Gone, Gadget, Gone

So once and for all, Gadget is gone and I find myself single once again and shockingly, my world hasn't fallen apart in fact, I feel free and liberated. Life is mine alone again.

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After two years and two almost-break ups, Gadget and I are over due to me dropping a box of his belongings on my lawn and calling him to tell him he better pick it up. It was the nice thing to do on my part though, as it seemed like any minute it would be raining. Aren't I a doll?

It really wasn't all that dramatic, but it did happen. He picked up his box on the grass and dropped his key to my place in my mailbox. I was crying in the shower at the time but since, I haven't cried a drop and its only been three days. I know it's easy for me now because I've known for a long time that he wasn't what I wanted and it took some willpower to kick me into action and also a choice opinion from him to change my mind about him completely.

Don't you just hate when you learn something about someone you thought you knew down to their bones and it completely changes your opinion of them? Well, that happened along with all of the other mounting pressures from within.

I feel like I'm in a good place and that all this love lies ahead of me, not only with other people, but with myself and my future. I'm thinking about getting a job at a big newspaper, thinking about moving and thinking seriously about my sexuality.

Like before, am I or aren't I? Who knows but I have all this time to figure it out.

I'm sort of sickened that I'm so comfortable and not a mess after ending a two year relationship, shouldn't I feel more? All I can think of is how great it is that I'm single. It feels like flying.

I am sad for the end of it and he was a great love of mine who I'll never forget for as long as I live but his time was over and I feel it's a good thing, a very good thing.

After all, you don't need other people kicking you down who say they love you. This end is a new beginning.

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Hot Hotel Bang: Key West

I can only think of one thing more cliche in the world of sensuality than champagne on ice next to the bed, and that is champagne on ice next to a hotel bed.

Let's just call this, "Admittance".
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So, with that being said, this past weekend was our pre-summer mini break to Key West, FL.

For those who haven't been, Key West is like a super tropical version of New Orleans and is renowned for being pirate central back in it's hey day. Now its kind of turned into a mecca for vacationing college students who want to get drunk on high priced watered down cocktails.

Its kind of sad to think of it that way seeing how much I love it but thats the basic outside perception. Once you're there however, its aura just takes you in, Victorian houses for the mid 1800's surrounding you and all of the history of it just envelops you.

Gadget and I drove all day until we were cross-eyed from driving for over three hours in a two lane road stuck between various keys and the ocean. Hey but here's the bright side, as the sign at its beginning told us, theres only been 14 fatalities this year, so its looking up! ((rolls eyes))

The moisture and heat of the air there once I got out of the car just hugged me all over like an old friend. I peered out at the ocean just across the road and I felt at peace. We checked in and marveled at our suite looking out over the big blue and sat to ponder our luck.

Gadget decided to lie down and soon he was asleep so I called my friend Babs who I've met on previous pilgrimages down to the Island and she told me to get my butt down to the old part of town for a round of drinks.

Five rounds later I was stumbling up the stairs to the room, giggling secretly to myself. How much better can you get in life than having your favorite cocktail and swimming in a pool that once you look in the direction of the horizon looks like its blending into the ocean only ten feet away? Nothing pretty much, and I'm not even a huge lover of tropical vacations having lived all my life in touristy towns.

I realized Gadget wasn't in the room but shrugged my shoulders, as he knew where I had been and knew I was coming back. I pushed my way into the room and immediately hopped into the shower to save my highlights from the chlorinated pool water. The shower was like a princesses' dream, all done in dark marble and the whole front made of glass with a warm recessed light crowning it. A few moments later I heard a click and knew he was back from whatever quest he had been on. I smiled as he crossed the bathroom, mouth open looking at me,

"Hey baby. What ya doin in there?"

I smiled as I realized that ot even by his own volition, his sub conscious mind had sent him to the task of undressing. Thats the problem with men, you give them a taste and they want the whole meal.

"I'm just waiting for you." I said slowly while soaping up with a fluffy washcloth.

His kiss was hot and needy when his lips met mine, his hands soft yet barely controlled as he slid them around my soapy waist, cradling me.

He ducked himself under the shower's cascade while I soaped his chest, my mind fuzzy in my tipsy state. I grabbed my bottle of baby oil on a whim and squirted his more manly appendage before letting my hand wander there as well. This pushed him into a very, how shall I say this? Uncontrollable state.

With his body he pushed me into the corner of the shower, my back meeting the chilled marble as his mouth was a fire on mine. I moaned into our kiss as his hand went south and shocked me with its insistence. My voice was breathy as I spoke,

"Let me turn around for you babe."

And placing my hands in front of me while bending over, he got the message and filled me completely. The heat of the water pouring down his chest and over my ass combined with the heat of him moving so earnestly drove me nearly to tears, all the while his voice soft and insistent behind me,

"Oh my god baby, you're so gorgeous, oh my god."

A girl always loves platitudes when shes getting fucked in the shower.

My wet hair hung around my face as I stared at my hands with fingers splayed against the marble in front of me, seemingly holding onto dear life as with each thrust my feet slid to and fro. I smiled to myself and hoped to god I didn't fall and get my head cracked open, what an embarrassing crime-scene: ass up in a hotel shower covered in baby oil. I have to laugh at that.

I eased my way up and disengaging from Gadget, I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him kiss me movie-style. I began drying myself, much to his chagrin, but once I gave him that look, he didn't waste time in following me to the bedroom where I was already bent over and ready for him.

I let my mind slide all over as he worked against me, my moans coming ragged and heated. What would make this moment even better? I looked back over my shoulder at him and said in a small, provocative voice,

Hey babe, you want to do bum?" It's our code word for "anal" because I just can never bring myself to say that word out loud. He moaned his assent and went go burrow around for lube in his bag while I waited, ass up in the air, my chin resting on my arms.

I can't really explain the exact pleasure I receive from this sort of sex, but its just like nothing else. I know I'm probably abandoning my fellow females in saying that its the most pleasurable penetration to me and it can always drive me over the edge. Call my dirty, call me perverted but never call me unexplored nor unsatisfied.

As I came that night, while he was making love to me in that most taboo way and put stars in my eyes, I realized something; bliss is bliss no matter how its achieved.

