Stories of My Bi Journey
 
This is a collection of my experiences starting as a Bi curious woman and then declaring myself to be Bi. The stories now are of my Bi Journey, with lovers both Bi and Lesbian, and includes stories of the Bi/Lesbian party group I am a member of and the parties I attend.
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BDSM PICTURES
Posted:Feb 15, 2022 8:33 am
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2022 5:56 pm
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We have included pictures on both of our stories and yes they are from the internet but we don't remove the site info. As well they are free public pictures that can be copied and used by anyone for anything. There were also pictures of Sandra which I have used in another story without issue. There was also two other pictures of her which have been used in other stories about her and I.

I apologize. I think you would have enjoyed them as they were from Sandra's and my collection of Bi/Lesbian BDSM pictures.
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My Foray into BDSM! Part 2 of 4.
Posted:Feb 14, 2022 1:55 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2022 6:27 pm
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I finally arrive at Sandra’s house unknowing what this evening is going to hold. Sandra had said it would be totally up to her Mistress, Miss Bev, if she would permit me to become a new student in learning the art and techniques of BDSM or if it would be taken further and for me to become a new submissive to Miss Bev and a sister submissive to Sandra. To be honest Sandra has repeatedly told me she does not believe this is a lifestyle that I should pursue. She has also told me that she likes me just as I am which of course, for any of you that do not know, we both are Bi-sexual leaning strongly to women!

The one thing that I did know was that Sandra would look killer tonight no matter what. She is gorgeous with the most amassing facial features, she is flawless, balanced between all her features, a picture of perfection, a heavenly angelic appearance with a devilish glint in her eyes and an uplift to the corner of her mouth. Oh…, that mouth…, fuck…, I want to dwell between her lips and in her mouth, they are so soft with an undeniable richness of taste. I want to trace over her lips with my tongue and slide it inside her mouth to touch her teeth, to explore her mouth, the walls, the roof, within her lips between her teeth, both lower and up lips, I want to dance with her tongue, dart at it, play with it and to lick and suck her saliva from her. I want to relish in the taste of her knowing it is only an appetizer to the many flavors of her body, a total cornucopia of rich, delectable flavors! The taste of her from head to toes is unimaginable, it must be experienced, and once experienced it will be undeniable and a constant desire. I have been starved without it, my body craves it, I have become a wasteland without it and want nothing more than to replenish my own nourishment in her. Well maybe something more. I do want to experience Miss Bev and the pleasures that Sandra has at her sexual dominance.

OMG…, when Sandra opens the door I all most orgasm! She has exceeded any former revelation of sexiness. I find myself to be immediately weak in the knees, they quiver, almost buckling! The light shown around her, glistens, creating a halo effect, making her appear mystical, angelic. As my eyes scan her body my temperature elevates. I feel sweat build upon my brow, my heartbeat quickens, and yet my nipples harden, they rise protruding through the material of my blouse, and…, fuck…, my pussy begins to flow. It is not moist…, it is flowing in response to an inner desire to have Sandra…, to eat her…, to fuck her! In that angelic explosion of light…, Sandra is the embodiment of a ravenous temptress dressed to entice, command, and seduce anyone who will see her, not unlike the reaction to the heavenly voices of the sirens that lured seafaring journeyers from their own desires. She was dressed in a see-through sheer black blouse that displayed her gorgeous breast while exposing her erect nipples casting a shadow over them giving them a darkened appearance causing me and I am sure anyone else a need to taste them. Just above the band of a skirt of the same material I could make out the curvature of her navel just another playground of delight for my tongue and taste buds. However, it was that skirt, the see-through sheer black material I could clearly see Sandra’s pussy, the black straps of her garter belt and banded top of her sheer stockings, her gorgeous legs and feet are encapsuled in black leather five-inch spiked heels, thigh high boots. Her accessory…, a 30” black leather riding crop with a tress or leather tongue at the end. I am overcome by her boldness, her power, her courageous behavior, her self-confident demeanor…, she is a walking mind fuck and in total control.

When I am close enough…, she grabs my blouse, pulls me into her, and kisses me full on my mouth, her tongue piercing my lips, filling my mouth…, fuck…, weak knees again, pussy flowing! I question if I’ve made the right decision about BDSM…, I mean can I get thought this night if we are to do it. If Sandra has this much control over me…, what am in for giving someone total control. She breaks my thoughts telling me that we have to dress me for the evening, and she takes my hand pulling me into her house and down her hallway.

