Thursday, April 30, 2009

The Stranger Could Be Fun

It has now been a year since CJ and I have been on a vacation. Our last one was to New Orleans and is described here, Second Honeymoon.

Our next adventure has been planned and it is something neither of us has done before. We have planned a cruise to the Western Caribbean. I won’t go onto all the details here. Suffice to say that it looks like one of the most sensational and fun vacations I’ve seen in a while. We may hit a bit of a snag though. Our cruise is visiting Jamaica, Grand Cayman, and Mexico. As of now there is no change, but we don’t know what the status of swine flu will be by the end of June and it’s impact, if any, on our Mexican port of call.

The other night, while doing my best to fall asleep, I starting thinking about fun on a gigantic cruise ship with a casino, spa, restaurants, bars, clubs, theaters, etc.
What I started to think about was “What if we just had to spend an extra day on the ship?”
This is assuming that we just didn’t disembark at our Mexican port of call. Below is what I came up with, it’s not totally formulated, but it’s a beginning. The more I thought about it, the more I realized we could do it no matter what our circumstances end up being.
Let me know your feelings, ideas, and comments on this. In fact this post will probably the first time CJ is hearing about it.
CJ and I have already spent money on formal wear for some of the dinner seating’s. I have a wonderful dress and CJ now owns (he isn’t renting) a tuxedo. That will add to the fun.

One of my favorite songs by Billy Joel is The Stranger. Those who know
the song may recall this line:
They're the faces of the stranger, but we love to try them on

Wouldn’t it be fun? It’s almost a turn on if, for a least a couple of days, CJ and I portrayed a couple different from our true selves. None us truly expose our entire selves. We show splinters. I am one person at work. One person at home. One person here on my blog. They are all true, but different. The same would be just as legitimate on the cruise. We wouldn’t know any of those 4000 passengers and crewmembers we’ll see and meet.

They won’t know us either. In fact who’s to say that some couple isn’t doing the same? The more I’m writing, the more exciting the whole prospect is becoming to me. Of course, I have to have a willing partner for it to work. If CJ doesn’t want to play I could always play alone (masturbate my personality) as long he supports me and doesn’t give me away. I would start with the basics, my profession; my age; my travels; level of promiscuity; the status of my marriage, it could really get interesting. As I said earlier, this is very much in the conception stage, but “the wheels are turning”.

More to come?
Don't forget it'll be fodder for plenty of posts in July.

EOM Sensual Art #1 - Mother Nature

As announced on April 18th, Dirty Debbie will be ending every month with a piece of art for enjoyment and inspiration.
This month in celebration of Earth Day I present several examples of mother nature and her beauty.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

CBW #111 - Undercover Lover

This fan, Mr W., sent me few pictures to choose from. I liked how he put it though,
I took a few shots to reveal my manhood.
I decided on the one that reveled it best. Thanks again W.

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Thursday, April 23, 2009

Reform Blogger !

Below is a part of an email I received today. I'm sure that many of my fellow sex bloggers that read this blog got it also. I like the ideas presented here. Please look over those ideas at the links and make your choices. I hope that you go with 'Yes' to remove the forced warning page that is now imposed on blogs like mine.

Using Google's new Product Ideas service, I'd like to work with you and other bloggers to reform Blogger's flawed content warning interstitial. As you may know, the forced warning page placed on "objectionable" blogs has caused a great deal of frustration for many users and possibly to yourself.
More info on these issues can be found here.

I ask that you consider voting "Yes" to:
"Make Content Warning optional. Remove flagged blogs from Blogger's Listings (Next Blog, etc), instead of forcing a splash page on 'objectionable' blogs (ex: nude art blogs). The warning page causes more problems than it solves and limits expression."

Vote Here To: Reform the Content Warning

Thanks for helping out.

Friday, April 17, 2009

BBF #3 - We're Off!

I was so glad to get this, the second submission for Dirty Debbie's BBF (Beautiful Bra Friday), I hope the trend continues.
This is a wickedly black lacy bra from the Naughty Nympho.
In her email she wrote: Here you go! I like the way her bra is saying the same thing.

Ladies don't forget to help boost the morale of our troops by contributing to:

There is a vast number of breasts and beautiful lingerie to adorn them with.
Share them here.
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

CBW #110 Juicy and Sweet

J wrote:
My plans for the night fell through. So instead I took a picture of my dick. Enjoy.

