tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184400662682759102024-03-13T06:25:04.649-07:00Sex BabbleI wanna talk about sex!Lusting Lola!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11435548846827420600noreply@blogger.comBlogger318125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118440066268275910.post-12087410158064980672015-06-06T05:53:00.000-07:002015-06-06T05:53:07.666-07:00Post-Race FunA couple days after the <a href="http://sexbabble.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-wine-tasting.html" target="_blank">wine tasting</a>, Kieran and I had a 5k race. We made plans to go back to his place afterwards. It was very exciting to know that we were finally going to fuck after so much anticipation the previous couple of weeks.<br />
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We ran a great race, and I'm not going to lie... I definitely ran a bit faster at the end knowing what was about to happen.<br />
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After the race, we hung out with a few friends for a bit, said our good-byes, and I followed him back to his place. He gave me a very brief tour and it didn't take long at all before we were making out.<br />
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And not long after that before I was completely naked while he licked and kissed all over my body. Head to toe.<br />
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He got to my Achilles and oh, WOW, did that ever get me going. Who knew? It was amazing how much that made me squirm. He licked and kissed his way back up my body.<br />
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That's when the nipple sucking and biting began. Double WOW. I could. not. get. enough. It was probably the roughest nipple play I'd ever experienced, but fuck, it was fantastic.<br />
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He made his way back down to my pussy, and treated her real nice - sucking and licking and kissing. And. the. fingering. Oh my. It was like he knew exactly where to touch me.<br />
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My body was convulsing like crazy. And he whispered in my ear, <i>I'm going to fuck you now.</i><br />
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*swoon*<br />
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I can't remember all the positions we got in, but there were quite a few. At one point, I was on my back; he was on his knees; and my right leg was up on his shoulders. Not only did this this feel amazing, it <b>looked</b> amazing. All I wanted (except for him to never stop, of course) was a camera to take a pics or capture a video.<br />
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Since it was our first time together, I didn't feel comfortable asking. But trust me, it was amazing.<br />
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He flipped me over onto my knees and fucked me doggie style. So good.<br />
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I came so many times. It was incredible.<br />
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He fucked me until he came.<br />
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As I lied there convulsing in the that afterglow, he whispered, <i>I'm not done with you yet.</i><br />
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And he worked his way down to eat me out some more. In our tour, he had shown me the restraints under his bed. <i>You wanna restrain my legs?</i><br />
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Before long, I was tied down to the bed. On his way back down to eat my pussy, he grabbed his flogger. It's not really my thing, but he flogged my tits lightly and my pussy a little, too. I kinda liked it. :)<br />
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He devoured my pussy until I was cumming HARD one last time.<br />
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It was intense and amazing. Afterwards, I lied on my tummy as he poured massage oil over me and eased my muscles after running the 5k and cumming like crazy.<br />
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Our messages over the next few days got more and more intense, and I couldn't wait for the wine tasting we planned on going to.<br />
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Kieran was picking me up from work to drive me to the wine tasting, and the day couldn't have gone by any slower.<br />
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I wore my shortest dress that was still somewhat work-appropriate, and at 5pm, I slipped into the bathroom to remove my panties.<br />
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Nervous and excited, I walked out to his car - full of anticipation of what the night might hold - and tossed my panties into his lap, as I jumped in.<br />
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He just laughed, delightfully surprised, and leaned in for our first kiss. After so much anticipation, it was nice to get a little sexual release, <i>with lots more to cum.</i><br />
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We were both definitely turned on as we drove out of the parking lot and headed to the wine tasting. It was only a few minutes, once we got onto the highway, before he slid his hand up my thigh and grazed my pussy lips.<br />
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A shudder ran through me.<br />
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And then his fingers pressed and probed and my breathing got heavier and heavier. I'm not even sure how he was concentrating on the road. I sure wasn't.<br />
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My legs were writhing and my hips convulsing as I came HARD, just as we approached our exit.<br />
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The wine tasting was at a local grocery store and is held monthly. I'd never been to one before, but Kieran had been many times and knew right where to go. As we were pulling up, I noticed a handful of coworkers out on the patio, where the wine tasting was being held.<br />
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<i>Oh shit! Good thing I already came in the car.</i> ;)<br />
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We had to be on good behavior from then on, since I'm not sure how open my coworkers would be to our situation.<br />
Sure, I was still flirty; I was drinking wine, after all. But no one seemed to comment or care.<br />