I mentioned that I was excited…, well…, Sandra’s was off the charts but one of the things that I admire about her is her ability to control situations and she was in control. Do not ever think that Sandra is not a powerful woman and it only makes her so much more attractive. Within minutes she had picked an outfit for me which was very similar to her outfit, but the opposite …, white sheer opaque blouse, matching skirt that barely covered my ass and pussy, with white sheer opaque stockings, white garter belt, and white five-inch spiked heels but not boots…, oh, and she gave me…, white panties. Which I laughed at the idea of wearing panties as I have not for at least the past three years. I like the freedom, the coolness of my wet lips against fresh air…, it actually places me in a state of continual wetness. At my laughter Sandra said…, Well fuck then…, you can put your tits, nipples, pussy and ass on display for everyone just like me! It was now a command! I was ready to except it…, to please her! Then trepidation started to set in, again a question of what have I gotten myself into, can I go thought with this, and in honesty I don’t even know if I’ll be going through anything. I don’t know if Sandra’s Mistress wants anything to do with me! All I know is that it appears that Sandra and I will be on display in these outfits. FUCK…, I’ve never done this! Sandra has…, I’ve seen a picture of her walking down the street, confident, proud, in an outfit that showed her gorgeous body to everyone that walked by her…, OH FUCK…, can I do this!

When I am finished dressing…, with Sandra still holding the panties, she walks over to me and pulls me into her. She kisses me pressing her tongue into my mouth while her hands search over my body, playing with my full firm breast, pinching my nipples soliciting them to harden even more. All I can think is how good her playful hands feel against the material and how horny I am getting. Then I feel Sandra’s hands slide between my legs her fingers probing my pussy. When she feels how wet I am she suppress her giggles. She breaks away! Falling back laughing, she tells me what a fucking slut I am but smiling the whole time…, she makes me feel so comfortable, so safe…!

She then tells me we will be going downtown. To the busiest part of town where there are night clubs, restaurants and business still open. She tells me that we will walk for almost three blocks from where we park to Miss Bev’s townhouse. We will be walking with, amongst, and through businesspeople, shoppers, revelers, parties, women and men, whom I assure you will notice our near nakedness. Since you rejected my offer of partiers…, they will be able to see all of you, your awesome tits, erect nipples, and your sweet, horny pussy and if anyone should take a peek back, they will see you ass. Miss Bev has agreed to guide you in the pleasures of light BDSM tonight.

Somewhat disappointed, I thought more readers would be interested in BDSM and leave a comment. Was hopeful of entering into some discussions with readers about their experiences, the mind control, the empowerment, and whatever the reader wanted to share but I guess we, Sandra and I, were wrong. Maybe there just isn't that many people into BDSM. If you please leave a comment.

KISSES & LICKS, Shelly.
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My Foray into BDSM, Part 1 of 4.
Posted:Feb 4, 2022 9:20 am
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2022 1:29 pm
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For several months Sandra and I have been discussing all sorts of things but one of the main topics has been about BDSM, her being a sub, her mistress, and her sister subs to her mistress. I’ve learned a lot about BDSM and out of my own curiosity have even taken an online test to understand what my tendencies would be if I decided to pursue this behavior and lifestyle.

You, my followers of my Bi Journey, may remember that Emily introduced me to the light bondage aspect of BDSM. On several occasions she spread me across the bed tying me to the corners of the bed, spreading my arms wide, stretching my arm pits, binding my wrist to the bed post, resulting in tightening my upper torso, arching my back in the middle bending my sides to the outer reaches of the bed, and causing my tits to lift upwards, my nipples dark, hard, erect, and primed for play. My legs would be spread in a V shape, my feet pulled toward the foot bed post and tied to the post, my groin would be stretched, tightening the muscles and if pulled too forcibly could cause pain or even a tear. The position that opened me the most exposing both my pussy and asshole was the one I enjoyed the most but also was or is the one that stretched me out the most. That position was when Emily would pull my feet forward towards my outstretched arms, hands, and tie them to the head post of the bed. It would pitch my pussy and ass forward, opening my pussy, and stretching my puckered little asshole. My feet if pulled forward far enough would result in my toes bending against the mattress causing me to rise even further. In these position Emily and our girlfriends could do anything they wanted to me. I was at their total mercy for their pleasuring of my orifices, all my holes, my pussy, my ass, and/or my mouth for their own enjoyment and for my pleasure. The oral sex was amazing! The fucking of my ass with butt plugs, dildos, and vibrators was incredible, especially if Paula was the perpetrator of my ass fucking. She enjoyed using varying sizes of plugs, dildos, and vibrators while being a perfectionist at temp and speed. She was every bit a perfectionist fucking my pussy simultaneously as my asshole with varying sizes of dildos and vibrators. Many times…, she made me feel as if my pussy and asshole were going to explode with how full and spread, they were together and FUCK…, her tempo, speed, and endless assault always pushed me over the edge to complete and total body orgasms.

