i have a Watcher!

as you know, tuesday nites are movie nites for me.
half price nites are always crazy crowded. crowds mean rubbing and groping in public.

my hippy girl look; sheer floral dress, little black boots, big summer canvas bag.
there's something dirty and raw about boots, a thin dress and no undies or stockings.
feel undressed, vulnerable, naked, exposed. my favorite feelings.

while standing in line for popcorn, a hand brushed across my ass. another man rubbed back and forth across my tits with his forearm while pretending to be trying to get the right light on his watch. i pressed against him in reply and asked if he had the time. his girlfriend scowled.

i backed up a bit and felt a hand on my ass again. this time, a squeeze. i don't turn in hot, crowded situations, i just enjoy the feelings. caressing my ass now.
a finger under the hem on my skin. teasing me. it's working. i'm tingling.

i'm at the front of the line now. a hand on my ribs above my shoulder bag, a little squeeze just under my breast. i catch a whiff of a spicy, sexy cologne and a whisper in my ear.

deep and dark, vibrating on my neck "I'm watching."

i freeze for a moment, as a knife of anxiety slices through my tummy straight to my pussy.

i turn and see...nobody. the popcorn teen wants my attention, so i get my snack and fumble in my bag for my wallet, flustered by the Voice.

what's this? a package, wrapped in red tissue. written on the tissue the words "Open in Bathroom. I'm watching."

i go to the bathroom, curiouser and curiouser. into a stall. open the package. it's a very pretty bra and thong and a note that says "Wear these. I'm watching."

so i did. and they fit perfectly. and i took some pics of them. aren't they pretty?
i have a Watcher!

cafe bathroom

"mirror in the bathroom please talk free the door is locked just you and me"

after work i strolled downtown for a nibble. my black lingerie monday had gone well and i was loving the feeling of my body being absorbed, eaten, licked by strange eyes, some discrete, some bold, some dirty and aggressive.

hot and humid, so the stockings are hot on my skin and the spandex in my skirt has made my betty sweaty. luckily there's still gusts from Irene

i time my bend-overs well for horny eyes and mother nature, getting a nice blast of tropical storm breeze on my snatch and ass

i meet a man along the way. he's been following me since the bank, nice of him to offer to walk with me. he smells good. nice suit. strong hands. they feel good on my lower back. wishing he'd squeeze my ass.

he's subtle when he looks down my top, which makes my nipples hard. we both enjoy that

walking and talking turns in to a drink, which turns into a lite bite to eat

he's flirting with the young waitress. big head of curly long red hair. freckles on her chest. no bra.

i go freshen up, time to leave. applying lip gloss bending over, leaning in close in to the mirror to get it right

i hear the door open, close and the snick of a deadbolt, i close my eyes and raise my ass a little more. hoping to hear his zipper, feel his hot cock, wet tip, between my ass cheeks any second now...

nothing.

i open my eyes...oh, it's the waitress standing there, smiling.

she starts caressing my ass under my skirt, which is barely covering my ass anyway.

it feels good. i lean my head down, ass up. she touches me. her fingers are soft, gentle on my inner thighs. goosebumps on my ass. a finger between my pussy lips.

i jump a little.
her other hand strokes my neck, then grips my hair snugly as she slips two fingers inside me, curling them up behind my clit like an old friend.

she pulls her fingers out quickly. it makes me cum spontaneously.

she's cupping and wiping my juices on her freckled chest. big smile. no words.

back at the table i pay the bill and say to my dinner friend
"she's cute, you should ask her out, i think she likes you."

stockings

just putting on a pair of stocking says something.

it says i'm having warm sensual thoughts while i'm getting dressed.

i'm touching my legs,
thinking about making my legs look good for you,
thinking about your hands sliding up under my skirt.

and my pussy is naked for you.
open
waiting for you
to spread me
put my ankles on your shoulders
and fuck me hard

just putting stockings on turns me on.
so when you see me wearing them, you know
i'm looking at cocks all day until i get one

wearing stockings keeps me simmering all day long.

i drop things so i can bend over and give you a peek at my holes.

lunch i'll slip off a shoe and rub my foot on your cock under the table.

it would be easy to take me home to be your stripper. would you like that?

