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Posted:Feb 20, 2019 11:49 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2019 6:50 am
"Bring that pretty little cunt over here", Bailey said.

She was sitting on the sofa, eyeing Liz. The Bachelor was on tv. Peter was in his chair, reading. He rarely watched this show. He always said it should be called "Commitment Issues." It was hard to argue with that logic.

Liz got up, went to Bailey.

"Show it to me", Bailey said.

Liz pulled down her leggings and thong. Bailey reached for her, drew her closer.

"No, really show it to me", she said.

Liz reached down, spread her labia with her fingers. She was already wet.

Bailey licked her finger, slid it across Liz's clitoris. Liz caught her breath, her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Kneel on the couch", Bailey said. "Rest your arms on the back of it."

Liz did as she was told. She reached between her legs, spread her lips again. Bailey slid two fingers into her cunt. She licked Liz's anus, rimmed her. Liz arched her back, and gave herself over to her lover.

Peter put his book down.

And watched.
Snowbound, Part II
Posted:Feb 19, 2019 11:10 am
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2019 11:11 am
When we were finished, Vickie lay on my chest, her body curled into mine, my arm around her. I looked out the window. The snow had let up a little, or so I thought. I sighed deeply, kissed the top of her head. I could smell her shampoo, and as her breathing deepened, I felt relaxed for the first time in days.

When I woke up, her head was under the covers, her mouth coaxing me back into action. I held the back of her head, encouraged her efforts. I stiffened, and then I had a full blown erection. She stopped, looked up at me.

"Thank you for fucking me earlier", she said. "Now it's time to make love to me."

"My pleasure", I said, smiling.

She swung her leg over my body, straddled my face, lowered herself onto me. I tasted our mingled body fluids, my saltiness and her sweetness. I licked her anus, probed her with my fingers and tongue. I made her come.

She dismounted, lay on her back. I mounted her. She reached down, guided my cock between her labia.

"Make love to me", she said. "Treat me like your lover."

I fucked her slowly, deliberately. She came, and came again. Outside, the snow had picked up again. Vicky gripped my ass with her hands, threw her legs around my waist. I continued my slow, deliberate rhythm.

I could feel her fingers on my shaft, and then she slid one into my ass. It sent me over the edge.

"Give me your cum, Baby", she cooed. "I want to feel you pulse."

When we were through, we showered, together, and dressed for dinner. Our options were a Jimmy John's and a Pizza Ranch. We walked to the Pizza Ranch.

Then we went back to her room for Round 3.
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Posted:Feb 18, 2019 7:38 am
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2019 6:00 am
Occasionally I have to travel for work. I find getting away to be exciting and exhilarating. Perhaps it's the change of scenery. Perhaps it's something else, such as the possibility of a little strange.

My business concluded successfully late Saturday afternoon. I went back to my hotel. I preferred boutique hotels. I appreciated the ambiance that came with something that wasn't a chain. This time, though, I was in a Holiday Inn Express. It was clean, comfortable, and ascetically sterile. My flight out was scheduled out for mid-day Sunday, and while the weather babe was predicting snow overnight, I thought that a little snow wouldn't stop a flight.

I went out for dinner, had some stew at an Irish place down the street. And a Smithwick's. I ogled the two women down the bar from me. They were very attractive, and completely wrapped up in their conversation. I concluded that it wasn't my night, paid the bill, and left.

It had started snowing. I cleaned off the car, drove back to the hotel. There was a teen basketball tournament in town, and the dining area was filled with teenage boys and their parents. I thought about hanging around with them, decided it was too much testosterone for my taste. I went up to my room, fell asleep watching a movie on HBO.

When I woke up, it was snowing hard. There was at least eight inches on the ground, and no end in sight. I checked my phone. There was a text from Delta. My flight was cancelled. I called them, waited on hold for what seemed like an eternity, was told that any potential flights were already booked, but they could get me on the same flight on Monday. I took it.

I got up, showered, dressed, and went downstairs for some breakfast. The dining area was filled again, with the same teenagers and their parents as the night before. I filled a plastic cup with some orange juice, guzzled it, did it again. I stood in line at the coffee urn, filled a Styrofoam cup, chatted with a woman I didn't know. She was friendly, pretty and smiled easily. By the time I had fixed my coffee, she was gone.

