First thing in the morning, I like frosted buns.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
On a Plane, Nude
Best dare ever. How did they pull it off? Obviously not a full flight. Or is she a sexy flight attendant having fun between flights, posing as a co-worker of the friendly skies snaps her photo. Who's idea? Did they get caught?
Sometimes I make up stories when I see sexy images like this, but sometimes I long to know the real story.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
She Makes Sexy Time, Sexy
We call it 'sexy time.' We don't say, "Do you want to have sex?" We ask, "Do you want to have sexy time?" A lot of the time this means full on intercourse--but sometimes, especially in mornings or evenings when one of us is tired, or we just want variety, we'll just do oral sex, or just masturbate each other, or even just focus on the needs on one person.
One of her favorite things to do is touch herself, and suck me at the same time. She loves the feeling of me in her mouth as she rubs herself. She makes herself cum, and then, while her body is wet and still quivering, begs me to put my hardness inside her. Having had her sucking me, I am all too ready. The sex is hard and fast, urgent, and raw. She loves the aftershocks of orgasm as I release.
Freelancer's Work Break, Reading Porn
She was a freelance writer, working from home.
Even freelancer's have to take a break form work now and then. Since they work at home, alone, they miss out on water cooler gossip. So they have to find their own distractions and ways to take their mind momentarily off of the stress of work.
Her method (and a popular one), reading porn.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Marge Monday: Ready for Snuggles
When Marge wears her little see-tru nightie to bed, you know she's ready for special "snuggles."
Public Transit Flashers
Gotta love the women who get on public transit sans panties. Sometimes as I ride on the light rail of my city, I wonder--how many people right now are wearing something sexy--or not wearing something sexy? How many are flashing intentionally, and how many, if any are flashing unintentionally.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Diddle Her Butt
One of the sexiest things she ever said to me is that sometimes when she was feeling bored and horny, she'd lay in bed and "diddle" her butt. So innocent and so naughty at the same time.
Weekend wear in Summer
A lot of times on weekends, we get up and throw on whatever clothes are at hand, often without bothering with underwear. We'll do chores, or errands around town. Sometimes shop or take walks. One warm day, I snapped a photo of her wearing one of my shirts, some shorts, and shoes. No socks, no panties, no bra. She was smiling in the photo for the camera, unaware that my lens was tilted just a little further down, capturing a glimpse.
Friday, January 25, 2013
California Dreaming
I am dreaming of those sunny days at the beach when you can wear next to nothing. Taking off the wet bikini top, and drying off in just a thin tank. Hair tangled and sun dried. The feeling of salt on skin from the sea and from sweat. Everyone is more beautiful and sexy.
Summer Snapshot
Skinny dipping in summer, in a forest river, what could be better?
A tribute to my favorite independent art film, Summer Snapshot.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Painting, Nude
One of my favorite memories is the time we painted the bedroom, naked. It was night and the neighbor's were home, and we didn't have curtains up yet. There's only one window that faces their house, and it's very doubtful they looked out and saw anything, but it was sort of an added thrill, knowing that we were enjoying our new first home, laying on a fresh coat of paint, in a room that would soon be a center to our lovemaking.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Playing Batgirl, Star Trek, or Snow White
Na-na-na-na-na-na Batgirl!
Space, the final frontier...
Whistle while you work.
So much fun can be had with a Halloween costume from Target--when it's not Halloween.
Do you have a favorite super-hero, cartoon character, movie character, or such from your childhood that you've brought to your adult play?
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Picture This
Not only did she take off her pants and straddle his face, pinning him down with her wieght, and forcing his mouth onto her growing wetness, she pulled out her camera to document it.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Self Snap While Having Sex = Sexy!
While we're doing it, just a pause to grab the camera. Days like this should be remembered.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Black Cat Diptych
Some people don't like black cats because of an old superstition. I have a black cat and love her so much. Mee-yow.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Sit on His Finger
Sometimes she likes to sit on his finger and ride, as if riding his cock. He can curl his finger upwards, pushing pressure on her g-spot. It will make her cum. Hard. And usually squirt.
Friday Night, Cum Home Buzzed
She was dressed up to go out with her friends on Friday night. She danced with lots of hot guys and flirted, but didn't hook up. Moving and grinding got her so turned on. After too many mixed drinks, she came home in a cab, alone, and buzzed.
She had been fantasizing about how it would be to have a guy from the club. Not boyfriend material, but some big, stupid frat boy hunk with a big cock who just wanted to fuck her brains out, and nothing more.
She imagined him fingering her in the cab as they'd make out, not caring if the cab driver noticed. She imagined him pushing her up against her apartment door as she fumbled with her keys. Once inside, she imagined him pushing her against the wall with his slobbering mouth on her mouth--who cares if he's a terrible kisser. His hand, big and heavy is pulling aside her thong and wiggling its way into her tight pussy. She's getting so wet as he fingers her. She hasn't had sex in over a month since she broke up with her boyfriend, and now this drunk jock guy has two thick fingers jammed up her, finger banging her so hard, he's lifting her up, off her toes.
