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.

Debbie Does You #1 - For Jack

This is my first attempt at my newest feature: Debbie Does You. The first story is for the person that inspired me to do this feature. Because of the subject matter it may also end up as a post on the site I'm a part-time writer for, The Fellatrices

If you like the idea and would like to participate you are welcome to go ahead and send me your fantasy via email (see the link on the sidebar). If you have a website, be sure to include it so I can link my readers to you.
Male or female, I'll try my best to fulfill them in writing. This won't be a regular feature like CBW, rather it will depend upon the emails I get. I'm non-judgmental, so don't be shy. I think it's a wonderful way to make my blog more interactive. Of course, I'll still be writing my regular stories.
Now without further ado, the premier of Debbie Does You.

Jack has sent me his fantasy and it's sadly a common one, but luckily one I enjoy writing about.
To quote, his two emails:

I am married (24 years) and my wife has only gone down on me a couple of times with no completion. My fantasy would be to find a nice warm mouth simply finishing and swallowing. I really enjoy seeing a woman who enjoys.
I am a real fan of a lady who enjoys the art of oral sex.

I didn't mind being a well-known Fellatrix in my neighborhood. Any man who met me always treated me with respect. I had been curious about a man, seemingly about my age that had moved in down the street from me. He would smile when I walked by his house, but didn't seem to want to make much conversation. I had assumed that my reputation had reached him quickly and he was married. His attempt at fidelity was something to be admired.

A few months went by and the days began to get shorter. One cool evening my doorbell rang and there was Jack. He introduced himself and I invited him if for any other reason than I was curious as to why he was visiting me. I extended my hospitality and got him a drink; it was obvious he needed to say something to me. He told me that he knew about me and my consuming passion with acts of love. I smiled, told him that what he had heard was true, and asked him what he was doing in my living room.

At first he blushed, but then seemed like a man with a real purpose.
"My wife had to leave town on business", he began to explain.
I urged him to go on.
"I need a sample of your talents", he asked almost shamefully.
He went on to explain that his wife was not a woman that was enthusiastic in bed. He wanted to know that his cock could be something that a woman really wanted.

By now, I had moved next to Jack on my couch. I whispered in his ear not to worry and moved my hand to slightly spread his legs. I gently kneaded his thighs, he spread his legs wider and got more comfortable as my hands explored his muscular legs and I kissed his neck.
The bulge in his pants was becoming more visible and I ran my fingertips across the swelling. He quickly took a deep breath and began to rub my neck and shoulders. As I cupped my hand over his bulge, he got more insistent and pushed my head to his lap. He unbuckled his belt as I pulled down his zipper.
"Oh god...please", he said to me.
He reached down and pulled his hard cock out of his shorts. I wanted all of him so I pulled his pants and shorts down to ankles and got on my knees to do this man's cock right.

I always like a taste first, an appetizer if you will, so I swirled my tongue over and around his shaft. Yes, there is a common taste to all men, but at the same time I have found a certain subtle taste that is individual to each and I do savor it. My tongue flattened and licked more at Jack's cock, working my way to his head. I moved up the underside as I reached his cockhead and flicked my tongue around his frenulum (that's the fold of skin on the underside of the head; it’s very sensitive). I have learned over the years that this is a man's clit and Jack's reaction was no different than most. He moaned out at first, and then groaned for me to suck him off and to show him my tits as I did. I took off my blouse and pulled my tits up and over my underwire lace bra.

I began my feast hungrily and sucked his head into my warm wet mouth. His precum was salty and in it's own way urged me on. Soon my head was bobbing up and down slowly on Jack's cock. He held onto to my head, but didn't control me. After taking him almost down, I came back up to his spongy knob, licking and suck, licking and sucking before going back down his shaft again. Jack let me know he liked what I was doing with his moans and rocking of his hips. I joined his pleasure with the sounds of slurping, sucking, and muffled moans.

I looked up at Jack as I finally took him all the way down my throat. As I did my fingernails gently scrapped across his inner thighs from his knees to his balls. I moved my tongue deftly out of my mouth while holding his cock inside and touched the tip of my tongue to his swollen sac. He groaned and began to fuck my face in earnest. I kept taking him in as I squeezed and showed off my tits for him. He was hot and hard in my soft, warm, wet mouth and needed to cum.

"Ooh fuck you I'm gonna cum", he groaned out.
He thrust his cock so deep down my throat that his balls slapped my chin. Like a rifle going off, his balls exploded his gooey milk down my throat. I swallowed his cum and the head of his cock as he did.
He took a few deep breaths as I pulled up and let his cock fall from my mouth like a weary solider.
After that things became more formal again. Jack pulled up his pants, stood, kissed me on the cheek, and left. Although we saw each other often we never spoke of that night, nor did it repeat itself.
My pleasure comes in knowing that I left Jack happy and with a smile on his face.

An Overdue Update

Greetings to my wonderful readers. I have had family visiting for several days and I haven't been feeling well lately. I am also dealing with getting ready for an audit at work, usually not getting home until after 7:00pm most evenings. This means I haven't been able to write much, but it doesn't mean that I haven't been getting ideas. I have several notes for more stories when I have more time and less stress.
I want to give you an idea of a feature want to start. I hope that people like the idea enough that I'll keep doing it. I would like to start a feature called "Debbie Does You". I'd like to have my readers tell me about a fantasy they have that hasn't been fulfilled yet. I'll take that fantasy and turn it into a story.
There's more details to it all that I'm not going to go into yet. Starting thinking about sharing them with me.
More to come when I feel more like myself again.

