And the Winner Is . . .
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Posted:Oct 19, 2009 5:38 am
Last Updated:Nov 22, 2009 9:48 pm
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There is an Italian, a Frenchman, and an American sitting in a bar talking. The Italian brags that last night he made love to his wife three times and this morning his wife made him breakfast in bed and told him how amazing he was the night before.
The Frenchman says, "That’s nothing. I made love to my wife five times last night and then this morning, to show her appreciation, she made me breakfast in bed and told me how much she loved me and gave me head while I ate my breakfast."
Then the Italian and the Frenchman turn to the American and ask him how many times he made love to his wife the night before. He says, "Only once."
The two men started laughing and the Frenchman asks the American what his wife said to him this morning. The American smoothly replies, "Don’t stop."
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Unbridled Passion
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Posted:Oct 16, 2009 3:57 am
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2009 8:45 am
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We enter the room we’ve rented in the center of the city, and before any words are exchanged you pull me close to you so we can feel each other’s heartbeat. We clutch each other tightly and stare into one another’s eyes before our lips meet and we exchange sweet, gingerly kisses. As our passion grows, your hands begin to explore my body, and mine yours. Your lips slowly move from mine to gently kiss and lick my neck, then find my earlobe and begin to nibble.
As you kiss, lick, and nibble your way to my other ear, your hands caress my chest beneath my shirt. Your mouth leaves my ear as you hungrily pull my shirt over my head to reveal my bare chest. You take a moment to gaze at me, your hunger for me increasing with every second. Your lips return to my neck as your hands continue to search and discover my body. Then they travel down my chest to search out my left nipple, nibbling it as your tongue circles and flicks the stiffening nubbin. Your fingers gently arouse my other nipple as your tongue leaves a trail of wet kisses down my chest.
Your hands slowly move down my belly, reaching the top of my pants, and one of them drifts across my crotch, feeling my cock beginning to grow. You continue to kiss and lick along my waist to my navel, and you slowly sink to your knees as your tongue flicks and licks at my belly. You unbuckle my belt and plant wet kisses just above my waistband.
My hands stop you as you begin to undo my pants, gently pulling you back up. I then remove your blouse, revealing your perky nipples through your silky red bra, anxiously awaiting my touch. I cup your breasts in my hands, gently pinching each nipple before lowering my mouth to taste them tenderly through your bra. When I raise my head we kiss hard and hungrily, our tongues dancing and encircling each other. My hands massage your breasts firmly as you again begin to undo my pants. You then return to your knees to gently tug my pants and boxers completely off.
Again you stop to gaze at the sight before your eyes. Your hands massage my inner thighs, reaching around to squeeze my ass, and your lips hungrily plant wet kisses on my abdomen, feeling the sparse hair tickle your lips as you move closer to my shaft. Slowly you begin to stroke my tool and play with my balls as your tongue lightly licks the head of my cock, circling it slowly. You run your tongue down the length of my shaft until you reach my balls, tasting them ever so softly. You then resume swirling your tongue around my shaft on the way back up to my cockhead.
You slowly take me between your lips, your tongue still flicking at the hard flesh that is engulfed by your hot mouth. Very slowly, inch by inch, you take me deeper, and when you stop I begin to slide myself in and out. You hold still and let me fuck your mouth, and then without warning, you move forward and swallow the full length of me. You suck me steadily then, taking me as deep as you can. Your pace begins to increase, your mouth gliding rapidly up and down my pole, your tongue flicking continually at my shaft. You gently massage my balls with your hand as you take that hard cock deep inside your throat.
You can feel my cock grow even harder and bigger, until finally it begins to pulse in your mouth. My entire body convulses as I explode, shooting my hot, thick, creamy juices deep into your throat. You eagerly gulp down those juices, not wanting to miss a drop, your tongue lapping the entire length of my shaft.
When I’m finished you still keep me in your mouth, licking and sucking on my cock and playing with my balls until my manhood rises to the occasion one more time. Then you rise and stand before me in your silky red bra and black wrap skirt. I hook my finger in your skirt and loosen it easily. It falls to the floor, revealing your red thong panties. I smile with delight as my hands caress your thighs, slowly sliding your panties down your legs. I stop to gaze at your pussy, my eyes twinkling at the sight of your clean-shaven crotch and the little tattoo beside it. My hands slowly work their way along your inner thighs, sending pulsating surges of energy through your entire body. The fingers of one hand gently rub your clit while the others slide up to spread your pussy lips, allowing one finger, then two, to slip into your waiting muffin.
