Friday, November 30, 2007

The Bike, Part Deux

Ah yes, the times we had flying down the highway on that old girl with my beautiful Deb. As it was a "hard tail" with no suspension to speak of save the rear tire, it was often a bumpy, vibrating ride. Why we didn't make out on the back of it, I'll never know. Well, now that we're approaching Middle Age, I would love to have a place to build a bike like that again, and of course, diddle my Deb's on the back.

Without going through all the photo's I've stashed away from the past (and I really must do that someday) here's the closest pix to our baby:

Sunday, November 25, 2007

The Bike

One way I keep up on other sex blogs and sites is getting the RSS feed from Fleshbot. I came across an article there that flashed me back to the early years of my marriage to CJ. It's called Flesh Flicks: Easy Riding, watch it here.
To quote Fleshbot:
There aren't a lot of certainties in life, but there is one thing we know without a doubt: Chicks dig motorcycles. They're so popular with the ladies that it seems as if you don't even have to know how to ride one. Just park it someplace secluded and eventually a hot, leather clad babe will come by and let you fuck her on it. Works every time!
Back in those days, in my early 20's, when I was married to CJ, I was not as well versed in the art of sex and love-making. I used to love being the passenger on his Triumph T100C 1968, also known as the tiger, motorcycle. It was always a rush. I was too naive to realize what that rush was, but I now know it was a type of sensuality.
Once we were divorced I used to tell people that the only thing I missed about my ex was 'the bike'.
Now that we are back together there is no bike, only two cars, a Ford and a Cadillac. I wish I was as well versed, as open, as free in my sexuality back then. I would have love to have gotten fucked by CJ on that bike.
Is this just me gals? Do you think that a good looking motorcycle is as sexy as a good looking man?
I think it's the curves, the leather, the power all associated with a good bike.

Maybe I need to figure a good way to mess up that leather interior in CJ's Caddy.
If it doesn't happen in reality I can always write a story about either the Caddy or the Triumph.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Turkey Hash

So real life has interrupted my blog life once again.
The holidays have begun and I have had family to take care of. I hope that everyone had a happy Thanksgiving and realized all the things that there are to be thankful for.
Our family is small, but we enjoy each other. Everyone came to our place for the long holiday weekend. CJ makes the best mashed potatoes and roasted turkey I have ever eaten. I made all the other fixings. Like all the good things we do, it was a true joint effort. I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for a second journey with CJ. I am thankful for my home that I can make welcoming to all visitors.
I hope that everybody enjoys the season and each other. Let's all try to remember the force of love and respect on the world around us.

My entries may be sparse until the New Year, but they will come! Remember Dirty Debbie is also thankful, thankful that she is a woman, thankful that her sexuality is free, thankful that she has this sex blog and readers that have stuck with it.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

The Morning Lick - Part II

First catch up with Part I

I saw Brad's arm moving more as he spoke to me. Then he asked me if I wanted to know what his idea was. Of course I did, there was a possibility that this was going to be more interesting than I thought, even if it wasn’t right.

“I want to taste your juicy sweet pussy while I feel your lips wrapped around my cock”, he blurted out. I heard him unzip his pants and saw that his arm was now almost in a full jerking motion.
I told him that the sound of a guy jerking off was a real turn on for me. I have always reveled in the sound of thick flesh being yanked. He smiled and was glad that I was enjoying it.

I moved from the chair to sit on the side of his desk. I wanted to get a look at that meaty play toy I heard him enjoying.
I peered past the edge of the desk and to his lap. He tightly his cock at the base and proudly showed himself off to me.

“Here you go Deb”, he said like a chef presenting his signature dish. It was all so simple really, I just have to give him a Debbie Deluxe, just like he had read about in my blog.
“Swallow my cum and let me nibble that gorgeous clit of yours and your husband could be our newest employee”, he said to me lustfully.

What a mixture of excitement and guilt those words gave me. I had never done anything like this before, but my mind quickly resolved, or should I say rationalized, my actions. I would do what I needed to, but I would picture CJ’s cock in my mouth. I would taste CJ, not Brad. And that would be CJ’s tongue on my hot slit. Brad wouldn’t be able to take those thoughts away from me.

Brad stood up and removed his pants, the tails of his shirt danced around his stiffening cock and tight balls as he leaned over to clear off his desk. He picked me up off the desk and lay me down. Each movement seemed to become more and more urgent as he lifted up skirt and pulled off my panties. He spread my legs apart.

He climbed on top of me and straddled my face. His knees pushed into my cheeks as he commanded me to suck his dick. I was quickly enveloped in the musk of a new man and the warm smooth skin of his cock twitching against my chin and lips.
I felt his warm breath on my damp pussy, then a small nibble at my clit. I opened my mouth to moan and he lowered his cock into it. I sucked Brad’s cockhead into my mouth and began to eat it, but it was all for CJ, it was CJ I was sucking deeper down my throat. I had to be sure to do this well, if Brad didn’t like my technique I was in danger of not only having CJ lose out on a job, but I would have done this with another man all for naught.