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When I woke up in the morning with the ocean to greet me from the windows and tears in my eyes from the most awful nightmare of my life thus far, I thanked god that I was in paradise at least.

If thats confusing to you, just think of what it felt like to be me in that moment.

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She's Got Teeth

His face was bored as he looked at me, my hands on my thighs as I knelt at the foot of the bed, anticipating his response to my spill of information.

It didn't look as if I was in for a romantic love making session, but I was hungry for whatever he had for me.

I may be a girl, but I have some mean teeth on me.
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I could tell that he hadn't had a good day so I slapped him. Little did I know that he would in return slam me against the bed and underneath him, his hand reaching under my skirt and ripping the crotch right out of my panties before plunging his finger roughly inside of me. No ceremony allowed.

Sickly enough, its what we both needed and it didn't end there.

I had originally decided to slap him as a love tap but it came out a little too passionate and provoked his more tiger-like perceptions.

He kissed me a little too hard as he held me against with a little too much strength, his mouth like an attacking enemy. I swooned, the sound coming from my near-panic stricken head space. When I tried to wriggle away a little bit he put his fingers in my mouth, holding my lower jaw down as he kissed and licked all down my face and neck, fully securing his hold over me.

After just moments of my restrictive captivity, I was in a tumult of amorous need, my blood pumping and my mind a whirlwind of thought that I couldn't control. I began to kiss him back, I was his Stolkholm Syndrome maladied prisoner, my passion was feverish.

He ripped at my loose tee, tearing it down from the neck down over my tummy, the fabric laying half open like a skin. His reckless disrobing of my body revealed my breasts, which he immediately began inspecting with both his hands and his mouth, his teeth biting harshly at my nipples.

Between my legs a slickness had accumulated, slithering down my bits to my bottom when it tickled and agonized my seemingly passion-starved body. I shook all over underneath him, his hands roaming without a plan but with a definite purpose: to conquer. His hand slipped down between my legs again and as he investigated my slick center, he looked me dead in th eye, stealing any dignity from my mind, making me surrender whatever shyness still exists between us.

I whimpered and wiggled and felt like it was worlds of time before he slid his thick finger inside of me, my insides gripping him tightly as it entered me. I shook my head from side to side rhythmically slowly against the bed, trying to immerse myself in the feeling. As he teased me digitally I could hear the wet sounds created by my wetness which only antagonized my need. My clit was a hard pebble underneath his thumb as he rubbed it side to side, illiciting little high-pitched moans from my throat.

When at last that game had ceased to provide him entertainment, he lowered himself quickly beneath me, holding me against him with his hands on my waist. I lifted my head to watch his, busy between my legs, his eyes closed and his expression that of complete enjoyment. I watched with voyeuristic pleasure, enjoying both senses of touch and sight as he pleasured me. He stopped only once to utter a statement of compliment,

"Baby, you taste so good."

I heard no further utterances because before too long he had worked me to a crashing climax and pinioned me beneath him to take his pleasure of me. I moaned hard as he used all of his prowess to pant and huff sensation out of me, my body heating up to an incredible temperature. I straightened out my legs on both sides oh him in a split which he took to his advantage, forcing his full length inside of me, my mouth opening in a silent O.

I was overcome by a moment of invention and as I bit down hard on his bottom lip while kissing him in his fevered labors, I knew his climax was just moments away.

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After, I lay ruminating over my emotions. Had the violence and domination hurt me in any way? Was I a crying pile of sadness in corner somewhere? The answer is no.

The reason being that there can be love in the conquer and domination of a female. There can be passion and eloquence and also safety.

Never once did I fear for my body or spirit, and thats the way it should be.

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Oh and btw, the blog has hit just over 200,000 daily renewable hits......yay! (This is me dancing in my socks and panties for joy in my bedroom) A daily renewable hit count is one one where the counter only updates when the daily visitor count has gone over the already recorded maximum daily hit rate so far. So, I guess people love reading the exploits of a perverted college student after all. :)

Good-Bye, Gadget (?)

Just shy of two years, it looks like its the end of my relationship with Gadget.

It's all come down to this because of myriad of reasons and honestly, it shouldn't have drug on this long with so many problems going unresolved.

Gadget and I in bed in the good times.
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I think it all came down to being annoyed, agitated, and belittled far too much and on a far too recurrent basis. Gadget is one of those people who have come from nearly abject poverty and have built themselves up from it into a productive member of society.

He follows the status quo far too closely and pushes and heaves at everyone to do to the same...even if they have not asked for such assistance. In a word, he believes that no one is ever good enough and should always be pushing at their individual glass-ceilings. That works for some people but thats just not me.

Gadget is going to be 27 this summer and maybe he feels as if he has not got much time left to prove himself a man in the world. As for myself, Im a 20 year old college student/writer/waitress who is just in the beginning of her wave of adulthood and just wants to have fun, have a few lazy days between her break-neck work days and try to find who she is.

He likes to push me and make me out to have more problems than I do; maybe it makes him feel better about himself if he has someone he can look down upon.

My best friend (a gay male) (I only drop the fact that he's gay to let you all know he's not after me and therefore not giving me bum advice to get me single again) has told me that perhaps Gadget feels inferior to me and therefore has to build himself up and belittle me, all at the same time to make himself feel worthy, and especially not below me, in status and mind power. I feel theres a grain of truth in this.

I have grown to hate the way he acts, the way he deals with problems and how he never feels enough is enough. I feel like he doesn't make enough time for me and when I encounter problems his only advice is to "just let it go". I wish it wasn't so though, because even for all his misgivings, he's a good man who I know only has everyone's best interests at heart but who needs to be much more empathetic, less judgmental and above all, more understanding of the flawed nature of man.


Update: 3 days later and I'm still waiting for the pain and the tears...where are they? Will they ever come? I suppose its just as well to leave something without childish emotion following me. Would it be better though?

Update: A week later: Is this the right thing? Is loneliness worth it? Should the negatives override all of the positives? I'm just so torn.

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The Deprivation Game

I like to play. I like to play with others. I like to play with myself. Sometimes during sex, I like to play with other's minds (foremost, their bodies) as well.

So, I live in satin, are you jealous just because you're envious? Tisk, tisk.

