For some strange reason I've developed this obsession of taking pictures of my pussy. It is so amazing, I used to think pussies on a whole were not that attractive to look at ... but I have to take that back and give credit where it is due! Pussies are BEAUTIFUL ... ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. I have taken some pics of "Petunia" this week and it makes me wet just looking at myself. Is that sick? Is that demented? If it is, I don't care. I have 2 variations of pics, some with a little hair and some with close to no hair at all. The feature that stands out the most to me is the lips. They are so plump, juicy-looking, pink/red depending on my arousal level and just compliments my amply sized clit smack right in the middle.
I can think of so many men who would love an opportunity to see my treasure ... tough luck for them.
It's official ... without contest ... I may very well have the most beautiful pussy in the world.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Did I Touch You?
A Friday night, a couple of years ago. My best friend, she called me her sister. We connected on so many levels at the time. This night in particular, she was spending the weekend with me. We always had so much fun together. We were very open with each other.
We were both horny. In need of a hard cock in our cunt. Unfortunately, neither of our men were in sight. Being the gracious host, I said I would go in the living room so she could pleasure herself while I did the same. She refused saying she couldn't chase me out of my own room .. I asked what we were going to do then cause we were very horny and needed to be satisfied. She suggested that we just masturbate together in the room. So we started - she was doing herself and I was doing myself.
It is still a blur as to how it went to the next level but we both had our hand in the other's panties. I remember the feel of her pussy like it was yesterday. So soft, velvety, warm, moist, juicy, wonderful. I carressed her pussy, massaged her clit gently. She did the same to me. I couldn't believe this was happening. This was my first encounter with someone of the same sex and I admit, I was excited. We continued to touch each other. I felt her fingers working in my panties. Our breathing got deeper. I took off my panties and she took off hers. I remember taking her blouse up and exposing her breasts. They were so full, so firm and her nipples were like chocolate. They tasted so sweet and felt so good between my lips. I sucked them, I bit them, I circled my tongue around them. She was loving it. She moaned ... no, she purred. The moisture between her labia got more as I sucked her nipples and I started to rub her clit harder. She started to thrust her hips, fucking my fingers and it took me to a place of ecstacy I had never felt before. I was pleasing the most special person in my life. This intensified my eroticism at that point. She began to cum. She bucked, writhed, almost screamed but her orgasm shook my bed and I felt her juices flow over my fingers.
Now it was my turn. She returned the favour by caressing my clit just the way I liked it. My orgasm was quick. No more than 3 minutes after she started to focus on me, I could feel the familiar warm feeling all over my body as I came. It was wonderful and I was happy to have shared it with someone so special to me.
My only regret is not taking it even further - tasting her ... giving her the ultimate pleasure.
Now, I'll never get that opportunity. I have never had another encounter with another female. And I never will. It is nice to reminisce though about the things that once were.
We were both horny. In need of a hard cock in our cunt. Unfortunately, neither of our men were in sight. Being the gracious host, I said I would go in the living room so she could pleasure herself while I did the same. She refused saying she couldn't chase me out of my own room .. I asked what we were going to do then cause we were very horny and needed to be satisfied. She suggested that we just masturbate together in the room. So we started - she was doing herself and I was doing myself.
It is still a blur as to how it went to the next level but we both had our hand in the other's panties. I remember the feel of her pussy like it was yesterday. So soft, velvety, warm, moist, juicy, wonderful. I carressed her pussy, massaged her clit gently. She did the same to me. I couldn't believe this was happening. This was my first encounter with someone of the same sex and I admit, I was excited. We continued to touch each other. I felt her fingers working in my panties. Our breathing got deeper. I took off my panties and she took off hers. I remember taking her blouse up and exposing her breasts. They were so full, so firm and her nipples were like chocolate. They tasted so sweet and felt so good between my lips. I sucked them, I bit them, I circled my tongue around them. She was loving it. She moaned ... no, she purred. The moisture between her labia got more as I sucked her nipples and I started to rub her clit harder. She started to thrust her hips, fucking my fingers and it took me to a place of ecstacy I had never felt before. I was pleasing the most special person in my life. This intensified my eroticism at that point. She began to cum. She bucked, writhed, almost screamed but her orgasm shook my bed and I felt her juices flow over my fingers.
