Aftershocks

Holy shit! I have not been on here since November! 7 months! Sorry anyone still out there following...I hear chirping...and I don't blame you AT ALL. But you know why I have not been writing about fantasies and more naughty stories? Well, cause my sex life is pretty amazing and I don't fantasize about anyone anymore, except my honey, and let me tell you, that shit gets lived out, not dreamt about:-) Yes, be jealous my bitches. xoxox So...people remember their bests of things, right? Do you remember your best burger? I do, I blog about burgers in my UP blog (sarahslifeupnorth). What about your best car, your best jam, your best whatever? Do you remember them? What about your best orgasm? Do you remember THE best orgasm you had? Well, I have to tell you, in the last 2 years, I have had ALL of the best orgasms. Top 5. Top 10. Hands down. I am not just saying that because I know he will eventually see this. I mean seriously. The man knows how to use his tongue. He knows how to get me to the edge and tease me until I am crawling out of my skin. He knows how to make me climb the headboard and the wall. He can lift me off of the bed WHILE he is on top of me. Ladies, if this is no where near what you are experiencing, then you need to find him. Not mine, he is not a demo product or a tester...he is taken. Hands off. Eh hem, anyhow, find one. They are out there. There are men out there that know. what. the. fuck. they. are. doing. period. Back to the best orgasms...so this past weekend we moved a few loads to the new house. Taking our time moving so there is no rush. We putzed around. It rained. so the old man comes out of the bedroom buck naked and asks if I wanna take a break from whatever I was doing, at this point who remembers or cares what that was. Um, hello, does it snow in the U.P.? Um yes. I quickly jumped up and was unbuttoning my pants on the way to the bedroom where he had disappeared. So as things get hot and heavy, this man has lit me on fire. It didn't help that for the past 2 weeks, my sex drive has been in overdrive for some reason. Not for lack of, either. Just up there. So my nerves are going crazy anyhow. His tongue just made my nerves scream, my skin tingle, every muscle twitching and pulling and jerking. After I don't know how long because who the fuck can tell time when someones face is buried between your legs, seriously. After however long I was up in the clouds, he crawls up on top of me and has his way with me, hugging me close as my body convulsed over and over. And over. and over. and over. and over. and I am still not done. I even said HOly shit...it won't end. How awful is that?? A never-ending orgasm!!?? I would die so happy. It did end. Eventually. My hands were clenched to the headboard and every nerve ending on my body was like an electric fence, waiting to be touched....it was pretty amazing. So yeah, do you remember your best orgasm? I have a lot of bests these days, but that one is up on top. Especially since in the next ten minutes I was laying there, floating down from the clouds, an aftershock would hit me and another wave would surge through my body. Holy hell I love this man. If ANYTHING ever happened to me and him (I mean, it won't because we are growing old together) but just in that case - I feel sorry for any man I am ever with after him. My standards are way too fucking high now. I am glad he will be mine until the end.... ...Death by orgasm anyone??? ~S

SHOUT OUT!

I just wanted to shout out to my girls from SOTR if you are reading!!! And to the dirty minds of Raven's Playpen! Enjoy this you dirty minded fuckers!

Morning Sex!

So there is a good majority of women who hate morning sex. Just roll over, grumble, go back to sleep. Women don't feel sexy in the mornings. OK a lot of women. I know, I used to be one of them. One of ex husbands would reach over and try to fondle or play in the morning and I would nudge them off, grumbling something, leave me alone, drift back off to lala land. I have changed in the last year, year and a half. Morning sex is not so bad anymore, not so bad at all. Especially when your old man knows what he is doing. The gentle touches on your arms, your shoulders, your hips, your legs....gliding over you like satin. The ones that make you shiver. The soft kiss on your neck, on your cheek...all of the little acts that make a girl feel beautiful and wanted before the grabbing and groping begins. My old man is absolutely great at that. And as soon as he has my attention and knows I am stirring and awake....all of the sudden my nipples are being sucked on (for the record they are very very stubborn but he has found a way to get them to awaken in a second)....or his face buried between my legs. SO yes, Hello, good morning...do you think I am going to deny a man his breakfast? Even if it is at 4 AM? Hell fucking no! Eat away my man, eat away!!! So ya, since we have been together, I have not once turned down morning sex. Try it ladies, if he knows what he is doing and is not treating you like the last breakfast burrito in the buffet line, you are in!! And to those ladies who think oral sex is just gross, giving and receiving, you need to come and talk to me sister. Even if I have to show you my damn self, there is SO much you are missing out on! Chances are, you need to have a real orgasm. A real big one. Given orally. You need to be saved sister. Come talk to me. Have a great Sunday everyone and hopefully, your mornings are eventful! I would love to hear your morning stories! :-) ~ 'Rise' and shine... ~S

Camel Toe

So this post is not going to be romantic, not sexy, will not turn you on in any way, at least I don't think it will. So the old man and I are out at Dales house cooking out and someone brought up the question of why a woman would get Hymen reconstruction. Ok - so we all start spouting off opinions (ok just me mostly) well maybe she was into porn for ten years, was rode hard and put away wet and now wants to settle down and doesn't want her new hubby to know she was a skank? Does that count for reconstruction of parts down there? Rape and abuse, if things were damaged, absolutely. Medical purposes, if a gal was not born with everything in the right places and needed a little nip and tuck done, great. What if she is just a whore and has meatcurtains hanging down to her ankles?? So you want to get them rolled and tucked so no one else knows you are a two bit hooker? No, not agreeing with that. SO my old man says there probably are not any of those women up here in the U.P. like that. Oh no, they are everywhere. I am sure there is someone walking around with her va-jay-jay looking like a Stormy Kromer hat. This got a small reaction out of the boys. See picture.

Soooooooo I am not saying I have seen them ( I am pretty sure all the women I know up here are NOT sporting a Stormy Kromer Crotch).....but hey, I am sure one exists and if it does, I don't WANT to see it. My sympathies to the man who finds it. Or woman. To make it clear - I have NOT read up on Hymen reconstruction and have NO clue what it involves, we are just spouting off at the mouth with a beer in hand.... Now when I buy my Stormy Kromer hat for this winter, all I am going to think about is vaginas. Thanks guys for bringing up that converation. xoxoxox Hey - you gotta keep yer ears warm somehow right? ;-) S

Bedtime Stories

SO I am laying in bed, propped up on one falling asleep elbow holding up my head, a book in the other hand. It's a good book. Stephen King horror someone fucked up in the head book. My old man just came in from tinkering out in the garage. I hear him washing up, figured he was coming to bed soon so I needed to get done with this chapter before lights out. The bedroom door opened, the hardwood floor creaks beneath his feet. Hi say Hi Babe, not even paying attention, eyes still glued on my book, hoping I can read fast enough before he shuts the light off on me. All of the sudden, a large hand reaches over and grabs the book and pulls it out of my hands and tosses it aside. I look up about to object, as my page was just lost, until I saw my naked boyfriend standing in front of me, at full attention. Well. This changes things. I crawled to the edge of the bed and got up on my knees to greet him with a kiss but he was having none of that. He pushed me back on the bed. There was lust in his eyes. Firey lust. He was on a mission, he knew what he wanted. I landed on my back, bouncing a little on our bed. His hands were already at my panties, ripping them down and tossing them aside like a used tissue. My hips flew up to meet him as his face buried in between my thighs. His hands had ahold of me around my hips. I am a curvy girl, there is plenty of there to hold, and he likes to hold them while he eats dinner. His tongue expertly dove in and out, sucking on my lips, licking this side and then that side and then all over, he suckled, he licked, he drank, he sucked harder and then gentle, it was mind blowing. Actually I can't tell you anything about my mind, I was kind of out of it. No concentration was at all possible, even when he stopped, and gently, so lightly licked the inside of my things....oh holy hell. I grabbed his hair and held on...I twitched, I bucked.....holy Christ man...I don't know how he does this for so long and I will never complain. Ever. Sometimes I get so close to just exploding in his mouth and then I lose it, lack of concentration, lack of I don't know...I just move. LOL. He comes up for air and I jump at the chance. I roll him over and pounce on his cock. With my mouth of course. He does not object. No, don't give me a blowjob, said no man ever. I started fast and hungry but I slowed down right away, just teasing, flicking the tip with my tongue, all around it. My hand had a firm hold on his balls, rubbing, massaging and the other hand was busy stroking his hard cock into my mouth. I slid him as far to the back of my throat that I could go, closed my lips around his shaft and slowly pulled it back out...I hear him gasp so I do it again. I dove down on him with a hard lust, lips as tight as I could manage, tongue going in circles and the suction, well, it was pulling his hips off the bed so I'd say it was pretty damn good. After about ten minutes of that, I crawled up on him and slowly lowered myself onto him. We were both soaking wet. I lifted up and slid back down. We both gasped. Now THAT felt good. I moved up and down a few more times getting my rhythm just right. MMMMMM. It was hot in here. I pulled myself up to a sitting position, still riding him, my hands gathering my hair up off my neck and piling it on top of my head, my breasts, my nipples - hard and perky - moving gently with the rocking of my hips, slightly glowing in the moon light. I could see him watching me so I rocked harder, back and forth, my hips grinding and grinding. He attempted to put his hands up on my hips but I grabbed them and pinned his wrists down and started fucking hard and fast. My hips were bucking like crazy, my legs were on fire and my pussy was fucking going to explode. I saw that look on his face. He was about to as well, which made me happy....I loved it when we came together. I stared at him when my orgasm hit, watching his beautiful face as I rode his cock harder and harder as we both exploded onto one another....I pulled myself back up and just kept riding through the second orgasm. I layed down on him, searching for air, feeling his heart beat, feeling his arms wrap around me. I slid off to the side and kept my head on his chest, my favorite place to be. I looked up at him and smiled. He grinned back and kissed me. HE smelled like me. He would go to work like that tomorrow loving every minute of it. Men. I closed my eyes and drifted off...damned if I can remember anything about the book I was reading.....