Bored, I grabbed my coat, went outside, cleaned off the car. There wasn't anything else to do, so I decided to go the store. I saw a grocery store a half mile away, figured I could get some booze, while away the time. I grabbed a bottle of Ketel One peach and orange blossom-infused vodka, some fresh raspberries, took them back to the hotel, sat on the bed, and watched an old Matthew McConaughey movie. I looked outside. The snow had intensified.

I grabbed the vodka and my book, went downstairs, and sat at a table to watch the snow. I took a plastic cup, filled it with ice, threw in four raspberries and poured the vodka. I opened my book, Ron Chernow's epic biography of Alexander Hamilton, and started to read.

I didn't see her enter the hotel. She walked past the dining area, stamping the snow off her Uggs. She saw me, smiled, waved, and headed for the elevator.

A few minutes later she was back. She had changed into a pair of flat brown booties. She had a denim shirt on over a navy blue tank top, leggings. She approached me, smiled again. Her smile was electrifying.

"You're the guy from this morning", she said.

"I am", I said.

"Are you stuck here too?", she said.

"Yeah, my flight's been cancelled", I said. "I'm on the same flight tomorrow."

"Same here", she said. "What are you drinking?"

I showed her the bottle.

"You're drinking that straight?", she said.

"No", I said. "I'm sipping, and I'm waiting for the ice to melt. I like the edge off, but I still want to be functional. Care to join me?"

"I'm Vickie", she said.

I introduced myself.

"Thank you", she said. "Vodka makes me, so, how do I put this delicately."

"That would depend on what emotion you're trying to express", I said, smiling.

I looked at her. Her hair was a dirty blonde. She wore it straight. She was petite, well put together. She wore very little makeup, yet was very attractive. I got up, grabbed a plastic cup, repeated my process for her. I handed her the drink, we clinked plastic cups.

"Here's to being snowbound", she said.

"Here's to making the best of a bad situation", I said.

"You think I'm a bad situation?", she said.

"No, you're the best of it", I said.

She laughed, took a sip, gasped. "I think I need to let the ice melt a little more", she said.

"That a pretty good idea", I said.

"Vodka makes me horny", she said, looking directly into my eyes.

"Life makes me horny", I said, looking back at her.

She raised her glass again in a mock toast. We talked. Outside, the snow kept coming down. We didn't care. I made us both a couple more drinks. We talked some more. She took off her denim shirt. Her face was flushed.

"I see these young women now", she said. "It's a fashion statement to go braless. I'm not sure how I feel about that."

"Because?", I said.

"Because I see their little titties bouncing around under their tee shirts, and their nipples are hard, and I find it highly erotic", she said.

"So do I", I said.

"I wish I could do that", she said.

"I have a feeling you can", I said. I liked where the conversation was going.

"Really?", she said.

"There's only one way to find out", I said. "Take your bra off and give it to me."

"You're serious", she said.

"Then you'll know", I said.

She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, pulled the straps down over her shoulder and handed it to me.

"Usually I make the guy do this", she said, laughing.

"Stand up", I said. "Let's see what you've got."

"I should make you do the same thing", she said.

"You should", I said. "Stand up."

She stood. Her breasts were small, firm. For a woman in the late 30s, she was in great shape. Her nipples stiffened.

"You can do it any time you want", I said, visually inspecting her chest.

"Thank you for that vote of confidence", she said. "Shall we take this upstairs?"

"For?", I said.

"I don't do casual sex", she said. "You can either make love to me or fuck me."

"Can I do both?", I said.

"Even better", she said.

She took me to her room, pushed me against the wall, kissed me. We took our time undressing each other, exploring each other, tasting each other. She got on the bed, on her hands and knees. I got behind her.

"Fuck me now", she said.

I did.
Erotic Photo of the Day
Posted:Feb 16, 2019 5:51 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2019 6:33 am
The thought of submitting to a woman excited her. She showed up, was led to the basement. Mistress caressed her cheek, squeezed her mouth, slid her tongue into it. She was wet already.

