A Taste of the Good Wife

Happy New Year!

2008-01-02T08:43:00.000-06:00

Well, we were all attacked with germs over the holidays, which has left me without a voice for the last several days. Always sick on my birthday, damnit!

Rick surprised me this year and actually bought me some lingerie. I don't know what it is about men and their reluctance of buying sexy things for their woman to wear. I find it very arousing to know that the items were specifically picked out while he was imagining how they would look on me.

Of course, everything he picked out was crotchless, lol, but still, it is the thought that counts.

Thank you for all the birthday wishes! I hope everyone rang in the new year with a smile on their face. I think I might have been moaning, or pulling Rick closer to me. I was definitely smiling on the inside though. :)

xoxo

Merry Christmas!

2007-12-24T09:40:00.000-06:00

Getting ready for a herd of visitors tonight and tomorrow, but wanted to stop in and wish everyone a Merry Christmas. I have been a very good naughty girl this year, hehe, so I think Santa will be good to me. :)

Be safe and well!

xoxo

2007-12-20T09:00:00.000-06:00

There are several men sitting around in the locker room of a private club after exercising. Suddenly a cell phone on one of the benches rings. One of the men picks it up, and the following conversation ensues:

"Hello?"
"Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?"
"Yes."
"Great! I am at the mall two blocks from where you are. I just saw a beautiful mink coat. It's absolutely gorgeous!! Can I buy it?"
"What's the price?"
"Only $1,500.00."
"Well, OK, go ahead and get it, if you like it that much ... "

"Ahhh, and I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the 2008 models. I saw one I really liked. I spoke with the salesman, and he gave me a really good price ... and since we need to exchange the BMW that we bought last year ... "
"What price did he quote you?"
"Only $60,000 ... "
"OK, but for that price I want it with all the options."

"Great! But before we hang up, something else ... "
"What?"
"It might look like a lot, but I was reconciling your bank account and I stopped by the real estate agent this morning and saw the house we had looked at last year. It's on sale!! Remember? The one with a pool, English Garden, acre of park area, beach front property ... "
"How much are they asking?"
"Only $450,000 - a magnificent price ... and I see that we have that much in the bank to cover ... "

"Well, then go ahead and buy it, but just bid $420,000. OK?"
"OK, sweetie ... Thanks! I'll see you later!! I love you!!!"
"Bye ... I do too ... "

The man hangs up, closes the phone's flap, and raises his hand while holding the phone and asks to all those present: "Does anyone know who this phone belongs to?"

2007-12-19T13:47:00.000-06:00

For old time's sake

2007-12-19T09:33:00.000-06:00

He sat at his desk, tip of his pen at his lips as he flipped through his novel, happy for a few minutes of distraction before he delved back into his work. The day was dragging on, seemingly keeping time still. This made it so much easier to give in to temptation, and today, temptation was at his door.

At first, he didn't notice the light tapping at his office door. When the door opened and her head peeked in with that sexy, up to no good smile, he couldn't help but notice. He dropped his pen on the desk and quickly stood up to greet her.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" he smiled as he embraced her, breathing in her perfume and then stepping back to take her all in.

"Its been far too long, hasn't it?" She shut the door behind her, fingers twisting the lock.

"It most definitely has," was his reply as his mind remembered those curves, those lips, the steamy exchanges. His heart was beating faster now as he recalled their last encounter together. The smile on her face told him that it was also very fresh on her mind.

What felt like several moments of silence passed before he caught his breath and began, "So, tell me.." He was cut off as she placed her fingers to his lips. Their eyes locked as her mouth met his. Tongues swirling together, exploring familiar territory. She ran her fingers through his hair as he held her close, pressing her body up against his own.

Her hands slid down his muscular back and then to the belt on her trench coat. "Its getting awfully hot in here, baby, don't you think?" she asked as the material of her coat slid off of her shoulders, exposing bare skin and then falling to the floor in a puddle of fabric.

"Oh, God," he moaned as he took in the sight, nothing left on her body except for the thigh high stockings, black stiletto heels, and that devilish grin on her face.

Pulling her back to him, he quickly took her breast to his mouth, licking her as he massaged the flesh, feeling her hands on his belt now. His cock was at full attention, pulsing at her touch through the fabric of his trousers. When she finally freed him, she crouched down and took him into her mouth, pushing back the foreskin as she plunged it deeply, wetting him and grinning as he moaned.

He watched her fucking his shaft with her mouth until he could not stand one more minute of not being buried deep inside of her. In a swift motion, he cleared off his desk and placed her on top. Without speaking a single word, he slid his meat into her tight little hole, feeling the wetness of her arousal mixed with her kisses, still fresh on his skin. His hands gripped tightly at her hips, watching her breasts bouncing as their skin slapped together making a deliciously wet sound.

Licking his lips, he watched her hand slide down to her clit and begin to rub it,her pussy lips swollen and saturated with arousal. She bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes and arching her back as she gave in and came, long and hard as he continued to plow her depths.

"Come here, baby." He pulled her up, his cock still buried deep in her trembling pussy walls. He kissed her deeply as he turned around and sat at the edge of the desk. She turned her back to him, his hands gliding up her spine and then resting again at her hips as she began to grind herself in circles around his dick, first fast, then slow. She placed her hands on his thighs for support as she felt his body tensing up.

"Oh yeah, mmm!" His strong hands held her still on his pole as she felt him explode, filling up her pussy with his orgasm. She squeezed herself around his shaft, as their bodies convulsed in ecstasy.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closely to him, kissing her neck and then whispering into her ear. "I missed you."

A smile crept across her face as she breathed in the smell of their sex. "I missed you too, baby. It feels good to be back."

Whats this?

2007-12-19T06:37:00.001-06:00

Internet back just in time for Hump Day? Well now, that is good timing. :)

Story will be posted soon.

xoxo

Quick Post

2007-12-17T10:00:00.000-06:00

Well winter is here in full force and with that, a snowstorm has knocked out our internet. Should hopefully be restored soon, fingers crossed!

I am behind in emails, I apologize and I have not forgotten about you, I promise. Just don't have the ability to really sort through all of that right now.

Warm hugs and kisses!

xoxo

I love you guys

2007-12-13T16:27:00.001-06:00

I really do. You know, I had definitely forgotten how sweet and supportive my readers were. I want to say thank you again for everyone who emailed me with well wishes. I promise, I will answer every single one. :)

xoxo

Stupidity Confirmed

2007-12-13T08:03:00.000-06:00

The lovely chain smoking pregnant aunt accompanied the little boy to the bus stop this morning. She was charming as always. I asked her how she was doing, to which she answered, "Oh man, I have really felt like crap lately, stomach pains, stuff like that."

"When are you due?" I asked her again, assuming that perhaps the last time I asked her how far along she was, she was having a brain fart and just couldn't remember.

"I have no idea, I haven't even been to the doctor yet. I know I should probably go though, right?" And then she laughed.

Like she doesn't even care.

Maybe I am just envious. Here she is, growing this tiny life in her tummy, soon to have a fresh newborn in her arms, and she doesn't seem to be the least bit concerned about its safety. What I wouldn't give to have the discomforts of pregnancy right now, or a newborn baby in my arms.

Rick and I were expecting our third baby this year. Our happiness and excitement were cut short though, and we have nothing to show for it. Just broken hearts and tears. And emptiness. Lots of emptiness.

I don't know that that is a pain that one can ever forget. Maybe its best that way. You tend to look at the world around you with a greater appreciation, taking the time to cherish every precious moment you have with your family and friends.

But when left alone, you remember. You play what ifs and you feel guilty and you cry. And cry, and cry, until you are numb and unable to shed one more tear. Thats when the peace comes. Its brief, but its there. Until everything cycles again.

Anything for a good cause..(click me)

2007-12-12T17:39:00.001-06:00

I'm in, how about you? :)

xoxo

Confessions Pt 3

2007-12-12T17:16:00.001-06:00

I am sleepy and grumpy, sitting in my bedroom, waiting. I think of going out and doing something with myself, but before I can really entertain the thought, I have company.

"Hello darling. I have missed you so much, how have you been?"

I can't help but smile, I truly am happy to see Mark. He is one of the few men that has actually found a place in my heart. I feel unusually close to him, and though I know I should work that much harder to push him away and make this less personal, I can't. Every time that we are together, I feel closer to him. This both upsets me and confuses me, but I am too happy to worry about that for now.

"Well hello, sweetheart! Tell me how you have been, I have missed you!"

This is a common line that I use, but I really have missed this one.

"I am good, babe, thanks for asking. I have been thinking about you all day, I had to see you. I miss you so much it hurts me."

I feel a guilty twinge at those words. Mark is falling in love with me. He writes me beautiful poems and gorgeous love letters. He pours his heart out to me, and too often I find myself wishing that things were different, that I could just run off and be with him, living happily ever after. I have to remind myself that he has fallen in love with me as my character, not as my true self.

"Awww! Baby, I have missed you so much too, you don't know how happy I am to see you today."

I hold him close to me and tenderly kiss his lips, as he happily tells me about his day. I listen intently to his every word, as he stares lovingly into my eyes and gently strokes my hair. Every touch, every breath from Mark makes me feel special and loved. He makes me feel like a princess.

When we make love, it is magical. He covers me in kisses and holds me tightly to him, every thrust is met with a tangled hug and more gentle kisses. He tells me how beautiful I am, how much he loves me. It is hot and passionate, and it is all very wrong.

He holds me in his lap and sings love songs to me. He happily caters to my every want and need, just the act of taking care of me bringing him deep contentment. I allow myself to get lost in the moment, and to love him back for the short time we have together before he has to leave. He has had a long day, and although I know he would stay if I only asked, I let him go so he can rest.

"I don't want to leave you, darling. Tell me to stay."

I bite my tongue before gently kissing him goodbye.

I lie on the bed and think about how devastated Mark would be if he only knew.

Happy Hump Day!

2007-12-12T08:23:00.001-06:00

I will have my hump day submission up later on today. Got sick kids here that need tending to. :)

xoxo

2007-12-10T13:40:00.001-06:00

Mail's here, mail's here

2007-12-10T11:15:00.000-06:00

"Heres the mail, it never fails, it makes me want to wag my tail..."

This time of year, I like to get myself a little something when I am in the giving mood, purchasing gifts for everyone else. Just received a package from Victoria's Secret, lots of new goodies to wear. Hey, we all deserve a little bit of pampering, right? I can't wait to see just what kind of pampering I may receive later tonight. (See, I was thinking of others too! hehe)

Don't read this if you are eating

2007-12-10T11:14:00.000-06:00

Seriously, yuck.

Music

2007-12-09T18:55:00.001-06:00

Feeling rather accomplished right now. I played around with the html in my template and added the nifty music player you now see in the sidebar. Loved having my music player before, but it was seriously lacking and running out of bandwidth well before the month was through.

Hopefully it will be enjoyed, I added some of my favorite ear candy. You can pause it, or pick and choose through my menu of songs.

Happy listening! :)

xoxo

New use for carrots

2007-12-08T10:11:00.000-06:00

What a maroon.

Ouch!

2007-12-08T10:08:00.000-06:00

Free Toy

2007-12-07T06:58:00.000-06:00

Have you been naughty this year? Might get this then! Free is always cool.

Just pay the shipping. Every once and a while, they really have some cool stuff, not sure I need this one. lol

Hoosiers

2007-12-07T06:30:00.001-06:00

We have some lovely new neighbors that moved in down the street. Its a grandmother, her son with his wife and two children and then her daughter with her husband and child. So, one of the kids happens to be the same age as my son, meaning he waits at the bus stop with us in the morning.

For the first week, there was always somebody at the bus stop with this little boy. The mom, the dad, but mostly the aunt. Every single one of them smokes like a chimney and has this obnoxious habit of actually blowing the smoke in your face when they are talking to you.

In small chat with the aunt, as she is on her third cigarette and nearly finished with the huge liter of Mountain Dew she has been guzzling, she makes mention that her son will soon have a little baby brother or sister.

"Oh, you're pregnant?" I ask her.

"Yeah," she says as she takes a long drag from her cigarette and rubs her belly, which had been hidden by the over sized clothes she has been wearing.

"How far along are you?"

"Oh, I don't know, something like five or six months at least, I think." She takes another drag before continuing. "And I think I might be having twins, because the baby is like, kicking in two different places at the same time, so, its either a huge baby, or definitely twins."

I have nothing against smoking. Seriously, I used to smoke. This woman wasn't even trying to cut down, and by the way she was talking, I don't know that she has even seen a doctor yet. Shouldn't she know how far along she is?

I bit my tongue, but my God, I wanted to say something.

So the week passes, and lo and behold, come Monday morning, we get up to the bus stop, and this young child is sitting next to the busy road all by himself. He can't be a day over six, he is new to the neighborhood, and he was left to sit at the bus stop all alone.

Maybe I am paranoid, but you can't watch the news anymore without seeing some horrible story about children abducted from the bus stop, or being hit by a car, or God knows what other horrible thing. And they just don't care, they leave that poor baby to fend for himself.

Not good.

We now make a point of trying to get out to the bus stop before him, which is way earlier than I would care to be up there, but I can't stand the guilt of worrying what may happen to him if we weren't there.

Stupid hoosiers.

2007-12-07T06:16:00.000-06:00

There was this construction worker on the 3rd floor of this unfinished building. He needed a hand saw, but was too lazy to go down and get it himself, so he tried to call his fellow worker on the ground to get it for him, but this guy could not hear a word he said. So he started to give a sign so the guy on the ground could understand him.
First he pointed at his eyes (meaning "I") then pointed at his knees (meaning "need), and moved his hand back and forth describing the movement of a hand saw.
Finally, the guy on the ground started nodding his head like he understood and dropped his pants and started to jerk off.
The guy on the 3rd floor got pissed-off and ran down to the ground and started yelling at this guy, "You idiot, I was trying to tell you I needed a hand saw."
The other guy replied, "I know, I was trying to tell you that I was coming."

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There was a guy riding through the desert on his camel. He had been travelling so long that he felt the need to have sex. Obviously there were no women in the desert so the man turned to his camel.
He tried to position himself to have sex with his camel but the camel ran away. The man ran to catch up to the camel and got back on and started to ride again. Soon he was feeling the urge to have sex again so once again he turned to his camel. The camel refused by running away. So he caught up to it again and go on it again.
Finally after riding the camel through the whole desert the man came to a road. There was a broken down car with three big chested beautiful blondes sitting in it.
He went up to them and asked the women if they needed any help.
The hottest girl said ,"If you fix our car we will do anything you want."
The man luckily knew a thing or two about cars and fixed it in a flash.
When he finished are three girls asked, "How could we ever repay you Mr."
After thinking for a short while he replied,"Could you hold my camel?"

