Join The Challenge

I came across and interesting an idea here:
Sexualite
It's a challenge for us Sex Bloggers in 2006.
I'll join it, and I'm sure you will too. You know me, I'll try anything once and most things twice.
Seriously though, I think the idea of making more of our blogs and sharing different ideas can only be positive.

On The Road Again-HTN #5

Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas. I'm looking forward to hearing about any new toys that naughty boys and girls got.
I have a little time here to post for HTN, but we are on the road again to spend our daughter's birthday and the New Year out of town.
This is from Christmas morning.....
I'm also currently on muscle relaxents because of back spasms and that is making me slow down my blogging, not to mention other things.
Hopefully the New Year will bring us all happiness, good health, and fresh starts.
CJ and I will see you in 2006.

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!

Finally-The Tag As Promised

Recently The Assman snuck in the back door and tagged me.
As promised I'm returning the favor before Christmas.

So here it goes, my 5 Weird Habits.
This was interesting because I had to keep separating habits from secrets, but I think I got it straight.

1. I'm so orally fixated that when I go to bed at night I sometimes suck my thumb.

2. I write 99% of my stories at work, causing me to either jerk off there or attack CJ when I come home.

3. I'm an avid list maker-digital and written and about all sorts of things, especially ideas for stories, questions, layout, etc about this blog.

4. Unless we have plans to go out, I get undressed as soon as I get home from work.

5. I almost always participate in these tags.

Now for the Quid Pro Quo:

Anyone's Girl

Orchid and Aragon

Crazy Ass Thoughts

Late Starter

Busty Gal

And To All A Good Night

CJ and I had a wonderful night last night, before all the stuff for the holidays hits.
Without going into too much detail, there are family dynamics that are causing more stress than usual this holiday season. Because of those dynamics we will celebrate Christmas, then the child's birthday (the big 2-1), then Christmas again with my mother at her place, finally CJ's birthday.

Last night I didn't get home until about 8:30. The tension from my job was playing havoc on my body - tension everywhere I took a hot shower (little did I know that CJ was waiting for me and we had a short photo session)The next step on the road to relaxation was some eggnog and settling in for the night.
Finally I ended up on the couch with CJ. We were watching Animal Planet and I guess it helped to bring out the animal in me. I started rubbing his cock through his trousers, smiling innocently as I worked on him. But his cock isn't innocent and it responded to my touch, growing and throbbing under my hand. It's a nice feeling - hard cock trapped inside a nice pair of pants.
I moved up towards him, kissed him, and lovingly unbuttoned his shirt (he was wearing one of my favorites last night). I let my mouth partake of every part of him from his earlobes, to his mouth, to his neck, and down his torso. I just savored the feeling of his skin-the feel of him.
In the middle of all this his hands moved under my tee-shirt to tease my bare nipples. He can tweak them just right way to get the juices flowing in my pussy. It's absolutely delicious.
He unbuckled and unzipped his pants. So many things around me can turn me on during a good love-making session. This is an example-the tinkle and clacking of a belt buckle. Last night was no exception.
I easily pulled off my tee-shirt and we kissed again. This time my bare breasts were pushing against his chest. CJ's a great kisser and nibbler.
Then just to be super yummy he pulled his cockhead out of his shorts. The elastic band held his dick against his stomach, but I still managed to draw that tasty cockhead into my mouth.
After some time kissing, nibbling, tit play, cock stroking, and sucking I yearned for the comfort of our king-size bed rather than the living room couch. I asked CJ to take me to bed. He gave me his sweet smile and obeyed. We walked up our spiral staircase together and continued our loving play in bed.
This isn't one of those entries where I go into great detail of CJ's and my techniques.
Rather, I want to express how beautiful the love-making was. CJ and I can fall into each other at times and it happened last night. It was wonderful how I feel him all over.
How I gave myself up to him, near the end saying, "Take me, just take me!"
Because of the way he teased me, with his hands, his mouth, and his cock, he made me cum over and over again.
He made scream in passion and pleasure, vowing to soak his balls with my juices.
His cock teased me with short and long strokes, and 'stirring' my soaking pussy.
It drove me to fuck him harder.
Once he was sure I had gone through waves of orgasm he exploded inside me. I swear I could feel his hot cum.
When we eventually got up to turn off the lights downstairs and feed the cat for the night, I saw evidence of my passion on him like I hadn't seen since we were in our 20's.
Observe the scratches of a happy lioness:

Well, that's my side of the story...maybe CJ sees it all a different way.
So this is our sign off for a while for the holidays. We can't guarantee regular posts after this evening.
Although I have been tagged and will fulfill that obligation soon.
The child is staying with us for the next week, and then we will be out of town for a few days.
CJ and I hope that all you all have a wonderful and happy holiday.
...Peace.

CJ's Around My Neck

I'm not a morning person at all so I plan my wardrobe for the next day before I go to bed.
As we were falling asleep in bed last night I decided I wanted to add something to the day's outfit.
I asked CJ for a black tie and he said 'sure'. This morning I put this on and headed out the door.
I like doing that every so often. It's like I have CJ with me all day. I wish I had thought to put a tiny dab of his cologne (either Gray Flannel or Polo Blue) on me.
Maybe next I should ask for a pair of his shorts...

Helpful hints

Tonight Deb and I decided to watch Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas; one of my favorite Johnny Depp movies about the exploits of one of my favorite writers: the late immortal Hunter S. Thompson.

Now I know that some did not find his prose profound, but I have always appreciated the utter genius of the brilliantly insane, and Fear is a wonderful example of the hallucinatory bloodlust of the late '60s and early 70's - a true paean to excess!

Anyway, I like to play a little game when I watch the movie, and Deb decided that she wanted to play along. It goes like this: every time you see Dr. Gonzo take a hit of something illegal, you have to drink a shot of tequila.
Now tequila and I are good friends, and as I have a profound respect for Las Mescallito, I only drink good tequila like Patron or in this case one of my favorites, a little number called Cazadores so I usually have not hangover the next day the way you would with cheaper varieties (say, like, anything made by Sauza)

Anyway, Deb dropped out about half-way through the movie with the excuse that she had to go to work tomorrow, and since Mescalito and I are such good friends, I trundled onward.

After the movie and much to my chagrin, she decided to change the code on her blog page, and within quick order had completely fucked it all to hell and back.
"I don't know what I did!! I copied the code back from a save, and the links to Clit Tickles are still fucked up!!!"
"It's a syntax error Deb", I said calmly
"No! It looks fine. There's nothing wrong with the syntax!! Oh shit! Now what????"
Now, she's the HTML and CSS queen and far be it for me to suggest the little I know, but it made sense that if Dreamweaver says (as well) that the syntax is bad, that the syntax is fucking bad!

That's the problem with Deb and tequila - she doesn't know she's druck untic shee sturts durring thins lick edtitititing brogs. ;)
Bet you thought that this was going to end up in a fuck session of massive proportions, didn't you? Nope. We both know better: alcohol dulls the senses.

So let that be a lesson to you kiddies: don't drink and blog!
(Me? My lesson is "don't drink and dial" - heh heh heh.)

So for us, if you went to the site last night and things were a bit helter skelter, don't blame it on Deb - blame it on good 'ol Doc Gonzo, me, and my friend Mescalito.

CJ's Favorite - HNT #4

CJ loves chokers. He finds them sexy, so when I found this one I had to buy it. Whenever I wear it he remarks on how much he likes it...I like that.
Tonight we went to a Christmas party for our apartment complex and wore it.
I thought my neck would be appropriate for HNT.

