Virginity Auction Passes $275,000

A hurricane of media coverage is swirling around a Sacramento State graduate who is auctioning off her virginity.The 22-year-old, who is using the pseudonym Natalie Dylan for safety reasons, announced the decision to sell her v-card on the Howard Stern radio show on Sept. 9."We live in a capitalist society," Dylan said on the show. "Why shouldn't I be allowed to capitalize on my virginity?"Dennis Hof, owner of the Nevada brothel Moonlite Bunny Ranch, brought Dylan to Stern's attention. Dylan approached Hof with her sister, Avia, who worked at Hof's ranch for three weeks two years ago."I've seen a lot of crazy things, but this is very unique," Hof said in a phone interview.With hundreds of offers already and bidding up to $275,000, Hof also claimed that a "rock star" and a "well-known male actor" contacted him and told him that they would outbid any other offers.The amount of media attention did not surprise Hof, but Dylan, who could not be reached for comment, told CBS13 News that the coverage was a little overwhelming."I didn't expect it to take off this much," Dylan said. "I'm a big fan of anonymity and I did not expect any of this happen."Hof said that Dylan had already passed a polygraph test verifying the authenticity of her chastity, but added that she is also willing to submit to a physical examination."I think I'm very intuitive and I can sense if a person is genuine or not, so I'm definitely going to be looking for that," Dylan told CBS13 News.Dylan said she first got the idea to auction her virginity from a news story she read on the Internet about a Peruvian girl who attempted a similar cash out. The girl received an offer for $1.5 million from a Canadian man, but didn't go through with it. Dylan is pursuing the idea largely because of debt incurred when her father allegedly took out student loans in her name.Dylan earned her bachelor's degree in women's studies from Sacramento State and said she plans to use the money to finance her graduate studies in marriage and family therapy.Hof defended Dylan's choice to put herself out in the public and said that he wouldn't be surprised to see more of this in the future. "Once you get past the moral issue, all this is is a girl trying to get through school," Hof said.The auction will be conducted through and consummated at the Bunny Ranch, Hof said. Hof stands to receive 50 percent of the winning bid, but was uncertain how much the auction would pull in."I don't have any idea, but it's gonna be a bunch," Hof said. "Maybe you should get the school-get everybody to kick in (some money) and send the homecoming king down here."

Making Us Defenseless

I like to think of myself as a gentleman

I didn't say it was but I like to think that way. I'm 40 years old and I have pretty much gotten that going crazy when I see parts of a woman's body out of my system. Don't get me wrong. I still look, just not obvious.
But the other day a friend was over and she was standing there fully clothed. And all of a sudden I felt like I was staring at her boobs and even though I wasn't (she's a good friend she would have told me)
I felt like I was. I felt like they were the only thing in the room, and I had to look actually started getting embarrassed I felt defenseless like a 40 year old pervert. I mean, I hadn't had this feeling of raw infatuation in a long time well I have it every day, but it doesn't make me lose control like it did that day

I think women know of the power that they possess when they get dressed in the morning some women are very obvious about what they want you to look at and some are very discreet. Like in this video. I don't think she was being discreet, but there she is exercising her power... I love women

Man and wife... Handicap Sex

First Lamborghinis and spaghetti Now This

Normally I'm not into long leg exotic beauties that happened to be models. I kind of go for the girl next door who turns into the exotic beauty of this woman encompasses all of my fantasies. Born in Caracas Venezuela and raised in Italy.

Ainett Stephens is officially my new fantasy now I have three reasons to want to go to Italy Lamborghinis good Italian food, and her... I can always dream :-).

I have no idea what she's saying in this video... but I could care less she looks good saying it.

What if we Kissed?

This song by Bridget gray. I e-mailed out to a few female friends all my list I initially was turned on through Bridget gray through Mrs. Butter love that poem was entitled “a letter to hip-hop.” But for the past few days. This spoken word poetry means a little something different to me.

The power of a kiss. I’ve always loved kissing. It’s one of the third favorite things I like to do with my mouth. J it’s funny because when you’re with someone new who you want to kiss it saying like the window of opportunity is always there. But the act alone is merely initiated by the right type of eye contact. It’s like your bodies instantly know when you’re going to do it your eyes connect both of you come closer to one another her head tilts right. Yours may be left but by some instinct. You know already.

