Auld Lang Syne

I feel that a major part of my blog is connection. It's connection with many like minded people, a connection with my lover, a connection with the a certain spirit that makes me feel alive. I always enjoy reading your comments, especially on the more provocative articles. So I went over the comments of the last year and below are some of them. Please know that I enjoy all your thoughts and comments, these are just a few examples of my favorites for 2006.

• January 10: What Are You Wearing?

Dee's Husband said:
You know... I hit the blogs intending to satisfy my pseudo-intellectual need for literary stimulation... And then there's one humble picture of a wet vulva that derails my entire brain and any pretense of providing myself with cerebral enrichment goes right out the window. Am I complaining? Not on your life. All I want right now is to eat that pictured pussy for a month of Sundays.
Joe

• February 16: Something Old, Something New

Leatherback said:
oh good god...I have to take my wife to bed immediately...
x

• June 19: Welcome Home

Desire X said:
This is so beautiful.
Lucky girl you are to be able to share all of your feelings here with him. To get to express how much he means to you, not only in the words you speak, but also in the words you write for him.

Truly wonderful.

HER

• August 12: Zagats Gives It Five Stars

Woody said:
When I read this-"You bad girl, I can smell your wet cunt", I felt an instant rush of blood to my cock. The urge to spend a little quality time with myself, however no time for that at the moment. Love it!

• August 5: The Descent Into Puritanical Hell

Desire X said:
It's hard to believe the extremes that some women go to in their fear. That's the only excuse I can come up with. They fear their own womanhood. They want to hide away in a dark closet the very essence of what it means to be a woman. This is a beautiful statement of femininity. I'm so proud of you for speaking out! What's next? We stop breastfeeding altogether because it's gross? This seems to put some sexual connotations on the act of breastfeeding... and THAT is gross! Any woman who is so warped as to see breastfeeding as a sexual thing is sick. One thing I love about Europe is walking through the park and seeing mothers breastfeeding right out in the open. No one even gives it a second thought. Only Americans seems to be so caught up in feminine repression that they disregard nature and what is part of the cycle of life. You're beautiful Debbie. You make me proud to call you sister. HER

• November 29: Temporary? Shut Down

Artful Dodger said:
Oh no, I miss a day and look what happens! So sorry to hear about your troubles beautiful, I'll be thinking about you and stopping by every so often to post "where are you comments" :) Take care of the important things and we'll still be here when you get back. Love and kisses and some super supportive cyber huggy stuff too!

And dare I say it? "What will the new year bring us all?"

Finally a brief memorial to bloggers we have lost due to retirement, hacking, etc. I'm sure there are more that you can think of so don't hesitate to mention them in your comments.

Anakalia of Salicity
David of Late Starter
Jesse and Lestat at Creative Nights
The Dirty Filthy Princess

Maybe Not So Good

Now after two or three days of working with the new Blogger the shine is wearing off, quickly.
I am having several problems with my code and certain html/javascript being too long for the page element to save it.
As you can see for now I have reverted back to old layout and it will stay this way until I get some answers from blogger, so far nothing.
If things get bad enough I may totally revert to another blog site, like Wordpress.
With all the problems we have all had in the past, it may just be the straw that breaks the camels back.

Change Is Good

As part of the new year I changed over to the new Blogger, change is good right?
I'm in the process of pulling the site together and getting everything back on it. I'm a novice in XML so bare with me. The stories and pictures to come of course will be as good as ever.
Speaking of pictures I had a bit of a disaster regarding them. The Pictures folder on my Mac iBook was mysteriously deleted and I had to buy a program to restore them, so far so good.

Have a Happy New Year everybody, see you next week.

A Happy Yule To All

As many of our regular readers know, we practice that old time religion in our household.
I am Wiccan and our celebration is the Winter Solstice.

Winter Solstice is the shortest day of the year. Yule is a holiday of light, of faith that the bounty of summer will return, and an acknowledgement of the necessity of rest for the planet and ourselves.

On Solstice Night, the Goddess reverts to her aspect as the Great Mother and gives birth to the Oak King, the Sun God, the Giver of Life who will once again warm her frozen flesh so that in the spring she may bear the fruit of her womb. From this day until midsummer, each day will grow longer and warmer, and life will once again return to the Earth.

We will be having family over for the holiday and for a few days afterwords, so for now (and yes only for now) we will be shutting down. We will be going away for New Year's, but I hope to do a post or two before then.
I promise new posts, adventures, and pictures next year.
I look forward to starting fresh with the new year and the promise that the Goddess gives us all.
We wish you peace, joy, and love.

A Christmas HNT

Things are getting pretty festive around our household.
A perfect example is the Christmas HNT from both me and CJ.

CBW #41

Time for Dirty Deb to get back to indulging her cock fetish.
Shaved, at attention, and straining to be released.
This great pic was sent in by Tony, and I thank you very much.


Remember guys, if you want to be featured, go ahead and send a picture of your cock and include your website so I can feature it. It must involve my fetish: a cock coming out of clothing, look over some of my past CBW's for some ideas.