I may have intended to explore and play for a while, but you’ve dreamed of this moment for so long that you can’t wait any longer. You have to feel me inside you; just my touch is nearly making you come. You turn from me, bending over and grabbing the arms of a nearby chair, giving me a full view of your luscious pussy. As I walk toward you, you slide your hand between your legs and play with your clit for my viewing pleasure, occasionally sliding a finger or two inside yourself as I had before. I step up and pull your hand away, bringing it to my hard shaft, and you guide it into you. My hands grab your ass, pulling you closer as my cockhead slides between your lips into your hotness, pushing deeper into you. Your pussy is tight around my cock, and you contract your muscles momentarily, not allowing me to fully enter you. You continue to tease me that way, relaxing and tightening your muscles, taking me in only gradually, until neither of us can take it any more. My hands tighten on your ass and I thrust my hard cock as far as it will go inside your pussy.
You cry out with joy as my rampaging manhood plunges into the hot, sensual depths of your being. Then I thrust again and again, harder and faster each time, as your body shakes and shudders and finally convulses in climax. You feel my shaft throbbing as it plunges into you deeper than you thought possible, and your entire body is filled with electricity as I explode again, shooting my hot come deep inside you and sending your body spiraling to another orgasm.
You turn to face me then and my hands cup your face as our lips meet in a long, passionate kiss. We gaze soulfully into each other’s eyes before I take your hand and lead you to the bed. We lie in each other’s arms, exchanging kisses and smiles, both of us exhausted and completely sated. For now.
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Breasts and Willies
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Posted:Oct 12, 2009 6:26 am
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2009 6:12 am
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A family is sitting around the supper table. The asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?”
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, , there are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions."
"Onions?" says the boy.
"Yes, you see them and they make you cry," the father replies.
This infuriates the wife and , so the says, "Mum, how many kinds of willies are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles and looks at her and answers, "Well, dear, a man goes through three phases. In a man’s twenties, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?" says the .
"Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."
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You'll See
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Posted:Oct 8, 2009 3:52 am
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2009 9:59 am
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The apartment is quiet when you get home, so you decide to relax by taking a nice hot bath. You aren’t in there long before you hear me come through the front door. You thought about me all morning at work, and were eager to get home to me. While thinking about me, you suddenly realize that the apartment is quiet again. Wondering where I went, you peek around the shower curtain to see me staring at your naked body from the hallway and playing with myself through my pants.
You smile at me then and tell me to come closer and give you a kiss. You lean back in the water and close your eyes. In a minute you hear me whisper something, and when you open your eyes there I am, sitting on the side of the tub, completely naked, my swollen dick right in front of your eyes. “Wow, that’s not what I expected when I said to come give me a kiss,” you say.
I smile and lean over to kiss you on the mouth, but you can’t resist my engorged member any longer. You kiss my thigh and wrap your hands around that fat cock of mine. You stare into my eyes and you play with me. I put my hand in the water and touch your body with my fingertips. You take my cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue all around it. I moan with pleasure, then grab your head and push myself in and out of your mouth. You suck harder and faster with every moan I utter. You feel my dick swell a little more inside your mouth and you know I’m getting ready to come. You pull your mouth off me and whisper, “Oh no, baby. Not just yet.”
I’m breathing heavily now. “Why?” I pant. “I’m right there.”
“You’ll see,” you say. I help you up as you step out of the tub. I grab the towel and dry you off, touching your body all over. You kiss me and I push my body against yours, kissing your lips, then your neck, then your lips again. Your whole body jolts with electricity and you think you’ll melt away with each touch. Your body is absolutely weak with desire for me.
We somehow make it to the bed and you sit down on it. I pull your ass to the end of the bed, wrap my arms around your legs, and bend to kiss your crotch, my tongue pressing against your clit. The pleasure is so strong you arch and push yourself against me. I suck your clit and push my fingers inside your pussy, sending you over the edge. Your whole body shakes uncontrollably as you moan loudly, holding my head in your hands.
I push you up on the bed and am about to climb on top of you. But you stop me and push me onto my back. My eyes stare up into yours, filled with curiosity. “Wait, you’ll see,” you say again. You wrap your hand around the shaft of my cock and stroke it up and down. You suck me a while so I get good and wet. Then you wrap your supple breasts around my cock and titty-fuck me. My breathing gets heavier and I start to moan. I want to come this way, but you still won’t let me. Not yet. The pressure is building inside me and I look a little frustrated. You smile and say one more time, “You’ll see.” Then you climb on top of me and kiss me. You’re burning with desire to have my throbbing dick inside you.
Slowly you straddle me and guide my cock to your pussy, then slide down over me as I push myself upward. The more I push and the deeper I go the hotter you get until you hear yourself yelling out with pleasure. My eyes roll back, my upward thrusts get harder, and finally I can’t control myself any longer. I give a loud groan, my whole body convulses, and you come with me, crying out with joy as you feel my warm come fill your insides.