the boys have always liked my legs

boys have always liked my legs.

when i was in school, a group of older boys would blindfold and tie me up in the woods behind the playground to play "leg massage" with me.

once i was securely tied, usually to a tree but sometimes on the ground, one would pull off my pants.

another would pull off my panties.

they'd start chanting spread your legs
spread your legs
spread your legs

and i would

i remember the first time i felt the crisp fall air on my pussy and asshole like it was yesterday
spread your legs
spread your legs
spread your legs

then one boy would start the "massage".

he'd rub my thighs until my virgin pussy started to puff up, get juicy and respond, pushing my hips into his hands, squirming, moaning, begging for more hands.

that's when all of them would start groping me.
feeling my ass, squeezing my tits,
talking dirty, calling me a slut, a whore, a dirty little girl.

i'd start cumming spontaneously,
my pussy going into spasms, gushing down my thighs.
dizzy spinning cumming disoriented pleasure

that was my favorite part of "massage"
nude, bound to a tree, blindfolded, with six to ten hands on me
and i'm cumming so much my legs get weak
and i pass out

the boys have always liked my legs
maybe because they're so long
or maybe it's because
i
love
spreading
them
for
you

lunch

I took off my thong and went outside for lunch to feel the sun on my legs and the breeze on my lips.

Beautiful day and my favorite table was vacant. Inside the park gate I stop and hike up my skirt so the men can get a good look at my legs and maybe a peek at my cheeks.

It's back in the corner and off to the side on a little raised up section. From there I can people-watch from behind my sunglasses while pretending to read a book.

The table cloth and shrubs make it difficult for anyone to see unless they're looking really closely.

Casual passers-by would never know.
But to the observant pervert, I'm right out in the open in a public place.

Slipping off my shoes, I hike up my skirt and tuck my feet up on the chair, easing my legs slowly open, slowly closed, slowly open, imagining I'm being watched.

It's a big turn-on.
Teasing myself while men sneak a peek as they walk by is a great way to spend your lunch.

I had my eyes closed, parting and closing my thighs, feeling the wind and sun licking my skin, when someone sat down next to me. I kept my eyes closed and stopped moving my legs, waiting.

"You have beautiful legs." The voice was deep and dark. He had a gorgeous voice.
I kept my eyes closed and smiled.

"I've been watching your legs, they are truly beautiful."

Yeah, yeah, I thought. But I keep my eyes closed because I love the sound of his velvet voice.

His fingertips graze the top of my thigh. I jump a little.

"Do you like that?" yes, i whisper.

He does it again, his fingers flattening , running up my leg to the edge of my skirt.

One finger under the edge now, towards my inner thigh. I remember to breathe.
And ease my thighs apart a little.
He notices.

He shifts in his chair and his full hand starts inside my leg at the knee
and moves slowly up my thigh.

I don't know if anyone's watching.
I'm almost at the place where I don't care.
But I'm still shaking. Goosebumps.
I love the goosebumps and fear when I'm exposed in public.
I'm keeping my eyes closed, the pulsing and tingling are winning over common sense.

His fingers graze my wet. I want more.

My cell phone rings. I open my eyes. He's gone. Was he ever there?

Neighbors

A few months ago, a young couple and their newborn moved in to the house on the little hill behind and above mine.

I usually don't pay much attention to my neighbors , but after nursing her child at the window she has a habit of opening her gown to massage her dripping milk into her skin... and as lube.

Her postpreg tits are pretty and she's hot as a pistol, but the poor darling obviously isn't getting any except when she masturbates at the window, licking her milk and juices off her little fingers.

It's totally erotic and beautiful to watch.

He does yard work without a shirt and masturbates at their bedroom window if I'm on my deck.

The funny thing is, there are nights when they're each nude, masturbating at different windows at my bath time. Makes me feel like their wank material. Or maybe their therapist.

Last night I thought I'd give them something more structured to watch than just glimpses of me, so I got dressed up, set up my camera tripod on the deck and put on a little show for them while pretending to be taking dirty pictures of myself.

I seduced myself over the course of an hour from twilight till dark while they watched from two windows and I watched them watching me.

