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Silky lavender scented bubbles
caressed her skin as the tub filled and the water swirled around her, inching up her waist.
Proud and shirtless, he sat in his black leather chair, positioned so he could see her from the bedroom. Intense hooded eyes shielded behind the glare of his glasses.
Licking her lips, she let her gaze drift over his masculine hairy chest. Then seeing the bulge in his pants growing more round, she sunk slowly beneath the waters slick surface. Her full round breasts floated like buoys, pert rouge nipples calling for his attention.
She felt his yearning moan more so than heard it. His power charged through the air and landed on her heart, penetrating the armor she wore around it. The pull of him was palpable. His need, unquestionable.
Taking a breath and dipping her head under the water, she surfaced with eyes closed and hair dripping. He had a thing for wet hair and she knew it.
The irrefutable thwacks of palm kneading erect flesh penetrated her ears. Eyes still closed and lips now parted, her prolonged satisfied sigh escaped in response. His greedy groan called back.
She rubbed a soft hand around her nipple, pausing to squeeze it oh so gently. Her leg bent instinctively, grazing it’s partnering thigh. She ran her foot along the underside of her calf as her cunt lips glided over one another in the oily bath.
His breath caught in his throat as he watched her slippery body writhe sensuously in the water. He was refraining himself from joining her in the tub. He wanted to observe. And she knew that he wanted her to perform for him.
Keeping a hand on her breast, she smoothed the other down her belly and paused to rest on her pussy. Enjoying the hairless feel of her freshly waxed mons, she drew circles with her flattened palm.
Only when she heard the increased volume of his panting, did she slip two fingers inside of herself. Her passionate voice joined in chorus with his.
She pushed against the tub edge as she bucked her hips, riding her fingers.
He grunted once … twice … “ah, Fuck!” came his exclamation of victory.
Pinching her nipple hard then pulling on it, extending her breast from her body, she pumped her other hand into her cunt faster .
Water splashed to the floor as she arched her back and called his name in her release.
His hands were on her in an instant, drawing her from the tub. He pulled her wet body against his and bent to nibble on her breasts.
“So lovely,” he murmured against her skin. “So beautiful.”
His spent semi flaccid penis tickled her hip as it revealed it’s not so hidden intentions. She reached down to cup it in her hand and started to stroke. Almost immediately, his erection returned.
With no kind preliminaries he spun her back to his belly and guided her to her knees on the bathmat.
“Chest to floor, doll. Ass in the air. I want that soaked pussy of yours.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled himself into her with a gratifying force. They grunted in unison.
Her cunt molded around him as he steadily pushed further inside.
Pumping rhythmically, skin slapped skin as heated perspiration replaced the water pooled in the curve of her back.
He rode her faster now. Then faster still, until his seed spurted inside of her.
She ground against his still rigid cock and he fucked her until she reached her own climax.
Satisfied and exhausted, they returned to the now tepid water of the tub to cool their flame. She, lying at one end, he at the other.
His eyes glistened mischievously as he reached for her foot and started to suckle her big toe. She closed her eyes and giggled with delight.
The prospect of Round 3 just reared its happy head.
Round 3
1 ounce Stoli Raspberry Vodka
1/2 ounce Peach Schnapps
1/2 ounce Chambord
Cranberry Juice
Pineapple Juice
Prosecco, Cava or Sparkling Wine
Fill a tall glass with ice. Add vodka, peach schnapps and Chambord. Add a splash of cranberry juice and a big splash of pineapple juice. Shake well. Top with sparkling wine.
Enjoy!
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What will YOU find in YOUR Easter Basket??
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Eat Me … I’m a Chocolate Bunny
(makes 2 servings to share … or … not)
3 ounces Godiva Chocolate Liqueur
2 ounces Creme de Cacao
2 ounces Vanilla Vodka
big splash of half and half
Drizzle chocolate syrup around the inside of a chilled martini glass. Fill a cocktail shaker with ice and add chocolate liqueur, creme de cacao, vodka and half and half. Shake until well chilled. Strain into prepared martini stem.
