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Out of the Cold (05 December 2007)

They say no two snowflakes are alike, that each is unique. But as the wind whipped flakes into a blizzard-fueled frenzy, each felt like the same sharp-edged blade, ripping through the air to slice into my skin. I huddled further into my oversized coat, shivering as cold air slithered under its edges. Massachusetts winters are not for the faint of heart, and here in the western part of the state, weather is compounded by lake effect from upper New York.

I hurried across the yard, eager to escape Old Man Winter, more than willing to trade wicked snowflakes for the placid, though scented, air of the barn. Struggling to close the heavy door against an insistent wind, I cursed soundly as it finally slammed shut, the heavy wood knocking me back a few feet. Lunging for the door as Winter threatened to open it again, I slid the wooden bar into the lock and huffed out a breath of frustration. Although I was mostly glad that no one else had been home when this nor'easter had decided to turn blizzard, it was a cold, lonely walk from house to barn to make sure the animals were settled in for the storm.

Flicking on the light switch, I reached over and ran my hand down Lady's back. A sturdy young Herford, she was the symbol of our return to farming, and, we hoped, the start of our own herd. Stepping up beside her, I scratched between her eyes, chuckling as she butted against my hand, looking for the treats she'd come to expect from me. Rolling my eyes, I gave her one of the apples I'd slipped in my pocket. When she reached for another, I shook my head and backed away, reminding her she needed to eat her hay and grain before she got any more treats. She snorted, tossing her head in derision, and I laughed aloud as I crossed the aisle to check on the pig.

Snowball's Chance (03 December 2007)

Liesl tumbled recklessly down the stone stairs from the highest turret of Schloss Runeberg. She had to outrun the plaintive cries of her mother. There was nothing she could do for her mother except get beyond the range of the vocal expression of her torment. That's what her mother had told her she wanted Liesl to do—to escape. But there was no escape. He was an animal. But all of the control was on his side. There wasn't the smallest chance Liesl could save her mother—or herself.

She reeled out of the arched doorway to the tower and stumbled down the stairs and lay in a heap in the falling snow on the cold stone paving of the castle keep. Her handmaid, Lutgard swept out of the scullery door and folded her body over the lithe figure of her beloved Liesl. She rocked the young woman in her arms and hummed a soothing tune. But still Liesl could hear the cries of her mother. Liesl could only imagine what her stepfather was doing to her mother up there. But she knew her mother was sick and exhausted and should not be lying with any man, let alone that big brute who was her stepfather, The Burgermeister—the mayor—of Runeburg, a man who not only was the law of the land in Freidenschaft now that Liesl's father, the Burggraf von Freidenschaft was cold in his grave, but who also was the most mammoth and cruelest man of the region.

Liesl's mother, the Burggrafin Kathe, hadn't stood even the slightest chance in the face of the ambition and scheming of such a man. He had overwhelmed her and taken her as if by right the moment Liesl's father had died under suspicious circumstances. And now the man of insatiable appetites, unbounded cruelty, and inhuman physique was driving Liesl's mother to her own grave with his constant demands and assaults—in their private chamber at the top of the tower.

Liesl was sobbing and Lutgard was giving her what comfort she could.

"Come, child, we must get you off these cold stones. Come inside."

"No, Lutgard, no. I can still hear her from there. Isn't there anything—?"

Icebound (01 December 2007)

Sally came out of the shower to find that Valerie was still in bed. It being the weekend, there was no need for her to be up right at this moment, but they were planning to visit Charles, their Master, today. As she studied the face of her lover, she detected a hint of sadness there. She didn't like seeing Valerie sad, and she had a suspicion she knew what the cause was. They still had three hours to be at Charles', so Sally felt able to take the time to have her shoulder cried upon.

"Hey there, little lady. Why the long face?"

"Oh. I'm sorry, Sally. It's noth..."

"Don't give me nothing lover. We're partners for life. What makes you sad, makes me sad. Out with it! Why the long face?"

"It's an anniversary."

"Mike?"

"Yeah. He proposed today, all those years ago. I stopped celebrating them after he died."

Mike Burbon was Valerie's husband. He had died five years ago in a car accident. That was from another time in Valerie's life, before she discovered her ability to enjoy sex and fall in love with a woman. It was Sally's total acceptance of Mike that had allowed Valerie to remember those times with the joy as well as the pain they had always held for her. The picture of him and Valerie, once packed away for so many years, had been a prominent fixture in the living room of the house for the last six months.

