Just a little post, about something that happened to me this weekend.
I walked out on my back balcony this Sunday. Boring so far, I know.
The funny part is, I was naked. The odd part is, I didn't do it intentionally, I didn't even realize what I was doing. I just wanted to step outside, and didn't even think about my state of dress, or undress in this case.
I was standing there, enjoying the fresh air, when all the sudden I realized that I was standing here, enjoying fresh air, without clothes, in a place where I was not suppose to be without clothes: outside.
Just wondering what my readers think about this, because how on earth could I just do something like that without realizing it? It's like I totally lost track of my current state and the appropriateness based on my location.
Maybe I am just suffering from severe baby brain? Or maybe something else is wrong with me? Has anyone else found themselves in a situation like this?
Please leave me your comments below. I wold like to hear what you think of this. And remember, you can make comments anonymously. Just in case you don't like the idea of commenting with your blogger/gmail/etc name.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
Two plus one equals fun (Fantasy request)
I received a request to write a story about a woman who is married, but who's husband allows her to have a girlfriend also. The story request was of the husband coming home and experiencing his wife and her girlfriend.
Here is the story I wrote for it:
I hear the doorbell ring, springing up from the bed, while whispering, "Wait here, I will bring him in."
I throw a see through robe over me, my naked form clearly visible through the thin, white fabric.
The doorbell rings again, and I arrive at the door, peeking through the peep hole, just to make sure.
I see you waiting at the door, for me to open the door, to let you in.
Opening the door, you see my body, my breasts, my nipples poking the fabric, waiting, expectant.
"Hello sweety," I say breathlessly as your eyes look me over. "I missed you."
You chuckle, your eyes drinking in my body. "I bet you did," you say, lust filling your eyes.
Leading you in the living room, I pull you over to the couch, sit you down. I pull out length of cloth, long and thin, and make a simple request. "Let me put this over your eyes. I want to surprise you."
You look at me strangely, wondering what has come over me, but decide to play along.
I gently bind it over your eyes, so you cannot see, and then take your hand again. Standing up, pulling you along, I lead you into the bedroom.
Guiding you to the bed, I push you backwards, until your legs hit the edge, and you slowly lower yourself down, careful since you cannot see. You feel my hands move over your clothes, unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your chest. Kisses dot your chest, my warm lips exploring your exposed skin, hands softly caressing you.
I untie your shoes, pulling them off, one, then the other. Your socks roll off, then I move to your belt. It is loosened, removed, your pants next. I slowly unbutton them, unzip them, as more kisses hit your hot skin. Soon, your pants are gone, exposing your underwear underneath, tended by your hard, waiting penis.
I pull your underwear off, exposing your penis to my feasting eyes, running the tips of my fingers along your hard shaft, around your soft head. You feel your penis enter my mouth, tasting you, teasing you. Rolling your scrotum around in my hands, softly, I continue shifting your penis in my mouth, the taste intoxicating, pulling it deep inside.
Leaving you, I lean over, whispering in your ear. "Stay there, don't move."
I take your hand, lead it up to the bed post, having you scoot further onto the bed. Your wrist meets the headboard, and another length of cloth is wrapped around it, tying your hand to the bedpost.
"No fair peeking," I coo to you, breath whispering in your ear.
I take the other hand, tying it to the opposite side.
You feel my weight settle back between your legs, again taking your hard penis into my mouth, tongue rolling along the tip, lips against the hard shaft. A weight settles on the side of the bed, from a different place. You wonder what is going on, but hold your peace.
Lips come down, pressed firmly against your lips, as a tongue presses between them, savoring a kiss, gently probing your mouth.
Someone else is here. You can smell the perfume, taste the femininity. You feel someone place their legs on either side of your head, lower themselves on your lips. You can taste a hot, wet pussy pushed against your lips, inviting you to explore it with your tongue, while another set of lips continues working on your penis.
The lips of the pussy are parted, and as your tongue probes, you can taste the salty, wet excitement from the person against your lips.
Hands reach back behind you, and when the blindfold is removed, you see her there, pussy pressed against your mouth, stomach, breasts, the face of my lover.
Once the blindfold is removed, we move, one to each side, and untie your hands. You feel yourself wanting to enter us, but we shake our head. "Not to fast."
I have you move into a sitting position, and my girlfriend lays down at the bottom of the bed. My mouth again wraps around your penis, taking it in, running my tongue along the ridge, right below the head, while my hips settle down over my girlfriend, my pussy pressed up against her mouth.