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I created a game in my head one day when Gadget was plunging his most needy part inside my most needy bit. I thought,

Men can get so heated when it comes to sex, and I love that. How can I inspire him to become more heated, even if we're both a little down, and while at the same time, have a little bit of fun?

The game is called The Deprivation Game and is composed of just that, momentary sexual deprivation. When he strives to fuck me ever harder, I thrust down my pelvis so that his energetically pumping cock slips out. His usual reaction is along the lines of,

Oh no please baby, please! No, no, no, please. Please baby.

Accompanied by whimpering, a scrunched up emotional face and phantom fucking, as my strong thighs push down on his, barring access to the bits he wants most to plunge into. His struggle against me can get quite heated at times, and then one of two things happen:

1. Just as he starts to give up and rest his forehead against my shoulder, I slip my hips down agasint him and he slides in, and happily restarts his rhythm against me.
2. Or, (my favorite) he grabs my shoulder and under my neck and pushes down on top of me, conquering my sex with a forceful thrust and begins his pace once again.

Either way its bravo for both of us because the sex continues. Though Im not a fan of violence or rape, as I've been a victim to both; I love how his carnal side comes out in full force. I also love the flip side of it: He becomes a whimpering sex deprived little boy.

So again either way I'm turned on and entertained. Wicked am I.

About three months ago for months on end I didnt even want to have sex, my drive was high as always but my kitten wasnt responding and I found myself getting agitated easily and needing lots of sleep. He went down on me one night and kitten didnt want to respond, so I took matters into my own hands and when I came it wasnt good, it wasnt earth shattering and I was nearly in tears because nothing like this had ever happened to me and my dear kitten.

We talked a little while about how people can go into libido cycles and how its happened to him and he cradled me a little while I pouted on my side, my ass illuminated by the moon coming through the glass brick of the window. He got up queitly and went to the dresser and foraged for a condom while I still pouted, my fingers absent mindedly fondling my nipple, a sigh rising in my lungs because he was seemingly ignoring me.

He lay down beside me and whispered in my ear,

How about I take you through a sexual cycle of my own?

All of my soul sighed and my mind screamed, though my mouth did not,

Oh, God, get away from the male. AWAY FROM THE MALE, NOW!

I sighed as he lightly tugged at my hip, rolling me onto my back and slipped between my thighs, his muscular thighs beneath mine. He felt with his big hand between my legs at kitten to check the slickness and finding me sufficiently slick, he leveled his cock up against me.

I pushed my hips down and out of reach while I pushed with my thighs against him. At most I thought he'd get the picture and go lie down while I fell frustratedly asleep. But no, he was fighting me right back. We wrestled each all over the bed, his face lighting with a sinister and oh-so-sexy smile, laughing and trying to win. We tustled like this for a few more rounds and his laughing/frustration grew.

Then I discovered something; When I had first begun this tustle, I didnt want to have sex, but as I fought against him and he showed his desire in the struggle, I found that I wanted him more than I had in days. He laughed out loud and spoke softly,

What are you doing? Do you really not want to?

I smiled though he couldnt see my face in the shadows and flicked my hips up to meet his cock and he plunged deep inside. Our moans were in time, loud and rising as his rythm began in side of me, my hands grasping harshly at his powerful forearms, my nails barely making an impact on his skin.

He kissed me harshly on my jawbone as I threw my head back, sighs and moans issuing forth. My mind got devilish in an instant and I lowered my hips, pushing at him with my dancer's thighs, his cock lost and his whimpers beginning to come. He tried in vain as I pushed my thighs against him, whimpers and moans and pleading reaching my ears.

Soon, he was giving up and he kissed me and laid his forehead agasint my shoulder. I smiled and wiggled a little before raising my hips, sliding him into me, his energetic sex-grunt was response enough before he began his thrusting once more. I let him continue, nearly losing myself in the roll and bump of it all when once more I dropped my hips, and my thighs went to work.

This time, the struggle was shorter, but when he began to give up, he got even more flustered and his effort was redoubled. His strong hand reached out for my shoulder and I began to tire out, he conquered me with one last push and he had me, his cock even more powerful than it had been before this last tustle.

When he finally was near his final pains, I spoke softly into his ear of how much I wanted him to come, his body pulsing with the power of it. I smiled as he deeply kissed me, tired and fulfilled. I decided then that I loved the Deprivation Game and would use it more often. The passion and strength it ignited was just too much to resist.

I am now just realizing how much I love playing this game, since I havnt in weeks and weeks, but maybe that means it need to be employed very, very soon...

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A Tiny Bed

Gadget far from being an immature man by any stretch of the meaning, has the worlds smallest bed...in the world - or so it seems to me.

It is torture but he has made me realize one thing: even on a tiny bed, he can still make me come like the world is ending.

Even in the dark of night, my flesh remains the same.
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A twin bed, In my opinion, is only usuable for human being up to the age of around...12 or so - if you push it. Unfortunatly for me, Gadget has never gotten this memo about the twin bed age cut off. He owns a twin bed, in fact the twin bed he's always had since childhood if I remember correctly.

Its not enough for him that he owns a house, that he owns a car and makes a significant salary - he must keep this bed.

We've spoken of matress shopping and he agrees that it may be time, but not so long ago, he dropped this idea of purchasing a new bed and the topic has flatlined.

This Sunday we spent the majority of the day at his house in his bedroom, him cleaning and fussing about with things as I cuddled up with his enormous cat and lounged...on the tiny bed. For hours we did various activities not worth explaining and generally being lazy. We had tickets for a show and needed to leave at a certain time but I had been horny and ignored all day long in regards to this carnal need. Exactly at the moment we had to be leaving I pulled him towards me...and the tiny bed...and began kissing me. He laughed amusedly and looked down at me;

You know we have to be going, are you going to assume responsibility for being late?

I nodded and smiled sparklingly.

Are you sure you'll assume responsiblity?

I nodded again and pulled him down to me. Thankfully for me and for him as well, he responds well my being direct sexually and so therefore, he hastened to do me many lascivious favors.

Ive wracked my brain to try and make light of my actual chemistry with Gadget in my writings but its truly impossible (maybe I should make some porn?) but I try to do it justice, though enevitably fail to hit the mark perfectly.