"So this is the first time since he died that you've let yourself remember it?"

Tears filled her eyes as she answered. They were tears of sadness at the loss, yes, but they were more. There was guilt as well. She had turned away from the memories of the man she had loved with all her heart for so many years. "Yes. God, Sally, it hurts so much."

The Mermaid and The Octopus (29 November 2007)

Let me tell you a tale about an octopus, otherwise known as a professor, and a mermaid, otherwise known as a student.

The mermaid had taken two classes from this professor. It had gone well enough during the first class. She got to know him by the end of the first quarter. Well, she thought she got to know him.

By the second class, she thought to herself, "AHA! How nice that he is such a kind person. Gee, maybe he can help me navigate my way through the maze otherwise known as the world of law. PERFECT!! After all he is my professor. He even seems to want to guide me through the murky waters ahead. How nice of him...."

Well, it turns out this nice professor was an octopus who's tentacles had a way of wandering where they shouldn't.

When it first happened the mermaid thought to herself, "HHMMM, that's most peculiar, must have been a mistake. There is no possible way my favorite octopus, otherwise known as my professor, could have meant to brush his hands against my ass. And I know he definitely didn't mean to brush his crotch so closely to my ass that I could feel the fishing pole that he keeps in his pocket."

When it happened a second time, well, she quickly cut off access to said octopus. Why upset the Marine Conservation Society by making calamari out of said octopus? She decided to just stay away and leave well enough alone.

It was tough for the mermaid. Law is a funny thing. It's hard, confusing and difficult, especially if you don't often swim in those murky waters. Dangerous waters, the law is, full of sharks, and octopus and other creepy crawly sea creatures.

Command performance (27 November 2007)

By the time another fifteen minutes had passed with no more sign of life, I felt that some action was necessary. I still had things to do. But what about Connie? I could hardly leave her back at the college in a post-orgasmic trance and reeking of sex; nor for the same reason could I put her on a train for her home on the other side of London. Somewhere she had to be cleaned up and made presentable. I could think of nothing for it but to take her back to my place; with any luck by the time we got there she might be taking a bit more notice.

I explained this to her. She did not reply, as such, but at intervals she emitted her slight grunt – "huh" – and I took this for consent.

Halfway home she showed her first sign of recovery, suddenly announcing quietly but clearly, "Oh ... my ... god."

"Welcome back," I replied. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, wow! Jeez-us fucking Christ!" was the best she could manage. I left it at that for a while.

As we entered my home suburb she seemed to come out of it a bit. "Oh, Mr Walker," she began.

This odd formality made me smile. "Don't you think you should call me James?"

She giggled. "Yes. Thank you, James. Thank you for everything. To think we've worked together all this time and I never knew! Where, where, did you learn to shag like that?"

"Well," I replied sort-of truthfully, "it's just a gift."

"A gift? You're telling me! Mr Walker – sorry, James – I know a lot of people think I'm too free and easy and I admit I've had my share of boyfriends but never, never ever, have I had it like that! The second time you made me come ... oooh!" She wriggled with pleasure at the memory. "It just kept washing over me in waves! I thought it would never end." She tapped the side of her head. "My ears are still ringing," she smiled.

We had just turned into my home street. "My house is just down here," I told her. "Do you think you're all right to walk?"

Angel of the Morning (17 November 2007)

Angela felt his light touch on the outside of her

arms, tracing the contours, dipping down to glide over

her waist, and back again. He used just the right

amount of pressure; gentle enough to arouse her, but

not too light to tickle. She smiled, and opened her

eyes.

He was leaning over her, looking at her as if he was

a bear, and she the honey. A grin spread across his

handsome face. "It's almost morning, sleepy head."

She stretched, letting the cover slip down and over

her bare breasts. She saw his gaze shift and almost

laughed aloud. He hadn't been joking when he'd said

he was a "breast man".

He brought a hand up and cupped her breast, kneading

it gently. "We still have some time," he said,

arousal flaring in his eyes.

Angela could feel his erection pressing against her

hip. She kept the sadness from her eyes as she

answered him with a kiss.

ArtofHerDesire (15 November 2007)

"Thank you very helping me move these boxes in," I told my new

neighbor, Susan.

"Your welcome, Tsukki," she said, butchering the pronunciation of

my name and not meaning her reply at the same time. "Phil wasn't doing

anything today anyway."

