Debbie Does You #9 - Out In The Open

Here's another DDU request from a client of mine in Viva Ponata.  He gave specifics about what he wanted and I hope I gave it to him


The sunny day came bursting through the big windows in my bedroom.  I woke and looked over at Rob and smiled.  He stirred, opened his eyes and gave me back an impish grin.  We had been together for 4 months now and every time he spent the night it seemed to get better and better.  There were still things I wanted to explore with him in bed, but I wasn’t quite comfortable yet.  My courage was building though.  The fact was what I wanted to explore with him wouldn’t happen in bed at all.

A couple of weeks went by; still I hadn’t brought up the special kink of mine.  I was trying to decide on the right place and time.  This morning I hit the brink; it was building up in me.

“Hey Craig I need to talk to you this morning, OK?”

Craig just smiled and nodded, telling me to go ahead.
I prefaced my request my letting him know there was nothing wrong.  I went on to tell Craig how much I enjoyed being an exhibitionist. Would he have a problem enjoying it with me?  At first, I saw that he was a bit taken a back by what I had just revealed to him.  Then it seemed as though the wheels in his head started turning, there was an excitement starting to show through in his expression.

“Not a problem at all honey, I have a great idea”, he answered with his face starting to flush.

I suggested that we have some coffee and breakfast and talk about it out of the bedroom.  I needed some coffee to help me with my plan.

“Now listen to me Deb”, Craig started.
“I want to have fun with this, will you let me take pictures of you ?” , he asked hopefully.

I hadn’t thought of that before, but I was willing to talk about it and work out a plan.  By the time we finished our second cups of coffee, we decided that we would go out to dinner two or three times to different restaurants.  At each place, we’d use the valet parking and flash the valet.  I decided not to wear any panties at all the first night.  Craig got out of the car first and stood behind the valet with his iPhone ready to take the pick.  The valet helped me out of the car, I spread my legs slightly as I bent my leg and put my right leg down to get out.  It was obvious the valet saw my bald pussy; his smile gave him away, while at the same time Craig snapped two pictures with the sound turned off.

The second time, three days later, I decided to wear a thong and work my way out of the car ass first, my skirt rode up and I showed off my round ass as Craig took more pictures. We decided to do it two more times and it was fun.  I would get wet at dinner still thinking about what I had done.  Then we would go home and look over the pictures.  It always turned the both of us on so much that we were fucking like bunnies.  After four times I needed more.  I needed to let the full exhibitionist out!

We stopped doing it after the fourth time, if for any other reason than it was getting expensive.  However, once we stopped the sex got a little less exciting.
After about two weeks without flashing, I came up with another idea.

“Craig, will you fuck me in that park about a mile from here...please ?”

He seemed to hesitate at first, but he told me he loved me and wanted to make me happy so he’d try it.

“How about the next sunny Saturday?”, I asked.

It was fine and it turned into our plan.  I already knew the weather forecast and that the upcoming Saturday was going to be beautiful.  Throughout the week I purposely didn’t make love to Craig, I wanted the both us to be very ready for our upcoming adventure.
Saturday we agreed that we would go down the park later in the afternoon. We decided to ‘dress’ for the occasion.  I didn’t wear any panties, a short skirt, and a demi-bra.  He didn’t wear his boxers and wore jeans with polo short.

I was glad it was a short drive to the park.  I figured a semi-secluded place would be best.  The thrill wasn’t worth being arrested.  The hiking trail looked inviting so we headed down it with our blanket.  The perfect area presented itself after a few minutes and it was as if we both knew it at the same time.  There was a row of tall bushes along one side of the clearing, and a pond on the other.  We put the blanket down and fell into each other’s arms.  This had to be quick down and dirty sex and I didn’t care, it was what I wanted.

Craig gently lay me down on the blanket, joining me and kissing my neck, my ears, and my mouth deeply.  His hands were up my blouse in no time, my nipples were surrounded by two fingers as he squeezed my big tits.  I felt like a schoolgirl being felt-up behind the gym.  Craig pulled my tits out of the cups, and his dick out of his pants.  I took a hold of it and stroked him until he got hard and his pre-cum was on my fingers.  I spread it over his cock head.  It was then that he told me this was fun and rolled me over to my stomach. I got on my hands and knees and before he entered me, Craig told me he loved me.

I enjoyed the excitement about the risk of being caught, but more than that, it was the open air.  A cool breeze was sweeping over my skin that had become damp with sweat and wet kisses.  I always felt free making love with Craig, but there is a freedom of fucking in open air and by the water.
Craig was moving in and out of my slick pussy.  He teased me, pulling all the way out and moving his knob, wet with my juices, up and down my slit, tickling my clit and then, this time, slamming deep inside me.  I gripped the cool grass between my fingers instead of our sheets and moaned out.
Craig intensified my arousal by leaning over and telling me he thought the people on the other side of the pond had heard me.  I pushed harder back against him when he said that.  He was pounding my cunt now, tugging at my nipples, and kissing the back of my neck, we were together.  We were lovers in the woods celebrating each other.

We rocked together and as we came close to orgasm Craig finally said, “Cum baby, cum for those people over there”

With that, the waves came over me; hot waves of orgasm ran through me.  A few quick strokes with a final screwing of his cock into my tight pussy and Craig joined me, groaning and collapsing on top of me.  I looked around and couldn’t see anyone, both of us laughed at the fun we had, dusted ourselves off and headed home.

We decided to clean up together and took a shower.  As I was washing Craig’s back I thought to myself; Maybe next time he’ll tie me to a tree, while I’m on my hands as knees and take me up the ass.  However, I have to tell him about my bondage kink first I guess.

Debbie Does You #6-The Stranger (Part II)

Be sure read how these strangers met in Part One











Once her dress was loose Jen thought about how glad she was that she was wearing her favorite lingerie.  She hoped he liked it too.  Jen’s hand moved to touch the bulge in his pants; the feel of a warm, hard cock was so exciting!

“Take your dress off for me”, he deeply whispered and Jen obeyed.  The dress slipped to her feet in a silken pile and she started to take her high heels off.

“No leave them on, you look so good like that, you’re perfect”

His hands ran up and down Jen’s stockings.  Pausing at her inner thighs, teasing her.  The mixture of the evening’s breeze and her excitement had hardened Jen’s nipples so that they looked like little pink erasers as they pushed through the loosely woven lace of her bra.  The stiffening cock in front of her looked increasingly like it needed release and Jen obliged, undoing his belt buckle and unzipping the fly.  A cock a full attention jumped out at Jen and her pussy dampened even more.  A moan filled the air as Jen helped him out of his pants.

 “I wanted to fuck you since I handed you that Horny Bull”, he told her.

 “I need cock so badly I ache”, Jen replied.

