I won!

I received my trophy and a lovely written note from the admirable GirlontheNet, 

for my contribution to "Describe your Orgasm". 

Having never won anything, I'm quite pleased with myself and ecstatic over the honor. 

FFF: Challenge

FFF - Who's watching? _follow to see who else is writing

Word Length = 200
Required Phrase = Obligation
Forbidden Words = Payment, Prediliction, Prostitution
Extra Credit = Make it personal
Bonus Words = 25 extra for explaining the tuxedos, 25 more if this isn't about the money

She had an obligation. She was to belong to the men in the room, to be whatever they wished for her to be. That was what her lover demanded, and his will was her pleasure, proof of devotion and love.

"Caress the tips of your breasts," was the first request, and she did until they stiffed and rose, gazing down instead of the men. One man was silent the entire time, almost detached from her actions, the other issuing the commands.

When he commanded she strip of her panties and ride him, she felt a pleasure in following through. She was good at being on top, knew when to tease and when to grind.

He grabbed her hips, and she was swiftly reassured in his moans, his body beginning to perspire, his hands clenching her more, and his hips thrusting. She arched back and her own scream of pleasure erupted.

She looked at the other man in the room, his body calm and composed. Did he even watch them, she wondered. She felt drawn to him, compelled to make him want her, to wrest the same pleasure from him, to make her lover proud. She felt herself growing excited with the challenge.

Prince Albert Piercing

Cammies has a friend who has a piercing through his penis. He loves this piercing, and has nothing but positive things to say about it. Cammies thought it would be a great idea to incorporate this pride and love of an unusual piercing to a great project: The Penis Project. 

What in the world would possess myself to get, or even want, a piercing through my penis? That’s a question I have heard many people ask me; promptly followed by a flood of questions to learn more about this outlandish piercing, the inquiring curiosities get more and vaguer with the amount asked, beating around the bush (pun intended). Finally, the last inevitable question is asked: can I see it? 

I have always been fascinated by getting my penis pierced, yet could never get the balls to just go do it. There were many things holding me back at the time. Pain: does it hurt and how bad, can something go wrong, is there a real benefit, will anyone still want to sleep with me, how is it even done?

First thing I began to do is research - I spent at least 5 years off and on looking up everything on the internet, ranging from the traditional Prince Albert (PA), reverse Prince Albert, Ampallang, and Apadravya piercing. I was surprised at how many ways with different piercings there are (the four are just a small amount of type of piercings that one can get). However, those four were what intrigued me the most. It didn’t take very long to decide on going with a traditional PA - it had been around the longest, not to mention most common for men to have, and does not require one to find a specialized piercer.

Whenever getting any kind of piercing there is always side effects; I don’t care what anyone says. Some can be very minimal, others can dramatically change your physicality. As for the PA, the only major thing that can go wrong, assuming the piercer is clean and sterile, is some loss of sensation. Risks fall on more the person getting it done than the piercer; if not kept clean, infection would only be the other real issue.

Pain: some enjoy it, others faint at the thought. I was definitely not afraid of pain, I assured myself that I have felt much more pain, and I could handle whatever the piercing would feel like; however, when talking about my penis, I really had to question if I wanted to subject myself to pain in such a sensitive area. I had the luxury of having a friend who has had his PA for a while, and asked him if it was worth it. Smirking, he replied, “yeah.” He is quite proud of this piercing, and encourages any man to get it. That was enough of a deciding factor to go for it, especially at the point of my life that I was in.

Walking into my local piercing studio, I asked if he could do a PA today. I went to the same piercer that my friend had went to. Once all the paperwork had been filled out, he took me back to his booth, and much to my surprise we sat talking about all the whole process from beginning to end: what to expect, how to breathe, what his process of piercing was. That alone help put me at great ease. As the piercer began to do the actual piercing, he had to put a catch tube partly down the urethra; it created a very interesting pain, like a sharp tingling point (almost like a burning pee or more painful than getting soap in your urethra). However, that is the worst part of the whole experience (not including foregoing sex or masturbation for two weeks; to which I only lasted 9 days). That first time was slightly painful - more so because I did not wait the full amount of time that I was instructed (I don’t always do what I’m told).