CJ's Blue Balls - CBW #6

I'd hate to think that something is lacking is CJ's life.
It seems as though he has blue balls!
Clever guy isn't he? It was especially fun because he sent this to me and I picked it up at work.
Yep, it's getting quite jolly in our household as we hope it is in all of yours.

For The Love Of Cock!

I have been relaxing today and came across a few articles about the love of cock, one from Desireous , one from Bedroom Dancer , and one from Regular Chick

They are different, yet inspiring. So not wanting to miss out on any inspiration I thought I would throw my two cents in, perhaps even prompting someone else to do their own take on the subject.


I too love and adore cock. If I didn't I couldn't expose and fantasize about it the way I do here.
One thing that has always stuck in my mind was how girls who liked were treated and thought of when I was in Junior and Senior High school, and to some extent even college. You know the old double standard: guys who fuck around are studs, girls who do it are sluts or whores.
I like to fuck.
I like cock.
It gets me extremely horny to be on my knees sucking off CJ's dick.
I like the taste of his cum and I like the smell of his balls.
I like seeing him naked and how my eyes immediately drop to his package and it makes me smile.
I like what I can do to a cock. I enjoy making them hard. I enjoy feeling that hardness and heat on just about any part of my body....against my face, in my mouth, between my tits, between thighs, inside me...anywhere.
I love the look of cock escaping from a man's shorts or pants, at attention...for me...anticipating what he will feel like.
I enjoy and have no problem begging for cock.
They're good.
They make me feel good.
And I plan to never stop enjoying that pleasure.

Big Balls

Yep, 'tis the season.
This is our first Christmas together in 19 years. We went shopping for ornaments today and I
guess we couldn't help ourselves and got frisky in the aisles.
Good thing CJ has a camera phone.

The Disciplinary Action - Part Two

A blindfold always afford a strange feeling, any touch seems to come from the air. The next thing I felt were Mr. C.’s hands throwing my skirt up, then cool air rushing across my thighs and ass. He nimbly tore my pantyhose down to my ankles, taking my panties along for the ride. I stepped out of them once I was instructed to spread my legs.
I think partially because this scenario was so unexpected and so weird, I could step away from myself. I could visualize myself in regards to what I must look like to Mr. C.: bent over his desk, my bare ass showing, legs spread, and finally a smooth pink pussy peaking out at him.
Nothing happened after I was unceremoniously stripped of my undergarments for a couple of minutes. I held my position, not moving, not wanting to jeopardize my job. Then I heard a familiar sound, the slapping of man meat.
All that went through my mind was ‘why is he jerking off?’, but at the same time I was almost grateful, maybe all he would do is cum on my ass.
The next sensation to come out of the sexy air around me was a warm, very wet, tongue on my asshole. He stopped momentarily to announce that, “Dirty Debbie needed her ass lubed up a bit first.”
He then returned to his job - probing my asshole with his tongue and fingering my pussy with one hand while the other kneaded an ass cheek. I couldn’t help but moan out; the blackness I was in intensified the pleasure my cunt and ass were feeling.

After some time and more moaning, I started pushing my ass backwards towards him. He stopped tonguing me and said, “Oh Dirty Deb you are a fucking slut, I knew you’d want it.”
Lubrication continued, this time with my own warm juices. His fingers painted those juices across my tight ring, then he dipped in hot wet cunt for more and inserted his now wet fingers into my asshole. I cried out as he fucked and spread open my asshole with his thumb and forefinger.
“Ready for your discipline Dirty Deb?”, he asked rhetorically as he stopped playing with me.

The next feeling really drove home how weird all this was. I felt and heard his belt land across my one ass cheek, then the other. I cried out again. He strapped the belt right under my navel and pulled up on it on either side of my hips, pulling me against his stiff cock as he drove it into my ass.
With each of his groans he pulled up on the strap and drilled seemingly deeper into me. I relaxed as best I could, but this was not lovemaking or even good casual sex, it was duty and I couldn’t wait for it to be over.
Another groan.
Another drill.
Another groan.
Then I felt a slap across my ass with his open hand.
“Learning you lesson Dirty Debbie?”, he grunted.
I didn’t answer quickly enough, provoking a deeper rip into my ass and another slap.

Soon the pace picked up, his breathing quickened, he pulled hard on the belt and screamed, “Fuck bitch!”
His cock was like a shotgun emptying hot cum in my ass.
He let go of the belt, pulled out of me, and removed my blindfold.
We got cleaned up and dressed without exchanging a word.
As I moved toward the door Mr. C. just said, “OK Debbie you can keep your job…for now. And don’t forget I expect to see this account in the blog…soon”
I nodded and left his office. When I got back to my desk I started writing this.
But please don’t tell Mr. C. - I did it on company time.

Finally I guess it just proves that sometimes you have to bend over and take one for the company.

The Disciplinary Action

I’ve been in the workforce, off and on, for a good 25 years now. One thing
I’ve learned about the people that are my co-workers along the way is that they are not really as they seem, but is who is right?
I often think that I would cause a bit of a ruckus if my blogland identity were to be found out.
I recently found out exactly the shape and form that ruckus would take.
……


I arrived at work on Monday on time and sat down at my desk ready to start my morning routine. The day didn’t seem that special to me, at least not yet. I’m not a morning person and the hot mug of French roast was helping to bring me to life only to be insulted by the glare off office fluorescent lights.
Since it was Monday, the Director of our division was in our office for his weekly visit. Usually he came in about an hour after me, but this morning he was early; apparently in a closed-door meeting with my immediate boss, not an unusual circumstance. About 20 minutes later the door opened. I looked up, smiled, and said “Good morning” in my daily receptionist style.
They did not return my smile or my greeting. I knew I was in trouble, bad-ass trouble.

I was called down the hall to the Director’s office. As I walked down the hall, I felt as though there were a hundred eyes on me. Once through the door my stomach started churning as he shut the door and locked it. He calmly and firmly told me to take a seat. He sat down across from me and dropped a bombshell by saying, “I know who you are.”
I was stunned and confused at the same time and answered with the stock reply of “What do you mean?”
All he had for me was a two-word reply, “Dirty Debbie”

It was almost surreal to hear my alter identity spoken at the office. My stomach did another turn, my heart started to pound, and I could feel my hands were becoming cold and damp. I crossed my legs, opened my mouth to speak, although thinking back to the moment I don’t know what I said. Mr. C. interrupted my attempt at speech with “Don’t lie, it’ll just make things
worse.”
I shut up with that comment. Now my nervousness turned to anger. I have thought in the past about my family, friends, or co-workers finding out about Dirty Debbie and what I would do. I always figured that if they were aware of my blog then they were surfing, reading, and looking at porn on the web and that meant we weren’t so different. I wanted to say this to Mr. C, but I figured I wouldn’t make a bad situation worse.
“We have rules in the company Debbie,” he said sternly.

Again, anger mixed with my uneasiness. My company isn’t mentioned anywhere in
my blog, and I’m doing this on my own time (well mostly). Isn’t this my private life?
“I’m afraid this is something we can’t tolerate, I’m going to have to let you go,” he said with no emotion.
My anger turned to heartbreak. I loved my job, I would do anything to keep it, and I told this to Mr. C. He looked straight at me, almost leering and said, “Let me think about this.”
I left his office and went to my desk to wait for his decision. I mulled over in my dirty little mind exactly what I would do to keep my job. I didn’t rule out much. Soon my phone rang and brought me out of my dirty considerations and back to reality. It was Mr. C. calling me back into his office. This time no one in the office seemed to be watching. I assumed that another, juicier piece of gossip had replaced my current predicament.
So I again entered the office and again the door was closed and locked.
There were a couple of things that had changed this time: the first thing that caught my attention is that Mr. C.’s computer was up and running and my blog was on the screen. The second thing I noticed was that Mr. C. was standing in front of me looking unforgiving, but with an obvious bulge in his pants.