HNT #22

There's more than one way to get Debbie wet, and CJ captured it the other night.
What a sight Dirty Debbie getting clean!

It's A Good Start

No, it isn't a mirage, here I am, back and being dirty again.

First, one last heart felt 'thank you' for all the good wishes from our readers. CJ and I are no longer the young kids we were when we were married the first time, we know how to work out our problems, and even more importantly, we want to.

Second, for the past several weeks I have been involved in a big audit at work. The audit was by the state and a larger university. It ended yesterday and I am taking two days off from work, because I earned it. As part of my first day off CJ helped me shave my pussy. Over the past couple of months I have left my trimming job by the wayside and I needed his expertise.
He did a great job and this time he even left a cute little patch. I do like the feel of that special electric razor over my sensitive skin.
I like how I feel shaved smooth and I know CJ likes it too. All in all we had a nice day.

So as I'm sure you can tell things are revving up again on Dirty Debbie's sight. I'm especially looking forward to moving over to the new version Blogger. I've gotten my invitation, but I want plenty of time to work on it. Maybe during the week I off from Christmas to New Year's.
But have no doubts, I'm back in the groove.

An Apology

Temporary? Shut Down

Due to some information I obtained this evening I am going to have stop posting for a while.
All of a sudden I realize that there are going to be several things in my personal life that I have to deal with first.
My muse, partner, lover has emotionally abandoned me.
I have several questions I have to ask myself and him.
Do the ends justify the means?
What exactly is lying?
What is cheating?
What next?
Am I a fool?
What of the star-child?
I suppose the list could continue, but I'll stop there.

I'll keep visiting all your great blogs.
Until next time....

A Sunny Saturday

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More Advantages

I hope that everyone enjoyed their long holiday weekend.
CJ and I enjoyed our time together and the time with the family.
While I am working on a couple of projects for the blog I thought I would list here some more advantages to sex. If you need some reminders of other advantages I've posted, check it out here.

These are from the November 20th edition of First magazine.

According to study after study, making love improves your health.

Dramatic Reduction In Tension...
Inhaling male pheromones triggers the release of estrogen in a woman. This helps ease PMS, enhances mood, and promotes relaxation.

Increased Resilience To Colds and Flu...
Individuals who had sex at least twice a week showed 30 percent higher levels of immune boosting antibodies.

Natural Pain Reliever...
Post orgasm, the level of the hormone oxytocin soars to five times its normal level, triggering the release of feel good endorphins that help elevate your pain threshold.

Effortless Slimming...
Just one rigorous bout of sex burns 200 calories, the same as running for 15 minutes. Plus it works the pelvis, thighs, and arms and boosts testosterone, which tones muscles.

Finally...
Just fantasizing about sex eases stress.
People who imagined sexual activities withstood stressful situations twice as long and reported lower levels of anxiety than their less imaginative counterparts, according to a recent study.
At least that's where I hope Dirty Debbie and CJ help you humble readers a bit.

Holiday Sign Off

CJ and I are signing off the blog for now in preperation of the upcoming holiday.
We will spending time with my mother at her house.
We hope that everyone has a joyful and bountiful Thanksgiving.
We'll be back with CBW's, stories, and postings next week.

Makes Sense To Me

I'm sure many of you may already know about this, but I want to make sure as many people find out about this as possible.











Calif. Couple Calls for Orgasm for Peace
By MARCUS WOHLSEN, Associated Press Writer

SAN FRANCISCO - Two peace activists have planned a massive anti-war demonstration for the first day of winter. But they don't want you marching in the streets. They'd much rather you just stay home.
The Global Orgasm for Peace was conceived by Donna Sheehan, 76, and Paul Reffell, 55, whose immodest goal is for everyone in the world to have an orgasm Dec. 22 while focusing on world peace.
"The orgasm gives out an incredible feeling of peace during it and after it," Reffell said Sunday. "Your mind is like a blank. It's like a meditative state. And mass meditations have been shown to make a change."
The couple are no strangers to sex and social activism. Sheehan, no relation to anti-war activist Cindy Sheehan, brought together nearly 50 women in 2002 who stripped naked and spelled out the word "Peace." The stunt spawned a mini-movement called Baring Witness that led to similar unclothed demonstrations worldwide.
The couple have studied evolutionary psychology and believe that war is mainly an outgrowth of men trying to impress potential mates, a case of "my missile is bigger than your missile," as Reffell put it. By promoting what they hope to be a synchronized global orgasm, they hope to get people to channel their sexual energy into something more positive.

The couple said interest appears strong, with 26,000 hits a day to their Web site, http://www.globalorgasm.org.
"The dream is to have everyone in the world (take part)," Reffell said. "And if that means laying down your gun for a few minutes, then hey, all the better."

Not My Usual Choice

As many of you know, over the past few months I've been dealing with some gastro-intestinal problem that seems to be stumping the doctors for now.
I had two more tests today; one was a special type of MRI to check all the bile ducts and my pancreas. Good initial news from that test is no tumors or stones.
Then I went to the next floor to get a third upper endoscopy for an additional look and some more biopsies.
A big thank you to CJ for his support today.