You watch in excitement as my girlfriend starts licking my pussy, running her tongue along the lips, then pushing inside. She first penetrates me, then moves her tongue to my clit, poking and stroking it, making me wetter and wetter.
Your hands reach out, caressing my breasts, lightly flicking the tips, sending thrills down my spine as I am stimulated both below and above.
My girlfriend moves out from under me, as I shift my ass up in the air, on hands and knees. Her fingers on one hand enter me, while her other hand finds my clit, rubbing it, softly, harder, harder, bringing me closer and closer. My head moves faster, my mouth sucking, my hands grabbing your shaft to rub it up and down while my tongue rolls over the head, faster, harder. The closer I get, the closer I feel you get, as I gasp, breathless, wanting to feel you cum, wanting to climax when you do.
You burst, cumming in my mouth, and I feel myself explode, climaxing to my girlfriends experienced hands.
Taking my mouth off your penis, we shift again, my girlfriend sitting next to you, turning towards you, opening her legs wide, wanting her climax.
As you harden up again, I straddle your hips, guiding your hardening penis to my pussy, pushing it inside, lowering myself down on top of you. My girlfriend takes your hand in hers, pushing your hands against her entrance.
You push your fingers inside her, penetrating her, luxuriating in her wetness, while I start moving my hips up and down. I work my hips up, until your penis is barely inside me, then back down, slowly at first, quicker, quicker. Your hands work on my girlfriend, fingers plunging in and out of her, while her fingers rub her clit back and forth. Your other hand gently caresses her breasts, giving them light squeezes, rolling her nipples around with your thumb and finger.
The movements bring you closer and closer. Me and my girlfriend lean over, against each other, sharing a deep kiss while you continue thrusting your fingers inside her.
Suddenly, she moans against my lips, her fingers stopping on her clit as she shudders slightly. Her pussy tightens on your fingers, bringing you over the edge, cumming deep inside my pussy. As I feel you cumming, I too climax, tightening on your hard shaft, squeezing your penis as it spurts inside me.
All three of us collapse in a pile of arms, and lets, and other parts, as we rest from cumming at the same time. As we regain ourselves, disentangling, we look at each other, slowly admiring each others naked bodies.
The night still has a long way to go.
Here is the story I wrote for it:
I hear the doorbell ring, springing up from the bed, while whispering, "Wait here, I will bring him in."
I throw a see through robe over me, my naked form clearly visible through the thin, white fabric.
The doorbell rings again, and I arrive at the door, peeking through the peep hole, just to make sure.
I see you waiting at the door, for me to open the door, to let you in.
Opening the door, you see my body, my breasts, my nipples poking the fabric, waiting, expectant.
"Hello sweety," I say breathlessly as your eyes look me over. "I missed you."
You chuckle, your eyes drinking in my body. "I bet you did," you say, lust filling your eyes.
Leading you in the living room, I pull you over to the couch, sit you down. I pull out length of cloth, long and thin, and make a simple request. "Let me put this over your eyes. I want to surprise you."
You look at me strangely, wondering what has come over me, but decide to play along.
I gently bind it over your eyes, so you cannot see, and then take your hand again. Standing up, pulling you along, I lead you into the bedroom.
Guiding you to the bed, I push you backwards, until your legs hit the edge, and you slowly lower yourself down, careful since you cannot see. You feel my hands move over your clothes, unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your chest. Kisses dot your chest, my warm lips exploring your exposed skin, hands softly caressing you.
I untie your shoes, pulling them off, one, then the other. Your socks roll off, then I move to your belt. It is loosened, removed, your pants next. I slowly unbutton them, unzip them, as more kisses hit your hot skin. Soon, your pants are gone, exposing your underwear underneath, tended by your hard, waiting penis.
I pull your underwear off, exposing your penis to my feasting eyes, running the tips of my fingers along your hard shaft, around your soft head. You feel your penis enter my mouth, tasting you, teasing you. Rolling your scrotum around in my hands, softly, I continue shifting your penis in my mouth, the taste intoxicating, pulling it deep inside.
Leaving you, I lean over, whispering in your ear. "Stay there, don't move."
I take your hand, lead it up to the bed post, having you scoot further onto the bed. Your wrist meets the headboard, and another length of cloth is wrapped around it, tying your hand to the bedpost.
"No fair peeking," I coo to you, breath whispering in your ear.
I take the other hand, tying it to the opposite side.
You feel my weight settle back between your legs, again taking your hard penis into my mouth, tongue rolling along the tip, lips against the hard shaft. A weight settles on the side of the bed, from a different place. You wonder what is going on, but hold your peace.