I was terrified and excited at the same time. Actually, I was stumped, not knowing what to do or say, and I decided just to let nature take its course. Finally, he began speaking to me, but as though I was my blog persona.
“So Dirty Debbie can you guess what you have to do to save your job?”
I stupidly just shook my head ‘no’.
“Really, so you’re not all you say you are on your blog?”, he asked sarcastically.
Of course I am and I know this, but this whole situation was unexpected and unreal that I was thrown off my confident, assertive sexual self.

“Well Dirty Deb I’ve noticed something sorely lacking from your blog and I’ll be the one to help you fix the problem.” he said.
I asked him what that was. His answer wasn’t direct, but I understood it.
“You need some sex from my homeland”
His name ended in k-o-s so I knew he meant Greek. His looks were typical of his family, he was about 5 foot 10 inches, muscular build, olive skinned, wavy brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Actually, he wasn't a bad looking man at all. In the past, I had always got along with him and it
was strange to think about how I ended up where I was now.

“I think it’ll be your ass that will be the recipient of the disciplinary action and the permanent record of it will be on your blog.”
With that, he pushed me over the top of his desk. I turned around to see what was happening. His stiff cock was already pulled out of his pants and he was taking off his belt. He snapped at me to turn around and not to watch him.
I know that drill and I obeyed. All I wanted was my job, but now I going to get cock too. Everything now was only sensation, mostly touch and sound.
“In fact Dirty Deb I’m going to make sure you don’t try to look again,” Mr. C. said as I felt his expensive silk tie being tied across my eyes as a blindfold.

Next: Does Dirty Debbie get to keep her job?

A Must See

I just finished watching a movie that was so I good that I had to tell others about it:
Secretary
It's a must see, below is the description from Netflix:

Recently released from a mental hospital after treatment for self-mutilating tendencies, a young woman (Maggie Gyllenhaal) gets a job as a secretary for a successful attorney (James Spader) with a tendency toward angry disapproval. The mix of self-loathing (her) and egomania (him) leads them into a unique relationship charged with sadomasochism. This twisted, humorous tale of repressed passion marks Gyllenhaal's first starring role.

It's not only the sex, it's the whole look at love and finding the right person.
If you've already seen it, let me know what you thought, if not...rent it!

Now I can finish typing up my next story, I had to stop to fully enjoy the movie.

Trimming The Tree - HNT #3

This is one way to trim 'the tree' huh?
Just getting into the season.

Isn't it funny how things like this can so easily get 'out of hand'? The bulge under that shirt tail attracted me and I began massaging CJ. Soon his partially limp cock was growing...in my mouth.
This was all happening in the Dining Room...of course I had to eat him. I slurped and sucked on him, savoring CJ as I always do. I pulled up my shirt so he could squeeze my nipples, making my head bob faster on his shaft. Soon I had my hand down my pants, spreading my lips and teasing my own clit.
Although I love to have him in my mouth soon I was begging for him to fuck me. CJ always obliges my appetite and pulled my pants off quickly.
I rolled onto my stomach, presented my aching pussy to him and told him to just fuck me hard.
When I really need to get off, it's the best....doggie style, hard and fast.
I had been working on my next story for most of this afternoon and had gotten myself all worked up.
Rug burns are just a part of my life...lol
Now CJ is cooking dinner, it already smells great and I am feeling a lot more relaxed writing in my blog.

CJ Gets Creative - CBW #5

This was very amusing.
CJ sent this to me this afternoon. He actually took the pic while he was at work!
I think it's great to see Mr. Happy smiling like that.
Think he'll let me lick the pen off?
LOL

Technical Difficulties

Well, for some unknown reason I was unable to get to my site for about a day and I wasn't able to comment on any of fellow bloggers sites.
It seems as though my life has been full of technical difficulties in more ways than one for a week or so now.
Hopefully there should be some good shots to post for CBW and HNT this week.
Hold on....I'm cumming !

An Early Christmas

CJ and I got one of the most interesting and clever Christmas gifts today. It's our first Christmas in blog land. It came in the nick of time.

Thank you again Married In Ohio

Check out what they gave us at:
Blogger Christmas

So even though I have missed CBW and HTN this week, I think I'll have a story going again at the beginning of next week.

Getting There

Briefly, so you all know I'm still here

We had a great Thanksgiving, my Mom was here for the whole weekend.
After four days off from work, I'm now very busy and I'm training a new person.
I've started my online and catalogue Christmas shopping.
We haven't taken any pics lately and even though I have ideas for stories I can't seem to get them onto paper right now. I can't pull into that place in myself. I'm sure inspiration will come along and my writing chi will become unblocked.
Until then I am enjoying reading all your blogs and as always, your comments are kind and enlightening.
Who knows maybe CJ will have a burst of creativity.
Until then keep enjoying each other.

I Am Thankful For Cock - CBW #4

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Turkey and Stuffing (a little early)

CJ and I do enjoy our weekends.
They are not only productive, but the calm together is treasured. One of our rituals is to watch Sunday Morning on CBS together, and this past weekend we knew we had a big chore ahead of us - Thanksgiving shopping, so we vowed when the show was over we’d get dressed and get out the door.
Some how that’s not quite what happened.

Isn’t funny that sometimes when you fall into each other you can’t even remember how it started? This time feels that way.
There I was, on the couch, kissing him, nibbling his neck, feeling the warm skin of his neck envelop my face. He held me, kissed me back, caressed me, and his hands are always so warm, they call to me. I hold on to him by gently holding his neck. The way we kiss, we feel each other’s tongues dance, the way we touch, it’s a though we say without words “Hey there, I know you, I remember you from before time”

His hands move down to my breasts, my tits magnificently fill up both his hands. He milks me, knowing my tits are hardwired to my pussy and what it does to me.
As my nipples wake up to his touch, my knee gently moves between his thighs. We sway, holding on, together in our physical love.
I can feel his hot cock and must suck it. I have to have him. I’m such a cockwhore sometimes, but I love him and his dick.
He spreads his legs and loosens the belt of his deep blue velour robe. As his cockhead peaks out over the folds of clothing and I bend over to eat it, CJ watches as his red meat disappears down my throat.
The feeling of him in my mouth along with the tittie play has caused my temperature to rise and I am becoming uncomfortablely warm. As I suck CJ off I use one hand to unbutton my nightshirt, I tell CJ I need a more comfortable place.
“Like where?” he answers
Luckily our guest room, along with a queen-sized bed, is downstairs. I pointed to that room and said, “There’s a bed in there.”
We stood and kissed, finally letting our clothes drop off.

We moved to the bed in tandem, CJ moving on top of me to begin his feast of the goddess. Soon he is lovingly sucking my nipples, his moustache brushing across my skin, it’s more sensitive from the heightening of pleasure he is giving me. I get more turned on watching him. The way my tits are forced all over his face when he pushes down on them.
“Suck me now,” I demand.
My ass and hips begin to rock and circle, legs spread wider. He continues his feast of the goddess by moving down and slurping at my pussy. I spread my lips for him, wanting his tongue so badly I ache. His wet, expert tongue heats up my cunt more.