I don't think it's too bad being the gal that a guy thinks of when plans fall through. Looks nice, juicy and tasty. And with those toys, looks like you're ready to play.
Thanks for thinking of me.
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Monday, April 13, 2009

All Talk and No Action

Hey folks, a Debbie quickie this time.
I was thinking about something my mother told me years ago the other day.
She told me that if someone was talking a lot about sex it meant that in reality they weren't actually involved in any sexual encounters at all.
If this is true what does that say about the sex blogging community?
Do you think this theory is true?
Vote in my newest poll and let me know....we'll talk later.

When it comes to sex, does all talk mean no action?
Maybe/Don't Know
Free polls from

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Passion - Part II

Enjoy Part One first, then come and enjoy Debbie at her best.

I released your breast from my mouth and began a trail with my tongue over your abdomen, dipping into your navel for quick taste. I knew from our on line experience how much oral turned you on. I moved my body between your legs little by little until my mouth reached the top of your beautifully natural pussy.
I paused there, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply of your wondrous scent. Gently, I put one leg on the back of the sofa and assisted the other foot to the floor, opening you up to me. Oh, you were gorgeous! You had the most beautiful and sexy pussy that I had ever seen. I opened your lips to expose your glistening womanhood. Noticing a drop of your juice was about to spill onto the sofa, I dipped my head to lap it up with my tongue. I couldn't stop there. My tongue moved as if it had a will of it's own. Making wide circles around your clitoris and along the inside of your lips, and reaching the bottom, came up the middle to gently tease your clit.

Your hands were still on the back of my head, rubbing and caressing my curly hair. Your moans were very audible, spurring me on. I sucked you into my mouth, again creating a vacuum with my mouth, and licked your clit as it swelled to rock hardness inside my mouth. My fingers moved to your opening and I easily slid one finger inside, you were so wet! I found your cervix and began lightly rubbing it with my fingertip.
Your “oohs” and moans telling me you loved what I was doing, my finger became more demanding in its assault on your cervix, flicking and rolling my finger around it. You felt so good in there. I dreamed my whole self being inside you. From the amount of moisture beginning to generate from inside you, I knew your orgasm was imminent.

I was enjoying this far too much to allow this to happen just yet, so I slowed my pace just a little. I was not successful; your orgasm came full force. You pressed my face hard against your clitoris, bucking your hips, crying, “Please don't stop... please, please don't stop!”

Your wish was my command. My finger moved in and out of you faster and faster, stroking your cervix, my mouth sucking and licking your clitoris. My own orgasm being suspended while I continued pleasuring you.
“Come on, my darling, cum for me.” I whispered.
“Feed me, my sweet Debs.”

As you reached your peak, your hips were high in the air, off the sofa and my fingers became stiff inside you. Our moans and cries mixing in harmony. As the wave of pleasure passed us both, I pulled my mouth from your clitoris, and slowly removed my finger from inside you. I lay my head on your bush, revealing in the feel of you against my cheek. You pulled me up to lie on top of you and kissed me, tasting your juices on my mouth and sucking it from my moustache. I pulled back and looked into your intense deep eyes then lay on your chest.
“You hungry, babe?” you asked smoothly, nuzzling my hair.
“Not overly, just ate,” I replied with a grin.
“I mean for real food, silly,” you laughed.
Hummm... does that mean we have to get up?” I groaned.
“Well, we could order in.” you said.

Reluctantly, I stood up and helped you to your feet. I didn't realize just how hungry I was until we placed the order. Waiting for the food to arrive, we showered. When it finally arrived, we sat in the middle of the floor... rather lounged in the middle of the floor, with the food and glasses of Chardonnay wine between us. We let our towels drop from our bodies reveling on our nakedness–lying on our sides, braced on our hands, now naked, enjoying the fare.
At first, we made small talk. Leaning over to kiss each other once in awhile. The food tasted so much better on your lips than my own. Your kiss was electrifying. The food only half finished, I rolled over on my back and looked at the ceiling. Not wanting to miss the opportunity presented, you came over to me and lay on me. You started kissing me and caressing my body with your own.
We got off the floor and put the food away. Then you took my hand and led me to the bed where we explored our bodies all over again.
What seemed to be a few minutes of intense lovemaking were actually several hours. I hadn't slept so well in a very long time. I began slowly rising out of my peaceful slumber. I opened my eyes, wondering what woke me up. Then I realized you were gone. A moment of panic burst into my head, then I heard you moving around in the bathroom. Ummm, you’re making coffee. I lay there on the bed, naked, on my stomach, listening to your movements. The activities of the night mulling around in my mind. What a night it was! I never dreamed I'd ever meet anyone as fulfilling as you were... much less falling in love with that person. My eyes were closed, with a smile on my face, when you came back to the bed.

“I see that grin,” you said laughing, “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing, just remembering, Debs, sweetheart...” I said as I let my voice trail off.