Finally my heavy breathing subsides. “I see now,” I say, smiling at you. “That was the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had!”
You just smile.
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Grandpa and Grandma
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Posted:Oct 6, 2009 9:55 am
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2009 8:35 am
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One day Grandpa says to Grandma, "Why don’t we go to the motel and get kinky like we used to when we were young?" Grandma agrees, so they drive to the motel and go into the room.
Grandpa takes off his glasses and says he’s going to get into the shower to freshen up. In the meantime, Grandma takes off her clothes and gets into bed. She decides to do some leg stretches to limber up (it’s been a while). Well, she throws her legs over her head and, in her enthusiasm, they get caught in the headboard.
Right then Grandpa walks out of the bathroom and sees her that way. "My God, woman!" he says. "You need to put your teeth in and comb your hair. You look like an asshole!"
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Slow Dance
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Posted:Oct 1, 2009 4:17 am
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2009 9:59 am
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Our eyes meet, then lock. Even though my eyes never move from yours, you know I’m taking you in, all of you. I put all of my focus on you until the intensity and duration of the stare makes you look away, back to your friend. You speak a few words to each other. The friend looks me up and down and then smiles and walks off toward the ladies’ room, leaving you alone and, in a sense, at my mercy. There’s no reason you can’t go as well, but you don’t. You stay. And I know you’re mine.
Like the predator approaching the lone gazelle cut off from the herd, I move to you, my pace swift and confident, my expression one of hunger and desire. You’re my dinner, and my mouth is almost salivating as I approach. My cock grows harder with each step, straining against my slacks. My breathing is heavy, yet even. Reaching you, I place my hands on your hips without permission, explanation, or apology, and guide you back a few paces until your back presses against the wall of the club. As our eyes break contact I lean in, my lips brushing the nape of your neck ever so slightly as I speak. “Tonight you’re mine.”
When you say nothing I take hold of your right wrist and bring it down to your side, turning it so that your palm is facing my body. A gentle tug, and there’s no mistaking what I’ve just placed your hand upon, regardless of the material separating our flesh. There’s a sharp intake of breath, and you probably think you’re going to pull away–but you don’t. Instead, you give my hardness a gentle squeeze through my pants. I know you can feel a strong pulse as my body responds to your touch by sending another surge of blood into my already stiff cock.
“Take off your panties,” I growl softly into your ear. Another soft gasp, and a hesitation. I wait and am then pleasantly surprised to feel you pulling my hand to the hemline of your tight black leather mini. Understanding, I reach in and up and, with a single, effortless yank, strip off your flimsy thong, then tuck it into the front pocket of my blazer. Strangely, it goes quite well with my silk tie.
“Follow me,” I tell you. It’s a command, and you know it. I turn and walk toward the back of the club where I slide into a dark and secluded booth. I know you’ll follow, and you do, slipping into the booth next to me. Our lips meet as my hand reaches under your skirt, finding your pussy soaking wet. I find your clit with my fingers and begin to rub it, gently massaging it from both sides with just the perfect amount of pressure.
You let out a slight squeal. I know you’re ready for more, and so am I. My breath is coming in low growls, and it’s getting faster. My big hands go to your hips, and with a slight lift and twist I turn you to the side so that you’re facing me on the seat. Your legs move farther apart, offering access to your needy snatch. My cock is more than hard now. I, too, shift my position, lining myself up with you as best I can in this unusual position. I lift you by the hips, bringing you against me as I slump toward you, pulling you forward and down with one long, fluid motion.
You’re so very wet, and I’m so very hard. Our movement is slight; it has to be or everyone will know. With each thrust I feel your vaginal muscles working, gripping my manhood. Contract and release, contract and release–you continue to milk my cock with your strong, tight grip, and I know you can feel me pulsating inside you in perfect rhythm with each thrust.
To the casual observer we appear to be a couple engaged in an intimate conversation as we fuck slowly, with small thrusts. It’s really good, really hot, but it isn’t enough. I want to fuck you hard, and you want it, too. Our restraint is erotic but maddening. I can feel my member pulsing steadily inside you as we try to maintain that illusion. But it’s impossible. Unable to take this torture–this wonderful, blissful torture–for another moment, I pull out of you, grab your hips yet again and pull you directly on top of me as I sit upright. Neither of us cares anymore about who’s watching. You ride me hard and fast, your clit grinding against my pelvis, both of us moaning and panting uninhibitedly.
We climax at the same time. I grunt like an animal and you cry out as our bodies convulse with massive orgasms, as though we’re having seizures. My pulsing cock pumps you full of hot, thick come, causing you to shake and shudder all the more.
