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突如彼の家でお泊まりデートになったというシチュエーションで、ムダ毛が生えていることが分かり、うろたえたことがある女性は一人や二人ではないでしょう。

日常的に完璧にお手入れするようにしましょう。

ムダ毛のお手入れによる肌トラブルで参っているなら、永久脱毛が最善の方法です。ほぼ一生涯にわたってセルフ処理が不要な状態になるので、肌がダメージを負う心配がいりません。

ムダ毛を自分ひとりで処理するのは、結構面倒な作業だと言えます。カミソリで処理するなら2日に1度、脱毛クリームでお手入れする際はひと月に2度はケアしなくてはカバーできないからです。

自宅用の脱毛器でも、根気よくケアすることにより、何年にもわたってムダ毛のない体に仕上げることができるでしょう。長い目で見て、じっくり継続することが最も大切なのです。

ビキニライン周辺のムダ毛で思い悩んでいる女子にうってつけなのが、話題のVIO脱毛です。日常的に適当に処理をしていると皮膚がダメージを受けてしまうこともあるので、プロに処理してもらうべきでしょう。

「脱毛エステでサービスを受けたいけど、安月給の私にはどうあっても無理だろう」とお手上げ状態の人が結構いるようです。だけど今日では、月額プランなど低料金で脱毛を受けられるサロンが増えています。

月額制で全身脱毛で安い、おすすめなのはキレイモです。フォトフェイシャルもできるので非常におすすめの脱毛エステでです。

「痛みに負けずにいられるかわからなくて躊躇している」というのでしたら、脱毛サロンのお試しコースを活用するというのも1つの手です。安価な料金で1回トライすることができるコースを提供しているサロンがたくさんあります。

自分に合致する脱毛方法を行っていますか？カミソリを使用したり脱毛クリームを塗って処理するなど、色々なムダ毛処理法が存在しますので、毛の太さや長さ及び肌質に合わせて選ぶのが肝心です。

エステの脱毛には大体1年くらいの期間がかかるとされています。独身でいるうちに着実に永久脱毛するというなら、プランニングしてできるだけ早く開始しないといけないと考えます。

一部のパーツだけツルツルに脱毛すると、他の場所のムダ毛がかえって気に掛かるという方が多いとのことです。初めから全身脱毛でツルスベになった方が手っ取り早いでしょう。

全身脱毛するつもりなら、独身時代が良いでしょう。妊娠がわかってサロンでのお手入れが中止状態になると、せっかく時間とお金を掛けてきたことが無駄になってしまうかもしれないからです。

ムダ毛脱毛の技術は想像以上に高くなってきており、皮膚にもたらされるダメージや施術している間の痛みもほぼゼロだと言っていいでしょう。カミソリによるムダ毛処理の損傷を危惧しているなら、ワキ脱毛が一押しです。

巷で話題のブラジリアンワックスなどといった脱毛クリームを入手してムダ毛を取り除く方が右肩上がりに増えています。カミソリを用いた際の肌が被るダメージが、広く理解されるようになったのが影響していると言えるでしょう。

生理になる毎に特有の臭いやムレに頭を痛めている人は、デリケートゾーンを一度にお手入れできるVIO脱毛にトライしてみることをおすすめします。ムダ毛をきれいに調えれば、それらの悩みは著しく軽減できると言ってよいでしょう。

ワキ脱毛をやると、毎日のムダ毛剃りが不要になります。ムダ毛処理のせいで大切な皮膚がダメージを被ることもなくなると言えますので、毛穴のブツブツも解消されると断言します。

脱毛サロンを選択するときは、「都合のいい日に予約が取れるか」が重要なポイントです。予想外のスケジュール変更があっても対処できるよう、スマホなどで予約の変更やキャンセルができるサロンを選んだ方が使い勝手がよいでしょう。

体毛が濃い体質であると苦慮している女性にとって、ムダ毛をどのように処理するのかというのは頭の痛い問題だと言って間違いありません。サロンの脱毛サービスや脱毛クリームなど、数々ある方法を考えに入れるよう心がけましょう。

ムダ毛のセルフケアによる肌トラブルで参っているなら、永久脱毛が効果的です。将来にわたってセルフ処理が必要なくなりますから、肌荒れすることが全くなくなります。

女性からしたら、ムダ毛に関する悩みと言いますのはことのほか大きなものなのです。普通より毛が濃かったり、自己ケアが厄介な部位のムダ毛が気になる方は、脱毛エステにお願いするのが最良の方法です。

「ムダ毛処理するパーツに合わせてアイテムを変える」というのは結構あることです。両腕だったら脱毛クリーム、ビキニゾーンはカミソリでといった感じに、パーツごとに方法を変えるべきです。

脱毛エステを利用するつもりなら、その前に体験談を細かく調べておくことが大事です。1年間定期的に通うのですから、ばっちりリサーチしておくのは基本と言えるでしょう。

中学入学を境にムダ毛に悩む女子が多くなってきます。体毛が他人より濃い場合は、家でケアするよりも脱毛サロンで行なっている脱毛の方が良いと思います。

ムダ毛を取り除く作業は、女子にとってマストなものです。使い勝手の良い脱毛クリームやエステティックサロンなど、料金や肌の調子などと照らし合わせて、それぞれにマッチするものを探し出しましょう。