To the Parents

This is to the parents. Not the parents of babies sleeping soundly in their cribs. The parents of toddlers who can get up on their own and come to your room. The parents of middle school kids who can hear through walls. And to the parents of teenagers, well, who know what's going on. Having sex while there are kids around can be tricky. It is not impossible. It can be done. It should be done. No mom or dad should be deprived just because there are kids around. If they are in bed like they are supposed to be and you know how to be quiet, it will be fine. Now there are different levels of having to be quiet. When you are making out, or during foreplay...when you are both getting heated up, you keep the moans and gasps, the oohs and ahhs out of the picture. Gasp silently with your mouth closed. keep your mouth full. That always works. With each other. Now, when you are having oral sex performed on you, when you are the receiver, that is one of the hardest parts to be quiet on. I always think it is good to have a blanket close to your mouth. In case you need to bite down, keep your mouth full, because obviously, his is, or hers is. Grab sheets, headboards, pillows, whatever you have to. I use a blanket if I am laying on my back.....yeah. Teeth grinding in the blanket works good. Now the actual act of sex, actual intercourse and raw fucking - it is still possible to be quiet. It is fun, the adrenaline, the concentration it takes to NOT make the sounds you normally do, especially when he or she feels so goddamn good. And orgasms? Well, let's just say my better half is lucky I don't have nails. My hands do the talking when I have to be quiet, and during an orgasm or three.....um, ya. Whew. :-) Try it out, see what works best for you!!! SSshhhh Sarah

An Oldie but a Goodie

This was written for Anne, one of the editors at Hustler. It is about her. I sent the story to her and she loved it. It was published in Hustler years ago. Thought I would bring back some oldies but goodies. Enjoy. xoxoxoxo ~S Occupational Hazard I squeezed my kegal muscles together once again. That would make like five times in the last paragraph. This story I was reading was killing me. I hadn’t gotten any in over a week and my girl was itching. I figured I could stay late today and get some more reading done. I had over 6 months worth of submissions in my inbox and they needed to be read, after all, the book was coming out in 6 months time and we needed the stories. My thighs were just aching. Pretty soon, I would have to dig deep into my purse and take matters into my own hands. I was Senior Editor at a publishing company that published, well, erotica. Smut. Dirty stories that get you off. This one writer submitted stories for our short story collections every year and damn was she good. She wrote with passion and she wrote from the fire of her loins. She knew how to turn people on. This woman must be a devil in the bedroom. Whatever she was doing was turning me on when I was reading her latest story. It had everything we looked for, the sex, the passion, a story and hot juices flowing. Speaking of, I could not concentrate anymore. I picked up my purse and headed for the ladies room. There were only a couple of people in the office this late and surely I would have enough time to get the job done. I quickly dropped my pants and see through panties all the way to my ankles so I could spread my legs as I so needed to. I reached down with my fingers and she was smoking. My thighs were already getting wet. I pulled out the Silver Bullet, my favorite little vibrator and put it on high speed. I wasted no time and I shoved it in me, stroking it a few times and then just stopping on my clit, letting the vibrations just take me to ecstasy. As I got closer to cumming, I started stroking it in and out of me, harder and faster. I finally came and holy shit did I cum hard. I damn near cried out. I damn near cried, period. That was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever given myself. I pulled myself together and walked out to the sink to wash off my little friend. I was still breathing heavy as the bathroom door opened and one of the office girls walked in. I quickly thrust my toy into my purse. I am sure I reeked of sex. I just smiled as I walked out, knowing that the little smirk on her face meant she knew what I was up to. Now I just had to go send a letter to this writer letting her know her story was very well accepted.

Winter is gone!

Thank fucking lord winter is gone! Ok, I live in the U.P. now, so I may be spouting off more than I can chew....it fucking snowed here last week. Yes, it is on our calendar...because my so handsome, delicious man was like a kid seeing his first snow...jumping around... -_- All I can do is smile inside. At him, not the damn snow. Here is my idea of fun in the snow.... Snowflakes on My Tongue I looked up. The sky was filled with big white fluffy snow clouds. It wasn’t freeze-you-to-the-bone chilly outside….it was nice. The snowflakes were giant as they fell slowly. I looked around in the yard…the bare trees with branches all snow covered, it was beautiful. The yard had a big privacy fence and one big tree in the corner. I pulled my scarf tighter around me and shivered a little and smiled. I finally heard the car pull up and the car door open and shut. Finally! I was getting really cold. I opened the garage and grabbed the blanket I had shoved right around the corner. I heard him walking towards the back yard and the anticipation was killing me. I told him I would be working in the yard and I needed his help quick. He came around the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. There I stood. Snowflakes coming down all around me, and dammit, they were big and cold has hell!! I stood there in a pair of boots – Doc Martin black lace up boots, red and white fuzzy Christmas socks and a red scarf. And nothing else. My nipples were hard as rocks and the rest of my body was covered in goosebumps. I did not realize it but I was shivering and shaking all over. “Whoa. Holy shit. Are you crazy? You are gonna freeze!” The smile on his face really showed how concerned he was with my body temperature. “I was hoping you could warm me up,” I managed to whisper. I turned and walked out into the yard, into the fresh blanket of snow and laid the huge blanket out and turned to look. It didn’t take him long to follow right behind. He grabbed me and wrapped his big strong arms around me. My body welcomed his warmth. Little shocks went through me as my nipples brushed against his shirt. I gasped lightly. He bent down and kissed me, not wasting any time, tongue searching and desperate, not believing his girlfriend was crazy enough to be out here naked. His coat came off and he threw it on the blanket…the shirt next and soon we were bare chest to chest. I clung to him, soaking up his body heat. I was getting wet just feeling him next to me skin to skin. His hands glided over my shoulders, down my sides, stroking my curves and feeling every part of my body. Every inch he covered turned warm for just a second and then the snowflakes took over. The contrast of temperatures was intoxicating. He found my breasts. He was gentle with them. So gentle. His breath was hot on my neck. I fumbled with his belt buckle and his jeans and soon had him standing there with his jeans around his ankles. He gasped and moaned as soon as his hard cock was in my hands, warming him, stroking him, trying to keep as warm as he was keeping me. We found our way to the blanket, which was now damp with snow. He laid me down and stared into my eyes. The snow was falling all around us and soon the cold air, the snow, it didn’t matter anymore. His hands found my wetness between my legs. I had kept my boots on, and my scarf. The rest of me was free range. He slid his fingers inside me gently. He rubbed a little, back and forth…I clenched, I squeezed. I moaned and gasped. He knew just how to touch and me and where. He covered my gasping mouth with his and devoured me. He quickly moved from the lips on my face to the lips on my pussy. She was already wet and glistening and his tongue found a way to make it even more so. He licked, I twitched. He sucked, I arched. He stuck his tongue inside and moved it around and ….Oh…..that felt good….damn good…..oh yes…mmmmm. Soon he had moved on top of me, and I was grateful, his body heat was much needed. I felt him slowly slide inside me. I arched my back and brought my hips up to meet him. He pulled one of my knees up and held himself there and just starting rocking back and forth, in and out of me, thrusting. The force of the two of us on the blanket was pressing us down into the snow and I could feel it soaking through the blanket but I did not care anymore. He felt so good. We rocked together, my hips to meet his…faster and faster…looking into each other’s eyes and knowing…it was time. He thrust harder and harder, my moans and gasps became louder and louder. My ass was burning from the cold but I didn’t pay any attention. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down onto me as he exploded inside me and I came right along with him, every muscle in my legs and my body just tensed and frozen. He looked at me, wiped some snow off of my face, kissed my lips, then my nose, brushed the hair out of my face, pulled himself up and helped me up, covering me in his jacket as we grabbed the blanket and hugged each other in the snow. Sorry for the delay in blogging these days. Things on my mind these days. In the meantime, keep your asses in the sunshine and enjoy it while you can!! Here's to sunshine and whiskey - Lick you laters! ~S

What. The. Fuck. Short and Sweet Frustrations.

Have you ever been in just a whatthefuckever mood? You were pissed off or just pissy..irritated, frustrated? Anything and everything pissed you off even more? I had one of those days last week. It was something with work, I can't even tell you what it was. This person pissed me off or that person pissed you off. So I got into a very bad eye rolling mood. I just wanted to slap everyone, right in the forehead. So the end of the day came (finally!) and I bolted out the door, power walked to the car and jumped in, cranked up the stereo. My last cigarette. Fuck. I really didn't want to deal with traffic and people at the gas station for smokes but had no choice. Ran to the nearest station, got my smokes from the poor cashier lady who was in no way fast enough for me as I tapped my fingers..it honestly probably took 2 minutes but in my mood, whatever. I raced home. My old man's truck was in the garage, he had beat me home. Hmmmm. I hope he isn't in a bad mood too, that wouldn't be good. I walked in, threw my purse on the table, crushed out my smoke, grabbed a beer from the fridge and went in search of him to see what he was up to. (By the way, everything at this point is still mildly irritating the fuck out of me, from the dog jumping around on me, the garbage overfull, the grass needed to be cut, just grrrrr). I came around the corner of the living room when I stopped and leaned against the doorway. There was my better half, standing in our bedroom doorway, fixing something up above his head...I believe there was some trim he was replacing. He had jeans on and no shirt. Damn he was good looking, even just half naked. I smirked, put down my beer and sauntered over. He tipped his head forward a little and gave me a 'hey babe' and went back to what he was doing. I didn't reply. I leaned into him and kissed his chest. He chuckled, not able to bring his hands down from whatever he was doing. I unbuttoned his jeans as he started to try to back away. Not a fucking chance. I got them unbuttoned, ripped them down and dropped to my knees and shoved his cock into my mouth. I heard him gasp and try to argue but I was winning. Within seconds his cock was hardening in my mouth. I made sure I had his full attention, I made sure his cock was the main focus of my attention. I had plans for this bad boy. I sucked hard and fast, there was no romance and no foreplay involved. HE finally stopped whatever he was able to and had ahold of my head. He didn't ask any questions. I slid him down to the back of my throat, long, slick, until my gag reflex went crazy, he moaned. I caressed his balls and did it again, and just kept sucking harder and faster. His legs were getting shaky. I think I will change this up a bit. I got up and he looked into my eyes, wondering where this came from and I looked back, hard - determined. I pushed him back into the bedroom until his legs his the bed and I pushed him down on the bed. My jeans hit the floor. I went back down and gave his cock another lap dance and then jumped on. I sat down hard so he knew I meant business. He gasped, he moaned. I held his wrists down and started fucking him. I fucked him hard. No nice girl here. No Passionate kissing, no romance, no loving, just hard core fucking and fuck him hard I did. He got his hands free and found my breasts and started playing with my nipples which threw me into a frenzy. I bucked harder and rose faster. I just wanted to take what I needed, I was frustrated and I needed this now. I grabbed the headboard and held on for dear life as I put every muscle I had into that orgasm and to my satisfaction and his, he got there with me. After coming down from this high....and after my body stopped twitching, I kissed him on the lips, jumped off and went in search of my beer and another cigarette. Surprisingly, in a much better mood.

Twitch Twitch...