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Jasper came to pick me up after an hour or so, and we had a super fun drive home. He fingered me as well, with a few more orgasms for me.<br />
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<i>Lucky girl.</i><br />
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A few days later, we were talking about the wine tasting and contemplating going to the next one. I like wine from time to time, but I'm more of a tequila girl. So, I asked if there were ever any tequila tastings.<br />
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Turns out, there was one coming up at the end of May.<br />
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<i>Sign me up!</i><br />
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Kieran even suggested getting a room at the hotel. And inviting Jasper. And thus, we made plans for our first threesome.<br />
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More to cum...<br />
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The beginning of the story.<br />
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I'm going to break this into a few different posts, so it doesn't get too lengthy. It's a pretty fun story, so stick with me. :)<br />
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I'd been running with my friend, Kieran, for about a year or so. We ran trails; we ran road. Training runs and a few races. Running together was fun. Since I was used to mostly solo running, it was nice having a partner every now and again.<br />
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It was all very innocent.<br />
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Until one day on a trail run he was telling me about two girls he was kinda sorta seeing. Or wanted to be seeing more.<br />
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And he mentioned how they were kinky.<br />
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Me: <i>Kinky how? Like BDSM?</i><br />
Him: <i>Maybe. Whatever.</i><br />
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Kind of dismissive but he continued with his story.<br />
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And then he mentioned something about the girl liking anal.<br />
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<i>What? Come again? Is this conversation happening?</i><br />
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I think I just kind of laughed it off a little. Asking appropriate questions. But in my mind getting more and more curious. And yes, maybe a little turned on.<br />
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After that run, I remember coming home and telling Jasper that fucking Keiran might become a reality. And I relayed to him all the conversation that we'd had on that morning's run.<br />
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The conversation on our runs would eventually gravitate to sex in some manner. Sometimes not for a few hours into the run. LOL. We were both a little shy about sharing our true selves, I think.<br />
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We joked around about sex and life, but nothing too intense or too explicit. I was mostly quiet through it all. I know, that's not the Lola you all know and love, but it tends to happen that way in real life.<br />
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We had a Ragnar Trail event coming up, and a super sweet cabin to go with it. And a hot tub, too. At this point, I really wanted to fuck him. So, of course, I slipped in a few condoms when packing. I was excited about the possibility that the long weekend held.<br />
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We carpooled together for the 3+ hour drive. For most of it we had another passenger, but we met up with another teammate at a gas station, and our passenger rode the rest of the way with her. So he wouldn't have to be scrunched up in the back seat any longer.<br />
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And then our conversation got a little saucier.<br />
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I was just about to tell him about <a href="http://sexbabble.blogspot.com/2011/04/monday-memories-1st-anal.html" target="_blank">the first time I'd had anal</a> when we entered the National Park, and he had to really concentrate on the windy roads in the dark.<br />
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When we arrived at the cabin, and were getting the tour, I whispered to him that we should share a room.<br />
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And that was the end of that.<br />
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I threw a few more signs his way to indicate I wanted more, but, well, he didn't really pick up on them.<br />
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<li>I invited him to the hot tub - just the two of us - after most of the team had headed home.</li>
<li>I asked him to make me breakfast (probably the subtlest of my signs).</li>
<li>I lingered and leaned in.</li>
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Nothing.<br />
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No fucking at all the whole weekend.<br />
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<i>I was so worked up by the time the weekend ended, I practically jumped on Jasper as I walked into the apartment!</i></div>
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But after that weekend, suddenly things progressed at an exponential rate! I'm not even sure how it happened or what triggered it, but our texts started getting more and more graphic.</div>
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There was a conversation about me getting a race sugar daddy, so that I could afford more races.</div>
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<tr><td><b>Kieran</b>:</td><td>A sugar daddy is going to want something in return though! Haha.</td></tr>
<tr><td><b>Me</b>:</td><td>You say that like you doubt my follow through.</td></tr>
<tr><td><b>Kieran</b>:</td><td>I had no idea.</td></tr>
<tr><td><b>Me</b>:</td><td>There could be a sliding scale.</td></tr>
<tr><td><b>Kieran</b>:</td><td>There has to be.</td></tr>
<tr><td><b>Me</b>:</td><td>Yeah?</td></tr>
<tr><td><b>Kieran</b>:</td><td>But, of course.</td></tr>
<tr><td><b>Me</b>:</td><td>Something like? Local race, no travel - 1 bj; Race with travel, air, hotel - anal</td></tr>
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And more talk of the different sugar daddy tiers.
