Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The g spot












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The G-Spot (see figure above) is an area of sensitive tissue located behind the pubic bone and around the urethra.  It can be massaged or stimulated by reaching up about two finger joints distance on the upper surface of the vagina.  The area may be located by massaging (with your finger) the wall of the vagina between the pubic bone and the cervix.  It is often necessary to press firmly into the area to reach the spot.  If already aroused, some women will find that stimulation of this area leads to an intense orgasm. 


 

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Saturday, October 1, 2011


Kate Connor's long, honey blond hair hung loose about her shoulders as she crossed the terrace at the rear of her single-storey, luxurious home near St. Helena, in California's famous Napa Valley. In fact, her home was nearly as famous as the valley in which it nestled, being located at the edges of the vineyards at the Golden Hills Winery. The winery was by no means the largest in the valley, or even in the top ten for that matter, but it was long established and very well known. Respected.

She folded her arms across her breasts, a black bikini and sarong her best attempt of the day to dress thus far, and gazed out across the plants that now seemed so certain to hold her future, what may literally become the fruits of her endeavours. Her ocean blue eyes scanned the plants, but her mind didn't register the sight, lost as it was in trying to find some sense and order amongst the turmoil that her parents' sudden deaths had added to her own increasing uncertainty about herself.

Kate sat down on a thickly padded seat beneath a large umbrella, crossed her beautiful legs and sighed heavily, still somewhat shocked at the speed with which her life had changed. At twenty-eight she was by no means a child and nor was she stupid. She had graduated college with business and accountancy qualifications but had been keen to get away from what she had then seen as an over-idyllic life that her parents had lived.

Joining the working rat race in San Francisco's city streets she had made a living in the tourist trade, working for one of the many companies that organised bus trips from Union Square and boat trips from Pier Thirty-Nine, catering for the endless desire of tourists to travel over or under, or even both, the famous Golden Gate Bridge, and to other attractions of which there were many. In the world of sales and promotions, her rise up the career ladder had been swift and her earnings had paid for a comfortable lifestyle. Kate had worked hard but she had played hard too.



She loved a good party and knew a good wine when she drank one. She enjoyed the company of men and women, good music and good times. She'd never been promiscuous though, largely because her experiences had never been that great. Sex had always left her feeling a little let down. Her girlfriends had all spoken of amazing times with guys and the things they'd done, and whilst she'd done similar, she never did get the buzz that they seemed to have. In fact, the experiences of a relatively new friend Sharon, an openly bisexual girl, had been of greater interest to her latterly and that's when her self-doubts had set in.

Somewhere along the line during this time she had become closer to her parents, closer than ever. Her 'go to' people had always been her Mom and Dad, but never more so than after she'd left home. Her Dad, a non-judgmental and wise counsel, had advised on such things as banking and buying a home that would also be an investment, and her Mom had been the best friend that any girl could have dreamed of, the ultimate 'go to' for all other practical, and emotional, matters. They had visited the city every other month for business and shopping respectively, and she'd grown to look forward to those times and to treasure them. Suddenly their 'over-idyllic' life hadn't seemed that at all, they were just so much in tune with each other and still so much in love, living their dreams together every day whilst still looking out for their only child.

It had been to her mother that she'd broached the subject that had worried her the most, that of her own sexuality. Brought up conventionally she had always expected, and been expected she felt, to meet a man, 'the one', and settle down someday, though having kids of her own had never really appealed, despite her own happy childhood. In truth she had found herself increasingly attracted to women, and increasingly resisting it whilst going through the motions with the odd man here and there, unsatisfactorily.

She never had slept with a woman, though she had been quite close to doing so once with Sharon. It had been unplanned, just one of those moments that can happen. She had baulked at the last minute, afraid that she wouldn't enjoy it, or perhaps that she would. Her mother had advised her that what she ought to do was to sleep with a woman, and see how she felt about things afterwards, that it might be something that she needed to do and move on from, or to do because that was how she was meant to be. She'd been typically unfazed and non-judgmental about it, had told Kate that it wouldn't change a thing between them, why should it?

Kate hadn't wanted her father to know, and whilst her mother had assured her that he wouldn't find out from her, she had also told her daughter that the only thing that could possibly ever upset him about her was the thought that she was unhappy, everything and anything else he would embrace as warmly as he physically embraced her. They had left, and Kate had felt for the first time a little reassured, though still far from clear in her own mind. Her parents had never made it home, dying together at the scene of a car wreck that hadn't been their fault.

Now, just a few months on, her San Francisco life was behind her and she'd come home to take over the family business, her inheritance. She didn't know how to make wine or how to sell it, her Dad had always made it and her Mom had always sold it, which only added to her personal insecurities, though she had no doubt that she could run the business side of things.

Kate needed help and advice more than ever, but her 'go to' people now lay together in the graveyard. She was on her own and feeling the weight of loneliness, and very much aware that her decisions would determine her fate, personally and in business.

When her parents had bought Golden Hills Winery from the Crocetti family, it had been most renowned for its Zinfandel, but its owners had never quite managed to get the awards for it that they had coveted. Nor had her father. Now, like the winery itself, that dream had been bequeathed to her. It was perhaps even her destiny, having been conceived amongst the vines in her parents' first year of ownership, the best thing that the winery had ever produced according to them.

Kate let out another sigh, brushed away her tears and stood up, and headed into the house to get dressed for the meetings that would start a new era at the winery. There was no more time for procrastination, and her personal issues would just have to wait.


