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Seduction
(floater shot)
1 ounce Frangelico Hazelnut Liqueur
1 ounce Banana Liqueur
1 ounce Irish Cream
Pour Frangelico in the bottom of a shot glass. Layer banana liqueur by slowly pouring over a spoon. Layer Irish Cream on the top.
Sweet Dreams!
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Happy 2nd Anniversary to
Vineyard Road!
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Happy Birthday to
me!
Thank You my dearest Readers.. for being so faithful as I allow my imagination to run wild.
You breed the debauchery in me… and I am forever grateful.
Everything I do … is for You.
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I wanna get fucked.
Ya.. you heard me. I want to get fucked.. hard … and fast.
Pounded savagely into the floor. Not on a bed. Not on the sofa.
Splay me over the counter or push me against the wall. Pin my arms and take me from behind so ruthlessly, I can’t move.
I don’t care.
Just fuck me.
I don’t want sweet sex. I don’t want you to tell me how much you love me or how good I feel. Be an animal and claim what is Yours. Treat me like a prize, like your property.
Own me.
Give me the ironfisted dictator You hide inside.
i want Him.
I need to be pushed down the rabbit hole.
Taken to a place where I don’t know what I’m doing. A place where I am so lost in my senses that I can’t even speak my name.
Take me there.
Fuck me ferociously, until I am begging you to stop.
Then don’t.
Take me to the jagged edge … and let me hang.
Fuck me until we are drenched in so much sweat, our flesh slides like it’s dipped in oil.
Line my back with deep feral scratches. Wild, untamed marks of depraved fornication.
Fuck me until the stench of our sex permeates the air.
And the carpet.
And the whole neighborhood.
Fuck me wild.
Until I am tame.
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Wild
3 ounces Ketel One Citroën Citrus Vodka
1/2 ounce Chambord Black Raspberry Liqueur
1/2 ounce White Crème de Cacao
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until well chilled and sides are frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with fresh mint leaves.
Enjoy!
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For K and D
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“Look at this guy aside of us, Kass…
… I think he’s over there jerking off!”
Speeding down the interstate at 75 miles an hour is not really the place to be looking at the car in the right hand lane of a 4 lane highway, but Kass took her eyes off the road long enough to glance over.
“Haha! I think you’re right, Deena! That Beemer is definitely keeping pace with us, you should help him out.”
“What do you mean?”
“You should give him a wink or something. You know, let him know you’re aware of what he’s doing.” Kass grinned ear to ear as the twinkle in Deena’s eyes grew brighter.
“Look! He’s pumping faster!”
“I can’t look Deena… I’m driving! Mouth some words at him.”
“Like what?”
“Something he’ll be able to understand. Tell him… ‘I want to fuck you.’ Make sure you mouth it slowly so he can read your lips.”
Deena mouthed the words, emphasizing the F in Fuck, her pearly whites biting hard into her bottom lip. Exaggerating the word ‘you’, she turned the pouty O of her mouth into a kiss and blew it at the driver stroking his flesh.
The guy didn’t stand a chance and swerved in his lane. “Slow down, Kass! I don’t think he can handle driving, jacking off AND me at the same time!”
Kass backed off the pedal and her car slowed to a cruising 65. Sure enough, the car next to them slowed, too.
“Lick your finger Deena and stick it in your cleavage.”
Following her friends instructions, Deena arched her back and made eye contact with the horny gent. Slowly moving her index finger to her mouth, she gave it a quick suck. Parting her lips, she swirled her tongue around the tip of it, making sure the male had a clear view of the sensuous movements before pulling her finger down over her lip and chin.
Strands of saliva followed the path over her neck, across her chest and into her cleavage. Deena never took her hooded eyes from the impassioned driver beating himself furiously as he tried to keep one eye on the road and one eye on her.
“Oh my god, Kass … his head dropped back on the headrest and his mouth fell open! He is just pumping away over there! I think his face is actually getting red!”
“Put your finger back in your mouth, Deena. Pretend it’s his cock,” Kass coached from behind the steering wheel.
Instinctive moans escaped Deena as she sucked her own digit. She was getting hot between her thighs and realized this was turning her on too.
Writhing in her seat, she slid her tongue along the sides of her finger, swirling the tip.
“Use your head, Deena, bob up and down on it. Ya … like that. Faster, Deena. Make him come!”
Deena was panting now, short hot puffs through her nose. Breathlessly eager, she bobbed her head rapidly, envisioning the guys cock in her mouth.
In her mind, she felt him enlarge in that moment right before a man climaxes and she focused on the head of it… the tip of her finger. Sucking and gyrating… sucking and bobbing…
Kass had to swerve out of the BMW’s way as the driver veered from his lane, nearly sideswiping her. Deena’s head snapped to attention, as she saw black metal within a foot of her door.
The guy regained control and moved back to his piece of the highway. With a triumphant grin, he held his hand up to the window.
“Look, Kass!! The fucker came all over himself!!
Taking a quick look at the car on her right, Kass snickered in disbelief as she viewed the driver proudly showcasing his wad of sperm like a trophy he had just won.