As a high school kid I would go for the marathon type of kissing. LOL and don’t get me wrong that has its place and time. But these days it’s about connecting with someone, because when you’re start kissing your on the knife edge and this can be a good thing if you’re with the right person to seconds too long. And you find your clothes coming off and maneuvering yourselves to position of another type of expression. J J or two seconds less,and not to mention the whole matter of tongue and saliva lip biting and tongue sucking which is a good thing also and you both for your separate ways.(nothing like the anticipation of another day). J

Only to spend all night on the telephone with one another talking about “what if” either scenario will leave you wanting more if it’s done right. I was remembering a few days ago about the first time. I was kissed by a woman and what I mean by that is. It was the first time, the female had initiated the kiss up until then. It was always mutual, and it was always very stimulating. But in the back of my mind I knew it was going to happen.

But her kiss was different I had met this girl at a classics nightclub runouts out of Andrews Air Force Base. It was my first time purchasing a woman a drink. I thought I was Mr. big shot conversation was good. She seemed to be a very ambitious and goal oriented woman (I would love to say, I took her home that night), but I didn’t. She was very respectful and reserved… so I thought my mother used to say. It’s always the quiet ones you have to worry about.

The next day she came over. She sat on my bed, and I was over at my stereo making a cassette tape. She came over and stood behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. I didn’t think anything of it than she came around redirecting my attention away from my stereo with a gentle nudge from her finger under my chin and she leaned down and kissed me words cannot describe that kiss. Oh my God!! It has everything spontaneity sensuality smelled good, she tastes good, and then other things happened that I’m not going to type about, because gentlemen don’t kiss and tell. But sometime no gentlemen. It was the best spontaneous sex I ever had. LOL.

A far cry from my very awkward initiation at 10 years old. When I kiss my best friends cousin, and she rammed her tongue down my throat. Do you remember your first kiss? What do you consider the perfect kiss? Speaking to a friend this weekend. I’ve always known the importance of a good kiss, but I will quote from her “a man can screw the hell out of me. But if he does not know how to kiss. I won’t even begin to have my first orgasm or have any type of attachment to him.” I’ve heard that before, but considering her all I can do is look at her and say damn

This song by Bridget gray. I e-mailed out to a few female friends all my 360 list I initially was turned on through Bridget gray through Mrs. Butter love that poem was entitled “a letter to hip-hop.” But for the past few days. This spoken word poetry means a little something different to me.

The power of a kiss. I’ve always loved kissing. It’s one of the third favorite things I like to do with my mouth. J it’s funny because when you’re with someone new who you want to kiss it saying like the window of opportunity is always there. But the act alone is merely initiated by the right type of eye contact. It’s like your bodies instantly know when you’re going to do it your eyes connect both of you come closer to one another her head tilts right. Yours may be left but by some instinct. You know already.

As a high school kid I would go for the marathon type of kissing. LOL and don’t get me wrong that has its place and time. But these days it’s about connecting with someone, because when you’re start kissing your on the knife edge and this can be a good thing if you’re with the right person to seconds too long. And you find your clothes coming off and maneuvering yourselves to position of another type of expression. J J or two seconds less,and not to mention the whole matter of tongue and saliva lip biting and tongue sucking which is a good thing also and you both for your separate ways.(nothing like the anticipation of another day). J

Only to spend all night on the telephone with one another talking about “what if” either scenario will leave you wanting more if it’s done right. I was remembering a few days ago about the first time. I was kissed by a woman and what I mean by that is. It was the first time, the female had initiated the kiss up until then. It was always mutual, and it was always very stimulating. But in the back of my mind I knew it was going to happen.

But her kiss was different I had met this girl at a classics nightclub runouts out of Andrews Air Force Base. It was my first time purchasing a woman a drink. I thought I was Mr. big shot conversation was good. She seemed to be a very ambitious and goal oriented woman (I would love to say, I took her home that night), but I didn’t. She was very respectful and reserved… so I thought my mother used to say. It’s always the quiet ones you have to worry about.

The next day she came over. She sat on my bed, and I was over at my stereo making a cassette tape. She came over and stood behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. I didn’t think anything of it than she came around redirecting my attention away from my stereo with a gentle nudge from her finger under my chin and she leaned down and kissed me words cannot describe that kiss. Oh my God!! It has everything spontaneity sensuality smelled good, she tastes good, and then other things happened that I’m not going to type about, because gentlemen don’t kiss and tell. But sometime no gentlemen. It was the best spontaneous sex I ever had. LOL.

