1. I am a 22 year old female who loves being feminine and all that goes with it. ...but I still know how to get dirty (literally and figuratively) when required.
2. I am very confident in my sexual abilities and embrace my sexuality. I have only been insecure about sex twice - the first time and again with a recent partner (both times because I wasn't sure what I was doing... recently because it was my first foray into foreskin) and I definitely think insecurity about sex has a negative impact on the experience for both parties involved.
3. I started masturbating in earnest around the age of 11. Before that I would always play with myself because it felt good, but nothing ever came of it. Being a curious child I was exploring some ...

"Are you ready?"
She blinked as she adjusted her weight uncomfortably in those geeky clodhopper shoes. The pillory that her wrists were restained in left her arms at an oblique angle and forced her to bend over just slightly, making balance a hard thing to maintain. I smirked, stealing a fast glance to growing crowd around us and behind her. The poor thing.
Standing beside her, dressed in a long black coat and wearing a glistening black leather cap, I gently patted her ...

TW and I had the house to ourselves for a couple of hours yesterday. You can be damn sure we put it to good use. LP had a team meeting to attend so TW and I headed up to bed as soon as she left. We’ve found that taking the opportunity, whenever it arises, has jump started our sex life. So, whenever we have the house alone, we try to get in some quality fuck time. Yesterday was some high quality fuck time. It started off with some great CG. TW had several scream out loud, neighbors be damned, orgasms as she fucked my cock and I spanked her ass. Spanking her really sets her off and I try to do it as often as possible these days. Of course, sucking on her titties also sets her off and I do that as often as possible as well, even if ...

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Mr. Porsche loves to watch me cum. It gives him so much pleasure to watch each orgasm. But I also love to give him pleasure. Nothing is more desirable than to know that I am pleasing him. after lying down, I tokd him to roll over and I would give him a massage. A combination of deep massage and light tickles. He was in heaven. I massage ever inch of him from his head to his toes (literally). And then I worked my way back up to his ass.....slowly he feels me working up that way and he opens his legs.....I oil up the prostate massager and slowly and gently teasing him until he is ready to feel me insert the massager into his ass. I work it around until i get there and he rolls over.
Here's the ...

There’s nothing to compare with a handful of tit. And let’s face it, anything more than a handful is wasted. Many moons ago, a colleague insisted that I get to grips with her Space-hopper boobs. (I leave you to guess just how much persuasion it took.) The wine may have played havoc with my little grey cells, but to be honest, I hardly knew what to do with them. Faced with the same situation today - in my dreams, according to Emma - I would be no wiser. Would it seem impolite to grab one with both hands, like a basket-ball player about to shoot? That was certainly the temptation, as I recall. I took the one-handed option, weighing each breast like a bowls-player (ten-pin, obviously, not crown-green). I also seem to remember pushing them apart and ...

I have read about guys who go about these elaborate plans to try to arrange threesomes and such with their wives. I guess I see the point of trying to nudge things into place, but it it has been my experience that the wife in the relationship is pretty much always going to be the deciding factor on if anything "exciting" takes place in your sex life. Years ago when my wife and I actively "played" (the accepted term for including others in our sex life, I think), I could arrange opportunities for us to be in a situation that we might play, but if she wasn't feeling the mood, it wasn't happening. Which frankly, is fine; nobody should be forced or coerced into this kinda thing.
I bring all this up because, it was not many weeks ago that during ...

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Sonny was sleeping between us. I was on the verge of going out myself when I got a tap on the shoulder from his side. 38C wanted to know if I wanted a quickie in the bathroom.
I don't need to be asked twice, of course. Especially since she'll be out of state for a few days.
She sat on the closed toilet and eagerly devoured my rapidly stiffening cock. I could tell she was into it and reached down to cup a breast. I could have cum on a moments notice, but held back of course.
Under her jammies she had on cute (albeit bigger - pregnancy, you know?) patterned panties with nice lacy edges. But her panties didn't matter when I was slamming her from behind over the sink. Damn, she was soaking wet. And got wetter. Because I blew a ...

I'm sick of the death that surrounds me daily at work. I love my patients, lord, I really do. But they are killing me. My job is killing me.
Here I am, sitting here. Unable to sleep. Unable to function. I have been sick more times these past few months than I care to admit. It's like it's my body's way of saying "Hey, I can't take this anymore. I need a break".
I don't know if I need to leave the hospital entirely or if I just need to leave the Oncology floor.
Those cards of thanks and encouragement and the little gifts brought in by the families of my patients just aren't enough anymore. At one time, I found them to be a real morale booster, but now it seems like nothing helps. Not even the "thanks so much dear, you're an ...

Dear Isabella,
I bang a lot of bitches and always rubber up so I don't worry about catching diseases. But a few nights ago I was slamming a ho so hard the condom broke. I hadn't cum or anything and I just pulled my dick out and put another one on it, but I didn't know the ho and don't know if she's got anything and I'm wondering if I can get a disease from my dick touching her pussy insides for that short a time. I don't think I'll see her again but I could slam another ho that hard next weekend so I want to know if I should worry about this kind of shit. I'm not worried about giving skanks diseases and shit because I know they've probably got em, but I don't want that stuff in my dick neither, right? Should I test my junk or not worry because ...

