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Well, another year has passed us by. Seems like yesterday I was at a party celebrating for 2009. Where does the time go?
When I’m with you I feel completely at ease. Our time is very sacred to me and that’s when I feel really relaxed and wish that moment with you would last forever. As another year passes by, I have more steamy memories to remember as well . I am looking forward to making more with you in 2010. As you already know, I never like to disappoint!
Happy New Year!
Alex 866-949-4107
Dear Santa,
I want to be naughty. Really naughty!! I want to suck, and fuck, and tease, and masterbate. Oh, how I love to masterbate, Santa.
So, this year I need toys. Lots and lots of toys. I want anal beads, a new vibrator (as i have worn mine out and it is about to die), the waterproof nubby ohhhh and the G-spot avenger.
I want to play in the bathtub with my waterproof nubby, and spill all my juicy liquids right down the drain (no cleanup). The vibrator HAS to be pwerful. Not just two settings with low and high, which is actually low and medium. I like one that when it is on high it could make my whole body shake. I want to sit in my favorite comfy chair with my G-spot avenger, and wait for my next caller. That would drive me crazy!
What would you do if you called and I told you I have had a vibrating toy tickling my G-spot for ten minutes before you called? You would start stroking that marvelous cock of yours wouldnt you. As my voice gets louder and shaky, telling you how I’m going to eat your cock up with my hungry mouth, empty your tight balls into mmmmmmm my mouth, licking every last drop off your cock until you are clean again. I would love to hear you moan as I talk and finally lose control cumming ever so loudly into your ear, making you blow your load.
OHHHHHH, how I love toys.
I have been a naughty girl this year Santa, and I havent asked for much, so please bring me my toys.
Love,
Annette
P.S. I left a shot of rumplemintz, and a few cigars on the bar for you Santa. But, if you’d rather cum in my room to say hello (wink), I wore red for you Santa.
How long have you been fantasizing about me? How many nights have you laid awake with a hard cock unable to sleep because you cannot get me out of your head? I know it must be tough being alone late at night with a stiff cock needing satisfaction and I want you to know satisfaction is just a phone call away. Honey you don’t have to be alone anymore. You can make all your fantasies me with me a reality. You and I can cum together, oh how I’d love to hear your cock explode as you moan my name. When you are done cumming I will lick your cock clean and swallow all that hot cum babe, but don’t cum before you call me because that ruins all the fun.
Peggy
I pull the glass dildo from it’s fur pouch, and a shiver goes through me as I feel the solid coldness of it. Smooth and rounded, weighted and clear, it holds all the chill of winter within itself.
Other than my questing hand, the rest of me is snuggled deep into flannelette sheets; the winter duvet and two blankets weighs warm atop of me. But not for long.
Why do I want such a cold object within me on such a cold night? Perhaps because I know how quickly it will warm.
You are watching me, so I slip the cool spirals of the dildo between my lips, and slide my tongue across it. You shiver, and I smile. It tastes good, feels smooth. I can’t wait to tuck it down between the warm sheets and my hot cunt.
First, I dig in my bedside drawer for my silicone lube, and upend the dildo so the spirals face the ceiling. A drizzle a few (cold!) drops onto the tip, and use my finger-tips to ensure it covers most of the surface. Once I am satisfied, I lift the sheets to let my arm in, and spread my legs to allow access.
I have been wet for hours, and feeling my wetness – hot and inviting – ever since I slid into my warm bed. The first touch of icy glass against my tropical lips is a marvellous shock, and I feel a shudder start at my groin and spread up my body as I slowly press the slippery dildo into me.
It’s hard. It’s hard and cold and filling and fulfilling. I push it in to the full length, leaving only the bulbous handle out. I press it up and down and it levers the tip of the spiral into the sponginess of my g-spot, a firm ball-bearing of frozen water.
It feels fantastic. It’s an ice-block on a hot summers day, a cool shower in the middle of the afternoon. It’s lotion on hot skin.