Now it was my turn. She returned the favour by caressing my clit just the way I liked it. My orgasm was quick. No more than 3 minutes after she started to focus on me, I could feel the familiar warm feeling all over my body as I came. It was wonderful and I was happy to have shared it with someone so special to me.
My only regret is not taking it even further - tasting her ... giving her the ultimate pleasure.
Now, I'll never get that opportunity. I have never had another encounter with another female. And I never will. It is nice to reminisce though about the things that once were.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Where Can We Go To Fuck?
D is about 50-something. Divorced and re-Married. 3 children from his first marriage. 1 child from a one night stand. We've been communicating since I was 15 years old. We used to have phone sex ever so often. He just loved the way I sounded when I came on the phone.
I have never had sex with him, but he is always there when I need to get my pussy sucked in the best possible way. He has a very stiff tongue. Licks my pussy just the way I like it. Hard, clit flicking, finger fucking my cunt, biting my pussy lips, sucking passionately. It is wonderful to feel his head between my legs. I'm getting wet right this minute thinking about feeling him. He calls me whenever he is horny. He calls me when it rains. It was raining the first time he sucked me. I went to his house, no bra, no underwear. I wanted him to pleasure me with his tongue. He was so helpful ... "Baby, you're wet. Let me dry you off ... don't you want to take your blouse off. Are your legs wet?"
... he called just now ... "what are you doing?"
He licked me so good that day. I haven't been for a vist in a long time. My commitment to my man has turned me into an angel. I've been 100% faithful despite the many temptations.
I have never had sex with him, but he is always there when I need to get my pussy sucked in the best possible way. He has a very stiff tongue. Licks my pussy just the way I like it. Hard, clit flicking, finger fucking my cunt, biting my pussy lips, sucking passionately. It is wonderful to feel his head between my legs. I'm getting wet right this minute thinking about feeling him. He calls me whenever he is horny. He calls me when it rains. It was raining the first time he sucked me. I went to his house, no bra, no underwear. I wanted him to pleasure me with his tongue. He was so helpful ... "Baby, you're wet. Let me dry you off ... don't you want to take your blouse off. Are your legs wet?"
... he called just now ... "what are you doing?"
He licked me so good that day. I haven't been for a vist in a long time. My commitment to my man has turned me into an angel. I've been 100% faithful despite the many temptations.
Fantasia
I have interacted with this guy, Jay, for about 5 years. He has been trying to get with me all this time. I didn't know the extent of his feelings for me but over the last 2 years he's been more expressive about his desires, his fantasies, his need for me. I have made it clear to him so many times that I'm in a committed relationship and am not prepared to throw that away. I love my man. He's willing to accept that. He'll be "The Other Guy" and I said I will not have that.
He called me the other night telling me what he wanted to do to my body. He loved the way my breasts bounced when I walked with the confidence of a champion, especially when my nipples were hard and visible through whatever blouse I was wearing. He liked watching me walk away so that he could see my hips rock from side to side with my round plump ass smack in the middle. He can just imagine giving it to me doggy style, slapping my ass, spreading them wide to plunge his cock all the way up inside me. He wants me, he fantasizes about me. He can't take it anymore. He won't speak to me again because it makes him ache all over and in his heart to know that he wants me, wants to give me everything, be everything and I wn't give him a chance. He asked me to tell my man that he respects him and that he is lucky to have a woman like me. He hopes he appreciates that.
I wonder ... what would it really be like to be with Jay?
He called me the other night telling me what he wanted to do to my body. He loved the way my breasts bounced when I walked with the confidence of a champion, especially when my nipples were hard and visible through whatever blouse I was wearing. He liked watching me walk away so that he could see my hips rock from side to side with my round plump ass smack in the middle. He can just imagine giving it to me doggy style, slapping my ass, spreading them wide to plunge his cock all the way up inside me. He wants me, he fantasizes about me. He can't take it anymore. He won't speak to me again because it makes him ache all over and in his heart to know that he wants me, wants to give me everything, be everything and I wn't give him a chance. He asked me to tell my man that he respects him and that he is lucky to have a woman like me. He hopes he appreciates that.
I wonder ... what would it really be like to be with Jay?
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