It takes a few minutes for us to recover, as our breathing slowly returns to normal. Finally we open our eyes and smile, a bit bemusedly, into each other’s eyes. It’s then that we become aware that we’ve been noticed. The music has stopped. The room is silent, most of the people are staring at us, looking aghast–uncomfortable, perhaps, or jealous. Without a word you slide from my lap and stand up, come dripping from your still-quivering pussy as you pull your skirt back down, smoothing it out with your palms. Then you walk briskly away, all eyes on you.
Your friend is waiting near the door, and the two of you together walk out of the club. As you do your friend turns to you and says something. I can’t hear her words, but I can imagine them: “Who is that guy anyway?”
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Heavenly Pecking Order
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Posted:Sep 29, 2009 3:40 am
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2009 12:52 am
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President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad of Iran dies and finds himself before the Pearly Gates. He is very excited because all his life he has longed to meet the prophet Mohammed. Having arrived at the gates of Heaven, he meets a man with a beard. “Are you Mohammed?” he asks.
”No, my . I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up.” And he points to a ladder that rises into the clouds.
Delighted that Mohammed should be higher than Peter, he ascends the ladder in great strides and climbs through the clouds, coming to a room where he meets another bearded man. He asks again, “Are you Mohammed?”
”No, I am Moses. Mohammed is higher still.”
Exhausted, but with a heart full of joy, he continues to climb the ladder and, yet again, discovers an even larger room where he meets another man with a beard. Full of hope, he asks again, “Are you Mohammed?”
”No, I am Jesus. You will find Mohammed higher up.”
Mohammed higher than Jesus! Ahmadinejad can hardly contain his delight and climbs and climbs, ever higher. Once again, he reaches a larger room where he meets a man with a beard and repeats his question. “Are you Mohammed?” he gasps, as he is by now totally out of breath from all his climbing.
”No, my . I am God, but you look exhausted. Would you like a coffee?”
”Yes, please, my Lord.”
God looks behind him, claps his hands, and calls out: “Hey, Mohammed! Two coffees!”
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When We Meet
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Posted:Sep 23, 2009 4:03 am
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2009 1:18 am
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The day is finally here. After months of emails and shared fantasies, we’re finally going to meet. You’re anxious and nervous, not knowing if the feelings we have are possible without a keyboard between us.
The cold rain beats against the restaurant window, almost drowning out the sound of your racing heart. Looking at your reflection, you wonder again what on earth you’re doing here. What possessed you to agree to meet with a man you’d only talked to on the Internet? You reach into your purse to look at my picture again. Not really needing it, though, all you have to do is close your eyes and you see my strong jaw, full lips, and dark eyes.
As you look again at your reflection in the window, your heart leaps to your throat. I’m standing behind you, an amused smile on my face. You turn so quickly you nearly upset your wine but I catch the glass before it spills. You can feel your cheeks inflame as you blurt out, "Hi!"
I reach out, lift your chin, and touch your lips in a soft, sensual kiss that takes your breath away. "I'm glad you waited. I was afraid you would have given up on me. The trip took longer than I expected and the traffic is terrible." I sit across from you and take your hand, so confident and self-assured that you’re afraid to speak.
You finally find your tongue and within minutes we’re chatting like old friends finally reunited. You decide that I’m as charming in person as I am on-line and you find your confidence building again. We talk over dinner and coffee, lost in conversation until a waiter's polite "ahem" reminds us where we are. We look around and realize the restaurant is empty and the staff is patiently waiting for us to leave.
After paying the bill, we step outside where the rain has slowed to a drizzle. Your nervousness returns and the decision you've wrestled with for weeks haunts you. You can feel me watching you, calmly, silently, knowing it is your choice. Do you trust me and invite me to your home or do you say goodnight and forever wonder what could have been? Looking up into my hazel eyes, you realize you want this night to continue. "Where are you parked?" you ask.
A brief smile crosses my face as I take your arm and lead the way to my vehicle. The lot is dark and deserted but for one other car.
You have the feeling I always knew you would be as captivated by me in person as you were on-line. When I lean past you to open the car door, you catch the scent of me, warm, clean, and oh so sexy. As I straighten, I touch your arm, turning you to face me. Putting my strong hands to your face, we kiss. My first touch is gentle and shy, not sure of your response. Parting your lips you feel my tongue touch yours. You slide your arms around my broad shoulders as I hold you tightly to me, pushing you back against the car. We have talked of this moment for months and now, suddenly, you want to freeze time to enjoy it forever.