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Suddenly, we were talking about fucking and the missed signs at Ragnar.<br />
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And making plans to go to <a href="http://sexbabble.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-wine-tasting.html" target="_blank">a wine tasting</a>.<br />
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That will be a story for another night.<br />
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For the first time since 2011. lol.<br />
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<span style="color: #536378;"><b>1. What three things do you expect from a relationship with a lover/spouse?</b></span><br />
Respect. Honesty. Can me laugh. And Cum. And maybe laugh while cumming! That's one of my faves. :)<br />
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<b><span style="color: #536378;">2. What three things do you expect from a relationship with your child?</span></b><br />
No, kids for me. :)<br />
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<b><span style="color: #536378;">3. How do you mend a broken heart?</span></b><br />
Damn. It's been well more than a decade since I've had my heart broken, so I have no idea. Hope I never have to deal with that.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #536378;">4. What is your favorite therapy (remedial treatment of mental or bodily disorder)?</span></b><br />
Honestly? Sleep. Or yoga.<br />
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<span style="color: #536378;"><b>5. Who in your life has an annoying habit? How do you deal with this?</b></span><br />
I have a coworker who notices everything. And gives the weirdest compliments. He's a really nice guy, and I would definitely fuck him, but he does come off a little creepy at times. I deal with it the the same way anyone would - laugh with another coworker about him. LOL.<br />
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<span style="color: #536378;"><b>6. In five words, describe yourself. You cannot use the following words: funny, fun, nice, kind, responsible.</b></span><br />
Adventurous. Loving. Kinky. Quiet. Open.<br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Bonus</span></b>: If in a long time, romantic relationship do you still flirt? How do you flirt with your significant other?<br />
Absolutely! I'm not sure how, exactly, I do things I know he likes - wear sexy clothes, bend over provocatively, whisper in his ear, tell him I love him, invite him to have a threesome. You know, simple little things.<br />
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As a quick little teaser, I recently had a running buddy turn into a fuck buddy. We've been having lots of fun lately, and I can't wait to share it with all of you.<br />
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I'm sure you'll definitely want in on some of the details, too.<br />
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This is just my hello post.<br />
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Hopefully I'll have some delicious filth coming to you very soon.<br />
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Key Words: Breakup, Boyfriend</div>
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Word Limit: 350</div>
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Forbidden Phrase: Walk of Shame</div>
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Bonus Words: She’s a good church girl most of the time.</div>
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Extra Credit: Oh crap, these aren’t my panties!
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It was a beautiful, summer morning. She was driving her boyfriend to work, windows rolled down, feeling the warm breeze against her skin.<br />
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As she kissed him goodbye on the cheek, she caught a glimpse of a random woman walking through the parking lot. She wasn’t exactly dressed for the office, which made Amanda smile. She wished her boyfriend a good day, but she was mesmerized by this woman.<br />
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She barely noticed him disappear into the building, as she saw this mysterious woman carefully pulling her panties back up over her thighs.<br />
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The brunette looked up and laughed, “Oh crap! These aren’t my panties,” and started to pull them off again.<br />
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“Excuse me. I couldn’t help but overhear. Must have been one helluva night. I’d love to hear all about it. Wanna grab a cup of coffee or are you really heading into work?”<br />
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The brunette laughed again. Her laugh was intoxicating, and Amanda couldn’t help but smile back.<br />
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“What the hell. I don’t work here. I’d love to take you up on the offer, but what should I do with these?” She smiled, holding up the random panties.<br />
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“Keep ‘em! Hell. Free panties!” And the woman crumpled them into her purse.<br />
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They walked to the corner coffee shop. Her story began with a break-up (don’t they all) and a girl’s night out that got a little carried away. She’s a good church girl most of the time (yeah, right!), but a few tequila shots later, and well, she was crawling out of someone’s car Friday morning with another woman’s panties around her ankles.<br />
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They shared a few laughs as she told her fun little story, and Amanda was mesmerized more and more with every word - especially knowing that this woman wasn’t wearing any panties. She could feel her own panties moisten with each detail. An unknown passion awakening inside her.<br />
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Amanda was so turned on, when suddenly the woman leaned over, running her hand along Amanda’s thigh, and whispered in her ear, “Wanna give me a ride home?” with the most mischievously seductive grin on her face.