You lay your body on top of my back, and I could feel your pubic mound on my buttocks pressing against me. I've always been a ‘morning' person. Really having the desire to have sex as soon as I woke up. I found myself very aroused at just the touch of you. You began moving against me, bracing your arms on either side of me on the bed, thrusting your pelvis into my backside. I arched my back to meet your thrusts. I got up on my knees, as did you. It was like you were making love to me from behind. You held my hips and began rocking me back and forth against you. I could tell from your moans, which you were as excited as I was. You sat back on your heels, and ran your hand along my manhood, feeling its hardness. Your fingers stroked my throbbing manhood, sending sparks of excitement throughout my body.

“More my sweet, Debs,” I said pleadingly.
“Please give me more darling.”

You mounted me and began making love to me with your warm, lubricating love nest. The feeling was fantastic. I wanted all of me inside you.
“More... please, Debs?” I cried.
“Johnny, honey, are you sure?” you asked, concern showing in your voice. “Yes... please?” I begged.

You moved back to your position and gently began gyrating your pelvis, driving me deeper inside of you. You clamped your vaginal muscles, the pressure becoming intense as you began humping me. Your weight on my pelvis began to intensify. You rotated and gently pressed, moving in and out, up and down. You increased the tempo and I slid my whole rod inside you. The immediate rush of pleasure made me cry out. My gasp made you stop.

“Are you ok?” concern evident in your voice. “You feel wonderful, please don't stop.”
You began rotating pelvis wildly as I pushed forward to drive myself far inside of you.
“You feel so good in there!” Johnny,” you cried.
“I love being inside you, darling” I said.
I thrust my cock in and out as you made love to me with your pelvis, rocking your hips back and forth with every stroke. You sensed I was close to orgasm and increased your rhythmic pace.
“I'm gonna cum, baby; fuck me; oh, please fuck me. Oh, God I'm cumming”, I screamed.
“Cum for me, Debs baby, I feel it”
“I'm cumming... oohhhhhhh Baby FUCK ME!”
”Come on, yeah... ummmm... feels good...”, you said as you fucked me deep and hard.
“I'm cumming inside of you, baby, cummin' cummin' cummin'” all the words jumbled together as wave after wave washed over me.

When my body took all it could stand, we both stopped moving. I stopped to catch my breath and feel me inside you, and you stopped to bask in the overwhelming feel of my being hard inside of you. Neither of us wanted me to withdraw, but we knew it had to be done. Slowly, I began pulling my manhood out and instinctively, your vaginal muscles once again closed in around my still throbbing penis. With a gentle tug, I was out. That moment was almost depressing. I was no longer inside you. I felt so empty. I missed you already. I would keep you in there always, if I could.
You lay down beside me and cuddled me in your arms, but both of us spent with no energy for anything. You told me you had never done anything like that before.
You kissed me and breathed a deep sigh. I whispered, “My darling Debs, I guess we are spent, having quenched each other with our passions.”
Kisses from Johnny

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

CBW #109 A Literary Man

What's better than a cock escaping, rock hard and pointed towards you?
That wonderful view behind him...
Books! My second favorite item a man has.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Passion - Part I

I want to pay homage to an anonymous admirer. For a quick easy sharpening of both my erotic writing skills and inspiration I go to a group chat room on I often ask for an email from a person who wants to chat, showing me his/her writing skills. I must admit it was flattering to get this story after just looking at my pictures.
It was a bit long so I am breaking it up into two parts.

We decided to rendezvous at a motel halfway between us. You agreed to meet me at the motel and I waited for you to arrive. As you knocked and I let you into the room, I admired your piercing eyes and desirable figure. You were much more striking than I had imagined from your profile on Looking into your sexy eyes and seeing your beautiful hair made me feel that this rendezvous wasn’t our first. What was it about you that made me feel we had met before? I thought. But, it wouldn’t come. We arrived at the motel and I opened the door to let you in first. I moved inside and was standing by the table admiring your breasts.
You walked up behind me and touched the inside of my upper thigh. I turned to look at you with puppy eyes. We were overcome with passion and couldn’t help but French kiss. I kissed you hard and pushed my tongue deeply into your mouth. Feeling your tongue in my mouth made me palpate so erotically. We exchanged lots of body fluids--I love deep wet kisses. That's when I reached between your legs. You grabbed my hand and lead me to the sofa.