Below is a picture of what that man (the doctor) stuck down my throat. Believe me that's not my usual first choice. My throat is killing me now and I still feel fuzzy from the anesthesia. I couldn't suck off CJ right now if my life depended on it, how depressing.
Hopefully I'll feel more inspired over the weekend and will have some more stories before the holiday weekend.

In Control

The following mantra is from something CJ got on Craigslist.com
It's an interesting take on the woman's view of the blowjob, and it's one I must say I agree with for the most part.
Enjoy all (especially you Des...lol)












In this world of anger, manipulation, doubt and power plays, the blowjob can represent to the strong, cerebral, sexual women a way to regain an element of control, even momentarily.

No matter who is giving me stress at that moment, I'm taking it out my own way. To have a sexy man prone beneath me, the embodiment of his ego itself in my mouth, trusting me that I will not bite and will only do those things he finds pleasurable, puts the reins of power back into my hands.

You look down into my eyes and see lust ... but a lust fueled by frustration and helplessness now cast aside for ten or fifteen minutes. I control the pace. I control the outcome. I know you're enjoying my skills from the way you're thrusting into me; your hands running through my hair, watching my lips embrace your dick.

I am hearing nothing but compliments to me and my abilities and I know that you will climax when I want you to, where I want you to, not before, and not afterwards. The rest of the sexual act is mutual, even submissive on my part, and I'm not interested in that right now.
When I'm done, I have a sense of heady accomplishment along with a creamy snack and very wet panties. I also have the gratification of seeing you spent and your composure lost, all by my doing.
The sense of power continues when I do not subject myself to you for my pleasure but walk out the door and take that into my own hands as well. The irony is that while you think you got away with something, I feel that same sneaky thrill in duplicate. The tension I felt walking into your door has now released in euphoria. My day has turned around and I'm back in control.

You know who you are. If this 10 AM meeting leaves me wanting something which I will have to wait to find out whether I can have, I am going to have to release that frustration.
I may just send you a text asking if I can swing by and suck your cock. That is all I'll want, to be on my knees in my suit and thigh-high pantyhose on your dining room floor, where you sit right now reading this, taking my sense of control back from the universe.
Then I'll better be able to await an answer because I'll know that there are other ways I still have power over getting the results I want. My request isn't for you, it's for me. But it's a win-win ... how could you turn me down?

CBW #40 - This Week's Donation

Today I offer another juicy picture of a cock coming loose of his denim confines.
Thank you to Happy Husband.

Let me take this opportunity to request one more thing if you are donating please include your website so I can include it too.

CJ's .02 worth..

A picture of my ex-girlfriend "Valdabitch" who took all of my stuff...

The Twins

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CBW #39 - Another Fine Donation

This week's picture is from The Naked Eye .
All the pictures on his site are of himself and they are very good.
When he and I were chatting the other day he sent along this one, not only does it satisfy my fetish, but he's cumming!
Enjoy....

General Election Day

V O T E !!

Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not.
George Jean Nathan (1882 - 1958)

Saturday Night's Alright For:

Sorry folks, things got so passionate and intense last night that we didn't even think about the camera and when we did afterwards we were sure that it would have ruined the moment if had stopped to take pictures. Therefore, I've included here a favorite picture of another couple to represent our fun last night.





Saturday night's are CJ's and my time to just chill out from the hectic week. This is exactly what we did. We watched a movie and were having a good time being together.

Then, as I was sitting next to him on the living room couch, very unexpectedly he turned to me and kissed me deeply, then lightened up as we explored each other's breath and faces in the loving way we have done over and over again, "knowing" each other again. Then he started up again, intensely focused on kissing and nibbling me. It was such a turn on I couldn't stop moaning out. I could feel my pussy dampen and contract, and my clit let loose as though it had a life of it's own. I can barely describe the aching and swelling I felt. I was wearing a t-shirt and capri pants, but no panties or bra.

Our kissing, nuzzling, biting, and nibbling session went on for a while; it was one of the longest teases I have had in a while from CJ. He eventually moved to pulling, twisting, and tweaking my nipples. This made all my aching intensify. It made me want to jam his cock anywhere inside me, and just start doing him the best way I knew how. As he played with me, he pulled his cock out through the fly in his sweat pants. You know how I love the look of a stiff dick escaping a man’s clothing. I licked my palm and fingers and began tugging on his cockhead.
I moved down a bit and started squeezing, twisting, and jerking him, just on the top half of his dick. He was so hot it felt as though there was hot metal in my hand.

It wasn’t too long after my playing with him caused his need to intensify, he laid down on the couch and pulled me towards him for what I thought was going to be another kiss, but instead he shoved my face into his crotch. I could feel the heat of his meat, I could smell his delicious cock, and I wanted the same thing he wanted: my mouth around all that hard man meat. I tried to start with just his cockhead, but he pushed my head down farther until I felt his cockhead hit first the roof of my mouth, then the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair on each side of my head and guided me up and down with it. Very quickly my saliva had coated him and I was easily sliding up and down his shaft. Being guided and thrust upon his dick like that along with taking him deep made me feel like suck a cock-sucking whore! I fucking loved it! CJ says I’m a not a whore at all, that I’m a cock-sucking slut because I do it for free and enjoy it so much. As his face fucking got faster I could hear him start to softly moan, “ahhh yes…mmmmm”. Hey, that’s what I’m there for and when I hear CJ enjoying it, it just makes it all perfect. I was moaning and sucking, slurping along the underside of his cock with my tongue; faster and faster, more and more, I just got too excited and had to come up for air. I was quaking the way I do when I get excited and CJ slowed me down for a bit.