Enjoy!
this was a FAILED experiment..
of the 100′s of readers and many private “gonna do it’s”, not one of you decided to finish this story! <blah><grin>
Oh well. One never knows until one tries! 
Oh.. by the way… these were the prizes for female or male respectively
(oh sure, NOW you want to finish it!)
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… An experiment … my lovely readers …
This week, I challenge YOU to finish what I’ve started.
Create an ending to my beginning. I know there are some erotic imaginations out there … show me your stuff!
It can be as long or as short, as kinky or as bourgeois as you wish. There are no requirements other than to bring our subject to satisfaction.
You may write anonymously … or post your name … your choice. But, your entry must be written in the comments section. So, c’mon… be a sport and play along!
Oh… and yes, there will be a sexy prize at the end of it all!
I will choose the winner by blind, random drawing of all the stories …
** ** Deadline for entry into the prize drawing is Monday, April 18, 2011 at Midnight PDT ** **
Thinking about him made her pussy throb.
Seeing his perfectly shaven head contrasting with the tumble of chest hair peeking above the V in his shirt, always sent thrills up her spine. And when he flexed his arms, the bulge of his bicep threatening to tear the polo right from his body… she could hardly stand it.
A twitch pinched her clit and a quiet gasp escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and squeezed her legs together, ass muscles tight in their black wool cocoon of her skirt.
She was glad her cubicle mate didn’t show up for work today. How could she ever explain her unrelenting squirm on the mustard yellow office chair? A shiver rumbled through her and she realized she was moaning out loud as she inadvertently writhed in her seat.
Self consciously glancing sideways, she stood casually, as if to stretch her legs and looked around the labyrinth of short, segregated wall sections. She confirmed happily that everyone was engrossed in their daily grind.
Once again settling comfortably into her swivel chair, the machinations of the office receded as she smoothed her skirt carefully over her thighs and went back to her daydream.
She pictured his beautiful pale face with carefully trimmed mustache and beard surrounding gorgeous plump lips. She envisioned intense hazel eyes that touched her very soul and started to rock. Soft mechanical squeaks emanated from the chair with each gentle, tiny motion.
Her butt muscles clenched. First one, then the next. Each alternating movement causing friction on her nether lips. Head dropping forward, chin nearly resting on her chest, she found her rhythm and breathed deep.
The Steve Madden black leather pumps dropped off her heels as she pulled her calves back to hook her toes behind the metal legs of the chair. Straining to open her knees wider than her skirt allowed, she pushed a tight fist into her lower belly. Her hips bucked as her growing need spread its warmth through her center.
She pressed down hard on her mound, abusing the material standing guard over her destination. A thread tore under the burden, amplified in her ears, as she gasped uncontrollably. Three short huffs of longing escaped and circled around her cubicle as she struggled to remain quiet.
Biting her lower lip, grunting like an animal in heat, she focused on regaining some semblance of control. Her ears pricked for any intrusion into her rendezvous of thoughts…
Orange Krush
1 1/2 ounces Vodka or Orange Vodka
1/2 ounce Triple Sec
1 ounce Orange Juice
1 ounce Sprite
Fill a rocks glass with ice. Add vodka, triple sec, orange juice and Sprite. Stir gently.
Enjoy!
The bells, whistles and jangles
journeyed across the casino floor and assaulted Darby’s ears like a bayonet slicing through her brain.
She really didn’t like casinos… so noisy and intrusive. And that whole lost in space feeling that closes in on you the instant one steps inside, is so disorienting.
Grey haired old ladies with walkers caging their chairs and cigarettes stuck between yellowed parchment fingers, ashes threatening to drop and singe well-trodden carpet, sit beside lecherous men ogling scantily clad watered-down drink-wielding waitresses.
Necks encircled by lanyards tethered to flashing, pinging slot machines. Myopic eyes watering severely as they try to squint into their future through spinning cylinders of bars, crowns and fruit.
This is the world of the gamblers. The people tacking their hopes on becoming millionaires with the pull on a one-armed bandit or the roll of the dice.