  Doug Ramone ordered a beer in the small bar that had become a regular haunt for him, away from his home and work, where he could indulge himself when opportunity arose, whatever that opportunity might be.

Succinctly put, Doug Ramone was not a nice man. Born Douglas O'Shay he had grown up in New York the son of a long line of immigrants from Ireland and an American mother. His father had been a cop, his mother a lawyer, and they'd had three children. His two older sisters had grown up to become nurses, and the family had been looked up to in their community as decent, upstanding folk.

There was a bad apple in every barrel though, and Doug was theirs. He'd been trouble from the moment he'd started walking. Being the son of a cop and a lawyer he had rebelled big time, and had resisted all attempts to set him straight. He had run drugs for a dealer from the age of twelve and stolen cars to order from the age of fourteen. He'd only avoided the youth detention halls because of his family's legal connections. When he'd muscled out in his later teenage years he'd been a heavy for a number of loan sharks.

Still his parents had tried to put him right, but by then they were beginning to realise that Doug simply didn't want to be put right. By the age of twenty-one he'd had a small stable of girls on the street earning him good money and was dealing drugs in his own right as well as running a fencing operation for a well organised group of thieves and pick-pockets.

His father had done the last thing he could think of to help his son. He'd had him busted, and he'd spent five years inside, every minute of it seething with anger and hate. While he was inside, his parents had retired. When he got out, he visited them intent on getting even, but his father had been a sick man and his mother the shell of the woman who had tried so hard to raise him right. It was the only time in his life that Doug had ever felt compassion. He'd let them be and moved on, returning to his criminal ways as he moved from city to city, and hadn't so much as given them a passing thought since.

By the time he'd reached his early thirties he'd committed crimes that he knew he could fry for in certain states. He'd reinvented himself as Doug Ramone, complete with all the documents, and had tried to find a life that would afford some of the thrills that he needed but with less risks. He didn't want to go to jail again, yet still dreamed of that one big scam that would earn him the pot of gold he dreamed of.

He'd drifted into San Francisco and had made an enjoyable, for him, living as a conman. He'd targeted wealthy, vulnerable women, widows mostly, and had the dual pleasures of fucking them and fucking them over. He'd had that 'bad boy' appeal, a good physique and a big cock. It had been easy, for a time, until stories got out and women became more suspicious of the motives of possible suitors.

He could have, at that point, had a decent sum tucked away and simply given it up, but he hadn't been smart enough to save for the future. He'd left the city intent on lying low for a while, and had ended up taking a picker's job at the Golden Hills Winery. Oddly, he'd enjoyed the work and had taken an interest in the whole process of making wine, and Matt Connor had taken him under his wing and taught him what he knew. Doug Ramone had become a full time employee, finding ways away from the winery to make extra money, as well as selling on the odd case here and there that he stole without remorse.






He'd also enjoyed Matt and his beautiful blonde wife's other activities. Matt and Kayleigh had both been into outdoors sex, and he'd watched many times over the years, had often lusted after the wife himself but had been smart enough to recognise that he wouldn't stand a chance with her, not with Matt constantly around anyway. He'd filed away details of their activities though, together with some hot photographs and one particularly memorable video, just in case an opportunity arose to use them.

Now he found himself in a very promising position. Matt and Kayleigh had been killed in a car wreck and their daughter Kate, a very tasty looking blonde just like her Mom, had come back to the family home to run the business. Better yet, she didn't know the wine business and would need a manager, and the rumour was that now that she had completed going over all the books and records that she would be appointing two managers, one for production and one for sales. He reckoned he had a chance. He was in his early forties now, knew his job well, and nobody spoke ill of him at the winery.

If he got the production job, he'd use his position and her lack of knowledge to ingratiate himself with Kate, maybe get himself a bit of the classy pussy that he'd missed out on with her Mom if things went well, and if very well that golden pay check he'd always dreamed of, in the form of ownership of a top winery. And he'd enjoy her, with her long blond hair and sexy legs, narrow waist and tight ass, and those beautiful tits! They weren't too big or too small, just right for her frame and they looked good and firm, a decent handful just like her Mom's. He wondered if her nipples were as long as her Mom's, they'd always amazed him, and whether she could throat a cock like her Mom could.






Meantime, he would also have the authority to lean on that little Mexican hottie who did the paperwork relating to inventory and shipping. She was young and had a baby, he'd discovered, a single Mom. She had a good job and wouldn't want to lose it. He could make her his bitch and get her to make her record keeping a little more creative, allowing him to do some sales of his own.

If he didn't get it, he'd simply blackmail Kate with the pictures and video of her beloved parents, take a decent pay-off and quit the wine business. Whatever happened he just couldn't lose, he'd never been onto a surer thing!

Things were looking up for Doug Ramone, at least to his way of thinking, and he couldn't suppress a grin as he ordered another beer in the little bar. His grin caught the attention of a woman opposite who saw something that she liked in it, though she wasn't sober enough to make a proper judgement. She smiled back, flexing her shoulders to accentuate the curves beneath her low cut top.

Doug saw her response and asked the barman what she was drinking, added her drink to his order, paid for it and went to join her. She was about his age and wasn't bad looking with pretty blue eyes, short dark hair and a great set of tits. The wedding ring on her finger didn't deter him, and the fact that she was in that sort of bar on her own told him it shouldn't. She was looking. She'd found.

"Hi, I'm Doug," he introduced himself, "Got you a drink."