Once my PA was healed, I was all over myself.  The pleasure increased with every orgasm, feeling new sensations every time, not to mention different sensations with different jewelry. I didn’t know it was even possible to feel that kind of ecstasy. It starts at the very tip, almost like a vibrator on the head, as it travels down the shaft continually tingling through the very core, or the urethra. As it vibrates more and more, the sting gets even powerful with every stroke with the jewelry that I prefer, which takes more concentration to turn what some may consider pain into a superior ecstasy. (Again, that is the jewelry that I prefer – there is more stimulus, more exhilaration for me to have a measure of pain.) I will pick up speed, and then slows down, to enjoy the new sensitivity running through my body. When I do reach the point of rapture, I will often have to catch my breath, and ponder upon the newest revelations that has occurred.

FFF: A dream shattered

FFF Prompt - July 12 - Phone Lines

Required Phrase =
"Answer it"

Forbidden Words = Orgasm

Word Length = 661

Extra Credit = Tell us who's calling

Bonus Words = 50 if you tell us a phone sex confession

“Are you going to answer it?” The voice sounded wrong, really wrong. She felt drawn out of passion’s dream-like quality more from his voice than the phone ringing beside her head.

She didn’t open her eyes, just groped around for the phone. He stopped moving in and out of her, withdrawing, rolling onto the side of her. She could feel his weight beside her, and missed that feeling so much.

Her voice cracked with unexpected emotion. “Hello?”

“That guy you brought home isn’t Matt, honey. I saw you walking out of the bar with him. You can’t bring Matt back.”

“Fuck off,” she muttered, frustrated at her best friend. She went to hang up, hit the phone receiver, but if fell down. Refusing to her open her eyes, she grabbed at the cord and swung it up above her head. “Where were we?” she asked.

“Who was that?" A brief chuckle at her ridiculousness, "Why are your eyes shut? What’s wrong?” God, why did his voice grate on her nerves so badly?

“My eyes get very sensitive after I’ve been pleased.” She lied, rubbing his muscular thigh, feeling her way up to his balls, massaging them, feeling him shift and smiling a little.

His body covered hers again. He went to kiss her but she turned her head to the side, and instead his warm mouth molded itself against her neck, sucking and nibbling in the most delicious ways. He moved inside of her, parting her lips, and she relished the feeling of fullness. He began the rhythmical movements in and out of her again, and the ridge of his head felt so amazing when it slid in just the right spot. She moaned, moving one hand around him to stroke up and down, encouraging him to continue. He continued to feast upon the susceptible side of her neck, such an inviting mouth and tongue, and yet she shivered. His hand reached to capture her other hand, and he began increasing the movement.

For the briefest of moments, she believed that he was Matt. It was the right build, the pace was now similar to his favorite. A warm male body covering her own, filling her, loving her. He was here, now. She hadn’t answered the door to the men in stiff, formal uniforms, offering their immediate condolences about her husband. It didn’t happen…that was a dream.

A dream, she thought desperately, as the pleasure began building, and she felt herself drifting off with the indulgence, losing coherent thoughts for the briefest, most needed, escape.   

**Phone sex confession:
I suck at phone sex. I am okay in the beginning, though it feels awkward to me. But then I start touching myself, and listening to the voice on the other side, and lose myself to the pleasure. Eventually I abandon speaking to my lover, instead moaning or gasping at my own pleasurable sensations. Fortunately, they don't seem to mind this verbal communication on my end.  
Sadly, right now I am having far more phone sex than actual sex. 

REAL sexy

I like taking pictures.... a lot. And I've found myself thinking when I get compliments "That's not really me though, that's Dress Up A"... Sometimes, I'm in PJs, a bathrobe, a bun and no makeup. I definitely don't feel sexy day in and day out.

I find that to be a load of crock and something I needed to correct. I've decided to start being REAL sexy on top of the posed type.