A far cry from my very awkward initiation at 10 years old. When I kiss my best friends cousin, and she rammed her tongue down my throat. Do you remember your first kiss? What do you consider the perfect kiss? Speaking to a friend this weekend. I’ve always known the importance of a good kiss, but I will quote from her “a man can screw the hell out of me. But if he does not know how to kiss. I won’t even begin to have my first orgasm or have any type of attachment to him.” I’ve heard that before, but considering her all I can do is look at her and say damn

Anna Stesia (Story of my first LAP DANCE)

This song has been on my mind, and been one of my favorites for years (if you listen to my blast. You will hear a sample of it). Its prince and his song Anastasia. The reason this song is so special to me. It was the first time. I had gotten the full effect of a very sensual lap dance. I was still living down in Miami so strip clubs nightlife etc.. I was very accustomed to but I must admit I was always a little bit cheap. When it came to strip clubs. When friends from up north or out of town would come to my home. That was the first attraction. So they normally paid for the dancers, but to be quite honest it was more eye candy for me, because if you have ever lived in South Miami beautiful women are a dime a dozen and seeing them nude was no big deal either. Almost half the women in Miami, walked around with little or nothing on.

But this night, my cousin was in town from Tampa. He was in the Air Force, and in his travels he had heard about the cocoa lounge. So we did our normal South Beach Miami club hopping, and eventually after seven or eight different clubs later we finally made it around to the cocoa lounge. Personally, I had never been in this club before, after entering the club. Looking around, we could see it was pretty crowded. Some of Miami’s finest gentlemen (gold teeth everywhere. If I had to do racial profiling. I think we were the only two that did not have grills or a police record).

So this was definitely not are seen both my cousin and I are allergic to bullets. But then, almost simultaneously, we spotted her about 5 foot eight, curly black hair and what seemed to be a biracial, ethnic background. She came over and sat between my cousin and I she was absolutely beautiful. From what someone can gather from someone physically, and with about 10 minutes of conversation. You could tell that she had a nice personality. She wasn’t cold and repulsed by her job (like I had seen on the faces of many other dancers or she did a very good job of hiding it.

Then eventually, the business side of her kicked in. After all we were at her job, and she asked. "Would either one of you, or both. Like a lap dance" I made the motions like I was searching my pockets. Like I had done many times before in the strip clubs. But this time I was actually looking for money, because I did find her very attractive. Upon opening my wallet. I did not have a dime. I’ve forgotten that I had been paying for drinks all evening slightly panicked. I looked at my cousin for a rescue. It was like we went into a small huddle. "Man, I only have a 20 spot." Was his replied to me and he wanted her to dance for him. "I pleaded with him "come on, Karl. I will hook you up next weekend. If you come down, let me have this one."

He reluctantly gave me his last $20. I knew she had done a good job of selling herself with her personality and her obvious feminine form. I wasn’t stupid, that was her job to make me feel like I was the only man in the club to separate me from my money. And for one song be a fantasy. She took $20 from my hand and asked me "what kind of music do you like?" Anything from Prince was my reply, she said. "I will be right back in one minute, let me tell the DJ" she started coming back, and shortly after she got close to me. This song from Prince came on Anastasia.

She smiled at me, as she straddled my wheelchair. I looked to my left and admired her, almost endless longlegs this particular club was a completely nude club. I felt like a childish 12-year-old boy who had never seen or been with a completely nude woman before she started rhythmically moving her hips to almost the words of the song I could smell her intoxicating perfume mixed with the smell of her hair. She whispered in my ear as she grinding, not just her hips, but her entire body against me. "I have never done this before, with a guy in a wheelchair. And I can tell you’re enjoying this to" my face was already red with embarrassment. All I could do was just smile. I felt her trying to push her breast and to my face. I was turned on, but not that turned on. I knew this was this woman’s job, so it probably wasn’t the first time. Someone had licked or sucked her nipple and judging the clientele in the club. I resisted the temptation and then all of a sudden, what seems like an eternity to me. The five-minute song was over.