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Two 90 year olds had been dating for a while, when the man told the woman, "Well, tonight's the night we have sex!"
And so they did.
As they are lying in bed afterward, the man thinks to himself, "My God, if I knew she was a virgin, I would have been much more gentle with her!"
And the woman was thinking to herself, "My God, if I knew the old geezer could actually get it up, I would have taken off my panty hose!"

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Steve is shopping for a new motorcycle. He finally finds one for a great price, but it's missing a seal, so whenever it rains he has to smear vaseline over the spot where the seal should be.
Anyway, his girlfriend is having him over for dinner to meet her parents. He drives his new bike to her house, where she is outside waiting for him.
"No matter what happens at dinner tonight, don't say a word." She tells him, "Our family had a fight a while ago about doing dishes. We haven't done any since, but the first person to speak at dinner has to do them."
Steve sits down for dinner and it is just how she described it. Dishes are piled up to the ceiling in the kitchen, and nobody is saying a word. So Steve decides to have a little fun. He grabs his girlfriend, throws her on the table and has sex with her in front of her parents.
His girlfriend is a little flustered, her dad is obviously livid, and her mom horrified when he sits back down, but no one says a word. A few minutes later he grabs her mom, throws her on the table and does a repeat performance. Now his girlfriend is furious, her dad is boiling, and her mother is a little happier.
But still there is complete silence at the table. All of a sudden there is a loud clap of thunder, and it starts to rain. Steve remembers his motorcycle. He jumps up and grabs his jar of vaseline.
Upon witnessing this, his girlfriend's father backs away from the table and screams, "OKAY, ENOUGH ALREADY, I'LL DO THE FUCKING DISHES"

Ninja Love

2007-12-06T12:47:00.001-06:00

I don't know why, but the Ninja cracks me up. :) There are all sorts of clips on his site. I know, I have an odd sense of humor. lol

Dead man's come

2007-12-06T10:36:00.001-06:00

There is nothing less sexy than having sex with a completely lifeless partner. Seriously. Not hot.

I wanted Rick so badly yesterday. It was that type of hunger that a dildo or vibrator couldn't even begin to quench. I wanted that connection, the heat, the passion. I got the complete polar opposite.

When he came into bed, I came in close to him and nuzzled his neck, running my fingers through his chest hair. I let my hands wander around on his body and felt his cock coming to life. I decided to help things along and get him nice and wet for me, so I took him in my mouth.

I licked and I sucked that dick with a hungry desire to soon have it plunged deep inside of my waiting, aching pussy. All the while, he lay there, limp and silent. Not a tiny moan escaping his lips, not a hand reaching for me, nothing. No sign at all that he was either enjoying himself or not, just dead silence.

I reposition myself and take him deeper down my throat, humming, letting him feel the vibrations along with the heat as my hand slides up and down his shaft.

Still nothing. I wonder if he is even still breathing, when before I know it, and with no warning at all, he comes in my mouth.

Game over.

No fucking.

He rolls over and turns on his alarm, leaving me highly irritated and completely unsatisfied. I think that qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment. *pout*

Stranded Pt 1

2007-12-05T09:21:00.001-06:00

Taking a step in another direction for the story this week. This one was an idea that was given to me when I was requesting story ideas a few years ago. Wow, was that really years ago? lol Anyway, it is a little bit longer than I expected, so I am splitting it into parts. Wondering now if the person who sent me the idea will even remember. lol We shall see! :) Enjoy!

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It was late and dark. Very dark. She was driving in the middle of nowhere it seemed, having taken a wrong turn off of the interstate trying to find a gas station, The low fuel light was flashing, demanding her attention, but she was completely out of place in her surroundings. It was a business trip that pulled her away from home, and she shook her head as she started to get a little panicked that she would run out of gas where no one would even know to find her.

It was cold outside, the bitter cold wind slightly pushing at her car as she drove. It was the cold that kept her from getting out of the car to fill up at the last gas station she had seen, but that was hours ago. She spotted another turn coming up and decided to chance it, hoping and praying to find a service station. The further she drove, the darker it seemed to get, and the thinner the road became, until it abruptly turned into a dirt road.

"Shit, shit, shit!" she hissed under her breath.

Tiny little snow flakes began to fall from the velvet sky as the dirt road turned into what looked like a driveway. Her headlights showed a small cabin, far ahead in the distance, and then she saw movement. A tall, dark figure holding a rather large ax as he split firewood outside of that small cabin. And then, in the middle of this isolated driveway, the car sputtered and died, the last fume of gasoline finally gone.

She kept her eyes fixated on the ax, suddenly remembering every single backwoods, hillbilly horror movie she had ever seen. A deep gulp as the dark figure paused and looked out at her car, walking towards her, ax still planted firmly in hand.

He squinted at the brightness of the car's headlights, and as he approached, she saw those gorgeous, piercing sky blue eyes. He was tall and muscular, and he was very handsome. He smiled at her as she rolled down her window.

"Hi there. I'm so sorry, I got lost out here, I must have taken a few wrong turns. It seems I overestimated my car's gas tank." She nervously smiled at the stranger as he chuckled and eyed the out of state plates, taking in the sight of his unexpected visitor.

She definitely looked out of place here, driving her BMW and having those perfectly manicured nails. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Gorgeous, dark brown doe eyes looked up at him and seemed to search him for signs of danger.

"You're actually pretty lucky you found yourself up here, there isn't another driveway for miles and that road you were driving is a dead end."

He watches her shiver as a gust of wind rushes into her open car window and steals her breath away.

"Come on," he says, as he reaches down and opens her car door. "Come and warm yourself inside my cabin. I have a nice fire going in there. I would take you to the nearest service station, but its pretty late and they will be closed. I'll take you first thing in the morning though."

His warm, inviting smile melted her fears and she gladly climbed out of her car. "Thank you so much, I really appreciate it," she says as he offers her his hand, guiding her up the driveway in the dark, up to his cabin door. "Maybe there is a motel or something that I can stay in out here? I don't want to put you out or anything."

"Oh please, little ol' you couldn't put me out, don't worry. It would be my pleasure to put you up for the night. I don't get much company up here, believe it or not."

Again he chuckled, putting her at ease as they stepped into the small cabin. The fire place took up the better part of the back wall, nearest to the bed. There was a large fuzzy rug in front of the fire, and she quickly made herself over to the heat.

"My name is James, by the way," he said as he closed the door behind him, arms full of firewood.

"Nice to meet you, James. My name is Angela." She smiled and watched him as he shed his thick coat.

"Can I take yours?" She nodded and he walked over to her, sliding the material off of her shoulders and then hanging it up next to his near the door. She looked around the cabin, it was cozy and kept very clean with no signs of human remains to be seen. Letting out a tiny sigh of relief, she sat down in front of the fire, rubbing her hands together and trying to fight off the chill as the wind howled violently outside.

He sat down next to her, large bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. He took a swig and then offered it to her. She wasn't much for the hard liquors, but she knew it would help warm her so she accepted the offer. The first drink reminded her why she didn't drink Jack Daniels. It was acrid and it burned all the way down. Her face twisted as she swallowed and he laughed. With determination, she decided to quickly take another drink, quick and easy.

"Watch that third sip, its a doozy!" She laughed, spilling some of the whiskey on her shirt as she choked down that third sip, surrendering the bottle. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed, those pretty lips smiling back at him.

"So, what brings you out this way? I gather you aren't from around here."

"You gather correctly," she giggled. "No, I am out here on business, was just on my way home actually."

"Do you have somebody waiting for you at home?" He asked her as he looked down at her hand, not seeing any rings resembling a wedding band.

She looked at him, he was even more gorgeous here in the warm glow of the fire. He was sitting very close to her, she took in a deep breath, smelling his rugged scent and closing her eyes. It had been a while since she was in the company of a man, and she was letting her desires, and perhaps the whiskey, cloud her judgment. She stared into those beautiful eyes, watching him smile as he tried to read her face for clues.

"Nope. Nobody's waiting for me." Her eyes wandered all over his body, imagining what it would feel like to touch him, to be touched by him.

She wouldn't have to wait long to find out.

Hot Guys

2007-12-04T11:58:00.000-06:00

Why are men that are good with their hands so amazingly hot to me? Show me a man that knows his way around a car, can fix the furnace when it goes out, is just generally mechanically inclined and my temperature rises.

Muy caliente!

Apparently it goes both ways.

I played Miss Fixit yesterday and tinkered around with Rick's car. Nothing big, he was having an issue with the heat dial not working. It had actually snapped off. POS car, but we won't go into that right now. Anyway, the way it broke, you couldn't reach the nub to turn it, even with a pair of pliers. So he ended up taking my car to work, and I had the time to research on the internet and come up with a temporary fix. Gotta love the world wide web.

Just went in under the dash and fiddled around a bit, looking for the "white thingy" that some guy was describing on the message board that I found. It worked, heat came blasting out and I felt pretty damned proud of myself. (it doesn't take much, I assure you :) lol)

So when Rick came home last night, I was very happy to tell him what I had done.

"I fixed your heater," I said as he walked through the door and placed his things down.

"You did what?"

I explained to him what I did and watched the smile creep onto his face as he pulled me close to him.

"So I have myself a hot little mechanic here, huh," he purred and I felt him pressed up against me, growing, pulsing.

"You like that, do you?"

"I do," as he kisses my neck.

"Then come and show me."

Mmmm, and he definitely showed me!

Whipped

2007-11-29T08:24:00.000-06:00

Rick was telling me about his day as I flopped down on the bed, half way listening to what he was saying as I stared out the window, watching the last leaf trying desperately to fall off of the big tree in the side yard.

He was getting undressed to climb into the shower before he had to dash out again. When he slid off his belt, he folded it over and clapped it, making that delicious leather slap noise. I closed my eyes, and then felt a slight sting as he whipped my ass with his belt.

I think he expected me to protest.

I didn't.

He did it again. This time, just a little bit harder. A pause as he expected me to whine or perhaps even jump up and playfully slap him.

Nothing. I enjoyed it.

He didn't have time to play, so he chuckled as he started up the shower and I was left lying on the bed, slight heat and stinging on my bottom flesh as I closed my eyes and finished off the fantasy in my head.

He has this nasty habit of starting things up and leaving them unfinished that drives me crazy. Not good crazy. Irritated crazy.

When he stepped out of the shower, he had to walk past me naked to get to his dresser. I seized the moment to repay him, and took his cock deeply into my mouth, licking and sucking him, feeling him growing harder and bigger on my tongue. He had no taste, being scrubbed clean, but he felt so good in my mouth.

Using my hand on his slick shaft, I rubbed him in unison with my lips. He starting moaning and placed his hand on my head as he looked down and watched me.

And then I stopped.

"You don't have time for this do you? You have to get going." I smiled, stood up and walked out of the bedroom, happy to see the pout on his face.

When he walked out the front door, he whispered in my ear, "We have unfinished business here, we will resolve this later."

And that is exactly what I wanted to hear.

I'm lazy, I admit it

2007-11-28T18:08:00.000-06:00

Last year, after neglecting my blog for so long, I went through and deleted all of the dead links, and there were loads. But there were still a few of my favourites going strong, and I was happy to be able to catch up with them.

Now even most of those are dead or completely missing. I miss so many of my blogger friends, I know that we really used to have a good time on here, through commenting on each other's blogs, emails, etc.

*sigh*

Things change I suppose. I have always hated change.

I suck at updating my links, and I apologize for that. Its the HTML that makes my eyes cross and makes me wary of even messing with it, fearful that I may just muck everything up by mistake. I know, thats the lazy way out.

To my blogger friends who are still reachable and out there reading this, hello! To my new friends, and friends to be made, hello to you as well!

If I have somehow missed your new blog, if you are out there and I just don't know it, email me.

Confessions: Part 2

2007-11-28T11:43:00.000-06:00

"Hey baby, did you miss me?"

I quickly recognize the Australian love machine, and roll my eyes beneath closed lids.

"Hey yourself, big boy! You know I missed you, Derek. I am so happy to see you again!"

I lie. I hate Derek. There are so few of my men that I hate, but Derek is one of them.

"Yeah, I bet you did, bitch. You got cobwebs in your pussy? Been a while since you had me. Bet you're all dried up, aren't you?"

Charming as ever. I smile and pretend that he is wonderful.

"Oh no, of course not, baby! You make me so hot and wet just thinking of you, I could never dry up! I have to play with myself all the time when you aren't here, because I get so horny thinking of your big, huge cock!"

"Get naked."

Derek likes to play very rough, and often likes to wrap his hand tightly around my throat, choking me as he fucks me and shoves his fingers in my ass. He likes to watch the look of fear, as you wonder whether or not he will go too far and actually strangle you. He chuckles and gets off on the thought.

"Gag on my cock, bitch."

He shoves his cock deeply into my mouth and grips tightly at my ears and hair, fucking my face like some cheap sex toy, tears filling my eyes as I gag on him. This is what he wants.

"I'm going to cum on your face."

He pulls out and covers my face with his squirts, hitting my eye, making it burn before he slaps my cheek, coating his hand with his sperm that he quickly wipes in my hair, using me as his towel. Fucking, or rather, being fucked by Derek is like getting raped, and the more horrified that I am, the more and the quicker he gets off. He is nasty and abusive. He was arrested for beating his wife so badly that she ended up in hospital for days. He pretends to be remorseful about it, but I know better. I wonder if she hates him as much as I do.

Its funny

2007-11-24T16:44:00.000-06:00

I woke up on Wednesday morning, remembering a very vivid dream. In my dream, I was of all things, blogging. I woke up missing this blog, feeling bad for having been so neglectful, for losing touch with my blogger friends.

And so I blogged. :)

What I find funny, is after I made my post and was glancing at my blog, I noticed that the last entry was dated November 21, 2006. That was exactly one year to the day. Eerie, yeah?

To T and runr53, a great big hug and juicy kiss for making this girl smile and feel good. Its nice to be remembered. Love you guys.

xoxo

ps

Look for the next installment to Confessions on Wednesday, or as I have always liked to call it, Hump Day. :)

Confessions : Part 1

2007-11-21T07:49:00.000-06:00

I sit comfortably in my big, over sized chair, tucked away in the corner of my bedroom, and I wait. Grocery list, errands to be run, dinner menu, kids schedules all running through my mind when I get called to duty. I take a quick sip of water and prepare to perform.