He started jacking off as soon as I started playing with my breasts, then turned off the lights in their room, stroking in the shadows.

When I hiked up my dress, slipped one of my long legs over the chair and started slowly running my fingers from my toes to my pussy lips, you could almost hear the lube squishing on his cock.

Thinking about him stroking his cock while his wife was milking herself for me in the next room made me cum before I hiked up my dress and slipped my fingers into myself for more.


She stood in the window the whole time, lights on, rubbing her clit, using her milk as lube all over her body.

We all came, then went to bed.

Maybe I should invite them over for a meal sometime and wear the same dress.

return of the handjob

a man usually wants his cock sucked. a good blowjob is a tasty way to end a date. and i love to suck your cock!

but i've started mixing it up . i want to give you a handjob. in the car. in the family washroom off the food court. at your desk.

there's something holy about stroking your cock. it's so hard, yet the skin is so soft. and i get to watch your cum shoot, spurt then drool all over my hands. i love that part.

your cock is normally the aggressor. usually, you want to jam it down my throat or fuck me hard with it. and i love it all.

but when i lay beside you, squeeze that big juice vein up from the bottom, spread your natural lube over the nice fat head and thick shaft and wrap my fingers around your cock to give you a nice slow handjob, you settle right down.

i can whisper naughty things in your ear as i lube up your big firm balls.

i can feel your cock getting thicker, longer, harder in my hands.

i love watching your juices start to flow and your hips rising up to tell me you want it harder, faster. harder, faster. harder, faster.

i love watching you blow your load. pumping hot sticky cream for me to lick up.

may i give you a handjob? please?

nothing but your shirt

I like wearing a man's shirt. Just the shirt, nothing else. Especially if he smells good.

Being wrapped in his smell, his musk, is like being held by him. Feels safe.

The material floats and flows around my body. I can hide inside it. I can reach inside to touch myself. I can expose myself to others easily.

Wearing nothing but your shirt on a hot day is a turn on. It makes me feel like you own me. It makes giving myself to you easy. Do whatever you want. I'm your service slut in your shirt. Your whore.

When you parade me around in nothing but your shirt I feel safe, even though I'm almost totally nude in public. I never feel more alive than when you pull up to some store and send me in by myself, barefoot, in nothing but your shirt. Scared and wet. What a rush.

I masturbate and sniff your shirt when you're gone, thinking about the way you tell me to spread my legs, bend over to show off my ass, undo another button so they can see my tits better.


Yeah, I love wearing a man's shirt.

The joy of spandex

Exercise is a great excuse to wear revealing clothes.
I get a special kind of tingling when I wear something that is thin, tight and shows lots of skin, especially on a hot summer day.

I can feel the men staring at my tanned legs and wanting my ass when it jiggles past.

They know of course that I'm not wearing anything else. It's just that thin, thin layer of spandex, almost see-through it's so thin and shiny...nothing else between their hot hard cock and entering me...and every one of them is running a different version in their head of a movie starring themselves, fucking me right here, right now.

Of course, because you're a man you'll be fantasizing about the next cute thing that comes by with her LuLu's up her crack, so your interest in me is fleeting, but for those few seconds as I jiggle past, I'm yours...I can feel you grabbing me, stripping me, fucking me hard.

Spandex doesn't just make men horny on a hot day! My little "star" onepiece running outfit makes me moist every time I wear it. It turns me on, fingers me, caresses my ass, teases me, holds me tight, binds me.

The tight, thin, nearly sheer fabric hugs me, taunts me, seduces me. makes me stare at your package through my Oakleys to think for a second or two about your meat, it makes me think about all the strange men stripping me me wherever I run...when you're in skimpy summer clothes you can almost feel their cocks growing getting thicker, harder as you glide by and they catch a whiff, the sweet smell of summer sweat, sex and scent.

The spandex edges and rides up into my crack... and into my dirty mind, rubbing it, teasing it, licking it. I pull in down, it starts again, like a horny teenager's fingers in the back seat of his parents car after the dance.

It works its way up into my pussy the further I walk or run, it pulls down in back and shows off my asscrack. I love giving you a peek at my ass in public. It feels dirty, naughty. I think about your hand sneaking down under the suit and squeezing my ass, spreading my cheeks, fingering me, giving me a playful smack. You know I love it when you spank my ass.