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Happy Friday!!</div>
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Which got me to thinking...<br />
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Maybe I should pursue that again.<br />
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I mentioned it to Jasper, and his first question?<br />
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<i>Would you be able to control yourself to prevent this from happening?</i><br />
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If you've been around for awhile, you know I have a thing for young guys. <a href="http://sexbabble.blogspot.com/2011/01/teenage-bukkake.html" target="_blank">Teenage guys</a>. Or <a href="http://sexbabble.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-gonna-be-good-weekend.html" target="_blank">college guys</a>.<br />
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So... Yeah. Maybe not such a good idea to become a high school teacher after all. ;-)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Key Words: Wild, Found, Saved (use all three)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Word Limit: 300</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forbidden Words: Dirty</div><br />
It was a warm summer day, and we’d been hiking for hours. The sun had felt so warm and inviting at the beginning, but now it was just plain hot. We still hadn’t found this elusive lake.<br />
<br />
<i>I’m so SWEATY!! </i><br />
<i>Me, too. </i><br />
<i>This is taking forever!</i><br />
<i>I know! But, I’ve got an idea of how we can cool off. </i><br />
<i>Oh yeah? What’s that?</i><br />
<i>Let’s get all wild, take off our clothes, and roll in that muddy clay.</i><br />
<i>That’s the craziest idea!</i> She said as she pulled off her tank top - revealing her round, perky breasts.<br />
<br />
He laughed, as he watched her gleefully run over to the inviting clay, slinking out of her shorts.<br />
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Picking up a handful of clay, he started painting it all over her. The coolness of the clay felt great, but the heat inside her started burning. She pulled him close, and whispered, <i>Now what?</i><br />
<br />
He grinned back, as he pushed her to her knees and unleashed his hard cock. She hungrily sucked it into her mouth until his cock was buried balls deep down her throat. She got lost in the pleasure of the blow job and didn’t even notice the beautiful blonde park ranger approaching.<br />
<br />
Just as he was about to cum, the ranger leaned over and whispered, <i>I found you!</i> into her ear.<br />
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She just smiled up at the ranger, finished sucking him dry, and said <i>Don’t worry. I saved the best for you. </i>And gave her a big sloppy kiss, cum oozing down their chins.<br />
<a class="twitter-share-button" data-hashtags="FFF,erotica,sexbabble" data-text="FFF 8/22 - Wild Child" data-url="http://www.sexbabble.blogspot.com/2014/08/fff-822-wild-child.html" data-via="sexbabble" href="https://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a> <script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script>Lusting Lola!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11435548846827420600noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118440066268275910.post-88651861200265690592014-08-21T05:47:00.000-07:002014-08-21T05:47:05.093-07:00Time for a Comeback?<b>Hello.</b><br />
<b>My name is Lola, and I haven't blogged in 1 year, 2 months, 14 days.</b><br />
<br />
Way too long. :( <i>Did you miss me?</i><br />
<i><br />
</i> You'd think that moving to Vegas would have only helped this little blog to flourish. Instead it pushed it nigh on to death.<br />
<br />
Life got stressful with work, and I guess I got lazy. And my libido kind of went on hiatus. Not really sure why, but there was a definite sexual slump, and I didn't really have anything to share with you all.<br />
<br />
<b>What changed?</b><br />
<b><br />
</b> I'm not really sure. I just started to miss it. I started to miss the sexy interactions and comments from all of YOU.<br />
<br />
So, I jumped back onto Twitter (<i><a href="http://twitter.com/sexbabble" target="_blank">say hello</a>!</i>) a few days ago, and decided it was time for a comeback on the blog, too.<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="twitter-tweet" lang="en">
Who think Lola needs to make a comeback? <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/sexbabble?src=hash">#sexbabble</a><br />
— Lusting Lola (@sexbabble) <a href="https://twitter.com/sexbabble/statuses/499650283165978625">August 13, 2014</a></blockquote>
<br />
I'm not sure how often I'll be able to post, but I'm hoping for some regularity. Jasper and I haven't been playing with any other couples (<i>or singles, for that matter!</i>) since we moved to Vegas. Hopefully that will change soon.<br />
<br />
In the meantime, I'll just have to satisfy you with erotic fantasies and stories.<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="twitter-tweet" lang="en">
I've got a couple crushes at work now. Sounds like some good fodder for Lola's comeback. <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/StayTuned?src=hash">#StayTuned</a><br />
— Lusting Lola (@sexbabble) <a href="https://twitter.com/sexbabble/statuses/500506495763894272">August 16, 2014</a></blockquote>
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I'm not sure what else to say today, so I'll just leave you with this sexy pic.<br />
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Have a great day!! :-*<br />
<a class="twitter-share-button" data-hashtags="comeback,sexy" data-text="Time for a Comeback?" data-url="http://www.sexbabble.blogspot.com/2014/08/time-for-comeback.html