"Hi babes, names Simon, 43. Looking for a good time, can you help?"

Nothing at all distinguishes this man from any other, right down to the cheesy pick up line. He has already bored me, but he will never know that.

"Well hello there, Simon, sweetheart! Goodness, you do sound like quite a naughty boy! I like to think that I can help you out, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself, love?"

I already know whats coming. A dramatized description of his humongous penis, so big he doesn't know if I will be able to take it all. He'll tell me that he looks just like Brad Pitt, when we both know that he looks more like the creepy guy on the bus that stares at you entirely too long before shooting you his "sexy" snaggle-toothed-come-hither grin.

Its not long at all before I am his obedient little whore, telling him how good his cock feels deep inside my pussy. Inevitably, he'll want to flip me over and fuck my ass, hard and strong, before he comes all over my face. I tell him how yummy his cream is, and what an amazing fuck he is.

"Hunni, I love you so much. xx", he says.

I don't know why they always feel compelled to tell me that. Whether its just habit, guilty conscience or perhaps in their own little world, they actually do believe that. I know that some of them do. I become their daily addiction. For whatever reason the world has cheated them out of a lover and a soul mate, and they fill that void with me. Part of me feels flattered, while the other part wishes they would wake up and move on. I never let that part of me show though, because I need them as much as they need me.

I cringe when they tell me how much they have spent on me. I know that they need that money for rent, food, and in some cases their families. Every once in a while, my heart bleeds through and I tell them to take a break, to come back to me when their funds allow. I tell them that I will always be there when they need me, and beg them to be careful with their money. But they never listen. They just come back to me that much more often. Deeper both in love and in debt.

Its hard not to feel close to some of the men. The regulars. They share every aspect of their life with you, their joys and their pains. With every tear I kiss away, it becomes harder to push them out of my thoughts when they leave. I wonder if they are still mourning the loss of their loved one, or the end of their marriage. I find myself genuinely hoping that they get through the pain quickly and with no scars. When they share good news with me, I smile, and I am truly happy for them. This is dangerous territory to be in.

As Simon leaves me, he promises to be back very soon. He tells me how wonderful I am and that he can't wait to spend time with me again very soon. I smile, knowing that he will return. He isn't gone but for a moment before my attentions are already focused on someone else.

Time Travel

2006-11-21T09:03:00.000-06:00

After spending the last two months half way around the world, I can't help but feel 'off' now that I am safely home. I'm tired, my days and nights are confused, I'm emotionally exhausted. Anything for a friend, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

I need a nap. Come snuggle up with me and make it better.

xoxo

Long Week...

2006-09-11T16:56:00.000-05:00

Just got back from a trip of rather unpleasant circumstances. I'm jetlagged and emotionally exhausted.

Time to jump into bed and rest up. Anyone care to join me? ;)

xoxo

Stormy

2006-08-31T19:20:00.000-05:00

Its nice and warm outside, and we've just been hit with a surprise thunderstorm. I so desperatly want to go outside with Rick, letting the cool drops soak us while we lose ourselves in passionate kisses. Groping soggy, newly transparent articles of clothing until we stumble to the soft blanket of the freshly mowed lawn. Bits of grass sticking to our exposed skin as we personify the rapture of Mother Nature's shower with wanton lovemaking.

I want it so bad I ache.

Up and down with the man in brown

2006-08-30T08:35:00.000-05:00

I don't know why I let myself feel so low with Rick's rejection. Being turned down time after time tends to make one feel rather undesireable. Fat, ugly, etc. I know thats not true.

I lay in my chaise lounge yesterday, basking in the last days of summer. Looking down the length of my frame revealed a body that is trimmer, and in better shape than before ever having children. Beneath the bikini bottom, hides a perfectly trimmed mound that has not been touched by anyone but me and my imagination in weeks.

Imagination and batteries can only do so much before the body revolts and demands more.

Hypnotized by the warmth of the sun and lost in my thoughts, I didn't even hear his truck pull up.

"Hello!"

I look up, surprised and still slightly enraptured with the heat of the sun that has wrapped itself around me. It takes just a moment to register his face.

"Hi, Dom!" I stretched as I rose, releasing the trance and headed over to him. Dominic is the UPS guy, a regular at my house both delivering and picking up packages for me. He is very easy on the eyes and always happy to help any way he can.

"Got anything for me today?"

I nodded as I walked towards him and pointed to the stack of packages easily visible through the back porch window.

He looked me up and down, clicking his tongue, "Driving the neighborhood men crazy in that tiny bikini again, I see."

"Well, not my man," I pouted as we headed to the sliding glass doors. "Hes made me feel like an ugly cow these last few weeks."

"Criminal," he said as he shook his head.

I turned around to face him, nipples hard and poking through the thin material of my top, skin moist from tanning oil. "Do you know that my husband hasn't even touched me in over two weeks?"

I could feel him ripping my suit off with is eyes. His breath quickened as he licked his top lip and replied, "He doesn't know how lucky he is."

"Do you want to get lucky, Dominic?" I stepped closer to him, almost touching as I read his face.

"Well, of course I would, but..." I placed my finger on his lip, hushing him as my other hand released my top. Leaning against his body, I grabbed his large, muscular hands and put them on my hips, removing the fabric that hid my excitement.

Unzipping the brown shorts, I pulled his cock out, squeezing it before turning around and bending over.

My hands held on to the patio chair as he entered my lonely pussy and slowly began to thrust. My breasts swayed with the motion, moans escaping my lips and relief rushing over every inch of my body.

"Mmmm....oh, yes.....fuck me...fuck my pussy, Dom..."

He grunted and groaned, his hips moving faster, the material of his shorts tickling my ass. His hands dug deep into the flesh of my hips as he pounded harder and harder.

"Oh, fuck!," he exclaimed as he pulled out and sprayed my rump and the deck below with his climax.

Satiated to finally remember what it feels like to have a man between my legs, I sat back in the patio chair and noticed the coconut scented oil marks on Dom's uniform where my breasts touched his chest, and where my legs and bottom slapped against his crotch.

"Ummm......" he zipped up and composed himself. "I should get those packages..."

I pointed him to the glass doors and watched him collect the boxes. Coming back outside, he smiled as he walked down the steps.

"Wil you need me tomorrow?" he asked.

"I may have a box waiting for you," I say as my hand slithers down my body and brushes over my pussy lips.

Imagination and batteries can only do so much before the body revolts and demands more. Batteries may die, but the imagination will always run wild. At least in my imagination I still get regular fucks.

How I've felt these last few weeks...

2006-08-26T21:14:00.000-05:00

(click title)

Yeah, I'm bitching and being petty about it, but dammit, I'm allowed to pout. ;)

xoxo

2006-08-26T21:00:00.000-05:00

Mat Weddle of Obadiah Parker -

A beautiful voice, and the best version of 'Hey Ya' I've heard yet.

Sexless

2006-08-25T12:39:00.000-05:00

I have been blown off more times than I care to count in the last two weeks when trying to get intimate with Rick. This has had me porn surfing and masturbating like a highschool boy, nearing obsession.

Last night I was blown off all evening, until Rick decided he finally could spare me a minute of his precious time for a quickie......but I was not interested and nothing happened.

I was/am mad and I let that push him away. And I didn't/don't care.

August 17

2006-08-17T17:13:00.000-05:00

This date has been a tough one for six years now. I have my rituals to help me cope, but its still fresh enough to really sting.

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Kevin's Law passed legislation last year.

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The Tube

2006-08-14T15:04:00.000-05:00

So a friend of mine has recently gotten me hooked on YouTube. I'm probably one of the last people on the planet to hear about it, as usual. lol

Anyway, recent navigation through the site brought me to a popular item commonly uploaded. Men masturbating through clothing, loose pants, shorts, underwear, whatever. The idea is intriguing, and I've seen quite a few that I definetly enjoyed. Most never climax, but I have seen a couple that did, leaving growing wet spots on their clothing while their meat throbbed beneath.

Every once in awhile, a glimpse of skin will peek out. Just enough to let your imagination go wild, and definetly good fodder for those times when your lover just happens to bear the same name as you.

To the masturbating men on the Tube, keep it up boys! Please! I rather enjoy your hard work. ;)

Goddamned game

2006-08-13T21:09:00.000-05:00

I spent the day being a domestic goddess. I cooked, cleaned and pampered the entire family enough to put Donna Reed to shame. Freshly showered and ready to rumble in the sheets, I find myself alone, no Rick in sight. Just the sounds of electronic bleeps and bloops coming from downstairs where hes camped out.

I've made my intentions quite clear, and lost out to the damned video game.

*pout*

2006-08-13T00:48:00.000-05:00

Temperature

Love this song and video~ makes me wiggle my ass and dance every time. ;)

xoxo

Endlessly Amusing

2006-08-11T12:27:00.000-05:00

Groomer Wanted

2006-08-11T08:40:00.000-05:00

Must have good personal relation skills and pleasant disposition. Must enjoy and have prior experience with pussy, and be masterful with clippers and the delicate procedure of shaving said pussy. Salary sucks.......anytime and anywhere you please. Serious inquirys only.

Would you shave your partner? And would it be a turn on? Rick has mentioned several times that he would, even setting a specific date to do so, but has yet to follow through. Of course, if he doesn't want to do it, I would never expect him to. But he likes me bare, and he made the offer all on his own, so I assumed he was interested if not excited to do it. Guess I was wrong.... *pout*

Change

2006-08-10T10:46:00.000-05:00

I actually went through my blog links list and weeded out the dead or broken links today. I was surprised to see some bloggers gone without a trace, their sites already claimed by someone else. I was also surprised, and happy, to see some familiar faces still posting away. A few ended their blogs and moved on with their lives, their needed therapy achieved and happiness restored. I am happy for those friends, and wish them continued happiness. A few blogs went sour, ending on sad notes. I wish those friends happiness and healing.

Some blogs went into directions I disagree with, and being goddess of my domain, I deleted them. Oh, but to possess that power in reality!

Blogs are funny things. They are birthed for a multitude of different reasons, treated well while needed, and thrown in the corner and neglected when the novelty wears off. I don't think thats necessarily a bad thing.

I have had good and bad experiences with blogging. The best being lessons learned, friends made, and progress made in my personal life. The worst being false friendships, being stalked, and the pile of laundry that piled up as I immersed myself in other people's life stories.

Everyone wants to be heard, to have their voice count, opinion matter. And it does, be it electronically through cyber space or even silently in your own heart.

Post Partum Sex

2006-02-23T19:00:00.000-06:00

I left the hospital horny as ever, desperatly wanting to be with Rick. Some people resume sex immediatly, but that wasn't for me. I was inevitably sore, and didn't want to jump back into the saddle too quickly.

So I hungered for Rick with such desire, I nearly drove myself crazy.

As the six week mark approached, my desire plummeted greatly. So much so, it actually completely disappeared. I chose to exclusively breastfeed, and the overflow of estrogen just stomped out my libido like you wouldn't believe. When Rick touched me, my eyes rolled deeply into back of my head as hoped desperatly that he would roll over and just go to sleep.

Six months later, things are slowly getting better. I have my moments, but Rick's usually not home when I do. lol

Office Wanking.....

2006-02-18T21:20:00.000-06:00

Hump Day

2006-02-15T19:37:00.000-06:00

Its been a while since I've done this.....but didn't Hump Day used to mean something around here?

Hmmmmmm.........

Maybe a story will jog my memory.....

Possession
**********

Her hands wouldn't stop shaking. She began wringing them together as a nervous alternative. She was sitting at the end of the bed closest to the door in the hotel room. She was waiting to meet him in their usual place, but this time it wasn't sex on her mind; it was ending this affair before it ended her sanity.

She curled her toes in and out of her heeled sandals, red polish that matched her red scarf tied at her throat flashed from her toes. She wore her simple short black skirt today and a simple low necked white blouse. She had come straight from work and an important meeting to be here. It was in this meeting that she had decided that these secret meetings must end.

He had been there today. His company was taking over her own. They had brought the two staffs together to discuss the changes. Taylor didn't hear any of them. She had been too busy watching him while pretending not to watch him from across the board room. When it had been his turn to speak, this task was more difficult, awkward. He had refused to stop staring at her the whole time that he was talking. More than one person noticed. The engagement ring on her left hand suddenly felt like a hot brand burning her skin. It might as well have been with the way he was staring at it. She never wore it in front of him.

He was too obvious. People were talking now, and it wouldn't take long with the merger until David knew. David was her fiancé and one of the partners at the firm. Thank God he was away on other business today. David. He was a good man, but there was some type of animalistic passion that seemed to overpower her when Jack was around.

Jack. Tall, dark, and staring dangerously at her in that board room. It made her realize how much her secret affair with him would hurt David. The minute she let herself meet his gaze in the meeting and he had stopped talking and smiled triumphantly, smugly, she knew that fate would fall fast if she didn't end it.

She wanted to take off her shoes, but feared the need for a fast escape. She should have just phoned, but that would have been the easy way out. She knew that there would be nothing easy about this. Nothing was easy about Jack. In her thoughts came the flashing images of the times they had shared in rooms before this one. There were things that Jack made her feel that no man had ever come close to doing. She had never known what true sexual passion could be until she had finally given in to his advances. What had followed was 3 months of late night meetings, weekly afternoons at out of the way hotels, and hours of guilt over moments of pleasure. She just couldn't do it anymore.

She suddenly stood up. The bed was not the place to be sitting with these thoughts. It would be too easy to give in once again. She opted for the chair by the window instead. In route to the chair, the door opened. Jack was there.

He still had on his suit. He had been at the office when she left and assumed he'd come directly after. She had been right.

His gray suit still looked as sleek and deadly on him as it had in the board room. He looked just as dangerous and smug in their private room as he had in the board room. He leaned against the wall beside the bathroom and stared at her the same way he had only a few hours earlier.

Under his stare, she felt like a trapped animal, panic setting in before anger. "What you did today was hateful," Taylor didn't recognize her own voice as she spoke to him. It shook and was meek, not anything like her normal proud, husky tone.

Jack was unphased, he continued to stare. "It was necessary," came his reply, the only sign of emotion from him was the slight tick in his right jaw. A jaunty pulse of flesh that at other times had made Taylor aroused instantly. This time it made her feel fear.