One hand drifts down to your neck, caressing your shoulders and over the thin material covering your breasts. My hand is large and cups you, tenderly kneading, fondling. The other hand slides down your side and over your ass, pulling your hips tightly against mine. Heat radiates from my body and you can feel my hardening desire against your belly. I lift my head from yours, staring into your eyes with a question. With a voice husky with desire I say, "Tell me now if you want me as much as I need you. You know why I came tonight and you are here for the same reason. No more games, no teasing, no more keyboard lust. I need to know that you want me. I need to know your answer now."
You touch my lips with your fingertip and reply, "I admit that I’ve wanted you since your first email. You fascinate and terrify me but you also make me feel more alive than I have ever felt. This is a risk for both of us. I want, no, need you to make love to me."
My warm mouth closes over yours once more but there is a difference in my kiss. It is more passionate, more demanding, and you feel yourself being swept away. You can feel the cool metal of the car's fender against the back of your legs as I lift your dress to expose your upper thighs. My hands are hot on your skin as they move over your ass, caressing your firm cheeks and holding you tightly to me. Lifting you up, I sit you on the fender and gently part your legs. Sliding one hand over your pussy, I pull the silky material of your panties aside, touching your clit and rubbing my fingers against your wetness.
Gasping as my fingers gently enter you, you hold on to my shoulders, using me for support. Waves of pleasure shoot through you as your leg circles my hips. I slide the narrow straps of your dress off your shoulders and down your arms to bare your breasts to the cool night air. Your nipples harden immediately both from the sudden chill and the feel of my palms brushing over them. As my mouth moves down your neck to your breast, you can feel me loosening my belt. Lips and teeth nip and tease you and you can't keep your hips still against the fingers thrusting into your pussy.
I step back long enough to free my hard penis from my pants. You bite your lip, watching me as I rub the tip between your moist pussy lips, then slide the head into you. You close your eyes as my heat fills you completely.
"Look at me." My voice is deep and commanding. "I want to see your eyes while I make love to you."
You open your eyes and you’re caught by my intense gaze. My eyes tell you of my passion and you feel a thrill of danger. With slow, firm movements I begin moving in and out of you. My thrusts quicken and rock your body with their power.
A noise behind us makes me freeze as the waiter from the restaurant waves a goodnight to us as he gets into his car. Being discovered has you shaking but you are even more excited. With one arm tight around your waist, I twist the other hand in your hair, forcing your head back and your mouth to open. My tongue probes your mouth roughly as my cock swells within you and your pussy tightens with wave after wave of orgasm. One final thrust and you can feel my hot come heating you up from the inside out.
I’m breathing hard and fast and you can feel my heart pound against your chest. With my arms still tight around you, I hold you and whisper in your ear. “You’ll never know how often I dreamed of this. Making love to your mind was great, but this . . . incredible!"
You pull your dress back over your shoulders and smooth it across your legs as I rearrange myself. As the rain begins again we rush into the car and you give me directions to take you home. You can't help feeling the same as I do, but why do you still feel that it is unreal? That if you reach out and touch me, I will disappear and you will wake up at your keyboard, alone?
It is really pouring now but luckily the city streets are deserted. We are able to park close to your building but even making a quick dash leaves us soaked and laughing at the door. "Lovely weather you have here," I say.
You smile up at me and shrug. "You should see it when the weather is bad."
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Good Samaritan
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Posted:Sep 21, 2009 4:31 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2009 1:01 pm
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A good Samaritan is cleaning a church. The archbishop runs in and asks desperately to speak to the priest there. The Samaritan runs over to find the priest in the confessional booths. “The archbishop is here to see you,” says the Samaritan.
Surprised, the priest tells him, “Listen, don’t tell anybody I let you do this, but just sit in the booth and hear confession. There is a list of all the sins and their penance on the side of the wall.”
The priest leaves the man to sit in the booth. Eventually a young woman comes in. She says, "Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been five months since my last confession."
The man says, "Go on my ."
"Well, my first sin is impure thoughts about a man."
The man looks at the paper and says, "Say five our fathers."
"My second sin is intercourse with a man not my husband."
"Say six hail marys."
"My third sin is anal sex."
The man looks at the sheet but can’t find the penance for anal sex. In a panic, he runs out of the booth to find the priest but bumps into an alter boy first. Stricken, he asks, “Quick! Tell me what the priest gives you for anal sex!”
The alter boy responds, "Milk and cookies."
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Fantasy Fuck
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Posted:Sep 17, 2009 6:03 am
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2009 8:12 am
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You can’t explain it. You’ve seen me only from a distance, and you don’t even know my name. But there’s something about me that just draws you in. You look at me from afar, or just picture me in your mind, and you want me. It’s an indescribable lust. You want to do anything and everything possible to bring me pleasure; you want to give yourself up to me totally, as my sole possession. The strength of this attraction scares you, but at the same time it intrigues you.