Hello my dirty minded fuckers!! Yes that's you! Why else would you be poking around reading this blog? To see what kind of dirty thoughts float around in my head?! LOL I am actually quite embarrassed. I noticed I have not written on here since the end of January - TWO MONTHS!!! Someone needs to poke me once in a while and say hey, what the fuck? I know I have followers and I appreciate the few of you out there who follow this, that you are troopers and hang around for the next story. So I write a lot about my trips up north and life with my handsome man. I don't think he minds that I write about him. I hope he doesn't. He is very worthy of being in these dirty stories. VERY worthy. I know I have mentioned that his oral skills are just unreal. I still do a little happy dance in my head (ok the evil bitches in my head do) - knowing that he is mine and well, there just might be bitches out there who do not have the luck I do, having someone as talented as him to take care of her needs and desires. I am sorry ladies. My heart goes out to you. I will keep writing and telling you how great it is. ;-) So we have been dating oh, about 8 months now. I am not a person for comparing. I think it is tacky to compare this lover to that lover, so I am not comparing...I am mentioning FIRSTS. This is the FIRST person I have been with who has the skills and the ability to give me multiple INTENSE fucking orgasms EVERY single time. What can I say, we fit well together. They are intense, they are mind blowing, they are long and lingering sometimes...and they are twitchy. You know those orgasms that just hang on...and just make you twitch....long after it is over...long after the sex is over..long after the bathroom break, the cigarette...and your legs or any other muscles are still twitching? That is when you know it is good. We were on the front porch last week, having a smoke and enjoying the afternoon weather...and my legs would not stop twitching and shaking. My things were all happy and like 'yeah, we ain't done yet bitch' and they would not settle down. What the hell. Holy wah. That is the only time I will ever use that damn phrase. The man makes me twitch. Mmmmmm....I can't wait to get him alone for a whole day and night...when I can do the same to him and rock his world. After I compose myself of course....cause just looking at his bare chest, his muscles, holy hell. His naked bod. Holy hell. I am not quite sure what the hell I did to get that man to want me over anyone else....I really really don't. He could have anyone....and yeeeeep. This gal gets to tell dirty stories all about it. With that said. I think it's time to write another story. Fiction this time. Or Fucktion haha. Stay tuned... - Twitchingly yours...~S

Oh my thighs....

Most people hate Mondays. It is back to work, back to the grind, back to reality from the weekend. Mondays are usually a busy day at work for a lot of people. Not my Mondays. My Mondays are my 'fuck me until I can't walk' days, as so graciously put on Raven's Playpen. (Those on that page will understand). I have off every Monday and Tuesday - so I try to spend them up north with my better half and those Mondays nights have been sizzling hot lately. So this past Monday was no exception. I made him breakfast, sent him off to work with a kiss, brought him lunch, another kiss...make a nice roast for dinner, yummy brownies and cream cheese frosting for dessert...well part one of dessert. The wine went down fine and the company was even better. Now part two of dessert had to be moved out of the kitchen. Asking a man to get naked for you and lay down on the bed, really, no one has ever listened to me that quickly...I kind of like it ;-) So out came the lotion and a nice back rub. Ok let's get real, my Adonis - my strappingly handsome muscular rugged man beast is laying naked, I am not going to rub JUST his back. He had everything rubbed and then some. Flipped him over on his back and rubbed everything else. It was erotic and relaxing and I was fucking horny. So up top I go.....time for this cowgirl to ride and ride I did. I held on with every muscle I had in my thighs and then some. The feeling a woman gets when she is riding is powerful. There isn't just fucking involved. There is technique and a variety of feelings. We can go deep....we can ride the tip...we can go in circles, side to side, back to front, up and down...however we want to ride..wherever we like the feeling of that man's cock inside of us, that is where we will ride it. And let me tell you, I love to ride him. I love the reaction I get....watching his face, hearing his moans, hearing him say my name. It turns me the fuck on. My orgasm was amazing, as it always is...always. HIS, however, was beyond....seeing his face as he exploded, reading his eyes, watching him....it was pretty fucking outstanding if I don't say so myself. I loved watching him explode into me as much as he loves watching me up there riding. So it was a most enjoyable night. Now, the point of this little story is not about that night. It is about a day later. And two days later. When every time I stood up, my inner thighs just burned and ached. My muscles tensed and twitched and reminded me of what a glorious site he was laying underneath me. Oh did they ache. It was such a welcome fucking distraction from driving, working, anything I was doing. Just that little twinge of muscle pain...but oh so good pain. Now I have already told my better half that the only things I like stiff are his cock and a good drink...but my thighs seemed to get added to this list. I don't mind them burning so much, especially if they bring back those memories. I did get a little voicemail from him today while I was at work...he knows I cannot answer my phone...he told me, in that animalistic voice...that beast that comes out and plays with me...how hungrily he remembered the other night...something in his voice....it disarms me...he is insatiable and I love it and I love him for it. He made me blush at my desk. How the HELL that happened...well...it's just the effect he has on me. So here is to burning aching thighs everywhere. Well deserved, well deserved. Good game my love. Until next time... May your thighs quiver and your body tremble..... ~Achingly All His - ~S

One For the Ladies...

Ok ladies, this story is for you. Please try to visualize while reading, it is so much more fun. The Beast From Within We stood there, the lights dim....face to face...fully dressed. His hands ran over my shoulders, down my arms. He smelled good. He smelled like a man should. His lips were soft on mine but hot...still sending electricity through me and waking up butterflies in my stomach...as soon as his tongue started dancing with mine....the electricity, the butterflies, the goosebumps....it was all there. I wanted him right then and there but I didn't move. He was taking me all in, touching me. He lifted my sweater up above my head, revealing a blue and black lace shelf bra top of the piece of lingerie I was wearing....I heard a small but sharp intake of breathe. His eyes wandered. They stopped directly in front of mine. I saw inside him...the animal was coming alive...slowly. His eyes wandered and his hands followed. He looked, he admired, he felt. He helped me out of my skirt, showing the rest of the lingerie, the garter, the high high stockings. He approved. His hands wandered everywhere. Over my breasts, my shoulders, my stomach, my ass, he wanted to touch every inch of me and I let him. My nerves were screaming. I wanted to feel him too. I helped him out of his shirt and tossed it on the floor like it never existed. Time to help him out of his pants. I liked to help him out of his jeans...I followed his jeans down and squatted in front of him, welcoming his hard throbbing cock into my mouth while removing his jeans from around his ankles. He had onto me, I kissed and licked...only for a minute. I came back up to face him and the look was much different in his eyes this time. It was not the same person as a few minutes ago looking back at me. The person inside....in those eyes...was an animal. There was a beast staring back at me. I stared just as hard and just and anxious, wanting him even more. He sat on the bed as I hiked a leg up with a thigh in front of his face. His hands ran down over my legs, feeling my stockings, feeling my shiver as he touched me. He unhooked my garters from my stockings with ease. The lingerie was next and we both stood there. Naked except the thigh highs, those had to stay on. Now I don't know if you know the power of touch. Just what it can do to you, how intense it can be, spellbinding. We kissed, our hands searching for every naked inch of skin we could find, just to touch and feel each other. Our mouths explored each other, our tongues dancing a soft tango together...or maybe a hot salsa. As I laid down, he brought a scarf to the bed and gently tied my wrists to the bed posts. Ooh. This was different. And fun. Well, the fun was just beginning. He looked at me one more time before disappearing in between those thigh high stockings. I tried to prepare myself for that moment, the moment when his tongue first touches me. There is no preparation. None. I gasp. My hips rise in reaction. His tongue....it became an expert navigator...feeling out every single nerve ending in my pussy. My lips...I shiver just thinking about it....my thighs, my inner lips, my clit....he knew how to treat every part differently. He knew how to suckle, how to lick, how to taste...how to enjoy it all. My breathing was very eratic. I was not sure whether to scream or moan or cry. The intensity was driving me crazy. I looked down and watched him. His eyes were ablaze with desire and hunger..His tongue went in deeper and deeper. I could feel him inside me going in circles, moving side to side and all around, tasting all of me. I had already lost my senses. I was going delirious. I could not grab his head and pull his hair and that was frustrating. I don't know how many times I came. More than once. Who the fuck was counting! When he stopped, I thought I would have a minute to recooperate, and boy was I wrong. He replaced his tongue with his hard cock. My legs went up in the air, stockings still intact for now, and the beast came so alive...he growled, he thrusted.....he yelled, I moaned and damn near cried..he fucked me and he fucked me hard. I had a very tight grasp on the scarf that had my wrists bound...I was holding on for dear life. I can't say that much for the headboard. He thrusted hard and deep...he moved...he pounded. And he came with a vengeance right along with me. My wrists were gently untied as I wrapped my arms around him. My body shook...shivered....quivered.... twitched.....my legs jello, my head light and dizzy....my body tantalizing and on fire. We kissed, we hugged, we cuddled. The power of touch. Be careful...or it can do things to you that you never knew existed before. It looks like I will be investing in more stockings....

SSShhhhh

A soft intake of breathe....the anticipation of the touch, it's there. She touched my breast with her soft hand and her perfectly painted nails. The touch jolted right through me. As I watched her hands lightly massage my breasts, I admired her, she knew her way around them. She kissed them...gently. She licked them and I gasped, tilting my head back, closing my eyes. She rose up from where she was kneeling so she was eye level to me and reached in with her lips to touch my neck. Her lips, her tongue, they caressed spots on my neck that I felt everywhere else in my body. Her hands were still wandering, rubbing my nipples, gliding over my soft skin. We didn't speak. My hands found her breasts and she gasped, a little louder I think than she had anticipated. She found my lips with hers and they met. Her lips were not just warm and sensual but they were hot when they touched mine, burning. Her tongue explored my mouth and found my own tongue. I responded hungrily, our tongues dancing with each other, massaging, our lips finding each other and our hands wandering all over curves and valleys. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. Her eyes were dark brown like mine. Her hair jet black and her skin olive. She was exotic, young and hungry. She pushed me back gently with her hands on my shoulders so I was leaning against the pillows. She had a smirk on her face as she dropped her head between my knees. I gasped, loudly and was about to say something and she looked back up at me.."Ssshhh" she whispered and went to work. She gently parted my legs.....kissing my thighs...licking and nibbling here and there...softly. Gently. It was slow. It was gentle. It was erotic. It was sexy. I felt her tongue start to lick, from the bottom of my lips all the way to my clit. I arched my back and gave in to her. Her expert tongue found their way inside my wet pussy....licking my inner lips, which drove me absolutely wild, massaging my clit, making me twitch, and shoving her tongue right inside me. She moved it around, finding every spot in me and every nerve ending. Her hands reached under me and grabbed my ass, pulling me towards her. She sucked and licked, flicked and nibbled. I had ahold of her hair and I pulled. I held her there as her fingers found their way inside. She didn't grind them into me to feel my insides, but was gentle...stroking...in and out until she felt my body moving...she matched my rhythm...her tongue, her fingers, my hips. She fucked me with her tongue faster and faster, her fingers moving harder and harder until I could not take it anymore. I tried to be quiet with I came all over her face...when she licked me clean. But being quiet was not in my nature that day. As she finished licking up what she started, I leaned forward, pushed her back on the bed, and decided that paybacks are hell, as I lowered my head between her legs and went to work on her shiny wetness waiting for me.