As my hands leave my lips, I run my fingers through his hair and tell him what a good man he is. Several different sensations are running through my body, the flicks across my clit, the circling of his tongue between my inner lips, the soft feeling of his lips on my pussy lips, and every so often, flicks against my hot hole. Goddess I’m so glad I shaved my pussy! It’s so intense now!
Aching for release, and he knows it, he soon slips his fingers into my hot, ripe cunt.
It’s isn’t enough, I moan and pull him towards me, and I know that my eyes are begging for cock.
I get it, and we quickly start fucking like bunnies. He can give me those nice long thrusts with two quick ones that gets me where I’m going even faster.
So after about 30 minutes from start to finish (a quickie for us) I cum a couple times and I’m more than ready to meet the day.

My pussy after being eaten, fingered, and fucked by my favorite man is a wonderful site:











The day did not end there, but then there was the Thanksgiving shopping to do and time, tide, and the crowds at Wegman’s wait for no man or goddess.
That evening we were at it again.
I got a good idea for cock-blogging Wednesday, but somehow it turned into something else. That story when I post the pics on Wednesday.

Ten Guys Fill A Hole-The Answer

They closed in on me; two removed the rest of my clothing. No one spoke - there was no need. The air around me was filled with the tantalizing, tempting, musky smell of man. That musk always draws me to cock, always. The foreman stepped up to the plate first, grabbed my head, and pushed it on to his thick hot meat. He slid over my tongue, his cockhead soon tickled the back of my throat, and that basic instinct hit me – s u c k , suck bitch!
He moaned out his approval.
Most of the crew started beating their meat or massaging their balls now. One moved next to me to fondle and play with my tits, another started spanking my ass while licking around my asshole and between the puffy lips of my pussy, still another shoved three fingers into my soaking wet cunt.
The others that were still standing by, jerking off, urged them all on. All the sensation, all over my body was exhilarating. I moaned, or least as best I could with a thick cock stuffing my face. This seemed to take him over the edge and I soon felt and tasted the tang of his milk shoot down my throat. He pulled out of my mouth and again, almost instantly, another different smelling, different tasting cock was pushing through my lips, wanting the attention of my tongue, my mouth, and my throat. The sucking and slurping sound of me eating dick again filled the room. The guy behind me stopped eating my asshole and forced his cock up my ass. I groaned in surprise. It only took a couple minutes of pumping and spanking my ass until he was shooting his load. Soon after that, I swallowed more hot cum.
Things were starting to become a blur when they picked me up and put me down on the kitchen table. I was on my back, surrounded by my man crew. One of the bigger guys mounted me, my head fell back over the edge of the table, and I was introduced to yet another tasty dick. The thrusts into my slippery pussy facilitated my face fuck.
Others encircled me again, sucking and biting my tits, and then I felt the magic feeling of a tongue enveloping my clit. This time I let the cock in my mouth fall out so I could release a loud moan of ecstasy. He didn’t seem to mind and finished by jerking off on my tits. My tits were shoved up to my mouth and I licked them clean of his cum. By now I had lost track of how many guys had mounted me, fucked me, cum in me, had cum on me, or I had sucked off.
The sharp, musky smell of sex was heavy in the air. I felt drunk. My entire body felt as though there were no bones in it. The pleasure was incredible.
I had cum on the cocks of, and soaked the balls of ten fine men. My pussy was swollen and ached, my ass burned from being spanked and fucked, my jaws hurt from sucking, my nipples stung from being tugged at and bitten, and I loved it all.

My once strong, at attention army of cocks, had stepped back away from me, no longer at attention, flaccid now and dressed in my salvia, pussy juices, or some combination there of. The smiles were larger than they were at first on the highway. This time I smiled and gave each one an individual, snappy salute. With that, they tucked their cocks back in their pants, zipped up, and marched out. I got up off the table, wiped up what I could and got dressed. I looked forward to getting home and soaking in the tub, for a very long time. I hobbled back over to the window, the crew was finishing up, and we waved at each other. As they drove away, I realized that I now knew the answer to that age-old question – why it took ten guys to fill a hole.

What age-old question will be answered next? When will Debbie be full? How does CJ do it? Why is Deb such a ‘sucker’ for bad boys?

Why Does It Take Ten Guys To Fill A Hole?

Towards the end of the day I was warming up a cup of coffee in the microwave in preparation for my drive home.
The office was empty and as I waited for that familiar ding that let me know my java was hot. I looked out the window. On the street below were ten workers from the highway department working at filling a large pothole. Seeing that only about four guys were really working I thought about something I’m sure has passed through all our minds at one time or another, especially while driving: “Why does it seem to take ten guys to fill a hole?”
At that moment the microwave demanded my attention. I got my cup, but went back to the view out the window. Most of the guys were quiet nice looking. I sipped my coffee, took a deep breath, let the caffeine slowly hit my body, and that’s when:

…….

One of the nicer looking, more muscular guys looked up and saw me. It wasn’t too hard to see the office; we’re only on the second floor. It’s strange, but it seemed as though the rest of the world either disappeared or wasn’t paying attention to the workers. More of the guys looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back coyly and daintily waved. They were ‘bad boys’, I could tell, and I’m a sucker for bad boys. I sipped on my warm java some more and it was as though I was taken to a calm place where these men below me had complete control. I put my cup down and kept gazing outward at the landscape of men below. Tingles, ever so light began to radiate over my body. I could feel my nipples tighten and become hard. I could feel my skin dampen and the temperature rise ever so slightly. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and they seemed to fly down past my navel to the walls of my woman hood, starting to make my pussy slippery. My breasts needed to feel a loving hand so I unbuttoned the first two buttons of my blouse and began to caress them, still standing right at the window.

The feeling was marvelous and the guys below seemed to enjoy it. Quickly the show progressed; I unbuttoned all the button, removed my blouse, and pulled my 40 D’s out of the prison of their bra cups. I pressed my tits up against the window. The cool glass was a terrific sensation and one hand slipped down to massage my now aching mound through the fabric of my jeans. The guys below hooted and tore off their shirts; some chests were hairy, some almost bare, some in between. The guys quickened the pace; most had undone their belt buckles and holding their crotches, making all kinds of lewd gestures at me. I loved it for some reason; maybe it was that I knew they were just being their bad selves.

Again, the whole situation just took me over. I rotated my hips and shook my tits for them. I could seem most of their hard-ons making bulges in their work pants by now. I moved and did what I thought they would want, it was like telepathy, I just went with it. I took off my shoes and slid my jeans slowly down my legs; I exposed the purple and black satin thong I was wearing. More applause, whistling, and gestures ensued. I turned around bent over and pushed my ass against the glass, this of course, presented a glimpse of my pussy to the crew below. Suddenly I didn’t hear anything, no hoots, no applause, nothing. When I turned around to see what was happening they had all pulled their dicks out and were just smiling at me. It was as though an army of cocks were standing at attention for me. They were all wonderful in their own way. I marveled and enjoyed the art of man before me. Different lengths, different girths, different balls, some that took a little hook at the cock head, and some were even twitching. I gave the best salute I could to them and applauded. This seemed to make them turn into little boys, laughing, excited, and hopeful.

Nothing seemed to exist but my body and theirs. My thought process seemed to be purely animalistic. I was on auto-pilot, almost not knowing what my body would tell me to do next. Then it decided: I opened my mouth slightly, licked my lips, and waved the crew upstairs. Strangely and happily enough it seemed as though there were there, in my office, instantaneously. Like magic, I was in our employee kitchen surrounded by ten men with throbbing, hot hard-ons. What’s a girl to do? What’s Dirty Debbie to do? I smiled and fell to my knees.