Lips come down, pressed firmly against your lips, as a tongue presses between them, savoring a kiss, gently probing your mouth.
Someone else is here. You can smell the perfume, taste the femininity. You feel someone place their legs on either side of your head, lower themselves on your lips. You can taste a hot, wet pussy pushed against your lips, inviting you to explore it with your tongue, while another set of lips continues working on your penis.
The lips of the pussy are parted, and as your tongue probes, you can taste the salty, wet excitement from the person against your lips.
Hands reach back behind you, and when the blindfold is removed, you see her there, pussy pressed against your mouth, stomach, breasts, the face of my lover.
Once the blindfold is removed, we move, one to each side, and untie your hands. You feel yourself wanting to enter us, but we shake our head. "Not to fast."
I have you move into a sitting position, and my girlfriend lays down at the bottom of the bed. My mouth again wraps around your penis, taking it in, running my tongue along the ridge, right below the head, while my hips settle down over my girlfriend, my pussy pressed up against her mouth.
You watch in excitement as my girlfriend starts licking my pussy, running her tongue along the lips, then pushing inside. She first penetrates me, then moves her tongue to my clit, poking and stroking it, making me wetter and wetter.
Your hands reach out, caressing my breasts, lightly flicking the tips, sending thrills down my spine as I am stimulated both below and above.
My girlfriend moves out from under me, as I shift my ass up in the air, on hands and knees. Her fingers on one hand enter me, while her other hand finds my clit, rubbing it, softly, harder, harder, bringing me closer and closer. My head moves faster, my mouth sucking, my hands grabbing your shaft to rub it up and down while my tongue rolls over the head, faster, harder. The closer I get, the closer I feel you get, as I gasp, breathless, wanting to feel you cum, wanting to climax when you do.
You burst, cumming in my mouth, and I feel myself explode, climaxing to my girlfriends experienced hands.
Taking my mouth off your penis, we shift again, my girlfriend sitting next to you, turning towards you, opening her legs wide, wanting her climax.
As you harden up again, I straddle your hips, guiding your hardening penis to my pussy, pushing it inside, lowering myself down on top of you. My girlfriend takes your hand in hers, pushing your hands against her entrance.
You push your fingers inside her, penetrating her, luxuriating in her wetness, while I start moving my hips up and down. I work my hips up, until your penis is barely inside me, then back down, slowly at first, quicker, quicker. Your hands work on my girlfriend, fingers plunging in and out of her, while her fingers rub her clit back and forth. Your other hand gently caresses her breasts, giving them light squeezes, rolling her nipples around with your thumb and finger.
The movements bring you closer and closer. Me and my girlfriend lean over, against each other, sharing a deep kiss while you continue thrusting your fingers inside her.
Suddenly, she moans against my lips, her fingers stopping on her clit as she shudders slightly. Her pussy tightens on your fingers, bringing you over the edge, cumming deep inside my pussy. As I feel you cumming, I too climax, tightening on your hard shaft, squeezing your penis as it spurts inside me.
All three of us collapse in a pile of arms, and lets, and other parts, as we rest from cumming at the same time. As we regain ourselves, disentangling, we look at each other, slowly admiring each others naked bodies.
The night still has a long way to go.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Can you feel me now?
I can feel you there, watching me. Lurking. Enjoying the sight of me, just finishing my shower.
I can feel your eyes on me as I enter my room, hair still dripping, body glistening, skin glowing from the long, hot shower.
You watch as I run the towel up and down my body, its soft, fluffy surface rubbing my arms, my breasts, my back, my stomach, my thighs, my calves, my feet.
I know you're watching me, while I run my hairdryer along my hair, hot air blowing my red main back, exposing my delicate, luscious neck?
Are you enjoying watching me while I sit down naked, in front of my mirror, pursing my lips, batting my eyes, applying makeup?
Do you like what you see, as I turn my back to you, round ass showing as I go through my closet, looking for a nice outfit?
What outfit should I choose? A nice, simple, form fitting black dress? Short shorts, black leggings underneath?
Maybe just simple jeans, soft sweater.
Are you watching me, as I bend over, nude, legs slightly open, searching for a nice, comfortable pair of panties, a matching bra? Or should I wear a bra today? It is pretty cold, and I don't think I want my nipple to get hard, to rub against the fabric, enticing me with the feel of skin against cotton.