He then pushed my pants and socks off me and quickly took his pants off. The sight of his rock hard cock and smooth tight balls made me want to start begging for it, but I knew I wouldn’t have to.
He stood up saying “How do you want it baby?”
I answered with, “If I could I would have two of you so I could feel your cock in my mouth and my pussy at the same time”
With that, he positioned me on the couch. I was on my knees with my head and arms resting on the back. In this position I could see myself in the mirrored Dining Room wall. He toyed with my wet hot slit from behind with his cockhead, and then slammed inside me. I let out a moan and turned into the bad, dirty girl he makes me when he fucks me this hard. My hot cunt hugged him tight as I turned and watched myself getting fucked like a bitch in heat. I always feel that way when I get it from behind. He began to spank my dirty girl ass and I just wanted more, I just wanted fucking more!
The more CJ pounded my steaming snatch the less I could stay in control; finally, I just gave in to it all. Screaming, moaning, wanting that cock to keep fucking me. CJ leaned over me and started whispering in my ear as he slid easily in and out of me:
“Do you know how much I love your pussy?”
“You have always been a fine fuck”
I could do nothing but thank him and let him know that he just brings out the best in me. CJ then thought I needed one of my calm down periods, like when I was sucking him, but I corrected him this time.
“I’m about to cum all over your cock”.
He started playing with my clit from underneath. I quivered the way I do, moaned out and proceeded to cum, and cum hard all around that prime cock that was impaling me.

Stage two then started, with me lying on the couch and him on top, good old missionary. He has a way of ‘stirring’ my pussy once he’s inside me and he started doing that. He started to make me feel bad again and now it was my turn to whisper in his ear:
“That’s it I can feel your cock all over my body, down to my toes”
“I can feel your balls slap me now, you want me to drain those balls?”
He answered, almost gasping for air with a soft, but sure "Yes".
All of this obviously got him going…fast and hard.

Oh baby, it was good last night (and technically into this morning).
When it was all over it took me a while to find my socks.
We’ve now broken in the Living Room of our new place; we figure the Guest Room is next.

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Update

WOW!
I am just recovering from a most intense pussy pounding from CJ.
Ahhh
More tomorrow.

A Second Passion

Now that the week has drawn to a close I can take the time to talk about one of my other passions:my work.
I know that the passion you usually read on this site about my love of life, my love of CJ, and how all of that is expressed.
Now for something completely different.

On Wednesday and Thursday of this past week I went to retreat for work. I work on a assertive community treatment team. Without getting into the whole model, basically what we do is mobile mental health treatment, working as a team. We treat people out in the community because they haven't responded to traditional treatments, like coming to a doctor's office for an appointment or going to a pharmacy to get medication.
The people I work with and the company I work for includes some of the best people I've ever met.

During this retreat we not only learned about how to serve our clients (what we call our patients) better, but learned more about one another. We are a very diverse crowd, coming from any nations around the world, men and women, young and old, from many different backgrounds, but all on the same path, that is to help people with our expertise and love.
As stressful as it all is, it's become a passion of mine. We help people who are severely mental ill (that is to say psychotic), along with being any of the following: homeless, HIV positive, substance abusers, just to name a few of the stressors.
And you know what folks? In spite of all the bad news that you hear most every evening on the news, the stuff we do is working, there are many success stories in my business.

Stay decent and respectful to each other and it's amazing how you can become the change you want to see in the world.

HNT #21 More of CJ

It's a late posting for HNT, but it's worth it.
A squeaky clean CJ acting goofy in the shower.
God I love it!

CBW #38

It's been way too long since I've featured CJ here for a CBW. I guess I let my fetish take over me for a while.
This week's CBW shows CJ having some Halloween fun, it shows him at the start of a very scary skull fuck.

Happy Halloweenie

As many of my long time readers know, Halloween is one of my favorite holidays.
It's a warm Halloween here this year, just south of the Mason-Dixon line. A balmy 61 degrees as I write this.
I hope everyone is enjoying their Halloween, hopefully getting lots of treats, and maybe a few tricks, just for fun.
CJ and I really get into it. I have at least a dozen pictures of our decorated apartment, but I settled on two: our front door and our mantlepiece.
I was a bit surprised, I thought once we moved out into the 'burbs that we would have trick-or-treaters this year (we didn't get any downtown last year), but noone has come by.

Last year I had more time and CJ got a good shot of me as my witchy self. You can check it out here: Halloween 2005



I am getting ready for a retreat at my job for the next two days. It's taken a lot of my time along with the mundane tasks of everyday.