" data-via="sexbabble" href="https://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a> <script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script>Lusting Lola!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11435548846827420600noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118440066268275910.post-12088139606461339142013-06-07T07:29:00.000-07:002013-06-07T07:30:53.475-07:00FFF - EscapeI'm actually writing a post! Whoo hoo!!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYWJzFmSJwc/UaZlstm4o6I/AAAAAAAAFhY/JRAS5EZMJek/s640/escape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYWJzFmSJwc/UaZlstm4o6I/AAAAAAAAFhY/JRAS5EZMJek/s400/escape.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>He just lied on the bed watching her. She was running late now, but the glow on her face was still evident. Thinking of how their bodies had been entwined made him smile. The way she had taken his cock deep into her throat. The way she rode him hard, perched on her feet. The bounce of her tits. Her long dark hair flowing. She was gorgeous, and he could not believe she was his.<br />
<br />
Today was their anniversary. After work, they would escape to the cute little B&B beach house, where they’d spent their honeymoon. Completely excluded from the rest of the world, he couldn’t wait to devour her all weekend. <br />
<br />
Images of her tall, slender body floated through his mind. He could feel his cock harden as he watched her pull her panties on and pin her hair back into a sleek ponytail. She turned toward him, smiling. He couldn’t really hide his excitement. His cock was hard now, and she certainly noticed.<br />
<br />
Her smile widened and she ever-so-slightly licked her lips. A quick glance at the clock, and she climbed back on the bed – taking his cock into her mouth without saying a word. She was like magic. The way she moved her tongue. The way she could bury her nose in his belly. It didn’t take long before he was overcome and really let himself escape into this moment. He didn’t want it to end.<br />
<br />
She smiled wickedly at him. <i>Baby, I’ve really got to go now</i>. <br />
<br />
He pulled her in tight and kissed her firmly on the lips.<i> I love you so much, baby! Go now.</i><br />
<br />
She started getting ready for work again, and he continued watching her. He could watch her all day. Absolute perfection. <i>Bye, honey! See you tonight!! </i><br />
<br />
She was off to work, satisfied – yet still hungry.<br />
<br />
She slipped into her boss’ office locking the door behind her. Her wicked smile returned – as she dropped to her knees. <i>Join us this weekend?</i><br />
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</i> ******<br />
This week's challenge:<br />
Key Word = Escape<br />
Word Limit = 333 words<br />
Word Restrictions = Racquetball, lover, sunlight, morning<br />
Bonus Points = Tell us about a time when you had to escape yourself.<br />
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I skipped the bonus points, but managed to achieve all the others. Yes, even the word limit. This came out at exactly 333 words! Yay!!<br />
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Now, it's my turn to be running late. Time to hop in the shower and get ready for work. Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!!<br />
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Oh, and don't forget to stop by <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/2013/06/fff-jun-7-escape.html" target="_blank">Advizor's blog</a> to see who else played along this week. :)<br />
<a class="twitter-share-button" data-hashtags="flashfictionfriday, erotica" data-text="FFF - Escape" data-url="http://sexbabble.blogspot.com/2013/06/fff-escape.html" data-via="sexbabble" href="https://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a> <script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script>Lusting Lola!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11435548846827420600noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118440066268275910.post-16775088695075633332013-05-17T00:30:00.000-07:002013-05-17T00:30:04.726-07:00FFF - Her SmileYeah. So, I really dropped off, didn't I?<br />
<br />
I suppose you're all kind of used to it by now. *sigh*<br />
<br />
I tried to use the A to Z challenge in April to jump start my blogging again, but I didn't even manage to consistency do that. C'est la vie, right?<br />
<br />
You all still love Lola, though. I know you do. :)<br />
<br />
So, here's a little attempt at some Flash Fiction. You're welcome. ;-)<br />
<br />
Today's key phrase is "her smile," and the word limit is 350.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6k498RaTO1qzleu4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6k498RaTO1qzleu4o1_500.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br />
She walked out into the ocean, her bikini top dangling from her fingers. The cool water felt refreshing against the warm rays of the sunshine. Her smile was wide as she headed to meet her boyfriend. <br />
<br />
He continued to watch the crowds on the beach as she approached - the mother shielding the eyes of her child; the husband pretending not to notice; the teen boy nudging his friend. She, of course, was oblivious.<br />
<br />
Shaking his head, he just laughed at her boldness and watched her walk out to him. Her tits were beautiful, and he loved watching them lightly bounce in rhythm with the waves of the ocean. <br />
<br />
“Hey, gorgeous,” he pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her firmly. She just smiled, suddenly acting a bit shy. “You know, people are pretending to not stare.”<br />
<br />