Warm Winter Fuzzies

Wow, it has been a very very long time since I wrote, my apologies to anyone who ACTUALLY follows this page. I don't show that there are a lot of followers but if there are...some anonymous followers, hiding in the shadows, and you have missed me, I apologize. I have been busy fucking my eskimo-unicorn-cowboy-wolfy-marine of a yooper boyfriend. Don't ask. They all fit. Ok, I have been JUST doing that. But that's what I like to remember most since the last time I wrote. Which I looks like it has been over a month (sheepish shrug there) - I have been traveling up to the U.P. Yes, the Upper Peninsula. Now, let me explain something - before I ever traveled up there to see him - I never knew of any towns or cities that existed up there. I never knew of anything that came from up there....I never heard of half of slang, never knew the beauty - never knew anything, literally ANYTHING about the U.P. Really. Except that is damn cold. My boyfriend told me, before we actually started seeing each other that he was going to be up there the rest of his life. Die up there. -_- Really. In the U.P. The freezing goddamn cold. Sigh. Ok - whatthehell. We only live once right? How bad can it be. Hmmmmmm....so my first drive up to the U.P....well you have read about the first time I saw him again after 20 some years, scroll down to this past summer, its there trust me....anyhow, just this past month, we took both of our sons out to the Lake. (Superior for those of you who don't know geography) It was just gorgeous. It is really breathtaking. The largeness of it. The madness of her when she starts thrashing...like flames whipping back and forth, consuming everything...only it is in giant waves. The lighthouses...the one we saw was pretty great for me...because it reminded me of something long ago I had always liked - lighthouses. Always wanted to tour them. Always wanted to own one (yeah yeah I know), always wanted to fuck up in the top of one. LOL. But it brought that back for me. How powerful they are to stand out there on the edge of our life, facing the unknown waters - getting slapped and whipped and crashed into.....and taking it all in stride. To be as strong as a lighthouse.....and shine on.... Anyhow...my original opinion of the U.P. has drastically changed. Not only is there a person up there who is very very special to me and is holy cow just amazing in bed....ok Holy Wah as they say up north. Oral skills...well ladies...let's just say you should all be fucking jealous. Fucking jealous. I don't ever have to ask. It is pretty awesome when you both enjoy giving orally...and receiving just as much. LOL. We feed each other. :-) Now I forgot where my mind was..oh yes...the U.P. LOL. There is one thing wrong with my boyfriend. It is the same thing that is wrong with my children. He loves winter. He loves the snow. He loves it all. He is like a 5 year old in the toy store when it is snowing out and yes, it is cute and adorable and I just want to lay him in the snowbank....but it not right. So their first snowstorm of course they get over 2 feet of snow. Yes FEET. He is loving it. I am thinking dear GOD what did I get myself into!! I plan on living up there someday. To be closer to him. It surely would not be just for the weather, let me assure you. :-) I have come to appreciate where he lives like he does...I understand why he loves it up there, and I understand why he never wants to leave. I also understand that his hoodie will keep me warm and his slippers I steal all of the time will keep me warm and even though I am cold at night....his body heat....well...I need not worry. So..yeah......I have a winter bucket list. It involves fucking in the snow, on his car, in a snowbank...here and there. It should be a fun winter. I even bought new snow boots and a new winter coat. If you knew me, you would know that the ONLY winter attire I ever invest in is $2 knit gloves that look cute. And stocking hats. SO. Yeah. He is brainwashing me. If you ever see me all decked out in snow bunny clothes, help me! I am brainwashed!!! LOL Maybe a sexy snow bunny...a nice pair of white lace panties with a little fur around the edges, white thigh high stockings...a white garter.....white lace bra...and of course, white fluffy boots and a furry white hat!!! Haha. I bet you he would have a field day....he wouldn't have to chase me very far. Well, sorry no naughty story tonight, just kind of catching up on life. More sexy stories later on. So find something or someone to keep you warm while our weather gets colder. If it is a partner in bed, someone who heats you up from the inside...go for it.....:-) We all deserve a snuggle buddy. XOXOXOX Stay hot ~S

Distractions

Things going through my head today. Distractions. Like when he finds that special spot that makes you lose your mind and want to push further but run away at the same time...or when an unexpected orgasm so happily creeps up on you and slaps you right on the ass....that deep throaty growl he makes when it is no longer about love, but just about lust and he takes it...takes it all, as hard as he wants to...and you love it...these are all distractions going through my head today. So much so that I skirted around some charitable duties I had made a commitment to and some a school function I had made a commitment to.....and my give a fuck was broken as I was told today....so I am ok with distractions today. They are healthy for the mind. No limits.

The Magic Number 8

So, I had never been too experienced or well versed in the subject of multiple orgasms. For the most part, 90% of the people I was with either worried about themselves and got done and I didn't or they just winged it, whoever got off, got off, or like most, they were one hit wonders - after everyone has that happy moment they are done...no continuing. I am not saying I have never experienced multiple orgasms, but not like this. Orgasms one and two were wake up orgasms. Stretch out in the bed, roll over, find a naked willing body next to you...a very buff hot body I may add, and desire between the two...a slanted ceiling that works wonders for holding a gal up while she is riding and pressing down even harder....and soon enough...and after all the hip grinding of a someone riding a horse bareback....she explodes...he doesn't let her stop.....and after a few more minutes of thrusting and grinding she explodes again...by this time her legs are jello and she rolls over, laying on her back, but he is relentless, no limits, and he flips her legs up and back and just pounds into her harder and harder, eventually pouring into her with a vengeance and as he does....he does it so hard that it instantly makes her explode yet again. The next one was downtown. In an empty office. It was hot and risky because they could have been caught. He took her from behind....and just thrashed and pounded and took her because she was his...and just then gave himself all to her all over again....and again...it sent her over the edge. Next...back at the house, no one home, tongues and bodies were everywhere. They were ripping off each others clothes and kissing and licking and sucking....onto the couch he went, sitting with her straddled atop. She rode..she rode hard. She came yet again. He flipped her over, flipped her legs in the air and went to town...and he came again. They took cool showers then hot soapy showers, made a few drinks and sat outside to enjoy the weather. When it was bedtime he decided not to let her ride anymore. He decided to let his oral skills take over. Completely. She was over the moon in ecstasy. He was touching places he had never touched before. And when she was done catching her breathe, he flipped her over and trusted himself into her and fucked her hard....and when he came...like thunder... she let go once more...falling into a deep slumber...8 orgasms. ..less than 24 hours

No limits

Hey dirty minded friends - how are you on this sunny afternoon? I hope everyone's Labor Day was delicious. I hope you all spent your day off with the one you love, the one you lust, lounging around lazily in bed....naked...around the house...and just took advantage of every inch of each other's body that you could. That is what a day off is all about right? Why wouldn't you? Why wouldn't you want to wake up next to that person that just stirred something inside of you just by looking at them? Naked, pressed up against you....breasts, asses, legs, arms - everything touching, everything intertwined and no one has to move because it's your day off. Kisses....on the forehead...on the cheek, on the mouth - say good morning with a lot of tongue, it really gets things moving in the early hours... on the neck...oh that damn neck...gets me every time...sends shivers down my spine..kisses on the shoulder, on the breasts - oh yes lots of kisses on the breasts - guys - never neglect the girls and be gentle. Unless she is into that sort of thing, then you know, feel free to go nuts. Continuing the kisses...on the stomach, on the hips...around the hips...on the thighs, on the innermost part of your thigh....and kisses where it counts. Now, to me, that sounds like a scrumscious way to wake up. ANd of course..throughout the day, just touching....kissing, grabbing hold and getting on. No limits. No limits is my favorite game, my favorite rule. As long as you stick to it..no limits. Never limit yourself with your loved one folks - never keep from them something they have every right to have...always share. No limits on how loud you should be. No limits on how many orgasms you can have (did you know that over 50% of Americans stop having sex after one orgasm! - WHY!!??) No limits on how much you can touch each other and how crazy you can drive each other and how in love you can be and what you can do. No limits. Have you ever had an unexpected orgasm - like one that you really did not know was creeping up on you and it just threw you over the edge (almost literally?) Hmmmm...if you have, I would love to hear about it and maybe share with readers. I have. I had already had one...and my lover...well he was super close to his and going completely animalistic on me which just makes every girl nerve in me scream and do the happy dance....and then WHAM - HOLY HELL, as soon as he let go.............oh. MY. ........breathe.............holy hell. They are nice. THey are superb. Devine. FUCKING AWESOME. :-) A bonus. Not like a bonus - I found a quarter in the payphone bonus or I got a free 2nd can of pop from the vending machine bonus, I mean, like - I JUST had a 2nd fucking orgasm and I was not expecting it bonus! :-) >:-} Ahhhhh yes. It is pretty great when you have someone who meets your sexual appetite with every ounce of energy and then pushes you just a little more and you push back, feeding each others appetite's. :-) So if you are one of the MANY people out there who did NOT get a piece of action on Labor Day for all the hard working folks out there - please - have one this week. For me. Fuck it not for me, for yourself. If you have no one - are single, dont feel like dating this week - then give yourself one. It's quite simple. You know your body best, make it feel good. ~~~~~~LOVING orgasms~~~~ Til next time - No limits - lots of licks and love - ~S