Lately there have been so many things going on in my life, from demo and reno of rooms in my current house, a book deal (non-erotic) and various business proposals, that getting time for sex is tough. Those of you who are dedicated patrons of this blog have no doubt noticed this.
So, even though it is hard to imagine, when I do get time, my body is not always in tune with my head. I break for a moment, and something comes up, and it's not what I WANT to come up, but it is just how it goes.
Contractors have been in and out of my house the past two weeks, and for a week I have a reprieve until I have to go out and buy marble for the bathroom and get that room ready to sand and paint walls and finish before moving to another room.
My ...

“I am kinky. You are perverted. They are deviant.”
“Mmm… you can conjugate me any time… wait… does that make this a conjugate visit?”
*thwack*

Written by: Measha Stone
She felt vulnerable being completely naked beneath him. He caressed her cheek as he nuzzled her neck. He pinched her left nipple as he nibbled the right . Continuing on his path, he placed a hand on her belly as he settled himself between her thighs. She looked down the length of her body at his grinning face, and her eyes rolled back with anticipation.
She could feel his large, strong hands slip beneath her bottom. Using her hands, she covered her eyes to shield herself from the view of what he was doing to her. Her hips rose off the bed as he lifted her wetness to his lips. She felt the hot air of his breath as he blew onto her, and she squirmed slightly from it. With no warning, he dove his head into her ...

I told Sue that if she wanted a courgette for herself that there was another one downstairs. She said she would prefer it (so either the carrots were having an effect or she really has given up all pretence of being innocent). I was feeling a bit mean (or horny – it’s hard to tell them apart sometimes) and told her that she had to go get it herself as I was enjoying myself. She got up and started to look around for something to wear and Mike told her she had to go naked. We had been doing things for a while so it was likely that Jen was going to be out of the shower and Sue realised this. She seemed to think about it briefly and decided that she wanted the courgette badly enough so opened the door and dashed out. Jen had indeed finished and was ...

I've just realized that my Blog-o-versary just passed and this blog has lasted over 2 years. What a contrast between December of 2007 and now.
The blog also has over 120,000 individual hits. Damn, that's a lotta people reading. Cool!
I'll try to ramp up the sex and dial back the relationship twists... I know the sex is way more fun, hahaha!
I've also noticed that the comment ratio is wayyyyy down and I suppose that is normal for blogs that have been around for awhile. Readers assume that the writer knows they are there, still reading. I mean, the blog hit counter continues to rise, so the writer must know, right? I have a few faithful readers who like to comment, but I know I'm guilty of not commenting as often as well, so I'll work ...

Mona called from a pay phone about an hour up the road. She had gotten a late start and then made a wrong turn on the outer belt around the state capital. That added another half hour. I was already anxious about her coming for the weekend and the fact that she was late just made it worse. Was Chet out of the picture? Was I just being used to get back at Chet? I had no idea.
My apartment outside of dear old college town was basically half of a second story above a business by the highway. There was no stairway inside—the only way to my door was a long, black metal stair on the side of the building. It was kind of like a fire escape bolted to the wall. There was a long climb up to a landing where my door was. One of the benefits of this odd ...

I was out with a friend recently at a local watering hole I like to call my own. Good beer, good laughs, good times. I saw a few guys at the bar I'd like to fuck, but there was one in particular that was working his game.
Let's call him Steve.
Steve was 51, single, a couple of kids. Owns a Harley (mmmm), twinkle in his eye (mmmm) and looks like all kinds of trouble (double mmmm). Just my type for a sweet fuck.
He was working his moves, as I, at 36, look like the sweet young innocent type (heh!) when I want to. I play the part well -- look professional, act professional, give the impression of being a sweetheart when really I eat men for lunch. Who am I to dispute his impression of me? (big wink)
We started talking when my ...

New entries are coming soon, I promise, as I have lots of delicious exploits to share with you all.  My knees are trembling at the sheer thought of said exploits. Phwoar. But you know what else makes me go ‘phwoar’? Agent Provocateur.  I didn’t know they did shoes!  So check out these babies Over-the-knee/thigh-high boots are high fashion at the moment.  But, if like me, you like simplistic footwear without fussy details, I think these fit the bill.  And, let’s face it: even when they’re out of fashion (they will come back in again though), if you walked into the bedroom wearing these, underwear and a whip in your hand your man isn’t going to complain is he? Phwoar.

I threaded the soft rope around Chloe's chest into an intricate harness from neck down between her legs and back all the way up. She relaxed into the enveloping tightness of the rope, lying back on the bed, legs spread lazily.
Roping her wrists together I attached her hands to the knot between her breasts and turned my attention to her pussy.
I pushed the strands of rope to the side, tongue and fingers teasing and circling around the swollen hard nub of her clit.
Chloe spread her legs further. "Where did you learn to eat pussy like a girl?" she asked.
I was too polite to point out that this was not the right moment to pause for a juicy story.

Another Thursday, another picture. I like this shot, the curves of back and shoulders. It’s one of the few times I’ve taken a picture that’s then felt like it should be an HNT, rather than me going out of my way to take a picture specifically for you guys.
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"You guys can make out while I pee," I said to Adam and Kay, after a big bottle of wine and some roasted chicken and three bean salad and mashed potatoes from Harriet's Kitchen.
I went to pee. And found a wet spot on my panties. Which was no shocker. No shocker at all.
I came back to the bed finding Adam on top of Kay, kissing her. I sighed. A happy sigh. I think I like watching them kiss more than anything. Which might be corny. I don't know.
There is part of me that resists thinking and writing romantically about Kay and Adam and me. Because I think, the standard mode of thought, is that threesomes should be hot. Wild. Kinky. And I'm afraid of the romance in a way, hesitant towards intimacy, sensuality. But I don't ...