Fear. He could smell it on her and it seemed to arouse him. She sat in the chair, her arms clutching the small arms of the seat on either side. Her legs were pressed tight together, with her feet looking bowed inward as they were planted on the floor. Her perfectly round breasts that fit just right in his palms were moving up and down under that white blouse in her nervousness. Through the low neckline he could watch her cleavage rise and fall just below that red scarf that waved like a red flag. She still had on that damn ring.

She tilted her head up and straightened herself under his slowly smoldering stare. "People are talking about us."

He moved from the wall and began his way towards her. He loosened his tie as he went. "It was necessary."

She leaned back in the chair, his coming near making her want to move back farther. Her pulse pounded in her throat, "The way you were looking at me, Jack."

He dropped his keys on the dresser, his tie free. "It was necessary." He moved slowly towards her; taking his time to undress as he went.

"You made yourself obvious," she watched him steadily nearing her. The tie was on the floor, his hands unbuttoning his jacket next.

He slipped his jacket onto one of the double beds. "It was necessary."

"We're going to be working together, it's only a matter of time before people figure it out." She began looking for alternative exits. The only way to get around him was to dive over a bed; a risk that she was afraid would have the opposite affect as to what she came to do.

His shirt he unbuttoned and pulled free of his pants. He slipped it off as he reached her in her chair. "It was necessary." His knee touched hers slightly.

She was level with his navel. She could see his half arousal in the outline of his pants. She stared at it dazed for an instant by the sight and the touch of his knee on her own. She then raised her gaze to meet his own. "Thank God David wasn't there."

Jack pressed his knee between her own, then knelt and parted her legs at the same time. He held her there, he knees under his arms, and held her chin in his hand. His gaze was murder and determination. "I told you to never say that name in front of me." His thumb pulled her bottom lip down slowly. He watched her pulse beat under her scarf then he said again, "It was necessary."

Panic closed in sharply. Taylor decided to make a break for it. In an instant she leapt from the chair and sprang towards the bed. He caught her just as her knee landed on the edge of the first one.

He pressed her face down to the mattress, her feet hanging off the bed. He pressed his own body down on top of hers and pulled her back until she was bent over the edge of the bed. His hips were pressed to hers and his chest now bare warmed her back. She fought him. She was horrified that her body was responding heatedly to him even as her brain was trying to find means of escape. He held her hands against the bed and kissed her ear.

"Taylor," he spoke hotly in her ear. His tongue traced the lobe, flicking slowly at the inner most part. "When are you going to realize," he pressed her hands into the bed with his own. She could feel his arousal pressing hard against her rounded ass. The feel of him hard and strong against her made her shamefully wet. He knew full well what he was doing. He took the moment of her change from flight to arousal to reach under their bodies for her breasts. He cupped each one in a hand, holding them firmly, then thrusting against her ass with his, "You belong to me."

His grip on her chest became harder, he reached for her nipples and pinched them into painful points. His legs covered her own and held her in place. She was bent to his own contours and helpless against the hard arousal running back and forth against her ass cheeks. The intensity of the moment made her moan deep inside herself.

It was all he needed. He took his hands and ripped her shirt open in a quick jerk leaving her in the scarf and small white lace bra. She reached to claw at him with her hands but he pressed her back down to the bed with a hand in the small of her back. The other hand moved to flip her skirt up over her ass. He fingered her small lace bikini then slipped two fingers inside against the warm wet mound he was pressing into the edge of the bed.

The sound he made was possessive and masculine when he discovered she was hot and sleek under him. Her mind may be having second thoughts, but her body knew where she belonged. Spreading her legs apart, he inserted his first two fingers inside of her, while his thumb rubbed the inner most part of her passion.

She had stopped fighting him. She was fighting herself now, trying not to enjoy the feelings he was giving her. He took this time to undo her bra, and open his own fly. His arousal free, he pressed it against her ass, as his fingers began to pick up their pace working purposely inside of her.

She found herself pressing against him. His hands were driving her wild. The nervous energy she had built up waiting for him, waiting to break up had turned into an electrical current of passion. He was slowly drawing her to the edge of her mind in passion.

"Tell me," he said low somewhere near her ear. She could feel his chest hot just inches off her back. His fingers continued their sweet torture on her body. His free hand was stroking the middle of her back.

Taylor made a sound like a gasp and a groan from the bed. She could only focus on the pleasure that was being brought up inside of her.

Jack's hand became more determined working in and out of her body, his other hand gripping a hip and pulling her ass off the bed higher against his own thick shaft. "Tell me, Taylor, that you're mine."

His thumb was pressing harder in small circles against her throbbing clit. His other hand moved to open her petals wider as his arousal slid against the back of her ass. She was close to cumming.

He knew this. He felt her tighten on his fingers. He felt the exact moment her body began to move with him instead of trying to keep him from being inside. "Say it," he spoke more forcefully.

Taylor clutched at the bed spread and tried to focus on saying no. She felt her engagement ring cutting into her hand and remembered David. She opened her mouth to say no, and found herself on the verge of intense climax instead. At the same moment, he moved his hands, placed them on her hips and held her there.

In her aroused state, she let her body speak for her brain and spoke the words that would put her out of her sweet misery. "I'm yours."

The words were soft and panted, but it was all Jack needed to hear before he let himself go wild. Quickly he lifted her hips and pressed himself completely inside her wet pussy. When he found himself buried in his lover to the hilt she let out a hard, lusty cry.

He began his possession. Slowly and firmly he fucked her. Pulling out to near completion then thrusting hard and grinding inside. He took her hands in his and held her ringed finger in front of her.

"Open your eyes," he said as he picked up the pace. "I want you to look at this ring when I fuck you." His thrusts were harder than ever before. Her feet bounced off the floor at each impact. "I want you to feel me like this each time you look at the ring another man gave you." The passionate assault continued, building in an intensity that took them both by surprise. Jack bit at her shoulders, gripped at her hands and marked his possession of her with his words at each thrust of their bodies against the bed.

The words "you're mine" became a chant of pleasure as he fucked her hard and steady, the only interruption to the chant were Taylor's own cries. They were cries of passion and of a deep sense of knowing that his words were right. She was wearing another man's ring, she even loved the other man but her body and its passions were claimed solely by the man thrusting so forcefully inside of her.

As he rode out his way to climax, his hands searched her inner bud again. Pinching it between his fingers, he thrust himself one last time. Hot seed filled her, ran down her leg as she found her own release with him inside. He held her under him as she bucked and rocked in the most intense climax she had ever felt. He held her there long after she had collapsed completely under his thighs.

Rolling himself to the side of the bed he stared at her as he caught his breath. She watched him in return; dazed by their encounter for the moment. His jaw was still twitching. There was still anger in his eyes.

He pulled her completely on top of him. With his hands he pressed her ass down to cover his slackened penis. He kissed her hard as he held her there, and then pulled her up by her hair to meet his eyes. They were hot with jealous passion and made her melt inside. "Don't ever try to leave me again."

*****

This feels oddly familiar....

Long time no see...

2006-02-15T17:45:00.000-06:00

Its been awhile since I've visited the Blogger home page. Quite awhile. Too long? Depends on who you ask, I suppose.

Happy belated Valentines, with big sloppy kisses for all who want them.

xoxo

The Aristocrats

2005-07-28T06:48:00.000-05:00

I gotta say, this is a dirty joke that I had never even heard of before seeing Penn Jillette defend it while flipping the channels the other day.

Found a link that shows random versions of the joke, and lets you submit your own here.

Seems each version is a bit more foul than the last, but then, I suppose thats the point.

Barenaked

2005-07-12T09:29:00.000-05:00

Pregnancy induced laziness had resulted in a furry nether region, something that had not been seen in years.

Finally over the novelty, I took a leisurly, hot bath last night and de-fuzzed. The bare skin is refreshing, and I'd nearly forgotton how much sensation the hairy barrier had blocked.

When Rick's hand brushed against bare skin, I swear I could actually hear the excitement in his breath. Though all signs had previously pointed to sleep, he was suddenly engrossed in me.

In a whirl of the sheets, he was between my legs, loving me with his tongue. It was lovely, and I've not felt as irresistable in quite a spell.

Shaving is always a hot button here. Some people are scared silly to have their doctors see them sans fur, and many others have suggested that its unhealthy, especially with an impending birth.

It used to be routine to be shaved before giving birth, and hair or no hair, your genitals are generally doused in antiseptic before any hospital birth. A good razor, generous moisturizing shave gel, and a good soak in a hot bath will cut down if not completely eliminate nicks and cuts. Practice makes perfect, they say.

So I'm bare down there now, and yes, that means my doctor will see how naughty I am.

Tell me...

2005-06-22T16:42:00.000-05:00

Pregnancy:

Sexy or not sexy?

Tired

2005-06-22T11:29:00.000-05:00

My body is tired. Only weeks left in the pregnancy, and my aches and pains make the weeks seem like months.

My libido is in overdrive, peaking in the early afternoon while Rick is still at work. I think of greeting him at the door and immediatly unzipping his pants to give him a blowjob before insisting he fuck me from behind whilst slapping my ass......but when that time rolls around, its all I can do to greet him with a kiss before peeling Play Doh of the kitchen table and starting dinner.

By the time we climb into bed at night, I'm so sleepy my head is already spinning dreams before it hits the pillow.

I'm too tired to even grow frustrated at this pattern.

Now thats a mighty powerful tired.

2005-03-08T11:39:00.000-06:00

On my knees, I leaned across Rick's lap as he sat leisurly on the couch watching television.

"It feels good to stretch out my back like this," I say, my short night shirt riding up and revealing my naked ass to his wandering hand.

He traced circles on my skin, very soft and gentle, before quickly and sharply spanking the exposed skin.

"Oh!", I exclaim, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

He continued this pattern, tender carresses followed by sudden slaps, leaving my behind red and tingling.

I would moan or sigh or let out a small, "ow", only to be met with more spankings and Rick replying,"You like it. Don't pretend like you don't."

Finally, after several moments without touch, I sat up.

"Did you get up because I stopped spanking you?" Rick asked.

"Yes," I thought to myself, but answered "no".

Needy In Italy

2005-03-08T08:49:00.000-06:00

A recent email:

Anthony Need
to me

Mar 3 (5 days ago)

Hi good wife,

I don't Know how, but by surfing on the web I found a picture of you in a site of meeting (so it seems).
I live in Italy and I'd to correspond with u by mail.
Would u like to beginning this corrispondence??

If yes ASAP I'll tell smthg of me at your reply.
If u r not available..., ok it was nice met u in this way as well.I’ll b happy earing soon smthg from u.

****

I find it interesting how the grammar, spelling, etc. quickly diminish after the first sentence and only gets worse. Smells fishy to me.

Anthony, darling, I don't know who you found a picture of, but I doubt its me. And love, I am very happily married.

Have you missed me?

2005-03-07T15:29:00.000-06:00

I can't proclaim myself officially back yet, but Rick has finally got his mind wrapped around a new computer and I can't imagine it to be much longer before I'm back in the saddle.

Interesting reaction from my readers!! From lovely emails from dear friends to conspiracy theories stemming from the fact that I did in fact update my pregnancy blog after temporarily signing off here. Without computer access at home, I was not about to blog my sexcapades on someone else's computer. A simple Pitter Patter update was easily done and not necessary to hide. Goodness, the things ones will think of when given ample time!

Regardless, I've quite a bit of catching up to do, and more than my fair share of emails that deserve responding. I want to personally thank those of you who've sent me well wishes, and spank those of you who deserve spanking. (you know who you are) You'll be hearing from me again shortly.

xoxo

Technical Difficulties

2005-02-02T09:55:00.000-06:00

Our lovely computer has finally bit the big one, rendering me mute in Blogosphere and email. I apologize, and I miss you all.

Its not feasible to continue writing from the computer that I'm using to post this, nor can I think of any other solution, other than to wait until Rick can decide on which computer to order.

It won't be long, not really.

It makes me sad to type this temporary goodbye, but theres just nothing I can do.

I love you guys!

xoxo

To shave or not to shave.....

2005-01-27T08:35:00.000-06:00

Speaking with a girlfriend the other day, the mention of ob gyns came up. She made the comment that she'd have to postpone her yearly exam for at least a month or two because she had recently shaved herself bare for her boyfriend.

I'm always perplexed when I hear this sort of response. Are you to tell me that a doctor who specializes in pussys has never seen one bare? Or that they give a crap either way how you maintain yourself, so long as you're clean? Please, I think they have better things to do in their life than to be shocked and amazed at such things.

I like to be clean shaven, and have absolutely no problem with letting my doctor see that. Not once has she ever made comment on my grooming, nor has she gasped at the presentation of naked skin.

Granted, keeping up the bare snatch will prove impossible in several months when I can no longer see what I'm doing, but then I can still at least be well groomed. If only Rick could be convinced to take up the chore.....

Don't not shave for the sake of your doctor. Please. Its just silly.

Stories from the Emergency Clinic

2005-01-25T09:33:00.000-06:00

Working in the emergency clinic, we were used to getting frantic phone calls from pet owners, describing terrible accidents in scant details before we told them to rush right over. From car accidents to animal fights and everything inbetween. We saw it all.

It was a slow afternoon, and when the phone rang we were actually looking foward to doing something, wrapping our brains around a crisis and solving the problem. The receptionist answered the phone, and I could hear the frantic voice on the other line desperatly trying to describe what had happened to his dog. I didn't catch all the details, but was filled in as Tammy hung up the phone.

"They've got a young dog who they think may have an exposed hernia or was in some sort of dog fight or car accident that left a hole big and deep enough for intestines to pop out."

This sounded serious, and so everyone prepared for the worst and waited for the dog to arrive.

Ten minutes later, a car pulled up and out came a young couple in their twenties carrying a young Jack Russel. The dog was smiling and looking around as the young man carried him wrapped in a blanket to the door. Uncharacteristicly stoic for a hurt Jack Russel, I thought to myself.

As they hurried in, the girl said that they had just called about the possible hernia or dog fight and so I rushed them into a room to examine the dog.

Upon removing the blanket, I expected a pool of blood, and had gauze to apply pressure where needed. No blood. There was no protruding guts, no sign of injury at all.

Quizzically, I looked at the owners expecting some explanation as the woman sat in the corner and wiped tears from her eyes. "I don't understand," I said, "Where is he hurt? I don't see any sign of injury at all."

The man took a deep gulp and replied, "Its awful, it came out of there," he pointed to the dog's penis. "We don't know if he was hit by a car or what, but it looked like intestines or something falling out."

The little dog wagged his butt as I patted his head and smiled.

"I think what you saw was his penis," I say to them.