She sat in my lap, for a few minutes. We both smiled at one another and started to laugh. I looked out for corner of my eye, and I could see my cousin sitting there in almost a disbelief shock. She gingerly started to raise herself out of my lap. I quickly grabbed my coat. throwing it into my lap. She gave me a kiss on the cheek told me what time she dance and what nights and walk with us half way to the door. I almost felt like I needed to give her a rose or something, like we had just been on a date. LOL walking out into the parking lot. My cousin told me "GOD dammit. I knew I should have taken that dance that was my last $20 you to look like you were dry fucking." I was still in a bit of a daze yes, I was turned out. LOL. I made a promise to myself that day. When I do go to a strip club. I look, but I do not let them touch, and I do not like to be touched, because those women have the power to make you give them you’re a whole will check and I have enough common sense. To avoid addictive behavior, but I must admit every time I hear Anastasia. I think of her( photograph up top is not the dancer. Just a close resemblance of her from what I remember. And thank you Iris for the song)

The G. Shot

I was watching Dr. 90210 a few weeks ago it’s a show on E entertainment (just like with a lot a television shows. I just happen to watch it was on the channel, that I turn to originally watching talk soup). Anyway, there was this young 33-year-old black woman, who was a single mother and a personal trainer, and she was getting a procedure called (G-Shot). Turning my attention to the television, because she was extremely attractive. I became curious to know what that was and why she was getting it well. It is a procedure where collagen is injected on her G spot to increase the size and sensitivity of that area for greater sexual pleasure. I will admit, my jaw almost dropped. I was like wow, because if you have ever had the pleasure of being with a woman and learning her body. And knowing where different erotic zones are that’s incredible and then intensifying them. OMG. That’s all I could think to myself. So as a program when on. They showed her in different aspects of her life working out training, her clients. Getting feedback from her really good friend. So on and so forth, her defense was “I love sex. I’m single, and sometimes I simply don’t have time to wait for him to hit it or to try to find it. So making it larger increases my chances.” They had a camera in the kitchen with her and her 14-year-old daughter and she absolutely didn’t want to talk about it at the mother playfully taunted her the day of the procedure was interesting. They showed her laying down on a table with stirrups. The doctor came in and examine her, and then told her in order to inject her in the right spot. He had to have it stimulated so the two male doctors, and one female nurse left the room while she masturbated. I’m assuming when they returned, she had that look like she had just finished running track. LOL he injected her with the collagen. She was visibly a changed woman from a big smile on her face and then the next time you saw her. She was at dinner with a gentleman she was seeing. And ironically enough, she was telling him about the procedure. She had had done. I’m assuming they had not slept together yet by the reaction on his face. He look like a kid with the keys to a candy store. LOL. So of course I had to call my brother and tell him what I just saw. He told me he had seen something. Just like that on the television series Nip Tuck were the woman injected could hardly walk. After having the procedure done. I tell you, the marvels of modern medicine. I love them :-)http://www.thegshot.com/what.htm

Hot SEX!!

Hot passionate baby I want you to scream my name. Okay, maybe she's not screaming his name, but something definitely has her temperature up

Nude Magician?

How did? Where did? But it had to have been? I haven’t figured this one out, but I wish it was Janet Jackson doing the trick instead of her (sigh wishful thinking.)

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Wheelchair Sex (my first time)

