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You know those really cool cocktail napkins given to you by one of your best friends?
Or maybe it was a set of martini glasses. Or a necktie with your favorite NFL team’s logo emblazoned on it. It doesn’t matter exactly what it was … what matters is, that the gift was important to you… for whatever reason.
So, you decided to let it remain in its package. To keep it pristine. Stashed away for protection, because heaven forbid you use it and then it’s gone or broken or stained.
Or perhaps you tuck it away to be taken out on a ‘special occasion’, like the good china.
But… what if you never get to enjoy using it?
What if that occasion never materializes? What if there is a fire or you move and that special item, that meaningful gift, is lost forever?
Would you regret it? Would you say, “I wish I would have tucked those cool cocktail napkins under a delicious drink poured into those unique hand painted martini glasses while I visited with my friend who gave me that awesome NFL tie that I decided to wear on that average Thursday night.”
You would wish you had done those things.. wouldn’t you?
Why is it, that most of us don’t get it, until it is too late? We stay on the easy path, the familiar setting, rather than seize the opportunity to live our life to its fullest. You know.. Carpe Diem.
We face choices, junctures, crossroads every day of our lives. Usually, we don’t even need to stop and think about them, we just act.
Sometimes, the decision is easy, the answer is a no-brainer. Damn, I’m feeling a bit randy this morning. Shall I take a moment to reach inside my panties where i can feel the heat of my pussy? Yes, I think I will.
It’s already slick with need as I rub my slit. Pinpricks of delight flood my skin as contentment sighs from my lips. I close my eyes, I can’t help it, this feels so delicious. My head drops back onto the chair and I slide my body forward, spreading my legs further.
I am so wet.
Teasing my cunt lips, I probe them open, sending fluttering breath through my lungs. My clit is throbbing. Pounding out a rhythm with such strong desire that it echoes through my nipples. They strain in their skin, becoming so hard it hurts if I don’t grasp them.
My clit pulses again. touch me, touch me, touch me.
The heat in my skin combusts as I finger myself. A sheen of sweat glistens on my back, my belly and my nose. The inferno builds and my mind is swirling with my fingers.
I am on the precipice… and falling.
Over the edge I leap.
My senses take flight and I am raised to climax with bucking hips and wordless cries.
Breath recovering and satisfaction complete, the no-regret, easy decision is done for the day. Yum. And wow… did that feel good!
But, what if the universe throws something huge at you? A curve ball. Something you would never have imagined? Creating a life changing decision that affects not only you, but all those around you?
Would you recognize it? More importantly.. what would you do with it?
Would you tuck away the opportunity with the napkins, the glasses and the necktie… perhaps one day regretting it?
Or would you accept the gift? Embracing the new path forged in front of you?
Will you seize the day, sliding into your grave with a martini in one hand, a cigar in the other and screeching…”What a Ride!” … or will you be content with your unused treasures hidden away for that ‘special occasion’?
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Grand Occasion
1 1/2 ounces Rum
1/2 ounce Triple Sec
1/2 ounce Creme de Cacao
1/2 ounce Sour Mix
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake well. Strain into your best chilled crystal martini glass. Serve on a fine linen napkin.
Enjoy Every Day!
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“It’s two years darling,”
Celia chided as she exhaled. Blue smoke crept by Will’s nose and he wrinkled it in disgust.
“What’s the matter, darling? I thought you loved my Cohibas.” She circled his chair, drawing scrolls in the air with the extremely expensive and very illegal Cuban cigar.
“Here pumpkin, have a taste,” she coaxed, leaning into him and pressing the wet, acrid cylinder to his tightly clamped lips. “Darling, open up for your precious. It’s our anniversary. Come now, be a good boy!”
Will forced himself to sit still. She was testing him, knowing full well he hated the taste of the pungent sticks. It lingered for days in his mouth like a bad decision and no amount of Scope could eradicate its bitterness.
Celia stepped over Will’s legs, lifting the denim skirt above her thighs to straddle his lap. Her muscles quivered as she hovered above his groin.
Linking her dark eyes with his, she placed the cigar between her teeth and took three short puffs. Her ruby red lips made popping sounds as she opened and closed them around the tobacco stick.
pop
pop
pop
Clouds of smoke fogged between them, but their gaze remained unbroken. Will could feel the pull on his cock with her every draw… puffing his erection to life.
puff
puff
puff
It grew like the smoke. Thick and steady as he watched Celia raise two fingers to cradle the cigar in their V.