I'm thinking about the way you are holding my ass while the spandex squeezes my tits tight and flat and keeps my nipples just hard enough to tease you when you see me. And if I move a certain way at the ice cream counter at the park entrance I can make them just spill out "by accident".

I can feel the breeze licking my breasts when that happens, but I act like nothing's happened and let my nipples get hard while you get hard watching. I'm putting on a little show for you, stripping for you, exposing myself in public for you and you love it.
Eventually of course I'll look you straight in the eye, re-adjust my top, lick my ice cream, give your package a quick feel and a smile for later.


Sure, I run at the park, walk too, but mostly I'm looking for places off the beaten path where I can stretch out, masturbate and set the camera to automatically take pictures while I play with myself.

I look for place where I can feel hidden in plain sight. Picking the right spot makes me feel totally vulnerable yet safe. A place where I can feel like I'm being watched.

I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and pull my sticky hot lycra top down and squeeze my sweaty tits and pull on my nipples, loving the sun and being licked by the breeze.

Crunching footsteps on the main path make me want to open my eyes, but I keep them closed. Listening to footsteps getting closer, closer. Slowing. Stopping. Whispers. Have they seen me? Are they watching me pull my tits up off my chest here on this old bench, my legs splayed out? Are they using a zoom lens? Video? Or are they circling me to pull out their cocks and stroke themselves while watching me? The crunching starts again and fades away. I start breathing and can feel my pussy throbbing in time with my heart. I'm sweating and I'm wet and I'm hornier than before. I know before my fingers reach my hairless lips that they're puffy, slippery. As I part myself with two, then three fingers, I know the crunching gravel I'm hearing again is going to make me cum hard.

Should I finger myself faster, harder and cum now so I can open my eyes? Or should I keep my eyes tightly closed, slow it down and enjoy the sweet torture of my fingers in my pulsing pussy as the crunching gets closer, closer.

I'm spread wide open, exposed, eyes closed, fingering myself, fantasizing about you, waiting for you.

Ah, the joy of spandex, binding me tight, turning me on, turning you on.

reading

i read your letters every night because they make me cum. and i love having orgasms right before bed, spreading my juices on my tits and neck, licking my fingers as i drift off.

sometimes i'll go out and buy myself lingerie to wear just for reading your notes. i like dressing up for you.

when the things you wrote make me wet i have different positions for touching myself. often, i'll put the little notebook down and hang my head off the edge of the bed.

i'll imagine you're standing there, jamming your thick cock down my throat upside-down and watching me finger myself.

you're talking to me, saying the things that bring me off. "that's right, cocksucker, suck it deep. spread your legs wider for me so i can watch you fucking yourself. good girl. "

yeah, i like getting your letters. they bring me off day and night. i like thinking about you stroking your cock for me. i like knowing that i turned you on. your words turn me on. thinking about you cumming makes me cum.

Movie Night

I`m a big movie buff. I love entering a packed theater on a hot summer night.

I`m in the buff under a filmy thin cotton floral print button-up sundress, an overflowing bag of popcorn dripping with extra butter my hot slippery snack.

Arriving late, I stand at the bottom of the stage, the light from the screen making my dress disappear like in a paparazzi photo in flashes of see-thru. Nude for a second, then not. it feels like forever.

Scanning the room for the perfect solo seat while the men stare down at me, I`m basking in the mixed feelings of arousal and fear at being essentially nude in front of 500 people.

I want to drop my ticket and bend over so you can see my ass, my pussy lips outlined in the flickering light.

I want to eat popcorn and drop some down my dress so I can put a hand in to look for it and shimmy to shake it to the floor.

My mind racing, pulse pounding, lips puffing, nervously twirling the big round topaz ring on my right hand, I finally see the perfect seat between two men, each there with their dates. Couples behind them, too.

I feel what seems like hundreds of eyes burning holes in my dress., raping me in fleeting fantasy vignettes, watching me glide up the stairs and step over, past and around the legs of the men in the aisle. My bare legs brush against them. Oops. Sorry. Excuse me. I`m watching my popcorn so they dont have to make eye contact. It makes it easier for the men to accidentally brush a free hand on the inside of my leg and look down my dress to get a quick look at my tanned tits swaying freely.

