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Bathtime With Bendis
My best friend once said of me, "You're the only person I know who proudly displays their vibrator in their soap dish." I really believe this had more to do with the fact that I'm rather lazy than anything related to my unquenchable thirst for all things sexual. Still, while it may not be evidence that I am a true nympho (but am a slovenly housekeeper), it certainly is an indication of my sacred bath time ritual. When I was a young teen, I spent many hours masturbating – more than once a day, too. I often daydreamed of when I'd be a grown woman and how I would have…
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Letter To My Beloved
Why I Did Not Give You That Quickie In-Public-&-Under-the-Table Handjob the Other Day I hope you don't think I was ignoring him or that I was simply refusing to give him any attention whatsoever. Both of you must think I dislike him, but nothing could be further from the truth. You must know that I am completely mesmerized by him! You may just think that I'm reticent and apprehensive about doing it in public during our short visits – but it is much more than that! My first impulse is always to get my hands on him as soon as he makes an appearance. You have no idea. You see,…
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Joanne Webb vs. Conservative Christians
I don't normally talk about newsworthy events on this blog, but this particular headline really caught my attention. I was outraged to read about the arrest of Joanne Webb, as I'm sure many of you were. All I've read on the subject, even comments from residents of Burleson, TX, is that this is not about Joanne breaking the law but about her obvious comfortableness (and openness) about being a sexual and sexually-charged being. That's right, folks, Joanne Webb is in hot water not because she was selling sex toys but because the ultra conservative town she lived in couldn't stand the thought of a true-blue nympho living in their midst.…
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Under The Table
Even though the setting was public and over-crowded, it seemed we were the only two people in the world. Had I inched any closer to his warm body, I'd of been in his lap. Our heads were bowed down and together, talking low and whispering indecent things into one another's ear. We had finished eating and it seemed that both of our minds were now on one thing only. The table offered no covering to hide any indecorous act we might wish to engage in, but my J. can be ingeniously surreptitious. His breath was hot against my neck and his wet tongue so deft in my ear that I…
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Thank You
Life's funny sometimes. I have another blog, a regular old-bitch-and-rant fest, my day-to-day life and gripes type of thing. I post to it almost every day. This blog, being rather subject-matter-oriented, I don't tend to post to as much. I can bitch about anything in the other blog. This blog is about sex, and I want to keep it that way. I don't get as much sex as I used to, so I tend not to post as much. I really hate that, because this was my first blog and it has a special place in my heart. Back to the point, though. Because the other blog is a near…
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In The Afternoon
Oh, it's been way too long! It had been a lazy day all around. The golden autumn afternoon had been filled with honeyed talk and the light amber cool of cheap Chardonnay. We wandered outside to enjoy the fading light and the growing chill to the air, our eyes heavy and drooping as the setting sun. I wandered back inside. It was darker inside, the only light was a washed-out pale gray shining through the slats in the blinds. I lay down right there on the floor, the new carpet thick and lush underneath me. I soon felt him lie down beside me, wrapping an arm around and pulling me…
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May I Ask?
If I wake up with a slight moan, caress your arm and tell you I've been dreaming about having sex with you all night – what would your reaction be? If the next words out of my mouth are a low and breathless, "Baby, I want you," do you think we'd end up being late to work that morning?
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The Stuff Sex Dreams Are Made Of
My body knows what I need even more than my mind does. Last night I dreamed about sex all night. The first dream I remember was being in a room with two blonde, naked chicks. We were all sitting on opposite sides of the room, and we were all extremely horny. Well, I knew I was and I assumed they were as well as they kept rubbing their clits and fucking themselves with vibrators. Good enough guess, eh? I kept wishing they would come over and get dirty with me, but none of us ever advanced towards making a move. Could this dream be a representation of sexual frustration???? Nah.…
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Who Needs Breakfast?
I can't leave my loyal readers high and dry for too long. Time to get everyone all wet again with a juicy, recent exploit. I think my favorite sex is wake-up sex. There's just something utterly delicious about coming out of sleep right into some groggy groping, leading to a few yawning moans, flowing into some slow, stretching grinding and ending in an orgasm that makes a morning-caffeine jolt pale in comparison. The alarm pulled me rudely out of my slumber. It went off for a few moments, and even though he was closer, he didn't move to turn it off. I leaned over him and swatted around the top…
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Sexy Party
I promised details – and I always deliver. Friday night arrived in a cacophony of mayhem – I had to work late and was, therefore, running late. I'd had possibly the most stressful work week of my life and was ready to kick back, relax, have a drink, and view some new sex toys (not necessarily in that order). Oddly enough, I and my two friends arrived just on time. There were about 10 women there, most of whom I knew vaguely, and we all sat in a big circle in the living room around what, at first, appeared to be an altar to Aphrodite. It was covered in assorted…