I smiled. Phil wasn't as uneager as she tried to make him sound.

The blond man had been watching me from his window when I first drove

up and I could see the anxiety on his face when I started to unpack.

He couldn't wait to help the beautiful asian woman who had moved in

next door.

"Your husband is very strong," I commented.

Susan snorted.

"What is in all these boxes?" Phil asked. His eyes fell to the

opening in my shirt and the pale swell of my breasts. My short nature

often allowed men to see down my blouse. It wasn't accidental.

"They hold my paintings," I said.

Susan and Phil looked around them with a start.

"How many do you have?" Susan asked.

"More than I should," I admitted. I touched Phil on the arm and

if I didn't have him before, I knew I had him now by the warm flush on

his face. "Thank you for your strength this day."

Susan was perturbed and took her husband's arm. "What kind of

paintings do you do?"

THE ANNIVERSARY (13 November 2007)

Their life had been like that of most other couples married five years:
two children, a mortgaged house, good friends, some good times and some bad
times. Their fourth anniversary had been a surprise, planned by him to
make it special for her. She blessed it with tears of joy. She had
planned and worked for months to make their fifth anniversary special for
him.

Her plan demanded physical as well as mental fitness. She was running
and lifting weights at the gym. Watching her muscles ripple, she smiled to
herself thinking of what his responses would be when she gave him the gift.
He had made positive comments on the changes in her appearance. He was
always positive and supportive for her, as she was for him.

She designed a new, white evening dress. It covered her from its high
collar to the flowing hem around her feet. The dressmaker had eyed her
knowingly when she told her what she wanted. The dress was really six
pieces, attached to each other with velcro. Skin tight, both hiding all
and hinting at much more, it was designed to be removed piece by piece.
Under her dress, she would wear six different items. She purchased
matching shoes, higher heels than would be comfortable, but she would not
be wearing them for very long.

She rented a small nightclub with an elevated stage and effective
lighting for their anniversary night. She arranged a caterer. She hired a
young lady named Vicki to assist her. When she told her brother she wanted
him to help her interview and hire an exotic dancer, he looked askance, but
knew better than to ask too many questions.

About a month before their anniversary, her husband asked if she wanted
to go away for a few days and take some time for themselves. She smiled at
him, a smile laden with hidden meanings.

Another Day At Work (11 November 2007)

Cindy stood waiting for the elevator. "Hurry up", she said impatiently.
"God, this is the slowest elevator in the world!"

She had 5 minutes to make it up to the boardroom before the meeting
started. She hated being late to meetings. She'd just as soon not go at
all, then to walk in late!!

She ran her hands over her suit skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. She
smiled to herself when she felt her front garter buckle. Underneath her
very professional suit, she wore a black demi bra, thong & matching garter.
Attached to the garters were very sheer black stockings with lace tops.

"If those old farts I work for only knew how I dress under my
conservative business suits!!", she thought to herself, laughing. To them
she was just an old married woman.

"If they only knew", she said softly, smiling. Ever since turning 40,
she had become obsessed with sex and couldn't seem to get enough! She
certainly needed more than her husband was offering these days!!

She had already decided to start looking for someone else to help
satisfy her needs. Even at 40, she could still turn a few heads. But she
just hadn't had the time yet to look for anyone.

The elevator finally arrived and the door opened. Cindy stepped inside
noticing that there were two men already in the elevator. "6th floor,
please", she told the guy standing next to the control panel.

AnnabelleAsia (09 November 2007)

On my last trip to Asia, the hotel had a wonderful health club, with sauna, steam
bath, showers - everything you might want when traveling. One afternoon after
working out, I decided to take a steam bath. I showered briefly, wrapped
myself in a towel and stepped into the steam room. The steam was hot and
thick and it was difficult to see at first. I found a spot in one corner and leaned
back against the wet wall, breathing the steam slowly. After a few moments, I
opened my eyes and noticed another woman sitting in the opposite corner.

She was Asian, very petite, with a beautiful face and slender body. Her hair was
wrapped in a towel, but she sat totally naked in the steam, comfortable with her
own nudity. She had small, lovely breasts and a very slender waist. Her stomach
was flat and her hips and limbs slender and lovely. Her eyes were closed so I
could observe her in detail without discomfort. In a moment, she opened her
eyes and looked at me, smiling slightly. I smiled in return and looked away, not
wanting her to think I was staring.