Enough is Enough Already!

This is a wonderful post from CJ, who is my greatest fan and advocate. I must admit I did edit part of his original post here. Originally he asked for money for the story he is writing (I've seen two parts and love it so far). But, money isn't what the site is about so I changed it to CBW submissions instead, please read below for details.


OK peep holes, since there seems to be no one reading this blog or submitting nice hard cocks for my delightful Dirty Debbie to drool over, I am setting my foot down.

Over the next few weeks I will be posting a story that's been rolling around in the back of my head, but the outcome will depend entirely upon you, fair readers.
I will post on an ongoing basis, but how often will depend on how much you donate to the CBW cause.
See, we get tons of hits, but only a few comments and as of late, no hard cocks for Debbie and it's really ticking her off.

Don't let this be us:

I'm asking you to help Debbie's inspiration by saying that yes here's a picture of what your blog does to my cock, you like what we're doing and yes, please continue. In doing so, you will by default be anonymously saying, "Yes, please continue your blog".

This is how it will work:
I post, you donate a CBW if you like it and want more, faster. No one likes a story drug out unless it's good, and this one's a doozy! The finished manuscript totals over 10,000 words, and it's a bit kinky. Strike that: it's REALLY kinky!

We KNOW that there are tons of people not only in the US, but in Europe, Asia, and the Middle East that read Dirty Debbie's Little Diary on a continuing basis, so show us your stuff.

In the words of Bartles and James, we thank you for your support!
CJ

Cum And Join Me And Cum

"Talk dirty to me"
That's one of my favorite sentences to either speak or hear.

Many times it's my hobby of cybering that gives me inspiration for the fiction that I write on this site.
It's so much fun. I've chatted with women and men from all over the world and it's one of my favorite late night activites.
Lately I've been thinking how much fun it might be to have cybersex with my readers. I always figure the more the merrier.
Actually this did happen once in May of 2006. I helped Ken and Jen (the infamous Dirty Couple in Virginia) fulfill a fantasy by having cybersex with Ken. You can read about what happened and excerpts here.

I do most all of my chatting on passion.com in a chatroom called, strangely enough, Talk Dirty to Me. Why not come on in and introduce yourself? It's free and it's fun.
To sign up just click on the icon on the sidebar that looks like:







As you can see on the button, my name on passion.com is debs_bed.

So, why not sign on and see me sometime?
Yummy!

Duty and Priority

I want to start this entry by visually explaining one of my major outlooks on life.
For many years now I've known that life is a wonderful thing. This idea sort of hit home when I was about 21 years old and the depth of the understanding has grown over the years. I believe that life is dynamic, things happen for a reason, and there are no accidents.
I believe I make my own life, it does not 'happen' to me.
So, having once been a student of the Tarot, I always picture myself on a large wheel that is turning. Because of the turning sometimes I'm 'on top of the world', while at other times the wheel is on top of me. But it does spin, so nothing good lasts forever, therefore cherish it; and nothing bad lasts forever either, so don't sweat it.


Lately I have been at the bottom of the wheel on several levels. I'll mention just a couple of them here.
It took three attempts to fix my laptop, ending with my hard drive being replaced without a complete backup. So everything from Quicken files to recipes are gone for good. But, regret and bitching won't write those 0's and 1's onto my new hard drive. It is a great reminder of the impermanence of life.
Then I found out that my mother was very ill. I had to leave town to go and take care of her for a couple of days.
When I compare this sort of stuff to the blog I love to write I feel like a shallow hedonist. So that's why there was no CBW this week, but I will pick that up next Wednesday. Part two of my latest story will go in tomorrow after some editing.

I have been writing this sex blog for 3 years and I not only enjoy it, but I'm proud of the fact that I can integrate the side of my life that my readers know here along with my regular 'ho-hum' life.
I hope I always have both and never have to decide on one or the other.

One Night Does Not A Groove Make

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Learning To Write, Again

Recently I have gotten very involved with a cybersex chat room.
When I first got onto the internet in the mid '90's I was fascinated by this form of mutual masturbation.
Now my involvement isn't only for my pleasure or satisfaction, but also because it helps me in the role as sexblogger.
When I cyber I like the man, or woman, to be able to keep up with me, I need things to move along because inevitably things are escalating.

The other night one man was watching my cyber antics with one of new "regulars". He actually asked me if I was a 'bot'. When I asked why he would say that he said that my responses were so quick. The virtual lover I was with defended my honor by explaining what a quick wit I had to our audience.

It hit me then that the cyber sessions I have now actually keep me sharpened in regards to my writing skills. Of course it has a wonderful bonus of orgasm.
But seriously folks when I write a story, whether it's truth or fiction for this site, I have plenty of time to write it, edit, rewrite, until it says things just the way I want it. When I cyber the pace is quicker the need is more urgent. I have to quickly think of new ways to say the same old things and I find a lot of fun in that.
Yeah, I guess now I have a new fetish, semantics.
It's probably just a phase or stage I'm going through now, but I think several of my upcoming stories will be based on experiences and learning in my new favorite chat room.
As always, I hope my readers will let me know their thoughts on all of it.