Watch me while you sleep

My hair was stuck to the side of my face. It didn't pay to keep moving it, it just kept coming back. My hair was tied up, what I could keep up in my ponytail. It was soaked and hair was sticking out everywhere. The fan blowing around the apartment was not cooling me off, it was just moving the hot air around. I was grateful for the moving air. My skin was hot and slippery...sweaty. I was sweating in places I didn't know I could sweat. My thighs were slippery....my breasts...my chest, my neck...everything was wet and hot and sticky. It had to be an easy 90 degrees in the apartment. I fished an ice cube out of my glass of water and pressed it on the back of my neck, welcoming to cold shock....sliding it around to my chest and letting it melt faster than I could move it. I fished out another. Back on my chest....dripping down between my breasts. I tiled my head back and moved the ice cube around my neck, around my chest and fished out another. This one I rubbed over the top of my breasts...getting a little tingle as the nerve endings in my tits came awake, quickly. My nipples woke up as the melting ice cube ran over them...they woke up....they perked up, they said hello. That felt nice. Another ice cube. Back on my breasts. Over my nipples. I held the ice cube over one nipple and just made little circles...gasping just a little...arching my back. Fuck this, I peeled my wet tank top off and dropped it on the floor and rubbed my wet breasts, rubbing the cool water all over my chest, my hand slinking down my stomach, following a melted ice cube trail underneath my cotton shorts. My hand reached inside and to my surprise....or not...she was wet. Very wet. And it was not just sweat. I slid my hand over her, gently brushing my clit, just barely touching my lips and gasped. Mmmmmmm. I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and went into the bedroom where you slept. How you were sleeping in this heat is beyond me. I stood there and watched you sleep. Hooking my thumbs into the sides of my little shorts, I seesawed them off my hips and let them drop to the floor in front of you. I devilish smile crept up to the corners of my mouth as I stood there, one hand on my wet pussy and one hand on my breast. I rubbed her, she responded nicely. I took a couple of steps back and leaned against the window sill, parting my legs ever so slightly. I slid in a finger...oh....and then two. You still slept. I didn't want to wake you. I arched my back, tiled my head back and closed my eyes and just let my hands do the talking and the walking. The nerve endings in my lips were on fire and every time my fingers brushed against the inside of them, I wanted to explode. I caressed my breasts...both of them...pulling on my nipples, pinching them...rubbing my clit a little faster...I let out a little gasp...careful not to wake you. The heat was just getting to me and I could not take it anymore. I rubbed her harder and faster, my hips starting to move along with my hand....faster and faster....oh yeah....that's it.....mmmmmm.....I gasped and let out a little squeal/moan/muffled victory cry as I rubbed my orgasm into submission.....bringing myself back down to earth....wondering...as I opened my eyes...how long you had been awake and watching me with that devilish smile on your face....

Balls for Beginners

I stood there gazing at the rows of enticing objects hanging on the wall for sale. I picked up the riding crop and felt it in my hands. Bringing it up off my hand, I lightly tap my palm with the end. My muscles clench between my thighs. I wonder how much it would hurt if a little force was used. I smirk and hang it back up. My hands find their way down to the flogger, much like the riding crop, only it had thin suede straps off the one end of it. There were several colors and even one with a strand of faux diamonds tangled up with the leather straps. I dragged it slowly across my palm and imagined it skating gently across my breasts. My skin shivers at the thought and again, I clench. I can feel myself getting wet, in fact, I can smell it. It is arousing me even more that the thought of this behavior excites me. I gaze at the different packages on the wall – the handcuffs and binding rope and wrist restraints…the riding crops with feathers on the end, the Mardi Gras masks. I want to touch them all and use them all. I want someone to use them all on me. I let out an exasperated sigh and turn to the next wall and skim over the oils and lotions. There is a section with bachelorette party gifts, all kinds of humorous penis gifts. I chuckle. I spot a set of ben wa balls. I stop. I grab them and feel how heavy they are in my hand and read the back of the package, for instructions. It tells me to put them inside me and walk around. The vibration of them is supposed to be amazing. I drop them into my basket, like a child throwing candy into mom’s grocery cart. 30 minutes later, after walking through the lingerie and birthday items, my little basket contains a pair of black thigh high stockings, a fishnet dress I have no idea why I am buying and a sexy pair of black shiny panties with little chains and garter straps hanging from them. I also grab a fun book, a birthday card and numerous other birthday items so that my basket is not overflowing with freaky sex items. I take off out of the store and head straight for the nearest bathroom in the mall. I giggle to myself and I get into the largest stall, drop my bags and fish out the Ben Wa Balls. I am soaking wet thinking about them. I drop my jeans, peel down my panties and gently insert the balls one at a time. I gasp as they go inside me and I stand up. Not so bad. I pull myself back together, grab my bags and head back to the mall. Oh. As soon as I start walking, I feel them. I feel them moving inside me. Oh my goodness. The vibrations are singing to me. I walk out of the restroom and into the line of people walking through the mall. I look around, wondering if anyone can tell. Do they know? My breathing is ragged, the muscles of my pussy clenching tight around these balls. I finally get into a rhythm and try to keep my pace steady so I can at least make it to my car. I start walking a little faster. The vibrations quicken. I feel like I am power walking. I can feel the juices dripping, seeping out onto my panties. Holy fuck. My breathes are hard and deep now, trying to gain some kind of control over what is happening, even though I did it to myself. I get to my car and climb in. Oh! The pressure from the seat push the balls in further. I cannot take it anymore. I look around and no one is looking. I open my jeans and my zipper and slide my hand down to my lady parts, swollen and ready. I slide a finger deep inside and feel the first ball, curling my finger under it and pulling it out. And then the next. I gasp out loud and leave my fingers right where they are. I find my clit and start circling it, pressing down. She is aching with need. I can’t take it anymore and I just start fucking myself with my hand, fingers and palm – right there in my car in the middle of the mall parking lot. Holy shit! My body is tensing, my feet pressing into the floor – pushing me back against my seat. I rub harder and faster….and throw my head back as I come into the palm of my hand. I gasp and whimper and rub my juices all over my hot treasure box. I glance down at the balls sitting in my lap and smile. I grab them and tuck them into the little velvet pouch they came with and slide them into my purse. Those will be coming in handy for rainy days. As I put the car into reverse without even zipping up my pants, I notice a man in the row across from me, watching me, staring at me. I wonder if he saw. I wonder if his hand is on his hard cock right now.

Happy Birthday To Me!

Have you ever been touched? Have you ever been touched on your bare skin? Have you ever been touched on your bare skin...so softly...so gently....that every single nerve ending on your body is on fire...standing at attention...electrified. Just being touched like this makes you gasp, makes your heart slam into your chest, makes your stomach light with butterflies, makes your breathing speed up.....makes you hot, your body temperature rising, makes you ache with desire...have you ever been touched like this? I have. so lightly....so gently...so sexually, so passionately....making me hot, making me wet, making me want like no other. And being that person who is doing the touching is just as erotic...when I trace my fingers over his shoulders ever so lightly, over the sides and back of his neck, down his spine, over his hips....tracing, gliding...touching, feeling. The power of touch is healing, it is an essential part of life and can make a sexual experience all the more intense. Try it sometime with your partner...touch.... So I turned 40 a couple of days ago. The big 4-0. Didn't go out and celebrate with the girls, didn't have a big party. No need to. I did, however, get 5 orgasms, a dinner date and a romantic movie for my 40th birthday. Best birthday present EVER. By far. Plan on repeating that gift again and again. Not just a birthday gift. Orgasms, the gift that keeps on giving...or cumming? LOL. Anyhow. I have a very special person in my life and well friends, let's just say he needs no help in the bedroom. I won the lottery in that department in every aspect. Happy Birthday to me!! Having someone you can be that passionate about is a rare gift indeed. It is not just about fucking and getting off. It is about feeling each other, knowing each other, knowing each other's body, learning each other's body, what makes the other tick, finding those sweet spots (psst he hasn't found all of mine yet!) but I haven't found all of his either I imagine but I will keep on looking!) - and about the passion and the desire. The love. If you truly find someone that means that much to you....the sex is just that much better. There are no limits, no limitations, no inhibitions, no shyness (ok maybe some shyness), no holds barred. I was asked by a friend if he had a twin who was just like him, romantic, caring, loving, strong, smart, funny, everything a gal wants in a guy and so much more. He does not thankfully, I have the only one ;-) Sex my friends - it isn't just about fucking. Get it right. So I had planned on writing a story about the passionate side of sex - the touching, the eye contact, the closeness...and I haven't gotten there yet because I keep going off on another subject. So I am going to skip the story for tonight. Maybe. I have been known to throw a quickie up here. :-) Sweet dirty dreams folks - I know mine will be, wet and lovely. Lots of licks - ~S

Monday morning - hope you all had a wonderful weekend. I spent mine siteseeing and researching. Researching body parts....emotions...feelings...more body parts. It was fun. Hell who am I kidding, it was amazing. Amaze-balls as some of the kids today say. FOcusing this week on ORAL skills. I used to write a column once for AET, ADult Entertainment Today. IT was of course smutty in nature, why not. So I had people writing in about oral sex - and my very first question was if one partner refuses to go down....let's say a woman refuses to give her man a blowjob. He said he felt like he shold not have to go down on her, it was only fair. I of course was a smart ass and off the wall and agreed with him, what's good for the goose and all that but today my opinion changes. I believe even if one person was not comfortable doing that, I don't think it should stop the other person of providing that mate with an undying pleasure. We are aiming to please each other, not make sure all of the bedroom rules are fair. This isn't a game, it isn't a war, it is two sexual beings and learning each other and experiencing and sharing. I am fortunate in this department and have NO problems providing or receiving. :-) What are your opinions? ANother poll on oral skills - tongue jewelry or no? Does it REALLY make a difference? I have my tongue pierced and I got it pierced for the decoration, NOT for the oral skills. I like my little tongue rings. It's Monday, I should be working. Have a deliscious day. Eat a snack for lunch, like peaches...peaches are always good. xoxox ~S~

Time Lapse...