How to make a bathrobe sexy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

See other very sexy people

FFF: Illuminations

FFF Prompt - Stratagem - June 28
 Key Word = Stratagem
Word Length = 700
Forbidden Words = Spy, Tuxedo
Bonus Points - Quote your favorite line (and link to the source in case we don't know it)

She leaned over, rested her chin on her hand propped up on the table, hair cascading to the side, and winked. He cocked his head to the side, unsure what the wink was for.

After all…he was winning.

The city lights shined brightly in sharp contrast to the night sky, just as her nudity contrasted his evening attire. They were both in a suite, sipping champagne, seated at a table playing chess; but he was fully dressed, even wearing his shoes, and she was kneeling on the chair, naked, nipples almost grazing the table. Clearly, they were on unequal ground. He was aloof, clothed in the uppermost formal shield; she was exposed, vulnerable.

Still, a small smile, one corner turned up slightly more in a crooked smugness, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at the chess board. He was puzzled by her reaction.

She couldn’t believe her position. When she normally took jobs, it wasn’t to sit naked and play chess, though she was sure he would have other, more wanton requests. But chess? And then what? Checkers, moving to cards, moving to naked Twister? Or was he too refined for that?

He would want his monies worth, of that she was sure, was just unsure what that entailed for this client. And yet he sat across from her, gazing intently at her, equally focused on the beautiful board between them, and gave an impression of superiority.  Little did he know her stratagem.

She leaned back, pretended concern, and moved. His eyes had drifted to her hands, watched as she gracefully manipulated a small figurine. Her hair shifted slightly to cover one small but perfect breast, the other breast revealing a hardened nipple. She studied the board; he studied her.

But pride would not let him be distracted by her beauty. He moved a piece, and his eyes widened with disbelief when she reached across the board suddenly, and moved to checkmate. She clapped in delight, still leaned over the table, eyes on the winning board; he stared at her, eyes darkening and broadening, leaning back.

She looked up, a smile on her gorgeous face, and saw his expression. Smile vanished. “Would you like to play another game? We have all night,” she offered as reparation.

He casually swiped the pieces onto the floor. “Let’s play the game you were meant to play,” he said, his voice gruff with intent, and passion. He moved next to her, stepping on her dress. She seemed concerned, and he felt his manhood harden. He felt powerful with her unease, and grabbed her hair, ignoring her mewling sound, pulling her off the chair. She fell, not able to get her legs out to catch her descent, and tears were brought to her eyes with violent tugging of her hair.

She made a sound: half whimper, half plea, and situated herself to her knees. She tentatively reached up and unzipped his pants, adjusting his sex through his boxers, and wrapped her lips around his shaft.

His hand still in her hair, he moved his other hand to grip behind and slightly to the side, and thrusted in, until he felt his tip hit the back of her throat, until he heard her gag and almost retch, and watched as tears formed in her eyes.

He chuckled, murmured as he stroked the side of her face, “I think you are losing,” as he watched her continue stroking his cock with her mouth, eager to please, cautious in case he forced her too far again.

She moved rhythmically, glancing up often to gauge his reaction, trying to bring him to pleasure quickly. She felt him tense, throw back his head, and knew he was going to cum. Her fingertips scanned ever so slightly, delved inside, and gripped. She swiftly pushed away when she felt fluid pumping into his base, cum splattering onto her breasts as she rose up, slashing with the knife she gripped across his throat, blood mixing with his cum on her porcelain skin, watched as he now kneeled, hands going to reach his throat, but not making it before dropping with his body onto the floor.

She was dismayed that he bled on her dress and she didn’t have another. She also felt like gloating, stepping barefoot over him, saying, “*wars and temper tantrums are the makeshifts of ignorance; regrets are illuminations come too late.”

 

*Joseph Campbell, The Hero With a Thousand Faces, an excellent perspective on mythology, and one of my favorite books. My absolute favorite quote of all time.