I remember the first time . I had sex in a wheelchair for most of you who regularly read my blogs . You know that my accident happened in 1982 . I was 14 years old at the time so the only sexual experience that I had had was that of a 14-year-old which was at it’s best not in control . If you know what I mean LOL the slightest touch , and things misfire LOL but one year past . I regained feeling in those areas . I’m it was one thing to have a nurse give you a bed Bath and you look down and have a huge erection but I could not feel it the emotions set in . You start to worry , am I going to be a complete man ever again so things become very mental I want to know more about my body I knew that I was obviously achieving erections . So that I worked that still didn’t have any feeling . So I started reading books on human sexuality . I quickly found out that sex was in your head . The one on your shoulders . :-) I found out that I could ejaculate without any type of manipulation . I also found out that my body was like an open nerves and any and almost every stimulation aroused it because it did not know how to control itself . So once I started getting feeling back . It was very strange . The human touch was painful and first because the nerves had been so dormant for almost two years so I actually felt my first hard on it was scary . You have to remember I had gone to years without feeling . It so it was painful and pleasurable at the same time entering into high school sex is a big part of your life . I can remember the first person I was with . We will just call her Suzi X. :-) I remember her standing in front of my wheelchair leaning over and kissing my neck I felt like Forrest Gump , because I got hard so quickly . She started taking off her clothes and I remember watching her and not being able to stand up and touch her . I felt like a prisoner , because all of my male aggressive and impulses tendencies . I could not act on . She was in complete control , and I must admit it to it took some getting used to . She unbutton my pants , and for the first time . Someone was touching me that wasn’t my nurse or my doctor . She put her hand around me . I thought my brains were going to explode . LOL she began to take the armrest off the sides of the wheelchair my mouth was as dry as the Sierra Desert she kept on whispering"calm down , calm down"I could only think to myself you have no idea what you are doing to me . LOL she straddled my wheelchair put me inside of her . And I thought to myself"this wheelchair thing . Is it going to be that bad"LOL I remember when I came home . Of course , my mother knew . I think every mother knows when her son does something . She started laughing and my father just gave me that look like"that’s my boy"so now that I have taken you down memory lane . I think a going to call Susie X. LOL seriously sexuality is a big part of my life . But I have found out through the years that it is a lot more incense . When you’re in love . Maybe that is just the hopeless romantic side of my heart talking . I will not be a hypocrite , the booty calls and maintenance sex also take the edge off of daily life . LOL I can’t believe I just wrote this . LOL LOL

Shoe Fetish?

I have always wondered about a woman’s some would call a obsession with shoes to be is more specific multiple pairs of shoes . Now this is what I know . As far as from the women that I have dated"shoes fit every aspect of your personality . I wear shoes that fit my personality for that particular day"I have also heard"I can gain weight . I can lose weight . But my feet will always be the same . And that’s why I have so many pairs of shoes . And so few pairs of jeans"personally I love to see a woman with a nice pair of stilettos on . And I must admit there is something about a woman innocently dangling her shoe . Off the tip of her foot , while she is sitting with her legs crossed in a elegant dress OMG!! Now don’t get that twisted . I won’t go so far to say that I have a shoe fetish , but I have seen some pretty feet . That look good in pretty shoes with full disclosure , I guess for a man in a wheelchair I own my fair share of shoes (how ironic) . LOL but I have been shopping with a woman before , and I had never seen such a scientific almost military approach to buying them . But I will tell you this , don’t stop wearing them don’t stop buying them keep on sacrificing comfort over fashion , because I love seeing your feet in high heels . :-)

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Nipple Fetish (Confession)

I’m becoming too comfortable with this Bloging . LOL my last post was about women and shoes and a little bit of a fetishism . When it comes to a woman’s foot . I had to comments directed toward the possibility that it may be a fetish for me . The real truth is my fetish on a woman’s body is a bit further north way north :-) my weakness . As a small , unassuming body part that comes in pairs nipple fetish . :-) by far one of the most fascinating parts of the feminine form for me it’s her nipples here is my take on them and why they are so fascinating to me with us as men . It’s very obvious . When we are aroused you glanced down or brush across us and it feels like we’re carrying a concealed weapon . But just like a mysterious and complex nature of a woman her nipples do not tell just one story about her body . You can look at her and see them obviously fully hard and very pronounced but it can mean . So many different things . Maybe it’s cold outside . Maybe she just finished working out and the endorphins are still running through her body . Maybe she’s upset and her blood pressure is still running very high with the simmering of anger with some women . They simply don’t know that they are out there like that . That’s just the way her body is made or my most favorite scenario . She has seen something or felt something to arouse her thoughts :-) I have been in the wheelchair for 25 years now . So a women’s breasts are at eye level for me . This is something that I have gotten used to the and I do not and cannot stare directly into a women’s breasts . Even if they are very large . But if I see a women’s nipples . I quickly ovoid conversation with her , because I know , being that close . I cannot form an intelligent conversation , and I love talking :-) . But this is one time where I am left speechless . I was telling the story last night to a good friend of mine . I did a brief career in sales and marketing . Some 90% of my job was going to socials and selling the company that I was a part of . I spotted this young lady , very attractive . Very bubbly , and with very pronounced and hard nipples . Across the room . In my mind I thought to myself"avoid her at all cost"the evening continue and every time I would see her move . I would move further away from her . So I would not be engaged in conversation with her . I started talking to another representative from another company and low and behold"the nipple lady"is standing right there . She introduces herself to the gentleman that I was speaking to he exchanges cards he goes over his prearranged sales pitch I start to feel the ending of his verbal exchange and the anticipation of engaging this woman with nipples that look like M&Ms with the peanuts is making me lose every intelligent thought in my head . She introduces herself . I shake her hand . She tells me about her company she gives me her business card her sales pitch is over . It’s my turn , all I could do is give her my business card . And with a dumb expression on my face , say"yeah um it’s on the card , what we do ummm give us a call someday"the looks from both of these professional marketers at me , was embarrassing . This wasn’t the first time . I had been embarrassed by the two little ninjas of the flesh South Beach Miami 1991 , rolling down the street in my wheelchair . I spot , a beautiful lady with fully pronounce and hard nipples . Across the street , rolling along my eyes lock on them . Like a heat seeking missile on its target , forgetting about all of my surroundings . I keep on rolling coming closer to the intersection where I am to cross the street . Everyone gathers with the sidewalk that is I am still lock on this woman’s nipples . I approach , the gathering to cross the street , where the curb cut was (so I thought .) The next moment I was lying in . The street I had misjudge where the sidewalk cut was , because I was so focused on her nipples . I started laughing hysterically people gathered around to see if I was OK . I could not stop laughing so I avoid them . When I can , and indulged in them . When I can but that is my fetish and weakness . FYI if I ever meet you in person and your nipples are hard. Please put on a coat so I can keep my dignity intact . :-) and check this out for all you women who were not blessed with the ways of perky persuasion you can buy them at this web siteBody Perks

