Monday, November 28, 2005

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.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

I Am Thankful For Cock - CBW #4

Three hours or so later we returned to the house from our shopping excursion with close to $300 worth of groceries. We unloaded everything from chestnuts and pecans to potatoes and asparagus to spices and flour. After we rested up for a bit, I got a great idea for CBW, the inspiration being the t-shirt CJ was wearing; it was a little gift from me.
I asked him if he could get hard for me so I take the picture of his stiff cock with the t-shirt. He had no problem joining in the fun of that idea.

Now for a little back-story. The day before we had gone shopping at a very cool CD/DVD/vinyl store, with an extensive inventory, down by the harbor.
There was a large collection of adult movies in the DVD section, and of course, immediately Debbie Does Dallas popped out at me.
The movie has been the bane of my existence, along with Little Debbie Snack Cakes, but what’s a girl to do? I shouldn’t complain since I myself have already used the title in one of my posts: Debbie Does CJ. It’s a classic we don’t have, so I bought it.

Now back up to the present. I ask CJ if he wants me to put in the new movie we got, and he says “Sure!”
He knows how I get off with cock coming out of open pants, so he sets himself up like that, lies on the couch, watches the movie, and jerks off. I watch more of him than the movie. There’s something about a guy playing with himself I like too. That’s all CJ was doing: playing. We’re not talking spanking the monkey, he didn’t need to.
When I felt his cock was handsome enough I turned on the camera and set up the first shot. Here you’ll see why it fit so well:

I also had him stand up and turn around for the message on the back:

He lay back down and suggested to me that the picture would look better if his cock were wet.
I smiled up at him and went down on him faster than a cheap whore. It was his turn to take pictures now. Funny thing about this one is that you can see Debbie on the screen in the background doing her thing:

I worked at getting him nice and sloppy; nothing like a good slurpy blow job. This led to being bitch slapped with his wet hard cock all over my face. CJ used the video function of the camera at this point, but since we can’t post it here, I guess we’ll just smile at it privately for a while. He let me grab his cock every so often with my mouth so I could eat some more of it, and the scene got very intense; he fucked my face hard, forcing me to deep throat his meat.

Now I was on my knees and he was standing right in front of me, close to emptying his balls. Pulling out of me, he jerked just a couple times and came all over my tits. His goo almost felt as though it would burn me.
I kissed the his monster’s eye to get the last bit of cum, then cleaned up the man milk on my tits by using my fingers to gather it, then sucking it all off. CJ has some of the sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted.

When I was done with my meal, from meat to dessert, I stood up and kissed him deeply. My tits and lips still sticky with him.
Now I truly needed to take a shower, but before I did, CJ had a real surprise for me.
He turned off Debbie Does Dallas and hooked our camera up to the TV to show me the bitch slap session; ending with me moaning, taking long licks of his cock, then nuzzling my face in his balls. It ended up being 13 seconds long and is my first dive into amateur porn. Interesting, very interesting....perhaps the revolution will be televised.

Note: so, that is one thing I’m thankful for along with the love and support of my family, the freedom I have, the privilege to have the job that I do, the fun I have with friends, enough food to eat, and a wonderful, always comfortable home. I am signing off now for a few days as I’m sure many of my fellow bloggers are. I should be back on Monday (after Mom goes home…lol) Until then I hope you all have a wonderful, safe, and happy Thanksgiving. CJ says, “Don’t eat too much turkey!”

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

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 l
ips, 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.
t’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.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

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.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

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.

Friday, November 18, 2005

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”

Thursday, November 17, 2005

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!

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

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

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

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:

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.

Monday, November 14, 2005

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!

Sunday, November 13, 2005

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.

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

Friday, November 11, 2005

Have A Good Day

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

Thursday, November 10, 2005

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.

Wednesday, November 9, 2005

Debbie Does CJ

Ah yes, one of my favorite things to do for CJ - give him a Debbie Deluxe. Actually last time when these pictures were taken wasn't a true Deluxe. A true Debbie Deluxe ends up with me swallowing his hot goo. This was used strictly as foreplay. In the end I needed CJ in me. As soon as Mr. Happy was free from the confines of CJ's briefs and jeans my head was pushed down on top of him.

I felt all the sensations of his manhood:
The heat.
The stiffness.
The different textures, from his smooth spongy cockhead, down his bumpy well-textured shaft, to his smooth tight balls.
The light tickles of the hair at base of his dick.
The musk I know him by.
Finally, just the subtle taste of salt, musk, and pre-cum.

Once I take in all these sensations I fall totally into them. I devour him. I gain that special intimacy that giving good head affords both he and I.
It's special.
I want and need to please to him.

I suck on his cockhead as my tongue play with it. As I move down him inch by inch, he holds onto my hair and we get closer to each other. My tongue explores his hard meat in different ways, sometimes flat against the underside as I bob up and down on him. Other times small straight licks tracing around and around him.

My hands move up the underside of his thighs, massaging and lightly scraping with my fingernails until one hand meets his smooth sack. I lightly play with his nuts, lift my head off his cock and run a few quick licks across his well shaved balls. But long lollipop licks soon have me back up at the summit of his twitching cock. I bathe it some more with my saliva and take him all in.
Instinctively CJ fucks my face.

Even though we are close to each other and both enjoying this blow job we need more.
Soon he lifts my head off him, rolls me onto my back and slowly introduces his well lubed cock to the tight walls of my steaming cunt.

Cockblogging Wednesday - CJ #3

CJ jerking off and hard as steel.

Tuesday, November 8, 2005

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

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. 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? 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.

Thursday, November 3, 2005

Weekend Plans

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.

Half - Nekkid Thursday - #2

Happy HTN
CJ and DD playing cute!

Wednesday, November 2, 2005

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.

Tuesday, November 1, 2005

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....