「家でのお手入れを習慣にしていた結果、肌荒れ状態になって苦しんでいる」のでしたら、実践しているムダ毛のお手入れ方法を一から見直さなければならないと言えます。

たくさんムダ毛がある人は、処理する頻度が多くなるのが一般的ですから、非常にわずらわしいです。カミソリで自己処理するのではなく、脱毛をやってもらえば回数を減らせるので、きっと喜んでもらえると思います。

脱毛につきまして、「恐怖心を覚える」、「痛みに敏感」、「肌がダメージを受けやすい」などの心配がある人は、施術を受ける前に脱毛サロンにおいて十分にカウンセリングを受けた方が賢明です。

さわり心地のよい肌を手に入れたい人は、脱毛専門サロンに行って脱毛するのが最善の方法です。カミソリを駆使した自己ケアでは、お望みの肌を作り上げることは難しいでしょう。

自身で処理するのが困難と言われるVIO脱毛は、この頃非常に注目が集まっています。希望に則した形に調えられること、それをほぼ永続的に保てること、自分で手をかけなくて済むことなど、長所ばかりだと大評判なのです。

最近の脱毛サロンの中には、学割など各種割引サービスメニューなどを提供しているところも存在しているようです。社会人になってからサロン通いをスタートさせるよりも、日時の調整が楽な学生の頃に脱毛する方が何かと重宝します。

しょっちゅう自己処理した末に、肌のザラザラが目立つようになって困惑しているという女の人でも、脱毛サロンで施術し続けると、ぐっと改善されることになります。

It seems almost ridiculous that one single person can have the power to absolutely destroy someone, but that power, given willingly in many cases, is often exchanged between lovers.  Sometimes, rather than exchanged, it is only given, leaving one person that much more vulnerable.  Thus was the case, and was why she was walking along unfamiliar streets in an unfamiliar city.

Despite the late hour, several pedestrians passed and she tried to hide her face, ashamed of the ugly black veins her mascara made as she cried.  It had been hours, but the tears would not stop.

She was so stupid.  Although the warning signs were there, she believed him when he said she was the only one, that his dating profile was still active because he just hadn’t gotten around to deleting it, that the other women she saw him chat with on social media was just harmless flirting and nothing more.  She ignored her doubts and after six months of constant communication, she was ready to give her heart, her body, to another man, and she drove the few hours to finally meet him in person.

Oh, how happy she was when she first saw him, first pressed her lips against his, first felt his arms around her.  The smell of his warm skin, the weight of his body on hers, the moment he slipped inside her- it was thrilling and for the first time in a while she felt loved and protected, calm and complete.

For two days it had been sex, and walks, and naps, and food, and drinks, and more sex, and she couldn’t remember a time in her life when she was so happy to be with another person.

It was all an illusion.

After they had finished making love yet again, she lay naked in the hotel bed, her body still fluid, her smile almost painful, and she reached for his phone.  A playful idea, she thought, snapping a few pictures of herself, something to surprise him after they had parted.  It was after only the first picture that the text came through.

I miss you baby. Where are you?

Her stomach plummeted.  A million excuses ran through her mind in the seconds before she searched through the rest of his messages, but none of them came to fruition.  It was clear from the words she read (words that he had used on her!) that he was a liar.  She wasn’t the only one.  She was one of not even two, but of many.

She screamed, she cried, she ignored his apologies and pleas, and ordered him out.  Then she fell apart.

When her body ached from sobbing, she decided she couldn’t be there anymore, not with the scent of him still clinging to the sheets.  She was in no state to make the long drive home, so she just walked, her heart shattering into more pieces with every step.

She had no idea where she was going, she was just hoping to find a place to hide until she gained enough strength to retrieve her things and go home.  It was getting darker and fear was joining her sadness, and then she saw it.  The neon sign was blurry through her watery eyes, but it called to her, a beacon, a place of refuge.

 

 

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I closed the door and the clicking of the lock drew his attention from the computer screen. Without a word I stalked to his desk slowly, popping a button on my blouse with each step I took. He kept the phone cradled between his ear and shoulder and muttered something, his eyes lighting up as more and more of my black lace bra was exposed.

There was no way I was going to let him get away with that stunt this morning.  Sending me dirty texts while I was meeting with a client? Such a naughty boy.

My panties sat discarded in my own office, and I hiked my skirt up to reveal my thigh-highs and waxed pussy that was practically weeping with arousal now, thanks to reading his words.

He accommodated my intrusion by leaning back in his chair and allowing room for me to set myself on the edge of his desk.

“Tom, I’m going to have to call you back,” he said when I spread my legs and ran a finger over my swollen lips.

I sighed as I teased myself, antagonizing him by spreading the wetness until my cunt gleamed.  When I finally used my fingers to display my swollen pink clit, he groaned and leaned forward.  My stiletto lifted and pushed him back in his chair. He wasn’t allowed to touch me.

Leaving my heel against his shoulder, I lavished my slick pearl with gentle circles, moaning just loudly enough so that no one beyond the oak door could hear.  He pressed against my foot to try to move closer again, but I fought him, delighting in the small groan my pointy heel elicited.

Faster circles, more pressure.  I could feel the ache build, the urge to be filled growing with each swirl. He was practically drooling by the time I pushed two fingers inside and began fucking myself.

I moaned again and whispered how good it felt.  So warm.  So wet.  So swollen and tight.