He kissed me once and then fell to the deed with much more passion than he has ever kissed me. His moans were terribly audible and his lips against mine were livid, greedy and rough. His words in my ear literally sang of need,

Oh God baby, I just love to take you down like this, I love to touch you. Oh you feel so good, god damn.

I mumbled back and gripped his shoulder with my fingernails in answer, my leg curling up over his hip and pulling him down harder on my body. My hair fell off the edge of the bed, the ends stroking the tile.

Gadget decided to end his frustrations with my pants and pulled them off, violently throwing them to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment, he pulled his clothes off in what seemed like one movement as I wimpered and wiggled on the bed in anticipation. His body was such heat and weight on mine when he wrapped himself back into me. His hands smoothed down my shoulder to my breasts, his mouth taking a detour to lightly suckle on my nipple, my head falling back and my mouth to open in ecstasy. His

hand made a path down my rib cage, pressing hard at my flesh all the way down to my hip bone before letting his knuckles brush against my moistening kitten in need. His palm then pressed harder agasint that most tender flesh, my arousal growing and on fire. His voice was more hoarse now, more pleading,

Please baby, do you want me to lick you? Do you want me to make you come for me?

All I could do was whimper in response and nod my head, my fingers slipping into my mouth impulsively. He roughly pulled at my thin black cotton panties, ripping one side seam in his fever to take them off. His hand went to my thigh, placing his shoulder under it in preparation, his hands rough and commanding. When his mouthwent around the lips of my kitten, my moan was audilbe from proably miles around. When I looked down at his head with his face pressed so firmly to my cunt, pleasing me, my heart lept, my pulse raced and I knew I was inexorably hooked. My back arched in response to the thrusts of his tongue and just as I was close to my final release, he pulled his rhythm back, much to my chagrin.

I whimpered, until his strong hand went toward my cunt and he slipped a finger inside of me. My body lept and I bit down on my bottom to keep from screaming out. He worked his finger inside me and gently against my g-spot, my heart an overworked engine in my chest.

I whimpered in pain from my need from release and when it finally came, I gripped so hard on the sheet of the bed that I snapped a nail off and my eyes were seeing colors beneath their moist, closed lids. I moaned in pain and ecstasy as I bucked still on the bed in aftershocks, his tongue still gently plying my clit with suttle licks.

I reached down and stroked his head and when he knelt next to me, his cock was red, hard and pulsing ever so gently. I pulled up on my tank top as he touched himself his grip on himself firm and when his unique rhytmn began I moaned and spoke softly to him to quicken the process. My own body was still experiencing my orgasm as he spilled his out onto my hips, his body arching in relief.

I smiled in a pained post-orgasm fashion as he kissed me, as he gently wiped his cum from my skin. It seems sexual escapades always awaken a realization in me.

This realization was that even if you have somewhere to be, its better to be late and flushed from an outrageous orgasm than be on time anyday.

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Sheer Delight

Im lazy right now....so the memoir will be forth coming, so for now.....take a good, long look.

Can you tell this memoir will be about pantyhose?

Gadget loves to get envolved in all my dirty little wanderings...

very, very much so...just loves to lend a helping hand.

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A Little Bit of Madness

This is the Return of la petite!!!!!

I'm so sorry to all my faithful during my respite for the fact of my horrible and raging collegiate schedule. Life has been madness and I really haven't had any time to do anything but testing and also work and some work and some work and some reporting and then some more work. I love that some have sent wonderful emails, but I'm just great, although busy and now I'm trying to work the site back into my life after a long pause.

The story we'll hit it with was my experience last night, big kisses to my boys and also my girls!

Sometimes a flower of a girl can become a kitten of desire.

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Sometimes you just know when you want to go mad, and I don't mean insane...I mean mad in bed. Last night I had this lingering need for contact.

We had gone to a party the night before and were enjoying gadget's day off by fucking hard in the morning, cooking breakfast, buying a pumpkin (Did you know there's a global pumpkin shortage this Autumn?), heading back for lunch. The rest of the night was spent at a Halloween concert and lounging on the grassy expanse while listening to the music as the softly cool weather (Finally some chill in this hell of heat!) wafted over the amphitheater. When we got home I flopped on the couch with the boy and watched Hellraiser to get deeper into the All Hallows spirit.

When I peeled off my pants and jumped into bed, I had a soft grin on my face, my legs twining on bed, ever so invitingly. A laugh was heard from gadget as he knelt on the bed, his hands reaching out for my soft legs. He laid down, pulling my legs over his torso, his hand lighting to my ass to gently pet and rub on it. I cooed as I cuddled up to him and began to fall asleep, so comfortable was I.

All of a sudden my mind screamed out: NO! YOU NEED TO BE FUCKED!

So I looked to gadget ever so lovingly, grabbed for his manliness and licked the head of him, his sigh resounding thickly from his sleepy throat. I licked up and down the shaft lightly with the tip of my tongue, before enveloping his whole cock in my mouth, my lips straining to close over him. I could feel my own body stir, my wetness to come to fruition and the heat to wrap itself in my lower belly. I have this problem you see: sucking gadget's cock makes me as wet as you could imagine, drips and all.

I turned my attention to his lips as his hands fumbled harshly with my thin panties, trying to rip them off. I slipped them off and over my little feet, the cooled air of the A/C touching my most heated and needy flesh. My wet lips touched his as I slipped my knee over his hips, straddling him, my skin stroking his as I feel into position, his cock teasing the cheek of my ass. His hands came down in a few resounding spanks before his strong hands harshly gripped both cheeks, his strength turning me on as he manipulated my flesh.

I slid my hips down, the glistening lips of my wet kitten touching the flaming tip of his cock. I slid back m hips farther, inviting him inside of me as a wicked moan poured forth from my lips, my throat, my whole body. I rode him gently at first, feeling each stroke of his cock inside of me before my wetness grew like a wave, both of us feeling and welcoming the sudden extra lubrication.

I then rode him hard, my hand gripping his shirt tightly to keep myself astride. The deepness of his cock overwhelmed me as his first orgasm rounded out harshly after I begged him to come inside of me. We laid like that, my body collapsed over his, my hair wild and lying out on the pillows as we tried to reclaim our breath.