She just shrugged. And smiled – enjoying the sun on her exposed skin.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">*******</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ok. So, it's not the greatest story I've ever written, but at least it's something. :) I stopped at 150 words, because, well, I did. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Good news is that you can pop on over to <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Advizor's blog</a> to read where everyone else went with the picture. Or better yet, why not write your own quick story. I'd love to read it. :-)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Hope you all have wonderfully, sexy plans for the weekend!</b></div><a class="twitter-share-button" data-hashtags="FFF, flashfictionfriday" data-text="FFF - Her Smile" data-url="http://www.sexbabble.blogspot.com" data-via="sexbabble" href="https://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a> <script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script><br />
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</div>Lusting Lola!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11435548846827420600noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118440066268275910.post-86962816441933413312013-04-25T07:21:00.000-07:002013-04-25T07:21:19.798-07:00U is for...Unshaven.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpmDuOxXs6g/UXk4_mQQEBI/AAAAAAAACz0/2p21dwq4Ctg/s1600/unshaven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpmDuOxXs6g/UXk4_mQQEBI/AAAAAAAACz0/2p21dwq4Ctg/s400/unshaven.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><br />
There's just something about the look of an unshaven pussy. So free and natural. Or whatever. Really just personal preference.<br />
<br />
Or maybe it's more than I just don't really like the look of a shaved pussy as much.<br />
It just reminds me too much of a little, prepubescent girl. Not my thing, I guess.<br />
<br />
And here's a couple more unshaven pics found on Tumblr.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1c4b2a0093d7169304f571a34e2ac5ba/tumblr_mk65w3T1rs1s8fcy3o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1c4b2a0093d7169304f571a34e2ac5ba/tumblr_mk65w3T1rs1s8fcy3o1_500.jpg" width="376" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9c5994aed1737af5338aa8e8ee5957db/tumblr_mltd0iPwha1qcl3afo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9c5994aed1737af5338aa8e8ee5957db/tumblr_mltd0iPwha1qcl3afo1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Now I've got to dash off to work, so now time to find more/better photos.<br />
<a class="twitter-share-button" data-hashtags="atozchallenge, pussy" data-text="U is for Unshaven" data-url="http://sexbabble.blogspot.com/2013/04/u-is-for.html" data-via="sexbabble" href="https://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a> <script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script>Lusting Lola!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11435548846827420600noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118440066268275910.post-15521297451653982742013-04-23T19:18:00.002-07:002013-04-23T19:18:14.943-07:00T is for ...Trouble.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
No, not really.<br />
<br />
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 <b>trouble.</b> 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.<br />
<br />
Wish me luck. :)<br />
<br />
In the meantime, here are 5 random pics from my Tumblr.<br />
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So, maybe T is for Tumblr Tuesday...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx7wphxqyK1r92d9lo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx7wphxqyK1r92d9lo1_1280.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6nw6Adis1qa5ljoo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6nw6Adis1qa5ljoo1_500.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltdf2zBedj1r4bxz8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltdf2zBedj1r4bxz8o1_500.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu80d6hOid1r44c79o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu80d6hOid1r44c79o1_500.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwm7hgaMGA1qa8ityo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwm7hgaMGA1qa8ityo1_500.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br />
<a class="twitter-share-button" data-hashtags="TumblrTuesday, atozchallenge" data-text="T is for Trouble" data-url="http://www.sexbabble.blogspot.com" data-via="sexbabble" href="https://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a> <script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script>Lusting Lola!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11435548846827420600noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118440066268275910.post-45971124746476547082013-04-17T19:39:00.003-07:002013-04-17T19:39:51.666-07:00M, N, O is for ...Mellifluous Natural Oomph<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_makfdxHZl91r8825ko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_makfdxHZl91r8825ko1_500.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br />
I'll let you take it from there.<br />
<br />
Despite having to thumb through a thesaurus, I think these words perfectly capture this picture.<br />
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**<i>Sorry to have missed two days, but I hope to be back to regularly posting the AtoZ Challenge starting tomorrow. Well, I guess tonight.</i><br />
<a class="twitter-share-button" data-hashtags="atozchallenge, porn" data-text="" data-url="http://www.sexbabble.blogspot.com" data-via="sexbabble" href="https://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a> <script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script>Lusting Lola!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11435548846827420600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118440066268275910.post-30972563297819756422013-04-13T00:30:00.000-07:002013-04-13T12:14:25.218-07:00L is for...Libraries.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
Sometimes getting caught up in the others' stories leads to some, um, other things happening.<br />
