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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The Ultimate

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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.