As I sat up, I realized, his cock was still as hard as it had been fore he had come. What an opportunity for me, my mind clicked in its needs for satisfaction. And though gadget can go as long as I want him and need him to, I love for him to keep his hard on so I can give him as many orgasms as possible in one night, its nearly like a game, the most orgasms wins.

My lips went softly to the head of his cock, stroking it to an even more hard state, my fingertips lightly grazing his balls as his moans filled my ears. I plopped once more on top of him and once his cock was deeply inside of me, I couldn't contain my moaning and I rode him as hard as I could, the bed shaking and creaking on its little wheels against the tile floor. I begged him to come as I rode harder and harder, breaking frequently for the intensity of it. I leaned forward over his chest, my breasts in his face as I slid him in an out slowly. His face tightened as I clung to his shoulders, his cock shuddering inside of me as he came a second time. I giggled and panted, once again lying on top of him, his hands stroking my slightly damp back.

I ripped off my t shirt and surveyed a sight I couldn't believe: gadget's cock was as hard as ever, even after two orgasms. My hungry lips went again to his cock in effort to stroke it gently to rock hardness to one again slide him deep inside of me. I shuddered as I slide down roughly on his cock, my moans streaking against my ears and I rocked back and forth, nearly drained of energy. Moment later my lack of energy buffeted me towards concession as I slid off to watch him come against my thigh.

I laid with him and fell near sleep, my thoughts soft and prodding as the sweat on my skin cooled and left me. My inner beast had wreaked havoc that night as a smile buffeted my lips.

My body had rocked with prenatural strength and fortitude. Sometimes we all need to go a little mad.

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Tumble Me

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Longing: Summer

When apart, lovers can miss one another, yearn for each other's bodies and deal with minds running rampant with thought of past trysts, adventures and hot, sweaty body parts. The time apart is also good in some ways because it cleans your desire to make it fresh.

Its sad but true: absence makes the heart (and kitten) grow fonder.

Why is my world always so distorted?

I love MySpace for its sheer level of lame and the fact that so many people have obsessions with it. I have not got an obsession, but its fun to trip upon old friends you grew up with and mentally rewarding for your ego when you realize an ex has found you on there and is pondering over your latest photos.

The gadget and I are "friends" on the site and its kind of a fun game to comment back and forth even though we see each other most every day. When I didn't see him today I made good use of boy-free time and finally finished the redecoration of my room and took care of other home-related things. Though I was busy, I still missed him and after speaking with him after his work day was over, it made it a little worse.

I came online after all my initial online-work (I have a lot to do w/ all the programming updating I do not only for this site but for other people who I work for $$$) and found he'd left a comment on my page and my heart trilled.

I was sweet, lovely, romantic and Oh-so-Gadget of him, also it had a fair bit of sexy to it...


I am here alone tonight and I cant stop thinking about running my fingers through your hair and squeezing your perfect tiny hands. It feels like a part of me isn't with me here tonight.

Okay.

I also, cant stop thinking about that dress. MMMmmm.


I love when you can capture the mind an libido of a man long after he leaves you. And in this case, it makes it all the more sweeter that I have his heart too. On the flip side, he has mine too and though its a bit scary, its also quite lovely.

Also....he owns my libido.

I feel myself flipping to a quite amorous frame of mind as I sit here in the bluish glow from my monitor monster. I feel like dipping my hand down the front of my loose, ripped, low rise jeans and down under the hipband of my silky black panties and kindling a fire in my kitten...

I feel like being alone though, and I'm so excited about the new semester of classes unfurling before me that started up last week. I live up to my geek-ette titling with the sheer fact that after I decided to take the whole summer off for some brain relaxation, though soon after I wished I hadn't and that I had classes and deadlines to look forward.

As the summer closes though, I'm recounting all that happened during the summer and even considering how busy my summers are (though this one is the first time I've stayed in my own country and then come back again for about 10 years) this one was quite an adventure in a way, or ten:

• Decided to bite the bullet and start dating (and fucking) again for the first time since October 05.
  
• I met my ex and then dumped him for being A)boring B)boring in bed C) BORING!
• I got a job working for a few websites doing programming, reviewing and general geek-ette duties.
• Increased the size of my sexy toy chest by about a ton.
• Baby lizards have invaded my water-front house! Eeek!
  
• Worked on layout and profiles for the tiny newspaper I work for. And took crap, a lot.
• Met my current boyfriend, dated him, fucked him and then fell in love.♥
• Got on birthcontrol pills (story soon to follow, last Tuesday was the first "safe" day!).
• Decided that my life is actually pretty wonderful and that bad things happen constantly but you need to keep on truckin because every road is long and yet my hope is strong...
• Looked at my legs and said "Holy fuck, I have sexy legs!" (this really, really and truly happened!) and then decided to post a bunch of photos for the site and bill them out in upcoming memoirs and posts. (lucky you!)
• Realized I'm the only thing keeping my family together and I like that...Well kinda.
• Finally (but not least!!!!) had 49 orgasms! Yay!

So summer love came true for me this year, lizards have taken over my home and my legs decided to make me realize their sexy factor - all in all a great season.

I'm looking forward to a very rewarding and sexy Fall and then a very hot a heavy (and maybe snowy white!) Winter; all full of love, sex, orgasms, posts, photography and of course my blend of debauchery and intelligence mixed up with breasts, handcuffs and spankings.

With Autumn fast approaching on September the 23rd, where has your summer gone?

Summer loving had me a blast, Summer loving, happened so fast!

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Highway of Light

Being a dancer when I was younger not only lent me grace and a love of performance and attention, but it sculpted my legs into those of a 1950's Pin-Up girl.

Men seem to dig the gams.



Last night I went with gadget and another friend of ours to a jazz club and listened for a few hours, hung out, drank a bit and watched the groupie girls with tiny skirts flutter their breasts around before the musicians. It was fun.

Though I got tired of the people, the loudness and had gadget and our friend take me down to the car and inevitably home. Walking down the narrow, wooden stairs in 4 inch heels that were affixed with merely cotton straps wound and tied around my ankles was an adventure in itself.