Sandra while a sub has become my educator of my first foray into a more advanced BDSM experience, the time for talking about it was over. I was eager, overwhelmingly excided at this evening’s possible events even thought I really had very little understanding of the things that I was about to experience. We had agreed to meet between the cities we lived in as Sandra lives in southern Oregon and I in south central Oregon. I had told her that my planned moved to New Mexico was finally going to happen within the next few weeks and I wanted to start this new avenue in my Bi Journey, and I wanted her to be the one that led me on this part of my Journey. I knew it would be difficult for her as her nature is to be submissive, but I was confident that she, if needed could get help from her mistress. I was and am totally confident in Sandra trusting her completely which is an important element of experiencing BDSM. I am confident that nothing like the events that took place between Emily and I will happen with Sandra. Those events with Emily had left a scar and I am somewhat surprised that I am willing to take this step, but Sandra is unique, and I cannot wait to experience what she has shared with me about her lifestyle, the excitement and enjoyment of new adventures, and the wiliness to learn about oneself through experimentation.

Sandra texted me changing the meet. Under the circumstances she felt it would be better for us to meet at her home in southern Oregon. This would permit us to meet at her mistress home. She has a dungeon set up in her home were Sandra and her sister submissivies meet and enjoy the multiple features of their mistress’ exceptional sexual furniture. She did not go into detail in respect to the BDSM equipment that her mistress has in her dungeon but for one item…, a St Andrews Cross. Sandra said that she felt this was a must piece of equipment for any newbie to BDSM. She also informed me that it would be up to her mistress if she cared to take on my education into being a submissive or that of becoming a dominatrix. Sandra could not promise if it would be a bust or an eventful evening and foray in exploring the techniques of BDSM.

As I was driving to Sandra’s house, my nipples were erect, extremely hard, shit…, I thought they were going to poke their way through the material of my blouse. My pussy was drenched, and I was thankful that I had remembered to grab a towel while leaving the house. I don’t wear panties anymore and if I had not grabbed that towel my car seats would have become a pool, a lake of cum and my ass would have been setting in my own juices for the entire trip to Sandra’s. I had lifted my dress and placed the towel under my ass. It was, the towel that is, serving me well as it was absorbing the juices of my flowing pussy. I was not going to walk into Sandra’s house with a stained wet skirt. Now understand…, if Sandra, knowing I don’t wear panties, had demanded that I showed up covered in my own juices and cum as a means of demonstrating and displaying my interest, or for her amusement…, I would have. I am prepared to do anything as long as it does not require that I have sex with a male, partake in water sports, sank play, extreme pain, or scaring. I am so fucking excited I am beyond myself!

How excited? I found myself subconsciously moving my hand and fingers between my legs, rubbing the inside of my thighs, sliding further down until I felt the moisture of my flow, then tracing my fingers through my wetness until I felt my swollen lips. Then without hesitation plunged two fingers into my love hole, deep into the pool of juices, my pussy lips closed around my fingers as if sucking them into and between my slick enter lips, bending them into a come-hither position I began an assault upon my G-spot. I was nearly in a trance not giving any though as to what could happen as I began massaging…, well no…, fucking my G-spot. I put the car into cruise control allowing me to spread my legs further apart and give better access to my open pussy, greater mobility in fucking my firm but cushiony G-spot.

Fantasizing about my gorgeous Sandra her beautiful well-defined face, her gorgeous eyes, her perfectly shaped nose, the bridge of her upper lip joining into the perfection of her sexy, sultry, desirable lips, feeling the warmth, the taste of her mouth as my tongue parts her lips my first wave of nectar floods over my fingers blasting between my hand and lips forcing, spraying outward from my pussy and…, OH FUCK. I swerved back across the line into my own lane and catch a glimpse of a rather perturbed old fart flipping me off. I had drifted into his lane in my state of bliss nearly causing an accident but when your horniness demands attention…, well FUCK…, you have to take care of it. He just didn’t get it…, I was in the middle of a total body orgasm, my pussy trembling, contracting, my legs convulsing…, shit…, it had knocked one of my shoes off and my thoughts of Sandra had resulted in my squirting a copious amount of cum into my towel, onto my car seat, and covering both my thighs. I pulled over to the side of the highway, closed my eyes, relaxed, and enjoyed the last waves of my intruded climax. The car smelled of sex, my pussy, and my delicious cum. I breathed it in, no…, I sucked it in like a sucking a hard, erect cock taking in the full taste of it. After five or ten minutes I deeply suck in the last lingering fragrance of my own taste pull back onto the highway and resume my journey.