She was stripped except for her panties, positioned facing a steel pole, her hands and wrists bound to it. She was told to bend over. She felt her panties being pulled down. Fuck, she was wet.

Mistress explored her now, her fingers working her openings.

She thought she was going to explode.

Mistress wouldn't allow it.
Erotic Photo of the Day
Posted:Feb 15, 2019 8:37 am
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2019 5:45 am
Sometimes the time limitations, coupled with my ability to come up with an idea that's new and interesting, keep me from posting a fictional account of my life.

Except I do like blow job photos. And this one is hot.

Enjoy, dear reader, enjoy!
Bailey and Peter
Posted:Feb 14, 2019 8:20 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2019 6:51 am
In the course of time, their marriage blossomed. They pursued their careers. They pursued each other. Bailey was faithful, for the most part. Peter suspected she was getting some on the side. Peter suspected she occasionally fucked another woman.

Peter was right.

He came to her one night after dinner. They sat on the couch together. She was curled up in front of him. He had his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head.

"I'd rather you didn't hide it from me", he said.

"Hide what?", Bailey said, feigning innocence.

"I know you have a friend you see occasionally", he said. "I just don't know who she is."

Bailey turned beet red.

"How do you know?", she said.

"I just do", he said. "I think you should bring her around, introduce us. Let me watch."

"Seriously?" she said.

"Seriously", he said.

"Oh, Peter", she said. "You have no idea how much guilt I've been feeling. What a weight!"

"I'm not threatened by other women", Peter said. "In fact, you'd be treating me to a secret fantasy of mine."

"Her name is Danielle", Bailey said.

"Bring her around", he said.

She did. And that's how Peter found himself watching them. They kissed each other, undressed each other. Peter took his erection out of his jeans. He watched his wife kiss her way down her lover's body.

Then he mounted her from behind.
Posted:Feb 13, 2019 1:54 pm
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2019 8:07 am
Stacy kept looking in at Peter from her cubicle. Some days she loved watching him work. Some days she loved watching him. Today, she wanted to fuck him. She didn't want to wait until they got home; didn't want to share him with Bailey and Liz.

Erin walked by, on her way to Kristen's office. Stacy smiled at her, Erin smiled back. Stacy watched her walk. White blouse, short black skirt, and boots that went well past her knees. Stacy thought about sliding her hand under that skirt. Erin turned around, came back to Stacy's cubicle.

"How's your day going?", Erin said.

"Pretty well", Stacy said. "How's yours?"

"I'm having a great day", Erin said.

Stacy could see her nipples poking through the material of her blouse. She could feel her face flush as she thought about sucking on them.

"Let's get a drink some time", Erin said. "After work. Soon."

"We drink as a family", Stacy said. "Bailey, Liz and Peter would tell you the same thing."

"Even better", Erin said.

She turned and walked away, headed toward Kristin's office. Stacy got up, went into Peter's office, closed the door. She peeled off her sweater, unhooked her bra, unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. She stood in front of Peter's desk, naked except for her black thong, black thigh highs and black heels. Peter looked up from his computer screen, smiled.

"And good morning to you too", he said.

"Don't just sit there", Stacy said. "I need you. Now!"

Peter undressed quickly. They kissed, hugged, caressed. Peter made her come with his mouth. She sucked him for a moment, then mounted him.

She came again. Peter came too.
Posted:Feb 12, 2019 7:51 am
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2019 1:38 pm
Peter lay behind Stacy. He could smell her shampoo and a hint of whatever scent she happened to be wearing tonight. Either way, it was just a trace.

Liz and Bailey had gone upstairs. They could hear them, moaning and cooing. They both knew what that was like, but right now, Stacy was lost in Peter's arms, the warmth of his body behind her, the feel of his erection pressed against the small of her back.

Peter moistened his finger, reached between her legs from behind. He flicked his finger across her clit, between her labia. Stacy arched her back, turned her head, kissed him.

He pushed his finger inside her. She reached around with her arm, drew her to him. She sighed deeply.

He buried his finger.
Clit Sucking
Posted:Feb 10, 2019 5:58 am
Last Updated:Feb 10, 2019 12:32 pm
Peter was outside, cleaning the driveway. He had come home from his usual Saturday morning office routine, ate lunch, and cranked up the Allman Brothers. Stacy loved the blues. Bailey and Liz could only take so many guitar solos.