I did get a picture of CJ that I'll post for CBW this week, stay tuned for that.

Sex Bed Sunday # 4

This Sunday CJ did a terrific job of keeping the chill of autumn out of our bedroom.
He always gets up before I do, but many times on the weekends he eventually returns to the bed.
This morning he started on my neck and ears, kissing and nibbling me. I don't know what it is, but no other kisses and caresses feel the same as the ones on my ears. Maybe it's the ticklish feeling that goes along with it. It just makes me grab CJ and hold on with a mixture of moans and giggles escaping me.

He threw the sheets off of me next and dropped his face onto my tits, stopping my giggles and increasing my moans. Between his love of nipples and the fact that, for me, they are hardwired to my pussy makes a perfect match.
He was a wild man this morning, just taking over.

Next he flattened me out on my back, forcefully spread my legs and plunged his face into my pussy.
Already being well primed by his earlier caresses my swollen aching clit was very pleased to feel that perfect tongue on it, not to mention the special way his mustache tickles me.
As many women will probably tell you, this can take you to a whole other level, and it's no different for me. My moans grew, the pleasure was so intense that it wasn't too soon until I could feel my entire body giving into the full experience, quivering, finally cumming on his face.

He moved on top of me and I pulled him close to kiss him, deeply, licking myself off of his tongue. Then he teased me, just a little, by splitting my swollen pussy lips with his cockhead.
"No not yet, I have to taste you first" I insisted.
He explained he was only teasing and kneeled over my face, I had to only strain slightly as he fed me his cock. I was still flat on my back as he positioned himself to the side of me, held onto the headboard, and fucked my face as I gently sucked him. Again my body was to delight in CJ. I could play with my pussy as I felt him grow in my mouth, and every so often he would tweak my nipples, yes perfection. This almost magic dynamic was causing my moans, even though they were now stifled with a hard cock in my mouth, to coat his meat as much as my tongue did.

CJ then performed his final gesture of force. He pulled out of my mouth, rolled me on to my stomach, and slammed into my now soaking, steaming snatch. Oh that feeling of CJ sliding his cock in and out of me is fantastic. I just moaned out "Yes, just fuck me, yes" and fucked him right back. Having cum on his face, and again coming close while he allowed me that wonderful simple pleasure of sucking his cock, I now let my pussy explode all over him.

So we missed the first 20 minutes or so of one of our Sunday morning rituals, watching Sunday Morning on CBS, but obviously we miss that first part a lot.
A great way to start the week off.

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CBW #37 - A Fine Donation #6

Ahh...I do love Wednesdays. Another man after my own heart.
Shane obviously enjoys my blog and knows how I like it.
Thanks and Happy CBW!

Memo From Dirty Debbie

A few little notes.

1. Is romance dead?
The reason I mention this is my last fantasy story: Pre-Dawn.
I took a chance and wrote a different kind of story from a different perspective. It's romantic and in the third person.
I haven't gotten any comments on it and I'm interested in getting some feedback so I know whether I should write like this again. I don't care if you love it or hate, but I was excited in moving to this type of writing. So yeah or nay, let me know what you think.

2. I want to thank all the guys that have sent me pics for CBW. So you know guys, I am posting them in the order I get them, so don't get discouraged if you don't see your picture right away. It's coming.
If you want to contribute, please do and below are the guidelines:

1. I like to see your handsome cock (and to me all cocks are handsome)


2. You have to satisfy my fetish-your cock has to be escaping from your pants, shorts, robe, etc.


3. When you send in your pic, if you have a blog, give me the address. I'll include it in the post.


4. Finally if you need an idea of what I'm looking for check out:
   CBW #33 CBW #34 CBW #35 CBW #36

This Weekend

CJ and really enjoyed our weekend.

I knew that it was going to be a good day when CJ let me sleep late on Saturday, eventually waking me by climbing into bed with me. His bare skin was warm as he pushed against me.
He lubed me up quickly with the way he sucked my tits and tickled my clit.
We needed each other frantically and just plain fucked that way. A nice Saturday morning quickie to start the day.


We left for this weekend's adventure around noon.

Things got only better from there we drove up to Pennsylvania Dutch country to enjoy leaf peep on the way and to eat at the one of the best smorgasborgs I have ever been to.
We even went through Intercourse and Bird-In-Hand on the way.
It was calming to get out and enjoy nature and see the simple life of the Amish.
We didn't get home until 7:30.
It's days like this that let's me know that I'm feeling better after all he time I've spent with doctors lately.


Now today was spent with our daughter just visiting and finishing up Halloween decorating.

All in all a pretty good weekend. The work week starts soon and then it's the slow commute, psychological fires to put out, and end of the day weariness. But another weekend is only 5 days away.

CBW #36- A Fine Donation #5

Yep, keep it cumming guys! This was sent to me by dickhur. He found it on a website and sent me the link. Obviously, he knows what I like (or is it lick?).

All I can think of when I see this is the guy saying "OK it's all yours now"

Another yummy CBW...