I slurped heavily on his thick meat and pushed my tongue against his shaft as I moved it back and forth over his warm tasty cock. To add to the delicious sensation I felt Brads tongue exploring my pussy, he was making it ache and wet and I fucking loved it. I rocked my hips against his face as he easily glided in and out of my mouth. When his cock was deep down my throat he would be sure to push his tongue into my wet tight hole, making me moan on over his throbbing dick.

After a little while he wanted more. He pulled his head out from between my legs and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Suck my balls you fucking nasty whore”, he moaned as he lowered his smooth nuts to my lips. I flicked at them with the tip of my tongue first, but it wasn’t enough and Brad became impatient with me saying,
“I said suck them bitch!”
I gently sucked one side of his nut sack inside my mouth and he groaned out right before diving into my bare muff again. I spread my legs wider and slurped across his sack.

He began to finger my asshole as he continued to eat me and I was close to cumming. My body shivered and my fingernails ran across his ass cheeks. My clit felt so swollen I just had to release, my entire body was beginning to quiver.
Brad knew what he was doing to me and he picked up the pace. My orgasm started deep inside me and ran down my gut to soak my pussy and feed Brad my juices. I let his balls fall from my mouth and I moaned out. Oh, it’s always so damn good.

“My turn honey”, he said as he shoved his cock down the length of my throat. I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat as he started to vigorously fuck my face.
I kept up with him, sucking on his manhood with each stroke. It was though he was doing push ups on my face. His moaning became more intense and I knew he was ready to explode. He buried his cock deep in my face and I sucked like never before. I don’t even think I had sucked off CJ so powerfully. It worked and it worked quickly. His flesh shotgun went off in the back of my throat and immediately started to swallow is hot goo.

Once we had both had our fill we got off the desk and straightened ourselves out.
Although I was eager to find out one way or another how I did, Brad played it very cool.
“Your husband should know by the beginning of next week about his job”, he said
I smiled, thanked him, and left the office.
I went home, took a long hot shower, and didn’t say a word to CJ.

As predicted the call came for him to start at the station the following Tuesday.
I think I grinned with a knowing sort of smirk when he told me.
I couldn’t tell him that I did my part to help him get that job

Thursday, November 1, 2007

The Morning Lick - Part I

lick |lik|
informal a short phrase or solo in jazz or popular music

CJ had been searching for the job of his dreams ever since we moved in together a few years ago. He had been in radio when he lived in Ohio and Arizona and wanted to return to the field.
CJ has the perfect radio voice, it’s deep and sexy and he has a repertoire of different character voices.
I really began feeling bad for him when the more he searched the fewer jobs seemed to be out there.

After about a year of searching an opportunity arose that I had to take advantage of the best way I knew how. I was going through my email one evening when I noticed that my weekly newsletter from the radio station I listen to had some additional information. My classic rock station was in need of a producer for the morning show.
I had a strange contact with someone at the station. A few months ago I had sent in a top 10 list for a contest and had accidentally used my Dirty Debbie email account. A link to the website is in the signature. It created a new fan of the site in the promotions department of the station. We even traded a couple of emails and I had sent a few ‘special’ pictures.

I showed the email to CJ and urged him to apply for the position.
In the mean time, I wrote a letter to my connection. CJ got a call a few days later to come in for an interview. CJ reported the interview went well and the next day they called for a second interview and some demo tapes. I wrote again to my connection, Brad. As part of my email I wrote the following:
I care so much for CJ and I know what a hard worker he is. I think he would be an asset to your station. I would do anything to insure he got the job.
-dirty debbie ;)
The reply came within hours.
I’m sure we can work something out that would be mutually beneficial. I’m sure you’re a listener of our Morning Lick. Join me for the show on Thursday. Be at the station at 7:00am. Identify yourself as Debbie Johnson. They will know to send you right to my office.
I didn’t tell CJ what I had done. I didn’t even know if my scheme would really work, but I was willing to give it a try.
On Wednesday I told CJ that I had a breakfast meeting with a client and would be leaving early. Thursday morning I got dressed in my usual business casual clothing and headed off to the station. I was only a few minutes early when I pulled into the parking garage. I reported to the front desk and followed Brad’s instructions. I was shown to his office and told he would be with me in a few minutes. For the few moments I was there and alone there was a little voice in my brain that was already saying,
“What the hell are you doing Deb?”
It’s true. I was getting ready to prostitute myself to get a job for the man I loved. Would he understand if he knew?
I was pondering all this when I heard Brad enter the room. I turned around in my chair and immediately surprised, Brad was much younger than I had pictured him, maybe 30 at the most.
I smiled as he greeted me and locked the door. I remained seated as he came up behind me, touched my shoulder, and shook my hand.

“Debbie, it’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve been a fan of the blog ever since my first visit”.
I thanked him and boldly let him know that I wasn’t there for small talk. Brad agrees and asked me to elaborate as I saw his hand move from the desk to his lap.
“Tell me in no uncertain terms why you’re here”.
The explanation was brief, blunt and to the point. I was willing to do just about anything to help insure the employment of my husband at the station. I told him to maybe think about the Dirty Diary and get some ideas from there.
He told me that he watched that video of me blowing CJ and often jerked off wishing it were his cock I was eating.
All I could think was “big surprise, it’s the most often asked for service from whores”.
I agreed, but Brad had one other idea.

Read about Brad's idea next time...