"Thanks Doug," she smiled, "You sitting down or just passing?" She took the drink from him and sipped at it. It was what she'd been drinking before but way stronger. Whatever! She only had her husband to go home to and he wouldn't care if she turned up a little tipsy. Again. If he did he would stop her going out with her friends all the time, though they'd all gone home to their men already. She would have too, normally, but she just hadn't wanted to, not yet.

Doug sat down next to her, "And what's your name, Sexy?" he asked, glancing down to check the rest of her out. Beneath the table her skirt was short, her legs long and her heels sky high. She wasn't slim, but not exactly obese either, just at the starting-to-let-go stage in a marriage that wasn't unhappy, just boring. He wondered what her husband was like, then realised he didn't give a shit and grinned again.

She smiled like he'd just written her a million dollar cheque, "I'm Tina," she told him, liking his hard looks and his super-confident manner. She thought that this man would really know how to fuck a woman, and knowing that she very much wanted to be that woman. Her nipples started to stiffen and her pussy tingled at the thought.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Tina," he said, then leaned in to her and kissed her on the lips. She didn't pull away, so he slipped her some tongue and she started kissing him back, the tingling between her legs becoming an urgent pulse as surely her panties became damp.

When he pulled back there was a rose blush at her throat and she was breathless, "Shall we take our drinks outside?" he asked, "It's a lovely night."

"Do you think I'm easy?" she asked, already rising to her feet and not noticing his hand on her arm that steadied her.

"No, of course not," he answered, pulling her closer as they left the table and headed outside, and whispering hotly into her ear, "You've just found what you wanted!"

He led her to a picnic table at the far end of the deserted garden that was almost lost to the eye in the shadow of trees until you were right on top of it. He sat on the tabletop with his boots on the bench seat and she copied him. His hand went immediately to her thigh, warm and smooth, and his fingers swirled gently against her skin.

"And what is it that I wanted?" she asked him huskily, adding with a grin, "Mr. Know-It-All?" but without any malice.

"A damned good fucking," he answered, tossing his empty glass onto the grass and raising his free hand to her tits, then kissed her again. Again she kissed him back, her bag slipping from her shoulder onto the table, her glass clutched in her hand.

When he pulled away, once more breathless, she asked him, "And you're going to fuck me right here are you?" Her heart was pounding and her panties were sodden, her nipples like bullets beneath her bra. She didn't even notice that her blouse was open where he'd undone the buttons. She drained her glass.

"Yep, just as soon as you take your panties off and unhook that bra," he grinned.

"Show me what I'm getting first," she grinned back, ignoring a little voice in her head that was telling her to get the fuck out of there and go home. This was the excitement that she wanted, the thrill that her husband couldn't give her.

"Sure," he smiled. He dropped his pants and let his rapidly flooding cock move into her view.

"Fuck, that's one hell of a cock!" she whispered.

"All yours, Sexy, just get your kit off!" he said. She unclipped the catch of her bra, to his delight at the front between her heavy globes, but left the cups in place, then she shuffled around until her panties were dangling from one ankle.

"All yours, Stud!" she purred, tossing her own glass onto the grass.

He reached out and tugged her bra open. Her large soft breasts, nipples straining in full flood, spilled out into his hands. As he caressed them roughly her eyes flickered closed and her hand reached out to encircle his thick shaft and take up a steady, gentle stroking motion, excited by the thick, velvety feel of it, the strangeness of a cock other than her husband's for the first time in twenty years.



He spun her around on her ass so that she was facing the end of the table and moved between her thighs, leaning forward to kiss her hot and hard, his hand in her hair. She kissed him back greedily until he broke off and licked her neck, whispering, "You want a real fuck don't you, Bitch?"

"Oh god, yeah, fuck me good, Baby, fuck me good," she answered.

He leaned back and placed his hands on her shoulders and shoved her back onto the table. She gasped as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, grabbed her thighs and shoved the full length of himself deeply into her pussy. Then he grabbed her tits again, squeezing the nipples hard.

"Like it rough do you, Bitch?" he asked, pinching her nipples again as he ground himself against her.

"Oh god," she whimpered again, "Fuck me!"

He gripped her hips and fucked her, hard and deep, enough to lift her ass off the table at every thrust. Picking up speed, the sound of their bodies slapping together rhythmically soon accompanied them. There was no finesse, nor even a pretence of any. He fucked her hard and she writhed in pleasure, pleasure that consumed her enough that she didn't care where she was, who might be watching or that she had a husband to go home to. She gripped the table top with both hands and held on as he nailed her, his fingers occasionally pinching a nipple, his thumb sometimes mashing against her swollen clit making her back arch as if he'd electrocuted her.

The tapping of her wedding ring against the wood finally made sense to her, just before her climax ripped through her like a buzz saw and she cried out with it as he continued to thrust into her savagely, seemingly getting harder and faster. Then he stopped suddenly, his cock jammed into her to the hilt and she felt him flooding her with his own release as he grunted loudly.

"Now," he panted, "That's a fuck, Baby!"

"Oh god, oh god," she whimpered.

"Take that home to your old man!" he told her, pulling himself from her and wiping himself on her skirt before tugging up his pants, "I might catch you next time you're here, thanks for the fuck," he grinned, and then simply walked away, leaving her with her legs spread, her heaving breasts exposed and his cum starting to trickle from her ravished sex.