In the car I sprawled my legs before me, my heels on the dashboard not remembering that I had a sex-responsive man seated next to me operating a vehicle, which at the moment I was a passenger of. Gadget's eyes boggled out of his head and he relayed to me a few facts about the night and my sex appeal,

All night I've been staring at your legs and your tiny feet in those heels. Oh my God baby. That skirt drives me crazy, absolutely crazy. Look at you, god.

His hands slid over my thighs and down to my ankles to the tight, black cotton straps and over my small feet to my pinkly manicured toes. The night and the lights of our bright city passed by on both sides, burning points of light yet we held such concealed privacy inside of the speeding, steel carriage in which we sat.



I leant my head back on the seat, one slim fingertip rubbing along my bottom lip, feeling the sensations of his warm hands on my chilled skin. His hand pushed my skirt further down my thigh to my lap, my black panties showing under the hem of the black skirt.

His fingertips slid briefly over the soft black patch of cotton covering my kitten, but they slipped back to my legs. My legs were his toys now, the kitten could wait for later. His hands drew maps over my skin, his trail snaking at his own pleasure. He slapped the side of my thigh lightly to hear the strong slap, to feel the firmness. I hummed lightly in my throat, listening to the music that played blindly through the car as he ravished my legs,

'You can have it if you really want,
You can grasp it if you have the thought,
Feel your power that is deep within, Are you ready?
On your mark begin,
We should take time out to really love...'

Lenny Kravitz pumping his sultry sound through my head and over my skin as sensation burned through me. I saw the burning stars of light around me, the blue led from the stereo, the sound of sex flowing from the speakers and his hands all over me.

All was burning, all was heat and sound.

I was his distraction and he was my full attention, my body my full occupation, feeling it and what it was giving me. What his hands were giving me. Snakes of sensation over the silk skin of my legs, the heels accentuating the moment.

At the house, he kissed me in a whirl in my room, his arms directing me, turning me and pushing me down toward the bed. My legs went up, my panties came off and his hot mouth met my dripping pink kitten. Explosions of heat and power and I could feel all my nerve endings crashing into one another. Yet again he took my body, made it his own, and then threw it back for me to feel like the death of light and the rebirth of the sun.

His mouth burning me and my heels still on.

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Tech Tags: legs, high heels, feet, sensation, erotica, slap, jazz, sex, nude, pin-up

And on yet another note of loveliness: Jefferson, my new love and fantasy fuck-buddy featured my memoir "Bound by the Night" on a Fleshbot Roundup!!! Whoot!!! You can see the roundup here. I guess my handcuff tomfoolery is highly regarded by my fellow nymphobabes on the net, yay! Big kisses to sexy J.

Wham. Bam. Thank You Man.

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The Hymn of the Pearls

I've come to terms with the fact that I'm not exactly a "normal" person and this realization also intrudes upon my sexual desires and adds to my deviancy. I'm fine with it, I'm coping....and I love it.

Gadget has made it clear ((by words and action)) that he's a very sexually hungry and completely open man, especially when it comes to me. This suits me fine, just fine indeed.

Who said the "family jewels" aren't toys?

Last night we're lying in bed and my mind is fluttering to that very sleepy place where sex fantasy and deep sleep converge to make me a very tired and dreamy little girl. He's lying next to me in my big bed, hidden beneath the covers and speaking to me on sex and love and strippers. Yes, strippers. My little mind is somewhat offended because he wants to take his long time friend to a club for a lap dance for his birthday this week and I don't know how I want to deal with it. Not that I really feel it's a huge deal, but it has slipped to my mind as he begins to break it down for me.

Its true, I've been to strip clubs and had fun, even a lap dance where a girl grabbed my tits and licked my neck, her hot, breathy voice near the shell of my ear,

I'd love to wrestle you onto the floor and lick your pussy until you cry.

And these were the pre-18 days too. But I'm sort of stuck in this quandry, I love Gadget and though not jealous, being a highly bred and raised woman, I feel like I'm not needed or respected if my boyfriend wants to go to a club and have a "Southern Lapdance" with a bunch of his buddies. Wouldn't he much rather have me in his arms than a dirty stripper?

Fortunately for you though, this post is not about strippers nor my girlfriend-ish issues. This post is about Pearls and their many lovely and beautifully kinky usages.

I have a kinky girl that lives inside my libido who likes to take control and whips out in a little bit of rebellion and dirty fun most days. Am I to be blamed? No of course not, but then again who wouldn't love to be under the heel of a uber-feminine teenage deviant? ::smiles::

It's true, I do have a bit of an pearl fetish/oral fixation.

To return to the moment: the moon is outside my window and my sleepy mind is fuzzy as I think about strippers and lap dances and how I must be better than a skanky exotic dancer. But how can I show him? How can I prove my worth not only as a good, loving girlfriend but as a versatile sexual being with so much to give? My mind slithers over possibilities in my sexually creative head, my voice is soft, sweet, yet full of need and unbridled interest,

Babe, I'm into cock-bondage. Don't worry, its not the crazy kind, just the fun kind and I promise you'll like it.

Without waiting for a response, I reach behind his head to my jewelry rack that hangs on the wall of my currently being-re-decorated room and take my 35 inch strand of antique natural pearls. His waiting cock is standing forth like a monument to the night and to all his little sex driven mind can conceive. Delicately and with small, soft hands, I wrap the pearls around his cock, starting at the bottom of his thick shaft and twining up, completely encasing his hard flesh in pearls. When at last the pearls were in place, I took both ends and pulled gently, flicking the head of his cock with my tongue.

His reaction was palpable as his hand covered his mouth, his breath coming harsh and thick, fast. His cock too was reacting, pulsing and swelling against the pearls. With each surge of his flesh, the pearls ripples into it exciting him even further. As I sucked and licked away at his sensitive head, he became like stone inside my mouth, harder and thicker than he's ever been before, the head showing red and swollen in the blue tinted light of the dappled moonlight.

His breath was coming harsh and his comments rippled forth like curses to God as his body tensed and he writhed on the bed,

Oh baby, this is the best sensation I've ever felt in my entire life, I swear. Oh my god. It just feels so awesome.

I smiled gently with satisfaction as my mouth luxuriated over his cock, his body, his mouth and his pulsing cock giving me feedback that only increased my need to make him come hard and finalize his grand sensation.