His cock was desperately begging to be freed.

Drawing my plump lower lip between my teeth, my eyes locked on his and told him I was about to come.

He watched my cunt tighten and release over and over, throbbing, my hips moving just a little throughout my orgasm.

He would have loved to at least lick the juice from my thighs, but I wouldn’t allow that either. I did grant him one favor, however; running my index finger through my slit once more, I reached out and glazed his lips with my cream.

“Don’t forget to call Tom back,” I said with a wink, and then left to finish my workday.

 

 

 

Casual sex doesn’t make you a bad person.  It doesn’t make you a slut either.  As long as you’re an adult and he’s an adult and you’re both willing, it’s a perfectly normal and healthy way for one to relieve stress and have some fun.

At least that was what Sarah was telling herself over and over as she painted herself up in the hotel bathroom mirror.  While she hadn’t convinced herself just yet that she wasn’t doing anything wrong, the cocktail she had mixed from the wet bar was lessening her ability to care.

The mascara wand froze near her left eye and she tilted her head towards the music streaming from her cell phone.  Sarah grinned and turned the volume up as high as it would go.

 

Hey babe, your hair’s alright

Hey babe, let’s go out tonight

You like me, and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

 

The music caused her foot to tap while she applied sticky pink gloss to her lips, and as she made her way from the ensuite, her hips sashayed with the rhythm.

After slipping her feet into a pair of heels that made her at least five inches taller, Sarah took a deep breath and faced herself in the full-length mirror.

If anyone had been walking by the door to Sarah’s room at that moment they might have thought that someone was choking to death on a macadamia nut, for the laugh that erupted from her belly was not her usual lady-like giggle; guffaw was the more appropriate word.

Sarah looked like a whore.  Well, a high class whore anyway, one who could afford a three-hundred-dollar dress, four-hundred-dollar shoes, and a day at the spa that included a hair blowout, manicure, pedicure, massage, body hydration therapy, a collagen mask, and brow grooming (all of which cost more than Sarah wanted to think about again right now, thank you very much).

Oh, let us not forget about the Brazilian wax.  Sarah was reminded of it every time she felt a draft.

Anxiety-riddled adrenalin began to burn through the alcohol in Sarah’s system, and she had to brace herself against a nearby dresser as she let her head fall and gathered some air.

Stop it, she told herself.  Stop it this instant.  She forced herself to look in the mirror again, shoulders squared and now ready for her reflection.

While the halter dress was short, tight, and revealing, it was still obviously expensive and therefore classy.  Even though her normally straight, convenient hair was full of volume and waves, and her eyes were thickly lined in black, she was going out on a Saturday night, and merely looking the part.  And the fact that her hardened nipples were clearly defined in the dress’s fabric- well, Sarah couldn’t think of a justification for that one- but to hell with it.

You’re single. Sarah told herself.  Single!  You’re in another country where no one knows you or your family or your cheatingsonofabitchhusband, so put on your big girl panties and suck it up!

The big girl panties thought made her guffaw once again, as no one would dare describe the skimpy bit of lace covering her waxed- and slightly chilly- area as “big girl panties”.

Sarah downed the rest of her cocktail and forced herself to sashay out of the hotel room.

Hot tramp, I love you so!

The club was a veritable buffet of single people; every inch of it was crawling with men and women, and my god, they were all beautiful.  The women especially, and Sarah hadn’t thought she stood a chance when she first arrived but that quickly changed when as soon as found a spot near the bar, several gentlemen offered to buy her a drink.  Wanting to pace herself, Sarah declined all of them, purchased her own drink, and nursed it while she watched and waited for him.

She didn’t know who “him” was, but she knew she would know when she spotted him.  Not about to waste the one night she was allowing herself to be… unscrupulous… on just average, Sarah was on the prowl for a man with particular features, ones that would fit her every fantasy.  And then there he was.

Many believe that the tall, dark, and handsome type only exist in movies, but that isn’t so.  You just have to know where to look for them.

Tall?  He was at least six feet of strapping male.

Dark?  His skin was the type of golden that only came from living somewhere close to the Mediterranean, and his hair and eyes screamed, “Si, I am Latin.”

Handsome?  The man looked like geneticists had spliced the DNA of Christian Bale with Javier Bardem.

Sarah was staring, gawking really, and then she noticed that he was staring right back.

Her first reaction was to lower her eyes and blush, but she commanded herself to hold his gaze and give him her best come hither look.

You aren’t Sarah tonight, she told herself, you aren’t the conservative wife of an investment broker, or the PTA president, you’re…you’re…

Fuck, why hadn’t she thought of a fake name?

“And what might your name be?”

Christavier had made his way over to Sarah during her internal pep-talk and was now smiling a mere two inches away from Sarah and her nipples.

“Rebel,” she croaked and then cleared her throat and repeated.  “Rebel.”

Mental high-five for that one, Sarah.

“Hello, Rebel,” he said in a gritty, thickly accented voice.  “I am Gerard.”

People who were watching Sarah and Gerard- and many were- assumed they were lovers.  They certainly moved on the dance floor like they were, their hips pressed closely together, their hands roaming to the piercing beat of the music.  Sarah, now three drinks down, was gleefully lost in the haze of lust and booze, and she didn’t bother to think about what she was doing, only that she was having a good time.  The thrill of more was promised when she turned her body and pressed the curve of her ass against Gerard.  He was as turned on as she was.  As only a brazen rebel would, she continued to move her hips, and when Gerard’s arms wound around her from behind, she encouraged his roaming hands with her own.