A Shout Out

I just got done chatting via AOL's AIM with a fellow sexblogger.
It's the first time I've had an actually real time chat with one of kindred spirits of sex blog land.
It was fantastic.
You know who you are...thanks for the mental stimulation.
Not to worry, I'll get that email off to you....promise.
See you soon.

The Sale

Soon I whispered in her ear: “I want you, is that all right Mary?” She moaned and nodded, and I took the bullet out of her and turned off all the toys, at least temporarily. After telling her that I had never been with a woman before, but for some reason I had been attracted to her, she expressed that it was the same for her. I told her I believed that no one could pleasure a female like another female and I wanted to be that woman for her. She instructed me to be quiet and began to strip for me. When she was down to her pink satin panties and bra I said “Please, allow me” Unhooking her bra, I reveled in watching those milky white breasts spill out, her nipples already hard. I stroked her, moving my hands down her sides and to the elastic of her panties. My fingers grasped the panties and worked them down her legs, and as she stepped out of them I began to lightly run my fingers over her body. Her pussy was beautiful, it’s scent was delicious, tempting, inviting. Her tits filled up my hands and I pulled on her nipples.
“Yes….wonderful” she told me.

“You’re wonderful Mary” I replied as I stood up and took my turn in becoming naked. Once I had that outer shell off she marveled at the lingerie I had chosen. She moved closer to me and wrapped her hands around my legs, and moved them up the silkiness of my stockings. Then she explored my curves, skin, and body the way I initially did with her. Even though my panties were crotchless and my bra open, she wanted them off.
“I don’t want anything is the way of your skin” she explained,
“But damn, leave on those naughty stockings!”

I would oblige her anything now so I allowed her to remove my bra and panties. We embraced and kissed again, falling onto the couch where we became entwined. I was on top of her, now allowing my mouth to search out those hard nipples of hers. Once found, I brought one into my mouth and suckled her like a newborn. It’s how I felt, newly-born. I wanted to relish her tits so I squeezed them together, licking both breasts and sucking both nipples into my mouth. My tongue encircled and flicked her nipples as I listened to her moans of pleasure. Quickly I devoured both nipples, again suckling. She held onto me and began to rock against me. I just couldn’t get enough of her wonderful tits. I licked, kissed, caressed, squeezed, and loved them every way I knew how.
“I’m so hot Debbie, cool me off” she pleaded as her hands grasped my swinging tits, tweaking and pulling my nipples.

I told Mary that I would cool her off in a minute. I got up and got a small jar from the table, the slim vibrator, and poured another glass of wine. I opened the jar and rubbed the green, minty smelling gel over her nipples and turned on the vibrator. Mary looked with anticipation into my eyes. I blew on her tits causing a chilled feeling where the gel was and ran the vibrator up her slit to her rosebud clit at the same time. She cried out in ecstasy and I almost came just knowing that I could do that to her.
I stopped, grabbed my wine glass and said: “I want to propose a toast to you Mary”.

I spread her swollen pussy lips, poured the chilled wine onto her flower and dove in to explore her with my tongue. First I lapped up the mixture of her juices with the wine from her asshole to her now purple and swollen clit, then encircled her clit with my tongue and then my mouth. She spread her legs wide to allow me all the access I needed or wanted. Pardon the cliché, but it’s true: her scent and taste were intoxicating, better than I had hoped for. That, mixed with her moans, coos, and cries couldn’t have made me happier. I sucked her clit into my mouth and took the time to find just the right spot to tantalize her with my tongue.

I easily slipped two fingers into her now dripping pussy as I kept playing her clit with my tongue. All these new sensations! I loved it. Now it was the feeling of smooth, silky, hot pussy clamping onto my fingers as I ate Mary’s lips and clit while slowly finger fucking her. I removed my dripping fingers from her hot box and instructed Mary to taste herself. She giggled and licked herself off my fingers.
“Make me cum again Debbie”, she begged.
I slurped at her cunt some more, then shoved the bigger ribbed vibrator into her tight pussy, fucking her with it.

Pushing down on her mound I quickly found her g-spot and she exploded after only a couple minutes of massaging. As she cried out, I moved up and kissed her. She took the vibrator out herself and told me how badly she wanted to feel those naughty stockings of mine around her face. Could I have found a kindred spirit when it came to my love of lingerie and natural fabrics? Mary started kissing my neck and took her time exploring my body with her lips and hands. Kissing and caressing my shoulders, licking and biting my nipples, then back to kissing across my stomach, finally reaching my mound, but bypassing it, she licked and kissed my inner thighs, tugging at my stockings as at the same time.

Mary moved back up towards my hot hole and I pulled her head towards me. Damn I wanted a woman’s tongue on my cunt! Spreading my lips wider, she smiled and dove down, taking a long (not to mention loud), slurp up my pussy. She did this several times; I think just to hear my moans afterwards. Deftly flicking her tongue across my clit making my pussy ache even more for release, Mary nibbled my clit now enjoying her feast.

I wanted to give her what she wanted, so I pulled up towards her and wrapped my stocking clad legs around the sides of her face, holding her to my steaming cunt. I was getting near to that certain edge, and I wanted her to take me over. She was moaning in my pussy and that felt better than any toy I had.

Then Mary took me somewhere I had never been before, that special gratification only a woman could give me. She encircled my inner lips with her tongue, sucking, nibbling, tugging them, then plunged her now seemingly expert tongue into my hot pussy, at the same time shoving her thumb up my ass. I grasped her tongue, fucked her face, then came on it, loud groans signaling my pleasure. I loosened my legs and freed her. Her nose and lips glistened with my juices. We then kissed deeply and rested in each other’s arms for a while. I got up and made some tea for the both of us. Once we were relaxing on the couch savoring our orange spice, I did the sales pitch. It was sort of fun to be naked, relaxing with my friend new intimate friend.
“So Mary would you like to order some of the toys?”
“Well Debbie I can’t deny your sales technique, so, sure!”

I got the order forms set up along with a catalogue that we flipped through together. It included some, shall we say, more exotic items like strap-ons, paddles, and handcuffs. I packed up the toys she ordered that I had in stock, but had to explain that other things, like the butterfly and some other accessories had to be special ordered and told her that I would let her know when they came in, and asked if we could have another ‘party’ when arrived. Mary smiled and graciously, and with a wicked grin said that she would enjoy that very much and would look forward to it.

Eventually we were dressed and it was time for Mary to leave. She kissed me on the cheek and said, “You sure know how to throw a party Deb”

What's The Buzz?

CJ found this cute little toy on the web and sent it onto me.
I just had to share.
Unfortunately it isn't available in the US
You can take a peak at it at Love Honey

It is described as:

iBuzz Music Activated Sex Toy

PRE-ORDER NOW - EUROPEAN DELIVERY ONLY! A super-fun sex toy that plugs into your iPod! The music-activated vibrating bullet stimulates you in time with your favourite music. Order now for despatch as soon as iBuzz stocks reach the UK next week!