The lights go down as I sit down, discreetly undoing another button. I want to feel the air conditioning and their eyes on my breasts.

Spreading my legs just enough for the hot buttered popcorn bag to nestle between my thighs, my right hand underneath to keep it steady.

My big round topaz rubbing and pressing slowly.

Licking hot butter off my left fingers, making a bit of noise when I need to. Dropping an occasional slippery popcorn down my top. Fishing it out and slipping buttered fingers quickly across my nipples. Licking my fingers again.

Fantasizing about the film stars, feeling your eyes on me. Cumming in little waves with my bare legs pressed against the men beside me.

My legs are shaking a bit but they don't seem to mind.

One man's date goes to the snack bar and I want him to slip his hand on my thigh and slide up under my dress and finger me. The thought of it makes me twitch but he does nothing.

The moments pass, the nothingness, the opportunity, the fantasy slipping away.

I offer him my popcorn. He smiles and takes a small handful as I snake my other hand underneath and quickly touch his crotch. He's hard. He jumps slightly then relaxes. I give him a squeeze, some light strokes through his jeans. He's wet.

I see the date returning and deftly go back to my position, my ring rubbing my clit, licking my buttery fingers, trying to get back into the male star's body while thinking about the hard wet cock beside me.

I love going to the movies.

A Walk In The Park

I took my camera and tripod to the park.

I get wet when you tell me my pictures turn you on.

And I love exposing myself in public and for my blog.

So going to the park to get naked in public and take pictures is a huge turn on for me.

And if I think I'm being watched, that drives me wild with a mixture of fear and sex that always gets really intense for me.

Sometimes I pose for strangers in the park, doing whatever they say. I don't have much choice when they catch me nude , do I?

Plus, I love it. I'm a dirty girl.

Lean against that tree. click

Lift your top. click

Good girl, now take off your shorts. click

Finger your pussy for me. click


Pull your thong between your lips until you're ready to cum for me. click

Now get on your knees and suck my cock.

Public Exposure

Last nite I went for a walk on the boardwalk.

I wore a little button-up top and baggy shorts with my waist and pussy chains underneath.


If you listened carefully you could hear the ends of my chains jingling against my pussy as I walked.

With the chain between my lips and the rings dangling against my clit, but the time I got out to the benches at the end of the pier I was totally turned on.

So I sat down, unbottoned my top a little and turned to face the water and played with my tits in the cool evening breeze.

I undid another little buttom to make it easier to get my hands on my breasts.

Then another.

My inhibitions faded as my arosal increased and before long my tits were completly exposed to the cool, damp sea air and I was tugging, pulling, pinching on my nipples and squeezing my tits.

Little orgasms...touching my tits in public always makes me cum in little wavelettes.

I couldn't help myself ...I had to slip a finger inside my pussy.

Looking around. Nobody nearby.

Is that guy over there watching me? Maybe...it looks like he's rubbing his cock through his jeans.

Lifting a heel onto the bench. Spreading my legs to create a big gap in the leg of my shorts. In sneaks a finger. I pull the chain out and to the side. I'm soaked. In slips my finger.

I'm seeing little stars and feeling dizzy, finger-fucking myself in public. Of course, I came hard and fast...it feels so naughty and dirty, masturbating and exposing myself in public...I love it!

Choke Chains

I like choke chains...the ones you buy for your dog.

Wearing even one makes me feel naughty, horny.

Wearing lots of chains keeps me on the cusp of orgasm all day.

They make a lovely snicking sound when you slide one over my neck and snug it tight.

It makes me Yours.

I keep them in the fridge, so when I put them on myself the cold makes me wet.

I have a full body doggie choke chain harness I sometimes wear to work under my clothes.

The chain between my pussy lips and up my ass crack drives me wild. I reach down and flick it side to side, or just tug on the waist-chain, and it sends me to heaven, every time.

Pull the chains tighter around my tits and my nipples swell up and get so hard I'll beg you to suck them harder.

Tug my neck chain just a little tighter when I cum and watch me squirt and squirm .