I pulled up outside his house, across the street. And of course, just because I was jumping out of my skin, he was sitting on his front porch. Oh boy. He had sunglasses on but I knew he was staring right at me. Right through me. I shut the car off, tried to seem like I was acting someone normal and got out of the car to see him. After over twenty years. My heart was just pounding so hard it almost hurt and fast, it was beating very fast. He got up out of his chair and came towards me. HE still had that swagger when he walked. Oh holy Hell. Breathe, just breathe. We met on the sidewalk and I just wrapped my arms around him and didn’t want to let go. He smelled wonderful. He felt wonderful right in my arms. My body was dancing inside. The girls upstairs in my head, they were wide awake and watching. You know, the devil on my shoulder, my trouble making alter ego and then the sweet and innocent one….yeah, we fight a lot. We finally pulled apart and we both took off our sunglasses. My stomach dropped and my heart skipped a few beats when I looked into his. Breathe. This is not going to end well. His eyes were mesmerizing to me, the same as they had been over twenty years ago. Time had absolutely no meaning this day, so I cannot tell you how long we walked around his house and stopped and stared into each other’s eyes. Both of us just could not believe that we were standing in the same room together at the same moment. You have to understand the dynamics that go along with this whole relationship of ours. I don’t think anyone else in the world but the two of us can really know the whole powerful driving force behind it all. When we were 14 years old, 26 years ago, we dated. We were head over heels madly in love, you could not separate us for nothing. We had such a strong powerful sexual chemistry together, it didn’t seem real. AT 14 years old? Really? Kids don’t know what love is at that age. But I did. I am pretty sure he did. We had our own private jokes, our nicknames, our song. IT really was my first true love. And then, as life happens, it was too good to be true. My father was stationed overseas in England and I was ordered by the court to go live with him. It was not that I was moving away, I was oceans away. Another time zone. I died the day I left and vowed to never love anyone again. Well, what does a silly little teenage girl in love know right? So time went on….we saw each other once during my senior year in high school and once 4 years after that, both for a very short time, both not knowing, both still wanting. Now, fast forward about 20 years, and we find each other on the wonderful world of the Internet on social media. Getting the courage to drive up to see him took everything I had because I knew deep inside what I still felt for him. I knew. Deep in my knotted up guts. One look and I was lost again. Sigh. OK, back to the matter at hand…staring, tension. Chemistry. If someone had walked into the kitchen at that precise moment, they would have been hit smack in the face with a huge wall of tension building up. You could have cut it with a knife it was so thick. When he touched my hand, every nerve ending gave me a little jolt. My hands were shaking. His eyes, clouded and dark. When we finally got the nerve to be face to face and lean in for a kiss, the world just about fell out from underneath me. Both of us felt it, both of us gasped for air and my knees turned to jello. It really was him. Here. In the flesh. In person. Oh Hell this is going to be a long ass weekend. SO that night, we made love, we had sex, we fucked, we let out 20 years of built up aggression and hurt and pain of our lives and it was wonderful. And the man has not lost his oral skills. So, I have not been privy to too many men in my life that one – have any oral skills at all, or two – the only meaning of eating involves a sandwich. Not This guy. Not my cowboy. He knows what it is and how to do it and he loves it. And oh how I love that he loves it. I love men that know how to eat peaches. So the next two days, we spent doing a little site seeing but mostly in the house, learning each others bodies, getting to know one another, sitting on the porch smoking and talking. Those times are moments I will cherish forever. He listens and he talks and that is very rare to find in a man. I fell in love all over again and had absolutely no control over stopping it. I tried, oh believe me I tried. Why would I want to put myself into a situation where I was living with someone I was now questioning my life with and wanting with every ounce of my being to be with someone else? And that lived 3-4 hours away. Why would I want to put myself there? I didn’t. But I did. It just happened. We agreed to just let happen whatever happens. Well that was not supposed to happen. But I am so glad that it did. I might have never known and I would have been robbed for the rest of my life of the pleasure of being with him, both physically, emotionally, mentally. I would have been pissed if someone took that away from me. So I never told him that I loved him when I was there. I never told him I fell back in love until it was time for me to leave. I never let him know how I felt, because to me, it was asking for trouble. In my mind, I knew he did not really feel the same way. In my mind, there was no way he would want to keep spending time with me when I could only come and see him every once in a while. And in my mind, there was no way he could love someone like me. I didn’t have anything special to offer. I was a normal joe blow. I don’t know. I talked to him a little on the computer that night I went home and I knew that it was more than just physical for him too. That relieved me a little. I am not really sure what he sees in there that he likes to much and nor do I care. But he gets me. And he can read me like a book. Holy crap can he read me. And damn can he move. He threw me off one day when he put on a pair of tight ripped up blue jeans. Tight jeans that he wore from 1980-something. The jeans I used to get wet over. They still fit him. He still looked amazing in them, tight, outlining things I liked to look at…and he still had all the moves. And this girl still melted inside. OK. Until next time…raw and ready?

There are the two age old questions, just WHAT IS IT a woman wants? And men can never seem to answer this. And vice versa, just what is it that men really want? Just sex, beer and a sandwich? LOL. I know men that are more sentimental than that and they like the talking and the cuddling...along with the hard core fucking, the beers and the sandwiches, haha. Women are no different...sure we like you to listen to us talk about whatever and act like you are remotely (this involves eye contact guys) interested in what we have to say, we love to cuddle and feel wanted and we like to be spoiled and treated like princesses. I am not a material person by any means but I love presents. Just little things, little surprises. It shows that person is caring and thinking about me, not spoiling me. I don't cry about jewelry or whatnot. Trivial. If I am not getting it enough, hear me whine. Women like hard core fucking too gents, just as much as you do. There is a time and a place for soft and sensual and there is a time and a place for raw and hard. Figure out your times and places. Put a little romance into it and see what happens...girls are suckers for romance...take from this chick who never gets it, lmao. I melt over flowers, don't tell anyone that, I might have to kill you. So raw, hard, however it is at that time, THAT is what we want - your attention. It isn't too hard to figure out. We are girls. Easy creatures to please. Hahaha. I so want to do an advice column for guys to write into. Shall we practice? Anyone has a relationship/sex/anything kind of question - post as a comment on here or send to my email - softails181@yahoo.com and I will repost on the blog and answer it as well, to the best of my unprofessional knowledge. Updating my lists on the right side over here today ----->>>>> check them out. If you think of a list you would like me to post, give er. Challenge me. Don't be ...chicken. ;-) Later Lovers - its hot out today, go find someone sexy and get sweaty. For me. Tell me about it later and who knows, maybe you will see it in a story or on the blog someday.... ~S~

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I hope you like peaches, I loved writing it, just a little vision in my head! What is your favorite sexy food to eat?!

Peaches

I slowly opened my eyes. My hands were still gripped to the steering wheel. My eyes darted over to the green digital numbers on the radio clock. Two minutes had passed since I last looked. I lifted my head and looked around. Still in the parking lot. Across the street was his house. HIS house. I realized just then I had been holding my breath. I let out of big breath of air and tried to relax a little. He was going to come out of the house and holy hell, I was going to melt. I lit a cigarette. I took a big drag. And then another. And then his front door opened. Oh Lord. God give me strength. I dropped the smoke out the window and tried really hard to swallow. My throat was dry. He leaned up against his porch and stared right into me. His tight jeans, his cowboy boots, his tight shirt outlining his muscular body. I clenched my muscles down below, as they were listening...I let out one more big breath and opened the car door to get out. It took me a minute, my legs were jello, my knees week and my head spinning. I had not seen this man in twenty six years. He was the first man who ever taught me about passion and love. We were separated by our families and torn apart. It killed me to be away from him. We looked for each other here and there and never found each other again, but I never forgot him. I tried to hide the grin on my face when I stood up and faced him from across the street. This was it. I walked over, he didn't move. Just stared, making my insides fall apart. I walked up to him and tried to whisper a hello, with my head tilted down towards my feet, I could not and would not face those eyes. I knew they would not longer be icy blue...they would be a dark stormy sea and they would burn right through me. Suddenly a hand touched the bottom of my chin and lifted my face up to meet his. I looked in his eyes and he looked into mine. The world disappeared from all around me. My heart starting pounding heavily into my chest. My knees grew weak and my breath jagged. I bit my lip and looked at his. I remembered that mouth and all I wanted to do was taste it. He smiled. He chuckled. He knew what a hard time I was having. And then he stopped and leaned in to me and that was all she wrote. I melted when our lips touched. Currents of electricity shot through my body and into my loins like wildfire. Every nerve ending on my body was exposed and tingling. He wrapped his arm around my lower back to steady me and the other hand was on the side of my face. My hands were on his biceps, holding myself upright. The heat between us was instant. I pressed up against him, back into the side of the house. I felt him getting aroused and pressing back. I pulled away, I could not breathe. He smiled and grabbed my hand and led me inside. I could not tell you what his house looked like, I have no clue because all I saw was stars and clouds as he whisked me to his bedroom. He shut the door behind me and walked be slowly backwards until my legs his the edge of the bed. I sat down, not by choice, my body would not let me stand anymore. I was staring at the bulge in his jeans and my breathing became labored again. I could not speak. He gently pushed me backwards and laid next to me, stroking my face and my gliding his hands over my now hard as ice nipples. He kissed my neck and I melted. I turned and covered his mouth with mine. I wanted to taste all of him and I wanted him now. I kissed his neck and he growled. Oh hell I remember that growl, it melted me back then and all it was doing now was fueling the fire. Our tongues wrapped around each other and danced a wickedly sinful dance. And then he stopped and he disappeared. I heard his belt buckle coming undone so I followed suit. Suddenly he was at my feet pulling off my shoes and sliding off my jeans. Oh Lord this is it. He crawled up my body, licking my toes....my ankles, my calves. When he stopped at my ankles, I went crazy. He kept on climbing. My knees, my thighs. He found my inner thighs and treated them to a wonderful massage, a wet massage. When he got to my throbbing wetness he stopped. I heard him take a deep breathe and move the thin see through layer of panties out of his way with his finger. Once his tongue touched me I instantly arched my back and my hips came off the bed. His long tongue masterfully covered every inch of her, bottom to top, stopping in the middle to dart inside, in and out. My head was in the clouds somewhere. he was smacking his lips and snacking away, like he was eating peaching and damn was he good at it. He found that little button, the one that makes a girl fly off the bed, and he held me down and caressed it with his tongue. he massaged it, he flicked it, he made love to it, no hands needed. I was all but done when a long finger slid inside me, I gasped. He pressed on and on and kept licking and sucking and fucking away. I grabbed the sides of his head and held them there, wrapping my fingers around in his hair. He never skipped a beat. I came loudly and quickly, letting him lap up every drop. As I was just finishing, he straddled me and thrust his cock inside me and just kept going. I was still cumming and I could not stop. When I finally gained some kind of composure as he was kissing my neck and licking my breasts and driving me crazy, I flipped him over so I was on top, cowboy style. I liked riding my cowboy. I arched my hips so he was completely inside me and I rode on and I rode hard. I made sure he was quite satisfied before I came again, all over his hard cock. I fell on top of him, spent, as he wrapped his arms around me and held me there. He whispered in my ear. "It is nice to see you too." I smiled and closed my eyes. And thought of peaches.

Catching up!