Toy Time

Mary’s urging made me feel more comfortable, less self-concious, so I dove in.
I started with my personal favorite, a slim vibrator that allowed for a myriad of different jackets. I showed it to her, turned it on, and explained that it was a beginner’s toy. Some of my favorite attachments were next. Again, I started with my favorite: a sort of flower type of jacket that is perfect for a clit tickle.
Mary’s eyes were as big as saucers as I moved through my attachments from clit ticklers, g-spot massagers, and even a nicely shaped cock jacket. She sort of shifted on the couch as I started my talk about eggs and bullets.
Although there were plenty of dildos on the table, I made that
presentation brief and finished off with last of the toys in my personal arsenal - a six inch Kama Sutra vibrator. This toy has a textured head that could be used either as a clit tickler or a g-spot massager, and it was heaven inside me. I turned it on, this time handing it over to Mary.
“What do you think?” I said
What happened next absolutely shocked me and sent my mind and body into a heightened sense of hope and pleasure. Mary spread her legs, hiking up her floral print skirt and showing off to me her pink satin bikini panties. There was already a damp spot darkening the satin.
“Can you help me with this Debbie?” she said, almost shyly.
As she made her request she pulled her panties over to expose that fine pussy of hers, the pussy I had been waiting to know, to explore, to please. I got on my knees in front of her and guided her hand to her clit and put the head against one side of her swollen nub, not wanting to directly stimulate her. Mary let out a small coo and began to circle her clit with the toy. I watched closely, her wet pussy glistened and I appreciated the beauty of the blossoming flower of her womanhood.
“Join me Debbie, I showed you mine, now show me yours” she said as she played with herself, finding all her pleasure spots with her vibrator. I took her up on her offer, sitting in a comfortable chair across from her. I took my favorite toy off the table: the slim vibrator with the flower jacket sleeve. I spread my legs, bent my knees and pulled them to my chest. Mary smiled when she saw my crotchless panties.
“Watch this” I boasted to her. I turned on my toy and let the petals play first with my clit, then traveled down my wet slit to my asshole and back. Soon the room was filled with the soft hum of our toys and our deep moans and giggles. I ached for her now. I watched as she slipped the vibrator into her hole and I thought how I wanted that to be my fingers. As I felt the petals tickle my clit and lips I dreamed of it being Mary’s tongue. I needed to get closer to her so I picked up a small egg vibrator and some Astroglide™ “Here let’s try this” I said as I sat on the couch next to her.
“You just keep doing what your doing” I said as I lubed up the egg and turned it on low. I ran it over and around her asshole. I gently inserted the egg into her tight butthole. She moaned in surprise and delight.
“Relax” I told her as I leaned over, kissed her, and her ass to the wonders of that gentle vibration. She kissed me back, dropped the toy, and pulled me closer.
‘This is it….finally’ I thought to myself as I felt the warmth of her mouth, the feel of her skin as I kissed her neck, the curves of her breasts as they pushed against me.

Next: The Sale

To Boldly Go Where I've Never Been Before

I found this entry typed up but not posted, I figured better late than never:

Before I started this blog I was the type of person that enjoyed trying new things, exploring the world around me, and especially, exploring my inner self. All three of those types of explorations have led me to liking new foods (lately the examples include sushi and caviar), traveling (lately the examples include Paris and London), and knowing my spirit (lately the examples are becoming Wicca and being sexually free).

I just can't seem to get over how my sexual being is still expanding. The latest expansion comes from the humble act of shaving, shaving my pussy, and letting CJ take pictures of me, then I started taking pictures of him. I was afraid I wouldn't like what I saw. I warned CJ that I would need 'reassurance'. Other men have wanted to take pictures of me, but I never allowed it. When I looked at those first pictures I was actually turned on. I said to CJ "I'm beautiful when I'm blowing you", he agreed and told me that I'm always beautiful. I think it's things like that and that special indescribable 'something' that we have that has cast me away on my newest adventure.

What will be next?
I don't know, but I've long had a motto of "I'll try anything once, and some things twice"
I like surprises and wait to see. Even today was a little different, the feel and thought of my bare pussy kept me damp this morning. So for now I think the cruise director on my ship of fantasies becoming realities will include the following activities:

Role-playing
Short movies
Hot wax
Satisfaction for the bi-curious part of me.

Finally, it has been the people like my readers and the other writers that I read on a regular basis that have made me feel welcome and helped kick start my explorations. It was great finding all you kindred spirits out there.

So, let the games begin.

BTW: the promised Toy Time post will be soon.

So Many Toys, So Few Pussies

Has your curiosity ever gotten the best of you?
As I look back on the following incident I think of it as a perfect example in more ways than one.

I had a special kind of 'horniness' lately, the kind I didn't believe a man could fulfill. Recently I had read about the Tupperware party of the 21st century - sex toys and lingerie parties, sometimes called “pajama” parties.
I don't have a lot of female friends, let alone ones I feel comfortable enough to do that with, but it still intrigued me. I was very set on relieving this special need, and my hedonistic mind was working on a deceptive way to do it.
One of my sayings in life that I live by is: "Sometimes when your ship doesn't come in, you have to row out to it"

I decided I was going to satisfy myself, and got on the website to sign up for a Ladies Toy Party
The items I ordered were express mailed to me overnight along with forms, instructions, and ideas for the 'hostess'.
When I opened the boxes it seemed like an absolute treasure trove. I love nice lingerie and have for years; it's only recently that I've discovered the wonders of dildos, bullets, butterflies, vibrators, rabbits, etc. The three boxes now on my living room floor were full of all this! I started thinking about how much my guest would enjoy these treasures. Yes, I purposely used the singular - guest.
I wanted “her”. I needed to explore “her” and explore myself at the same time.
We met at work years ago and a friendship quickly formed. She was a couple of years older than me and had the classic good looks of a middle aged woman with curves in all the right places, and I wanted to run my hands over all of them.
“Her” name is Mary, and I had shared everything from recipes to drinks after work, to the ups and downs of our relationships with men.
The next day I sent her one of the invitations that came in the hostess kit, and she sort of surprised me by saying "yes" right away.
I smiled, tingled inside, and wondered at the way she was looking right into my eyes. Could she possibly know my plan? Was she even hatching one of her own?

I planned the 'party' for Saturday afternoon, that way we would both be fresh. I spent the first part of Saturday getting the house ready and setting up my displays. After that was all done I began to ready myself both physically and emotionally.
The physical part was easy: a little trim of my light brown bush, a nice soak in the tub with my favorite sea salts, and that little once over you give yourself to fix any small flaws you can find.
The emotion part was a lot more difficult.
I had to keep myself from being caught up in a whirlpool with such a range of emotions! This could be my first time with another woman, and my range of feelings went from excitement and arousal to guilt and fear.

I knew that I would feel better if I took the time to decide on the lingerie I wanted to wear. It helps to make me feel beautiful and the feelings of the materials were familiar against my skin, they calmed me, and it helped.
I finally decided that I would stop beating around the bush (so to speak) dressing and acting the part I was playing: the aggressor.
The delicate white lace of the bra I chose slipped between my fingers as I took it out of my bureau. It was a peek-a-boo shelf bra.
Next I felt the mixture of lace and satin of the panties I was pulling up my legs. They were pale purple and crotchless.
Completing the special under-dressing were my nude thigh high stockings with scalloped lace at the top.
My outer clothing hid the desires that my under garments showed with a flare; a dark blue skirt above the knee, but not too short, hid the panties and the fact I was wearing thigh highs, not panty hose. A simple V neck button light wool blouse hid the way I was lifting and decorating my breasts.

The hour of our destiny neared. I went downstairs to chill some Chardonnay and run my plan through my dirty little mind one more time.
My daydream was broken with the ring of the doorbell, and my pussy tingled immediately as I jumped to answer the door.
I quickly told Mary to come in and ushered her into my den.
Even at her age she giggled at the sight of the toys being displayed there.

Everything about Mary seemed perfect on this sunny Saturday afternoon...her wavy brown hair, warm hazel eyes, round and full breasts, round hips, and shapely legs. Along with her physical traits she was intelligent, warm, outgoing, and friendly. All these traits drew me to her; drew me to wanting to pleasure her.

