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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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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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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!
“Come here, you little Minx.”
“No, I just put my makeup on!”
“Carrie, if you don’t get into this shower with me in the next 30 seconds, I’m going to come out there and drag you in.”
“Be reasonable, Michael. I just got out and I’ve already fixed my hair and put on my makeup. If I get back in there, it will take me another 45 minutes to do that all over again…. and then, we’ll be late for cocktails.”
The dripping sound of water running off of Michael’s wet body and sloshing onto the tile floor had my head turning just in time to see his gloriously hard penis coming around the corner to the makeup counter where I was fine tuning my lipstick.
“Michael… ,” I warned backing away and grabbing a towel to protect myself. I spun it into a whip and cracked it at his groin.
“Whoa, Baby…be careful with that thing. We wouldn’t want to injure the family jewels, would we?”
“Your jewels are going to be locked in the jewelry box and not taken out for a spit shine for a very long time if you continue to come after me with your wet body. I mean it Michael. I’m not getting back into the shower.”
“Alright, you win.” Michael turned on his heel and sauntered back under the water. “You don’t know what you’re missing, woman.”
The soft chuckles emanating from behind the glass block wall soon turned into a lot of mmmm’s and aahhhh’s.
“Oh, this feels good, Carrie … the warm water caressing my body. The steam swirling through my lungs into my mind, making me lose track of where I am. When I close my eyes, I can picture being in that steam bath we took in Indonesia.”
A smile played across my lips. “Yes, I remember that… that was amazingly erotic.”
“I’m taking the bar of soap and rubbing it between my hands. Oh, ya… it’s getting all lathered up between my fingers. Mmmmmmm.”
The steady stroke of my lipstick froze mid-swipe.
“Oh, baby… this is slippery. I’m rubbing the lather on my chest. I’m circling around my nipples… oh… they … are… so … hard…..”
The breath exhaled in a rush from my body of it’s own accord. I looked in the mirror at my reflection and found my eyes half closed and lips slightly apart. God, he’s starting to turn me on.
“Hey, baby… are you with me? I’m as slick as satin in here. Ohhhh, yaaaa… I’m rubbing myself on my neck, baby. You know where… that sweet spot that you love to kiss. The soap is so slippery. The lather is squeezing between my fingers.”
I found myself swaying as I watched my face in the mirror. My own hands mimicking his descriptions.
“When I close my eyes, I can feel you touching me. My hands are moving down my chest again. Now, down my belly… and further… down … oh ya, woman… I am as hard as a rock… Feel this, baby… my cock is so smooth.”
My breath came in gasps as he talked me through his movements. The heat in my groin grew achy with his voice.
“I’m stroking myself. Mmmmm. This soap is so slippery… I’m so hard… oh… ya…. this feels so good. Back and forth, baby, up and down … I’m gonna cum for you, baby… I’m gonna….”
I stepped into the shower and placed my hands over his just in time to help Michael cross the threshold of orgasm.
The water cascaded over us…. crashing… thundering… washing away all obligations except spending the next moments together, locked in embrace.
“Welcome to HAPPY HOUR.” I laughed as Michael snuggled into that sweet spot on my neck.
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Slippery Dick
(floater shot)
1 1/2 ounces Banana Liqueur (bottom)
1/2 ounce Irish Cream (top)
Pour liqueurs into a shot glass over the back of a spoon to keep separate.
Enjoy!
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