So it appears I actually do have people that check up on me! I have been told three times in the last week that I have not updated my blog in a while!! I am so sorry and I promise to be much better at being dirty on here for you! So good news - I am officially divorced!! Woo hoooo!! Hallilujah and all of that shit! It did hurt. After all of the rotten shitty things he did to me, it hurt like hell. I was his wife. I was the one who takes care of him and cleans up his messes. No one else was allowed or supposed to. Well, I think I have graduated from preschool teacher and cleaning up after people. No more. I am not going to elaborate on my current love life, if there even is one, I will let you all use your dirty imaginations to guess and figure it out on your own. What is on my list to do next - my favorite thing this week - Men who love to each peaches and know how to eat them....the juicer the better, dripping down their chin.....nothing like good oral skills to make a gal smile. With that said, I leave you a story.It will be posted on here soon. Never before read or seen anywhere. Love it and visualize it. Love and dirty wet kisses ~S~

Next Stop...Getting Off

Next Stop…Getting Off He sighed as more people piled into the subway and squeezed up against him. His wrist was wrapped tightly up in the strap above him, holding on for dear life. He had learned over the years of riding the subway how to plant his feet and his body so he did not move. His other arm was tight against him, holding his briefcase with his jacket slung over his arm. The train took off and people moved and shoved until a lady, tall and slender, was pressed up against him. She had stiletto heels on, a tight pin striped skirt and a white blouse. Her tight ass was rubbing right up against his cock, which was starting to get a mind of its own. He felt the heat rush to his cheeks, embarrassed of his growing hard on and irritated that he could not move at all to get off of this lady. As the train rounded a curve, bodies leaned. He felt her inch tighter to him and her hand reached back and pressed against his leg. He froze. She knew. He felt her press her ass even harder against him and move side to side a little, just enough to turn his hard on rock hard. He leaned in and inhaled, taking in her sweet womanly scent. He was aroused and he wanted her. Her hand found her way to his hardness and she leaned her back against his chest so his face was touching the back of her hair. She rubbed his cock slowly. He muttered a very weak whisper that he had to get off soon. She smiled in front of him, not letting him see. Oh yes, she thought, he would be getting off. As soon as the train came to a screeching halt, she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd, holding on tight. His briefcase and coat hid his raging hard on. He had still not seen her face, just her long flowing brown hair, flying behind her as she walked quickly. She turned down an alley and opened a door to a building. This was the back door to his office, did she know where he worked? She made a quick turn down a hallway and into the women’s bathroom. She pulled him in and locked the door behind him, grabbed his coat and briefcase and threw it on the floor and grabbed his face and started kissing him. Her mouth was hot and sweet, her tongue was hungry and searching. HE cupped her ass with his hands and squeezed, she let out a soft whimper. She walked forward, pushing him into a stall. He steadied himself onto a closed toilet. She knelt down and unzipped his pants. Reaching in, her long polished fingers grabbed his cock and pulled it out. Before she slid it into her mouth she looked up at him. He gasped. She had ice blue eyes and was just breathtakingly beautiful. A dirty smirk crossed her face and she went to work. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. In a minute she stopped. He tipped his head forward to see what was in store next only to catch her bare ass backing up to his cock. Her skirt was pulled up revealing thigh stocking and garters and no panties. Oh holy hell. She squatted down on his cock and slid it right inside her. They both gasped and moaned at the same time. He put his hands on her hips and her hands went over his. She started grinding her hips, her heels keeping her plenty planted. He nuzzled his face into her hair, reaching up and feeling her perky nipples through her blouse. She moaned again and started bouncing on him, up and down, grinding harder and harder. Neither of them could take it anymore when they came together as she threw herself backwards and he wrapped his arms around her holding her tight as they both climaxed together, bodies convulsing and tensing and twitching. After just a moment of calm, she stood up, net down and kissed his forehead, went into the next stall and cleaned herself up, unlocked the door and walked out. He heard he heels walking down the hallway. Shit! His meeting! He looked at his watch. He had five minutes to get in there, thank God they were in the right building. He cleaned himself up, zipped up, grabbed his stuff and sprinted down the hall, straightening out his hair out and hoping he looked somewhat presentable. He mumbled to the secretary as he ran past her and into the board room. He worked for a law firm and they were introducing the new partner today. There is only one time to make a good first impression. No one noticed his nervousness as he smiled and chuckled to himself. His attention turned towards his boss as everyone glanced towards the door. “Please welcome our new partner, Miss Ashley Lawrence.” As everyone stood up and clapped, in walked the woman from the subway. She put her hand up to cut off everyone’s applause. His had already stopped. She already knew who he was. As she started talking to the room full of people, her eyes stopped on him for an extra few seconds as a smirk came over her face. He just got fucked by his new boss. He was really going to love coming to work on the subway from now on.

Whew someone needs to kick my arse in high gear because it looks like I am slacking on the whole keeping up with the blog thing here. First of all, my apologies for not keeping my fans hot and bothered and giving them reading material all night long. Secondly, let's have a contest! I am looking for new blood for my new book! Ultimate Art Erotica contest!!!! Submit an erotic story 1200 words or less for your chance to win a free autographed copy of The Ultimate Art of Erotica and get your story published in the 2014-2015 anthology!! Send all submissions to: softails181@yahoo.com with the subject CONTEST in the subject line. In the email please include your name and title of the story. Good Luck and please share! Erotica does not mean foul and tasteless either folks please use good judgement! I am super excited about this!!! Now to burst your bubble! I need to run off and get an errand done for my buddy down the street (not THAT kind of errand, but it might kickstart his heart back into shape!). I will be back online later on!!!

Not much time for blogging this weekend between work and school...but always time to get it on. Find yourself some time...no matter how busy you are....find time for that orgasm, whether it is with another person or by yourself! Take a gander at this gal, she found time..... Truckstop Tails She pulled into the truckstop. There it was. One lonely semi at the back of the lot. She drove back there and pulled up next to it and shut the car off. She glanced around, feeling nervous. What if someone thinks I am one of those truckstop hookers? With a deep breath she got out and walked over to the semi, opened the drivers side door and climbed up inside. He was sitting on his bed with a cocky smirk on his face. She shrugged off her jacket and threw it on the passenger seat and went and sat next to him. After maybe 5 seconds of small talk, she starting to pull her arm out of her sweatshirt, might as well get rid of some layers she thought. Instantly, he grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and yanked it up over her head. She contested in a little pain and then helped it the rest of the way off. His mouth instantly went to her naked perky breasts and she gasped as his hand found their way inside her jeans and into her panties. She was already wet with anticipation. The jeans came off. HE leaned up, his thick cock front an center and she bent down and grabbed it with one hand, expertly sliding it into her mouth. He flipped her body do they had more room on the bed and moved one leg up in the air, shoving his head down between her legs. His tongue instantly went to work licking every inch of her. She moaned and gasped and moved her hips. She kept sucking on his cock, flicking it with her tongue, licking, devouring, delishiously enjoying every inch as his fingers found her pussy and darted in and out...she cried out as they went further and found her ass. She begged him to stop, wincing at the pain...or was that pleasure? She sucked, he fucked her, with his tongue, with his fingers. There it was....she begged him NOT to stop this time, feeling that sensation. HE licked faster, she sucked faster. With spasms rushing through her, an orgasm ripped through her body as he lapped up every bit of her juices. Holy shit....that was intense she thought. He wasted no time and flipped her over onto all fours and shoved his cock deep into her dripping pussy and kept pounding and pounding. She cried out, wanting his juices all over her, all inside her. Faster and faster they went as he gripped her ass cheeks and came all over her shiny white ass. As they cleaned up and got dressed, realizing they were both pressed for time, she kissed her husband on the forehead and sent him off to work and she trotted back to her car, feeling just a bit naughty....

That Little Sweet Spot

That Sweet Spot I was leaned over the bed, my knees on the edge, my ass up in the air. My hands were dug into the sheets as my old man pounded his cock into me from behind. My ass slammed against his groin. Loun slapping noises echoed in our bedroom along with my moans of pain and pleasure and his talking dirty to me behind me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He knew I loved it. He changed his mind quickly and let go. What the hell was that about. I tossed that attitude right out the window when I felt him rub his thumb on my wet pussy that was being pounded on and slide it up to my asshole. He rubbed it around, sliding it all over my anus. I dropped to the bed. My asshole puckered and tightened and every hair on my body stood up. He yanked me back up into position. My ass was one of those things, depending on my mood, I either loved or hated it being touched. Based on the fact that I could not stop my ass from backing up into him so his thumb or fingers slipped inside, I would say today was one of those days I loved it. I begged him to stop. He leaned over, his black hair falling over his eyes and his goatee tickling my back as he whispered into my ear, "Don't fucking lie, Bitch, I know you love it." He kept playing and sliding, the pressure, the pleasure, it would not go away and I just realized I was cumming. It wasn't an orgasm but I was just cumming all over his cock. He thrust harder, his fingers now fucking my asshole. I gasped so hard I thought I was going to cry. I didn't know what to do, the pleasure, the pain. I wanted all of it. He slowed down and pulled out his cock and raised it up just a little, pushing my asscheeks down a bit as the head of his cock slid into my ass. I held my breath as I felt pressure and a little pain. I let him keep going as his cock slid in a little further, then a little further. When he was all the way in he moaned and he pulled back and pushed it back in. I wrapped the sheets up in my fists and held on for dear life. He starting ass fucking me and I bounced my hips back to meet his thrusts. My tits swung back and forth. He was getting louder. I reached back and touched my pussy. She was dripping. He grabbed my hips and gave me one big thrust and starting cumming. His hand went down to my pussy and slid inside and fucked her and she came, all over his hand while he came in my ass. He filled my ass so full, it came back out and ran down the crack of my ass, mixing with my pussy juices below. Not til then did I fall onto the bed and he let me stay there. Who knows when I will love it again.

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Good evening fellow erotica lovers! What shall I call you - porn lovers? Just my sexy stalkers? Haha! So today was an emotional day. I won't go into too much drama about it all - the short of it is that my soon to be ex has had a girlfriend since October and has been writing to her and sending her money in prison, she is a heroin junkie and a prostitute. He sure knows how to pick them. That isn't saying a lot for me.....:-\ - anyhow - I don't usually post my personal private life on the internet but today I really don't give one tiny little fuck. I am in anti-love mode today and I do believe I am going to go searching and find some hot very steamy dirty naughty sex and just get laid. My heart has been broken so many times in the last year I am not sure that one single roll of good ol Scotch tape is gonna fix it this time. It may take some big ol duct tape. So sex it is!! JUST SEX! Because the Lord knows, I need to be taken care of! So ya, maybe I will look at school. Muahahahahaha. Poor innocent little college men, watch out!!! I am updating my lists today on the side of my blog so please read them. If you would like to see another list there, comment and let me know. I am thinking of adding an advice column where people can write in about sex, drugs, rock and roll. Speaking of drugs, I could care less about legalizing pot, I do not care if they did do it or they did not. If they did legalize it, I would probably smoke some now and again, well, because I can. Just like I can get completely shitfaced and not get arrested (ok or get caught doing whatever). Back to sex. I cannot remember the last time I had truly 100% non married, non committed consensual casual sex. Oh yes, about 5.5 years ago. Boring. Time to move on sisters. And brothers. And lovers of everything naughty. So I used to write an advice column for the Adult Entertainment Network. They are no longer online but it was fun while it lasted. One of the very first questions I ever had to answer was from a chick that wrote in saying her boyfriend always wanted blowjobs and would NEVER return the favor and go down on her! WTH is up with that boys? Or gals? If you are willing to receive then you damn sure better be willing to give. Fair is fair. Don't like the taste? Suck it up! Do you think your goodies always taste like Hershey's chocolate? Unless you are using their AMAZING new spread in the jar (it is pretty damn amazing), then honey, it doesn't taste like that. If you are really put off by the taste, like because it is not clean, make your man or woman shower first before sex, letting them know how much it turns you on - the fresh shower smell, all wet and clean and glistening, don't make it about the smell or taste. They do also have products out there that are flavored that can help with that. If you are one of the prudes that is disgusted with the thought of putting THAT in your mouth because they piss out of it, look at your own honey. That isn't champagne tinkling out of your lilly either. Fair is fair. If you really just cannot do it, then do not ever expect it in return. Unless your sig other does not really care, then by all means, take advantage! But really, If a dude is crying because you won't lick his lollipop, have him get down on bended knee and spread em and put that tongue to work dangit all. So ya, that is my take. What kind of story would you like to hear today? Let me find something delicious for your mind...... Until next time lovers, put your hand on that special someone's thigh and give them a nice rubdown....reach a little higher...kiss their neck, take them all in. Hot and dirty. Hershey's covered kisses - ~S