"Oh no! You don't understand. This looked like guts."

"Well, they aren't pretty, if thats what you mean," I replied.

They were unconvinced, so the doctor came in to examine the poor dog. After a few minutes, he was able to get the dog's penis to peek out a bit, causing the woman to cry again and the man to look away in disgust, thinking he was looking at some major injury jutting out of his dog.

"What you saw," the doctor explained," was Henry's first erection. He was probably overexcited. He is perfectly fine though."

The man looked again at the protruding blob and made a horrible face at the realization of what he had witnessed. The woman stopped crying and turned a bright shade of red.

"So, Henry is okay?" she asked.

"Henry is perfectly fine," the doctor assured her.

They scooped the dog up in his blanket and made a very calm and quiet exit, relieved that Henry would live to see another day.

Nocturnal Orgasms

2005-01-24T07:52:00.000-06:00

I know I've talked about it quite a few times before, and I've grown curious as to why such a thing happens and how common it really is.

The last three nights in a row, I've had very vivid erotic dreams that end with me waking up and experiencing an intense orgasm. More intense even than those acquired through intercourse or other intimate means with Rick or even through masturbation. Friday night's dream brought on such a powerful climax, that I had abdominal cramps for a few minutes, something I've been assured is normal and completely unharmful to the little peanut in my tummy.

Anyway, I found it interesting that the first several searches I came across, mostly religious it would seem, blamed the phenomenon on the devil or demons.

Medieval theologians posited the existence of "incubi," demons who had intercourse with women while they slept (the "succubus" is the equivalent for males). Witches claimed to have had intercourse with the devil in this way, and were sometimes put to death on account of it--a grim indication of the depth of male paranoia regarding female sexual response.

One site with a resident "Dr" noted that nocturnal orgasms are caused when the 'epicenter' or female prostate is compressed perhaps by a tilted uterus during sleep. I don't have a tilted uterus, and these dreams occur in several different sleep positions which would seem to cancel out some sort of compression or other disorder causing the contractions.

Another study suggested that the person experiencing the 'wet dreams' was fufilling through sleep what they were neglected in their sex life. This is laughable to me, at least in my situation.

Isn't it possible that nocturnal orgasms are simply caused by a vivid imagination and the ability to turn yourself on? A simple sexual release, rather than some sort of odd disorder? I enjoy these dreams very much, and have never felt that they were an illness or some sign of sexual frustrations.

Its certainly a nice way to start the day.

Tell me....

2005-01-21T09:06:00.000-06:00

While parking late at night, you slightly scrape the side of a Porsche. You are certain no one else is aware of what happened. The damage is minor and would not be covered by insurance. Would you leave a note?

Drama

2005-01-20T08:19:00.000-06:00

One of my girlfriends is notorious for going ridiculous amounts of time with no contact whatsoever, and then calling with a major life crisis. Basically, she calls when she needs/wants something.

After nearly two years of not hearing from Alicia, she called to tell me she was getting married and invited me to attend her wedding, two days from the phone call. My mother was in the hospital, and I had a new baby to care for, so the short notice wasn't enough for me to attend.

We soon met her husband, Aaron, and he got along really well with Rick, so I tried very hard to try and keep her in my life by going out and doing things together. This was fine for a short time, but soon she fell back into old habits and I didn't hear from her again except for the occasional fowarded email chain letter, etc.

Nearly seven months from hearing from her last, she called me one day last week leaving this message on my machine, "Hi GW, its me. I just wanted to call and talk to you for a few minutes, since I probably won't be able to talk to you again for a really really long time. I'm getting divorced and moving out of state. Call me."

What?!

Upon calling, I come to find out that she and Aaron had been having a really tough time together, and that she felt she was just his whore, that he wanted her for sex alone. They fought constantly, and she had decided to move out on New Years Eve.

Two days before, she was having a heart to heart with Aaron, trying to work things out. She sipped from a soda as they talked, and then went downstairs to smoke a cigarette with Aaron's friend, sipping from the same soda. Soon, she says her feet started to feel numb, and that the sensation was going up her legs and rendered her unable to move. Aaron's friend laid her down on a couch in the basement, covered her with a blanket and kissed her forehead, telling her everything would be okay before heading upstairs.

She heard yelling upstairs, and then Aaron stomped down the steps, dragging her upstairs and laying her across his lap as he sat on the couch.

"Are you okay," he asked. She told him that she felt sick, and he fed her some crackers as she got more and more drowsy.

Next thing she knew, he was having sex with her. She couldn't move and soon blacked out, unable to recall what happened next.

It would appear that something was slipped into her drink, whether it was Aaron or his friend, she doesn't know. Regardless, she was taken advantage of, is filing for divorce, and moving out of state. Drastic measures, but nothing she ever does is small.

I don't know what to think. Alicia drinks alot of alcohol, and it doesn't seem impossible that maybe things didn't quite happen as she described. That sounds awful to say, and I still have great distaste for Aaron, as he clearly hadn't been treating her as he should regardless. And of course, I was supportive in everyway I could be for Alicia, offering any help she may need. But I can't help but wonder how much she told me is solid truth and how much could be imagined.

Anyway, I have a Christmas gift that I hadn't been able to give her yet that she doesn't seem to be needing anymore. Its a personalized photo flip engraved with their family name, The Morrisons. I can't return it, obviously, so I wondered if any of my readers shared that last name and may be interested in it. If so, drop me a line at goodwife@gmail.com.

I don't know when I'll hear from Alicia again, although I'm sure it will be something exciting when I do. It always is. Shes sworn off men for the moment, understandably.

Broadband Phone Service

2005-01-19T08:10:00.000-06:00

Rick and I are looking into broadband phone services, namely Vonage. I was hoping that perhaps some of you may have experience with such things and would be able to give advice and tell me how you liked or didn't like it. Any info is appreciated, thanks!

xoxo

Because I love you guys....

2005-01-19T07:53:00.000-06:00

Happy Hump Day

Guilty Pleasure
**************

"What the hell am I doing?" Finn asked herself this question with a slow cold realization. What triggered her senses? Was it the unlit road they had just turned on? Was it when the doors locked loudly from the driver's controls? Or was it when she slipped into the leather seat of the Lincoln with the man whose name she did not know?

She was not the sort of girl to do such things. Always she had kept a tight line on her passions. Just this once, she had told herself. Just this one she wanted to see what it would be like to give in to the ideas that raced into her head when she fantasized.

He was a stranger to her, much older than Finn. She had met him when her car had broken down on the side of the road. He was tall and tanned from work outside or perhaps it was play. His green eyes had danced with mischief when he leaned across his steering wheel and offered help. He wore a suit, but she could tell he would rather have been in something else, his tie was twisted loosely against his throat. His hair had a taste of gray at the temples and there were laugh lines at his eyes and lips.

At the time, all Finn could feel was relief for the help. She was 23, alone, and driving a long way in the middle of the night. She had just broke up with her boyfriend. She needed to drive to clear her head. She had gotten in the car, still wearing the short black skirt and small white blouse from her catering gig as a cocktail waitress. She had ditched the panty hose, leaving only her black lace thong underneath and the white lace bra that pushed her large breast into firm attention. The spiked hills were hanging from the garment hook in the back seat by their straps along with her small apron.

She never noticed the check engine light. She was too busy pulling up her long brown hair with a clip and trying to light a cigarette with her shaky hands. One knee steered the car the other gunning the gas on the little blue convertible.

A hand touched her knee.

Finn stopped thinking and let reality set in. She was in this man's car.

"Thanks so much for your help," she had said when he lowered the hood with the convertible purring yet again.

He had smiled at her and looked her up and down in his headlights.

"I don't know how to repay you," she had added while he stared.

"I have some ideas," he had smiled.

Now his hand was on her knee, his large fingers squeezing the flesh on the inside of the knee moving up the thigh. A tingling starting in her stomach. Fear mixed in with arousal, her body was so alert she couldn't decide which was coming over her. Her teeth clenched together but she could feel her panties getting wet.

They had made an agreement for the evening. No words had been spoken since. No words were really spoken at all, after his suggestion of an idea. Finn had slid into the car as if in a haze, never saying a word.

He gripped her thigh and jerked it towards him, her legs opening wide. His fingers digging into her inner thigh moving up to her center. He never took his eyes from the road or his other hand off the wheel.

His fingers pulled at the waist of her panties pulling them down in a rough manner until his callused hand was touching the sensitive shaved skin. Two fingers pressing into her moistening slit and moving directly for the prize, her tight hole.

Both fingers slipped in, curling inside of Finn. She stiffened her body against the intrusion, but was stopped from clamping her legs together by the hand still in her pussy jerking hard into her thigh.

The two fingers began moving inside of her while his thumb found her clit and began to rub against it. Finn closed her eyes. At first she was scared and whimpering like a puppy. After a few strokes of his thumb she found her legs relaxing more, her body needing what she did not understand.

She heard a cell phone begin to dial, then the man's voice, "John, hey it's me. I'm going to be out at the location this evening if you want to get some overtime hours this evening."

Finn froze in horror. They had agreed no one would know. "Whose John?"

The man squeezed her pussy lips with his hand moving to pinch her clip between two fingers. "A friend, a little added insurance to make sure things go smoothly."

"We said no one would know," she said firmly. She pushed at his hand under her skirt.

"No, you said you didn't want anyone to know. I never said that I felt the same way."

He reached for her neck and began to stroke it with his hand. His smile soft on the mouth but hard around the eyes. A street light became clear in the distance, and he pulled her head down towards his lap as they neared it. Finn had her face forced down into his lap as the car slowed. He pressed her face into his crotch, making his growing arousal press against her cheek.

A gate creaked open and the car turned onto gravel. Holding her head firmly, he pressed Finn's face against his crotch, moving his hips to thrust against her slowly, his length growing.

The car stopped. Finn could hear saws and equipment in the background. Her head was released and she looked up to see a site under construction lit by floodlights. There had to be about ten men working on the half-built house.

The man took her by the hand and pulled her out of the car on his side. Putting a hand up her skirt in the back, and cupping one rounded ass cheek, he guided her the few steps to a small portable metal office whose door faced away from the construction site. Finn noticed a truck parked behind it, there was a light on inside.

The construction sounds were muffled once inside the office. Inside was a water cooler between two metal chairs. A desk stood a few feet away with various blue prints and things, with a long computer table behind it.

In one of the metal chairs, sat a younger man. In his early 30's if she had to guess. Shorter than his friend, but leaner and with sharper features.

"I see you've been helping strangers again, Frank," the man in the chair replied. He looked Finn up and down and smiled.

Frank was all business and gave no return smile. He quickly turned out the light John had left on, plunging the trailer into a gray light coming from the two small windows. The room took on a light silvery glow.

He stepped in front of Finn and held her face between his fingers, pinching her chin. The other hand pulled down her hair, making it fall around her shoulders. His hands went to her shirt next, unbuttoning the first button, then ripping the rest away. Buttons clattered to the floor as Finn's back was pressed the wall nearest John.

Hands were immediately on her breasts, pinching at her nipples through the bra. Finn held her breath until her chest ached, let it out and did this again. She was so afraid of what the two of them were doing, but so excited at going along with this act that she couldn't think straight. Just once, she thought, I want to know what it would be like to give in.

Frank pressed his thigh between her legs and jerked up hard, making her straddle his thigh on her toes. He bit her neck below the ear. "He likes to watch, baby, I knew you wouldn't mind." His hand moved under her skirt and began massaging her wet pussy as she squirmed against the wall. Fingers dragged the material of her panties to the side and he took her on his hand again. "You don't mind do you." his voice was almost a sneer.

Finn leaned against the wall like a rag doll, "uh huh," she breathed out, not recognizing her own voice.

Frank smiles, "good," his hand fucking her pussy faster, two fingers now three, jabbing in and out of her hard, "that's my little girl." He wrapped a hand in her hair, and brought her down to her knees in front of him.

Finn hit the floor of the office with a thud, her face pressed into his crotch. This time both hands were holding her head against his pants. "Take it out," he ordered.

Finn undid his belt; opening the khakis and letting them fall to the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock jerked out hard against her cheek. Growling, he pulled her head back with hands in her hair and guided her mouth towards himself. "Now suck," he commanded in a low hard tone.

Finn opened her mouth slowly, then forced herself not to gag, when he rammed his cock home into her throat at the slightest opening of her mouth. He held her head then, with her throat muscles contrasting to the length of him. Finn held on to his thighs for support as he thrust her head with his own hands up and down his cock. He kept himself deep in her throat, never pulling out far enough to allow her to swallow.

Finn felt tears in the corners of her eyes, and a burning in her nose as she tried to breathe and not gag on the large dick being rammed into her mouth.

Frank arched his hips into her face and began thrusting hips as well as guiding her head against himself. Finn could feel John's eyes on her from the chair beside them. She could hear him opening his pants rubbing himself. It excited her, and made her ashamed of this feeling at the same time.

Frank's breathing was getting heavier, his hands in her hair pulling harder in her reddish brown locks. Suddenly, he pulled himself from Finn's mouth.

Finn gasped and coughed from being released, but did not have a long moment to rest. Frank pulled her up by the same grip of hair until she was standing nose to chin to him. He led her to the desk and bent her over the side. Office materials clattered around her as her upper body was pressed into the top of the desk. Her ass was exposed over the edge, and she felt her legs being opened wide apart. Frank held a hand hard against the small of her back, pinning her there. John came around to face her head and pulled her hands across. He took out a pair of handcuffs and chained her to the bottom file drawer. Finn watched him, his cock semi erect peeking out of his open fly. She could feel her skirt being flipped up over her ass, the cold air on her cheeks.

"I won't hurt you," Frank said, "relax." At his words he snatched at her thongs, the material cutting into her crotch then ripping away. His hands following close behind, probing at her wet pussy, pulling back the flesh.

Finn felt her knees weaken as he kneaded her clit with both hands spreading out her pussy lips from either side. She felt his cock pressed against her ass, the hard shaft riding between her thighs.

Just as Finn was growing accustomed to her position, Frank, grabbed her hips and jerked her off balance and onto his throbbing cock. Grunting like an angry bear, he bore his weight down on her upper body and began fucking her pussy from behind so hard that the desk tried to move.

Finn couldn't help but let out a surprised moan from the swift hard cock being driven in and out with the constant gripping of his hands on her clit. She pulled against the handcuffs and tried not to think about the pain from being pressed into the desk.

Frank's growls turned into low moans as he slowed his pace replacing them with long strong strokes. John in front of Finn was stroking himself inches from her face.