Twenty minutes later I find my mind once again thinking of Sandra, my hand and fingers again spreading my legs, my pussy lips, and this time playing with my swollen clit before sinking into my open pussy and massaging my G-spot. This time, however, I spot a sign down the road, rest stop five miles ahead. I remove my hand and fingers. Taking my fingers to my mouth I suck them clean, Mmmmm! I race ahead reaching into the center console while turning into the entrance of the rest stop, I pull my emergency vibrator out and look for a remote parking space away from other cars and trucks. I park, spread my legs wide, turn on the vibrator running it over my wet lips, and shove it in my pussy thinking of Sandra’s gorgeous body, fantasizing about what she and her mistress may do to me, how they may use me, force me to repeatedly cum…, OH FUCK, FUCK…, DAMN… it feels SO GOOD…, OHHHHHHH!

I hope you enjoy the following pictures these are but a few of the pictures that Sandra and I have been sending to one another. This playfulness of teasing each other with these pictures and there are many, many more have driven us both to climaxes multiple times with fantasies of not only fucking each other but as well the women in the pictures.

This is a four-part series and I hope you will stay HORNY, WET, HOT, and wanting to CUM till the end. If you enjoy the story, please leave a comment as I try to respond to all comments. Be creative, sexy and kinky but respectful and I respond in kind. KISSES & LICKS, ladies!

Please let’s start a conversion on BDSM, there is much more about then what the internet shows.

Please share if you enjoy BDSM.

What level of BDSM you enjoy.

Any experiences you can to share.
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Happy New Year 2022
Posted:Dec 31, 2021 8:44 am
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2022 5:53 am
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Hope we can move past all the difficulties of 2021 into a new and prosperous 2022! Happy New Year to all my followers and visitor to my blog. Please watch for a new series of stories with 4 parts titled My Foray Into BDSM. Enjoy the following New Years themed pictures some by the talented Olga Korolenko.



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Christmas COVID Cheer 2021
Posted:Dec 25, 2021 5:04 pm
Last Updated:Dec 30, 2021 5:56 am
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Merry Christmas to one and all.
This is a picture from last year on this site. I do not have the member information and do apologize to them but what creativity within BDSM and what a wonderful Christmas Tree!

Please see Photo 1
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Casino Night, A Female Cop, and That 96 Camaro
Posted:Dec 18, 2021 7:44 am
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2021 6:55 am
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The posting of this story is the second due to the inspiration of Jules90 recent post, All good things her blog, Delving the Jules. This story is also about our collector 1996 Z-28 Chevy Camaro SS, cherished memories of our cars, my ex-fiancé, me, a date night in northern New Mexico, and a female police officer.

It is fair to stay that I have been fortunate to own or have access to several outstanding automobiles over the course of my life. I came of driving age in the early seventies when muscle cars were born out of the thirst for raw speed and the dedication from the auto industry to NASCAR and their appetite for speed and performance. In Europe, the rich and famous were tied to Formula One and the European auto industry, milk, and high-class well-dressed sexy women. While in America, Ford and Chey, were tied to NASCAR and the rising middle class, Budweiser, and beautiful women dressed in bikinis, T-backs, and/or Daisy Mae cut-offs showing a little ass with reviling tits tied in white blouses.

My ex-fiance, Susan, had her rules, her own thirst, and carvings when it came to the vehicles she or I purchased. Mainly, that there had to be a break in period. Many of you that have purchased new cars know of the manufactures suggested break in period, the careful driving and maintenance of the car over the first one thousand miles. That was NOT Susan's rule. Her rule was much simpler. We had to full on fuck in our new cars within the first month of purchasing them. This rule was enforced with any car that was new to us, used or fresh off the showroom floor. We enforced the rule, breaking in new cars, SUVs, and pickups, in rest areas between Albuquerque and Santa Fe, open fields in the mountains surrounding Santa Fe, in the National Forest in pull over areas or camp sites, in my company's parking garage, out on Albuquerque's west mesa, along country roads, while driving up or down I-25 between Albuquerque and Santa Fe, or on I-40 east or west of Albuquerque.