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What Women Really Want From Football

This was actually on American television The announcers paused and did not say a word
Arkansas Razorback players Clarke Moore, Brett Goode and Casey Dick need to stop hanging out on the sidelines

A Better way to Clean your Monitor

We are living in a Internet world filled with computers, which means that we have new ways of doing things . Such as cleaning are monitors the old way was (use dry moist cloth) . Its 2006 . Now we have a new way click here for new way to clean your monitor (thank you . Northern beauty . I was getting tired of cleaning my monitor the old way this way is much more efficient)

What's in your search engine?

It seems as though it's pornography outside of the troubling statistics for child pornography(which I personally think that they should be killed pedophilia)the other statistics are interestinghttp://internet-filter-review.toptenreviews.com/internet-pornography-statistics.html

Heather Hunter on my space

I think along with Google this is going to be one of our social icons , because everyone has one from celebrities to companies to even porn stars . she is my favorite , but the one thing about all the celebrities you don't know who is just setting up a page for a little bit of attention and who is a real have noticed that there are a lot of models and future video girls . it's still entertaining to surf through the different profiles

Say it was a button

www.myspace.com/

Now here's a man with a cause I mean it purposea man after my own heart I think it was the philosopher" Sir Mix a lot" who said" I like big butts and I can not lie" how profound great man . :-)

Officer Carmen And The Professor

First, let's begin with the anticipation of going to the adult store together. Looking through all the things, naughty, nice, they have. So many choices, oh what to do, what to do............
We head to the 'role playing' section. There, I spot a very sexy police officer outfit. Black tight mini skirt, short blouse with a badge, let's get it, I whisper. Grinning my wicked grin. Planning the evening already in my mind. You smile at me and say, come on let's do just that.
I kiss you and whisper in your ear, have you been a bad boy?
You sigh and try to keep your composure.
We realize that I need boots to go with the outfit. I try on different ones, patent leather, knee high, thigh high and all of a sudden I find a pair of black thigh high boots, smooth leather, black, beautiful. I ask for my size and luckily, they do have a pair in stock. I try them on, looking silly with the boots over my jeans. But I just know, these are THE boots. Yes, let's get them.
We laugh and say: We might have to eat stale toast, but we are gonna have fun! OH YES!
On the way home, you keep looking at me and smile. What Handsome.......I ask, laughing.
Oh nothing, you reply. Just thinking!
If I am as good as your imagination, this is going to be one hot night, I say and smile. You nod and tell me: You are something else! I like it!