Franks fingers drove home against her clit making her body tingle and ache. She formed an "Ohh" with her mouth in pleasure, and John took advantage by forcing her mouth onto him.

Finn had never felt such a sensation. Trapped in the little office, being fucked hard from behind while she sucked hungrily at the cock in front of her. With each jerk of his fingers, he made her body shake, and she sucked John readily matching her urges to the ones she was giving to the younger man.

Both moved away from her then flipped her onto her back. Finn hit the desk with a whack, and felt her wrists crossing over her head. Her head hung over the desk, the cock she had been sucking once again being pushed in.

Her legs we pulled wide apart, and wrapped over Frank's elbows. He moved again inside her, fucking her hard and fast again.

Her bra was cut off from her. She felt the knife graze her skin, but was so close to release she didn't care. Hands covered her large breasts when they sprang free, pinching the nipples in tight circles.

Frank gathered her legs up around his neck bending her body and fucking her fast. John's balls were bouncing against her nose, she could smell him, her own saliva from his cock wetting her face.

A hand went to her clit, rubbing hard and frantic. Heat filled her stomach but held out her nervous energy not allowing her to explode.

The desk rocked and shifted the men's voices low grunts backgrounded by the construction. Sensations scary, passionate, and out control filled her. As she felt Frank's thrust become harder and less rapid, her body let go.

She let out a scream against John's cock, her back arching off the desk in a massive release. John began fucking her face hard as she orgasmed, Frank pounding her fast with short strokes as she wet his shaft. Over and over she screamed her release, her body falling over the edge again and again. Frank pulled out and came against her thigh, the warmth of his cum dripping on her leg. John's dick in her mouth emptying in her throat, running out of her lips and up into her nose.

The men fell back into chairs breathing hard leaving Finn across the desk. Cum running down her leg and dripping off her nose. The blood in her head from hanging upside down making her ears ring, her body to full of pleasure to do nothing but lay relaxed.

The sounds of construction continued outside taking over the silence of the room. Finn couldn't believe she had came while letting two strange men force her into sexual acts. But truth be told, she had liked it. She pulled at the handcuffs binding her wrists to the desk.

Frank's voice breaking the silence, "Oh no, little whore, you're not finished yet."

Finn stopped pulling at her wrists. She lay exposed on the desk, listening to the men talk outside; it must have been their break. She wondered if they knew what was happening inside the office and what more she could look forward to doing. Being a slut was as much fun as she had thought.

2005-01-18T08:26:00.000-06:00

I've been admittedly lazy in my posts recently. Pregnancy symptoms have gotten the best of me, and though its normally my way to forge ahead, not allowing such things to slow me down, this time around, the symptoms have won.

I feel icky. Often. Most of the day, actually. This interferes with how I am able to interact with my son and has dominoed into me feeling like a crappy mom for not giving him the attention I feel he deserves. Of course, its really out of my control, which I believe is what aggravates me the most.

Constantly fighting nausea has got me feeling less than sexy, and the smell of come, once such a delightful ending to a sexual encounter, now leaves me gagging and insisting on showers immediatly following come inducing activities.

Rick has been more amorous than ever, reminding me of how amorous he was during the last pregnancy. It is a pleasant memory, though I've not been able to fully enjoy the attention, what with my constant feeling of blah. Nearly every single night, hes grabbing me and fondling me, often resulting in spooning sex. Unfortunatly, I'm often praying that the jerky movements and shaking of the bed doesn't make me vomit, rather than participating in the lovefest.

If ever I felt like a lovedoll, its now. lol Do I mind? Of course not. And in my twenty minutes a day that I don't feel like crap, its what I think about. Once a nympho.....well, you know how it goes.

2005-01-17T09:19:00.000-06:00

Thank you for all the votes and nominations! You guys are the best! xoxo

I'm in the wrong line of work

2005-01-14T11:28:00.000-06:00

You'd all come visit me, right? lol

Mad Science

2005-01-14T11:24:00.000-06:00

You have got to be kidding me

2005-01-14T11:19:00.000-06:00

He 'tricks' her into having sex with him, convinces her to let him videotape it, and then he makes her pay him too?! Interesting.

2005-01-14T11:05:00.000-06:00

A blonde goes into a laundromat and asks to have her sweater cleaned. The laundromat attendant doesn’t hear her correctly and says, “Come again?”

The blonde blushes slightly and giggles, “Oh, no it’s just mustard this time.”
**************

A man and a woman are riding next to each other in first class on a plane. The woman sneezes, then takes a tissue and gently wipes it between her legs. The man isn’t sure he saw what she did, and decides he is probably hallucinating.

A few minutes pass. The woman sneezes again. She takes a tissue and gently wipes it between her legs. The man is about to go nuts. He can’t believe that he’s seeing what he’s seeing.

A few more minutes pass. The woman sneezes yet again. She takes a tissue and gently wipes it between her legs yet again.

The man has finally had all he can handle. He turns to the woman and says, “Three times you’ve sneezed, and three times you’ve taken a tissue and wiped it between your legs! Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“I’m sorry to have disturbed you, sir,” she replies. “I have a rare condition such that when I sneeze, I have an orgasm.”

The man, now feeling badly, says, “Oh, I’m sorry. What are you taking for it?”

The woman looks at him with a coy smile and says, “Pepper.”
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King Arthur was in Merlin’s laboratory where the good wizard was showing him his latest invention. It was a chastity belt, except it had a rather large hole in the most obvious place.

“This is no good, Merlin!” the king exclaimed, “Look at this opening. How is this supposed to protect m’lady, the Queen?”

“Ah, sire, just observe,” said Merlin. He then selected his most worn out wand, one that he was going to discard anyway. He inserted it in the gaping aperture of the chastity belt whereupon a small guillotine blade came down and cut it neatly in two.

“Merlin, you are a genius!” said the grateful monarch. “Now I can leave, knowing that my Queen is fully protected.”

After putting Guinevere in the device, King Arthur then set out upon his Quest.

Several years passed until he returned to Camelot. Immediately he assembled all of his knights in the courtyard and had them drop their trousers for an informal “short arm” inspection.

Sure enough, each and every one of them was either amputated or damaged in some way. All of them, except Sir Galahad.

“Sir Galahad,” exclaimed King Arthur. “My one and only true knight! Only you among all the nobles have been true to me. What is it in my power to grant you? Name it and it is yours!”

But, alas, Sir Galahad was speechless.
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A man wearing a stovepipe hat, a fake beard, and a waistcoat sits down at a bar and orders a drink.

“Goin’ to a party?” the bartender asks.

“Yeah,” the man replies, “I’m supposed to go dressed as my love life.”

“But you look like Abe Lincoln.”“That’s right. My last four scores were seven years ago.”

Three

2005-01-14T08:41:00.000-06:00

I lay on my tummy, legs together and pussy clenched, as Rick kisses my neck and shoulders before wetting the tip of his dick and sliding it between my tightly held together lips.

I relax enough to let him in and then squeeze again with all my might.

One thrust. He holds on to me tightly, hands reaching beneath me and cupping my breasts.

Two thrusts. Hes breathing hard and sighing, his breath whooshing past my ear and landing on my cheek, the heat of him making me want him more.

Three thrusts. This one is hard and purposeful, rammed as deeply as he can, me still tightly contracted around him. Then I feel it. I feel his cock pulsing, emptying into me and his body shakes and contented moans flutter off his lips.

Three thrusts and its always over when I receive him that way. No more, no less. Three. Just enough to make me want more, and just enough to satisfy him for the night.

Tell me....

2005-01-13T09:18:00.000-06:00

Would you be willing to give up sex for five years if you could have wonderfully sensual and erotic dreams any night you wished? (that would work out really well for those of us who have intense orgasms with their sexual dreams...)

Case Closed

2005-01-13T08:33:00.000-06:00

Needless to say, I'm disappointed that my requests to behave were ignored. I hope everyone's got the nasties out of their system, because I don't want to talk about any of this nonsense anymore. Please respect this decision.

Also, Rick knows about this blog, I thought I made that very clear. I told him about this blog the very day I set it up, only minutes later. He chooses not to read it because hes simply not interested. I don't hide it from him at all though. And he knows all about the Bob/Greg mess too.

I'm very comfortable in the fact that we would have no problems should Rick begin to read my blog. I say this being the person who knows him best.

I do agree though, that this past time should not be a secret from your spouse or loved one, for the very reason that we've all been buzzing about.

Now, enough of this!

xoxo

2005-01-11T19:36:00.000-06:00

Less than one week left to vote, don't make me bust out the duct tape and the paddle! ;) http://www.blogmechanics.com/bob/vote.php?pollID=18

Surreal Life

2005-01-11T19:02:00.000-06:00

I'm not a big fan of reality tv, but in a morning/noon/night sickness induced laziness, I caught the new seaon premiere of the Surreal Life Sunday night. Holy shit! Never felt more sane in all my life!

They get Verne Troyer, mini me from Austin Powers, drunk off of his ass, and then he starts hitting Christopher Knight, Peter Brady from the Brady Bunch, before he finally passes out and Chris has to carry him to bed. He looked like a strung out toddler being carried off.

Then he starts this creepy moaning shit, and before you know it, hes naked on his little scooter, pissing in the corner of the common room! Creepy. Creepy. Creepy.

Da Brat has this funny idea that she doesn't belong on the show because its a show for "has beens" of which shes not. Somebody send the girl a clue.

Chyna Doll, you know the creepy drag queen looking ex WWE wrestler, acts strung out on drugs and is clearly the shit disturber in the show. Well, that and Verne with his little dog syndrome attitude.

What an interesting ensemble of stars. And creepy!

Bad Behavior

2005-01-11T18:40:00.000-06:00

I woke up yesterday morning to Rick hugging me tightly and whispering in my ear, "Babydoll, I think I'm going to be bad."

"What?," I asked in my sleepy haze, wondering what he was referring to.

"I overslept. I think I'm going to call in and spend the day at home with you." He said this while kissing my neck and carressing my thigh, trying to sweet talk his way out of a lashing for missing work.

"Okay, I answered," obviously surprising him with my response. "But you're in trouble."

"Thats okay, I like being in trouble." And he jumped out of bed to phone in.

When he returned, he tried to crawl back into bed to snuggle.

"No. Get up," I instucted him. He did.

I pulled the covers off, tossing them aside and spread my legs for him. "Eat me."

He slipped between my knees and got to work. I lay there lazily, allowing his mouth to bring me to orgasm. He tried to use his fingers, but I stopped him. "Just your mouth." And he obeyed.

"Rub your dick on my pussy," I told him, and enjoyed the sensation of his hardness teasing my swollen lips, wetting his head with a mixture of my juices and his kisses. I reached down and directed him where to rub me, near my clit, enough to bring more waves of pleasure before I sat up and said, "Now fuck me from behind."

Climbing up on my hands and knees, he soon held my hips in his hands and thrust himself into me. I could feel my wetness seeping from my hole as he slapped his pelvis against my sex.

"Mmmmm...Yes! Thats good!"

Harder and faster, deeper and wetter until he finally came, filling me with his seed.

"I like being in trouble," he reminded me as he nuzzled back under the covers. And I certainly don't mind handing out the punishment!

Gimme a break!

2005-01-11T16:32:00.000-06:00

Well, who really wanted to see that ass anyway?

2005-01-10T18:40:00.000-06:00

I won't lose sleep over missing it. ;)

Leave it to porn to better technology...

2005-01-10T18:25:00.000-06:00

I own a video that lets you choose camera angle, visit Comstock Films in my links to find out more. It is a neat novelty, which I'm sure will be used in other films soon.

Hmmmmm.....

2005-01-10T18:05:00.000-06:00

Okay, I tempararily had my comments turned off while I thought about how to handle a situation thats suddenly arised. Thinking that through, doesn't seem to help or really, to hurt anything other than those of you who'd like to leave their wonderful comments as usual.

No, I didn't get an inappropriate email or comment left on my site. Thank you for those concerned about me and who asked what happened.

As you were. ;)

xoxo

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

2005-01-08T17:10:00.000-06:00

We had unexpected snow yesterday. Typical weather prediction, of a little bit of rain overnight and temps in the fifties by Saturday afternoon. Well, I couldn't believe it, but the weather man was wrong!

I kneeled on the big chair in our bedroom that sat against the window and watched as the big, fat, fluffy flakes fell on the already white blanket covering the grass that only earlier was a muddy mess from the dreary rain filled days we had been plagued with all week. It was beautiful.

"Look at all the snow," I said as I heard Rick come into the bedroom.

He stood behind me, glancing out the window and rubbing my ass with his hand as he admired the wintry scene. Moments later, I felt him lift my night shirt and shove his cock deep into my pussy.

I gasped with surprise and watched as the neighbors pulled into their driveway next door, wondering if they could see us. Well, I knew they could, I suppose I wondered if they would.

His hands massaged my shoulders and back muscles as he pumped in and out of me.

"What if they see us?" I ask him.

"What? They'll see me rubbing your back," he answered as he continued to fuck me.

"But if you're worried....." he pulled out and headed into the bathroom.

"Where are you going?," I asked, now sorry that I had said anything.

"To take a quick shower. Be good, and I'll finish what I started later."

Those words were nothing, if not perfect inspiration to be on best behavior.

No, its not Hump Day....

2005-01-07T08:29:00.000-06:00

But heres a spicy little tale staring yours truly anyway. Enjoy!

What should have happened......

2005-01-06T10:53:00.000-06:00

I've told you that his writing was fabulous, and heres just a tiny snippet of his imagination. Love it!

Curious...

2005-01-06T09:58:00.000-06:00

How is it that the clothed cleavage shot is getting more praise than the nude breast shot? Just wondering. lol

Voting

2005-01-05T11:20:00.000-06:00

Alot of people emailed me asking how often you can vote for the BoB Awards. You can vote every 24 hours up untill January 17. Click here to go vote. I really do appreciate your support. Thank you!

xoxo

Hump Day!

2005-01-05T11:00:00.000-06:00

"Gone on business to the islands, miss me as I sip margaritas from the beachfront view of the Regent Resort."

She read and reread that snarky post as she twirled her fingers through her hair and laughed. Closing the laptop, she stood up and stretched with feline grace before admiring the beachfront view he spoke of.

Another giggle escaped her as she pondered the likliehood of them actually being in the same place at the same time. How dangerous that could be! And yet, ever so titalizing....

Delicious thoughts pranced through her mind as she dropped her robe and pulled a bikini out of the perfectly organized hotel dresser drawer. Today could prove to be rather interesting.

