U is for...

Unshaven.

Yes, I know today is supposed to be the letter V, but, well, I had a great idea for U, but didn't get a chance to write up the post, so instead I'm skipping V and sticking to U.

There's just something about the look of an unshaven pussy. So free and natural. Or whatever. Really just personal preference.

Or maybe it's more than I just don't really like the look of a shaved pussy as much.
It just reminds me too much of a little, prepubescent girl. Not my thing, I guess.

And here's a couple more unshaven pics found on Tumblr.

Now I've got to dash off to work, so now time to find more/better photos.
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T is for ...

Trouble.

S was going to be for Sorry. Sorry for missing nearly all of last week. Since I didn't get around to writing that post, now I'm in big AtoZ Challenge trouble.

No, not really.

But I still feel bad about not sticking better to my challenge. I did really well for the first two weeks, but then I got busy and lack of planning on my part really led me to trouble. I'm not sure how well the rest of the challenge will go since I'll be at Ragnar Fri and Sat, which means I'll need to schedule some posts ahead of time.

Wish me luck. :)

In the meantime, here are 5 random pics from my Tumblr.

So, maybe T is for Tumblr Tuesday...

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M, N, O is for ...

Mellifluous Natural Oomph

I'll let you take it from there.

Despite having to thumb through a thesaurus, I think these words perfectly capture this picture.

**Sorry to have missed two days, but I hope to be back to regularly posting the AtoZ Challenge starting tomorrow. Well, I guess tonight.
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L is for...

Libraries.

I love the library and books and reading. It's a great place to go relax and get lost in the words and stories of others.

Sometimes getting caught up in the others' stories leads to some, um, other things happening.

Like this.

As I snapped this last picture, with my tits hanging out, I saw a pair of eyes peeking through the stacks of books. I know I should have covered myself, but instead, I was still feeling a bit exhilarated from my little bout of exhibitionism, so I grabbed my tits and gave my nipples a nice, firm pinch. I let my hands wander all over my body. Caressing. Pinching. Fingering.

I leaned back against the row of books behind me, putting on a little show. Slight moans escaped, as I leaned my head back. I could feel my panties getting wet, and I hoped the man with the peeping eyes was enjoying the show.

I licked my lips and beckoned my voyeur with my finger. My wet pussy wanted more than my own fingers. With bated breath, I waited as he came around the corner. No words were spoken as he pressed me up against the books. His kiss was deep and passionate; I could feel his hardening cock straining against his jeans.

I dropped to my knees, releasing his hardness into my hands. My mouth.

Little did I realize that during my little show, he had silently texted his friends to come join him in the library. As I bobbed up and down on his gorgeous rod, I could feel the presence of other men joining us. Soon my top was torn off my shoulders and my jeans dropped to the floors. One by one, their cocks came out until I was surrounded by hard, wonderful cocks begging for my attention.

I took one into my mouth while grabbing a couple in my hands. Delicious.

Before I knew it, one of those cocks penetrated my dripping pussy - making a loud moan escape my mouth and a shiver run through my body. These men knew just what they were doing. It was beautiful, almost like a  well-choreographed dance.

They rotated positions, entering my mouth, my cunt, my ass. There were moments when all three holes were plugged with spare cocks to rub my tits and other parts of my body. My moans got louder and harder to control.

I could vaguely hear hushed shushing whispers beckoning us to keep quiet. I paid them no mind as the next cock thrust its way into my ass. I absentmindedly shrieked and didn't notice when the sexy librarian rounded the corner. She'd come to find out what the commotion was all about and a gasp escaped her lips as she took in the sight before her. She couldn't tear her eyes away. Instead of asking us to stop or even keep quiet,  she silently slipped off her panties and let her luxurious, dark hair fall to her shoulders.

She grabbed the cock of one of the men surrounding me, pulling him against her body. He all too willingly helped her out of her dress. It pooled on the floor in front of me and that's when I noticed her trimmed bush and perfectly rounded breasts. She was gorgeous.

I wanted to kiss her. Taste her. Fuck her.

I joined in kissing the cock in front of her. Our mouths touching as our tongues caressed his cock. I reached out to grab her tits and pinch her nipples. I made my way down to her pretty pink lips and buried my tongue inside her. Our breathing got heavier, our moans louder. Soon I was eating her while we both got fucked harder and faster.