I wish you had a leash on me right now...what will you do with me when you put me on your leash?

First Meeting

I connected with you on Plenty of Fish and we met for coffee at Starbucks.

We meet a lot of guys at Starbucks Chapters because if they're duds you can always cut it short, leave, then go back in and look for a good book.

If nothing else, it's a chance to dress up and get out of the house, so I wore my tight jeans, tall boots and a spandex top, nothing else. A little sweater over top so I can cover my tits if I don't like him, and play with it to give him a peek...or a full look if he makes me tingle.

You smelled good and made me laugh. Nice eyes, too. A pleasant change!

I played with my sweater so you could see you were making my nipples hard.

But you held my gaze and didn't stare at them, which only made me hotter...I found myself wanting to show you more. I wanted you to check out my body, but you didn't. Drove me crazy!

By the time I finished my tea, my pussy was pulsing. The seam of my jeans was digging in, spreading my lips. A quick touch between my legs told me I'd soaked through. I realized I wanted you. I wanted to finger myself while talking to you. I started wondering what it would be like to suck your cock, right now, tonight. To feel you entering me.

I'm definitely going to offer myself to you.

When we stood up to leave, I could see you liked me, too. Mmm nice and hard.

You walked me to my car and when I opened my door you stood close to me.

So close that I was sure you were going to kiss me. So close I knew I could move my fingers over just a few inches to touch your hard cock through your jeans and nobody would see.

But I was scared. Scared and totally turned on, my body vibrating.

You leaned in. I tilted my face upwards, closed my eyes and parted my lips.

But you didn't kiss me... you rubbed my nose with yours, side to side, slowly....and used two fingers to touch my pussy lips on either side of the seam.

It felt like your nose was rubbing against my clit. Wild.

A single, slow, firm stroke upwards from the bottom of my pussy to the top, while whispering "I'm going to take good care of you."

I smiled, shivered uncontrollably, then came in my jeans... right there in the parking lot. I leaned against the car to keep my balance.

I think you knew, because you walked away, smiling.

All I could think about for days afterwards was how much I want to suck your cock.

Take me.

Pin down my arms. Make me hold my legs open wide. Pull my hair.

I like feeling immobilized. It makes me feel like you're taking me against my will.

I don't want to be taken against my will, but I love the feeling that I am.

Spread me wide. Fuck me deep. Flip me over, split me open with your big meat.

Grab my hair, facefuck me till I gag.

Take me to the place where I can't hear anything except the sound of your fuckstick splooging in my holes.

Take me to the place where nothing matters except cumming.

Take me to the place where I cant get enough of your hot sticky manpaste.

Take me.

Please spank my ass...

I can close my eyes and just think about it...and it makes me tingle.

Sometimes, I get on all fours and imagine you are there...and I feel the warmth in my cheeks.

I love it when you spank my ass.

With your bare hand. I love your handprints on my red ass in the morning.

With your leather belt. Reminds me of squirming over Daddy's knee, wondering why it felt so good.

With my panties on. With my panties off.

Chained to the bed. Or completely naked outside.

Sitting on your leg...yes, that makes me squirt.

I love it when you spank my ass. Please spank my ass. Please...

Casual Day

The younger girls at the office have been pestering me because I won't "dress down" for Casual Day.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid of blowing my cover. I'm a dirty girl who masturbates at her desk a lot and I don't want to get caught.

But it might be fun to show some skin at the office, just to see what happens, and Casual Day is an excellent excuse.

So, I went to the mall in a pair of flip-flops, a long summer skirt and a tank top, the kind of clothes that are easy to be naked under and take off quickly for changing.

I found some nice summer wedgies on sale, and I let the older salesman "fit me"....I think he's probably spent his whole career on his knees, fondling womens feet and looking up their skirts, so I let him get a good look while he played with my feet...it was hot.

But the shorts were the real find...summer cotton, just sheer enough to see my skin tone, they make my ass look spectacular and the center seam settles in nicely between my pussy lips for a little thrill for me... and a little camel toe action for people looking.

And if I move and turn just a certain way, my outer pussy lips just poke to the edge of the shorts. I'm hoping it's not too much and that just the right amount of pussy can be seen. Just enough to keep my nipples hard and the center seam damp all day.