You think of running your tongue over my naked body, from my hips up over my tummy, dipping into my navel, then up to my chest, circling a nipple. Then traveling up my chest to my shoulders, kissing my neck, gently biting my earlobe, then holding the side of your face against mine while you press your breasts into my chest.
You feel my hands on your shoulders, sliding down your back, down your sides, over your hips. I pull you close to me, and you want me so badly you can’t get close enough. You want to feel me all over you. You want to be surrounded by me, to feel yourself drowning in my touch, my scent, and the sound of my moans.
You feel my cock straining against my pants, and you grind yourself against it. Your mouth is now over mine, your tongue sliding along my bottom lip and into my mouth. Your pussy is wet, your clit is throbbing, pulsating, longing for my touch. You slide down from my lap until you’re kneeling between my legs. Slowly you begin to work my shorts off, gasping loudly when my cock springs free. You can’t believe you’re there, between my legs, about to run your tongue along the prick you’ve longed for.
Your mouth trembles with anticipation as you lean over to taste my cock for the first time. You slide your tongue up the shaft until you’re licking the head, twirling around the tip. Your lips circle my hardness, and your warm, wet tongue flicks over the tip.
My taste is everything you could possibly dream of, and more. Your left hand slides up over my tummy to my nipples. You tug gently at first, then a bit harder as your mouth swallows my cock over and over again. Your left hand cups my balls, and you begin to massage them gently with your fingers.
You’re soaking wet; you can feel your juices on your inner thighs. You’re about to die from anticipation. As you suck my dick you keep thinking about what each inch of that cock will feel like sliding into your tight, wet hole. You squirm between my legs, closing your legs tightly so that your clit throbs even more. I make you feel so dirty, but not in a bad way. You want to do things that would make prostitutes blush. You want to please me in every possible way. You want to dominate me, make me your personal sex slave. You want to push me to my limits and make me a horny little boy who lives just to please you.
You release my cock from your mouth and start jerking me off slowly. You tell me to lift my leg and you lick my balls, giving them soft kisses and sucking on them gently. Your mouth moves lower, your tongue flicking out and licking over my tight little hole.
Still stroking my cock, you flatten your tongue and run it over my ass again and again, getting it nice and wet. You suck on your finger and then slowly begin to press it into my tight bud. As you work your finger into me, your mouth goes back to work on my throbbing prick. Your finger is all the way in my ass, your mouth all the way down on my cock. You know I can feel you rubbing my prostate; I moan out loud and lift my hips from the bed, pushing my cock down your throat. My hands are now at the back of your head as I buck against you, fucking your throat harder and harder. You work your finger in and out of my asshole a little faster, driving me insane.
My eyes are closed tight, my toes are curled, my body is convulsing in pleasure, and I’ve never looked more handsome to you. You want me to be your little pet forever; you want always to make me feel ecstasy, both of us driven by an urge that we have to satisfy.
Slowly you start to work your way up over my body, the taste of my precome still in your mouth. Your hands slide over me as you climb onto my lap. Your pussy settles over my cock, and you begin to slide it up and down, rubbing your clit against the throbbing head. I watch you as you arch your back, your hands sliding up over your flat tummy to your full breasts, tugging at your nipples.
You throw your head back and grind faster as you moan. More precome oozes from the head of my tool. With your hands on my shoulders you raise yourself slightly, then with one swift motion sit down on my cock until I’m inside you completely, balls-deep in your cunt.
“Fuck it, baby,” you hear yourself cry. “Fuck it good. Pound my pussy!”
You rub your clit with your fingers as you bounce on my cock, my hips meeting yours with each thrust. You can hear our bodies slapping together. They seem to fit perfectly, your pussy milking my cock, my hands on your hips, our eyes locked. You feel my hand slide down and I begin to finger your ass. You lie down on my chest, and I keep thrusting up faster, harder, and deeper. It feels so good that all you can do is lie there and absorb the sensations.
Now my mouth finds yours, and our tongues imitate the lower halves of our bodies, moving in and out between soft passionate kisses and whispered words of desire. My hand presses on your lower back, holding you down on me. My thrusting becomes frantic and you grind harder against me. You feel my cock start to throb inside you, so you deepen the kiss and hold me close to you until together we shatter into an incredible orgasm, holding each other tight, feeling our bodies shiver with the intensity. You feel my warm seed shooting inside you, and your body convulses as you release your juices all over me. My cock is slick with it, running over my balls and down onto my thighs.
You fall onto me, exhausted. Only when your heart finally calms down do you come back to yourself. Will you ever actually get to touch me? Will you ever know my name? You wonder.
