunges in, my fingers slide back, you suck rhythmically as my hips buck up off of the bed in a slow dance lead by your’ mouth and my cunt. Your chin is wet.My cunt is wet. You’re insatiable.
Love,
Your Destiny
God that sounds good
All calls through new years discounted, give me a call for more information. Happy Holidays!
I beg of you. Describe to me what you are looking at. Let your words be my mirror. Showing me all those dirty things you are doing to me. What does your cock look like sliding in and out of my pink pussy? How slick are your fingers with my wetness? I have to know. I want to hear it.
Talk to me. Tell me.
Call me, tell me everything you wanna do to me, and I will submit to you because I love being told!
CARISSA
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.
After writing my last blog about my blow jobs, I couldn’t help but remember that I love to be pleasured too and a man that can get this motor going is going to have his world rocked. This is the same way for any women boys. Don’t let any of them say otherwise.
The easiest way for a woman to cum is through manual stimulation. Think about it…your fingers can do all kinds of things all at the same time. Rub, squeeze, pinch, tickle, thrust, plunge, grind. They can be gentle and careful or rigid and rough. You can hit all the right spots at the same time and your jaw doesn’t even lock up in the process. And I promise…if you’re patient and good at it, she’ll cum at least twice and still be begging you to fuck her. I know I would.
Try this…it would certainly work on me 😉
Start very slowly…I’m talking so slowly that she doesn’t even realize your fingers are there for a few minutes. Barely graze her lips with your fingers, play with any hair she might have, and as she begins to get wet, slide your fingers over the slippery spot, but don’t let them slip between her lips yet.
After a few minutes of that blissful torture, she’ll either spread wider or start to hump into your hand in little circles or up toward your fingers trying to get you to slide them in without having to tell you. Don’t do it. Let your fingers slide down lower, running the tip of one of your wet fingers over her asshole. Gently…very gently, using your wet finger, stroke it for just a few seconds, never penetrating, just grazing. Then slide your fingers back up and let just the tip of one finger slip between her lips…not inside her, just parting the lips.
Take your finger and run it from the pussy all the way up to where the lips begin. Go back and forth, slowly and gently a few times, spreading out the juices, making her slit soaked, top to bottom.
Then start where her lips begin under her pubic hair. Start running your finger straight down, toward the pussy opening and you’ll feel a hard little shaft-like thing that runs parallel to the lips and dead ends at the clit. Now, with your wet finger, maybe even two of them, rub that vein…gently at first, but you can build up to a little pressure. Just gauge her responses.
By this point, she’s probably trying to finger herself, or at the very least, trying to push your fingers down farther. So, without further hesitation, slip ONE finger inside her and watch her buck her hips trying to get you to finger fuck her. But don’t. Using that one finger, just explore inside her for a few minutes very slowly.
Now, she should be squirming, biting your neck, grinding against your hand, twisting her own nipples, and most likely, reaching for your hard cock (if she hasn’t already). Slide another finger inside her and reach for the g-spot with those fingers while still rubbing her clit with your thumb then start to grind your fingers into her, putting pressure on the g-spot. That in and out stuff doesn’t really do much with fingers unless you’re using more than two.
As she gets wetter and wetter give her another finger. And once you have three (or four) fingers inside her, you can get a little rougher because she’s definitely gonna have the lubrication for it. That’s where the strong, forceful arms come in handy. Be as rough as she wants. Fuck her with your fingers Do it hard and don’t pull your fingers all the way out. It’s just like when a woman is on top of you. Grind her pussy with your fingers…a circular motion couldn’t hurt either. You can even use your knee behind your hand to push your fingers in more deeply…or even have her ride your fingers the way she wants to ride your cock.
Yeah I gotta go, I have to do something right now…… he he he he, bye boys!
So I was talking to one of my male fuck buddies the other day. We had just got done humping like rabbits, and dogs, and hell, you get the point. Anyway, he starts telling me about him and his mom. I was so not wanting to hear about his mom, she was of no interest to me, until I got a whiff of this story. So he is a freshman at the university in the next big town (I can’t say where that is out here right now, but I can tell you if you call.) Anyway, he was overwhelmed and went home to do laundry and eat some of Mom’s home cooking. He told me that the last time he went home his mom surprised him with her clothes. Her ass was stuffed into the tightest cutoff jeans shorts with the curve of her ass peeking out beneath the short legs. He rubbed his cock beneath the table as his mom turned and saw him staring at her ass and thighs.
She went on to ask him if he thought his old mom was sexy. He then told her “hell yeah” and that he didn’t know why she hasn’t remarried. His mom went on to say she would hit on him in a bar and asked him to buy her a drink.
She then looked at his crotch with a craze and asked if that was for her. They played their bar charade for a while. She commented that a cold beer, a hot man and a hard cock poking at her ass would cause her to be less of a lady…. He then reached around and unzipped her jeans and slid them down to the delight of having no underwear on. She stood bottomless and they were grounding. His mom reached back and with both hands took his cock into her warm hands and had her way with him. I could tell you more but I gotta go for now.
If you haven’t realized by now boys, I am a HUGE football fan. I love me some Peyton and his younger brother Eli (mmmmmm Manning sandwich). But this Sunday had me going a little bit. I mean come on, the Jags beat my Colts? The Jags! And what about that Bears quarterback, he is on his back so much he is a bigger whore than I am 😉 Ok wait, maybe not that much but still. Anyway, I just wanna be on the field, bent over in front of those big burly men so they can take me from behind and do what they want with me. Fuck me from behind, my hands in the turf, or the team coming to give me a special prize. Oh all the possibilities with that many men! I can’t talk about all of them here, call me and help me decide how I want it tonight.
I like it when you squeeze my tits through my shirt while I suck on your tongue like it’s a miniature cock.
I like it when you rub the joining of my legs and make me cream my panties and soak my jeans.
I like it when you say thank you after I come. You’re the only one who ever does.
I like it when you force your spit and my juices back into my pussy and let them drip out again into your open mouth.
I like it when you giggle with pleasure when I tongue your nipples and kiss my way down your chest to your groin.
I like it when you fill my mouth to overflowing, first with your cock and then with your semen.
I like it when you fuck me from behind with the mirror from the wardrobe beneath me so that I can see your cock stretching me open.
(I hope there’s a hard-on in your pants.)
I like it when you ask me to lick your ass.
I like it when you push against the tension at my asshole. The muscles embrace you despite the searing ache.
I like it when you bury your cock deep inside me and stay rigid with your weight on top while the walls of my vagina collapse around you.
I like it when you type the dirtiest things.
I like it when you convulse: your spine stiffens and your breathing goes ragged and your eyes roll back and you release a loud moan.
I want your thick cock sliding in me slowly, penetrating deep. Come fuck me, lover. You know I will beg.
I want to fuck you. I need to fuck, fuck, fuck you. I am your willing slut: Trish, the fuck-toy. Tonight. My place. Please. Come for me.
He came. He came again and again. So did I.