<br />
Like this.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pi3auyJEfcY/TnCJAaSnnyI/AAAAAAAACaU/O3ItGXbsvJc/s1600/1315601979838-orig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pi3auyJEfcY/TnCJAaSnnyI/AAAAAAAACaU/O3ItGXbsvJc/s400/1315601979838-orig.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
I dropped to my knees, releasing his hardness into my hands. My mouth.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
I took one into my mouth while grabbing a couple in my hands. Delicious.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
I wanted to kiss her. Taste her. Fuck her.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<i><br />
</i> 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.<br />
<br />
He brushed my hair away from my face.<br />
<br />
<i>I enjoyed your little show. Call me sometime, </i>he whispered as he grabbed my phone and entered his number. <i>I'd really like to show you a good time.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i> I shook my head, confused. I guess I really do let my imagination run wild while at the library.<br />
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******<br />
The picture for this story was originally posted as an <a href="http://sexbabble.blogspot.com/2011/09/hnt-library.html" target="_blank">HNT post</a> back in the fall of 2011. While I did take pictures at the library, nothing this crazy happened.<br />
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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 <b>simmer </b>and the word limit was 400.<br />
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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.<br />
<br />
They were surprised when they came across the big kettle next to the river.<br />
<br />
“Hey, you think that kettle would hold us?”<br />
<br />
“I don’t know. Let’s fill it with water and find out.”<br />
<br />
They smiled mischievously at each other and began carrying buckets full of water to pour into the huge kettle.<br />
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Once it was just the perfect depth, Kimberly started to undress.<br />
<br />
“What are you doing?”<br />
<br />
“Well, I don’t want to get my clothes all wet, silly.”<br />
<br />
“Makes sense.”<br />
<br />
“Brrr… it’s chilly. Let’s build a fire.”<br />
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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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
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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.<br />
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*******<br />
If you liked my story, you should go check out <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/2013/04/fff-april-12-simmer-in-my-pot.html" target="_blank">Advizor's blog</a> to see who else is playing along this week.<br />
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Now, this is something that I used to do a LOT more of. Just shift through my old posts about <a href="http://sexbabble.blogspot.com/search/label/Masturbation" target="_blank">Masturbation</a>. In a previous job, I even did it right at my desk.<br />
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Gone are my days of such downtime and privacy. *sigh*<br />
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Now most of my jilling is <a href="http://youtu.be/jo1eDYNP6Ao" target="_blank">done in the shower</a> <span style="font-size: x-small;">yes, that's me in the video. sorry the water's so loud and the moaning so quiet.</span>, 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.<br />
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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?<br />
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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.<br />
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It's the dark skin contrasting with the white skin that I don't much care for.<br />
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At least not when it comes to porn.<br />
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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.<br />
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But I probably wouldn't want it to be filmed, either.<br />
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Just a bit of a quirk, I suppose.<br />
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I love to laugh. Loud, belly laughs. Laughing so hard I can't breath and tears stream down my face.<br />
<br />
Sometimes I laugh at sit-coms or movies or even the occasion blog.<br />
<br />
Sometimes it's the littlest things, and sometimes I'm still laughing days later.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">source: <a href="http://www.jokes4us.com/">http://www.jokes4us.com/</a></span></div><br />
<b>Big Bad Wolf:</b> 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"<br />
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<b>Pinocchio:</b> 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.<br />
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<b>Cinderella:</b> 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..."<br />
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<b>Snow White & Pinocchio: </b>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!"<br />
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<b>Mickey Mouse: </b>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."<br />
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<b><i>Now it's YOUR turn. Make me laugh. Leave me a joke in the comments. Dirty or otherwise.</i></b><br />
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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. <i>yes, i was a virgin until i was 20.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i> 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.<br />