When I got in the car I decided to take them for a test run, so it was off to Argyle Street, where I got out of the car, pulled the shorts on under my skirt, took off the skirt and tossed it in the back seat. Off with the flip-flops, on with the wedgies to lift up my ass...

Three young men watched me perform that little feat and followed me to the bar, which gave me a bit of a thrill...just the right amount of fear and horny fantasy.

The shorts were a definite hit with the mid-week drinkers and I got to rub my tits and ass up against the three young bucks before going home to get my tripod out for a few snapshots.

I think Casual Day is going to be fun!

Casual Day Update:
I've never worn anything this tight to the office before, so I've been raped hundreds of times already today by the eyes of men and women all over the building...you can feel them going over your whole body, thinking about grabbing you, licking you, biting you, fucking you...it's making my whole body vibrate.

Spread me wide.

I like being spread open. It's erotic and sensual to feel yourself being grabbed, spread, exposed by a strong set of hands.

I love hearing the words "Spread your legs" especially when it's in a "taboo" place....if you tell me to spread my legs slowly in the passenger seat of a car, a movie theater or a crowded pub, by the time they're open wide...my pussy lips will be swelling and my inner lips, wet.

Being naked and open exposes the very center of my womanhood to the sun and breeze...and that's something we're told we just shouldn't ever do as little girls...so it feels naughty, dirty, erotic and playful and that's a combination that makes me horny, horny, horny.

An excellent lover knows this and will spread my ass cheeks while I ride his cock...he grips them hard and spreads me wide from behind and it drives me wild...especially when he starts talking about my ass being spread wide open...and when he starts spanking it while I'm fucking him....that's another level of arousal!

Yeah...I love being spread open by strong hands.

What I like about Anal.

Just recently, I've started enjoying anal sex. A lot.

The idea of it used to scare me...I was sure stuffing a hard cock "In through the Out door" would be painful and gross.

But the mind is a curious thing, so I started reading about it. And he started doing little things over time to make me want it...to ask for it...and finally, beg for it.

He'd spread my cheeks when spanking me and blow a hard stream of air right on my asshole.

Just feeling the breeze on my smallest hole excited me.

Then he started circling it lightly with a finger when going down on me.

That's when I discovered that a finger pressed against my ass could make me cum!

Then he started rubbing his lubed cock up and down my ass crack any time he fucked me from behind. Heaven!

Then it was my vibrator pressed hard against my ass and just slipping in a bit while fucking me.

Then....he stopped all of it and said "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, and you're going to love it...but not until you beg for it."

Every now and then, usually when I was cumming, I'd hear him saying those words again, low pitched and matter of fact-ly; "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, and you're going to love it...but not until you beg for it."

Until finally, one night after a few tequilas, I begged for it. " Will you please fuck me in the ass?"

"Say it again."
" Will you please fuck me in the ass?"
"Again."
" Will you please fuck me in the ass?"

Anal makes me cum like crazy!

And afterwards, it gives me a peaceful feeling for the whole day, like SexValium or something.

And I love the way cum drips slowly out of my smallest hole for hours afterwards.

Now...I love being fucked in the ass. I feel complete. I suck. I fuck. And I take it up the ass.

I lifted my dress in public last nite....and it felt great!

I'd had one or two margaritas too many, but what the hell, it was Friday nite and I was already horny from masturbating at my desk all afternoon.

The office had been half empty anyway with the execs cutting out early for the long weekend and I'd had her fingers in my black thong most of the day while reading the dirty emails from strangers on Craigslist, so by 5pm I definitely needed some tequila to mellow out...and keep the juices flowing.

Stayners gets a good crowd on a Friday after work, usually crowded with cruise ship tourists and tonite was no exception. I love watching the people on vacation, especially the men in baggy shorts, their tan thighs leading my eyes to all kinds of nice packages.

So when two tall Australians in shorts, t-shirts and sandals asked if they could sit at my table, why not? They looked good and I had a nice tequila glow on...one more marg and I could go home to fantasize about these two bucks, I figured.

We had a nice chat, exchanged email addresses, the usual flirting, then talk about how I should visit them on Oz...i think what they really wanted was to sneak me back on board for a three-way, but I just played stupid.