"It's very hot, " she said in accented English, and I agreed that it was. "The
perspiration is good for your pores, " she said. And then, "you should let the
steam touch your skin," indicating that I should take off the towel that was
covering my torso. I laughed and let my towel slip down from my breasts into
my lap, unwilling to discard it altogether. She smiled, and closed her eyes
again. As I watched, she began to move her hands over her body, slowly over
her abdomen, her thighs, her breasts. This seemed to be almost an unconscious
movement, as though she was simply brushing off the water. She opened her
eyes and smiled at me again and then rose and left the steam room.

AnnabelleLunchtime (07 November 2007)

At lunchtime when I went back to my hotel room, the sun was streaming in
the windows and the room was cozy and warm. I thought I'd lie down for a
few minutes to have a little siesta but it was so warm I stripped off my
clothes to nap in my underwear. Before I lay down, the sun felt so good
that I moved closer to the window to feel the direct warmth on my skin. It
was wonderful - heat baking my muscles and making me even drowsier. I
stood in front of the windows, stretching and moving, feeling suddenly
sensual and sexy.

Purposely moving slowly and provocatively, almost like dancing, I
reached behind and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. My
breasts felt full and heavy, and as I touched them, the nipples began to
get hard. I made soft little circles with my fingertips around each
nipple, teasing and tickling, making them harder. Then, with my
forefingers and thumbs, I pinched each one, twisting, rubbing, hurting a
little, remembering the feel of my lover's teeth biting and sucking at my
breasts.

My clit began to tingle and ache and I could feel myself getting moist
between my breasts, between my legs. Keeping one hand on my breast, I
reached down with the other into my panties, letting my fingertips brush
over my clit. Then, using both hands, I stripped off the panties and stood
naked in front of the windows, letting the sun beat on my body. The
windows were floor-to-ceiling and I loved closer, leaning against the glass
- thighs, public bone, breasts, arms outspread - with my head thrown back
and the sun hot on my throat.

Bam Margera and Me (05 November 2007)

I was turning the age of 24, I loved to skateboard and loved the music of the time. Yet, something amazing happend...

At 3 am i was woken up in a scream of terror. My cell phone had rang to the song of Escape From Hellview for cKy. It was my friend Jess. "Valo, Valo, Valo guess who is going to be in Philly?" She asked hysterically. "I dunno but it beeter be something good i was dreaming in my West Chester dreams" I said sleeply with drool hanging from my mouth. "cKy is going to be at the electirc factory TONIGHT! It's a free concert!" I had jumped up in joy and screamed whiping the drool from my lips. "WHAT?!?!?! cKy?!?! You're Serious?!" "Yes so this means hopefully you can meet your 'homeboy'." I reaally don't know why she calls Bam my homeboy I've only met him once. "what time?" I asked in a horrific rush. "Duh, of course 7:30"

At the time of 9pm cKy had finished one of my favorite songs '96 Quite Bitter beings. Then there he was, Bam Margera. Bumping into me, "Oh, I'm sorry I didin't see you." I turned to him and was shocked I didn't believe who was there in front of me. "No no no it's ok It was my fault." "hey I like your shirt." "Thanks," I relpied when i knew that he has the same shit. I touched my fucKyou shirt and looked up at him. "You wnana come home with me tonight?" he asked. "Sure. How bad can you be."

The Room of Requirement Ch. 1 (03 November 2007)

Yes, the room of requirement was used as a secret meeting place for a rebel defense against the dark arts group. But it had many other uses as well. Right now he and his three girlfriends were walking past the invisible door, concentrating on the words “I need a place for Hermione, Ginny, and Cho Chang and me to have sex in without being found...” after repeating this three times, he faced the door, to find that an ornate bronze door had appeared. Hardly trusting himself, he pulled open the door to find a room just perfect for sex, sex toys, beds, liberator pads, and of course, the all-time favorite, the levitator, a magical device that levitates a girl into the air, providing access to both her ass and her pussy. They all three rushed in, and immediately, the door slammed shut behind them, obviously preventing anything from entering, or hearing what was going on inside. Along one wall was a shelf full of books, labeled things like Most Potent Spells for Sexual Pleasure. There was a note on the wall saying: This chamber is a very special thing, while you are in it, time does not pass for you, you have unlimited stamina, and you do not need to eat or perform other bodily functions. Clothes are not allowed! It is not possible to get pregnant, or get any STD’s in this room And, as Harry looked around, he saw that all of their robes had disappeared, and he was staring at the perfectly shaved pussies and tits of his three favorite girls. Immediately his dick reached steel hard perfection, and likewise, pussy juice began oozing out, and nipples became as hard as stone. “Well we aren’t doing anything any good by just standing here!” Exclaimed Harry, and practically dashed over to a bed and threw himself down on it. “I’m ready when you are girls.” Hermione, Ginny, and Cho began riffling through some books, evidently looking for some sort of spell. “Aha!” Yelled Hermione, and pulled out her wand, pointing it at Harry. “Multiplyus Phallus!” She said. Immediately, before Harry’s eyes, he started growing another dick, pushing the other back a little.