The Pre-Dawn

“Come back to bed”, she said from under the covers. He was closing the door to the bedroom and leaving.
“I can’t, I’m wide awake.”, he answered softly.
The glow of the clock said 5:30am.
“You don’t have to be sleepy to come to bed.”, she cooed.
Even in the faint light of the pre-dawn, she could tell he smiled, knowing she was right. He moved around to his side of the bed, let his robe fall to the floor and climbed under the covers. It was cold. It was the first frosty morning of the season. He moved move up next to her and embraced her. The warmth of his smooth skin was even more comfy, she pulled him closer.

He began to nuzzle her. He licked his way up her neck, making his way to her lips. They kissed, a long knowing kiss. It was a mixture of play and intense sensuality. Tongues danced together and lips moved easily, loving, exploring one more time and just as pleasant as the time before and the time before that.
This gentle, loving attention relaxed her and he could feel her begin to melt in his arms. Soft, barely audible moans were beginning to escape her mouth and were taken into his. These wonderful kisses, along with the feel and smell of him were always enough to start her juices flowing. She could fell her pussy dampening and slightly spread her legs as they kept kissing. He pulled his mouth from hers and sucked in wanted more of his breath, more of his essence.

He pulled the covers down, exposing her breasts. The cool air was a shock, but the warmth being created by him created an interesting mix. Her nipples were even more erect, stimulated by his touches and the cool air. He began to massage her breasts like balls of milky pizza dough and her response was swift and predictable; louder moans escaped her and her hips began to seek him out, trying to push against him. Her hands moved around his shoulders to his back. This forced him closer to her nipples, they that were begging for his attention. His face dropped onto one nipple and he began worshipping her tits in that special way that made her feel like a goddess. She moaned out loudly and lightly ran her fingernails around his back, up through his hair, and back again.

By now he had positioned himself on top of her. After the extended play with her breasts, she could feel his manhood hardening against her thigh and she could feel the heat radiating from it. They were growing closer together, like vines of ivy wrapping around each other, natural and entwined. Moans grew as did their breathing, but it was becoming less individual, and more the one entity that they only knew in the physical expression of their love.

Now he breathlessly whispered in her ear his request. She smiled and rolled over.
“Present the lovely flower to me”, he requests.
She gets up on her knees, spreads them apart and lifts her creamy ass in the air.
The fragrance of her wet flower makes his cock twitch and creates those special butterflies in his stomach. He must have her pussy. First, one more tease to make his goddess totally ready to take him. He moves in and lightly smacks her ass on each cheek as he runs his tongue the full length of her inviting slit. A few more smacks and another run back again. She not only moans now, but he has turned her into that bad girl that expresses her wishes like a whore.
“Oh god I love your tongue, give it all to me….fuck me, I’m ready….fuck me”

He wastes no time and mounts her. He easily slides into her and feels her hug him from the inside, the soft, wet, velvety walls hugging and grabbing at him as he slowly moves in and out of her. She keeps pace with each of his thrusts, taking in every inch of him. He surprises her by suddenly doing a hard deep thrust all the way inside her, they both moan out, both knowing that the entwining is complete, they are complete, one love. He leans over her, wanting to please her completely, one hand finds her soaking clit and gently rubs around it, as the other hand pulls on a nipple. The pace quickens as his balls slap against her and become coated her juices. At this moment their world is this bed, this primal ancient rhythm each one truly knowing the other. The pleasure is peaking with each movement, each thrust, each tickle, and each massage.
Her words “Cum with me” have more than one meaning; he is definitely coming with her. Soon they are groaning and moaning together.

She collapses, him on top of her, soaked in each other’s love.
He whispers into her ear “I love you honey”. She answers with “mmmmm…I’ve loved you forever babe”
Then the horror
Beep, beep, beep. The clock is now glowing 7:30am and the alarm is going off.
“Damn I could stay in bed with all day, but I guess we both need showers”.

What will the evening bring for these two?

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A Letter To Dr. Laura

A neighbor of ours dropped this off to CJ today and I couldn't resist sharing it with everyone.
It is from snopes.com
This letter highlights fallacy in a particular anti-homosexual argument.

LETTER TO DR. LAURA

Dear Dr. Laura,

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and I try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind him that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate.

I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the specific laws and how best to follow them.

a) When I burn a bull on the alter as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord (Lev 1:9). The problem is the neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

b) I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

c) I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness (Lev 15:9-24). The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.

d) Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? What can't I own Canadians?

e) I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him?

f) A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination (Lev 11:10), it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this?

g) Lev 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?

h) Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though it is expressly forbidden by Lev 19:27. How should they die?

i) I know from Lev 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?

j) My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blasphame a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? (Lev 24:10-16) Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev 20:14)

I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help.
Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.
Your devoted and adoring fan.

A bit of a reminder from Debbie here. You can't pick and choose the rules you go by. If you want to base your bigotry and fear on the laws of the bible, you've got to be sure you're not breaking any of them.