He told her how much he liked the lingerie and kissed her, working his way from her mouth and soft lips to her neck.  He nuzzled in between her tits, moaning softly on to her smooth skin.  The demi-bra made a perfect shelf for her 40D tits and he pulled them up and over the wire.  Then Jen felt one of her most favorite feelings, the nibbling of her nipples.  Now she was wet, now her pussy was going to need attention, the attention of a good man.  He lifted his face from her tits and looking at her hopefully said, “Can you take the panties off and leave the stockings and bra on?”

 “Your wish is my command”, Jen said dutifully. 

She played with the garter a bit and slowly pulled her black lace panties off as she stared him right in the eye.  Jen stepped out of them, picked them up and wrapped them around his cock.  He sighed then admired her trimmed bush.  Jen didn’t shave everything off, but left a 'landing strip', just for fun.

“You look good enough to eat”, he said as laid straight on his back.
“Sit on my face, and let me taste that pussy”, he demanded.

She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the sensation, then squatted over his mouth, putting her arms behind her, she steadied herself on his chest and felt heaven.  Heaven now was a man’s tongue exploring her clit, licking little circles around it, then sucking.  Oh god, the wonderful feeling.  Real men eat pussy, and good men do it well.  This was great and she moaned her sighs of pleasures.  His tongue ran down her wet slit and found the tight hole that needed his attention.  Pushing his tongue through her swollen lips, he began to explore the wet soft walls of her pussy.

“Oh fuck, I’ll cum if you keep doing this”, she moaned out in the darkness. 

He took hold of her hips and darted his tongue in and out of her, faster, pushing his nose against her clit.  Tonight Jen wasn’t going to hold back, screams escaped as she came quick and hard.  He pushed her up and off his face and Jen could see his lips glistening with her juices.  He massaged her legs again, obviously obsessed with the silk stockings, but that was fine with Jen. 

“I need to fuck you Jen”, he said sternly. 

Soon she was on her hands and knees, bent over the big pink teddy bear they had been laying on.  He positioned himself behind her, but didn’t enter her yet.  Leaning over he kissed her back, and grabbed her tits, whispering in her ear,
“You’ve got great tits, and a great ass, and I can’t wait to be inside your great pussy”. 

His kisses and nibbles went back down her until he reached her rounded ass cheeks that were ideally framed with her garter belt and stockings.  He nibbled on those cheeks as he fingered her ass.  This time it was groans that filled the air and Jen began to feel like a wild and free animal, being in the outdoors, having great sex, and feeling like a woman again.

“mmmmm….fuck me now”, Jen pleaded.

The next sensation was that of a tease, the feeling of a cock head running down her slit, making it wetter, and making her beg for more.

“Take it all”, he said as he slammed his cock inside her, she lifted her head as he groaned out, Jen gasped, but not because of the feeling of cock inside her again.

She saw a shadow.  A shadow in the tent nearby.  The outline was obviously that of a man, a man whose dick was resting in the palm of his hand and he was slowly jerking off.  My god!  He had been watching them!  Horrified at first and then turned on, Jen pushed back hard onto that fine cock that was fucking her, trying to pick up the pace.  He grabbed her shoulders and slowed her down.  There was movement in the shadow and the glows around it.  He was coming towards them.  “Stop” she cried out.

“Is there something wrong baby?”, he gently asked.

Jen explained she thought they had a spectator and told him to keep on the look out for him.  Turns out he was just as turned on at the prospect of being part of a sex show and told her not to worry.  Jen couldn’t see, but he had caught the eye of the man and motioned him towards them. 
Jen soon felt the engine of that hard cock slowly starting up again and taking her tight cunt for a ride.  She turned inward, into her body, into her womanhood, into her freedom, then relaxed and enjoyed the ride.  She not only enjoyed how good sex made her feel, but she reveled in the ability to make a man feel that good too.  It took her to another plane when it was this good. 
She was rudely awakened from all this with, “What’s going on here?” and the shine of a flashlight in her face.
She yelled and felt the cock pull out of her.  Then there were threats of calling the police; after all, he was only a security guard. 

“This is fine pussy, how about you have some and we forget all about this”.

“Hey wait”, Jen said as she turned around to look at them, “Don’t I get a say in this?”. 

“Who are you why are you here?”, Jen insisted on knowing.

“I’m the security guard here, you can just call me Billy”, he explained as he unzipped his fly, “What do you think, could you use another honey?”

It was a fine thick cock and it was popping out of a uniform.  Jen hadn’t been part of a threesome since she was in college.
“The more the merrier”, she said giving in.

Her pal from the bar said, “Let’s switch places” and came to the front, the front of Jen’s face.  She could smell her juices on his cock and instinctively opened her mouth.  Billy didn’t wait at all and stretched her cunt with his thick cock almost immediately.  He went into her with such power that she was forced onto the cock in front of her face.

“Suck  me” is all she needed to hear.  Jen began to suck her own juices off his hard cock while getting fucked harder and harder from behind.
The cry, groans, moans, and whimpers of great sex began to float over the booths and tents along with the fog.  Jen had started to cum, the taste of cock in her face and the feel of it in her pussy being too much for her to stand.  Her sucking was working wonders on the cock that was fucking her face and she felt the jerk of a trigger about to go off. 
He jammed his cock far down her throat as started to cum, “Ohhhhhh, yea..mmmm”
Jen drank the milky goo and got drunk on it.

However, a new sensation was moving across her body.  A cool hard feeling over her ass.  Jen turned to look behind her to see Billy with his nightstick and he was moving it onto her asshole.  He wasn’t quite entering her ass with it, but he was getting close.  He picked up the pace, teasing Jen’s ass with the nightstick, it was hard and cool.  He was more gruff with her, not gentle as it was before. 

“Bitch, you ready to be my cum slut?”, he asked her, then began to smack he ass with the nightstick.  She liked it and as he bucked hard on her, she came along with him.

Jen collapsed on the teddy bear, listening to two zippers closing back up.  When she lifted her head up again, Billy was gone. 

“It’s late honey, we should get you home”, he said as he gave her the now wrinkled soiled dress, it looked a little how Jen felt.  Jen felt good, but a bit used up, now she looked forward to a warm bath.

When they got to the bar’s parking lot, it was empty except for her car.
“It was great Jen, are you all right?”
“Oh yes, I’m great”, she answered.
He held the car door open for her; she climbed in, started the engine, smiled at him, and drove away, waving as she did.

In five minutes, she was home and she was tired.  As she got out of her clothing to take that bath she desired, she thought back to when she first met him that night, saying to herself, 'I really did get a double Horny Bull'.Jen began to draw her bath and by the time she was stepping into it she said aloud, “I never got his name!”

Hooked and Hooking

This game is so much fun and I'm totally hooked.  It's shameful, but I don't care.

I discovered a link to Viva Ponata on another blog and decided to check it out.  This is a free online role playing game.  I've been on the internet for over 10 years and have never done this before. I've just started, but I've managed to go from homeless to getting a camper and I work as a barman at the local strip club, but I'm hooking on the side.  In fact I just got a new pimp that's taking good care of me.  It's the perfect place for Dirty Debbie to hang out.