A cool, sobering piece of metal grazed along the fingers of Sarah’s left hand.  Her eyes went from half closed to full alert and she brought Gerard’s left hand close to her face to be sure.

Yes, he was wearing a wedding ring.

Sarah spun to face him, accusations perched on her tongue, but before a nasty word could be spoken she was turned back around and Gerard spoke into her ear.

“That’s my wife over there.” He gestured towards a blonde woman sitting alone.  “She likes to watch.”

 

Did you know that while uncommon in the United States, establishments in Europe, such as the one Sarah was patronizing, catered to the private needs of its guests for a small fee?  The room was not large, but it was cozy and clean, dimly lit, and the music from downstairs was fed quietly through speakers in the ceiling.

Gerard’s wife, who was even more gorgeous than her husband, did not seem to speak English, but had a friendly air about her.  Sarah did not feel completely at ease, but as she sipped champagne, the tension in her shoulders lessened.

A slower song began to play and Gerard’s wife spoke.

“She wants us to dance some more,” he translated.

This time they danced facing each other, but their bodies were close just as they had been in public.  From over Gerard’s shoulder, Sarah watched his wife remove her shoes and get comfortable on a chaise.

Smooth fingertips played at the skin just below the hem of Sarah’s dress and then slipped beneath.  A small gasp escaped her when those same fingertips dug into the flesh of her bottom and pulled so that Gerard’s hardened cock pressed right between her thighs.  She felt the last of the nervousness leave her body when warm lips pressed against the skin of her neck and Sarah gasped again as she felt her clit throb.

She was lifted from the ground and for the short distance to the settee, her legs wrapped tightly around a trim waist and she opened her mouth against Gerard’s, their tongues taking over the dance they had started.

Sarah wasn’t thinking about her expensive dress when the low neckline was pulled away and she felt teeth close around her bare nipple.  A gentle bite that was replaced with the warm wet sensation of a flicking tongue had her aching and while she wished to press her thighs together, Gerard was stationed between them.  As he continued to pay homage to her breasts, first the left and then the right, his hands worked on hiking her dress up and her panties off.

Foreign words were spoken and Sarah was reminded that they weren’t alone.  Through hooded eyes she glanced at their voyeur, now reclining with her legs spread and a hand inside her panties.  Rather than self-conscious, Sarah felt exhilarated and she moaned while Gerard kissed up the inside of her left thigh and his wife touched herself.

The lips of her sex were traced with the pointed tip of Gerard’s tongue and Sarah heard his wife speaking to him again- soft words that Sarah couldn’t understand but she thought maybe they were instructions, telling him what to do and how to do it.

His tongue split her, licking up the length of her slit and she cried out, Gerard groaning as he got his first real taste of her.  His tongue drew lazy circles around her clit and then he snaked his arms beneath her knees and yanked her closer so that he could properly suck on the swollen nub.  Though it was not an easy feat, Sarah’s clouded eyes stayed open so that she could continue to watch their audience of one.  The blonde’s hips were rolling in time to the music as she continued to finger herself, her breathing just as labored as Sarah’s.

Never before had Sarah touched herself during sex, and so she was a bit surprised that the hands pulling and twisting her nipples were her own.

You aren’t Sarah tonight, she thought to herself, you’re Rebel, and Rebel fondles her tits while a man eats her pussy and his wife watches.  The thought elicited a laugh, much to the amusement of her foreign friends.

Just as her cunt was beginning to weep with the need to be filled, Gerard pressed two of his fingers inside and glided in and out slowly, smoothly, as his tongue kept at her clit at a more furious rate.  Sarah could feel the tightness begin to pull at her insides and she let her head fall back.  While she could no longer see Gerard’s wife, she could hear her soft moans mixed in with her own and they both grew louder as both of them approached orgasm.  Sarah felt her own hips begin to move and without shame she grinded her cunt against Gerard’s face, right there in front of his wife, and fuck, that was so fucking hot, and just as Sarah started to come Gerard sucked her clit between his lips once again and slipped a third finger inside her, stretching her pulsating cunt.  Sarah was usually quiet when she came, but not Rebel.  Rebel cried out each time her body spasmed and bucked, and when the orgasm didn’t stop right away she moaned the word “fuck” repeatedly.  And through the euphoric fog, she could hear Gerard’s wife coming along with her, making the orgasm that much more intense; that much more pleasurable.

 

The lobby of the hotel was mostly empty at two a.m., but every pair of eyes of those who remained were on the American woman who walked across the tiled floor alone.  Normally Sarah would have been mortified, for those who saw her knew what she had been up to, but not tonight.  Rebel strutted towards the elevators, a smirk on her lips.  As she took in her reflection in the mirrored doors- her disheveled hair, her smudged makeup, her unkempt clothes- she sang quietly to herself.

 

Rebel Rebel, you’ve torn your dress

Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess,

Rebel Rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so!

 

 

 

 

It was a mistake, I swear.  I didn’t mean for Melissa to see the picture; I had honestly forgotten that just this weekend Max had sent it to me. So when she asked to look at the photos of the apartment we had been commissioned to redesign, I handed my phone over without a second thought.