Mark Got To Fuck His TV Idol (01 November 2007)

I am a 31 year old woman. A successful TV news anchor in a major metropolitan market. I have never been married. After graduation from college I put my career ahead of everything else including long term relationships. I work hard to keep myself looking good, working out to keep my figure, frequent trips to the beauty shop to maintain my hair. My wardrobe is extensive and for the most part, expensive. All the things that is required of a television personality. I have had some short term relationships with men. I even thought I loved a couple of them but I just couldn’t be the woman they wanted and work the hours required to get ahead in a very competitive field.

The only relief I get from the grind of 12 to 14 hour days is to get away from the city to my little cabin at Knox Lake. Here I can be myself and do the things I really want to do. No need to put makeup on or dress up. Where I can be lazy and sleep in or just lay in bed with a good book. This is also where I can fantasize about sexual needs. I keep a small supply of X rated movies and live vicariously through the characters as they perform their sexual acts.

A few weeks ago I left late Friday night, after the ten o’clock news and drove the two hours to my retreat. Arriving there late I went straight to bed. The next morning I discovered that I had nothing in the house for breakfast so the only solution was to get dressed and go to town. We have a small cafe in town where the locals get together for coffee and small talk. Putting on a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt I drove the two miles to town. On the occasions when I have gone there I sit at a corner table and try not to attract attention. On this Saturday morning there were only a few patrons and I had my choice of tables. It was a beautiful day and so I selected a table by the window so I could enjoy the scenry.

An Interesting Event (30 October 2007)

I had been working on a machine that would allow humans to transform either part of them selves to how they would like it or to change into a completely different creature altogether. The project was nearing the end of construction and quickly approaching the testing phase. But first we needed samples of animals. My colleges and myself have spent the last four months traveling and gathering animals from all across the world and placing them in our zoo. Two of every animal on the top 100 list of favorite animals. I was just getting back from our third trip to Mexico in search of the migrating Monach Butterflies. The things just wouldnt stay where we put them.
"Hey Bill," one of the scientist said as I walked in to deliver the butterflies.
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me William, Ted?" I said handing over the Butterflies.
"More?"
"Yeah the bats at the last pair. Make sure they are seperate this time would ya?"
I walk up to my office/lab searching for a good friend of mine. I met her quiet a few years back in high school. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. I tried not to show it when I was around her. I'm not sure if she feels the same way I do and I have never had the courage to find out. She was slightly shorter than me at about 5'9", she had a beautiful if not slightly seductive figure. She often wore looser shirts which hid her lovely breast, but when we would meet for dinners she always wore dresses that would cling to wonderfully curved body.
"I remember you back when you were so young and naive."
Turning around I saw her standing there wet with her diving skin cling snugly to her perfect feminine fasique. "have fun while i was away?" I asked her.
"Yeah went for a swim with the dolphins."
"I reckon we are nearly ready for the integration."

Emmas Fantasy (28 October 2007)

It was Emma’s birthday, she was 27 and had been looking forward to going out for a real good night out for ages, she had been deciding what clothes to wear as she loved to get dressed up when she went around town.

She had been with her partner for over 2 years after meeting him at work, left her husband and got with him, they had lived together and spent time together. She often felt it strange because she could talk to him about her fantasies and there was no way that her previous partner would let her do that.

She was attractive, dark long hair with a hint of red and was simply stunning when she was all done up and ready to go out.

On that night of her birthday she had decided to wear her ‘playboy’ outfit, this consisted of a strappy top, a short pink and black skirt with her knee high playboy boots, it made her feel sexy when she got dressed up and she loved the feel of the air on her bare legs, she decided that on this occasion she would wear only those items, no knickers and no bra…..