If you're curious click on the box below.

If you sign up, stop in and say hi.  My name in Viva Ponata is Dirty Debbie, member code:  [157313]

Vindication !

Usually I would wait until Sunday to present any sex news that I had run across for the week.

I just couldn't hold this information back. Being a woman that does a lot of her clothes shopping at Lane Bryant I like the data from this study. I doubt that it will change the preconceived notions men have about women, including my dear CJ, but there is still a feeling of vindication.

I have included excerpts about "The Curious Correlation Between Weight and Sex" below. Click on the link to get the whole story.






....According to research published in the September issue of Obstetrics & Gynecology, overweight women are more likely than their skinny sisters to report that they've had sex with a man -- 92% of overweight women reported having had sexual intercourse with a man vs. 87% of women of normal weight.
"It's totally unexpected," says Marie Harvey, the Oregon State University professor who co-authored the study with Dr. Bliss Kaneshiro, assistant professor at the school of medicine at the University of Hawaii....

The study's objective was to look at the impact of body mass index on sexual behaviour, and all other measures -- such as age of first intercourse, number of partners, frequency of intercourse and sexual orientation -- showed no difference between normal weight women and overweight women....

Prior to the release of the study's results, many hypothesized that overweight and obese women would be less sexually active than their normal-weight counterparts.
"It's our stereotype that men are attracted to slender women," says Harvey, who adds that thin women are often perceived as more sexually empowered....

© Copyright (c) Canwest News Service

Is This Possible?

Tonight CJ told me that: "All I ever think about is sex". He didn't seem to be kidding.
So I want to know what my readers think. Can you have too much sex on the brain? If you do tell me what "too much" is. Personally I don't think that's all I think about. It sure would ruin my job performance if I did....lol Although truthfully I do get some ideas for stories at work...mmm.
Add any thoughts in the comment area and please take my poll.
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Fuck Me Like Her-Part Two

As always be sure to check out the back story by reading Part One

Weeks passed, life for us remained about the same. We had moments where we acted like the couple that I wish we really were. One night he was feeling a bit passionate towards me. It had been about two months since we had made love so I was ready for him.

As we made our way to the bedroom a picture moved from my subconscious mind to the forefront. That image was of ‘the mistress’. I wanted to be her. I wanted to get the attention that I used to get from my boyfriend, the attention I deserved, and the attention she was getting instead. I was tired of being made love to like it was chore, rather than because there was an attraction, a need, or a desire. I became a different sexual being and I stayed there, in that mindset. The rest of this story tells about the fucking bitch I became.

One thing that I will give my boyfriend credit for, he did know what I liked in bed. He began to kiss me, up my neck, to my ears, and then moved to my mouth. It was then that the passion welled up in me and my favorite filthy salacious speech turned into something else and I said:
“Talk to me like you talk to your whore”

He pulled back and looked at me quizzically, but I think he thought it was just part of one of my games. Rather than the silence or coos that I normally heard, he got as filthy as I was, if not more. He told me things I had never heard before, things like,
“Fuck you bitch, how dare you ask for anything”
I ignored his comment, went ahead, and made another request.
“Now go ahead and kiss me like her”

The funny thing is that he began to kiss me differently; he began to bite and nibble on my neck and then my cheeks before sucking at my lips. He didn’t seem to mind this time; apparently going along with what he had decided was just a game. In reality, it was not anywhere near being a game. He became forceful and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I did my best to keep up with him.
This progressed, things got hotter and heavier and I was enjoying the newness of it all, even if the reason for it made my stomach turn. He started to plant soft kissed on my tits and slowly worked his way down to my pussy. I was so glad that I had shaved earlier in the day; it always makes me more sensitive. Of course, this was something different from our routine. Normally I would be on my knees before I would be serviced in such a way.
“Please, please, now eat my pussy as if it were hers!”, I begged.
I got just what I asked for. His form, his talents seemed to completely change. Rather than the few licks I had gotten used to, he took care of me from my asshole to my clit and back again. Nice and slow, gently sucking on my clit, driving me wild and making me squirm for the first time in a long time. He drew my puffy pussy lips between his lips and licked at them as he worked his way down to my puckered hole. He drove me over the edge as he tongue fucked my ass. I came hard as he moved his tongue up and down into my tight cunt. I grasped his strong shoulders and dug my nails into them as my soaked pussy rocked against his face.

Just as I was thinking how much I needed his cock, the bitch in me welled up again and I moaned out,
“Fuck me the way you like to fuck her”
Again he pulled back to look at me for a split second this time with a more worried look on his face. He answered with me just one word, “Fine!”
He pushed me back down on to the bed and straddled me right below my tits. He slid his stiff cock between my massive tits and pushed them against himself. He felt smooth and very warm. I took over the job of holding my tits as he began to fuck them. He put a few pillows under my head so I could easily lap at his cockhead as he moved towards my mouth. I loved the feeling of his smooth balls dragging across my abdomen and the taste of his pre-cum as my tongue flicked across his leaking head. He pulled at my erect nipples as he called me a whore and a cocksucker. He kept at it as he came closer to cumming.

“Oh, now suck me off”, he moaned.
I tilted my head a bit more upwards and moved up so he was kneeling right in front of me. Now his dripping cockhead was resting on my lips.
Now it was his turn, he was still treating me to the filthy language, “Now suck my cock, just the way I like it whore”.
I leaned down and began licking at his balls right away, moving my tongue up to his head and feasting on his pre-cum with it. For some reason this seemed to piss him off rather than please him.
“No, no bitch, no! Have you gotten even more stupid since last time?”
He grabbed the back of my head, took a fistful of my hair and yanked at me towards his stiff cock. When I say stiff, I mean it too. It was a fucking diamond cutter. I don’t think I had seen him that hard since he was 21 years old. In a matter of, what seemed, to be seconds, half his dick was down my throat. The back of my head was shoved down his shaft, I took him all, but I gagged like a schoolgirl in the process. I began to suck as he fucked my face as hard as he could.
“Look at me when you suck me bitch!”
The submissive in me doesn’t disappear and I looked right up at him. He fucked my face fast, hitting the back of my throat with almost every thrust. His balls were slapping against my chin and then being ground into my face. This was not what I usually expected of him. His groans were loud and very carnal.

“Oh bust those nuts babe, I’m gonna paint your slut face”
Soon after saying that, he started to explode. I sucked harder and he twitched as he started spurting. I got a taste of his jizz on my tongue and swallowed, but he quickly pulled out of my mouth and kept spurting on my face. It was like no time I had remembered in the recent past.
We both were spent after that and just laid on the bed for several minutes afterwards. There was no snuggling, no pillow talk, we didn’t speak. I eventually got up and took a shower. By the time I returned to bed, my boyfriend was already under the covers and asleep.