Now, this is over 700 words slightly, which I've never gone over. At first I added more fluff because for FFF this is a lot of words allotted this week, and I am not used to it for these prompts. Then the story grew, and I had to trim, but I liked my fluff at the beginning, and couldn't stand cutting out anymore. So it remains. I'd get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness, but I can't guarantee what I'll do after that, so let's just call it even, shall we?

Warrior's Cheer

Trying to cheer up some wounded warriors after too much tequila in the parking lot of the bar...

They asked to see my boobs, I told them to grab the cameras, then bent over for my friend in the wheelchair.

Scavenger Hunt

 

Love's proper hue

 

Naked Woman Clothes

FFF: Apartment No 6

Word Limit - 369
Required Phrase - Bewildered
Forbidden Words - Knock, Lock(ed), Super
Extra Credit - Set the story during mid-day.
Bonus Words -
Tell us how she got the slipper (25 words)
Tell us about the neighborhood (25 words)

The machine made a horrible racket and then stopped working. It felt like her heart stopped too. She had an interview in thirty minutes. She opened the dryer door, and her meager collection of clothes were sopping wet. A curse word escaped her lips, think. Her friend, Katie, was moving out today of apartment 6, next door, and since it was midday she was hoping Katie was there and not finished moving. Peeking out her door, no one was in the hallway, not even a noise, and she slipped her feet in her slippers and rushed down the hall.

When she rapped desperately on the door, she realized how ridiculous she was. What was the point of slippers if she was butt naked? Habit, but she must look insane. And she still had the notes for the interview in her hand. She could only hope Katie would answer, laugh, pull her inside, and loan her some clothes so that she could make it to the interview desperately needed.

A man opened the door. Bewildered, she wondered if someone new had already moved to this rundown neighborhood- this was an interesting way to say hello and greet your neighbor. She didn't know if she should scream, apologize, walk away or say something...anything. He was staring, gorgeous eyes, broad shouldered, bulging biceps. "Like what you see?" he asked, her gaze was obvious.

She snapped out of her confusion. Shrugging, she decided false bravado. "Like what you see?" she parried back, and then stood on tiptoe, looking for Katie. "Is Katie here?"

"No, I'm her brother, and she's at the new place."

She found boxes and ducked around him, moving in. "Tell her Natalie borrowed some clothes for an interview. Does she still have some here?" already rummaging, she didn't see the appreciative look in his eyes.

"What will you give me if I show you?" he teased. She faced him, gorgeous she thought again.

"A date tonight, followed up by a massage for your help moving and showing a naked woman clothes."
 

He laughed, "never thought I'd show a sexy lady how to cover herself," he said as he walked past towards a room. She said a silent thanks and followed close behind. She'd make it to the interview on time, and had a date with a hottie to celebrate tonight. She just hoped he was paying, money was a little tight right now.    

No Option of Escape

FFF Prompt for June 4 - Escape!

Key Word = Escape
Word Limit = 333 words
Word Restrictions = Racquetball, lover, sunlight, morning
Bonus Points = Tell us about a time when you had to escape yourself.
She needed to escape! The words pounded in her head, her blood pumping with nervousness as she looked behind her at the bed. What was his name? Shit, she needed to know. It was important, imperative, she remember his name. Normally, it wouldn't matter in the slightest. She reached for her little black dress, searching for her panties and bra. Where the hell were her shoes?

Her head pounded, from stress or the hangover she wasn't sure. Her phone buzzed again, another friend texting about the chaos of the Boston lock-down. He stirred, and she froze in panic. Her friends had nothing to complain about, she was the one waking up next to a practical stranger, after having spent a drunken passion filled night...and she still couldn't remember his name. And now she couldn't sneak away in the perfect-one-night-stand-disappearing-act-routine.

Right when she located her bra and went to put it on, he opened his eyes, and looked directly at her. A sleepy smile appeared on the stubbly face, eyes slightly red but amazingly a vivid blue greeted her. She always did have a thing for dark hair and blue eyes. "Hey sexy," she whispered, trying to come up with a plan, a statue of nervousness, still holding her bra. Who needed a plan, her foggy brain rationed, she had breasts. She threw her bra to the floor and slipped between the covers, caressing his back, his arm automatically going around her.