Our bodies were quivering in a sensuous rhythm. My enthusiasm at our new guest was driving the men to the edge of their ecstasy. They switched positions, taking turns fucking all our holes. Their cocks hard, dripping with our juices, ready to explode.

We kissed, as one by one each of those beautiful cocks shot their loads on our faces, our bodies. We could taste their semen on our lips, feel it dripping down our bodies. I licked some up off her chest, suckling her nipples.

She grabbed her things and hustled to the restroom; one by one the men each dressed and left until I was alone again with my voyeur.

He brushed my hair away from my face.

I enjoyed your little show. Call me sometime, he whispered as he grabbed my phone and entered his number. I'd really like to show you a good time.

I shook my head, confused. I guess I really do let my imagination run wild while at the library.

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The picture for this story was originally posted as an HNT post back in the fall of 2011. While I did take pictures at the library, nothing this crazy happened.
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K is for...

Kettle.

It's time for Flash Fiction Friday, and I'm once again combining it with my AtoZ Challenge. The key word for today's picture was simmer and the word limit was 400.

Kari and Kimberly were out for a walk – taking in the warm, spring air. It had been rainy most of the weekend, but the sun was out and the scenery was so green after the weekend of rain. They simply had to get outside for some fresh air.

They were surprised when they came across the big kettle next to the river.

“Hey, you think that kettle would hold us?”

“I don’t know. Let’s fill it with water and find out.”

They smiled mischievously at each other and began carrying buckets full of water to pour into the huge kettle.

Once it was just the perfect depth, Kimberly started to undress.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I don’t want to get my clothes all wet, silly.”

“Makes sense.”

“Brrr… it’s chilly. Let’s build a fire.”

The fire was roaring as they climbed into the kettle. As the water began to simmer, so did Kimberly as Kari reached over and began to massage her tits. She leaned back into her lover, a slight moan escaping her lips.

They melted into each other and began exploring each other more intensely. Kari reached her hand into the water, her fingers finding the soft folds of Kimberly’s wet pussy. She slipped one, two, three fingers inside her friend. Kimberly started bucking in pleasure, her moans echoing through the trees. She started kissing and suckling Kari’s tits in an effort to stifle her moans, but the fingering felt so good; she just got louder and louder. They were so in the moment; they barely noticed when the kettle fell off its stand. They simply rolled out and made love in the muddy grass.

After equally pleasuring themselves, they grabbed their clothes and headed back to the cabin to shower. All clean, they curled up together on the plush rug in front of a toasty fire. They embraced each other again; they still had a few more hours before heading back to the city and their husbands. It was definitely a girls’ weekend to remember.

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If you liked my story, you should go check out Advizor's blog to see who else is playing along this week.
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J is for...

Just Jilling.

Now, this is something that I used to do a LOT more of. Just shift through my old posts about Masturbation. In a previous job, I even did it right at my desk.

Gone are my days of such downtime and privacy. *sigh*

Now most of my jilling is done in the shower yes, that's me in the video. sorry the water's so loud and the moaning so quiet., and it's relatively unfrequent. Maybe only a couple times a month. I'm usually running too late in the mornings and simple don't have the time.

Some mornings I have to simply make the time. You know, choosing to jill rather than, say, shave. That's what maxi dresses and skirts are for, right?
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I is for...

Interracial.

It's not my thing. I know it's a huge turn-on for many, many folks out there, but it really just doesn't do anything for me.

It's the dark skin contrasting with the white skin that I don't much care for.

At least not when it comes to porn.

In real life might be a different story. I'm a pretty fair-skinned girl, and while I've never been with a black man, I wouldn't say no solely on the fact of someone's skin.

But I probably wouldn't want it to be filmed, either.

Just a bit of a quirk, I suppose.
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H is for ...

Humor.

I love to laugh. Loud, belly laughs. Laughing so hard I can't breath and tears stream down my face.

Sometimes I laugh at sit-coms or movies or even the occasion blog.

Sometimes it's the littlest things, and sometimes I'm still laughing days later.

Right now, Jasper and I are really into the TV series, "Once Upon a Time," so when I stumbled upon these Fairy Tale dirty jokes, I thought they were perfect.

source: http://www.jokes4us.com/

Big Bad Wolf: The big bad wolf said to little red riding hood "unbutton your blouse and let me suck your tits" fuck off she replied as she tugged down her pantie’s "eat me like the fuckin book says"

Pinocchio: Pinocchio was fed up with the recent complaints from his wife. "Every time we make love, I get splinters." So, Pinocchio went back to his maker, Gipetto the Carpenter, for advice. "Sandpaper," said the carpenter, "that’s what you need." So, Pinocchio took the sandpaper home. A few weeks later, the carpenter bumped into Pinocchio again. "How are you getting along with the girls now?" \ "Who needs girls?" replied Pinocchio.

