Sunday, May 27, 2012

FFF - I'll Wait Here

(Source image: "Hillary" by Bradley Thurber)
“No, you go ahead. I’ll wait here.”

“Ok, I’ll be right back.”

She smiled a devious smile. “Take your time. I’ll be right here.”

As soon as he had slipped inside the store, she slipped off her panties and shoved them in the glove box. She was hot, horny, and feeling very playful.

She lied across the bench seat, flipping up her little skirt and seductively crossing her feet in the air. She didn’t care that everyone could see her ass as they walked by the car. She was heady with the scent of her lust.

As he approached the car, she smiled coyly and mouthed the words, “I. want. you.”

I haven't done an FFF in forever! And now, I'm writing it a few days late. I figure I'm up before the next week's challenge, so I'm totally good, right?

Wednesday, May 23, 2012


I finished my student teaching.
I walked my graduation ceremony.
I now officially have my masters degree. Well, not officially. That slip of paper will come later.

I'd like to say all this means I've had lots of extra time for tons of fun, naughtiness, but well, one bit of craziness has replaced another.

As is life, I suppose.

Jasper and I are in the midst of moving out of our of apartment. We are selling most everything we own and hitting the open road - just seeing where the wind blows us.

We have accumulated a few too many sex toys. Does anyone actually buy used toys? I guess I'll find out. :)

If you're interested in owning something Lola once owned, here is a list of what we're selling:

Let me know if you're interested in any of these items.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Just a Quick Hello

I know, I know.

I've been away for a long time. I may or may not be on my way back, but I wanted to drop in super quick.

Tomorrow is my last day student teaching, and after coming home this evening, Jasper and I did some incredibly fucking.

I spun quite the sensual story involving high school students, a fellow teacher and a supply closet.
Jasper finished the story from the perspective of the principal - punishing me for what he walked in on.

Perhaps one day I'll share the story.