I poured the wine as we sat on the couch, and started my pitch on the toys. She stopped me instantly, asking where everyone else was. I had almost forgotten about my deception, but I answered without flinching: "I'm sorry Mary, you were the only one I invited" I said apologetically.
She looked puzzled at first, but then a glint of understanding, recognition? It was that look I got when I gave her the invitation.
I wasn't sure what signal I saw showing through, but it emboldened me.
"Take it away Deb" she said, giggling again, this time with help of the wine.

Next: Toy Time!

A Promised Pic

After reading Aroused Girls post on clit jewelry I promised in my reply to her the following pic from my collection. It was easily applied with CJ's help and some lube.



*a quick note for the fans of my fiction stories, I have not forgotten you...there are a couple ideas I am putting to paper now...I hope to have part one up on Monday...thanks for your patience.

Have Far Would You Go?

CJ and I were having an interesting discussion on the way to dinner tonight.
When it was all said and done CJ suggested I should put the idea on the blog so here goes...

Years ago when I was into cybering, every so often I would get involved in face to face relationships with the guys I met online.
One such relationship lasted about 2 years (this was about 10 years ago), but it was a long distance one.
We were able to meet twice during that time.
I traveled 500 miles to meet him, he traveled over 1500 miles.

So...
How far have you gone just to get fucked by the person you want?

Have A Good Day

You flashed me as I left for work
I walked down the hall -
   Smiling
This afternoon -
   I still smile
Thank you

Why I Love To Have You CJ

I'd like to take some time to share many of the reasons I love to have CJ.
I know I've mentioned some things in previous posts, but I'm in the mood to just let it all spill out.
I do not need a man to 'complete' me. I'm not that kind of woman. I found that out during our 17 year separation. But I do need CJ to make me whole, it's different. It's as though he amplifies me!
He is part of a tuning process.

It's that I can look at him at 45 and always see the 19 year old I met and fell in love with.
It's that I find his eyes beautiful, they have a starburst. They can look very impish at times and that makes me smile. When he is inside me and looks straight at me a circuit is completed.
The feel and smell of his skin. The fact that I seem to know every inch of his body, intimately and that he knows my skin just as well.
That our love-making really, truly seems to make love. We create us, the one, the magic where the whole is more than the sum of it's parts. Once we even created our wonderful daughter - the star-child.
The freedom his love creates for me in bed with him. It makes me less venerable and more open to try new things. He seems to revel in the way I enjoy this.
The perfection of being tender when I need tender. Being strong when I need strength, and everything else along that spectrum.
He makes me feel so good and easily takes it in when I return the love I am receiving from him.
Finally, it is all one symphony consisting of the way he holds me, kisses me, caresses me, whispers to me, rocks me, devours me, tickles me, knows me, enjoys me, accepts me, and spoils me in bed, and yes, always remember amplifies me.

Debbie Does CJ

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Cockblogging Wednesday - CJ #3

Yummy....
CJ jerking off and hard as steel.

Tag You're It

I got this one from Always Aroused Girl

1. Delve into your blog archive. Done

2. Search the archives for the 23rd post. Yep, done too.

3. Find the 5th sentence, or closest to. This is it: He returns to our bed.

4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas.
Well, they say brevity is the soul of wit and this sentence seems to prove it.The two words that are my favorite in it are returning and our, they just make me think of the love we have.

5. Tag 5 people to do the same. Hmmm...only five, how about:
The Teacher and The Biker
The Insatiable Mr W
Derek and Renee
The Juicy Pair
The Venting Housewife

Back Home

Greetings.
I did not let the cold take hold of me so I am doing well.
CJ and I spent a long weekend at my mom's doing some chores for her and taking care of some business that I had.
We slept in our daughter's old room in bunk beds...what a drag. It was strange getting into bed at night and not having that hand to hold for a few moments before we fall asleep.
The first night there apparently CJ got up with a raging hard-on. When he told me about it the next morning I told him I would have helped him out somehow.
He said I was sick to think of having sex in our daughter's room.
LOL...it was no biggie to me, but I can see it being different with Daddy.

We did get a lot done, but we returned home last night around 6:00pm and were absolutely beat.
I have put off doing some stuff at home now, laundry, food shopping, etc (eww...doesn't that make sound so domestic?...lol) so I'm not sure if I will get Debbie Does CJ done tonight, if not it should be the next day.
I'm also hoping to get to a good story in the next couple of days.

You know that once Thanksgiving arrives, nothing will be right again schedule wise until the New Year and all the holiday stuff is packed away for another year.

Weekend Plans

Notice:
We are taking the weekend off to visit Mom up north.
I'm starting to feel as though I'm getting sick, so I am taking this long weekend for some down time.
CJ and I will return Monday evening.
I'll even let you know what the next post will be: Debbie Does CJ, a wonderful tale told mostly with pictures.
...yummy

Half - Nekkid Thursday - #2

Happy HTN
CJ and DD playing footsie...how cute!

Cockblogging Wednesday - CJ #2

Happy CBW
Welcome to my kink...the sight of a handsome, stiff cock sticking out of pants at attention for me.
I don't know why that makes me so hot, it just does.
To quote CJ:

so I stood up and slowly unzipped my trousers just the way I know that she likes, allowing her to see the head of my cock poking precariously out of my bikini underwear, erect, and standing at attention.

This pic is perfect: CJ plus my kink.

The Other Side

Thanks CJ, you are too kind....
I love you.

I liked seeing CJ's side of things. He brought up things that I haven't thought about mentioning in the past. Things like how I shake after a couple good orgasms, or how wet I can get, or that almost drunk feeling I have after being filled up with CJ's cock and my entire body having been worshipped by the rest of him.
I think the blog is much more complete with CJ adding his feelings, both physical and emotional to the mix.

I sure there will be more to cum....

A close shave

The phone call started out innocently enough; I was picking up a few last minute things for our Samhain fest at one of the local party stores, and thought I would ask Dirty Debbie what kind of mask she would like, because she was sans mask at the moment.
"I don't care - just hurry home, NOW - I need you!" the mistress of the dark commanded.
I knew from her tone of voice that she was somewhat serious, and that something was most definitely up.
Quickly paying for my purchases, I exited the store and drove hurriedly home, wondering just what Deb had gotten herself into.

Arriving home a short time later, Deb was nowhere to be found, so I mounted the staircase to the loft in search of the Goddess, only to find her spread out nekid on our bed , surrounded by her "toys", and looking very bear way down yonder.
"I need your expert opinion, and some assistance." she purred, spreading her legs out for me to see a gloriously shaved bald pussy just aching for my attention.
"I can't see all the way down there, and I think I missed a spot.."

Now Deb hadn't wanted to be bald as a cue ball in her neither regions before, so the sight of her smooth cunt was something of a pleasant shock to behold.
Coming closer, she reminded me that I needed to use baby powder with her new trimming tools, and reaching for the talc, I spilled too much on her, as she reminded me that there was a fine makeup brush for which to spread it upon the area to be shaved.
Stoking her gently with the brush, she clenched her fists and tensed up, and I knew from her reaction that she had been playing with one of her toys while awaiting my arrival.

Reaching for the razor, I finished quickly what she had started, leaving her clean and smooth.
While spreading the powder around some more in order to get every last hair, I couldn't help myself from gently manipulating her pussy, rubbing her clit in a circular motion, pressing my fingers into her flower ever so slowly as I brought her clitoris to a fully erect state.