Cinderella: Cinderella wants to go to the ball, but her wicked stepmother won't let her. As Cinderella sits crying in the garden, her fairy godmother appears, and promises to provide Cinderella with everything she needs to go to the ball, but only on two conditions. "First, you must wear a diaphragm." Cinderella agrees. "What's the second condition?" "You must be home by 2 a.m. Any later, and your diaphragm will turn into a pumpkin." Cinderella agrees to be home by 2 a.m. The appointed hour comes and goes, and Cinderella doesn't show up. Finally, at 5 a.m., Cinderella shows up, looking love-struck and very satisfied. "Where have you been?" demands the fairygodmother. "Your diaphragm was supposed to turn into a pumpkin three hours ago!!!" "I met a prince, Fairy Godmother. He took care of everything." "I know of no prince with that kind of power! Tell me his name!" "I can't remember, exactly... Peter Peter, something or other..."

Snow White & Pinocchio: Snow White saw Pinocchio walking through the woods so she ran up behind him, knocked him flat on his back, and then sat on his face crying, "Lie to me! Lie to me!"

Mickey Mouse: Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse were in divorce court and the judge said to Mickey, "You say here that your wife is crazy." Mickey replied, "No I didn't. I said she is fucking Goofy."

Now it's YOUR turn. Make me laugh. Leave me a joke in the comments. Dirty or otherwise.
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G is for ...

Gangbang.

One of my oldest fantasies is to be in a gangbang. It started before we ever talked about multiple partners. Long before I even met Jasper. It dates back to my early 20s - back when I first started having sex. yes, i was a virgin until i was 20.

When it comes to porn, my favorite is probably the GIF. Videos are usually too lengthy, but GIFs have just enough animation to turn me on without anyone really being able to hear what I'm up to. Not that I should be ashamed or embarrassed, but sometimes I just want the privacy, I guess.

Anyway I thought for the letter G, I'd combine these two Gs.
And I present to you - Gangbang Gifs.
Found on Tumblr.

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F is for...

Fuck.

No surprises today. :)
**Raise your hand if you're not surprised I chose this word.**

I blogged about this a couple years ago. I mean, the word fuck. :) Obviously, I've blogged about the action of fucking many times since then. ;)

Of all the swear words, I love 'fuck' the best. Just ask Jasper.

I rarely swear. Especially out in public. And I censor myself pretty heavily at work - even though my co-workers do not. I don't mind their swearing, but, for me, it just doesn't seem work appropriate, so I choose not to. Often it would be easier for me to just swear instead of pausing mid-sentence to think of a nicer way to say something.

*sigh*

But when it's just Jasper and me. It's a whole different story.

Fuck can convey so many different emotions - happiness, frustration, anger, excitement.
Fuck can be an action or an exclamation.
Fuck can describe a person or a situation.

Simply put. I love the versatility of this word.
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E is for...

Evening.

She knew the sun would be setting soon, but she couldn’t wait. She’d been working all day, and now all she wanted to do was relax.

She hung her towel and slipped out of her sundress. The water was cool as she eased herself down into the pool behind her house. No one was around, and she let the water completely envelope her. The crisp water made her senses spring to life, and soon her hands drifted down between her thighs.

She spread her lips; the water seeping into her crevice, cooling her body after the long day. Her hands began exploring her body more freely. She leaned back - all her worries and cares drifting away with the setting sun and the cool water.

Her breathing became heavier, and her moans louder as the skies got darker.

She didn’t hear her approach; she was so lost in her own thoughts.

“Hey, Evelyn, it’s pointless to enjoy that pool by yourself. May I join you?”

The tall, leggy blonde eased her way into the pool and swam over to kiss her firmly on the lips. They quickly became entangled – exploring each other in a way only true lovers can.

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I was really at a loss tonight. I wanted to participate in Flash Fiction Friday as well as continue with my AtoZ Challenge. I wasn't feeling very inspired, and after staring at the screen for a couple hours, this was all I could come up with.

The key word for today's picture was pointless and the word limit was 500, of which I fell very short.

If you liked my story, you should go check out Advizor's blog to see who else is playing along this week. I'm sure you won't be disappointed.
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D is for...