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Flawed . . . but
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Posted:Sep 14, 2009 4:48 am
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2009 4:01 am
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Henry Ford dies and goes to heaven.
At the gates, Saint Peter tells Ford, "Well, you’ve been such a good guy and your invention of the car changed the world. As a reward, you can hang out with anyone you want in heaven."
So Henry Ford thinks about it and says, "I want to hang out with Adam, the first man."
So the guy at the gates points Adam out to Ford. When Ford gets to Adam, Ford asks, "Hey aren’t you the inventor of woman?"
Adam says, "Yes."
"Well," says Ford. "You have some major design flaws in your invention:
1. There is too much front end protrusion
2. It chatters at high speeds
3. The rear end wobbles too much, and
4. The intake is too close to the exhaust."
"Hmm," says Adam. "Hold on."
So Adam goes to the celestial computer, types in a few keystrokes, and waits for the results. The computer prints out a slip of paper and Adam reads it.
He then says to Ford, "It may be that my invention is flawed, but according to the stellar computer, more men are riding my invention than yours."
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Service with a Smile
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Posted:Sep 9, 2009 4:00 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2013 2:31 am
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It’s my birthday and I get a call at work from you saying you have a surprise for me. You say you’re sending a limo to pick me up from work tonight. You add that there will be a note for me on the back seat, and that I should read it and just follow instructions. With that, you hang up.
The day goes by very slowly as I eagerly anticipate what you’re planning for me. Finally it’s time to leave, and the limo is indeed waiting for me outside the door of my office building. I’m surprised to see a woman driver holding the car door open for me, but I get in quickly and pick up the letter lying on the seat, as promised.
I recognize your handwriting at once. The letter says that I should first pour myself a glass of champagne from the limo bar, and then go on to read the rest of the note. The rest of the note is a description of how you’re going to suck on my dick when the limo picks you up, and you’ll then strip slowly for me and let me lick your pussy right there in the back seat as we drive to our final destination.
Of course I get a raging hard-on while reading the letter. I glance into the front of the limo and catch the driver watching me in the rear-view mirror. I’m a little embarrassed; it’s as if she knows what I’m reading, and I wonder if she’s aware of the lump in my pants.
The limo finally arrives at my home, where you’re waiting. You come out wearing high heels and a black mink coat. The woman driver opens the door for you, and I’m taken aback when I think I see you pat her ass as you get into the limo. That’s so strange that I think I’ve hallucinated it.
As you join me on the back seat I notice you’re wearing my favorite perfume. You give me a kiss that’s so passionate that it knocks my socks off. “So, my dear,” I ask you when our mouths part, “what are we doing and where are we going?”
You smile at me enigmatically. “You’ll see, my love,” you murmur. “For now, relax and enjoy the ride.”
As we drive around, not seeming to be heading for anywhere in particular, you begin rubbing my dick through my pants. After another minute you take hold of my hand and guide it under your mink coat. As you do I’m surprised to feel that you’re wearing a pair of crotchless panties. This is something I’ve never known you to do before. I’m even more surprised when I discover that you’re also wearing a garter belt and a pair of stockings. Nothing else.
I’m so horny that I badly want to fuck you right then and there. The only thing stopping me is the driver looking into the rear-view mirror. I lean over the seat and ask the driver to please put up the privacy screen. But she apologizes, saying that it’s broken.
You pull me back and plant another deep kiss on my lips. Then your lips slide over to my ear. “Shut up and pay attention,” you whisper. “Stick your fingers in my pussy, and then lick them while I kiss you.”
I’m really surprised–you’ve never talked this way before. I’m not complaining, however. I do exactly what you ask. When I put my fingers in your pussy you’re soaking wet, and when I withdraw them and bring them to my mouth, you lick your juices off them while sliding your tongue in and out between my lips. It’s so erotic that I’m stunned. Is this really my sweet little lover? I’ve occasionally mentioned the fact that I wish we could be a little more adventurous in our sex life, but I never expected this!
After about ten minutes you ask the driver to stop at a liquor store. We pull off the highway and find a small package store. You jump out of the car, telling me to stay right where I am. That’s fine with me, since my hard-on is so stiff I’m not sure I can even zip up my pants.
I watch you through the store window as you talk to the clerk. Then you move to an aisle visible from the window. There you open your fur coat and take off your panties, right there in the store, where both the clerk and I can see you–and the driver can, too. You then rub your pussy with the flimsy garment before taking a bottle of wine from the shelf, turning, and moving back to the counter. You smile at the clerk as you hand him the bottle. He bags it and gives it back to you. You then hand him the panties you’ve just taken off, smile at him again, and leave.