It’s a glass dildo in my hot cunt, and as I fuck myself with it and gush gloriously hot fluid, all I am thinking of is the pleasure of contrasts.
When I’m done, spent, and slowly pull it out of me, the dildo is no longer chill. And neither am I. And the covers are now on the floor. I am alone, naked on my bed. Your’ cock is hard from watching me.
Cum to me…use me…fill me with your’ lust. I’m ready, are you? Tell me how I can warm you up.
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It was Halloween night. A hayride was planned. Just for us. What fun. A ride around dark and scary farmland, woods and fields in a tractor pulled hay wagon full of hay…and us. Not much to do in the country on Halloween, ya know? We got in the back of a huge haywagon, and managed to settle in. But, not for long.
We took off into the dark Halloween night, laughing, kissing, we were bored and ready for anything. The Halloween hayride started off simply enough. The tractor and driver drove us through empty fields and farmland. Then, we entered a road through the woods. All gasped and huddled closer together. It was very dark. I mean midnight black. Blacker than black. The tractor driver suddenly shined a huge bright spotlight that seemed to come from no where on us! He yelled that he was just making sure no “hanky panky” was going on back there and we laughed. It did shock us a bit but, he cut the light off and proceeded to drive. On we went, through the woods. In a while, we were both relaxed and enjoying ourselves.
I fetch a blanket for us to cover up with. He’s undressing, as am I, and we are going at it….sticky, sweaty and sexy as hell….he is deep inside of me, thrusting with force…fanfuckingtastic. I cum before he does, and I am hoping he can sustain…he does and keeps going for a long while….my legs anchored around his neck, each thrust shaking the wagon,and a pumpkin fell off the side. our eyes locked, intensely focused on each other…he explodes in a glorious orgasm that sends him into collapse on top of me. I just wanted him to lay there, on me, indefinitely. There is simply nothing like being under him, having him wrapped around me. We didnt stay like that for long for fear the driver would shine that light on us again. But, actually niether one of us really cared at that moment who saw us.
I barely have time to recover before he has a hand between my legs…my refractory period is a bit longer today, but the way he touches me…I cannot say no. I never will. I savor the strokes of his hand…the flick of my clit with his fingers…the gentle slap between my legs that sends me over the moon for him. His instincts in how to please me are remarkable…..I cum in a huge wave that requires a long recovery for me. It wears me out.
We both hurry to get our clothes back on, then cuddle together for the ride back to where we started. This has been the best Halloween ever. I am so satisfied. Actually some of the best sex ever. And even more exciting is the fact that someone may have been watching. THAT makes me cum harder than usual. Maybe next year we will make it more public, hehehe.
Happy Halloween and for some great Halloween sex, give me a call babe: 1-866-794-8175
XOXOXOXOX
PATSY
I have always had this sexual fantasy about Little Red Riding Hood. the way i saw it was not quite as the story was told. the young, deviant girl dressed in all red being stalked by the Big Bad Wolf. she taunted, teased and practically lured the Wolf in her direction as he sniffed her out. she is prey, she is flesh and she is ripe. being a Wolf i imagine he would want to toy with his dinner before he let the life drain from her. feel her flesh, taste her skin and smell her pussy.
i will even go as far as to be Little Red and putting a twist on the story. giving Wolf the impression that i fear him, i would submit to him and sacrifice my life to him. in my story it is the Wolf that i taunt, that i hunt yet he does not know that. my blood red cape flowing through the dark forest, my milky flesh legs illuminating blackness. my arousal calling out to the wild to come find me, take me. the low hum of some random song that sits deep in my throat that only a beast can hear.
come to me beast, i want to play.
twigs snap, the air is filled with breathing through the muzzle and bared teeth. the path i walk is silent with the hunter and the hunted. yet the four legged stalker has no idea that i seek him with purpose. my heart beats and my breathing quickens. to the Wolf it looks like fear but what he doesn’t know it’s the anticipation that courses through my blood. my skin grows hot and by now he can smell the scent of my pussy.