Without warning I pulled the end of the pearl strand up and over his cock and away, the pearls rubbing him as the streamed upwards, massaging his already maniacally aroused cock. He moaned and his body tensed the nth degree, his words only grunts and a long streaming moan issuing from his mouth followed by a laugh of sheer pleasure and amazement.

His moan was even deeper as I slid his whole length into my mouth, letting the tip of him touch the back of my throat before sucking upwards. After a few moments and his fingertips sliding at the base of his engorged cock, his hips bucked before he came with a force that nearly drowned me, his come hitting the inside of my throat and causing me to hold back gagging as he came stronger than he ever has.

He was paralyzed with his ecstasy as I got up to sip at some water and stretch my crumpled legs. When I lay back down on the bed, he was singing my praises with the comforter pulled up over his face, his body still tense and enraptured. I smiled softly and with sleepiness as I crawled into bed with him, his warm arms falling to me and enroving me in his circle of warmth. It was a great ending to a stressful, horrible and otherwise senselessly draining day.

To me, any object can be a sex object; people, accessories, clothing. Your imagination has no bounds when it comes to its creative power and sense of sensation and drive. Even vintage pearls from the 1930's can have some use in this modern day and age, and powerful use at that.


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F♥ck Bunny

Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like in a moment a rolling ball of fire will slide over you and obliterate all sense of peace, all sense of life and destiny.

He holds me, he loves me & sometimes he fucks me like I'm his dirty whore...

Lick my flesh, bite my flesh, live unrestrained. Live unrestrained like I live in my mind. Let your hands caress me and pull me close to you and you thrust from behind, strong hands wrapped under my hips, their curve compounded by your strength.

You know that I want you everywhere that you'll fit, I want you to fuck me from behind, my hand disappearing under my body as my small fingertips caress my clit. So hot and wet, dripping, it feels like my kitten is boiling. My clit is boiling.

I can feel your cock swell deep inside of me as you hold your orgasm inside of yourself, waiting for the opportune moment, letting it build until it pounds like rolling fire in your psyche. When I orgasm from the circles I'm painting on my clit with my fingertip, slide your dripping wet cock into my ass, pushing my comfort level all the way down until I feel I don't exist but for all of the pleasure and the cascading heat that my soul has fallen to.

If hell is the burning fires of orgasm and obliteration: teach me the seven deadly sins.

Be my Master, if only for moments when you hold my life in your strong hands and they delicately crush my throat. Do you feel the passion with which my soul beats on your hands as they clasp my life force, as you cut off my oxygen? You love to see my eyes close slowly, like weeping daisies as my sense is cut off, as the darkness creeps in. Bring me back from unconsciousness, from seeming death with passionate kisses, your tongue slick inside my small mouth, your lips pressing painfully against mine.

You've already come so hard, your come flailing deep inside of me, but your cock is hard against my leg as you hover over me. Like an obedient child I fall at your feet, kissing your upper thighs, your hips just to feel your cock so near my face, to stare at it and understand the meaning of my feminine desire.

My lips test their plump joy against the head of your swollen and ultra-sensitive cock. Feeling you deep inside my mouth, the intricate bumps and veins against my tongue, my lips, the tender inner cheeks.

You surge as you push away the orgasm and when I look up at you with pleading eyes you cant hold on, coming with a force unknown to you, feeling the strong sucking that I'm applying to your spasming cock. When you finally look down at me, my mouth is filled with your come and when I open my mouth to show you, your desire is once again stirred.

I love when you push down on my body, bruising me even. I love to look at them after wards and to cool their aching with ancient salt, warm water and circles of pressure,

The marks of your passion are all to evident to ignore.

With a male strength, you force open my legs, pinning my thighs to the bed as your mouth seeks out my dripping kitten. I can feel the steam-heat of your mouth and tongue on my most sacred and beating heart, as essential and passionate as the one in my chest. My moans are filling my ears and my body stretches out as I feel the first heated rolls of upcoming orgasm fall over my body. Your thick fingers slide suddenly and fully into my dripping kitten, my back arches with the pressure and the need. My lips mouth and echo the words of my submission,

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

You know that when I get amorous, my speech becomes defeatist and you don't listen to me. In my twisted world of sex and leacherous pleasure the positive becomes the negative and it switches up into a dance of pleasure and need, and sometimes pain.

I can feel the fire enveloping me as my orgasm hits me, my throat paining me as I cry out and my spine snaps back to let my body stretch as I come, my kitten squirting your lips.

You know how wet I get when you lick me.

You know how I can actually squirt in your hungry little face.

I can feel the needy little girl in me cry out in happiness and fear when you flip me over so that I'm lying over your lap, your warm palms massaging the curve of my ass, my mind still blurred by my pounding orgasm. The first blow to my ass splits my mind, blows my comfort and once again I feel truly worshiped and truly yours.

I listen to the rhythm of your hand against my flesh, the tender spanks that your large and powerful hand dish out to me. I feel a reddened heat rise on my flesh,

Each spank feels more and more like heaven and hell in a tango of hate and desire.

You now that I love to become yours every chance you'll take me. Take me like life will soon be over and passion and my body are the only things that revolve in your existence. Love with the fire of a thousand suns and when our flesh mingles and feels like it becomes one, you'll know the meaning of life.

Sex, passion, love, desire, that final crash of flame; we all hearken to the same eternal tune of debauchery.

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Tropical Titillation

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Fireworks

Over the Independence Day weekend (though it was on Tuesday...) my man Gadget and I went to an amusement park for an overnight adventure and stayed at a lovely hotel. Oh how I love hotels...

After driving all through the early morning and spending over three hours at a huge art gallery, we headed to our hotel to chill out, recoup and refuel for a night that we had planned for dinner and a nightclub. Or so we thought...

A view like this should never be wasted...

After hitting valet and checking in, we headed up the elevator to our suite which looked out over the beautiful downtown expanse of our getaway destination. I dropped my suitcase on the bed and stood at the floor length window, looking at the early afternoon sun and the old architecture, so different from our home. When I heard his velvety voice behind me, my skin pickled at his words,

Look at how gorgeous you look, oh baby. It would be perfect to just make love to you standing here in front of the window. What do you think?