At home we look at our purchases again and already, I feel the heat rise. Just knowing whats to come got me going. I take my clothes off, not wearing anything I stand in front of you and you put your lips on my tummy, kissing me gently. I wiggle around, that ticklesssssssssssssssssssssss, stopppppppp it!
The blouse fits perfect. I dont button it, I just tie a knot in the front, revealing my cleavage. The skirt is tight and hugs my hips and butt. Then the boots, I am so ready to wear them. Oh my God, they are just beautiful. I slowly slide each boot over my legs while I am sitting on the chair. My legs are spread and you notice, no underwear, still naked under my outfit. Girl, you are making me horny as hell, you say and I just get up, walk over to you and let my tongue play with your lips. I am horny already baby, want to?, I whisper into your ear.
YES! LET'S!

........in the bed............

As you are lying on your back, naked, beautiful, a feast for my eyes. I climb onto the bed and kiss you gently, let my head rest on your chest and enjoy listening to your heartbeat. We kiss passionately, my tongue chasing yours around. Playing catch with it. I love playing with your tongue. I move suddenly into an upright postion and say, I know you have been bad! I know I need to show you my badge!
I rise up and stand over your hips. You look at me, already breathing hard........hardly able to contain your excitement. I place one foot on your chest, gently. The heel of the boot scratching you, not hard............
I slide my foot from your chest to your waist. The heel again, scratching, but not hard.
What do you have to say for your defense?
I am sorry, you whisper.
Sorry? Sorry does not work! This fine and ticket with automatic conviction is yours..........
Yes ma'am you whisper. I move back up to your chest and take my foot off of you. My legs spread I stand over you..............moving up towards your head. You can see my moist love spot, but cannot reach it.
Damn, you say.
Damn what? You better not be cussing around me, I am an officer. With that said, I bend down, go into a squatting position right over your face.
You can look, but you cannot touch. I get the cuffs and tie you to the bed. I let my wet pussy slide over your face just once while I am putting the cuffs on you.
No, you cannot lick, stop! You have been bad!
Yes, ma'am........you smile!
I work my way back to the foot of the bed and move my breast over your hard dick. You moan and sigh.
Yes, whimper, go ahead. You know you want me.
I do, I do!
I put my hands around your hard dick and slowly begin to stroke.
That is not enough for me, I open my lips and slide you into my mouth slowly and gently. You squirm and moan. Just like I love it. I am gently, remembering that control needs not to be taken out of your hands. I lick up and down, slowing down, stopping, letting you catch your breath. I enjoy sucking your hardness. My tongue plays with your nuts. Taking one into my mouth and gently suck on it. You moan and beg me to give you a break.
Granted!
I will give you something to keep your mind occupied with other things. I turn around, pull my skirt up and spread my legs over your face. I can feel your breath on my wet lips, your tongue flicking my clit. I am so wet, it is dripping onto your chin and neck. You tell me over and over again, damn, I love your pussy. Tell me to eat you, tell me.
Baby, eat me , eat me, I reply, grinding my pussy against your mouth. Your tongue works wonders and I am twitching with delight.
But I have a mission to finish. I lower my mouth onto your hard dick again and begin to suck. You taste so good, your throbbing dick feels so good in my mouth. I let my tongue trace the vein on your dick. You beg for me to give you a break, and I do just that. But you keep licking, tongue fucking my throbbing cave.
I know I am going to cum soon and ask you to slow down, please. You say, cum for me baby, let me get all of your sweet juice. And again, you dive into my pussy, licking and sucking.......and I cant help but cum with a loud moan and my pussy begins to squirt its juice onto your tongue.
I wiggle myself away from your face, needing you inside of me now. I want your dick, I say, my eyes green, my voice filled with lust. I untie you......
As I begin to ride your dick, your hands are around my ass, and your mouth keeps uttering moans and sighs. You want this dick, dont you? You want it deep inside of you, dont you?
Yes Baby, I do. I want it all. I grind up and down, back and forth. MMMHMMMM, you feel so good, damn girl. Damn you are so tight.
I am, arent I? And you are so hard! I love riding your dick. I moan and my moves become faster. Knowing I will cum again soon, I beg you, please cum with me baby, please.
You want this cum, dont you. Let me give it to you. How bad do you want it?
BAD! Please, cum with me, give it to me! I can hardly talk now, breathing hard, riding harder.

I am cumming.........I am cumming, aww shit.........you exclaim loudly as you are shooting your juices deep inside of me. With a loud moan I cum at the same time.........
After regaining composure, I bend down to your face and whisper..............you been a bad bad boy!

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