Mmmm... I so enjoy seeing Debbie's clit so aroused, so I decided to put the brush down along with my glasses, and taste the dew that was emanating from her flower.
"Ahhhhhhh.... Ohhhhh.... Ooooooo!"
"Ahhhhh ahhh ahhh..."
Now with these moans emanating from the Goddess, who could help but not want to push a finger or two up her pussy in order to get to the internal G spot; could you?
Licking her rapidly with my tongue, I quickened my pace until Deb arched her back in a spasm of orgasm, climaxing in a rush of sweet fluid from between her thighs.

Faced with this visage, what was a boy to do but show her that I too was aroused, so I stood up and slowly unzipped my trousers just the way I know that she likes, allowing her to see the head of my cock poking precariously out of my bikini underwear, erect, and standing at attention.
The gleam in Deb's eyes told me what she wanted next.. Mr. Happy in her mouth.

Now Deb doesn't exaggerate about how much she likes to suck cock, and quite frankly, she's a pro when it comes to fellatio, so when she put her lips around my mushroom, it was like velvet.
Slurping furiously, she devoured my cock like a creamsicle, while slowly massaging my balls to the point that I could no longer stand.
Pushing her down on the bed, I stopped to behold the joy of bald pussy lips, and her still aroused clit, basking in a sight that I had not beheld in quite a long time.
Still slippery from my finger fucking, I couldn't hold back any longer, and placed my cockhead on her cunt lips, making slow strokes in and out as she likes before I plunge headlong (so to speak) into her well lubricated pussy.
"Ahhhh!" I said to myself, "There's nothing like the feeling of Deb's pussy." So tight, so smooth, yet yielding to my whims while silently begging me to fuck her like a stallion.

Friendly readers, when Dirty Debbie cums, it gushes, and she knows it. "I'm going to soak your balls with my cum!" she intoned throatily, and that she did. Three times.
Faster and faster I rode her, building to that moment of ecstasy where we join together as one, when suddenly she looked into my eyes terrified and said "Oh crap! This is the WORST possible day we could be doing this!!!"
Fuck.
Not wanting to be a buzz kill, something clicked in my brain and even though I was just about to burst my hot jizz inside her, I used a Hindu technique that I learned long ago and instead, emptied my cum into my bladder instead of Deb's throbbing (no exhaduration) pussy. Pulling out to check for the dreaded precum, I saw nothing, and knew my training was still in tact.

No matter. There was still pussy to fuck, I was hot, and Deb was still horny as hell.
Lets just end it this way: Dirty Debbie lived up to her name this time like every time, and bravely staggered downstairs after our ordeal to continue her preparations for our party, even though her hands and most of her body were still shaking.
Needless to say, she was pretty worn out this morning, and went to work sore from the workout and our orgasmic cosmic climax.

Thinking

Dirty Debbie is thinking about her next post.
Will it be a work of fiction?
Will it be an accounting of her with CJ?
Maybe just some musings on being a sexblogger.
We shall see
But for now, Dirty Debbie sits and 'thinks'

Happy Halloween

H A P P Y
H A L L O W E E N ! !

I don't know whether this would be considered being a good witch or a bad witch.

So New - So Hot !

I'm still shaking...from a fantastic lovemaking session that has just ended with CJ.
The man spoils me relentlessly.
First thing this morning CJ took a couple of pics of me. I was wearing a favorite of his...a flannel 'boyfriend' nightshirt from Victoria's Secret.
Then later I shaved my pussy bare for the first time, with CJ's help.
That was a real turn on for me and I played with one of my favorite toys for a while, a clit tickler attached to my vibrator.
Then it moved on to CJ's tongue working that wonderful magic on my clit...then onto a major fuck fest...not to say it wasn't beautiful lovemaking, it was just intense.
Better yet, I felt so at ease that we got a total of 34 pics out of it!
I have to go through them and see what I'll put on the blog, but needless to say there will be some good pics soon.

Halloween is my favorite holiday, partially because I'm Wicca, so today and the next day will be busy. That's why there aren't many details about the great lovemaking session or the pics yet, but it will come.
Maybe if we're lucky we can get CJ to put his 2 cents in.

So hold on folks....I'm cumming !

Sexual Truth ?

All those polls out there!
They are becoming the sound bites of blogging and I have fallen for them. They are quick and easy ways to revel yourself to your readers, so here goes.
I got this one from Everything Nice at Bubblegum Meltdown, newly discovered by CJ.

1. How old are you/male or female? 46/female
2. How many people have you slept with? Of the same sex (so far) none(but hoping that will change), Other sex approx. 25
3. Lost virginity at what age? 17
4. How many blow jobs/oral sex have you given? Let see, 1..2..3..honey not enough, I love 'em.
5. How many one nightstands? I think 3
6. Ever banged your friend'’s significant other? No
7. Ever cheated? Not while I was married, once with a boyfriend
8. How often do you masturbate? mmmm.funny it depends, I would say average 4 times a week.
9. What do you masturbate to? What don't I? stories, pic, movies, male, female...mostly sex...lol
10. Most forbidden person you wanted to bang? I would have done my best friend's husband, but I didn't crave him. Another highly forbidden person I did bang, but that's a whole other story.
11. Ever had a gay/lesbian experience? Not really, again hoping to have the opportunity.
12. Like the taste of pussy? Have only tasted my own, but it's like potato chips, I'd keep munching.
13. Like the taste of cum? Depends, I had a diabetic lover...his was sweeter, overall, I swallow, let's just keep it at that.
14. Use toys? Oh yes...yes...yes
15. Ever masturbated at work? Yes, both in the ladies room and at my desk.
16. Craziest place you've had sex? Again a long interesting story prefaces it, but I would say the back of the YMCA community center in lover's hometown.
17. Like anal? Yes, on occasion
18. Foot fetish? Nope...feet are usually weird looking to me.
19. Weirdest thing you have masturbated with? You pick: my fingers or my toys....that's it.
20. Met anyone off Craig's List and had sex the first night? Nope, never got that bad.
21. How many porns do you have? Have downloaded a lot from the web, but no actual tapes or discs.
22. Faked an orgasm? No, "life's too short to fake it" is my motto.
23. Favorite position? Got to go with the doggie if it's hot money sex, it leaves so mapossibilitiesies...spanking, hairpulling, clit tickles...is it getting hot in here? For good old fashoned love-making I'd like to face my lover somewhere along the way.
24. Ever paid for sex? Nope...never had to.
25. Ever had sex in a club? No...no desire to.
26. How many is too many? I wish this question were more specific.
27. Ever had group sex? Yep...I do like a nice threesome (aka Debbie sandwich)
28. Ever had cyber sex? Yep, it's how I discovered more and more of my sexuality, but I haven't done it in a few years.
29. Phone sex? Yes, even better than cyber...I would love to get paid for it....I'm good.
30. Dirtiest Fantasy? None, it's only dirty if you doing it wrong...lol
31. Ever taped yourself? Nope, not sure I'm there it, even though I have watched myself in a mirror.
32. Taken dirty pictures? Of course (took 2 this morning)....and hopefully more and more.
33. Ever had sex with someone and didn't know his or her name? No..that's too cold.
34. Ever had sex with anyone famous? Not yet.
35. Feel like masturbating now? Too early, maybe later.
36. Fucked a co-worker? Yes, another good story...he was 19 and married I was 31...only lasted about a year, but it was fun.
37. Used someone? No, again too cold.
38. When it comes to shallow attraction, what body part does it for you the most? mmmm, often it's a combination....eyes and butt.
39. Ever hate fuck somebody? nope, interesting concept though.
40. Do you enjoy the dirty talk in bed? Yes, oh yes...got that from my cybering and phone sex
41. Consider fucking someone who writes you as a result of this poll? Nope, in a commited relationship with the best guy I've have had in bed not to mention he's my soulmate.