"Oh god," she whimpered again, sitting up and pulling her bra and blouse around herself and trying to get her foot back into her panties, "What have I done?" She felt the hot sting of tears in her eyes but couldn't blame him for them. He'd only given her what she'd wanted, or what she'd thought she'd wanted. She was sobering up so fast she could almost feel it happening. Now she had some fast thinking to do.

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Hello Sarah baby!

It's been a while since I'd heard from you, and Wayne and I had just taken a few more naughty photos so I thought I'd send some over to my favourite lady lover! Quite excited about the next few nights, Wayne and I are planning on trying anal! It will be another step on my sexy adventure feeling his big yummy cock in my bum! I'll give you ALL the details when it happens!! Love to see a few more of you honey!!! Love you loads darling

Jinny xxxx

Wow Jinny darling.


What an absolutely voluptuous body you have - Wayne must be overwhelmed! And exhausted! Enjoy the anal - and tell me all about it!! Gosh, life is full of new experiences for you darling!! I've never done anal myself - except for Heather's fingers and tongue of course. When is Anna due home? Have fun! With love and kisses.

Sarah xxx

(Over a month past and I was thinking that Jinny had discarded me in favor of real sex! Then, one morning, a familiar name popped up in my in-box.)



Sarah darling!

So sorry I haven't emailed in a while! Been caught up with family things and work and all sorts! Yes honey, sex is brilliant! And let me tell you, Anna did come home a few days ago and is now well and truly settled into the new lifestyle! Yes, she jumped on board eventually, took a little convincing and some long conversations, but it happened! I have been telling Anna all about you and she's had a flick through of some of your pictures and loves you! She says she would really love to chat with you sometime!! Lots of love

Jinny

Hi Jinny

Well, Anna HAS sent me a message - she tells me that she loves my pics to masturbate over! I would LOVE to watch her - do you watch her? Or are you too busy fucking with Wayne still? Lots of love and kisses and feels

Sarah xxx

Hiya Sarah,

Ahhh Anna did say that she would! Oh yes she does! There have been many nights she's asked for a print out of you before bed, or indeed I come home to a zoomed-in image of you on the telly and her furiously rubbing away! Oh yes, we do have a family "wank" as Wayne says, together. In the first days of Anna joining in she and I used to spend a lot of time masturbating together. We still do have some girly time together. Oh Wayne and I still fuck a LOT but I have to share him with Anna now!! I haven't had an online chat with you in so long honey! Lots of love and naughty kisses.

Jinny

Wow Jinny!

Keeping it in the family are you?? And why not? I know you always fancied Anna, but thought she might be a bit offended - or embarrassed. Well, barriers have certainly been removed on your family - I seem to think that you spend all your free time masturbating with Anna or fucking with Wayne. I only wish I could join you - I'd love to have sex with Anna - feel her wet fleshy vulva - tell me about her - have you a photo I wonder? Kiss her pussy for me next time - and tell her it's from me!!

Sexy Sarah xxxx

Yes I am! Well an old boot like me isn't going to get anything else so might as well take what I can get at home! No I joke. I love my kids and they love me. Wayne especially loves my pussy, titties and bum he never hesitates to remind me! So as long as my kiddies need a vent for their hormones, slut-mummy is happy to oblige!! Oh Anna! She's so energetic!!! We thought Wayne had some beans but when Anna gets between my legs its like she's been starved for weeks! I told her to send you a photo, did she??

Slutty Jinny

Yes Jinny Anna sent me a couple of photos taken by Wayne! Mmmm - no wonder you enjoy suckling those nipples! And getting your face between those firm, round buttocks! You never told me though, just how Anna got involved - your first time together - must have been very emotional! Sarah xx

(Then, the next morning I logged in to find a message from Anna. Attached were photos of her beautiful body.)


Hey Sarah.

Mum said that you would like a picture of me? And it's only fair, given the fact I have some of you! This is the first time I've had anyone take nudes of me so, sorry if they're a little rubbish. Wayne took them and he's very good at all that photo stuff. Well here they are, would love to see some more of you? Please? My sex life is more or less limited to home really. I had a boyfriend and broke up with him a little while ago. But mum and Wayne more than make up for it, so I'm happy. So thanks!

Anna xx

Wow Anna

Thank you darling! Certainly not rubbish - lovely nipples to suck and kiss - and what mystery is hidden beneath those panties? I'd love to search inside to discover the secret within. And fondle those luscious buttocks, perhaps slip an exploratory finger into the crack I can see there. I could play for hours with you!! And have an orgasm into the bargain - or two. How about you? More of me? Ok how about these? Care to masturbate me? I'd love the feel of your fingers there instead of mine! Lets have lots and lots of sex together!!

Sarah ps when you're ready we'll chat and fondle!!

Aww thanks Sarah! I really love your pics! I have this thing for older women and their sexy nature and you are definitely so SEXY! Would you believe that mum was the first woman I'd ever been with? So this is all very new to me! That all sounds so lovely and sexy and hot!

Anna

You're welcome Anna.

Now that you've found sex with another woman, you should have more - have you sexy lady friends you fancy having sex with? It's so much more satisfying than sex with a man. Well .... different, but I do get much more intense orgasms with a woman - I always have to finish myself off when I have sex with my hubby! Never when I have sex with Heather! She's great - and noisy! She is the vicar's wife of course! So lots of praise. Happy masturbation darling!

Sarah xxx

Gosh Sarah.