She scrolled without saying a word until she came upon that picture.  I heard her gasp and my eyes flew to her direction.  As soon as I saw her face I knew what she was looking at: my boyfriend’s rigid cock.  He had been away for work over the weekend and in the middle of phone sex, he sent the picture.  It was a good one too, cock thick and hard, his hand wrapped tightly around it, the tip glazed with just a little bit of wetness.

I snatched my phone from Melissa, my cheeks on fire, my brain and tongue battling over which words to say first, until I registered her reaction.  Melissa’s face didn’t show disgust, or embarrassment, or even judgement, she looked…impressed?

Melissa, who tried to one-up me at every opportunity, who always made sure she was the center of attention at meetings, who thought she was my boss since she was older and had been with the company for only six more months than I, was possibly even jealous?  She stuck her jaw out and cleared her throat.

Oh yes, she was jealous.

“Wow, Jenna,” she said, her eyebrows high and lips pouted.  “Nice.”

She threw me half a smirk and walked out of the room.

I laughed out loud.

I felt powerful.  I felt vindicated.  I felt like I wanted to run after her and shout, “That’s right, all eight inches belong to me, bitch!”

And that last fact, that Max’s cock was mine and Melissa wanted it?  It turned me on.

 

I rushed home from work that night, the high from the Melissa encounter still making me buzz.  As soon as I saw him I attacked.  Slamming him against the kitchen wall, I pressed my body hard against his and tore his shirt from the waist of his pants.  I gripped his dick through the woolen fabric and moaned into his mouth when I felt him grow hard beneath my fingers.

He laughed, “What has gotten into you?”

As I unbuttoned him and reached inside I told him, “I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock all day.”

Dropping to my knees, I had his pants and underwear down in one quick yank, and went right to work.  I pulled him between my lips and took all eight inches of him inside, gagging just slightly as he hit the back of my throat.  His cock slid wetly in and out of my mouth, and I am not ashamed to admit that the thought of Melissa was still very fresh in my mind.  The idea of her wanting what was mine, possibly even watching me suck his cock, turned me on even more.

An idea had me stop what I was doing, but before Max could protest, I reached into my purse that had been lain discarded at our feet and withdrew my phone.  Max didn’t need to be told what to do when I handed it to him.

I went back to sucking him, the clicking sound of the camera mixed with Max’s groans music to my ears.  I did my best to give him some great porn star shots.  Gripping him in my hand, I swirled my tongue around the tip and then puckered up so that my lips wrapped around the head of his cock.  I sucked him all the way in again and looked up at him through my long eyelashes.  He threaded his fingers in my hair and pulled it out of the way to get a view from the side.

After several photos, Max tossed the phone aside and went back to enjoying the attention I was giving him and I went back to focusing on pleasing him rather than posing for the camera.  My lips vibrated each time I moaned around his dick and one hand wrapped around him to follow my mouth up and down his shaft.  The other hand cupped gently around his balls, rolling them easily until I felt them tighten.  His hips moved in little thrusts as he started to fuck my mouth.

Max exploded with a raspy groan and I kept my lips tight around him, my tongue massaging him as I swallowed his warm, salty-sweet come.  He stroked my hair and I caressed his thighs while he rested against the wall and panted.

As he led to the bedroom moments later, Max’s thoughts were on returning the favor, I’m sure, and then fucking me.  Mine were on how I was going to “accidentally” let Melissa see the new photos we had taken.

 

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She smelled like vanilla and pine.

No, not pine.  Not quite so woodsy, but a little more potent.

Rosemary.

She smelled like vanilla and rosemary.

It was the scent of her that caught his attention at first.  As he bent over the scarred, green felt of the pool table, his nostrils flared and he looked over his shoulder to watch a fine ass in a pair of tight jeans walk away.

He knew everyone in town.  He didn’t know her.

Although he was about to beat Dex in a game of 8 Ball, he dropped his cue and followed the trail of vanilla and pine to the door of the ladies’ room, a litany of angry words behind him.

When she exited, he blocked her way and studied her face.

Tanned, creamy skin.

High cheek bones.

Wide green eyes, framed by thick lashes that were as black as her long hair.

Enchanting.

“Why don’t I know you?”

She seemed startled by his intrusion but not fearful.

“I’m just passing through,” she said.  Her voice was liquid sugar.  It warmed his insides like a shot of whiskey.

“Where are you from?”

“Far away from here.”

“What’s your name?”

“Luciana.”

“What do you sound like when you come?”

Her eyes caught fire and the corners of her red mouth turned up.

She tried to move away but he grabbed her, not painfully, but with force, and spun her so that her back was pressed against the paneled wall.

She laughed and he kissed her.

He kissed her hard and fast so that he needed to take in a sharp breath through his nose, and that vanilla and rosemary fusion filled him.  He could feel it soaking through his skin, he could taste it on his lips and tongue, and damn, he would taste her for weeks after, he was certain.

She let him taste her forever it seemed.

Long, slow sweeps of his tongue against hers, backing off to suck on her bottom lip, and then diving in for more.

He could focus on nothing but her and the sound of the jukebox click as it switched to a new song.

 

Raven hair and ruby lips, sparks fly from her finger tips

Though his cock was uncomfortably hard, the thought of fucking her hadn’t even occurred to him.  This was all about her, and for some strange reason, he suddenly felt as if his one sole purpose in life was to make Luciana come.