But when they asked if they could have a holiday snapshot with me...why not? My dirty mind knew it would be an excellent chance to rub my ass on their cocks while sitting in their laps.

I snuggled into the lap of the first guy and could feel his cock was hard, so I wriggled on it a bit "to find the right position for the photo"...and my head started to spin as my pussy tingled and twitched.

And he liked it, because he got harder.

The guy taking the picture must have noticed what was going on, because when he said "now it's my turn, mate", he kept the iphone in his hand, sat down, patted his bare thigh and said "Come sit on my leg, little girl".

So I did, straddling his bare thigh facing towards the dude. Skin on skin. Ohhhh

He leaned back with a smile and said "Give us something to remember, darlin'...show us your tits!" and leaned back in his chair for a vertical frame...and flexing his thigh muscle hard against the crack of my ass.

Without thinking, or thinking of my throbbing clit or maybe it was the Jose Cuervo talkin'...I lifted my linen dress, the night air kissing my skin.

Freedom. Horniess! Panic! Shit, I'd just lifted my dress in a bar! Gulping down the rest of my last margarita, I said "Time for me to go, mates, thanks!' and got the hell out of there.

By the time I got home, they'd already emailed the pic to her...what gentlemen! Horny little bastards, but I really can't blame them. I blame Jose!

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Cocksucker

It's such a powerfully erotic word. Cocksucker. Cock. Sucker.

You like being sucked well. By a woman who loves sucking it.

You can tell the difference. A blowjob is something she's doing for you...but what you really want is a cocksucker.

A woman who's sucking your cock, sucking it well, is making love to your cock.

Sucking it because she loves having your big thick swollen cock in her mouth.

She loves the hardness. The smooth skin. And she craves your cum.

You can grab her hair and fuck her mouth, stuffing it down her throat until she's gagging...and she sucks you eagerly in reply.

You can hold her head still, take your cock in your other hand and slap her face with your cock and she opens her mouth wide, wanting, hoping you'll stuff it back in there.

She plays with your balls, licks them, sucks them gently and she doesn't put a hand around the bottom of your cock to "cheat"...she wants all of it. She craves it.

She loves your cock so much that she can cum...just from sucking you.

And she can tell when you're getting close to the edge...it turns her on even more because she needs your sticky hot sweet and salty cream in her mouth, on her face, on her tits.

Tell me about your favorite cocksucker...the one that makes you wet just thinking about her.

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Counting Cocks

Last nite I went to Home Depot to look at hand tools.

I shop there sometimes and something I've noticed is that men love girl-watching at Home Depot.

Maybe it's because a building supply store is "their" territory, or maybe it's because I refuse to dress in baggy, sloppy clothes, but men of all ages undress you with their eyes at hardware stores in a big way.

Sometimes it's annoying when you're not in the mood, but last night I decided to have fun with it and to go there just to be watched...to enjoy feeling their eyes on me, to let myself get turned on wondering what dirty things each one would like to do to me.

















So I picked out a pair of sheer leopard print panties and a demi cup bra...I love demi cup bras because they push up my tits but leave my nipples exposed, like having them on a shelf, and the sensations against a thin silky top keep them hard and my pussy tingling.

High heels with open toes and a short summer skirt and off I went!

By the time I got to Home Depot, my pussy was soaked, so I parked between two big pickup trucks, wriggled out of my panties and fingered myself to a fast orgasm, then spread my juices on my neck, hung the wet panties on the mirror and went inside.

Knowing I was there just to look and be looked at, to count cocks in tight jeans had my body humming, as if a big vibrator was hard against my clit on full speed.

One...two...three...the store wasn't very busy, but I could feel their eyes on my legs.

Four, five, six....the married ones were almost funny.
One left his wife and child and followed me around the store, his cock straining in his pants.
Could he smell my cum on my neck?

Would he fuck his wife hard from behind later, thinking about my ass?

Lucky 13 was getting wet through his jeans as we both looked at the different thicknesses of chains and rope, so I stood just a little too close and asked him which chain was good for bondage.

You can get anything you want at Home Depot.. if you know what you're looking for.

Do you get totally turned on checking people out when you're shopping?

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