I have started noticing many more sexy ladies now!! I never noticed that our next door neighbour is VERY nice. I went swimming the other day and this lady in her mid 40's came in. I couldn't keep my eyes off her!! Found myself getting well wet!!! The wonders of being bi, eh? Ahh I LOVE noisy sex!! When mum and Wayne are at it, really noisily, I can't help but have a rub, it's so hot!! But, I thought Wayne was kidding when he told me!! The vicars wife?!?!?! Wowee!!! You too honey.

Anna. That's great Anna

If you find one you think might be bi, give them the look - hold the look between the two of you, whilst thinking 'I would like to feel your pussy' - if they respond, smile and touch their arm. So much can be said between people with just a look and a touch - it's all in the eyes. If you can, give them a light kiss, but hold it a tad longer than is usual.

I might end up feeling you myself, kissing your wet pussy, before finger fucking you! That would be so wonderful! Just follow my earlier advice. I'm sure you must know some married ladies eager for a mutual session - neighbours? I think your mum said you had a possible neighbour for sex?

Sarah xxx

(A week or two passed without contact, so I e-mailed Anna again.)

HI Anna How's the sex life these days? Have you found a regular lady lover yet - other than mum I mean?? Sarah

Hey Sarah!

Would you believe, I've found TWO! The first is a best friend from uni. We started when we were at a party that ended up with us having a slightly tipsy (ok I was more than tipsy) threesome with a super hot guy (his dick was AMAZING!!!). Half way through the guy, I think his name was Darren, told us to kiss. I didn't think much of it so we did and then got really into it (It's normally quite gentle kissing with mum). I felt up her boobs and she mine. Then we sucked Darren's dick for a bit together, kissing in between. Then he came on our faces and just left (men!).

Collen, my friend, and I were left there, faces covered in cum and more than a little worked up. Then I realised how unbelievably hot she was and remembered all the stuff you said. I gently leaned forward and licked some cum of her lips. Then we kissed and fondled before I slowly slipped a hand to her bush (I've decided I love a little hair down there) and started to play with her pussy. Well from there she went MAD! She literally jumped around and sat right on my face, riding my tongue like crazy! We 69ed for ages until we both came on each others faces (she squirts!!!). After we licked each other clean I took her back to mine where we just curled up and slept together. It was awesome! From then on we've been licking and fingering Practically every day! Mum bought me a strap-on quite recently and it's so fun fucking her and Colleen!!

Phew!! Im so wet I've gotta go and take care of myself! Ill tell you about my second lady lover after I've found mum, fucked her with the strap-on and sat on her face till I cum! (Colleen is on holiday for a bit.)

Anna

Wow Anna

That's a truly amazing story. Cocks are pretty interesting in their way and can do some amazing tricks - but there's nothing to beat a beautiful pussy - and what orgasms other women can give us darling. So much better than Darren, I'll bet! I'm so very glad you've found a regular lover. There under your nose all the time!! What did I tell you?? Do tell me about the other when you've fucked your mum. The you can come and fuck me as well!!

Sarah xxxxxxxxx

You said it Sarah!!

I mean fucking mum and Colleen is so different from fucking Darren and Wayne. Mum is so much softer and Colleen is just so silky and yummy!! Plus, they have boobs to play with and mum's are just so huge and suckable! That's where I'm going right now!

(The next day I got a message from Anna.)

Hey Sarah,

I forgot to fill you in on my other female conquest.

Her name is Carol, and she's a regular to the swimming pool I was telling you about. Actually I've fancied her for some time now, she's got a really great figure and she's one of those mature foxy ladies I'm really into (just like you!).
 

Anyway, she's not shy at all and is always wandering around the changing area naked. The minute she comes in she's butt naked till she leaves. I've been catching looks at her for ages but now, I decided to take your advice and try and get further.

It was relatively late one week day, so it was her, me and another older woman who was just leaving. Carol, (I found her name from a label on her bag) went off to shower in one of the cubicles. I was ridiculously horny for some reason that day and as soon as she went in I rushed over to her open bag and had a little rummage around and found her knickers. Now I will confess, I am a knicker whore. Give me a good pair of smelly knickers, smeared with pussy juice and I'll go mental! Mum and I often swap used knickers and it gets me off so well!! So I couldn't resist had a whiff and she smells unbelievable!! So HOT! Then she came out and I made a hasty retreat back to my stuff.

Another time I saw her going alone into the sauna and thought it a perfect opportunity and went in after her. I sat down and she smiled at me and I smiled back. She had gone in wearing a really tiny bikini and I thought to try and push the boat a bit. I said to her that I heard it helps your skin to breathe better without a bikinI and whether she minded if I took mine off. She agreed and even took hers off! We got chatting, while being naked, and turns out she lives really close! Her boobs are also amazing! Best pair of nipples I have ever seen!

Well we had a good chat and as we were leaving we had a naked hug and I was SOAKED. She definitely noticed my nipples were hard and look pointedly at them and giggled joking she said she didn't realise it was that cold. And I told her I wasn't cold while giggling to her. (I did that thing you said about holding her gaze). She laughed and I leaned forwards and, literally suddenly, we were kissing. She was so hot, her hands were everywhere and I was all over her. She fingered me a little and I sucked her tits a bit then it was over.