The Little Man Beneath My Desk

Oh, those tense days at work. We've all had them. You can just feel your body fighting, tensing, no relief in sight.
Or is there?
Did you know that back in the 1800's women were stimulated to orgasm, often by mechanical means, to relieve their "hysteria". It was called clitoral massage. Below is brief passage from NNDB explaining female hysteria in Freud's day:

Hysteria (now called conversion disorder) most typically afflicted women and was marked by a variety of physical and behavioral symptoms, for which physicians were unable to find any medical cause. It is worth noting that hysteria, in women, became a particularly common diagnosis in Victorian times, and it has been speculated that many of these women may have been suffering from extreme sexual frustration -- a theory lent credence by the fact that a goodly number of these women gained temporary relief from their symptoms by visiting the physician for clitoral "massage."

Rather than that, I'd want a man beneath my desk at work where things really get to me sometimes. He'd have a moustache, maybe even a goatee. He'd live there quietly, under my desk until I lifted up my skirt, pulled my panties to the side and spread my legs.

His tongue would deftly attack my bald pussy. I'd always keep it well shaved so he could see my swollen deep red clit. He'd devour my love nub and the swollen lips surrounding it.
My knees would hold his head in place, pushing against his ears. The more he'd slurp at and eat me, the more I'd rock against his face. He'd only be allowed to use his mouth, no hands, no toys, nothing else.

I'd grab onto the edge of the desk and bend over as I fucked his tongue. The sound of the slurps as his tongue ran up my hot slit would bring me even closer to the edge.
Finally as I'm ready to cum I'd cup my tits and squeeze, quietly grunt, and force him to drink my warm juices.

My muscles would relax and my "hysteria" would be temporarily cured.
He would just disappear in the darkness below the desk and I would adjust my soaking panties.
I'm sure if this were a reality I'd be more productive at work.

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CBW #35 - A Fine Donation #4

Yep, another week, another cock.
No cock to me is just another cock though.
This donation is thanks to Arkay
What I like the most about this picture is the potential there. I just know that if I pulled down the front of those shorts that cock would jump right out at me at full attention.

CBW #34 - A Fine Donation #3

This week my 'thank you' goes out to Freakin Rican for his donation.
Not only has he satisfied my fetish of escaping cock, but if you take a close look at this yummy piece of meat you can see it's dripping.

Don't forget guys if you send me a picture that shows your cock escaping, just the way I like it, I'll feature it on a CBW.

To Be A Fly On The Wall

I have a certain sexy thought that I don't know how to describe. It is a turn on and a turn off at the same time.

At times I think about CJ with the other women he's had.
I think of being a fly on the wall and watching.
That's a turn on for me...watching, knowing his expertise in bed, thinking of a woman in ecstasy because of him.
Then that little green monster sneaks in, a tinge of jealousy runs through my mind, and the whole idea almost disgusts me.
It's the idea of the opposite, of that woman making CJ feel so good.


I think if I could get a hold on that little green devil that it would be a fun 'game' to play with CJ. That is, to have him describe, including all the particulars, an encounter from the past. I would have to be allowed to ask questions. I would want the woman to be described physically. Smells, tactile stimulations, taste, every way this woman was experienced by CJ, I would want to hear about.
Then, and only then.
I am sure I would be ready to fuck his brains out.

Now, what about all my fair readers out there?
Is there something you consider a turn on and turn off at the same time?
Are you willing to confess it here?
Any insights into my 'dilemma'
Let me know.

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Even Dirty Debbie Has A Mom

Sorry folks, I was so excited about my latest trip that I didn't get a chance to post about it before I left.
Every fall I take my Mom to the casinos in Atlantic City, and just because I was sick earlier in the month, that didn't hold me back. I left for my Mom's place Wednesday after work and we left for AC the next day.
As always, we had a great time. We always need the little get away. One thing that helped relax me and made me stop worrying about my health condition was a meal at a premier steakhouse at the Casino. I had the first 'real' meal since I got out of the hospital: filet mignon with Bernaisise sauce, mashed potatoes, grilled asparagus, fresh bread, a glass of Merlot, and creme brulee. I know it wasn't the best meal for me physically, but t sure helped my spirit.
As for the betting, it was one of my more lucky outings. I returned with over $500 in winnings.
After AC we came back here to Maryland so she could see the new place and enjoy some much deserved down time (at 70 she is still working).

Some of my regular readers may notice that my mom and I spend a lot of good times together.
My mom and I have a great relationship. I lived with her after my divorce and the child and I stayed with her until I got back together with CJ 17 years later.
I owe her a lot, and now we just have good times together. I'm lucky.
In spite of all that, I think I'll wait until after Monday when she goes home to return to the usual content in the diary.

A Fantasy With CJ - Part Two

Enjoy part one first.