***

Bob was happy to volunteer for the business seminar as soon as he heard the tropical destination of the event. The business would be short, and he would still have time to soak up the sun and relax a bit before heading back home. Definitly a win win situation, in his opinion.

Having slept well on the plane ride down, he was well rested and eager to set foot on the beach. A quick change and he was in his swim trunks and headed to the sandy oasis that awaited him.

***

She could feel the desk boy's eyes on her as soon as she entered the lobby. She smiled, watching him visibly gulp at the sight of her in that tiny black bikini, nipples protruding through the thin fabric from the coldness of the air conditioning.

"Chilly in here, isn't it?" She raised her eyebrows and watched his eyes dart from her tits to her eyes and back several times before he finally looked away and answered.

"Maybe a little," he said, "I guess I'm just used to it." His eyes glanced at her nipples once more before he asked how he could be of assistance to her.

"Well," she began, leaning closer to him as she pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket and reached behind the counter. He jumped back a little and adjusted his throbbing erection through his pants as he wondered what she was doing.

"Just wanted a post it," she grinned as he attempted to hide his hardness behind the reservation book he quickly picked up.

She wrote down a name and slid the paper to him. "Has a man by this name checked in here recently?"

Picking up the slip of paper, he replied, " I'm really not supposed to share that sort of information." He watched the disappointment appear on her face and then added, "But I'm sure you wouldn't do anything bad with that information, right? Hes a friend of yours?"

"Yes, of course. A friend. I wouldn't do anything bad..."

He looked around before leaning close and saying, "He just headed out to the beach about two minutes before you came in here. Hes wearing red trunks and headed out to the deserted southern section of the beach. Shouldn't be anyone else out there this time of day."

Armed with his description, she was off to find her 'friend'.

***

It was a gorgeous day, and the section of beach was just as deserted as the desk boy had said it would be. In the distance, she could finally see a person in a lounge chair, soaking up the sun. As she got even closer, she saw the red trunks and for a moment, felt a bit nervous.

That soon passed and before long she was only a few feet away from him.

"Mr Jacques?"

He opened his eyes and looked quizzicaly at the woman that stood before him, wondering how she knew his name.

"Mr Jacques, I hope you have sunscreen on! The sun is very strong down here, and even darker complected people tend to burn more easily."

Bob took in the beauty that stood before him, assuming that she must work for the resort if she knew his name. Maybe it was her job to check on the guests on the beach? Regardless, he had no intention of sending his beach bunny away so quickly.

"I really rarely ever burn," he said, "but, of course, if you say I need sunscreen, then I believe you."

At this, she smiled and reached into her bag before tossing it aside. "Good. I'd hate to see you start your trip off with an uncomfortable sunburn." Her eyes glanced over his body, admiring him as she opened up the bottle of sunscreen. "Roll over," she directed him.

"Roll over?" he thought to himself. "Shes going to grease me up herself?!" He watched as she poured some lotion in her hands and came closer to him. "Okay, deep breath, its probably just her job." And with that, he obeyed her command and rolled over onto his belly, eagerly awaiting her touch.

She started with his legs, kneading the creamy mixture into his skin. As she got closer to the bottom of his trunks, she reached in just a little, extending the lotion line for full protection. He jumped in surprise when he felt her fingers glide beneath his shorts. "Just don't want to miss a spot," she said.

Another squirt into her hand and she straddled his back to reach his shoulders and backs of his arms, ass resting on his. She felt him clench his buttocks as he again seemed to jump in surprise beneath her, and then felt him relax, releasing the clenched muscles as he grew used to her presence.

"This is one hell of a service," Bob thought to himself as he felt himself stirring in his shorts. He felt her stand up, and then ask him to roll over. He hesitated for a moment, trying to will his 'excitement' away to no avail. "Shes probably used to seeing that," he told himself, "Its perfectly normal, and she probably won't even notice."

As he turned onto his back, she couldn't help but notice the very thing he prayed she wouldn't. She made no deal out of it as she began rubbing the fronts of his legs, again creeping just slightly into his shorts to extend the lotion line. Being so close to his object of concern, only made it that much more obvious, as it jumped at her touch. He briefly thought of sitting up and offering to finish lathering on the sunblock himself, but his lips wouldn't let him say the words. Just as he wondered if she would straddle him again to reach his shoulders and chest, she did just that, her ass and pussy resting ontop of his pulsing cock.

He watched those full lips of hers smile as she massaged his skin and then held his head in her hands as she ran her fingers over his face. "Don't want to miss a spot," she said. She watched as his gorgeous blue eyes closed, and his mouth let out a sigh. She could feel him throbbing against her sex, making her pussy wet and eager for more. He seemed receptive to her touch, but maybe she was just imagining his interest.....

He felt her begin to get up and grabbed her hand as she stood above him.

"Wait, I think you missed a spot," he said, watching for approval in her expression. She smiled and cocked her head to the side as he pulled his trunks down, freeing his bobbing cock.

"Oh my," she answered, his hand pulling her closer to him. She sat on his abdomen as he reached behind her back and untied the strings to her top, full, heavy breasts falling free from the thin material. Where she sat, he thought he could feel her dampness, and this excited him.

His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs circling the nipples before he pulled her down close enough to take the flesh into his mouth. At this, she moaned.

His fingers walked down her sides and rested on her hips before tugging at the strings that held her bikini bottom in place. As the fabric fell limp, she lifted herself enough for him to pull it out from between them. A finger slipped into her slit, verifying the wetnes he had thought he felt, and with that, she lifted her bottom and sat heavily on his dick, forcing the full length deep into her pussy.

"Ohh!" they both moaned, and he gripped her ass cheeks in his hands, helping to pull her up and down his shaft. As she rode him, he watched her breasts bouncing up and down, pulling her close enough to tease her nipples with his teeth as she squeezed her walls tightly against his dick.

After several minutes, he held her firmly into place before adding, "Lets switch places."

He lay her down on the lounge chair and kneeled between her legs, tongue slipping between her lips and tasting her honey. His lips moaned, vibrating against her clit and nearly throwing her into an orgasm. Her fingers ran through his dark hair, massaging his scalp as encouragment to keep snacking on her.

Slipping a finger into her cunt and making circles with his tongue around her pulsing rosebud, soon had her erupting into waves of pleasure, pussy juice filling his mouth before he quickly rammed his cock into her, still feeling the contractions of her climax around him.

He pumped her, holding her ankles high in the air and watching his dick disappear into the pretty little box below him as she squeezed her nipples and purred with pleasure. He felt the familiar churning as his cock prepared to explode and pulled out, erupting on her tummy and tits, watching as she rubbed the cream into her flesh.

He collapsed onto his back in the sand, amazed at the events that just occurred.

She found her bikini pieces and held onto them before crawling over to him and nibbling on his ear as she whispered, "Bobby, darling, I giggled when I saw that snarky message on your blog and realized that we would be in the same place at the same time."

His eyes stared at her in disbelief as he suddenly realized who he was lying next to.

She leaned down and kissed his mouth before standing up and waving goodbye, bikini in her hand, walking down towards the resort naked. His eyes never left the butterfly tattoo on the small of her back as she dissappeared out of sight.

2005-01-04T16:37:00.000-06:00

Gratuitous cleavage shot.

Save the Children

2005-01-04T13:49:00.000-06:00

Obviously, the Tsunami disaster is a HUGE tragedy, the number of lives lost sickening. Through all the footage, what kills me the most is seeing the children who were affected, making pleas for their parents to contact them if they are still alive. So many people died, so many children were killed.

Its not much, but Rick and I donated $5000 to Save the Children. Of course, these organizations need help and funding year round, not just in times of severe crisis.

It feels good to help, but it doesn't take away the lump in my throat.

Tell me....

2005-01-04T09:01:00.000-06:00

What do you most strive for in your life: accomplishment, security, love, power, excitement, knowledge, or something else?

Best Of Blog Awards

2005-01-03T10:38:00.000-06:00

I have to say, I was really surprised that I was even nominated, so imagine my disbelief when I made it to the final ten.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has voted for and continues to vote for this humble little blog. If you want to know where to vote, click here. Voting ends January 17.

You guys sure know how to make a girl blush. ;)

xoxo

2005-01-03T10:04:00.000-06:00

I went to bed Saturday night too tired for sex. Rick was definitely feeling amorous, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. Instead he held me, kissed my forehead and dozed off with me.

Sunday morning, I woke up missing what I had to forfeit the night before. I cuddled up close to Rick who was laying flat on his back. My hand massaged his thigh and the crease between his thigh and mound of pubic hair. He let out a few sighs and wiggled around, letting me know he enjoyed the attention.

I refrained from touching his shaft, only barely, lightly touching it every now and again as I massaged his leg and balls intermittenly. I knew I was getting him worked up, I could feel it.

His hand traced the lines of my back, using pressure as I got closer to his pulsing dick to try to persuade me to pay attention to it. I continued ignoring it until he sat up and forced my head down in his lap, his cock plunging deep into my mouth and throat, causing tears to escape the corners of my eyes from the stretch.

His hand held on to my hair and kept me in position as I sucked him, spit glistening off of him.

Finally, he pulled me between his legs, my breasts heavy and swaying against his swelled member. His hands quickly grabbed my flesh and wrapped it around him, the spit serving as lubrication as I moved back and forth, my tits a pseudo pussy.

He was really into it, moaning and making pleasured faces I hadn't seen before. I fought the urge to sit on him, to ride him into climax, and instead continued to thrust his cock between my cleavage, always watching his gorgeous expression, and every now and then, sucking his head as it popped up close to my lips.

His breathing quickened and I knew he was going to come soon as his hands gripped my flesh even tighter and I sped up my movements to match his own small thrusts.

Come exploded through my tits, on my neck, my hair, everywhere. I leaned down and lapped up the puddle that gathered on his tummy before giving his cock one final kiss.

He smiled and looked at the mess he had made of me as I stood up and smiled back, headed to the shower to clean up, the taste of him still fresh on my lips. Almost a shame to wash it away...

2005-01-01T18:40:00.000-06:00

Thank you for all the e-cards and birthday well wishes! I had a wonderful birthday and am enjoying time with Rick on his rare weekend off. Hope everyone had a fantastic holiday! xoxo

Good Intentions

2004-12-31T09:42:00.000-06:00

I had every intention to make an audio post today. Nothing special, just hi and happy new year basically. But my cold has altered my voice so much, I believe I'll put it off. Sure, my voice is now low and sultry, oozing of sex, and I'm somewhat tempted to do it for that very reason. But no. I'll wait.

I'm sick on my birthday. *pout pout pout*

Happy New Year! Drink one for me.

xoxo

The Check

2004-12-30T09:41:00.000-06:00

Sorry for not updating sooner. For those who wondered what I decided to do with that check Rick's parents sent, I simply tore it up and threw it away.

I loved the idea of sending the check as a donation to a women's charity, but decided not to risk upsetting the crazies. Why tempt fate? I really loved that advice though.

Thank you all for your comments, its an issue that just has to leak out from time to time. And I appreciate all the comments and support, as always.

xoxo

Searching

2004-12-29T16:55:00.000-06:00

I love to look at the keywords that people use to find this site. Today, someone got here by typing in, 'truck driving jobs'. I wonder if he'll try to act out the Hump Day story....... :)

Pardon Me!

2004-12-29T16:29:00.000-06:00

Was it bitchy? Maybe. Rude? Perhaps.

Rick came home and we were supposed to all go out and head to the playground where we could walk the track and then afterwards let the boy play on the equipment. He blew us off. Didn't feel like going. Thats fine. But then he chose not to be around us at all. He kissed me with half assed effort and acted like he didn't even feel my touch. He disappeared into the bedroom, closing the curtains. I knew this because we have those black out curtains that block all the light. Those curtains also made it obvious when the television came on, and when I couldn't hear the television, well, it became blaringly obvious what he must be watching/doing.

That annoyed me. Why have appetizers when you can enjoy the main course? I am more than willing to service him any way he deems fit. Thats why I didn't feel badly walking into the bedroom.

I carried in a pile of towels that needed to be put away in the master bath. He froze like a deer in headlights when I entered the room. I caught a tiny glimpse of what he was watching before he quickly turned of the television, completely darkening the room. I was correct in my assumption.

No words, no explanation, nothing. Of course I didn't expect him to say anything, what would he have said? I briefly thought of tending to him, but decided against it as he was such an ass earlier.

I'll have to put him to work later tonight though. I'm horny thinking of him playing with his dick, even if it wasn't with me. But when aren't I horny?

Hump Day!

2004-12-29T11:26:00.000-06:00

We're due to be getting a new computer in February, as our current one is proving to be a snarky bitch 99% of the time. I've had troubles posting and even getting online at all, not for lack of trying. I have a new blog that I've been reading that I highly recommend. Look for Minus 30 and Counting on my links list and have a read. Very intriguing work.

Anyway, it is Hump Day, and I've not forgotten. I have two HD projects that I'm currently working on with two Blogger friends that may take longer than anticipated due to my crappy computer. But for now, enjoy.

Highway ATM

The highway was busier than usual. Haley ran a hand through her long hair and propped her elbow onto the car window. She was not having a good day. Unexpected bills had put her $200 behind for this month, and if she didn’t have it by Tuesday she’d have her lights and phone cut off. If that happened, she wouldn’t know if she got that job in Kansas.

She let out a sigh. It was hot too, she had the a/c cranked in her car, but she still could feel the sticky trickle of sweat slipping down the middle of her back and around her bra. She frowned again; lost in her thoughts, focusing on ways to make ends meet and getting around the large rig in the next lane.

She hated passing 18-wheelers; the size of them compared to her small car made her nervous. She wondered if they could really see her in her small car in the next lane. One little swerve and she’d be the next front-page news story instead of the girl with no electricity and phone connections.

The truck honked at her. She sat up straight in the driver’s seat and looked over at the large maroon cab of the truck. The man waved at her. She could see a baseball cap and the top of his arm. Stunned by his action, she waved back and sped up her car.

He sped up too. With her sunroof open, he could see her little white blouse clinging to her large breasts. It was an aerial view that would make NASA proud. Those firm breasts looked like they were begging to get out of that shirt and little bra. She had one knee drawn up close to her seat making the skirt she wore ride up just right. It was too much temptation for a man that had been driving all week. He had to say hello.

When Haley looked to her right again, there was the maroon truck. The horn honked again and the man waved. She studied him this time. He was smiling at her in a leering way, and he seemed to be searching for something. After a moment, he produced money and pressed it to the window.