Now he's pushing her down onto her knees and pulling up her dress. Her butt is thrust up into the open view of his aggressive eyes. her shaved pussy is rosy and wet. He jerks down his jeans and his Jockey's. She looks back, her face pressed against the carpet, to see the thick meat of his cock, hard at attention. He has his big hand on it, pointing it to her small opening.
He kneels behind her, positioning his hips square with hers. He grabs her ass cheek with one hand as his other hand stabs his cock into her like a battering ram at a door. He's not even talking, just making incoherent grunts. She knows that he's no lover. There is no tenderness or thought to his actions. Just simple animal instinct. He mounts her like a horse, and fucks her hard, fast. Hard, fast, hard, fast, hard fast. He doesn't change positions or slow, or say anything but grunt. Her eyes are closed. It hurts, but feels good, too. The carpet is rough on her face. His balls slap her.
What was his name again? It doesn't matter. It is always Mr. Cock. Once again she is at home, alone. Her 10" rubber dildo stuck to the wall. She closes her eyes and returns to the fantasy.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Do Not Disturb
After 20 years of working for the company, Linda knew what to expect on a business trip. Another economy-priced room with plastic-wrapped cups. She had made enough trips over the years, to know just what to pack and what to leave. One weekend or a week, it didn't matter; she could fit all the essentials into her one travel suitcase.
The trips always went the same: catch a puddle-jumper commuter flight to one of the towns in their district: Spokane or Boise or Missoula or Wennache. The towns looked about the same. Get off the flight, get the rental car, drive to the hotel, dump the bag on the folding suitcase stand. And before she could shower or relax, leave again to get a meal with Bob, her supervisor, and hear him talk about work. The meals were often chains, Applebees or Olive Garden. She'd memorized the menus.
Travel had lost its charm years ago. It just made Linda tired and her muscles sore. At dinner, she'd look forward to heading back to the motel room. Bob always wanted to stay out, get drinks, because he had an expense account and not a per diem. Linda didn't care what Bob did. Maybe he went to bars and drank alone. Maybe he cruised for hookers in the rental car. Maybe he stayed in his motel room and dialed phone sex numbers or watched the soft-core after midnight and beat off. That wasn't Linda's concern. She had her own plans.
As soon as she and Bob returned to the motel, she said good night to Bob, see you in the morning, and locked the door of her room, deadbolt and chain.
She liked to take off her traveling clothes, and fold them neatly. She then unzipped her suitcase and took out her outfit for meetings and hung it near the shower to steam out some of the wrinkles.
At last, it was time to unpack her essential traveling item. It was her favorite discovery. A huge, flesh-colored, 15" monster dong with a suction-cup base. It was one of her essential travel accessories, same as her toothbrush, hair dryer, and suitcase. It always went with her. She was never questioned about it by airport security. The men pretended not to notice; the woman gave her a knowing look like, "Me, too."
Her toy was how she unwound from the trip so she could sleep in an uncomfortable strange bed with scratchy sheets. She took it first to the bathroom to wash off. With the suction base wetted, she looked for a smooth wall. The entry hall was perfect--narrow enough to touch her butt to one wall and brace her hands against the opposite wall.
She lubed up her dong, and turned around. Leaning her hips back, she worked the tip into her. She let this part go slowly. Even with a good coat of lube, the toy stretched her. It took several minutes until she'd worked in at least 10".
She then began leaning forward and back, letting it slowly penetrate her and then pulling away, letting it slide almost out. She couldn't explain the sensation of pumping such a big toy in and out, but she knew it was bigger than any man she'd been with. It filled her, and she liked the sensation. If she was in real need of a good fucking session, she'd try to work it into her ass.
Someone in another room turned on a TV. Maybe it was Bob. Linda didn't care; she focused on her toy. For that time in her trip, everything was up to her. She could go slow, or fast, in the front or her back, or she could stop and move to another location. In almost every motel, the largest piece of furniture was the giant TV hutch. It made a good, smooth place to plunk her toy.
Sometimes the motel would be a little nicer than most and have a tiled tub with jacuzzi lets. She'd stick her dong on the bathtub edge and lower herself. She'd ride it until she came. A good hard satisfying orgasm. Then she'd take a bath or shower, clean off her toy, and carefully repack it. She'd hang a Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and slip into the cold, scratchy sheets.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
My Orange Crush
I came across the tumblr of Alice Clementine recently and found a new crush. A charming redhead with smart hipster glasses, a sense of style, well-read, and so damn sexy/cute. What's not to love. Especially since a clementine is my favorite orange. yummy.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
College Girlfriend
Oh those were the days. The apartment she rented, the mattress on the floor. Her thigh-high stockings, which were the fashion of the time. And new things to try sexually, and new discoveries. A time for learning.
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