He knew she wouldn’t resist when he popped the button on her jeans and pulled on the zipper.  The skin of his fingers met the soft, bristly hair beneath her pants – of course she wasn’t wearing panties – and then he cleaved her, pressing between the warm folds to find her slippery, swollen clit.  How delighted he was to find that her pussy was already wet.

He watched her lips part just slightly as he moved his index finger in little circles.  Her breath started to come in short pants and her eyelids drooped just a little.  He added another finger and moved his hand so that her clit slid easily between the two, moving back and forth at an unhurried pace, just watching her as he felt his hand become coated in more of her cream.

 

Woo hoo, witchy woman, she got the moon in her eye.

She started to move her hips and so he pressed two fingers inside of her.  So warm; so wet.  The scent of vanilla and rosemary was overpowering; he wouldn’t have been surprised to look away and discover they were standing in a botanical garden.

He fucked her with his hand, still with no rush, in and out, leisurely.  Her lips drew further apart and she pulled quick breaths through clenched teeth.  Her eyes, now mostly closed, were still on fire.

Writhing now, she was riding his hand, making sure his palm hit her in just the right spot, and then she gripped his wrist.  Small sighs escaped from her throat. He buried his face in her hair so that her mouth was just beside his ear, and he curled his fingers deep inside her.  In the core of his bones, he felt euphoric at the sound of her orgasm, the warm whiskey feeling spreading once again.  She moaned in that sweet voice while her cunt squeezed his fingers over, and over, and over again.

He was in sort of a trance as she buttoned up and combed a few fingers through her hair.  His cheek felt singed where she touched him as she pressed her red lips to his in farewell.

Feeling almost weightless, he watched her walk away until his eyes burned.

 

Woo hoo, witchy woman, see how high she flies.

 

 

 

 

Glenn Frey 1948-2016

 

Martin placed the joint delicately between his lips and lit it, pulling quick breaths until a thick, pungent cloud surrounded his head.  Leaning his head back to rest on the pillows of the sofa, he caught his wife looking out the front room window for the umpteenth time.

“She’ll be here, Cass, stop worrying,” he told her.

His buxom wife turned towards him and grinned.

“I’m nervous,” she said.

“I know, me too.  Hence, this,” he said, offering the joint to her.

“No.  Yes.  No.  Oh, fuck it, yes.”  Cassie shuffled her bare feet to him and drew from the joint, holing it in before exhaling with a loud sigh.  She took one more hit and then passed it back to her husband.  Martin pulled her to sit at his side.

“Do you want to back out?” he asked.

“No, not at all,” she answered, and it was the truth.

Martin and Cassie had discussed the idea of a threesome since before they married.  They played it out in their minds, shared the fantasy of having another woman in bed with them, and then for their three-year anniversary, they decided to go through with it.  Paula, Cassie’s friend from the gym, seemed like the natural choice.  She was single, outgoing, and was open when the matter of sex came up between the two ladies.  So last week, Martin and Cassie took her out for coffee and proposed the idea.  Paula, to their delight, accepted.

The pot started to work on Cassie’s nerves and she relaxed a bit and melted into her husband’s side.  “Do you want to back out?” she asked him.

“Not even a little,” Martin said, and leaned down to kiss his wife’s pouty lips.  As his tongue caressed hers, the image of Paula doing the same played with him.  His curvaceous wife, with her generous breasts, and wavy dark hair, naked and in bed with Paula, who was petite, with wild red, curly hair?  He felt the arousal and anticipation surge.

A quick knock on their door and then it opened.

“Hey there!” Paula was smiling and obviously at ease.  She left her boots by the door and, looking casual in leggings and a sweater, pulled a bottle of tequila from her bag.  “Who wants a shot?”

“Cheers,” they all toasted, and emptied their glasses.  Paula poured a second round.

“One more for good luck,” she said and they clinked again.

Martin was about to ask some mundane question to break the ice but before he could utter a word, Paula grabbed his wife’s head with both hands and pulled her into a kiss.

Cassie’s face showed surprise at first, but as the kiss deepened and both ladies’ mouths opened, her eyes closed and one hand reached out to take her husband’s.  Paula kissed her slowly and she didn’t know if it was the pot or the tequila, but Cassie found herself relaxed and so turned on, her body was practically buzzing.

Martin took both of their hands and led them to the bedroom.  Paula removed her sweater to reveal a red lacy bra which she unhooked and dropped unceremoniously to the floor.  Her breasts were small, no more than a handful, but perky.  With timid fingers, Cassie reached out and began to fondle the dark, pointed nipples.

Paula covered Cassie’s hand with her own, encouraging her to use more pressure as she squeezed her breast and tweaked her nipples.  When she was sure Cassie was confident enough to move on her own, she kissed her again, both of their tongues sneaking out and swirling together.

A quiet groan alerted them to the fact that Martin was eager to join, and Cassie motioned for her husband to come closer.  As she kissed him, Paula began sucking on his neck and ran one of her hand’s down the bulge in the front of his jeans.  He pulled them closer to him and gripped Paula’s ass and slid one hand up his wife’s skirt, pleased to find that her panties were soaked through.