Her Cheshire Cat smile gloated as she tilted her head and took one last puff. Smoke bled from between her perfectly O formed pouty mouth. It rose in her face and she squinted through the haze, but Will thought it only made her sexier.
He examined her face as she reached between her spread thighs and ran her hand across his lap. Her expression gave away nothing of her intentions as she carefully avoided his aching bulge. The devious look in her eyes spoke volumes to him and he finally reached out to grab her arms.
“Oh, no, darling,” Celia admonished as she backed away. She stood in front of him, feet planted shoulder width apart. “You will watch, as I fuck myself for you.” She lowered the cigar between her thighs and waited.
Will’s breath caught. He unzipped his trousers and gave his cock the freedom it was screaming for. It’s purple head glistened with the tiniest dewdrop of desire.
Celia lifted her skirt, revealing the absence of panties, and ran the wet cigar tip around her pussy. Her head dropped back and she moaned as it touched her clit.
Sliding it back and forth across her slit, Celia leveled her gaze at Will. With a quick anticipating lick of her lips, Celia pushed the thick cigar into her cunt. Her sharp intake of breath sent shivers up Will’s spine and they again locked eyes.
She moved the cigar in and out of her cunt in rhythmic motion. Will echoed her strokes on his shaft.
They observed each other as their breath increased to gasps. The air in the room changed from tease to need to lust to hunger.
Their strokes quickened.
With focused effort, Celia pulled the cigar from her pussy just as she hit the edge of orgasm. Will followed suit and stopped his own movements.
Celia shifted to position herself just above his lap and lowered her hips to engulf his rigid cock with her saturated pussy. Their satisfied moans echoed together as they ground into each other.
When Celia lifted the pussy juice drenched cigar to Will’s lips, he greedily sucked it into his mouth. Her vanilla peach flavor mingled with the piquant spice of the Cuban tobacco.
He devoured the thing. Sucking it back and forth between his lips like a starving animal. Her taste was all he craved as she rode his cock to climax.
As she screamed her release, Will pulled the cigar from his mouth and threw it to the floor. He grabbed Celia’s hips, pounding her ass into his pelvis and driving his cock deep inside of her.
His choked grunts morphed to incoherent moans and Celia gripped Will’s shoulders as his body tensed under her. Riding out his spasm, her lips curled into a smile as she admired his lovely face twisted in orgasm.
“Will, my darling. Did I see you sucking on my cigar?” she asked when he finally relaxed. Her facetious question was not lost on Will. He blushed crimson and reached to the floor where the discarded cigar lay.
Picking it up and placing it in the ashtray, he said, “I couldn’t help myself, my sweets. You know I love your Cohibas.”
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Cuba Libre
2 ounces White Rum
1 Lime
Cola
Add rum to a highball glass filled with ice. Cut the lime into 8 wedges. Squeeze and drop the wedges into the glass. Top with cola. Stir. Serve with a straw.
Enjoy!
// monsters \\
teeth gnashing
venom flying
Lies. Lies. Lies.
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~~ M/monsters ~~
Needs crushing
Desire straining
Truth. Truth. Truth
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revenge
ignorance
distortion
// ugly monsters \\
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Realization
Beautiful
Fulfillment
~~ Serene M/monsters ~~
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razor sharp words
cut
slice
bleed
stain
cripple
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bitch
cunt
bastard
fuck
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S/strength in F/focus
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Love
Crave
Yearning
Passion
Innate
Lust
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Settled
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~~ Happy M/monsters ~~
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Whale Tale
1 ounce Vodka
1 ounce Spiced Rum
1/2 ounce Blue Curaçao
1 ounce Sour Mix
Pineapple Juice
Add vodka, rum, blue curaçao and sour mix to a tall glass filled with ice. Fill with pineapple juice. Cover with a cocktail shaker and shake vigorously. Garnish with a stemmed maraschino cherry.
Enjoy!
Come to Me on angel wings.
Purge Me of fear and dread and mistrust.
Cleanse My thoughts with erotic notions.
Pump My cock with your throat,
then rest your lips on Mine.