We never brought it up, the fact that my requests, and his response to them were because of his mistress. I couldn’t bring myself to confront him, at least not right away. At first, I couldn’t figure out why, but after a discussion with my girlfriend it came to me.
I felt sorry for her on some strange level. I felt sorry for my boyfriend’s slut. After the fuckfest we had that night I thought to myself, “Is this really how he treats her?”.
At least I was always handled with a certain gentleness. Even though I was being lied to, there was still a certain understanding to our world. My sympathy for the unknown woman didn’t last forever. He had chances to come clean, but never did. I eventually did a real confrontation and reminded him of that night. No need to go into detail about what ensued or how I caught him in the first place, but within the year I had a much cuter apartment and it was all mine.

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The Test Says Type M

TYPE M? Perhaps
I guess CJ only knows for sure.

Your result for The What's your sexual style? Test...

TYPE M

                      
You are a KINKY, CONFIDENT, SUBMISSIVE lover who prefers to RECEIVE.

This means that:

You like relatively kinky sex, and you have the great imagination that will always keep your partner guessing and excited! There's no getting bored with you around, you could never settle for dull sex, you want something fun and new all the time. You aren't afraid to try out anything you hear about. You might just be an intelligent lover who needs to be mentally engaged, or perhaps you have some dirty dark secret kinky desires, but either way, you're never boring.

You are pretty confident in bed. This means that you know you can please your lover. Maybe you've read a lot of sex manuals, or have the experience from previous lovers, or just tend to be skilled at whatever you get your hands on, but you're good and you know it. You can really get results and know that you have pure talent, so you won't be hiding away shy, pretending to be all innocent. Your partners love your naughty self assurance, you don't hesitate and this makes you a sensational lover.

You tend to be submissive in bed, so you prefer to go along with what your lover likes rather than your own plans. You might like being ordered around and acting out a slave/master fantasy, or perhaps you just get turned on by being helpless and unable to move. Or maybe it's as simple as you lacking courage so prefering firm instructions in bed to make sure you are doing things right. Either way, you won't be dominating your lover anytime soon, and might prefer the missionary position to any others.

You would rather Receive than Give. This usually applies more to Oral sex than anything else, and other types of foreplay. This could be for a number of reasons. Maybe you are just very hooked on the sensation of orgasm, maybe you feel you deserve to be treated like a god/goddess, maybe you just aren't confident about your skills when it comes to returning the favour. Maybe you are lazy. Or maybe your partner loves to give and that suits you fine, so everyone is happy. Either way, remember  to be a giver sometimes too, as long as your partner likes it.

WE SUGGEST YOU TRY:
Being Blindfolded and even tied up with scarves, and letting your partner tease, tickle and delight you, in the most tempting way. You are confident and imaginative enough to not mind them doing all sorts of fun things to you, surprises and frustratingly out of your reach pleasure. Just like back and enjoy, and maybe you can return the favour, maybe not.
Take The What's your sexual style? Test at HelloQuizzy

Monday Cross Post #5

My work as a full-fledged Fellatrix at The Fellatrices continues.

I now have regular postings there every Sunday.

Again, I urge you to both enjoy my full story on that site and enjoy the stories of my fellow Fellatrices.  This one is from my archives.



Below is the tickler to help encourage you to read the entire story













“Fuck I’m going to love using you up this time bitch”, he said as he started to take off his pants. Michael was quickly out of his clothes and obviously ready for me. I stayed where I was for the moment not knowing what he wanted next. His cock looked so damn good, but this time I was afraid to approach him.



Now read and enjoy all of You Are Mine-Part Two

Sex News Sunday #6

Today's title for Sex News could be called "Is This Really News?"













As you may have noticed by now, my news posts many times are about recent research on the subject.  Apparently this week Durham University released research that shows they have proof that men like casual sex more than women do.  This 'fact' seems to be common knowledge to me.

The reasearch speaks more of evolution and emotional maturity and biology.  It always amazes me that just the difference of the experience of sex is different for woman, because of one major thing: a woman's body is invaded and penetrated during the act.

Read about the research and reasons about the attidtude toward Casual Sex and Scientific Fact

Sex News Sunday #5

Politics and Sex

I read an interesting article this week in regards to Sen. Clinton's failed presidential campaign.
Psychologists and sociologists at Live Science


These scholars say that the reason the she failed was social bias.
They theorize that when a woman is aggressive and acts like a leader that it causes conflicts with our gender stereotypes. This set her up for failure. It is difficult to like a woman that fits these leadership qualities.

Before I go on I want to make something clear. I am a female baby-boomer and I never supported Hillary. I don't think that being a female candidate was a factor. Our bodies are mere containers, no matter the gender, the handicap, the beauty, or any other physical factor, it's the contents that matter.
I didn't like the contents.

The sociological/psychological factors are fascinating though.
The idea that sexism is more acceptable than racism is an idea that is presented. Think of it, black men could vote before any woman could.
A Johns Hopkins study even showed that Obama got more media coverage than Clinton.

Read more about Senator Clinton, leadership, and social bias here: The Strange Role of Sex in Hilliary's Failed Run.

Sex News Sunday #4

This week I am really voicing more of an opinion than news.
When it was running on HBO, I loved Sex and the City
Samantha will always be my favorite and to this day whenever I order a Cosmo I think of them, but there is a limit girls!



I have been getting "news" about the movie from my source for these posts (Google alerts) for at least a month. It's becoming tiresome and it's no longer news folks.
Get over it. Just think if some of the sex bloggers you know of and read wrote a book or screenplay, now that would be juicy.

If you aren't over it below are some links I've been sent from Google, just today along with the true sex news including, sex scandals, sex crimes, the same-sex marriage rulings, and studies.

Camaraderie, cheers and shoes at 'Sex' screening

Time Warner's `Sex and the City' Earns $26.9 Million in One Day

"Sex" too hot for Indiana Jones at box office

Sex And The Skittish

The 'Sex and the City' movie becomes a girls' night out

'Sex and the City' Movie - Favorite Quotes! **Spoilers Alert**

Sex News Sunday #3

This week's news can be filed under the 'ignorance is bliss' category.
I'll always think that sex is fun and love-making fulfilling, but like most things that take a certain maturity to enjoy, you need clear and subjective information.
Thanks to the current administration's policies this hasn't been the case for American teenagers.


According to new findings in The Journal for Adolescent Health teenagers are not having oral sex to remain 'technical virgins'. In fact oral sex started after having vaginal sex in 82% of the cases.
My point here has nothing to do with morals or ethics, it has to do with the health of our teenagers. According to the Center for Disease Control more than 1 in 4 teenage females have a sexually transmitted disease. Our administration is not keeping our children safe from disease because of it's puritanical belief system.

If you are close to or a family member of a teenager, please help them not only know when the time is right to make love to a partner, but how to stay healthy in the process.