And then, just like that… he was off. Speeding ahead of them and racing down the next exit ramp. Never to be seen again.
Screaming with laughter, Deena leaned forward to turn up the music. Bachman-Turner Overdrive’s Roll on Down the Highway was playing. “Let it roll, down the highway.. roll, roll, roll!
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Stroke Me
1 3/4 ounces Vanilla Vodka
1 3/4 ounces Orange Vodka
1 ounce Orange Juice
1/2 ounce Triple Sec
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until sides are frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
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Rain fell quietly from the grey sky.
It was one of those soft showers, the kind that made it seem as if you were looking at the landscape through a thin gauze curtain. Melancholy rumbles of thunder slowly rolled around the clouds hanging low and thick on the horizon.
The atmosphere reflected Callie’s mood perfectly as she sat on the front porch swing, keeping time with the symphony of the brewing storm.
An abrupt flash of lightning caused her dog to pad nervously back and forth across the glossy painted porch boards. “Relax Caesar, it’s just the universe blowing off some steam.”
Cocking his ear, Caesar’s eyes prodded with a you gotta be kidding me, right? This sounds like the precursor to Armageddon kind of look.
Callie patted the cushion beside her, angry at the empty space where Seth should be sitting. The retriever jumped up, circled three times, flopped his butt half on the seat and half on Callie’s thigh and panted heavily in her face.
“My goodness, Caesar! Your breath is horrendous! You’ve been eating deer turds again, haven’t you?”
A sudden gust of wind picked up and blew the dogs floppy ears, mirroring the turmoil Callie felt in her gut. She stroked its golden fur, trying to alleviate her dark mood.
“Where is Seth, Caesar? Why hasn’t he called me, yet? How am I supposed to know when and where to meet him, if he doesn’t call?!?” Frustration oozed from her words, making Caesar whimper. “I’m sorry buddy. It’s okay. I guess the universe and I both need to blow off a little steam.”
Thunder cracked in an extravagant roar of its hidden talent and the heavens opened up in all their glory. Bolts of lightning tickled the atmosphere, warning Earth to behave itself or it would show the power it could truly wield.
Callie remembered the last time it stormed like this. She and Seth were on vacation. The roof of the stone rental cottage leaked like a sieve. They had to set coffee mugs and cereal bowls around the floor to catch the drips. Thank goodness the fireplace was solid and allowed the flames to crackle and spurt, keeping them warm.
“I have an idea,” Seth said, coming up with yet another of his ingenious games. He had an excellent imagination and their sex life never lacked for keeping things exciting.
“Come here, Callie.” His words, effective as a physical touch, tingled her flesh and sent an ache to her loins.
When she moved to stand in front of him, he slowly undressed her, button by button. Taking his time and making her stand excruciatingly still as his hands explored her.
“Lie down.”
As Callie turned towards the sofa, Seth directed her again. “No… over here, on the floor.”
“But there’s water dripping over there!”
“I know.” Mischief sparkled like diamonds in his eyes.
Callie’s suspicion grew as she watched Seth replace the rainwater filled coffee mug with a towel.
“Right here, Callie. I want you to park your sexy ass on the wet spot of this towel. That’s right… now lay back… scoot down a little… spread your legs… Perfect!”
Callie closed her eyes. “Good thing I’m in front of the firepla… WHOA!!” She bolted upright as an ice-cold raindrop hit squarely on her exposed pussy.
“Relax, baby. Lie back down and close your eyes again.”
“Oh my god Seth,” she purred. “You are so devious.” Warmth was already spreading through her center as she eagerly anticipated the next drop.
When it hit, Seth’s moans echoed her own and she felt his naked body unfold at her side. He traced her jaw with his fingertip. “You are so beautiful Callie,” he whispered, planting tiny kisses on her neck.
Callie gasped as another raindrop hit home.
Then another.
And another.
The storm intensified and the drips turned to a steady stream. It pounded her swollen clit and Callie squirmed under the deluge. Her slit pulled wide by the band of water and she raised her hips as if to a lover.
Mother Nature fucked her passionately and when Seth bit down on Callie’s shoulder, she convulsed with the ecstasy of a forbidden dance.
“Seth… Seth… oh god… Seth!”
He pulled her breast into his mouth and sucked hard on her nipple as she rode wave after surging wave of unrelenting climax.
Callie’s eventual deep sigh, as she rolled out from under her new lover and onto the chest of her old, was filled with so much satisfaction, it made Seth smile and she basked in the glow of it.
“This is quite the storm, Callie. Don’t you think? Callie?”
Callie opened her eyes, the uncertainty of her whereabouts evident on her face. “Seth! You’re home! I was waiting for you! I must have fallen asleep, I was dreaming of our mountain vacation. Remember? The one with the perfect little cottage and the leaky roof.”
“Ya,” Seth chuckled as he scratched the dogs ears. “That was a good one.” He stood silent for a long moment before reaching to his crotch and adjusting his growing erection. “You know what, Callie? I have an idea…”
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