"Hello Miranda," his voice had a husky timbre to it. Shit, he remembered her name. She began nibbling on his neck, stalling, arching and pressing her breasts against him, feeling his chest hairs sliding across her nipples. She reached down and felt his hardened reaction. First sex, she decided, next joke about how she calls him god from now on, and then more sex. What else was there to do in a locked down city with a stranger?

**I was inspired by this blog after reading about a man stuck in an apartment, during the Boston lockdown with a one night stand (someone he did know, thankfully) and her roommate. He talked about how he lost the dignity of slipping away the next day, and how awkward it was.

Once, when I was younger (and dumber), and handcuffed by the police, I had to escape the cuffs. I smoked cigarettes then, and the officer graciously allowed me to smoke, even lighting it for me, as he awaiting another officer. However, I couldn't smoke with no hands, I just wasn't that talented. So I slipped one hand through the cuff to smoke. He couldn't believe that I could escape that easily.  Fun fact, I can collapse my hand to the size of my wrist (which is tiny to be sure). It hurts, and I don't ever do for that reason, and I never take advantage of it when I am tied up; however, it's comforting knowing that I have that option to escape.

By the way, I have no criminal record. I was not handcuffed for committing crime, simply being around the wrong (awesome) people at the wrong time, it would seem.
 

Candle lit

Candles, wax. Waiting flesh, taunt with anticipation.

Sticky situation

I always get myself in sticky situations

 

 

Predicament Ponderings

 FFF Prompt = Predicament

Word Length = 250 words

Forbidden Words = "Hard" "Peek" "Trouble"

Bonus words = 25 extra words if Gain 1 new follower this week

Extra Credit if you make it somewhat truthful.

My man was in a predicament. I'd a large bed, even more amazing by there was a metal "halo" hanging over it, perfect for tying his hands up. I blindfolded him, but not before he got my nipple in his mouth and sucked, slightly using teeth as I pulled away.

I stepped back to survey my toy. He was so sexy, his arms, I wanted to run my nails lightly over them, feeling the muscles tense in anticipation. I wanted to run my fingers through his chest hair, nip at his nipples like he had the audacity to do to me; wanted to trail my tongue down his stomach, following indent of stomach to hip to gloriousness.

His small black underwear must've slipped sideways. His cock was peeking out, head already so swollen. I had trouble in past moving closer to not tip him, but I did softly and breathed on the penis tip. He tensed, his stomach clenching the slightest amount. I leisurely moved mouth over the head, careful not to touch skin, before pressing lips right under the head. I circled my tongue around the tip, underneath the ridge of the head, sucking hard as I slowly moved up the brief distance until all that was left was a small kiss at the top; he had sucked in his breath when first sucked and exhaled almost as slowly as my progress up. I kissed the precum, a chaste kiss, and licked my lips.   

I deliberated my next move...

*Truthful elements: I have a very large bed (California King) with four posts and metal connecting the posts, meeting in the middle like a halo. I've not tied a man to this, but I have tied men to the posts, and other than being completely naked while tied up, the rest is pretty much all true.  

 

Exhibitionist

People ask how I became an exhibitionist  They remark with awe that I have no shame, in fact I delight and glory in showing off the photos I have of my body.

The truth is, there are two things at play here. I take all of my photos myself, with my cell phone no less (imagine what I could do with a REAL camera!), and I am incredibly proud of the talent for beautiful pictures that I have found in myself. Something akin to magic just happens when I get a camera in my hands recently and my work is just getting better.

Here's the biggest push that made me an exhibitionist:

I hated my body. 

I had gorgeous friends and I certainly couldn't measure up to that. Slowly over the years though, there was a shift in my thinking, and as that shift happened, I started getting complimented more. As I settled finally into my skin, I exuded sex. I breath sex. I walk sex. I am sexy. Then, with the blog, I was reluctantly persuaded to submit a picture to Sinful Sunday, hosted by Mollysdailykiss (*see the picture here). Nervous doesn't quite cover the emotions I was feeling. I'm not skinny by any stretch of the imagination. I was bracing for negativity. Then the comments starting coming in...