“Play with yourself while I get more comfortable”, was his next instruction.
I spread my lips with one hand as the other searched out my clit and began to rub on it. In the mean time, he takes off his belt, unzips his pants, and pulls both his pants and shorts down, they easily move around his ankles.
His cock and balls have been trimmed, are very much at attention, and look extremely inviting.
“Don’t you know your job you cunt?”, he says to me harshly. “Come and sit on this fine meat”, he demands as he grips his cock firmly.I move towards him and when I get close enough he grabs me and pulls me towards me. I mount his stiff cock and lean my tits into his face. He smacks my ass and tells me to start fucking him. As I start to slowly move up and down his dick, he puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down the full hilt of his cock. He smacks my ass again and yells “Fuck me bitch, fuck my cock!”
I moved more quickly my tits begin swaying in his face. He bites at my tits as I do his cock like a true fuck-hammer. He fucks me just as hard back and moans out with each thrust.
“OH fuck you slut, I can feel your pussy drenching my balls!”

It was only few more hard fast thrusts and he moans out “FUCK….BITCH!” as he cums just as hard.
I unmount him and he still semi-hard. He starts massaging his balls again.
“Wait at my knees whore”
I sat at his feet, taking in his musk and still yearning for more of that cock.
“On your knees cocksucker”.
He keeps jerking off, sometimes stopping to slap my face with his again cock. I try to capture it with my tongue, but he’s moving too fast, purposely making it hard for me to begin to eat him.
“Beg for it, it’s good cock isn’t it slut?”
I begin my plea. “Please let me suck your cock, I’m a good cocksucker”.
“Really bitch? Prove it”, he barks back at me, then grabs my hair. At first he pulls on only my hair, but then his hands move to the top off my head. He shoves my throat on his cock in the same hard, fast way he pushed my pussy on him. I felt his hardness all over my mouth right away. Soon he jams against the back of my throat and I almost gag.
He moans out “Suck it, you’re my fucking cock sucking whore”
I suck hard and massage his balls as I keep my head bobbing up and down on you. I keep my tongue flat and let him fuck my face, and fuck it hard.
Then, all of a sudden, he stops and pulls his dick out of my mouth. He continues jerking as he instructs me to stay where I am.
“Here you go cocksucker….take this”, he says as he explodes on my tits and face.
When he’s done he says to me: “Lick my cum off yourself”
I push my tits to my mouth and lick his gooey cum off my tits, finally my tongue finds what’s left on my chin.

“Thanks hon, I’m so glad you’re my bitch”, he says as he smiles at me.
“Thank you babe, I love being your cocksucking whore”, I answer.

Then it’s time for dinner, we enjoy the rest of the evening, and go the bed early so I can be treated like the good girl I am.

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A Fantasy With CJ - Part One

I wrote this a while ago, but I just have been inspired to post it now, as originally writen:

On one of the gray days we had here in the Mid Atlantic during hurricane Ernesto I thought of one of my fantasies involving CJ. I realized that almost all the fantasy I write here is drawn from my own, but they are usually vague. I discovered that I had some that pertained to CJ and only CJ. So here is my first attempt at getting those ideas ‘on paper’.

I remember that CJ once told me that if I were wearing my black silk stockings and lace garter when he came home from work he'd fuck me on the spot.

Months after that, I picture myself doing just that, in order to see if he meant it.
The thing is with this fantasy; I get more than I asked for.
When I want to fantasize about CJ, this is how the idea continues....
I have been sitting on the coach for a good twenty minutes, listening. My heart skips a beat as I hear him drive up and the car door slam. I get to the door quickly. All I am wearing is those stockings, a pair of black sling-backs, hard nipples, and a smile.
You walk in the door, head down at first, as you look up smile draws across your face almost instantanously.
"You did it, you finally did it”, he says to me, just eyeing me.
Seeing him do that is all I need to get my juices flowing.
Then things change, no longer am I dealing with romance.
"You fucking slut", he says to me. Then he tells me to wait right where I am, that I’m not dressed quite correctly.
Moments later he returns with something behind his back and he stands behind me. It’s a black leather choker; the word ‘whore’ is cut out. I guess that he was just waiting for me to take him up on his ‘dare’. He puts it on me, it’s snug, but he tells me to keep it the way it is.
“What’s wrong whore, don’t you know where the bedroom is?”
I nod and he replies with an almost business-like “Well, lets go”

Although things aren’t quite as I had planned, they still are fun. I’m not worried, I just know that you have talent and are taking this in a different direction.

I have always felt at ease once I’m in our bedroom and this is no exception. He sits in the comfortable chair and says “Now let’s get a long look at you bitch”
I just stand at the foot of the bed.
“Let’s see some of what you’ve really got”, he says to me as his hand moves to his crotch.
“I don’t understand”, I reply, almost shyly.
“Come on, get on the bed and show me the goods. I want to make sure I’m getting my moneys worth.”
I get on the bed and lie on my back. I bring me knees towards me and spread my legs.
In preparation for this night, I shaved my pussy totally bald. So, since he wanted to see the goods, he’s getting a good show now.
“Nice pussy, especially for a whore”
“Do you want me to tell you why it’s so nice?”, he asks.
I paused for a moment, not quite sure how to answer, but I said “yes”.
Then he beings his reasoning: “It’s bald so I can enjoy it all its beauty and it’s already dripping wet and glistening. “
“I’m glad you like it hon”, I answer.
He then tells me to get off the bed and come back to the foot.
I can that his cock is pushing against his pants from watching me and massaging his balls.

The fantasy continues next time.

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