Read more about the new research on the health and sexual practices of our teenagers here.

Secret Sins: Chapter 4 "Snails"

Snails

Sitting in the bar with a man I barely knew who just told me that HE knew I often didn’t wear anything under my clothing when I went out was a bit disconcerting. Having also just been handed a notorious memory of my past on a very icy plate, I do believe that I had broken out in a cold sweat before turning to the guy named Ben. “I had all but forgotten that strange incident”.

“Really? Well Dagger didn’t forget about you. He kept that incident in his mind after hearing all the sordid details from “Doris”, and frankly it solidified his standing with the Popes of Hell to allow him better access to the club’s drug dealing enterprises. In the end, they convicted 9 people in the drug ring for importing over 22 tons of cocaine and the sale of massive quantities of ecstasy and methamphetamine all over the Eastern Seaboard.
You see Stansfield - Dagger that is - was an inside man. He came from working class parents, but his grandfather worked for the government many years in the intelligence field, and with his interesting linage was the perfect choice to infiltrate the Pope’s.
Right under our noses too, there between the Seal base and NAS Oceana. Real clever”.
Reeling, I just had to ask, “So, what became of Doris”?
Ben blushed just a bit before he answered, so I was assured that the whole story not only had gotten to the guys, but all around the 'company' as well. “Uh, yeah. ‘Doris’ was originally born ‘Morris’ and she/he ended up hitting on the wrong guy, who ironically, sliced her throat clean across after first castrating her. You can guess at where the famous member ended up being placed..”
I gulped hard.
Ben glanced down at his shoes momentarily before returning to look me in the eyes. “Yup, that was just one of 3 murder convictions they got on the Pope’s as well. Bad boys those guys, bad boys”.
“And Dagger, er, ‘Paul’?”, I asked.
His gaze bearing down on me, Ben looked at me with steely eyes before continuing. “He’s in a program, so I’m not allowed to tell you any more about him other than his name has changed and he lives in a medium sized town; somewhere that he can blend in”.
Boy, would that be hard I thought.
“He cut all his hair off and had plastic surgery too, seeing as he has a price on his head from just about every hardcore biker gang in America. Actually, it’s the program I’m here to ask you about.”
Still thinking about Dagger/Paul and musing with a sense of sexual delight and revulsion about Doris/Morris, I asked Ben about the anachronism that he had just used.

“Oh, that’s short for (redacted) said Ben.
I wondered at that point if I had seen or met someone in my other sexual exploits that I was now going to pay for, or perhaps, well I just let that thought slip from my mind.
“We want you to work for us, and we’re willing to pay you handsomely for your talent. See, we know from surveillance that you know how to keep your mouth shut, and from your work and school records that you’re the type of person who relishes perfection”. This was true; I guess it was my MidWASP upbringing.
But then there was that word he used again – “surveillance” that annoyed and frightened me.
“So what do I have to do, give some big shot and all his cronies head” I asked smugly, “and WHAT surveillance have you been doing on me?”
“First of all" Ben intoned dryly, "our most famous leader has been deceased for some time and you weren’t his type. Secondly, we know every move and phone call you’ve made for the last year, and every cock you’ve sucked for the last 5 years. You haven’t been out of our electronic sight for one minute” said Ben.
Reeling again, I just had to ask how they accomplished that task since I’m a pretty neat housekeeper and don't 'tell tales out of school'.
“Oh that was easy. Didja ever see the movie called "Enemy of the State” with Gene Hackman and Will Smith?”
I had.
“Remember all the cool tracking and surveillance equipment they showed”?
I did.
“Well, it’s really 10 times cooler than they portrayed. We planted a 44gHz hairline tracker in your day planner that you always keep nearby,”
(My hand involuntarily went to my purse. Yup, I felt the day planner inside), “and then there’s the video camera with a passive series tap in your clock radio coupled to a 22gHz burst bug”,
Huh?
“and of course there was the snuggle bug we had in your car to transmit all of those mobile dalliances you’ve had”.
“Oh Jesus H. Christ” I said low and out loud.
Pardon my taking the Lord’s name in vain Father, but I think that it was relevant and necessary at the time.

Woozy from all the information I had just absorbed, my mind raced back to all the cock I had sucked in my car, along with the ones that had cum in my pussy at home. All recorded for the amusement of the some creepy-ass-company-with-no-name.
Who had I slept with or gone down on that they would be so interested in me that they would track my every movement? Assholes!
“No”, continued Ben, “what we want is for you to do what you do best, but do it for your country. As I said, you would be well compensated”.
“So you want me to become a whore for a company I abhor”?
“Not exactly. Think of yourself as being just another office worker in a nameless grey nondescript building, doing a very specialized job few who keep their mouths shut (funny) do well; a job that happens to be hush hush”.
Pondering it, I admit now that the prospect intrigued and thrilled me.
  Bond. Jane Bond.

  Double oh cocksucker: license to thrill.

Ben continued, “Of course, you’d have to keep your regular office job, and do ours afterwards. Would that be a problem? We also could arrange for a promotion within your company, one that would allow you to travel for meetings and conferences on an ongoing basis if you catch my drift”.

My office job WAS getting a bit boring these days; I mean, I graduated Summa Cum (!) Laude from my college and thought that I would be further along in my career than I was at this point.
“There’s just one catch ‘though” intoned Ben as he lowered his voice. “You’ll have to stop seeing Dawn; she’s a security risk”.
Ooops.
I had forgotten about my coworker and our dalliances, but then the thought of that clock radio by my bed containing the bug within came racing back, hitting me with a second brick to my head in less than an hour.
Damn! I forgot about “snail racing Wednesdays”, my midweek dalliance and break from the confines of work.
Dawn and I worked together in the same office as I mentioned before and was sitting but a few feet away getting plastered with the other ‘droids, keeping her now woozy eyes on me every so often to make sure Ben wasn’t taking advantage of me, or more precisely, horning in on her territory.
Not that I was hers mind you, just that she didn’t subscribe to my thoughts that everyone is bisexual at their core. No, Dawn was a confirmed carpet muncher, or in my case, a snail racer. As I said, I’m fastidious in cleaning, and frankly I love the feel of a smooth clam. Hair doesn’t catch or irritate me when I actually decide to wear my La Perla’s.

Once a week on Wednesday, Dawn and I would get together for a bottle of wine and a DVD movie, and after many months of enjoying the midweek download of current work related dramas, we found ourselves laughing and rolling on the floor as we watched Better Than Chocolate. I don’t know of it was the wine or the sexy comedy she brought over for us to watch as part of her Big Plan, but I found myself brushing across her firm breasts as we sat on the couch laughing.
During a particularly intense moment of video cinematography, Dawn flipped her long brown hair over my face as she turned towards me to give me an air kiss-kiss. I felt a rush of blood to my face when I asked her “Did you ever think about doing it with another woman”?
Brushing her locks away from her eyes, she then turned her fingers towards mine, and running them gently up the side of my head, pulled me closer “All the time, every day that I see you at work”, she whispered before placing a light kiss upon my slightly parted lips.