Holy Hell

My body is beautiful. That's all I kept hearing. There was so much response and enthusiasm I was suddenly empowered. I started pushing the envelope, taking more pictures, revealing more of myself. With every step I have taken, my empowerment has grown. Now I can't keep my clothes on. I revel in the things my body can do. It can provoke desire, lust, longing. It can comfort and bring beauty to someone. This all, just in the viewing of it.

So why am I an exhibitionist? Because I'm beautiful, and I like sharing.

So really, it's all because of you guys. You got me naked, and you keep me that way and loving it.

Green

It was pale green silk and lace that I slowly slipped from my body.

 

Come see some sin

FFF: First Time

Key word = Disclosure

word limit = 200

Extra credit = share your "real number" along side your Publicly Claimed Number

She raked his back, arching, before remembering disclosure: it's my first time - reminded herself. It kept her focused on that facade, away from the feeling sensations.

He gauged her reaction, trying to go slow. I've had so many women, he thought, but this is the hottest. When her nails clawed his back, he thought of other women doing the same, countless women. Faceless though, with this lovely in his view, eyes shut in concentration. Amazing, letting him have this moment.

"Is it supposed to be this big?" She murmured, eyes suddenly open, trying for bewildered.

He laughed. "Oh yes. You feel so tight. I've never had it so good. I'm going to try to get you cum. Relax." Whispered command, kissing her lips softly, thrusting faster with more force.

She closed eyes again, began arching purposely; couldn't keep appreciative moans silent. He knew how to move, and she found herself unwilling reaching orgasm.

When she tightened, he came, slowed, withdrew, and rolled over to his side, draping an arm across.

"Was that good?"

She smile. "So good. Too bad I'm your first and only, you'd be really good for virgins."

He thought how lucky that she had the experience to switch roles with him.

**This is completely inspired by my lover and myself. Full public disclosure of myself: I tell people I am more than 1 and less than 100. 

Any Given Sunday

You'll find me taking pictures for Sinful Sunday

My second choice was Scent of a Woman, but I decided the other was better ;)

Ass April

A is out right now with her arm in a sling, but M still wanted to showcase some awesomeness this month.
 
M's monthly picks:

Category: Husband read this and do it!
She wrote several in a role that I kept showing my husband, and I realized I needed to wait to read Molly until I could masturbate or have husband on hand. Hot, hot, hot!
http://mollysdailykiss.com/2013/04/03/once-a-week/

Category: Picture that got me hot and bothered:
http://justarandomscot.wordpress.com/2013/04/07/sinful-sunday-thoughts-of-you/ Some one I would like to straddle and slowly, savoring, ease my way down the length hidden from view, running my fingers through his manly hair (I really have a thing for hair - just not too hairy).

Category: Family facetiousness:
A's Acting: I laughed and could envision her bad acting skills, I've seen when she is purposefully dramatic, and it is a sight worth seeing - especially if you need to be cheered up. In detail I saw her hand go to her forehead and the head tilt damsel-in-distress-style, with her elongating her syllables, trying to go for sultry and breathless.

Room service

He opened the door and my heart was pounding like a mad thing. A million thoughts raced through my head becoming a jumbled blur. This was it then...

I'm a flirt. I love banter and I love the delicious interactions between men and women who aren't afraid of their sexuality. Since I had first entered the world of sex blogging he'd had my attention. Lighthearted, playful, and easy interactions flowed.

I was intrigued as well by this man for more than the delicious glimpses I'd gotten of his body and his intelligence, but also by his life. Beautiful family, open loving relationship with a gorgeous, supportive wife. I'd never been with someone in an open relationship. I'd never been a toy.

I'd never really thought, beyond the fantasy, to seek out such a person or interaction though. Until, amidst one of the flirtatious exchanges of words and images, he suddenly issued me an invitation to join him while he was nearby for work.