So when the skies cleared, and the sun came out and started to warm the driveway, Peter decided to take advantage of it. He went outside to loosen the compacted snow that had fallen earlier in the week and scrape it off.

The women stood in the dining room window and watched him work. The snow/ice combination was coming up in large chunks, like hard frosting. It was heavy and they could see Peter sweat.

"It makes me horny watching him work like that", Stacy said.

"It makes me horny standing next to you, watching him work, knowing that you're not wearing a bra", Liz said.

"We should do something about that", Bailey said.

They went to the bedroom. The sun was streaming in, and with the new snow, everything was bright. Stacy lay on her back. Bailey stripped out of her sweatshirt and leggings and mounted her face. Liz pulled Stacy's leggings off, opened her legs, and fucked her cunt with her tongue.

Stacy took her time, teasing Bailey slowly. She took Bailey's clit in her mouth. The sun was shining directly on them, illuminating Bailey's pussy and anus. Stacy sucked gently.

Bailey came.
Posted:Feb 9, 2019 6:25 am
Last Updated:Feb 10, 2019 5:47 am
The chain felt heavy around her neck. "But", she thought, "I suppose it needed to be heavy to serve his purposes."

His purpose was to give her pleasure. Her purpose was to give him pleasure.

She was grateful when he unlocked the lock that chained her to the wall. She hadn't been there long. Just long enough to lose track of the number of her orgasms.

Her Master had used every trick in the book. His fingers. His tongue. Her wand. Wave upon wave of pleasure had swept over her. His penis was fully erect the entire time. At least he didn't blindfold her this time. She could watch his every movement. The more she watched him, the more her desire built. She wanted that cock!

She had gotten on her knees, had serviced him orally, had brought him to the edge of ejaculation. He helped her to her feet, kissed her gently, then lay on the table.

She mounted him, lowered herself onto him. She could feel the weight of the chain around her neck, but she didn't care. She squatted down, took him all the way. She wasn't going to bring him to the brink this time.

Her Master wanted release.
Posted:Feb 8, 2019 7:35 am
Last Updated:Feb 9, 2019 6:08 am
She could feel him in the back of her throat, his hand on the back of her head. He wasn't being aggressive. He was guiding her. She liked that.

She slowly worked his cock with her mouth. She cupped his balls, caressed them, held them in her fingers. She could feel his orgasm build. She wanted him to watch it, to see it.

The stream.

She pulled off him, opened her mouth, stroked him lightly. He grunted, groaned. The first stream hit the roof of her mouth, pooled in the back of her throat. Sweet and salty at the same time. She wrapped her fingers around him, coaxed him. She stuck her tongue out, let him land on it.

The next stream hit her shoulder, and the last one stayed on target. He looked down at her. She looked up at him. She showed him the product of her love.

He smiled.

She swallowed.
Posted:Feb 6, 2019 7:29 am
Last Updated:Feb 8, 2019 6:36 am
The makeout session in the shower had me hot. It seemed like Stacy's tongue and fingers were everywhere. And they were definitely in my anus.

We toweled each other off as fast as we could. I sat on the floor. Stacy lowered herself onto my waiting mouth.

It was then that I noticed that I had failed to rinse her shaving cream thoroughly. Remnants stuck to her thigh. Her cunt was soft and smooth, but the shaving cream remained.

At that point, I was too busy to care. My tongue was buried inside her, my nose pressed against her anus.

She started the ascent to her orgasm. I would be next.
Reverse Cowboy
Posted:Feb 5, 2019 7:03 am
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2019 6:48 am
He leaned back on the couch and watched her mount him. He loved looking at her from the back. He loved looking at her from the front too, but her back was incredible.

She slowly lowered herself onto him. He watched as he penetrated her. She was so wet.


She looked down, observed her progress. He filled her. She kept going. He stretched her. She moistened her finger, touched herself.

"How does it feel, Babe?", she asked him.

"Is this heaven?", he said.

"No, this is Iowa", she said.

She sat there for a minute, enjoying him. Then she began to rock back and forth.

Until she exploded.

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