I giggled amorously (yes, it is possible) and felt his hands slide around my hips to my front, squeezing me. He kissed the side of my neck, so near the pound of my pulse. He tilted my face to the right so that our lips met, his tongue fierce and needy.

He shook off his shorts so that I could feel his rock hard erection up against my ass, the sensitive head of his cock rubbing against the rough denim of my jeans. He unsnapped my jeans and pushed them door, slightly trapping my feet when they pooled on the floor. I stretched out my back cat-like and extended my ass closer to him, my hands supporting my weight on a metal support on the window.

He moaned as he kissed my neck and rubbed his hands all over my stomach and legs, my ass even. Then came the ::THWACK!!::. So unexpected and so volatile that I moaned out loud and my body thrashed with trying to balance against his strength.

Do you like that baby, do you?

I nodded as I moaned and pressed my lips to his, my brow furrowed and tense, my ass starting to redden and feel a slight heat. I bit down on my lip as he pressed his cock hard against me, backed off to rub my ass and then rained down another assault on the other cheek,

Oh no!

I cried out in my exasperation and my desire, a moan combining with my cry. I panted and moaned, my ass swaying slightly as my hips moved in a lecherous pattern.

you're so fucking hot baby, so beautiful. All day I've had my hands on you, wanting you. In the gallery I just couldn't focus on any of the art except for you, you're the art I want.

I moaned as his hand slid over my pink-marked ass, wanting the soft pain to subside but wanting it that much more. I could feel the blow even though another spank didn't follow, I felt the heat increase as my kitten started to drip, dampening my pink panties. He pushed down my panties after admiring them on my hips and ass extensively,

Oh my God honey, these just hug your body so perfectly. Ahh.

I moaned deeply as he yet again spanked my naughty little ass, his hand lingering this time, his body tight against mine. After several more spanks, his desire was out of his control and he pulled at my hips slightly before flicking my clit a few times and pressing the tip of his cock against my dripping cunt. As he plunged deeply inside of me, my throat caught and I felt his body pushing against my reddened bum as he thrusted.

I could feel him so utterly filling me, his hands clasped around my hips, pulling me onto him as he thrusted. I looked down at my perfectly manicured little toes, having a random thought about them in the middle of the mind blowing fucking I was receiving. I stared at my own eyes in the window's surface as his swollen cock slid in an out of me, the sound of my wetness and our union reaching my ears and making me bite my lips. I spoke to myself as Gadget ravaged on behind me and inside of me,

You are such a dirty, dirty little bitch, you love it don't you? You love it when he spanks you and then fucks you like an animal?

My eyes rolled back in my head as it fell back, a wave of ecstasy shot through me and my nipples burned, my clit pounded and my ravaged kitten wept. I felt him grunting so hotly, his lips spouting praise and sex exclamations as he rammed the last few times before coming deeply inside of me. My head fell forward onto the glass and I peered down at the busy street below me, feeling him gently slide his cock out of me.

I walked over to the bed and fell down, snuggling deep into the downy sheets and squishy pillows. My body made peace with itself when Gadget finally came from the bathroom and lay down with me, his body so strong and close. He held me as I fell into a deep sleep, his body cradling mine from behind.

I dreamt that afternoon of Gadget telling me about going to the art gallery and watching a girl faint from the ecstasy she found in the art there. I giggled when I woke and pondered on fainting from ecstasy. How lovely it could be.

That night we didn't make it to the nightclub, and instead ordered room service and slept in each others arms until the dark, early morning. Gadget woke me up and we made passionate animalistic love, me riding his swollen cock and then switching to him standing behind me as I knelt on the bed. His moans became hoarse and like a lion's as he came deep inside of me, his cock twitching like madness against my cunt.

After he recovered from his lion attack, he decided he was thirsty...and that I would be his chalice. He poured wine on my back and hips, licking it off and rubbing against me in my wine covered glory. The wine chilled my nipple to a hard pebble as he poured it over my nipple, catching it in his mouth.

Since he met me about three weeks ago, Gadget has had a fantasy of showering with me and washing me, watching me in my private shower activities, touching my soap slicked body. He watched with bemused eyes as I shampooed my long hair, biting my lip against laughter. His hands washed over me, covered in soap and slick against my breasts, my stomach and thighs.

As I washed my face, he licked down my back to my ass cheeks, his tongue lingering. He knelt down on the floor of the shower and with deft hands, spread my cheeks and flicked his tongue into my pink little asshole. I moaned as my face pinched up and my reasoning left me. I could feel the slickness and the heat of his tongue inside of me as well as circling the vulnerable little opening.

My hands scratched at the slick tile and pressed my forehead to them, trying to find a center. With one last kiss to my bum cheek, he stood and smiled like a proud cat whose just caught a lizard. He kissed me deeply and watched my expression, my lips parted and my brow furrowed. He laughed and squeezed me, pressing his newfound erection against me, so slick against my ass. I heard his sexy voice in my ear, his arms wrapped tightly around me,

Look at what you do to me, you sexy girl. I bet I can come again even after all we've just done.

I smiled as he put a foot up on the side of the shower, slid his hand over my breasts and with the other hand he took hold of himself and gently started to pull himself off. I leaned back against the wall and watched his face, tension and pleasure both present as he bit at his lip, looked at me and took in the sight of my body. As he came, his body was not his own, it was lost and I was the sole observer. He caught himself on the wall and his chest heaved slightly, his cock still half hard as he turned to rinse his come-covered hand.

He kissed me passionately and looked into my eyes, his face so involved and awake.

Look what you can do to me, where did you come from?

I laughed and went under the water, the conditioner rinsing from my hair as he watched me. I giggled as he rubbed at me, tickling my wet and heated skin. After we came from the shower I just looked at him, not only adoring him and laughing to myself how sexually we were compatible, but because of his personality.

I had come to think of him as such a highly intelligent man, such a mentally stimulating and exciting person. Not only that, but now I had this duely shared pleasure to play on, this hunger I had for him, and his hunger for me. I wanted to have ever-lasting debates with him and I also wanted him to fuck my brains out every chance I could find. So for me, it seems ideal.

He speaks so softly to me, and with such awe and admiration,

"In another life, you were a Princess....Most definitely."

I hear his words and I see his face and all I want is more, all I want is the him and the next rush I know we can find together.

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