When we were leaving she gave me her number and said to call to meet up again. The first time we met, I took mum and we talked. They got to know each other. Mum said that she approved and that she's one hot chick, and then the next time we met, we fucked and have fucked and fucked and fucked ever since! I love being her slave! Love

Anna xxxxxxxxx

Yes Anna

That's how it happens - almost by chance. But chance needs a bit of a nudge and an approachable lady. Carol sounds delicious - you can send her to me! Your sex life has really taken off like a rocket! How amazing - and marvellous for you. Now you have THREE lady friends including mum. That's better than me! Apart from Heather, there's no other at the moment, though I do fancy our solicitor's wife - a gorgeous red-head with drop-dead boobs! I'd love to get my palm clutching her pussy - my imagination runs riot! I think I shall invite her for coffee later in the week!

But you young ones have more appetite than we older ones!! Lots of hugs and feels of those delightful boobs of yours - and that bum!!!

Sarah xxxxxxxxxx

OMG Sarah

I'm feeling so horny. Telling you about Carol has turned me on! And mum isn't around right now! But Sarah ... I'd just love to fuck you right now! We've talked about it so much. Can you come on msn?? I mean NOW!

Anna xxxx

(I went into IM straight away.)

'Hi Anna. I came!'

'Hey babe. That was quick.'

'You ok Anna? Still feeling horny as usual?'

'OMG! You know I am. Steaming. How about yourself?.'

'Always horny when I see your name come up. What are you wearing?'

'Cotton panties and t-shirt. You?'

'Skirt and blouse. So you're fairly accessible then? For prying fingers?'

'My legs are already open for you.'

'Gosh you didn't waste any time!'

'God! I'm so turned on Sarah! I have already slid my panties off.'

'I think I'd like to kiss you first. Taste your lips and stroke your breasts, feel the nipples harden. No point in rushing things.'

'T-shirt is off now ... I am fully naked for you.'

'As we open out mouths for each other, press you against the bed, kissing you hard.'

'My mouth moves to yours, kissing deeply and slowly sliding my tongue between your lips.'

'Fingers rolling your chunky nipples between thumb and finger. Oh they feel so good.'

'Mmmm feel them getting harder.'

'Other hand smoothing over your belly into your pubic hair.'

'Mmmm my body shivering at your touch. OMG Sarah, I'm nearly there!'

'Slowly exploring your body, finger tips trailing into your inner thigh. Mmm nice and warm and silky. Kissing your ears.'

'My pussy is already slick as my juices leak between my swollen lips.'

'FUCK! I'm cumming Sarah. AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRFGGGGH!'

(A few seconds pause.)

'Oooo Sarah. I couldn't stop that. I was so wound up. Fuck-ready! All it needed was your touch on the clit — and WHAM! Phew!'

'That's good Anna. It'll settle you. Now we can make love properly. Just lie back. I'm kissing your eyelids ... nuzzling your neck ... smelling your hair. Mmmmmmmmm. Fingers now caressing your inner thighs. Feeling the warm silky skin. Inching up your thighs. Reaching for the wet labia.'

'Legs spread as wide as I can open them.'

'Playing with your pussy lips. They are so thick and pliable. Mmmm. Lovely. It's always an awesome experience to have your palm hold a strange vulva. I always have a wonderful feeling of discovery. A new experience. And yours is so warm and squishy. Rolling the clit over the finger pads, thumb and fingers pushing your labia apart, exposing the secret of your vulva.'

'Mmmmm yes. That's nice. Don't stop!'

'I can feel that wonderful cluster of fleshy petals round your vagina. My fingers are searching for the secret opening, the wet, warm fleshy passage, mysterious and perfumed with your private scent.'

'Oh yes ... you feel how wet you make me.'

'Mmmmm delicious. My fingers are curious to feel your pussy juices. Their warm texture. I love it. A new wet pussy! Awesome!'

'Grabbing your hand to push your fingers in.'

'Yes! They are anxious to explore your inner secret. So wet and inviting.'

'Please fuck me Sarah. I need you to fuck my wet pussy so good.'

'Gosh - you're pushing them inside. Three of them, deep and hard. Now all four. I'm straddling you now. My groin is pressing against your thigh.'

'Mmmmmm yes give me more ... fist my dripping cunt and grind yours against my leg.'

'Fully penetrated, deeper and deeper, other hand feeling for your bum between the cheeks. I need to explore that rosebud, already wet with the pussy juices dribbling over it.'

'Raising my legs up against your pussy. Oh yes - you want my asshole don't you? You want my pussy and bum so bad don't you?'

'Mmmmm I do! My index finger already entering paradise - your lovely bum, deep and swirling. Finger fucking both passages now, kissing your nipples, rubbing my breasts against yours. Nipple to nipple.'

'OMG ... mmmmm yes. Tell me that you want to own my ass and cunt as you finger them both.'

'I need you darling, I want all of you. I want to crawl inside you. Take possession of you.'

'Oh yes - I want to be your lover.'

'And take your vulva in my mouth.'

'Take it Sarah! Use and abuse however you want. Make me your whore please. I'll do whatever you want of me. I'll finger and fist your pussy and bum. I'll lick your holes and slide my tongue so deep into both your pussy and bum. I want to be your whore.'

'Mmmm like your mum! She's my whore as well. I like both holes being occupied by urgent exciting fingers and tongues. You are my young slut.'

'Mmmmmmm ... yes please.'

'So I shall straddle you and sit on your face, rubbing my dripping, tingling pussy on your face and mouth.'

'I'll do whatever you want me to.'

'Eat me, slut. Lick me, slut. Get your tongue in my bum.'

