Tuesday, September 26, 2006

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.

Monday, September 25, 2006

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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Thursday, September 21, 2006

#HNT 21 - Another Nice Pair

CJ's great legs while sitting on our new swing on the balcony at the new place.
He ran track in High School and I swear he still has runner's legs.
One of my favorite places is my face being caught between those strong thighs.
Never enough....yummies!

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

CBW #33 - A Fine Donation #2

This week it's 'thank you' to dickhur for knowing how I like it.
He found this picture for me on the web and sent along.
Used up and yummy!

Sunday, September 17, 2006

A Different Kind Of Sex Bed Sunday

Greetings to all my fair readers. I am slowly working my way back. Something came to mind the other night while I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep:
The size of the playground known as my bed.
Note that I’ve added a new poll to my sidebar, asking about the size off your playground.

CJ and I have a magnificent King size bed.
I think I’ve mentioned before what a special place I think it is. I know that I’ve told CJ on a regular basis the same thing. Some of the adjectives that I would use to describe are: special, fun, and mystical, just to name a few.

I think having a King size bed gives us freedom. There’s more movement available for one reason.
I must admit that it seems as though we do less spooning than we did when we had smaller beds, and I wonder if it isn’t because of all the room.
It’s nostalgic to think back to college when we would spend the nights together in a twin bed, but I could never stand that again.

So, does size matter when it comes to your bed?
What do you think of that poor piece of furniture that takes all that pounding from your mutual love?

By the way the pictures of the bed for today are at the new apartment, you can even see that the bedroom opens out onto a balcony.

Sex Bed Sunday

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Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Home Sweet Home

Update from the patient:

As of about 6:00pm I was in our new home. CJ did a wonderful, and very difficult, job of pulling the whole move together with only the help of our child. It felt so special. We will have to take some pictures that try to capture the beauty and the love.

Of course, a very heartfelt 'thank-you' from all my fans for the good wishes and prayers, believe me every bit has helped.

So I was sent home this evening after eight days in the hospital with no real diagnosis. I have been prescribed a couple new medications, some just temporarily for pain, nausea, and to help me sleep. I'm following up with my regular doctor and a GI specialist.
I'm anemic, have barely eaten, and haven't slept well for over a week so I can't say I'm quite myself yet. I sure am on the way though, the therapeutic value of a hot shower is undervalued.
I will be sleeping in my own bed, next to my soulmate another therapy.

I'll be going slow at first, so I can't promise when things will be 'back to normal', but trust me I have plenty of content.

I need to take care of myself for the ones that love me and the ones I love...I'll be doing that first.

I look forward to getting back into the groove.

See you all soon....

Sunday, September 10, 2006


To all Debbie's readers:

We apologize for not posting for a while, but a few things have crept up.
As you know, we moved this past week to new digs, but before we were able to accomplish the feat, Deb fell ill and on Wednesday I took her to the hospital.
She hadn't been feeling well and was in some bit of pain reciently, and it finally got the best of her.

After a trip to the emergency room, they admitted her. As of this writing, they still don't know what's wrong with her.
The doctors have dismissed a bleading ulcer, cancer, infection, and are now considering Crone's Disease. Basically, after 4 days they still don't have a clue.
We need a "Dr. Gregory House" BADLY!
Deb's pain is under control with Dilaudid (!), but she's not sleeping well at night.

Needless to say, I had to accomplish the move myself with some help from our college kid.
To top it all off, a lady who wasn't paying attention hit our car at Sam's Club yesterday while I was trying to park; dent city to Deb's car.

On the bright side, I was invited back for a formal interview in Washington on Monday. This is a great thing, as the company/institution/bureau that wants me about as hard to get into as is Harvard University. A dream job with my dreeam company.

I just wanted to let you know about why Deb hasn't posted lately, and will pas along your best wishes for a speedy recovery.
With luck, she'll be home Wednesday...

Thanks, and stay tuned - I'm sure Debbie is cooking up a kinky doctor / nurse story for you!