She got ready and they waited for the taxi, she had previously told her partner about her fantasy, it was a fantasy that many people desire, more than one man and ideally she would love to watch some action between the men as-well, something that her previous partner would certainly not allow….

Birthday Gift (26 October 2007)

I was bored with the same old thing at home and getting it from outside was not as thrilling anymore since I always told my husband about it. So he offers me the best birthday gift ever.

Reggie is my hubby's name and he decided that fulfilling my sexual fantasy of fucking two guys at one. He had to be one of them, which was fine by me, but I got to choose the other. I decided to go with the one guy I dated and never slept with when I was younger. This of course was not my choice. This is my ex Will and he thought that he should not be my first. He said that I was too good to be second best, and since he was marrying his pregnant girlfriend, I would be.

So, I was not only fulfilling one fantasy, but two. I would finally get to fuck the one guy I always wanted but said no to me. I was truly excited. I called Will and set up the whole thing. He agreed that we had waited far too long to experience this and was as excited as I was.

The night approaches and I get ready. I jumped in the shower and put on my favorite white corset. I had on a pair of slingback heels and let my long, wet, curly hair fall down over my shoulders and down my back. My husband was already getting hard waiting for Will. Upon Will's arrival, we laid down some ground rules. Will was not permitted to kiss me and neither male was allowed to touch the other. We were all in agreement and continued.

Intruder in the night (24 October 2007)

it was the night before my birthday.. i decided to look my best i needed to get an early night,after a long hot soak in the bath i moisturised my body with coconut oil slipped my silk night dress over my head feeling the cool silk slide down my smooth skin, i remember thinking its been a long time since anything exciting had happened, i climbed into bed feeling horny but tired the window was open letting the cool breeze blow over my body i must have fallen asleep rather quickly but what happened that night i'll never forget... as i lay there i thought i felt something touching my leg softly i stirred a little and was lay on my back i felt it again this time a opened my eyes still half asleep i saw the figure of a guy kneeling by my bed i could feel my heartbeat getting faster .. thinking it was a dream i lay still and wathed him approach my already damp pussy with his fingers, i felt this strangers fingers as the started to run along my slit separating my lips and stimulating my clit by now my heart is racing Im sure this isnt a dream then a felt the warmth of his tongue as he started to run his tongue over my pussy, i moved slightly and looked straight at him and he put his hand over my mouth i knew then what was going to happen.i tried to shout but his hand muffled the noise he was already stripped apart from his t shirt i felt his hard cock pressing against my pussy and with one thrust his cock was inside me and started fucking my pussy god it felt so good but aTt the same time i was scared of what he might do, just then he he whispered in a broad irish accent be quiet and you wont be hurt he kissed my neck and down to my breast my nipple were by this time erect OH MY GOD im being raped and im loving it!!!his cock felt so big and i could feel it throbbing inside me...he pinned my arms up above my head as he fucked me harder i let out a moan and he released my hands i dug my nails into his back bucking my hips letting him get deeper into my dripping pussy then he got up and straddled my chest he pressed his cock against my mouth and grabbing my hair pulling it back he forced his cock into my mouth i remember looking up at him and taking all of his big cock into my mouth making me gag which dodnt seem to bother him he stared fucking my mouth i felt a pulse on my tongue and he pulled out an wanked his cock over my face and pushed it back into my mouth letting me drain the last drops fom him he moved of me and started to dress i tried to switch my lamp on but before i could he'd gone back the way he entered throught the open window i leave my window open now each night hoping my strabger will visit again

What it is like with Anuyasha (22 October 2007)

Wow... Anuyasha. He's sexy as HELL, fun to be around, and a very, very, VERY good fucker. I swear he nearly blows my back out!! And for the people who forgot who I am, I'm Kanutsai, his girlfriend and best friend.

"KANUTSAI!""WHAT?!""HI!!" said Anuyasha. "Get up!C'mon let's go fishing. We have to eat something." I replied angrily,"Then why the HELL did you wake me up?! I'm tired from last night." Well, last night we fucked till bout 3 in the morinin'!! "And,"he said,"you said that we would go fishing in the morning." "Well," I said,"then let's go."(I HATE it when he does that!)
When I got up and realized he was all ready to go,I wasn't!!! So I got up and got dressed in the usual bikini like komoto.I walked out of the hut we built a couple days ago andsaw that he was behind me with his sword(which i love cause its like mine)tied around him."Why do you have your sword?" I asked. "You'll see,"he replied with a grin that I soon to recognize means he thinking about doing something while I'm not looking.