my feet move on the path beneath me. the Wolf follows at a distance staring with silent eyes planning the attack on my helpless body. the alpha dog approaches within feet, i stop walking and turn around to face the king. saliva drips from his long fangs, his yellow eyes narrow at me to show me strength and fearlessness. i stare back with a smile and even step one step closer startling him and causing rumbling in his throat. my face grows from an innocent girl to a sinister demon. i pounce the dog and bite right into the jugular in his fur covered neck. his growls turn to yelps as i pierce through the layers to hit the fountain to his life. his jaw snaps at my flawless skin, his paws scratch into the canvas of my body and yet i continue my attack. topping the beast, straddling the beast, grinding into the beast. i want to cum as his life flutters away beneath me. it is i that howls at the full moon as the multiple waves of orgasms erupt from my body.
in the end Little Red does live, she does survive but who is the real villain?
Some sicko from Portage, India called me today and left the following message on my voice mail.
“Yeah, umm, I saw your ad on uhh the Internet. I’m a 35 year old white male, I’m into domination and I’m wondering if you’re into domination and fetishes? I’m really not that well hung, but I do like being at the feet of a goddess, so, umm, I also like toilet training and brown showers. I’d like to set up an appointment. Please call me at 219-331-6256.”
I entered his number into a telephone search engine and discovered that this whack job was from Portage, India. Please feel free to call my ignorant, curry loving friend and let him know that you would love to slap the shit out of him with your very well endowed man tool and that they do sell books about grammar in India too! LOL
I just had to vent! Happy Halloween everyone (Especially you J.M.)! Thank God for my sweet, normal, grammatically correct callers. Life is good!
Alex
The lube pours like rain, effortlessly — my closed fist a vessel.
What is passion?
It fuels us here in this secret place where our inner hearts are pulled from the darkness and revealed. Such relief it is to stop suppressing these desires I fought for so long and escort them out of the shadows….examine them a bit, even if I may only do so here.
Today I lay in my candle lit bath. Warm fragrant water swirls about me. I close my eyes, filled with longing and hunger, I fantasize. Hear his words in my mind’s eye….
Oh baby, how I long to tease you to the point you cry out. I would rejoice in slowly revealing myself to you. I would have you lay in front of me at first – only to watch, as I describe how you make me fucking crazy for you, on fire for you. Slowly I would undress for you…shirt, pants drop to the floor. You would see my massive bulge under my boxers, slowly sliding them off to reveal my thick hard manhood. Sliding my hard cock out for you to see from afar.
I would describe in graphic detail how I plan to make you wet, make you cunt pulsate in desire. I will tell you that you will not get to feel or taste me until you sweet pussy is soaking. I will delight to hear your beg me in vulgar terms that you need to taste me – to feel me.
As I stroke my thick hot meat before you, I will inform you how I will take you at my bidding
You will feel my throbbing passion build as I grab your throat and pull your hair back to kiss you deeply I growl in your ear as I inform you that I am about to fuck your sweet wet cunt. I will fuck you hard and deep as I will want to hear my good girl gasp in pleasure and anticipation. My thick cock slices your pussy open and fills you to new and unexplored depths. Grabbing your hair as I pull back and slam my thick root into the deepest back of your pussy and hold it there. Deep, deeper, throbbing – so you can feel my thickness fill you like never before.
As I hold my rock hard manhood deep inside you, I will hiss in your ear that you are such a good slut and how I want to fuck you all day long. I pull your hair to emphasize each syllable I utter in your ear.
Fucking you harder I warn you that I am going to explode my seed on you in huge buckets and how good your sweet pussy feels being split open by my fat cock.
As I approach climax, I pull out and grab your hair, pulling you to your knees before my cock and my balls explode and empty into your delicate mouth, filling your mouth my hot salty seed –
crying out with each pulsing burst of my thick hot cum as I explode over you.
In the warm soapy water I am aware of such powerful dreams that passion brings out in me.