We sat on the sofa. I sat at one end, as you lounged at the other, one foot on the floor and the other tucked under your knee. I wanted to touch you so badly I ached. Instead, I reached out and took the tucked foot and put it on my lap. Rubbing your ankle, I got gutsy and took your shoe off. I could feel the stress and tension in your foot as I began massaging it. The sock came next. I peeled off the garment and resumed rubbing, all the while studying your toes, gently curving arch, perfectly shaped toenails, and soft skin. Oh my Heavens, even your feet turned me on! Slowly, methodically I soothed away the stress in this foot. You were talking. What were you saying? I have no idea; I was totally engrossed and enamored by the foot in my hands. So I gave you the noncommittal “Uh huh,” as if I were listening.

You lifted your other foot to my lap. Oh, God, I'm in Heaven, both feet at my disposal. I took the other shoe and sock off and let them fall to the floor with the others. I turned to face you, this new foot in my hands. I know the look I gave you was pure passion. To be honored by massaging such masterpieces was beyond anything I have ever encountered. Your feet were so perfect! With my fingers on the top of your foot, and my thumbs on the underside, I gently massaged the stress away from the ball of your foot and between your toes. Studying and concentrating on the silky smoothness of your skin, my eyes followed my hands as they moved up to your ankle and began rubbing around it, I rubbed your Achilles tendon, then slowly moved up to your calf. One hand in front of the other, palm open, I rubbed the muscle with my fingers, as my thumbs rubbed the sides of your calf. Your skin was wonderfully erotic and so smooth!

You began to relax under my fingers and a soft sigh escaped your lips. My hands reached up to your thigh, thumbs pressing into the muscle, as my fingers gently pulled and rubbed the muscle. My heart was pounding in my chest as I felt the heat emitting from the center of your body. My hands moved from one leg to the other, repeating the same movements as before, and slid them down your thigh, over your knee, stopping to concentrate on your calf, then down to your ankle. I raised myself to my knees as I began moving my hands back upward on the inside of your legs. I looked into your eyes for a sign that you wanted me to continue. What I saw almost startled me. Your eyes were dark with passion, and your breathing was labored.
It was as if you were begging me to continue. “Please don't stop Johnny,” was all you said.

I slid my hands over the top of your upper thigh and over your groin to your hips and continued upward, over the fabric, then over your shirt. My body hovered over yours. I looked into your eyes, and then allowed my eyes to roam over your face, stopping at the sight of your soft and inviting lips. I leaned down to kiss you. Oh how wonderful...what a kiss. The moment our lips touched, the fire raged out of control. Our tongues entwined, as if they were wrestling. I sucked your tongue into my mouth, feeling its texture with my own. I became intoxicated with the taste of you. My hands found the soft mounds of your magnificent breasts and began caressing them through your blouse. Now you would learn that I’m no boy scout.

I released your tongue from my mouth, kissed your lips, and began kissing and gently sucking on your chin, working my mouth down your neck. You raised your head to expose more of your neck to my hungry mouth. Finding the buttons on your blouse, I began unbuttoning them. When my fingers released the last button, I sat upright as my hands exposed the beauty before me. I drew a ragged breath, and my hands cupped the rising beauties before me.

I put both hands around the left breast, leaving the nipple uncovered as my head dipped toward it. As my mouth was about to devour this luscious morsel, my tongue stretched out to meet your nipple. Barely touching, my tongue traced tiny circles around the large aureole, and moving in the same circular pattern, moved to the tip. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked your breast into my mouth, creating a vacuum with my mouth, and teased your nipple with my tongue. Your moans of delight exciting me even more. My left hand moved to cup your other breast and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. As I sucked your breast, your hands moved to the back of my head, rubbing my hair and pressing me into you. Your moans became more intense. I sucked you deep inside my mouth, until your nipple rested at the back of my throat. And in doing so, my tongue caressed the underside wanting more. The nipple between my fingers was rock hard... almost begging for the same treatment.

Slowly, I released the pressure on the left breast and pulled my mouth off, only to move to your right side and repeat the process. As I sucked your breast into my mouth, your moans became louder and you arched your back in obvious pleasure. My hands moved down your sides to the top of your pants, and around to the front, unbuttoning your fly. With your breast still in my mouth, my hands moved to your waistband and began gently tugging downwards. You raised two hips to accomplish this feat. As the pants moved down to your knees, I brought my foot up to assist in their continued descent. My hands caressed your now naked hips and around to your buttocks, squeezing and kneading them under my hands and lifting you up to me.

Sounds like fun has just begun…

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

CBW #108 - Computing

No,this is not an April Fool''s very real.
This self described fan sent me a couple of pictures of his fine cock. Being the blogger that I am I just had to choose the one with the computer in the background. It's great to think of that cock pointing at Dirty Debbie's blog and getting a good "work out".

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