One of the women- Martin wasn’t sure who- pulled his shirt off, and then he felt the button of his jeans pop open.  Two hands worked together to free his cock and then while Paula moved behind Cassie to expose her breasts, his wife began stroking him.  He pulled back to watch as Cassie’s breasts were pushed and squeezed together by a pair of feminine hands, and moaned at the sight.  Even hotter than watching them kiss.

Cassie kept stroking her husband’s cock, not stopping even when Paula pulled her earlobe between her teeth, nor when her skirt was pushed to her ankles.  But when she felt a hand, her husband’s, slide beneath the cotton of her panties and find her throbbing clit, she almost lost her balance.  Her redheaded friend supported her from behind though, and she relaxed against her and let the both of them tease and taunt her body.

Moaning and sighing, Cassie concentrated on the smooth, delicate fingers toying with her nipples, the soft skin of Paula’s face as she moved her lips and tongue over her neck and shoulders, and Martin’s larger, stronger hand between her legs, fingering her so slowly she was sure to go mad.  Finally, her husband pushed two fingers inside her cunt, and as he pumped her, Paula removed one hand from Cassie’s breast to help Martin massage her clit.  Just on the brink of coming, Paula, in her sweet voice, whispered, “Come for us, baby,” and Cassie did, groaning out, “Oh, fuck,” while she shook in both sets of arms.

While Cassie took a moment to regain some strength by sitting on the bed, Paula wasted no time in continuing their party.  She dropped to her knees in front of Martin, and looked to Cassie over her shoulder.

“May I suck your husband’s cock?” she asked with a wicked smile.  Cassie nodded.

From her place on the bed, she watched Paula playfully lick the tip of Martin’s cock, toying with him with flicks of her tongue, and then swallowing the entire length and sucking until Martin’s eyes rolled.  Seeing Paula’s plump, red lips around her husband’s dick had Cassie aching again, and she could feel the desire dripping down her thighs.  Noticing her husband’s gaze on her, she winked, licked her lips, and then pulled her panties off.  Her legs spread open and she began to touch herself.

Martin didn’t know how much longer he would last.  He was surprised he hadn’t blown it, so to speak, when both he and Paula had coaxed an orgasm from his wife, but now with Paula on her knees in front of him, and his wife touching herself while she watched another woman suck him off…well, it was overwhelming to say the least.  As if she could sense Martin was trying to hold off, Paula, released him from her lips with a loud pop, and turned to his wife.

“Join me,” she said and offered her hand to Cassie.

Martin had to force himself to look away.  Both women at his feet, two tongues lavishing his cock with attention, two sets of lips kissing his shaft, and caressing his balls, it was like a fucking dream come true.  His deep groans filled the room, and when he couldn’t bear to look away any longer, he glanced down and saw two sets of eyes, his wife’s large round hazel, and Paula’s deep green almond shaped, looking up at him.  He couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ah, fuck,” he cried, and gripped his cock as it spurt hot come into two eager, waiting mouths.

The threesome made their way to the bed, and Cassie found herself on her back with Paula crawling between her spread legs.  Her brain was too clouded with pot, booze, and euphoria, and so she showed no reluctance to having her pussy eaten by another woman.  She did flinch just a bit when Paula’s tongue flicked her clit, but that was only because she was still very sensitive from her earlier orgasm.  Her body acclimated to the touch though, and soon she was writhing on the duvet, her fingers tight in Paula’s red curls.

Martin started this round at his wife’s side on the bed, sucking and biting her nipples, until he realized their guest had not gotten much attention.  He kissed Cassie’s lips, and then left her side to stand at the foot of the bed, behind Paula.  He watched her tongue split his wife’s slit as his hands pulled her leggings off.  She wore a red lacy thong that matched the bra she had on earlier, and palmed her ass with one hand and slipped the other between her legs.  She moaned as he teased her over her panties.  When he slipped a finger beneath them to feel how wet her pussy was, his flaccid cock twitched and started to grow hard again.

Paula hummed and moaned while Martin fingered her, and Cassie’s back bowed when she felt the vibrations against her clit.  So help her, if she came again, she was sure she would go unconscious.  She didn’t stop Paula, however.  It felt too fucking good.  While it was different from having a man go down on her, it was a good kind of different, better maybe.  All she knew was that she wanted Paula to keep moaning against her cunt.  She locked eyes with Martin, encouraging him to do more.

As he pumped his fingers in and out of Paula’s cunt, Martin stroked himself with his other hand, waiting until his cock was hard enough.  As soon as he was fully erect again, he moved his hand away and thrust himself inside.  Ah fuck, she was swollen, and so wet around his dick.  His fingers dug into her fleshy ass and he fucked the woman who was now sucking on his wife’s clit.  Martin thought for their first threesome, they were doing splendidly.

All three of their voices rang out, Martin’s guttural manly grunts, and the softer, high pitched cries of the ladies, in unison with each thrust of Martin’s hips.  When his hand moved to find Paula’s clit and he began to masturbate her while fucking her, her head reared up from between Cassie’s thighs and her moans grew louder than the others’.  Cassie scooted herself down on the bed until her mouth could reach Paula’s breasts, and then she took her left nipple between her lips and sucked hard.  Martin could feel Paula’s cunt tighten around him as she orgasmed.