Not unpleasant I thought, so in turn I reciprocated. And then she to me.
Now more passionately. Now a touch on the shoulder, and me to her thigh. And a caress. A light touch on my breast, then a grasp on Dawn’s taut hard nipples. Our lips colliding like race cars. Stars exploding. Our bodies twitching, limbs akimbo as we tumbled onto the floor. Searching hands, once lightly touching, now urging my jeans from my body.
Dawn’s well-proportioned fingers grasping my P&J's, spines reaching upwards with each caress. Tongues lashed to one another, spinning wildly as our passions build.
Then in a twinkling, digits exploring the outer lips of my vagina in long strokes, nails lightly touching my inner walls. Harder now, Dawn’s fingertip pressing into my swollen rosebud, me crying out in the ecstasy of explosions that only another woman can give to her own kind.
Knowledge of intimate secrets whispered around school locker rooms, delights carnally enjoyed within home bathtubs, the feeling of shag carpet as it is rubbed hard, bellies drug across during early sexual exploration. You girls know what I mean.
More exploration, more touching, more kissing, more tongue. Exploring. Sucking. Anticipating. Caressing.
Suddenly a moan escaped my mouth as Dawn’s lips met mine for the first time, her tiny pointed member exploring my garden. Examining every nuance, every branch and cavity, she continued as I did while sounds of pleasure escaped my mouth in mounting fits and waves, explosions of emotion lifting me to the stars, climaxing in a fireworks display deep inside my head and loins. Unable to contain myself longer and grasping Dawn’s head, I pulled her face in farther and closer than any human before or since had been to the real me, and I came in mounting spasms of joy.


That's how snail racing Wednesday’s came to be.

Sex News Sunday #2

First things, first. CJ and I are leaving for what hopes to be a wonderful vacation today.
We have used Blogger's draft dashboard to set up some scheduled posts that will appear during the week we are gone. Once we are rested and reconnected we will return to more time postings. Now for the first of these scheduled posts...


This week included AIDS Awareness Day. This year there was a lot of focus on the increase of the disease in children from the age of 13 to 19, this according to Centers For Disease Control
According to the article in the Hartford Courant the day for awareness this year was used to push for sex education. I'm a great believer in education of all kinds, but there is something special about sex education. A lack of education at any time leads to fear and prejudice, two things we definitely need less of in the world today. Why would we want our children to suffer and die from such a disease just because of a lack of education or an unhealthy attachment to the excuse of it ruining morals.
If at all possible, bring truth to young people you know.

Sex News Sunday #1

As mentioned in my post on Tuesday the 15th 'My News' I am starting a regular item for Sundays: current events about sex.

The first bit of news involves research coming from The Kinsey Institute at the University of Indiana.
As the newswise site puts it, they have found that:
WHEN IT COMES TO SEX, SOME MEN ARE FROM MARS, OTHERS FROM VENUS
It's research about men reporting a variety of different experiences involving sexual desire and arousal.

The focus groups involved 50 men divided into three groups based on their age (18-24 years, 25-45 years and 46 and older). Below are some examples of the different experiences reported by the men:

* Some factors, such as depression or a risk of being caught having sex, were reported by some men as inhibiting sex, while other men found that they can enhance their desire and arousal.
* An erection is not the main cue for men to know they are sexually aroused. Most of the men responded that they can experience erections without feeling aroused or interested, leading researchers to suggest that erections are not good criteria for determining sexual arousal in men.
* Many men found it difficult to distinguish between sexual desire and sexual arousal, a distinction prominent in most sexual response models used by researchers and clinicians.
* The changes in the quality of older men's erections had a direct effect on their sexual encounters, including, for some, a shifting focus to the partner and her sexual enjoyment. Older men also consistently mentioned that as they aged, they became more careful and particular in choosing sexual partners.
* The sexual history of women also mattered to the men -- but differently for different age groups. Sexually experienced women were considered more threatening by younger men, who had concerns about "measuring up," but such women were considered more arousing for older men.

To read more about this subject and the research go to:
Research and Insights from Indiana University at newswise.

Secret Sins: Chapter 3, "Meine Ehre heist Treue"

Returning to reality after my all too brief reverie of the past, I shook off thoughts of Joel to see Ben still staring holes deep into my blissful face.
What manner of person was this that would approach me, openly challenging my inner sexual desire with a look that reminded me of a cherished memory while frightening my core with paranoid thoughts? With my mind racing faster as I attempted to grasp just what Ben was asking of me, various words spilled from my mouth in a torrent of petulant rage.
"Who the fuck are you and why do you know so much about me? How in the name of Athena do you know about who or what the fuck I like to do and where in shit to did you find out about what I choose to wear or not wear under my clothes?"

A slight smirk of a smile crossed Ben's face for a millisecond as he starred down towards his shoes, and I could almost see a glimmer of a dimple on his cheek as he began to talk to his feet. "Well, that's kind of a long story, and it is a bit secret, but we think that we can trust you with a bit of information at this point". Shifting his feet from the top of one Thom McAn to another (hey, a girl can tell a lot about a man by what kind of shoes he wears, and these were a strictly Industrial Office type shoes that had been polished a lot) Ben began to vaguely describe a scene from my past, and not necessarily a pretty one that I chose to remember until he brought it back to my memory.
"Do you happen to recall a fellow named Paul Stansfield? Big guy, about 6'6", 230 pounds, long haired fellow?"
Frantically searching my recollections from the hundreds of men that I had met in the past, not all of which I had dalliances with, I just couldn't recall the name in order to associate a face.
"Biker bar called On the Rocks in Virginia Beach ring a bell?
How about the name "Dagger"?
Oh.
My.
God.

Do ya know how some parts of you life stick out like a sore festering thumb while others just get buried farther as time goes on? The mind is like that. It shoves the bad stuff down in to little cracks and crevices and removes all traces of light from incidences that are best not remembered except in a confessional. This was one of them, and it came boiling to the surface as soon as Ben said the words "Virginia Beach". Coupled with the words "biker bar", a sodden beam of wood came careening off my head, forcing me to remember times left forgotten.
The name Dagger then was a brick thrown straight to the center of my forehead, and the whole episode came flooding back.

It was the mid 80's and I was young, and the Spring Break thing was getting into full swing, what with the headiness and pain of the 70's giving way to the exhilarating optimism of the Reagan administration. The greed generation was underway, and Bolivian Marching Powder was everywhere to be found. Knowing this, my freshman college girlfriends and I had saved the dollars we earned at one of the various low-paying slop outlets in the town that employed 17 year old girls, and pooled resources to head to what was then the hot spot of teenage debauchery.