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C is for...

Cum.

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The bright sun was shining through the windows as May stretched and rubbed her eyes. She ran her hands through her tousled hair, stretching her back. Her tits pointed up in the air, warmed by the delightful rays of the sun.

She lied back briefly, luxuriating in the white sheets for a few more brief moments. Her face beaming at the recollection of the dream from which she just awoken.

Throwing on a pair of panties, a cotton tank top, and her hiking boots, she slipped outside in search of her husband. Finding him inside the barn, tending to their horses, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, Mmm. Mornin' honey. You won't believe the dream, I just had.

He turned around to face her, his cock hardening as he took in the sight of her outside wearing next to nothing. He kissed her hard, pressing her up against the side of the barn.

Their passion was raw and palpable - nearly electrifying throughout the barn. It was no time before he'd ripped her shirt off her chest. Gently wrapping it over her eyes, he leaned in close and whispered, I've got a surprise for you.

May smiled, knowing how much she loved her husband's surprises.

He slipped her panties off, pleased that they were already moist from her arousal. He hungrily knelt before her, lapping at her wet pussy. She started to moan and squirm as he continued to kiss and suck.

When she was at the brink of cumming he stood and kissed her firmly on the mouth; she could taste her wet pussy on his lips. Stay right here, he whispered as he tied her hands together with her panties, raised her arms above her head, and gently secured them to the hook on the wall.

It was warm in the barn, but May shivered at the thought of what was to come. She heard the barn door close and she was left in darkness. She wondered at how long she would be alone, but her pussy was practically vibrating at the remembrance of her husband's tongue.

She was squirming every so slightly when the door opened again. The scent of a man wafted over her - but it wasn't the familiar scent of her husband. Before she could even think, she felt his gruff hands grab her breasts, his stubbly face press against hers in a lingering kiss. He released her hands from their hook and pushed her to knees. His cock was already hard, and she hungrily slid her mouth onto his shaft until her nose was buried into his rock hard abs.

Bobbing  up and down on his cock, she heard more footsteps approaching. She could feel her pussy getting even more wet with the thought of these strangers joining her in the barn. Her hands were still tied, so she was unable to reach out to this new man. Instead he knelt behind her, slipping his fingers into her wet hole.

Her moans got louder as she devoured the cock before her and started grinding her pussy onto the hand behind her. She had no idea who these men were, and she didn't care. She was lost in her arousal.

The two men switched places. As May took the next cock into her mouth, the first guy slipped his hard dick into her pussy. She nearly came as he entered her, but refocused her attention to the man before her.

She was being fucked hard. Her moans were getting louder and louder.

On the brink of orgasm, the men pulled out and switched places again. She lapped up her pussy juices while the second guy slipped into her pussy and then into her ass. She whimpered slightly at the intensity of pleasure coursing throughout her body.

His cock sliding in and out of her ass, her body thrashing. It was difficult for her to concentrate on giving head, so he slipped out of her mouth and lifting her up, he slipped into her pussy.

She couldn't help let a small scream escape her lips. Her two anonymous lovers pumped in harmony with each other, and May was finally able to succomb to the orgasm her body was begging for.

As her body stilled, her lovers pulled out - shooting their loads over her limp, satisfied body. They tenderly stood her back up and lifted her arms back onto the hook above her head; their cum dripping down her white, luscious skin.

She heard the barn door close, and once again she was left in darkness. Her husband returned, marvelling at his cum-covered wife. Ready for breakfast, my love?
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B is for ...

Bet you thought I'd go with blowjob, but nope.

B is for Binding. :)

I'm not really much into BDSM and seeing pictures of women (or men) tied up really isn't my thing.

Except when it comes to my nipples.

There are times when they are just so aroused that I just can't help but tie those little babies up.

**rollover for even more intensity**

For some reason, my nipples prefer this attention mostly during masturbation. In fact, my self-induced orgasms often require at least a some nipple play.
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A is for ...

Anal.

It's no secret that Jasper and I occasionally enjoy a bit of anal sex. Not every time by any means, and generally only when I'm particularly in the mood for it.

But sometimes, I want it so bad.

I love the look on Jasper's face when I ask him if he'd like to fuck my ass. Sometimes it's a seductive whisper. Other times, it's a plain old question. And yet other times it's while in the throes of a passionate session.

Regardless of how I ask, he is always more than willing to indulge me.

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