So we caught enough fish to last us a while . But as i was setting the crab line, I found him behind me with his hands on my hips swaying." What are you doing?""Swaying to the music of the sea,"he said,"and kissing you."As soon as I heard that he was kissing me on the lips, still swaying to that music of the sea.

he Best Birthday Ever (20 October 2007)

I was coming home from the gym on my 28th birthday when my girlfriend, Mary called me. “Hello baby, I hope you’re on your way I’ve got a special surprise for you.” She said in a sexy voice. “I’m almost there.” I replied, and hung up. Mary was great. She was my age, well 3 months younger. She had blonde hair, great breasts and a tight ass. We had been together for almost a year. The only thing that every made me want to leave Mary, was her hot friend Mandy. They were best friends, and Mandy was just like Mary, but something about her turned me on more then Mary did. Didn’t have time to think about that now, I thought to myself as I pulled into the driveway and made my way up to the door.

I opened the door to find Mary standing in the front hallway. She looked amazing. She had a blue skirt, with white frills at the bottom, and pink and white bra. She began to kiss me. She said “You remember Mandy, don’t you sweet heart?” She asked. “Yes, I remember her.” I replied, leaving out the part about how I jack off to the thought of fucking her in the shower. Then, Mandy steeped out of the living room. My heart skipped a beat. She was a reverse copy of Mary, with a blue and white bra, and a pink and white skirt. “Happy birthday, Frank.” They both said. Mary walked over and took off my sweatpants. My cock was all ready hard as shit, and Mary said, “Let’s go into the kitchen, shall we?” She pulled me by the cock into the kitchen, where she had a bottle of spray icing. She sprayed some on my cock and began her and Mandy began to rub it. “Mmm.” I said, I couldn’t help but moan. They began to lick it all off, and now my cock was even harded. “You must me sweaty after the gym, why don’t we take you upstairs and clean you up.” Mary said.

Ten Tips for First Timers (12 September 2007)

For your first time, go to a naturist resort (ie: one which is set in wide, open natural surroundings) - possibly a campsite with caravan and cabin stay. The great thing about these is that they are relaxed, with plenty of privacy when required, and they generally have a central area with spas and seating where you can relax, socialise, and be among like-minded people. Spend a bit of money and go somewhere nice. This trip will set the tone of all your future nudist endeavours. You only have your first time once, so make it good!

The Beginning of an Affair (27 July 2007)

I walk into the bar where we decided to meet, and I scan the crowded room, looking for Scott. After a few moments, I find him, beer in hand, at the bar. I greet him, and comment on how crowded it is. He says he knows a place that will be a little less populated, so I agree to leave with him. He finishes his drink, and we head for the exit. He gets into his truck and waits for me to reach my car. Leading the way, he drives to a smaller establishment a few miles away. Finding a table, we order a couple of drinks and chat quietly. He tells me about what life in the military was like. He had spent some time in Korea, and seemed to enjoy it. I tell him what my life has been like over the past several years. After an hour or so, this bar gets a little crowded and noisy, so we decide to go to another bar where we can continue to catch up.
This bar is much quieter than the last. We find a secluded table near the back of the bar, and order a pitcher of beer. Looking me over, he mentions how pretty I look. Blushing, I reprimand him, telling him he's a shameless flirt -which he doesn't deny. As we continue to talk, I prop my legs on a chair between us, and he warns me not to do that unless I want him to give me a massage. I quickly drop my legs to the floor, trying to avoid giving him an excuse to touch me. Grinning, he sits in the chair I had my feet on, and grabs my left ankle, placing it between his legs. Unzipping my boot, he begins to massage my calve. It feels amazing. He grabs my other ankle, and massages that one as well. When he slides his hand a little further up my leg, I whimper slightly, totally enjoying his touch. Arching an eyebrow, he grins. He always did like to hear me whimper at his touch. Placing my leg back on the floor, he moves his chair closer to mine, and tells me to turn around. I obey, and he starts rubbing my back and shoulders.

Birthday Gifts (25 July 2007)

It was a week later after the fair. Tina and Lori calls me at home,it was about 9:30.They asked me if I`d like to come over. Loris tells me that they have a fun suprise for me. So I had nothing I was doing,and it sounded interesting.So I agreed. I told them I`d be there in an half hour.

