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Nipples shooting fireworks.
Red .. Blue .. Purple .. Yellow .. White
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~~ remove that please? ~~
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Run, bad spirits!
Run Away!
ptooie, ptooie
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Careening, screaming hot,
intense sparks of release.
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Sucking blood back into drained spaces.
White .. Yellow .. Pink .. Red
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Ah … red.
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Burning cooled.
Pinching soothed.
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Throbbing beats welcome the
Black Water Dragon
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Good Fortune seeps back in.
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Body Haiku
3 ounces Sake
1 ounce Dry Vermouth
Add sake and vermouth to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake only enough to mix. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a cocktail onion.
Enjoy!
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Poinsettia Cocktail
1/4 cup Vodka
1/4 cup Champagne
1/2 cup Cranberry Juice
Combine vodka, champagne and cranberry juice in a large red wine goblet. Add crushed ice. Stir until well chilled. Twist strips of orange peel over the glass before dropping them in.
Enjoy!
** Thanks for the recipe Emeril!
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‘Twas the night before Christmas
anticipation was high
but, not a finger was stirring
between my moist thighs.
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The slipknots were hung
on the bedposts with care
in hopes that a kinky partner
soon would be there.
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Santa’s elves promised a visit
yet still have not shown.
Where the fuck were they?
My arousal has grown!
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My pussy throbbed
in the cold of the night
calling for relief
from someone just right.
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Then what to my horny little ears was presented,
but a big Dominant Man
hauling a bag full of presents.
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He lay the sack down
by the bed with great care.
Then came rambling round
leaving a scent in the air
of masculine cravings
filled with want and desire.
The perfume of love
all hot, bothered and wired.
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The stroke of his beard
was the last thing I viewed,
before the blindfold covered my eyes
and was tightly secured.
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He went straight to his work,
not a moment was spared,
as he moved with a purpose
much like Fred Astaire.
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My pussy was flicked
and my nipple was squeezed,
he moved quickly about,
and I felt a light breeze.
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Wrists tightly secured,
legs spread-eagle open
my body getting hotter,
the juices freely flowing.
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“Come in elves, come in,”
I heard him exclaim.
Then the patter of feet
and warm hands did claim
my body as theirs,
all fingers a flutter.
My nerves were on edge,
my mind in the gutter.
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Sensations on overload,
flesh pinched, pulled and teased.
I was soaring right now
with the greatest of ease.
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Dasher and Dancer
had nothing on me
as I flew through the skies,
earth’s gravity released.
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Pussy craving a cock,
“Santa? Fill me with yours?
Won’t you please, Santa
pull down your drawers?”
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My Christmas wish fulfilled
in a push and a thrust.
Santa’s thick cock
was engorged with hot lust.
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We pounded hips to thighs
in the merriest of jingles,
as the bells on his waist
gave me all sorts of tingles.
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Elves have the softest of hands,
did you know this was true?
Like magic fingers or glitter
that falls around you.
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They worked on our bodies,
on Santa’s and mine,
Until we both exploded
in colors and rhyme.
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Merry Kinksmas to all,
to transgender queers,
to BDSM-ers and foot fetish seekers.
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To gays and lesbians and those in a tryst,
to sex workers and erotic writers
and folks with a twist.
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To poly’s and straights
and the Masters and slaves,
to Dominants and submissives
and to all those who crave.
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May you have the most beautiful Christmas
filled with Peace, Love and Trust
and Acceptance and Happiness,
and Hot Sex and Wild Lust!
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Santa’s Secret
1 1/2 ounces Dark Rum
1/2 ounce Light Rum
1/2 ounce Kahlua coffee liqueur
1/2 ounce milk
Add dark rum, light rum, Kahlua and milk to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until sides are frosted. Strain into a martini glass. Garnish with red sprinkles.
Enjoy!
May you get everything you desire this holiday season!
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Christmas Wishes
1 ounce Peppermint Schnapps
1 ounce dark Crème de Cacao
2 ounces Milk or Cream
Fill a tumbler with ice. Add schnapps, creme de cacao and cream. Cover with cocktail shaker and shake until frosty. Garnish with a fresh mint sprig.
Enjoy!
“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!
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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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