Scoring a room near the beach, we spent our days lounging in the sun or playing bikini beach ball, hoping that our outfits were skimpy enough and our boobs bouncing hard enough to attract some young cock stud out on the make. The beer flowed and the sand flew as we made our choices for the night, a regular meat market affair on a grand and sweaty scale.
The first day in town some of my girlfriends got gluttonous, hankering for the first cock they saw swinging in their face though swim trunks, and began humping like whores in an orgy fuck fest.
That soon gave way to the realization that there were soooo many boys out there that they could actually be choosy. I hope that this doesn't come as a complete shock guys, we girls want to be something more than a cum dump that gets rolled out the door after a few minutes of grunting a groaning.

So I laid back and perused the scene as it flowed by, pulling hard on the joints that occasionally were passed, enjoying the newfound freedom that my pussy was craving in that God-forsaken Midwestern college town. I think it was on the fourth or fifth night that the beer, dope and fucking random boys actually began to get boring (I know! Listen to me!) that I began to crave something different, something more experienced, something a bit more randy with a hint of danger attached.
With this in mind, I began to cruise Virginia Beach's famous Pacific Avenue in search of that something different. What a scene this is with the vendors and bars, but it's more tightly controlled these days with cameras mounted on light poles and policemen quietly sneaking up on you via mountain bikes. In those days, you could just about get away with smoking a joint out in the open as you walked down the street, but I guess thanks to this attitude and Pat Robertson who has his church here, VB has become more "family friendly", and they don't cotton to the open attitude that we so earnestly embraced.
Out here I felt a bit freer, and even though I was surrounded by tons of people I kept my eye out for just that one Big Thing, and there it was. Stopped at the intersection of Pacific Avenue and 22nd street were a group of guys on big Harley Davidson motorcycles, sitting there on chrome beasts vibrating and glistening as the late afternoon sun beat down hard upon them.
Something came over me to this day I don't know why I did it except by virtue of youthful hubris, and I ran over and hopped on the back of the nearest rumbling stallion, grasping the huge guy in front of me around the waist hard as the light turned green and he roared off toward the South side of town.


I thought it strange that he didn't say anything or react in any way to this intrusion of his mechanical solitude, but a mile down the road I heard him grunt "Wot's yer name?" in a rumbling voice that matched his machines motor.
"Uh, Debbie" I said back. "Speak up girl!" the biker shouted again.
"DEBBIE!" I shouted into his ear.
"Name's Paul, but my 'bros call me Dagger"
Dagger.
Dagger danger. Danger dagger. Danger, meet Dagger - Dagger, danger.
It was about then that I realized that he was wearing a vest stitched with patches, the top one with the words "Pope's of Hell" embroidered upon it. I said it before and I'll say it again: Oh. My. God!
As Dagger went zooming hard into a sharp corner, my hands slipped down for a better grip and I quickly understood his nickname.
It was a dagger all right, one I found out later was originally given to the notorious Oskar Dirlewanger by the equally loathsome Heinrich Müller, but then returned to the SS chief to prove that Dirlewanger had indeed been arrested by the French. Dagger was reluctant to say more about his namesake save to say that his grandfather had given it to him before he died.

Finally zooming into the parking lot of what resembled a large, broken down shack with a bent up sign that read "On the Rocks", Dagger put his kickstand down, shut off the engine, and just sat there. One of his fellow bikers sauntered over and addressed Dagger directly. "Hey bro, looks like ya picked up a little baggage in town!" "Yeah," said Dagger, "but I ain't seen her yet. She a dog?"
"Hell no Dag, she's stone cold fox and frum the look of it, she's got a nice rack too!"
"Yeah, I figgered that when I felt 'em press'n into me on the turn back there."
He turned to look at me and said "Well, you gonna get off bitch er wot?"
I'm sure my mouth was hanging open at that point as I climbed off the big Harley's back butt pad, because Dagger's biker brother said to him "Looks like that mouth flapp'n open could suck the exhaust out of my tailpipe any day dude!" Both laughing hard, they each gave the other a High Five and I knew I was in for trouble, how much so I would just have to find out on my own.
"Well," said Dagger, she DID say her name wasss 'Debbie'" and with that, the two men fell all over each other howling and hooting.
My name has given me trouble ever since some boys in 6th grade class snuck into a local porn store.

I had turned around red faced with my back to the bikers and was staring at the empty lot across the street when I felt a hard slap on my ass and a huge, calloused hand grab me by the arm to swing me around. "Lemme look at you girl" said Dagger as I stumbled under his firm grasp.
Looking me up and down, his gaze turned to my bikini-tethered breasts as I felt my nipples stiffen with a combination of excitement and fear.
"Damn! You got some fine tits there little girl, some FINE ass tits!"
A look of fear and trepidation must have crossed my face because as Dagger lead me to the entrance of the bar with his other club members, he stopped for a second, looked me in the eye and asked me how old I was. "How old do you think I am?" I asked. "That's not the point." Dagger hissed at me. "Tell me the truth."
"I'm 18." I said.
I lied, or course.
Perhaps a muscle twitch betrayed me, but cocking one eyebrow in the air, Dagger surveyed me for a moment and with his hand firmly planted on my arm, began to walk me to his hangout. Lowering his voice as we walked he said, "OK, but if you want to leave, you just let me know. You're here with me, and you're safe as long as I'm around, but don't go off anywhere with any of the other bro's or you're on your own." A somewhat sigh of relief crossed my mind, and I lightened up a bit.

It was your usual stereotypical biker bar or at least it was everything I had ever imagined in the Midwest, watching B-movies as I babysat some long asleep youngster.
Loud music blared from a jukebox - I swear to God, it was "Tequila" by The Champs - fairly dark, a long grimy bar with a guy passed out on it, pool tables and pinball machines, and the slightly sickening smell of beer that had been spilled on the floor ages ago. Whether it was out of a glass or out of a stomach was entirely up to interpretation.
Several other women dressed in jeans and leather vests were pawing over some of the bikers we had come in with, and looking to the right, I saw a stage bathed in blue light, bedecked with a large pole going floor to ceiling. Having never seen or been in a strip club before, I deduced from the girls slobbering over the men there, and from descriptions gained reading novellas as a horny teenager that this was indeed, a strip club or sorts, albeit, probably private I thought. After all, who in their right mind would come in here?

"Ya wanna beer?" asked Dagger as he led me over to a side wall booth. Noting the parched feeling in my throat after the bike ride, I nodded my acceptance at the offer. "Doris! Gimmee four Millers, four shots of Jack, and get the lead out bitch!" he screamed at the bartender over the background music.
Turning back to me, he asked me why the fuck I had jumped on the back of his bike back in town, and if I knew how dangerous that kind of stunt was with "his type". More questions came before the beer; where was I from, how many siblings, did I go to school, who was I here with and most importantly, did my friends know what I had done.
Answering quickly and needing that beer desperately, I told him about life in the Midwest, and why I had come to Virginia Beach: cock, beer and drugs.
"Oh yeah, spring break. Lots of pussy, an ocean of beer, and tons of drugs. Ain't America great?"
I had to agree with him that it was.