When I arrived at their townhouse apartment.I rang the doorbell,Tina opened the door and greeted me with a big hug and a short passinate kiss( I was very delighted) Then Lori popped around the door and she also gave me a hug and a short passionate kiss. After Lori pulled away from my lips I could see both were just wearing T-shirts and no pants( so I assumed, just panties or so) Their kisses had already started making my cock swell inside my pants. Not to mention the naughty thoughts running thru my mind,about what the girls had planned. So as they led me inside,Lori slips up behind me. Tina was in front of me,she was smiling very big( almost an devilish grin like) Tina then tells me to close my eyes as tight as I could.As I closed my eyes I felt Lori slip something around my head covering my eyes,after she tied it very snug.Tina asked me to open my eyes and tell if I could see anything.I tried very hard to see any light at all,which I told them "no I cann`t see anything ,not a trace of light" they both replied" very good"

I felt one of them take my hand and led me upstairs I could her them talking and knew one had openned a door.I was led into the room and was place on my back,on a bed No sooner I was laid back I felt my pants being taken down and then I felt them off my ankles. I knew by this time I had a full raging hard on(this was really turning me on). I felt someone rubbing on my boxers,feeling on my hard cock. I laid there I knew they could see it and the smile I had on my face.Then to my suprise, I felt someone putting like cotton into my ears, then they put like ear muffs over my ears. I thought ,Ok this hasn`t ever happened to me ,but as horny as they had me I was game.

The rewards of picking up hitchhikers (23 July 2007)

All my life, I have picked up hitchhikers, if traffic permitted and if they did not look so scary. Most of the time, It has had its rewards. Here are a few samples of my luck.

I first saw Mary as I was driving home from the next town. It was a cold fall day and I was over to a friends house. Mary was standing at the intersection I was turning at. She was a small girl, blond hair. She had on a winter jacket and had a small bag. Even thou she was going a different direction, I stopped and rolled down the window. "Where you headed?" I called out.
"Westbrook" She leaned over and told me. "Get in" I told her.
There were two state schools in the area, so Friday afternoon and Saturday morning were good times to find someone hitching a ride home for the weekend. Mary got in my car and tossed her bag in the back seat. "Thanks, it was getting a bit cold out there" She smiled and held out her hand. "I'm Mary" "Hi" I offered my hand, "I'm Mark, get warmed up!" I drove off in her direction. "how long you been standing there" I asked. " about a half hour, the bus left me off at the truck stop" I just nodded my head. "Why didn't you wait there for a ride, lots of truckers."
"No, had a few bad experiences with them, don't trust them, you know what I mean?" she looked at me with a sad expression. "Oh, I think I know what you mean, they wanted sex?" "You got it, blow jobs, hand jobs, fuck them,what ever. Just to much hassle, easier this way." she explained. My mind thought about this for a few seconds, i guess i struck out on this one, thinking of the last girl i picked up and the hand job she offered me. I cleared my throat and spoke, "What makes you feel safe with me, how do you know I was not thinking of sex with you?"

The sweet youn neighbor (21 July 2007)

The party started around 8:30 Dec 23. As the guest came in I didn’t know who all was there after the first half hour there must have been 50 - 60 people there. As the music played and people where dancing and drinking every one was having a good time. I went in the kitchen to get more drinks ( coke, beer, Liqueur ) that’s when I noticed my young neighbor was there. She’s very sexy and quite a looker with very big breast. I asked her if she was having a good time and she told me not as good as she would like. I asked her what would make it better for her and that’s when she told me to have me for her self to do what ever she wanted.
I told her that I would do my best to give her the best time I could. I asked her what she wanted to do. She said to dance and drink all night with just me. I told her I couldn’t just forget the rest of the guest. She said she understood but wanted to show me what was in store for the after party fun. She got as close as she could and kissed me hard and inserted her tongue and danced it around with my tongue. Then she stepped back and said she was hot and wet. She also whispered she wasn’t wearing any panties for this occasion.
It was around 1:00 am when the last of the guest left except Christina and the few guest that was passed out drunk in the living room. Christina was half drunk herself but she was ready for her wish to come true. After we went to the bedroom she couldn’t wait she pushed me down on the bed and started undressing me. She pulled my pants and boxers off in one swift motion. She started using her hands to get my 9 inch cock to attention then she swallowed it in her mouth and sucked till I blew a load down her throat. It was the most amazing blow job I had in a while rolled her over on her back and started licking and sucking her sweet pussy it want long before her clit was hard and juices where shooting out like old faithful.
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