'Tongue sliding all over your wet and swollen pussy lips hands gripping your ass and pulling your forward.'

'Pull your legs up and stretched wide Anna. Your vulva and bum are facing the ceiling now. Feel my tongue sliding over your tight rosebud. I can eat both chew and penetrate, rough and fast with all fingers.'

'Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me like a whore. Give me your fingers and mouth.'

'Fisting you deep and fast, my mouth is chewing your clit. It's swollen and big.'

'Oh fuck yes! Don't stop. Force your fist into my pussy.'

'Your thighs are trembling and lurching.'

'And your other into my bum.'

'Two fingers fucking your arse. Soft, beautiful arse!'

'Give me more Sarah.'

'Mmmm fucking fucking fucking ... belly shaking ... my juices dribbling into your mouth.'

'Mmmmm yes ... fuck me hard.'

'Deep and hard, Anna.'

'Sucking on your pussy.'

'Twisting inside your gorgeous vagina. Biting your fleshy lips and clit. Wanting to eat you all, chewing your flesh. You taste wonderful!'

'Oh yessssss. I'm nearly there.'

'Your gorgeous sluttish labia, fisting deep.'

'So wet for you, Sarah.'

'Both passages.'

'Hands and mouth.'

'You're moaning loud Anna.'

'Go deeper.'

'Screaming FUCK ME! FUCK ME!.'

'OMG Sarah! Push harder. FUCK ME!'

'Biting your swollen clit hard. Faster and rougher. Mmm ready to explode.'

'Cuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg.'

'Your juices taste wonderful Anna. Cum on me, SQUIRT on me.'

'Yessssssssssssssssssssss I am .'

'Fill my mouth with your cum.'

'Covering you with my cum all over your mouth and face.'

'All over my face and breasts. Mmmmm ... you have a violent orgasm, jerking and thrashing jolting.'

'Ohhhh yessss! Fuck ... that felt good. Oh no! And again ... again ... again. YEEEEEEES. Cumming over you now.'
 

Friday, September 2, 2011

she is sexy or beauty



The way things used to be, buying lingerie for your lady meant a ghastly trip to the department store where derisive stares made you feel like a deviant in the grips of a perverse panty fetish. This humiliation was the impetus for a guy-friendly place where getting your lady something sexy was met with encouragement, not a raised eyebrow. This is the place we call Victoria’s Secret.

Although intimately associated with its sexy lingerie, today the retailer actually sells a wide range of women’s wear and beauty supplies. It has 1,003 stores in operation, and each year it puts 400 million copies of its famed catalog through the mail. In 2006, sales reached the $5-billion mark, and its parent company, Limited Brands, hopes to double that figure by 2010 (we’re rooting for them; when Victoria’s Secret wins, we all win).



1- Its founder jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge

Tired of the humiliation involved in trying to buy lingerie, Roy Raymund created Victoria’s Secret in 1977 by putting the first store at the Stanford Shopping Center in Palo Alto, California. After opening a few other stores and launching the mail-order catalog, Raymond sold the company to Limited Brands in 1982 for a sizable paycheck.

By 1993, Limited made Victoria’s Secret a nationally recognized brand, while Raymond’s most recent business venture had ended in bankruptcy. He was last seen alive walking toward the Golden Gate Bridge, and shortly thereafter his body washed up on the shores of Marin County. Investigators concluded he’d committed suicide by leaping off the bridge.



2- It is named after a notorious prude

So who is Victoria? Since the first stores were designed to resemble Victorian boudoirs, the company’s namesake is England’s long-reigning 19th-century monarch, Queen Victoria. She and husband Prince Albert played “hide the scepter” enough times to produce nine children before his unexpected death in 1861 threw her into a state of profound mourning that lasted until her own death 40 years later.

Despite this climate, fashions of the day included the corset, a sexually charged garment that embellished a woman’s curves above and below the waist. So what, then, was the Queen’s secret? Was she a royal horndog? Did she love a carriage quickie? Was the prim former princess a party-girl, always shouting for Prince Albert to get out of the can and into her Very Sexy chiffon bloomers? We’ll never know. I suppose that’s why it’s a secret.







3- It regularly denies celebrity requests to model

Ed Razek, the company’s chief marketing officer, was quoted recently in a Forbes article stating that each month he has to turn down a number of requests from high-profile female celebrities desperate to be an honorary Angel.

The Angels are not a desperate bunch, however. In fact, they are products of an intense and extensive program designed to make each of them media-savvy celebrities. But that isn’t the only reason this commercial icon with a fresh star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame does not take requests. Another reason is Modeling 101: While the seraphic beauties in Angel garb typically stand around 5’ 9” or so, most Hollywood celebs fall more than a couple inches short, even if standing in a pair of Miss Sixty Side Button boots.



4- Its Angels are chosen based on their appeal to women, not men

Women make up the majority of the company’s executives -- they represent two-thirds of those tuning in to their fashion shows, and they account for a whopping 98% of the company’s customer base. This is their audience, plain and simple. It’s no coincidence that two of the most high-profile Angels in its short history are women other women don’t, as a rule, dislike: Tyra Banks and Heidi Klum. Both are charming and down-to-earth models who aren’t bitchy about their beauty (perhaps this is why Naomi Campbell has never, in any sense of the term, been an Angel).


We men aren’t entirely disregarded, but according to Ed Razek, Victoria’s Secret doesn’t “do salacious shots that women would not like.” It should be easy to tell if this paradigm ever changes: Future fashion shows will be on pay-per-view and many of us will recognize a few of the models from online porn.