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I shall eat your pussy with tongue so gentle it hurts.
Beg Me for release.
Let Me get you a cool drink of water,
then perhaps I shall allow you to cum.
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I will pose your limbs
and secure your mind,
giving you the freedom you crave.
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I shall fulfill your fantasies as if they were My own.
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Because they are.
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Wings
1 1/2 ounces Bombay Gin
1/2 ounce Apricot Brandy
1/2 ounce Lime Juice
Dash of Grenadine
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
*Don’t let the odd ingredients fool you. This drink is delicious! It has a sweet tart flavor and pours out a most beautiful shade of pink-red.
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The musty staleness of too many powwows affronted my nose
as I opened the heavy door into the typical chain-hotel convention room. The traditional wrinkled suits with clipboards in hand were replaced by bodies of naked skin lounging in dim candlelight.
As my gaze wandered the subdued room, I noticed the most magnificent male back sitting directly in front of me. Broad muscles under soft flesh told me he wasn’t a young stud obsessed over his body. I liked that. Too much steroid induced testosterone swells the head and creates self centered assholes, in my opinion.
No… this back was strong in a gentle way. Hard real-life work created his physique and the smattering of hair perfected by age was beautiful.
He was stretched out on the two steps that led down into the center of the room, arms flexed under his weight. The chocolate brown leather Stetson proudly crowning his shaved head looked as if it could tell a few stories of its own. The cowboy was nude like everybody else, but not coupled like many of the others.
Another man, I noticed, was lustily watching him, cock in hand and fondling himself intently. That man’s head swayed hopefully to me as I entered the room, but I kept my eyes moving.
Ten gallon hat never turned around to look and it aroused me tremendously. His confidence sauntered across the room and clutched at my breath. I was drawn like a fish to water.
When I moved to kneel behind him and ran my hands across his shoulders, he still didn’t turn around. Just grabbed my wrists and guided my caress to his chest. Downy soft hair threaded between my fingers and he let out a small sigh when I encountered erect nipples.
I kissed the nape of his neck and the tang of his skin flavored my tongue with a spicy sweetness I hadn’t ever tasted before. His magnetism was so deep, I found myself purring as I ran my hands down his stomach.
In a controlled move so swift that I wasn’t aware of how I had gotten there, he had me on his lap, facing the gentleman watching us.
His fingers plunged into my cunt. I was already so wet, they slid easily as he pushed, driving me quickly past typical social boundaries.
He found my breast full and firm and eager to be fondled as his arms snaked over my body. Pulling me back against his chest, he skillfully rolled my nipple between thick thumb and forefinger while he continued to masterfully fuck my pussy with his other hand.
My body molded to his. The warmth and pressure of his arms and chest encasing me felt like a safe cocoon. So snug and secure as he held me tight. The energy exchange was a smooth humming current, steady and constantly flowing.
My orgasm imminent, he cradled his head on my shoulder, lips grazing my ear like a gentle breeze and whispered love words to me.
“You are so soft.”
“Feel your juices flow.”
“Your cunt is perfect.”
“Release for me.”
“Let me take you away.”
“Your breasts are beautiful, your nipples so firm.”
“Come for me.”
“Come for me.”
“Come for me.”
Riding his hand like a bucking bronco, I unintentionally put on a Montana rodeo show for the guy across the room. I was dimly aware that his self flagellation was speeding up, mimicking my cowboys thrusts into my cunt.
My voice filled the air as I climaxed to his steady rhythm of words and flesh. I shouted praises in a language that even I did not understand.
His hand left my nipple and covered my mouth, muffling my streaming words, but not so much as to stifle them. I think he liked hearing me moan. My grunts a cacophony of satisfaction that were testimony to his manhood.
Covered in perspiration, he guided me to my feet. And as he unfolded himself, my gaze moved up his body from his firm erection to his hazel eyes. I noticed he stood a good 5 inches higher than me. “Oh my, you are a tall one!” I blurted, extremely pleased with my choice.
A throaty chuckle rumbled his chest as he pulled me into his arms and grabbed my ass. “And aren’t you more than I expected, ” he countered. “Why don’t we grab a cup of coffee and go find that Jacuzzi everyone is talking about. We can discuss where we’ll go from here.”
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