Today is honestly the first day I feel like Spring MIGHT be coming! And cumming and cumming! I have new sandals and freshly painted red toes, come on guys you all like pretty toes right? I love pretty toes. Pedicures are WAY underrated, everyone should have one. Except my soon to be ex-husband Brad because you need a sander and chainsaw to hack through those puppies....:-\ - anyhow - warmer weather means less clothes, less clothes means more skin, more skin means more hormones raging and that leads to more sex! Yes? Who agrees with me!? Do you have more sex in the freezing cold winter when bills are higher and everyone is bitching about the snow and trying to stay warm or do you tend to get more when it is hot and you would rather walk around in a pair of panties and a tank top just stuck right to your chest.....all sweaty and hot, hair pulled up, strands stuck around your face....hot sweaty sex is amazing folks! I cannot wait for summer!! (Not exactly sure who I am going to be having hot sweaty sex with but a girl can dream can't she?!) In the meantime, my toybox is full and my battery stash is plentiful!! Don't frown or think prudish thoughts when I say toys - until you have tried them - WITH someone AND alone - don't knock it. If you tell me you have never masterbated, you have issues. Everyone should at least once in their lifetime, to at least know that you are good enough to get YOURSELF off :-) It's healthy and its's natural and dammit it helps me sleep! :-) When Brad was in prison, I became an expert (prison wife rule #5 or something - always have a stock of batteries around). I no longer need to worry about batteries but divorce is messy and having sex with each other after you have filed and before its all final is just weird. My ex (hubby #1) and I still had sex, amazing sex actually, but it was after our divorce was final. When he was cheating with me on the bitch he cheated on me with. Did that make sense? Haha. Anyhow, the point is, don't always depend on your man or your woman. Everyone needs a little alone time in life. Get that bathtub going, get your toy out....or do it right next to your man in bed once to be really risky.....wait until he is zonked out like a light and turn it on low and see how quiet you can be! If he wakes up, take advantage girl!!!! More stories coming, I promise. The Ultimate Art of Erotica is for sale. WWW.lulu.com - search for me or the title of the book. I believe it is $11 or $12 or something like that. I had the price lowered. Love and kisses and Springtime blisses! And to Masturbation!!!! XOXOX ~S

Why can't it be this nice out for the rest of the weekend?? Mother Nature is being a bitch. Typical woman right guys? Tease a little and then take it away! LOL Just kidding ladies but hey, it is how some gals play hard to get! We get a small taste of early Spring today and tomorrow she is going to shit all over the Midwest with another huge snow/icy/rainy shitstorm. Well played mother nature, well played. Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning? So what do you do when you get 12 inches of snow and you are snowed in? A fireplace and a nice dinner? Maybe a porno if no kids are at home....some wine...maybe strip poker! Or strip - whatever your favorite game is! Hey come on, I have lost on strip cribbage before! Make it a fun time, not a boring hum drum time. Take advantage of mother natures wrath folks, suck it up and get naked. Got kids home? Wait til they are in bed! Or send em outside to play in it - YES that is what parents used to do if you are not aware, send your kids OUTSIDE to play. ;-) So I have another story I would like to share with you.....it is one of my favorites and it all started with my favorite shade of lipstick I found one day and dammit it was so hot....so sexy....so yummy!! Makes me wanna go put my lipstick on..... Send comments and let me know your opinion, I can take it. I got my big girl panties on! Ok, thong, but hey, still panties! In the meantime, enjoy the read oh and thank you readers! We are up to 989 views! WOO HOOO!!!! :-) Gotta love that!! Love the end of winter in your own hot sexy way. Just do it. Get naked. Methods of Mayhem "Get Naked" - one of THE BEST songs to screw to!!! Lots of wintery snowflake kisses - ~s A sneak peek at my new book - The Ultimate Art of Erotica - "Test Drive Please" - Test Drive Please By Sarah Schultz She got out of the taxi and paid the driver, just dreading going into the mechanic’s to get her car. Just from movies and friends’ horror stories, she had avoided taking her car to a professional mechanic at all costs, for fear of getting ripped off. She didn’t have a clue what anything was, what it did or how much it cost so it would not take much to con her out of thousands of dollars. She walked in and rang the bell at the counter, expecting to see the fat balding man with sweat dripping down his brow – the same one who took the car when she brought it in. She got something different. “Can I help you?” he said. He was tall, about six foot four, short dark hair, a dirty baseball hat with the name of the shop on it, and his uniform, covered in grease from the day’s work. His five o’clock shadow was sexy as hell, against his piercing blue eyes. He must be new….she thought. But then again, she had never been here but once before so how would she know. “Yes, my name is Madison. I am here to pick up the Monty Carlo.” She loved her car. Her boyfriend had always taken good care of it for her when they were together, not letting a thing go wrong with it but since they split two months ago, she had been neglecting her. The man in uniform smiled, a bright dashing smile. “It’s right back here, just about finished. Come on back” he told her, and guided her thru the office and back into the garage. She noticed no one else was there. The garage doors were all closed and there was but one light on above her car. He had the hood up and bent over underneath it, tinkering around, checking fluids for her and whatnot. His tight ass filled out that uniform just perfect. “Everything go ok?” she asked, trying to make conversation. He looked up and smiled at her and nodded. “Yeah, she is purring like a kitten.” He took the top of his uniform off, revealing a tight white t-shirt. She felt herself gasp. He was muscle bound and beautiful. He grabbed a clean towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead and his face. He walked towards her with keys in hand and stretched out his hand to drop them in hers. She put her hand out and looked up into his eyes. He wasn’t smiling from ear to ear anymore. He was smirking. She took hold of the keys and he wouldn’t let go. She stammered. Her heart raced. She was wet below, dammit he looked good. She looked around. “No one is here, beautiful. Just you and me. Here are your keys.” He kept staring at her. He was literally two inches from her and he was gorgeous. She gave in. She felt the heat radiating from him and she could not take it anymore. She leaned forward and kissed him. When their lips touched, electricity shot through them both. Her keys fell to the ground and he grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her to him. Her arms went around him and he returned his kiss just as passionately. Their tongues met in her mouth and the breath was knocked right out of her. He tasted so good. He ran his hands and fingers all over her, her neck, her hair, her face, her shoulders and onto her breasts. When his fingers gently traced over her nipples, they instantly grew hard as ice. He pushed her back against the workbench and pressed himself into her. He was as hard as her nipples her. She tilted her head back, giving him full access to her neck and her bare chest above her breasts. He took advantage and bent down to kiss and nibble all over as he kept going down. He got to her breasts and just decided hell with it and pulled one right out of the sweater and bra and into his mouth. She gasped out loud. He smiled underneath his snacking. She couldn’t stand it anymore and she pushed him back and turned them both around so he was against the workbench. She stared into his misted over eyes and pulled his uniform down over his tight jeans. He had them unbuttoned already and she slid them down easily, happy to find nothing underneath. With him standing there buck naked, she figured it was only fair so she removed her sweater and bra all at once and let her size 40D breasts come tumbling out of their shelter. They were soft and pillowy, squishy and velvety. She unzipped her jeans and pulled them down, revealing dark blue boy short panties, matching the bra she had just removed. He let out a sigh at the mere sight of her. She squatted down in front of him and looked up into his eyes. They had widened considerably, realizing what she was about to do next. Smiling, she wrapped her long piano fingers around his throbbing cock and licked the head, still watching him. He tilted his head back and groaned, tilted it forward and grabbed the sides of her head for balance. She licked the head, all swollen and purple, she kissed it. She teased it. She slid it down her throat…all the way down her throat. He moaned out load, louder than she anticipated and she giggled to herself. She knew she was good at giving head, every man she had come in contact with had been just amazed at her skills. Self taught and very proud she thought. She ate him hungrily, faster and faster, sliding his slippery tool in and out of her mouth, making sure she didn’t miss a spot. He was gasping for air; she knew he was getting close. Finally he pulled her up and kissed her mouth. “You can’t have all the fun, babe.” He smiled and walked her over to her car. He slammed the hood down and pushed her over it. Her breasts lay flat against the shiny black hood and her arms were spread out in front of her. He stood behind her milky white ass and reached underneath for a feel. She was wet and dripping and so ready for him. She grabbed her ass and slid his cock under and in, teasing her lips, teasing her clit. She was moaning and whining, she wanted him bad. He finally thrust hard and filled her up inside. She called out in surprise, pain and pleasure. He started pumping slowly at first…in and out…so slippery, so tight. She gasped with every movement. Her pussy lips tightened around him every time he entered her. His hands on her ass, his thumb found its way to her asshole…rubbing it ever so gently. That made her whole body quiver, he loved it. He did it again and again, pumping his hard cock into her faster and faster. She still stayed tight around his cock and could feel every nerve ending working as his cock was ready to explode. Finally he gave one final thrust and shoved his thumb into her ass as they both came as one. Her body buckled beneath him and he threw one arm under her belly to hold her up as he kept thrusting inside her, making sure he filled her up real good. He dropped on top of her, kissing her back, her shoulders, her neck. She was smiling and trying to catch her breath. “Well, that was more than I bargained for when I came to get my car.” They both got up and cleaned off, putting pieces of clothing back on. She smiled as she picked up her car keys. “So how much so I owe you for the car?” She grabbed a clean shop towel and started cleaning off the hood where you could see prints from her hands and her breasts. He walked over to her and grabbed her face in her hands and kissed her passionately. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow and we can work off what you owe?” He smiled and slapped her playfully on the ass. “Tomorrow. 5:00. I will be here.” She got into her car and let him open the garage door for her as she backed out and waved goodbye. So maybe going to a mechanic’s wasn’t all THAT bad….