5- It provokes numerous FCC complaints every year

Now in its seventh year, the televised Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show enjoys a devoted fan base, but its most dutiful viewers can probably be found among a loose confederacy of conservative tight-asses. Operating under such vague catch-all names as the American Family Association, these groups annually flood the FCC with complaints about how the show is indecent or obscene.

In determining what is obscene, the FCC juggles three statutes: Title 18 of the U.S . Code (Section 1464, concerning what goes over the air-waves), obscenity as defined by the U.S. Supreme Court (written to cover hardcore pornography) and basic First Amendment rights. As a result, it places more restrictive standards on TV shows that run between 6 p.m. and 10 p.m. 

This year’s fashion show was broadcast at 10 p.m. on both coasts, but at 9 p.m. in the central and mountain time zones. The Parents Television Council (PTC) reacted strongly, saying that families in these times zones “had to scramble to find their remote to keep their children from accidentally stumbling across this televised peep show.” (The PTC’s credibility regarding this frantic scenario is suspect; once, they freaked out about some “briefly depicted buttocks” on the cartoon King of the Hill.)



















As a group, women do a really good job of hiding our less attractive qualities. We cover up our imperfections with makeup, we squeeze our “winter weight” into some Spanx, and we make our friends take our phones away so the guy we’re crushing on doesn’t know how crazy we really are.
And that is only scratching the surface.
Because men look at us like pretty, little, delicate flowers, there are so many things about women that most guys just do not know. Things that most women would be horrified to share and most men would be even more disgusted to know. But you know what? I don’t care. Women are people, too, and if guys can walk around scratching their balls, then we should be able to lay it all out there, too.



So in an effort to bridge the gap between the boys and the girls, I thought I’d let some dudes in on a few secrets we ladies have been keeping for.e.verrrr.
1. We fart. And sometimes, it’s loud. And if we’re trying to eat really healthy, it’s smelly.
2. We poop. We may even bring magazines or a laptop in there to pass the time. And if we’re really comfortable with someone, we’ll catch up on the phone. But always with a warning. We may be good at multitasking, but we aren’t inconsiderate a-holes.
3. We talk about farts and poop. And we laugh, because farts and poop are funny.
4. We don’t shower every day. We may argue that it’s bad for our skin or our hair looks better greasy, but sometimes we just don’t feel like showering. So we put on some deodorant and a few extra sprays of perfume and call it a day.
5. We like porn, too. Some of us like it more than others, and we probably don’t spend as much time watching it as dudes, but even ladies like watching a little nookie sometimes. Especially nookie involving a hot guy with chiseled abs, a tight butt and a rock hard glistening chest….
Oh, sorry. Got a little sidetracked there for a moment.
6. We can probably eat more than guys. Some ladies may stick to salads or half-portions of pasta when the guys are around, but bring us a cheese pizza and we can down that thing like it’s nobody’s business. And then we’ll follow it up with something chocolatey. Or fried. And not even break a sweat.
There you have it. All our secrets, right there on the table.
I feel so….free.


Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Are you indifendence this


With all the attention focused on selecting the right prom dress, finding the right bra to accompany that dress frequently takes a back seat. Prom dresses often require specialized bras for the right look, and your regular department store bra will likely not make the cut. If you’re not sure what type of bra you should be wearing on prom night, look for your dress style below to find the perfect 



accompanying bra. Then, check out our tips for determining your bra size (you may just be surprised by your true size).

 


Strapless or Bandeau: A strapless prom dress generally requires a strapless bra to accompany it. Look for a bra that includes boning in the band and the sides of the cups. The boning will support your breasts without the help of shoulder straps. You may also want to look for a bra with adhesive strips to help keep the cups in place. 


Plunging Neckline: Plunging necklines are very sexy, but they can make wearing a bra difficult. For the right look in your dress, find a demi-cup bra with an underwire and extra padding to enhance your cleavage. Be sure to bring your prom dress in with you when you are trying the bra on. You do not want any bra cups peeking out from under your dress on the big night

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Backless: If you are wearing a backless prom dress, you will need to look for a strapless, bandless bra. Because the bra has no straps or band to support your breasts, be sure that it contains adhesive tabs on the cup linings to secure it. A bandless bra will offer you support without ruining the image of your naked back.  





Silhouette Hugging: If your dress hugs curves in all the right places, you might want to wear a full-torso bra. Look for a bra in a thick, tight microfiber that extends all the way from your breasts to your hipbones. The bra will smooth out your curves and keep you looking sexy and slender in your dress. 



As a teenager, your body is constantly changing, so it is important to re-measure your cup size before you buy a new bra. These simple steps will help you find the perfect fit:

 




  • Determine your band size by measuring around your rib cage, directly beneath your bust. Add five inches to this measurement to calculate your bust size. For example, if you measured 29 inches, your correct band size is 34 inches.







    1. Determine your cup size by measuring your bust at its fullest point (directly over your breasts). Once you have this number, subtract your band size number from it. The difference between the two measurements will help you determine your cup size:
      1. Less than 1 inch difference equals AA cup
      2. 1 inch difference equals A cup
      3. 2 inch difference equals B cup
      4. 3 inch difference equals C cup
      5. 4 inch difference equals D cup
      6. 5 inch difference equals DD cup
    Your correct bra size is a combination of your band size and your cup size. A perfect fit in your bra will give you the best look in your prom dress.