Next: Secret Sins: Chapter 3 - "Meine Ehre heist Treue", Part 2

Secret Sins: The Undisclosed Story of my Bad Reputation

Throughout my life I've been and done many things, but nothing as weird and kinky as being an on-call slut for the FBI in WITSEC.Now let's clarify something here: I didn't get it on with every field agent or assistant director, no, I was on call just in case one of their people in the witness protection program or perhaps a snitch, wanted a little relief and comfort.There, I said it, and frankly it feels good to get it out in the open after all these years.
How I became a highly paid confidential "companion" was all by accident or so I thought for quite some time. I was just a normal working girl - get your mind out of the gutter, not THAT kind of working girl - who went to college and was spending time slaving away in the normal workaday world as a secretary, with designs on a masters program at one of the local colleges when one evening I accepted an invitation from some of my coworkers to go to one of their favorite hangouts for a drink or two. Wanting to fit in with my newish colleagues, I readily accepted the invitation.

Sitting at the pub chatting with my fellow office droids was at first exciting as I wanted to fit in with them just a little bit better, but soon I learned that they were just another part of the large percentage of 'droids out here in the business world that are fed up, frustrated, and angry with the direction that their lives have taken, with not a scintilla of ambition to change the situation other than to stab each other in the back as they attempt to kiss the boss's ass on the way up the corporate ladder.

Finding such dreck virtually unappealing, I had just turned around on my stool at the bar when the bartender approached me with a drink in his hand. "This is from the guy at the end of the bar" he intoned in a rather bland I've-heard-this-a-thousand-times-before voice as he set the cocktail in front of me.
I'm sure the quizzical look on my face was priceless as I glanced at the other end of the room, but sure enough, there was your standard young executive giving me a short wave of hello.
"Hmm. Not bad looking I guess, and I like his suit although he sure didn't spend a lot of money on it" I thought. Waving back with a little grin on my face, my next thought was one of excitement that a guy had found me attractive enough to buy me a drink, but then turned a little downward as I winced while thinking of some of the tools that I had met in meat market ventures of the past. Too late, he had left his stool and was heading for me.

I was genuinely freaked but in a kinky sort of way, I wanted to know more - much more.

My mind now racing at a hundred miles a second, I quickly turned back to my coworkers and began chatting with my friend Dawn when Mr. Mystery Man sidled up to me and sat down. "Hi there" he said to me, obviously not caring that I was engaged in conversation with another girl. Not wanting to be too forward, I twisted my head around and said "Just a second" to him before turning back to my conversation. Dawn leaned in towards me and whispered excitedly "I think he wants to talk to you", whereupon I whispered back "Yeah, I know, but I don't want him to think I'm too eager". "Oh go on!" chimed Dawn, and so I turned around to MMM and said, "Hi, I'm Debbie, and this is Dawn" as I extended my hand. "Thanks for the drink". "Hi there yourself. My name's Ben, and I couldn't help noticing you from across the bar".
Drivel. Poor pickup line. Bleh. Those were the first thoughts that crossed my mind. Not wanting to be impolite, after all, my parents raised me right, I swiveled back around to the bar with a flourish and that's when I noticed Ben's eyes. Deep pools of blue drilled into me like a bullet, and somewhere in my gut, a punch had been thrown. "Uh, yeah, I umm, I mean we're just, uh.." was all I could stammer out. "Yeah I know" said Ben, "Just out with the office, eh"
I heard what he said, but I just couldn't look away from those eyes. I mean, Ben's face was just OK as guys go, but those eyes got to me somehow, they were deep and intense, burning their way into me with a cold fire that I hadn't felt in some time. Pinch me. Hard!

"Soooo, you come here often,” Ben said smoothly, and I just about passed out laughing from such a juvenile come-on line.
"If that's the best you can do, then thanks for the drink and see ya" I said.
"Oh come on, I'm sorry. Give me another chance. I mean, you just looked so LONELY sitting there surrounded by your friends, I just thought that you might be up for an adventure".
That got my attention.
"What kind of adventure?" I asked.
"The kind that you could perhaps, make some money with in your spare time"
Oh God.
"Sorry Ben, I'm not that kind of girl. Maybe you should try one of the decked out bimbos at the other end of the bar".
"Sheesh, I'm sorry, I gave you the wrong impression. Look" he said holding up his hand to show me a gold band around his left fourth finger, "I'm married".
Yeah, I've heard that one before too.
"Look champ, I told you that I'm not that kind of girl, so bug off!"
"Wait a minute Ms. Cooper, what I'm offering you is a way out of boring office drudgery every so often, and the chance to make the kind of money that would allow you to finish your graduate studies” said Ben.
Now, it wasn't the suggestion that I could get away from a boring job, or even that I would be able to finish my Masters degree in record time, but the first thing he said that really caught my attention.
"How did you know my last name?" I asked.
Looking downwards with a little blush on his face, Ben answered, "I know a lot about you - A LOT" "Like for instance that your online chat handle is 'apple1959' or the fact that you prefer to wear lace La Perla underwear, or even that you go out to bars like this one with no underwear on at all"Whoa whoa whoa! Now it's getting intense, bordering on creepy. I mean, stop the presses!
"Like I said, I know a lot about you" said Ben, his eyes boring into mine.

The cat in me was curious, very curious, so I said, "Go on".
"Well, I know for a fact that you would stumble all over yourself to smoke some pipe.
You know, worshiping the big salami. To be quite blunt, I know for a fact that you love to suck cock, almost any cock. You worship at the alter of the big snake and would do almost anything to have the feel of a fat penis in your mouth, sucking the guy off until shoves it in hard and fast and cums down your throat."
His said this with such little emotion or kink in his voice that frankly I was aghast and quite a bit scare, and Ben allowed me to sit there in stunned silence for moment as the thought of what he has said sank into my brain.
Just about then, Dawn came over and asked me if I was all right. "Deb, what's wrong, you seem to be trembling. Ish this guy bother'n you 'cause if heish I can get Stan to come over and pound the shit out him!" she slurred.
"No, I'm fine Dawn. Ben just gave me something to think about all of a sudden. I'll be fine, really".
With a reassuring look that bordered on concern, Dawn said OK, and returned to my fellow workers, leaving me pondering some pretty tough thoughts in my mind.
Who was this guy who was hitting on me, why did he know so much about me? I mean, my inner thoughts and desires, and for God's sake, even what kind (if any) underwear I decided to wear that day.
I was genuinely freaked, but in a kinky sort of way, I wanted to know more, much more.

Next in Secret Sins chapter 2: My first cock

Look for it Friday...

You Are Mine! - Part II (The Maid Gets Made)

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