I nearly fall over. Had you just actually paid for that wine with your underpants? You get back into the car quickly. I can see that you’re a little flushed, but you’re laughing at the same time. I ask you if you’d done what I thought you had, and you just say, “Was that adventurous enough for you, honey?”
The limo starts up again, and after a while you tell the driver to take the next exit, which is the turnoff for the beach. When we get to the beach parking lot, there’s nobody there. It’s nighttime, and even the parking lot lights are off. We park alongside the entry to the beach itself, and the driver gets out and opens the door. As soon as she does we can smell the salt air and see the surf crashing on the beach. As we get out of the car, you drop your mink onto the sand, and then proceed to pull off my pants and shirt. Here we are, virtually naked on the beach, and it feels wonderful.
You then move behind me and start pulling on my dick while kissing my neck. I keep wondering what the driver is doing while this is going on, but I’m too caught up in the moment to worry about it. It almost seems as if there’s nobody there but you and me.
I try several times to turn around toward you, but you just hold on to me and keep me facing the water while you kiss me and stroke my dick. After about five minutes you pull my head around to the side and start kissing me again. As our tongues meet, I feel another pair of lips sucking on my dick. I want to turn and look, but you have my head in your hands and just keep kissing me. I can’t believe what’s going on, but I also can’t get past the incredible excitement I’m feeling, with my lover kissing me while someone else sucks my cock.
As I feel myself getting close to climax, you let me go for a moment and I turn my head and look down to see a blonde head moving back and forth as the limo driver goes on sucking my dick.
Before I can come in her mouth, you push me down onto the sand and tell me to just relax and enjoy. You then wrap your arms around the driver and start kissing her. The driver reaches down and puts her fingers in your pussy. After a minute she brings those fingers up to her lips and you both lick them.
I’m so excited that I start to play with myself. You look so sexy in the moonlight, kissing, fondling, and licking each other. You then drop to your knees and push the driver’s uniform skirt up to her waist. I just have time to register the fact that she wears no panties before you start licking her pussy. After a few minutes you pause and ask the driver if she’s brought the wine. The driver points to the bottle lying next to you on the sand. You grab it and then slowly slide the neck of the bottle up into the driver’s pussy. It goes in very easily, and so deep that I think I’m going to have a heart attack. This is more erotic than anything I’ve ever imagined. You’re now licking the woman’s cunt while pushing the bottle in and out of it.
This goes on for a few more minutes until you and the driver both turn your attention to me. You start licking my dick together, and then you mount me while the driver sits on my face with her wet pussy over my mouth. While I fuck you and lick the blonde’s drooling twat, the two of you lean toward one another and kiss passionately.
We all explode at about the same time. The driver spills thick pussy juice all over my face and you’re going into convulsions and yelling, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” as I pump my sperm into your pussy.
The limo ride back is almost as much fun, and this time I don’t mind the driver watching us; in fact it turns me on more as I fuck you all the way home. The driver plays with her pussy as she drives. I can’t believe we make it home in one piece.
When we get to the house, the driver opens the limo door for us. She smiles at me and says, “Happy birthday, sir,” then gives me her card and says to call her if we need her services again. I still have it. After all, your birthday is coming soon.
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Chinese Torture
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Posted:Sep 8, 2009 8:07 am
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2009 12:53 am
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A young man is lost and wandering in a forest when he comes upon a small house. Knocking on the door, he is greeted by an elderly Chinese man with a long, gray beard. "I’m lost," says the man. "Can you put me up for the night?"
"Certainly," the Chinese man says, "but on one condition. If you so much as lay a finger on my I will inflict upon you the three worst Chinese tortures known to man."
"Okay," says the man, thinking that the must be pretty old as well, and enters the house. Before dinner the comes down the stairs. She is young, beautiful, and has a fantastic figure. She is obviously attracted to the young man as she can’t keep her eyes off him during the meal. Remembering the old man’s warning, he ignores her and goes up to bed alone. But during the night he can bear it no longer and sneaks into her room for a night of passion. He is careful to keep everything quiet so the old man won’t hear and, near dawn, he creeps back to his room, exhausted but happy.
He awakens to feel a pressure on his chest. Opening his eyes, he sees a large rock on his chest with a note on it that reads, "Chinese torture 1: Large rock on chest."
"Well, that’s pretty crappy," he thinks. "If that’s the best the old man can do then I don’t have much to worry about." He picks the boulder up, walks over to the window, and throws the boulder out.
As he does so he notices another note on it that reads, "Chinese torture 2: Rock tied to left testicle." In a panic he glances down and sees the line that is already getting close to taut. Figuring that a few broken bones are better than castration, he jumps out of the window after the boulder.
As he plummets downward, he sees a large sign on the ground that reads, "Chinese torture 3: Right testicle tied to bedpost."
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