Watching her husband make another woman come had Cassie frantic with a combination of desire and possessiveness.  While not jealous, Martin’s cock belonged to her and she wanted it now.  With Paula now taking a moment to recover, Cassie yanked her husband back onto the bed, and straddled him.  Without any teasing or hesitance, she took him inside and began to ride him.  She was aggressive, her hips bucking fast and hard, his cock deep inside her.

Paula’s warm body suddenly pressed against Cassie’s back, and she could feel her nipples being rolled and pulled again, gently now though, and she slowed her movements to match those of Paula’s hands.  She fucked her husband steadily now, her hips moving in small circles, pressing down harder with each revolution.  She felt her clit being manipulated again, and she let her head fall back, Paula taking advantage and pressing their lips together.  A few more movements and she came again, more intensely than the first time, but somehow more gently, too.  She heard Martin cry out and felt him fill her, and then, without knowing how, she was tucked into her husband’s side, breathless, boneless, and tired.

Martin, who was silently proclaiming himself King of the World, had two naked beauties on either side of him, and the wide grin on his face was beginning to make his cheeks ache.

Paula, who had guest starred in threesomes once or twice before this, was certain this was the best she’d ever had.

And while all three of them began to doze, they all were hoping to do it again, very soon.

 

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Dickfest 2016 – the competition begins!

Some people think about dick pic contests and say “Why?”, L. Maretta and Oleander Plume think about dick pic contests and say “Why not?” How we came up with the idea is a mystery, but trust us, there was liquor involved. Is this a ploy to see some naked photos? Pretty much, but we are not ashamed, and you shouldn’t be either. This is about pride, about self acceptance, but most of all, this is about FUN!

Show us your dicks! Your schlong, hammer, meat stick, cock, one eyed Willy, baloney pony, johnson, penis, pecker, dong, whatever you call it – take a photo! We don’t care what it looks like, either. Big, small, shaved, hairy, thick, thin, crooked, cut, uncut, silicone, or even knitted – we want to see! Have a name for it? Tell us all about Little Elvis, Peter, Dopey, Winky, Lucky, Pinky, Lois Lane, or Superman, but most important – photograph that rascal!

**(Hi! Oleander here, sorry to interrupt, just wanted to clarify. Dickfest is a photo contest. Your photo is up for judging, not you or your body. Look down. See your body? It’s gorgeous. Also, please remember, this contest is for everyone aged 18 – 118. Lesbian, Gay, Bi, Trans, Questioning, Straight, GenderQueer and Gender Fluid {if I missed anyone, please let me know}. You, dear human are welcome to join in the fun.)**

Official Rules for Dickfest 2016

All entrants must be 18 years of age or older. By submitting a photo, you are confirming that you are at least 18 years of age.
Photos can be submitted between Monday, January 11, and Monday, January 25.
You can submit a photo via email or through a DM on Twitter. Submissions can be made to either @LMaretta (lmarettabooks@gmail.com) or @OleanderPlume (oleanderplume@gmail.com).
Please make sure that you indicate if you want your name to be used or if you wish to remain anonymous. We promise, we will not share your identity if you don’t want us to! Using a fake name (i.e., Glamour Cock, Hugh G. Reaction, Captain Howdy) is okay, too!
You must also indicate which category your photo is being submitted under. (see below)
Multiple submissions are okay! Hey, why not enter one for each category? Do it!
All submissions will be showcased on poisonpendirtymind.com beginning February 1. Anyone 18 years of age or older may vote on their favorite dick pic.
Winners will be picked based on the numbers of votes received. Voting (via PollDaddy, or in this case PoleDaddy) will begin on February 1 and end February 13. Winners will be announced on February 14.
**(Hi! Oleander again. Just wanted you to know, when L. and I put the idea out there, A LOT of people offered to help us judge the photos. We thought using PollDaddy would be a great way for more people to get involved. Okay, thanks, no more interruptions!)

The Categories

Best Use of a Prop(s): L and Oleander love to encourage creativity, so, you wanna Bedazzle your dick (or strap-on harness)? Go for it! Have a favorite stuffed monkey you want to include in the fun? Awesome! Anything goes in our contest, as long as it’s safe and legal!
Best Inclusion of HandPorn: A cock is a beautiful thing. A hand around/near a cock, and YEOWZA! So hold it, stroke it, caress it, stretch it, cup it, cradle it, give it a high five! We wanna see some sexy hands, too!
Best use of light/filters: Because it’s not just a dick pic, it’s fucking art! And you know you always wondered what your dick looks like in Sepia.

The prizes!

There will be one grand prize winner who will have the distinguished title of BEST DICK PIC OF DICKFEST 2016, and then one runner-up per category.

Grand Prizes

A vibrating cock ring from Toys 4 Couples valued at $40!
An ebook copy of both Bases Loaded and Tie Me Up courtesy of F. Leonora Solomon!
Boasting rights, along with a personalized banner for you to wave on your blog and/or Twitter.

Three Runner-Ups (Best of Each Category)

Each runner up will receive one of the following (winners choice):

A personalized, signed copy of Saints and Sinners by L. Maretta and a personalized signed copy of Chemical Sex by Oleander Plume*
An e-copy of the aforementioned books
Your own personalized erotic story, written by L and O. You pick the characters, the scenario, the setting, etc., and we do the rest!

(*Shipping is limited to certain regions.)

Disclaimer- L and O reserve the right to deny any submissions that we believe are inappropriate or just bad taste. Photos promoting any type of violence will be rejected.