Are you watching me as I bend down, pulling my blood red panties over first one foot, then the other? As I slowly straighten up, pulling them up my calves, slim, with a nice roundness to the back? As I pull them up my thighs which barely touch when I put my knees together, with a slight gap, right there, where the, well, you know, since I am sure you are watching me. You can probably see as my ass slowly disappears behind the thin, silky material, almost opaque. Maybe they would show my fur, if my fur wasn't also red.
Can you help me with my bra clasp, after I pull the straps over my arms, snugging it up on my breasts, nipples still exposed? Do you marvel at the way I can bend my arms behind my back, reaching almost to my shoulder blades, as I put a simple metal hook through a metal ring? Then another? Finally, the third?
Do you like the way I adjust my breasts, to fit snug within my bra? Reaching my hand under the cup, and grasping my firm breast from the bottom, pulling up and fitting the cut to it? Do you watch for that brief instance when the second breast is firmly fitted, pulled above the bra surface, nipple slightly hard?
How about when I squeeze them together, slightly, to stop that little pinch at the side, my cleavage proudly displayed? Round. Soft. Do you think about putting your face there? What would you do if you did?
I know you are watching, as I pull my jeans on, following the same path as my panties. Would you steady me, as I hop slightly on one foot while I pull them over the other? Do you notice how snug they are? How you can see every curve, in all the right places? I wonder if you want to sigh at the lost sight as they cover my panties, leaving me standing there, in pants and a bra. This is a good look for me though, I must admit.
Do you want to sigh again, as the sweater is put on, my arms working through, followed by my head, briefly blind to the world before my head pops out the top?
Do your thoughts linger on what I looked like, before I hid my body from your roaming, gazing, penetrating view?
Do you wish you come come over, remove my clothes again, and feel me now? Too bad you are still handcuffed to my bed.
I can feel your eyes on me as I enter my room, hair still dripping, body glistening, skin glowing from the long, hot shower.
You watch as I run the towel up and down my body, its soft, fluffy surface rubbing my arms, my breasts, my back, my stomach, my thighs, my calves, my feet.
I know you're watching me, while I run my hairdryer along my hair, hot air blowing my red main back, exposing my delicate, luscious neck?
Are you enjoying watching me while I sit down naked, in front of my mirror, pursing my lips, batting my eyes, applying makeup?
Do you like what you see, as I turn my back to you, round ass showing as I go through my closet, looking for a nice outfit?
What outfit should I choose? A nice, simple, form fitting black dress? Short shorts, black leggings underneath?
Maybe just simple jeans, soft sweater.
Are you watching me, as I bend over, nude, legs slightly open, searching for a nice, comfortable pair of panties, a matching bra? Or should I wear a bra today? It is pretty cold, and I don't think I want my nipple to get hard, to rub against the fabric, enticing me with the feel of skin against cotton.
Are you watching me as I bend down, pulling my blood red panties over first one foot, then the other? As I slowly straighten up, pulling them up my calves, slim, with a nice roundness to the back? As I pull them up my thighs which barely touch when I put my knees together, with a slight gap, right there, where the, well, you know, since I am sure you are watching me. You can probably see as my ass slowly disappears behind the thin, silky material, almost opaque. Maybe they would show my fur, if my fur wasn't also red.
Can you help me with my bra clasp, after I pull the straps over my arms, snugging it up on my breasts, nipples still exposed? Do you marvel at the way I can bend my arms behind my back, reaching almost to my shoulder blades, as I put a simple metal hook through a metal ring? Then another? Finally, the third?
Do you like the way I adjust my breasts, to fit snug within my bra? Reaching my hand under the cup, and grasping my firm breast from the bottom, pulling up and fitting the cut to it? Do you watch for that brief instance when the second breast is firmly fitted, pulled above the bra surface, nipple slightly hard?
How about when I squeeze them together, slightly, to stop that little pinch at the side, my cleavage proudly displayed? Round. Soft. Do you think about putting your face there? What would you do if you did?
I know you are watching, as I pull my jeans on, following the same path as my panties. Would you steady me, as I hop slightly on one foot while I pull them over the other? Do you notice how snug they are? How you can see every curve, in all the right places? I wonder if you want to sigh at the lost sight as they cover my panties, leaving me standing there, in pants and a bra. This is a good look for me though, I must admit.
Do you want to sigh again, as the sweater is put on, my arms working through, followed by my head, briefly blind to the world before my head pops out the top?
Do your thoughts linger on what I looked like, before I hid my body from your roaming, gazing, penetrating view?
Do you wish you come come over, remove my clothes again, and feel me now? Too bad you are still handcuffed to my bed.
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