Haley had heard of this before. Her friend Charlotte had told her about truckers who would solicit sex from drivers on the road. She had thought Charlotte was just being dramatic. She wondered what Charlotte would think of this scene with the trucker and what looked like a handful of twenties.

Haley was instantly offended. She looked at the money and his face as he alternated between driving and looking her up and down. She put a hand to her chest, and realized that she had worked most of the buttons down in her anxious distracting thoughts, and her leg had made her skirt ride too high. Her long tan thigh was exposed all the way up on the left side. As she made an account of her clothing, she also remembered that the sunroof gave him a bird’s eye view of all of her feminine wiles. She sped up again, this time managing to get in front of the truck.

He met her speed, and flashed his lights twice. Haley looked in the window to see him moving to come up at her other side. When he drew even with her car, he had doubled the money pressed to the window.

There are brief moments in a person’s life when she will do things that she will keep to herself for the rest of her life. Haley watched this man waving what looked to be enough money to make her life right until the end of next month, and she took a deep gulping breath as she contemplated if she could take the easy way out just this one time.

It would be her secret. She took a deep breath and looked up to the man in the truck. With a silent nod, he pulled ahead of her and she followed him to the off ramp coming up on their right.

The ramp lead to a rest area, one set more off the road and not very populated today. Only one other truck rested by the main building as they pulled in. The maroon truck led Haley to the very end where the parking curved towards a small nature trail.

Haley parked beside the rig, and waited for the driver to climb down. She gripped the steering wheel with nervous tension and tried to clear her mind for what she was going to do.

A tap at the window shook her from her thoughts. The trucker leaned down to her window and smiled. He looked to be in his mid forties, tall with big arms and huge hands. He was not the kind of man you’d want to pick a fight with, Haley felt a bit scared by his sheer size. She checked her judgment again.

He opened her door; “This would be easier if you’d step out of the car.” He smiled and waited. He had a sneering smile, but he could have been handsome once upon a time. “I don’t bite.” The tattoo of a dragon wrapped around one massive arm suggested that even if he didn’t bite, it would.

Haley stepped out of her car and followed the trucker to the other side of the truck. They stood between his truck and a stand of pines growing closely together. It made a secluded spot from persons driving by.

He was looking at her, taking her in from all sides as he walked around her in circles. He stopped in front of her, “One hundred bucks for one time.”

Haley met his face; she tried to relax herself; kept telling herself that it would be over in no time. Who knows maybe she’d even enjoy it, it had been a while since her last time. She nodded her head okay.

He reached in and stroked a finger across her right nipple. “Two hundred bucks for twice and I take my time.”

Haley felt goose bumps explode as his finger touched her through the blouse. She shifted gears in her mind. She was getting paid to have sex with a stranger. If she was going to go through with it, she decided to try to make it a more bearable time. “You wear a condom at all times or it’s no deal.”

He smiled again, and pushed her towards the driver’s door of his rig. He reached into her blouse, gripping her breasts inside her bra. His hands making kneading circle, gripping hard and holding them up high. “Sounds fine,” he pressed her against the door, and pressed his leg between her thighs, his hands still gripping her breasts.

Haley felt the warm metal against her back; the step he used to climb inside was pressing into her thighs. She pushed her hands against the metal door and closed her eyes.

His hands gripped harder and pulled her large breasts out of her bra, the lace pushing them up in his hands. His fists were large and rough but her breasts still spilled from the sides. He leaned in close, his thigh pressing between hers making her stand on tiptoe to stay upright. “Unbutton your shirt,” he told her while he rubbed his thigh against her mini skirt.

Haley did as she was told, undoing the shirt with his hands still inside. She opened her legs wider against the pressure of his thigh rubbing between her legs. His firm hands were making her nipples hard. It ache when he squeezed them with his rough fingers.

Her breasts exposed he leaned down to put one nipple inside his mouth. With his newly freed hand, he moved steadily up her thigh. His hand made her skirt ride up high, the metal of the truck panel touching her ass cheeks. His hand made quick time to reach her sex, fingers pressing against her panties roughly before pushing the material aside.

He rose up, his face just above hers and pressed her to the truck as his fingers on her pussy pushed inside her tense body. Two thick-callused fingers went directly inside.

Haley’s head leaned back against the truck, and she found herself growing wet around his invading hand despite her nervousness. A fact that pleased the trucker as he pushed them roughly in and out a few times.

“I see what you like,” he leered at her, pumping his hand in and out of her pining her against the little metal step. “You’re wet for me, you want me inside.” He leaned in, licking her bottom lip then taking her mouth in a hard kiss.

He pulled her hand down to his waist, pressing it against his growing arousal. As he kissed her, he pushed her hand down his pants to touch him. His hand pulled free of her pussy as he undid his fly.

He put a hand in her hair, and pulled her to her knees on the grass beside the truck. The pine needles stuck at her knees as she found herself quickly eye level with his arousal. He was thick.

She had never seen a cock so thick and fairly long, compared to the men she had seen in this type of situation. His hand was still on her hair, and he pushed her lips against the swollen mushroom head.

He pulled a condom out of his pocket and handed it to Haley. She placed the tip in her lips and placed it on his penis head. Using her hands and mouth, she slid the condom on and began to take him in her mouth as far as she could while her hand stroked his shaft.

The trucker thrust his hips hard at her face, making her jaw ache the first few times. “That’s it, suck it,” he held her head in his hands, fucking her mouth as she took as much as she could each time.

She sucked him, using her hand to stroke with her tongue in one motion each time. He pressed into her until his head touched the back of her throat, then he held her there for some time. Haley thought she would gag, the reflex to do so rising up in her. She snorted for air through her nostrils, his scent filling her as she fought for air. It was intoxicating and scary at the same time. Something about being taken so roughly was making her aroused a fact that was a complete surprise.

“Touch yerself,” he ground the words out in a low voice, the request taking Haley by surprise. His hands stroked her head behind the ears, moving slightly his cock inside. When she did not respond to the request, he shook her head hard, thrusting his cock hard into her throat. “Your pussy, show me how a dirty slut gets off.”

Haley reached a hand down to her skirt, taking the time to pull back from his cock and swallow for a moment. She touched her hand lightly against her pussy, and watched for his reaction.

He was staring down at her, his hand in her hair and the other stroking his cock. “Put two fingers inside. Fuck yourself when you suck me.” He rubbed his swollen head against her cheek, his hips moving back and forth slowly each time.

Haley pushed her hand inside, her own fingers sliding into her wet pussy. Her juices sliding down her fingers, exciting her with the unusualness of the way she was letting herself is taken on her knees outside. Her hips jerked when her fingers touched her sensitive spot, she began riding her hand, and using her thumb to press her hard nub of a clit as she pulled out then in of herself.

She closed her eyes to the sensation, and soon found her mouth being pushed open for his thick cock again. This time she didn’t seem to mind. With the sensations, she was bringing on herself, sucking him added to the build up emerging inside. She relaxed her muscles in her jaw and throat and brought him deep into her mouth, sucking harder this time.

From above her head, she could hear him moaning and talking dirty to her as she took care of him and her at the same time. Each time she heard “good little whore,” she became bolder, dirtier with her actions.

After a few moments, she felt her thighs tense, and her hips began to speed up, as she rode her own hand. Her clit begged for more pressure, and she began to focus on the nub with her fingers.

The trucker seemed to sense her change, and grabbed her hand, pulling it up in a grip around her wrists. He held both of her hands up high at the wrists, keeping her mouth on his cock at the same time. “Oh no you don’t. You’ll wait to I have mine.”

He jerked her by the wrists, pulling her off balance onto his cock, his thrust harder and longer making Haley’s head jerk back each time.

A few violent thrusts, his grip on her wrists tightened. She felt him pull her back in the other direction; her wrists touched the metal of the truck behind her, her head touching the panel next. He used the leverage of the truck to hold her mouth to his cock as he pushed in one last time.

He held her pressed against the truck for a moment until his cock began to lax inside of her mouth. When he leaned away from her, he pulled her to her feet at the same time.

Haley leaned against the truck; she coughed and gasped for air through her mouth. The scent of him was on her mouth, his sweat on her upper lip, and chin it tinged the air she was breathing as if he were still fucking her mouth.

He reached down and gripped the waist of her skirt, pulling her to his hips, he smiled, “That’s one.” He took her hand and guided it to her cock making her take the condom off. His cum mixed with her own juices on her fingers, as she discarded the used rubber.

He turned her so her face was against the truck; her body sandwiched between him and the rig. His hands roamed over her breasts, roughly pulling, gripping. It was a grip that was punishing and arousing. It made her feel dirty and the sense excited it. He was breathing hard against her ear, his hips pressed very hard against her ass.

He was grinding against her ass with a hard pressure that made her reach for the handle above her head to the truck to keep from falling down. He bit her ear, her shoulder, his hands playing with her nipples until they ached and grew hard. She felt him move away, and heard him slide his belt from his pants.

In the next moment, he was binding her hands to the handle above her head on the truck with the leather belt. Haley began to panic. She pulled at the belt, testing her ability to wiggle free, “What are you doing?” she asked nervously.

“Shh shhh shhhh,” he leaned against her again, this time she could feel him growing hard again, his cock pressing into her ass cheeks from behind. One of his hands slid into her panties, fingers pinching her clit, tugging on it. “I promised I wouldn’t bite. This will just help you to hold on tight.”

With that, he spread her legs out, flipping her skirt over her rounded ass. He pulled at her panties, ripping them off of her, the material falling to the ground. She felt his teeth on her ass, and his fingers began pulling at her clit one more time. After a few moments, he pulled away.

She heard the condom wrapper tearing, then he was turning her to face him, her hands bound at the wrists above her head. The twist of her body, tightening the binds.

He grabbed her hips, pulled her to his arousal, running his cock against her slit a few times. His hands moved to her ass, and he pushed against the truck, lifting her up at the same time. He entered her then, her tied hands holding her at an angle just right for him to fuck her against the truck.

Haley grabbed the handle with her hands and held on when he pulled her legs up at the knees, making her fall onto his hard cock. His thickness stretched her and she remembered the same sensation from her first time. His hands quickly moved to her ass, holding her to him and pinned to the truck. He moved inside of her, steadily until he was completely inside.

Haley scrambled to find her feet. She clipped a heel against the lowest rung of the steps to the truck, and found that it helped keep the weight from her hands. She hooked both feet on the bottom wrung and used the leverage to match his strokes.

The trucker picked up the pace, moving faster and faster each time. By the time Haley had her feet on the steps, he was fucking her with such force, her ass was bouncing off the truck door each time.

He bit at her throat, sucking and biting as he took her. His hands gripping her ass cheeks, she could feel one of his fingers moving between her cheeks, closer each time. As Haley began to realize what he was doing, she tried to stop him, but couldn’t find a way to stop the inevitable. He bit at her collarbone, and thrust his index finger into her tight asshole while keeping up his pace of fucking her against the rig.

Haley had never had anal sex, nor let anyone touch her in this area. The sudden invasion made her cry out with the pain and surprise. Before she could catch a breath, two fingers were worked inside. She could feel his fingers and his cock pushing in at the same time. His hard thrusts making her ass ride his fingers and her pussy his cock at the same time.

After a moment, her juices slid to his fingers in her tight whole, making a smoother ride. She began to enjoy the sensation of feeling both holes invaded at the same time. Her body began to tighten, and she found her hips working as fast as his trying to find the finish to the race.

She came suddenly, surprising herself when the scream came from her. She gripped the handle of the truck and pumped her hips using the heels of her shoes locked onto the lower ring of the ladder. She gripped him tight inside her until she felt her release sliding between them.

His hand pulled from her ass, and he planted her hard against the truck as he thrust harder and in smaller strokes. He grunted a few times, then suddenly pulled out before his final time.

He slicked the condom from his cock, and stroked himself a final few times. When Haley opened her eyes to see what he was doing, she saw the stream of white cum flying to her chest. He came on her breasts, pumping himself until every drop was running down her chest and stomach.

Haley pulled at the belt when the warm liquid touched her, another shock that left her uncertain of her reaction to this new degradation. He wiped his slack cock on her stomach, and reached to release her wrists from the binds.

Haley pulled her shirt closed on her sticky breasts, her legs too wobbly to stand without leaning on the truck. She watched him pull up his pants and adjust himself one last time.

He reached down and took her torn panties; he put them inside his pocket. “That was real fine,” he said. He held that same leering smile as he handed her the money that had been pressed against the truck window only an hour before. “Maybe I’ll honk again sometime.”

Haley took the money in her hand, and looked at him one last time. Her body still tingled from her own release, and she reeked of his cum that was presently making her shirt stick to her chest. Her wrists hurt and she felt humiliated for what she had allowed him to do. As she walked back to the car, she felt the $200 in her bra and smiled.

Funny how time can change things in an hour. It would be her dirty secret, but it would make a few things right. She couldn’t help but feel like she had made a deal with the devil, and she prayed she wouldn’t develop a taste for such highway delights.

Foreshadowing

2004-12-27T09:17:00.000-06:00

I climbed ontop of Rick, wearing that Santa inspired nightie complete with Santa hat that had the word 'angel' embroidered on it. He wore Christmas boxers, hard cock pulsing against my flesh as I leaned down and kissed him, his finger running along the trim on the breasts before squeezing the mounds they covered.

As I sat up from kissing him, grinding myself on his pelvis, I lost my hat.

"My angel hat fell off," I say to him as I kiss my way down his chest.

"Is this foreshadowing for whats to come?" he asks with a smirk.

Clever. And it turns out he was right. ;)

Gmail Problems...

2004-12-26T21:14:00.000-06:00

I'm not sure if its site problems, or just my computer, but I'm unable to check my email at that account. I'm hoping that will be magically fixed by tomorrow, but I seriously doubt it. For those who may have emailed me since yesterday, I apologize for the delay. If I can't get it working again, I'll find another email account to use.

News...

2004-12-26T15:53:00.000-06:00

I've retaken that pesky little test that had me flunking the past four months. Lo and behold, I finally passed! Whew! I know the final exam is a real bitch though. Wish me luck!

Merry Christmas!

2004-12-24T08:31:00.000-06:00

Its Christmas Eve and I have a small army to cook and prepare for today and tomorrow. I wish all of you a very merry Christmas, and hope Santa is very good to each and every one of you. (even those of you on the naughty list, myself included ;)

Be safe and well, loves!

xoxo