What a waste of time and money, Darby thought as she walked over to the roulette table and looked around at the crapshooters hunched over their bets. She couldn’t believe she actually accompanied her friends to this smoky pit of a clip joint.
“Don’t turn around.”
Darby heard the hot whispered demand in her ear the same moment she felt a hand on the small of her back. It sent a shiver up her spine that sprouted electric tingles at the top of her head. His deep voice seemed so familiar, yet she couldn’t quite pin her finger on the accent.
She felt his face nestle close in her hair, inhaling her scent. The twinge in her pussy was unfounded, yet so acute that she acquiesced and allowed the exploration of fingertips up her back.
“Close your eyes, Darby. I don’t care that we are in a room full of people. Trust me.”
She tilted her head, concentrating on his voice. Why couldn’t she place him?
Aside from the fact that he used her name, something told her that she knew this man and could indeed trust him. She would remain safe, even with her sight removed. She took a deep breast-expanding breath … and closed her eyes. The darkness heightened the clatter of the casino and the stench of stale smoke turned acrid in her nostrils.
A feathering touch drew a line from behind her knee, up the back of her thigh and under her skirt. Calloused fingers traced the curve of her silk covered bottom to the valley between her legs.
Without thinking, Darby lifted the heel of her right foot and twisted outward, widening her stance. The taut spread of cloth across her thighs pressed on her mound and she inhaled sharply.
“Very good, love. I can feel your desire, you are soaking those expensive panties of yours. Now, keep your eyes closed. I want you to focus on my touch. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” Darby’s tiny voice barely rose above the cacophonic whirl of the roulette wheel.
“You and I are going to engage in a little game along with all these nice people. Are you willing to play?”
“Yes.”
“Good. The berth of the ball will determine your pleasure. The higher the number, the more strokes you will be given. If the ball lands in a red block, you will receive a double bonus.”
The wicked rumble of laughter that accompanied his detailed rules, sent another rolling shimmer of desire straight up Darby’s spine. Her shoulders trembled with anticipation.
“Place your bets!” called the croupier.
Darby’s face flushed warm as she felt a finger slide the leg band of her panties aside, then gently perch on her slit.
“Eleven Black!”
Thick fingers plunged inside Darby’s wet cunt eleven times. The long, even strokes left her breathless and her body heated. And the abrupt cease of them had her aching for more.
“Do not open your eyes,” came a growling demand, as his chest pressed into her shoulder blades. An arm snaked around Darby’s waist and pulled her backwards into his groin. She clenched around his buried fingers as they nestled deeper inside their warm cocoon.
“Seven Red!”
“Red!” Darby’s thoughts raced. But, she had no time to ponder as seven strokes, alternating with seven circles, then seven flicks of her clit buckled her knees.
Shouts from winning gamblers invaded her senses as fiercely as her body reacted to this man’s touch. She squeezed her eyelids tighter and rode his fingers on waves of sound permeating her darkness. The pant of her orgasm joined the clamor of the crowd. Just one more refrain adding to the chorus of hurrahs, boos and clatter on the casino floor.
“Sooo fine Darby, that was beautiful. You’ve pleased me greatly. You may open your eyes now.” He slowly removed his fingers, tenderly straightening her panties and casually smoothing her skirt.
Deliberately she lifted her lids, blinking several times as brightness pricked at her retinas. Curiously glancing at the people in front of her, she looked to see if anyone noticed her indiscretion. Apparently not, as she was still faced with the same hunched over bodies trying to mentally will the ball to land on their number.
“Do not turn around until you feel me leave, please.”
“Why not?”
A soft receding chuckle was her only answer.
She waited a mere moment before spinning around to look for her mystery pleasurist. But seeing no one she recognized, she pushed her fingers through her hair and thought, maybe casinos aren’t so bad after all.
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One Enchanted Evening
1 ounce Creme de Banana
1 ounce Mount Gay Rum
2 ounces Pineapple Juice
Grenadine
Add creme de banana, rum and pineapple juice to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until well chilled. Pour all into a rocks glass. Top with a few drops of grenadine.
Enjoy!
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