I knew it wasn't cocktails and a pleasant meeting he was proposing, although that was certainly part of the deal. Suddenly, this vague daydream was a real and actual possibility. I instantly got hot and wet at the thought and agreed. No hesitation, simply excitement.

We began making plans. Not only did his wife know, she bought the condoms for the trip, which just made me all the more in awe of her and excited. Being single, there wasn't really anyone to tell, except my sister, and that was something I was a bit hesitant to do. After all, how would that conversation go:

"Hi sissy! Just wanted to let you know that I am taking a couple days off of work to go have sex with this really pleasant married man I know from the Internet!"

Um, yeah. I avoided the scenario and imagined reaction throughout all of my planning. Instead I focused on the meeting and the items I wanted to pack for my little overnight adventure. He and I exchanged several emails about practical, logistical concerns  but there were quite a few more texts about what we wanted to do to the other when we were finally afforded the opportunity. Suddenly it became a question of "How many sex toys are too many?" and "Is lingerie overkill or killer?" One of the extremely exciting factors to this for me was the fact that I already knew about this man's sex life. I already knew he was just as open and adventurous as I was and that really, can you ever have too many sex toys?

Finally, the day came to make my trip. The only time I'd spent this much time in grooming prep was when I was doing photos (ok, you got me, I take photos constantly.... but there was extra attention given!). Well, and really, I WAS going to be doing photos. He not only liked photos as much as I do, he even had gorgeous equipment I lusted over almost as much as his beautiful dick.

I'd ran into a little problem earlier on in the week. This problem I refer to as "spray tan leprosy". I'd gotten a spray tan on my legs as usual for photos. The problem this time, was that it rained immediately after and my legs got wet. You aren't supposed to get wet for a few hours after application. So, thanks to in-climate weather, I now had light spots on my legs that needed to be filled in. A bottle of tan in a can and suddenly the holes were filled, even if my legs were now a bit too dark.

I dress immaculately normally. I am a woman who loves to ooze femininity and sensuality, so a lovely, form fitting dress to show of my curves and a pair of strappy heels completed my pinup hair and ruby red lipstick. I was packed, ready, and on the road.

The drive time between home and my destination was about 4 hours. I was overly excited and decided to make good use of the present my sister had purchased me for long car drives. So, thanks to that wonderful little bullet, my trip was made much more pleasant by the two orgasms I had while thinking about what was to come (no pun, okay, maybe a little, intended).

It was during the drive that I finally found my gumption. I'd always confided in my sister, and no matter what she said, I was already on my way, there was no turning back. I finally picked up the phone and told her. To my surprise, she not only said that was awesome (she knew the man too and had actually expressed an interest in meeting him and his lovely wife), she also said she envied my spontaneity. It was perfect, there was nothing left now to worry about...

Except actually BEING there. I pulled into the parking garage of his hotel already wound up. I was in a tightly populated business district with construction going on. I hadn't taken anything for my anxiety because I didn't want the dulled senses side effect. My anxiety was through the roof! I was here, he was so close and my heart began to flutter. I checked myself and decided I wasn't too rumpled from my car trip, it was time to go upstairs.

I knocked. Counted my irregular heartbeats, and suddenly, the door was opened. Bright eyes peeked out at me from behind the door where he had playfully hidden to perpetrate a joke we had previously discussed of him waiting naked for me. His tall frame moved from behind the door and I saw him, in front of me (dressed), for the very first time. The next couple of minutes are a bit hazy to me because my nervous system went into overdrive. Thankfully though, despite my pink stained cheeks and nervous glances away, he was able to make me feel comfortable with the lighthearted banter I'd enjoyed engaging in with him previously.

He cupped my cheeks and kissed me, taking the edge off while I got settled and we exchanged pleasantries. I can't describe the transition from friendly meeting to me yanking his shirt off. No more than a few minutes had passed since I had been in the room. He heeded to my earlier expressed desire of worrying about taking clothes off and foreplay AFTER I already had him inside of me. I am notoriously impatient. I wanted to taste him, I wanted to feel him, I wanted to fuck him.

See our next segment Special Delivery coming soon to hear what happens next.

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