<i><br />
</i> Anyway I thought for the letter G, I'd combine these two Gs.<br />
And I present to you - Gangbang Gifs.<br />
Found on Tumblr.<br />
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No surprises today. :)<br />
**Raise your hand if you're not surprised I chose this word.**<br />
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I blogged about this <a href="http://sexbabble.blogspot.com/2010/11/cool-as-fuck.html" target="_blank">a couple years ago</a>. I mean, the <i><b>word </b></i>fuck. :) Obviously, I've blogged about the <b><i>action </i></b>of fucking many times since then. ;)<br />
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Of all the swear words, <b>I love 'fuck' the best</b>. Just ask Jasper.<br />
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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.<br />
<br />
*sigh*<br />
<br />
But when it's just Jasper and me. It's a whole different story.<br />
<br />
Fuck can convey so many different emotions - happiness, frustration, anger, excitement.<br />
Fuck can be an action or an exclamation.<br />
Fuck can describe a person or a situation.<br />
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Simply put. I love the versatility of this word.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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Her breathing became heavier, and her moans louder as the skies got darker.<br />
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She didn’t hear her approach; she was so lost in her own thoughts.<br />
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“Hey, Evelyn, it’s pointless to enjoy that pool by yourself. May I join you?”<br />
<br />
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.<br />
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******<br />
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.<br />
<br />
The key word for today's picture was <b>pointless </b>and the word limit was 500, of which I fell very short.<br />
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If you liked my story, you should go check out <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Advizor's blog</a> to see who else is playing along this week. I'm sure you won't be disappointed.<br />
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Someone suggested doggy style would be good for the letter D. Jasper thought that would be too easy and obvious; he suggested deep throat instead.<br />
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I've spent the last couple of days trying to decide which I liked better. Um. I mean. Which I'd like to write about better.<br />
<br />
After yesterday's lengthy story, I thought I'd mix it up with a picture or a gif or a video, but nothing was striking my fancy so to speak.<br />
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So, then I got to thinking, which do I prefer? If I had to make a decision, would I choose doggy style or deep throat?<br />
<br />
Both are appealing in their own ways.<br />
Both make me quiver in delight.<br />
<br />
I love the strength of his hands on my hips, thrusting deep into my pussy.<br />
I love his cock tickling the back on my throat, my nose pressed into his stomach.<br />
<br />
Fuck decisions. I'll take both.<br />
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*****<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
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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, <i>Mmm. Mornin' honey. You won't believe the dream, I just had.</i><br />
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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.<br />
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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>I've got a surprise for you.</i><br />
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May smiled, knowing how much she loved her husband's surprises.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
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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. <i>Stay right here</i>, 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
She was being fucked hard. Her moans were getting louder and louder.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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She heard the barn door close, and once again she was left in darkness. Her husband returned, marvelling at his cum-covered wife. <i>Ready for breakfast, my love?</i><br />
<a class="twitter-share-button" data-hashtags="atozchallenge, cum, erotica" data-text="C is for Cum" data-url="http://sexbabble.blogspot.com/2013/04/c-is-for.html" data-via="sexbabble" href="https://twitter.com/share">Tweet</a> <script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script>Lusting Lola!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11435548846827420600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118440066268275910.post-30527094369040626472013-04-02T00:30:00.000-07:002013-04-02T07:31:32.406-07:00B is for ...Bet you thought I'd go with blowjob, but nope.<br />
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B is for Binding. :)<br />
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I'm not really much into BDSM and seeing pictures of women (or men) tied up really isn't my thing.<br />
<br />
Except when it comes to my nipples.<br />
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There are times when they are just so aroused that I just can't help but tie those little babies up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">**rollover for even more intensity**</td></tr>
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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.<br />
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