While we had some awesome vehicles that provided some cherished experiences the most rewarding, the most cherished was from this beautiful collector's 1996 Z-28 Chey Camaro SS cheery red convertible. This car demand attention, it was all about raw power with its new generation corvette engine, and sex appeal was its theme, people drooled over it, girls and women wanted rides in it and on it, they orgasmed in it from the roar and vibration of the engine cruising through and into their pussies, and men they loathed over it knowing the fuck machine and beast it was.

This story took place in the fall, about this time. I was to attend a charity golf and casino event benefiting the local chapter of a national scholarship program and because it was a casino night, I was permitted to take a date. The event was to take place at Angle Fire Ski Resort in northern New Mexico. The first night would be the casino night with silent auction and the golf tournament was to follow the next day at the resort's course.

We left Albuquerque midafternoon with a clear blue sky on a comfortably warm day, so the top was down on the Camaro. We took I-25 to Santa Fe at speeds toping ninety, then slowed down between Santa Fe and Espanola, and even more so for the drive towards Taos alongside the Rio Grande River on the two-lane mountainous road while watching for river rafters. Just south of Taos we took the loop to take us to Angle Fire, a curving, two lane mountain road, a fun road for the sporty Camaro. When I cleared the last Ponderosa Pine into a straight-a-way lane that past the Vietnam Memorial I took the right hand turn into the community of Angle Fire. As I drove down this road, I did not notice the speed limit had changed from fifty-five, which I wasn't doing anyway, to thirty-five. I did notice the police car that pulled behind me, but the light bar was not on, so I continued to the turn to the resort. I soon saw that the police car had also turned but still no lights. I pulled into the parking lot and the police car also turned into the parking lot, still no lights flashing. I pulled into a parking space, the police car past me and turned into the parking space beside me, Susan set up, removed her knee from its position of leaning against the windowsill, and her foot from the dash to the floor. As I was getting ready to rise the top, the door opened on the police car and a clear firm female voice said, nice car! Susan and I turned just in time to see a blonde-haired head rising above the blackened window and door frame of the police car. It continued till we saw the most beautiful set of blue eyes one could imagine, followed by a small perfectly shaped nose, and a gorgeous set of lips. I watched as she placed her fingers on the window frame of the Camaro and started to walk around it while letting her fingers feel its coolness, I watched her ass in the passenger side mirror as she walked the length of the passenger side. She had a lovely firm pear shaped ass held tightly in her tan police uniform slacks, the view of the waistline was distorted by the wide belt, holstered gun, and ammunition clips, pepper spray, and night stick which were hanging from it, but it also gave her a look of power while adding to her sexiness. As she turned the corner of the car, her fingers still lightly touching the car, I shifted my eyes to the driver's side mirror and found framed in it a view of the officer's cove and could make out the faint line of her pussy lips. I didn't release my eyes from the mirror until she was standing beside me and requesting my driver's license, registration, and proof of insurance. She then said, as a statement not a question, you know you were doing fifty-seven in a thirty-five zone. Without waiting for a respond, she followed, are you here for the weekend and the charity event? I replied we were and that we are sponsors. She then told us that we had a really nice car while she was sliding her hand over the windowsill and she said don't leave any food or drinks in your car. The bears have been known to rip a convertible top to pieces if they smell anything inside. She handed my paperwork back to me and said, have a nice weekend, I hope you enjoy your stay.

As she started to walk away, I said thank you. Quickly followed by, we'd like for you to accept an invite to a drink tonight. Susan repeated the invite before she could respond and when she did it was simply, really? I replied, yes really. I said, Officer Mathews this is your decision, we'd like to show you our appreciation for your kindness. Offering an excuse, she said, I don't get off duty until eleven. I assured her that Susan and I would be up, in the casino room, and that she was welcome to join us. Officer Mathews offered a second excuse, I don't know I'd have to come in my uniform and before she could say another word, I told her that Susan and I would notice her then. She laughed and said so will everyone else. I told her not to worry about it and handed her my business card with my cell number and told her to call before she comes if she likes. Either way, I am sure it will be fine.

AT eleven ten I was beginning to believe that Officer Mathews was a no show. At eleven seventeen I was corrected as the room had a shift in dynamics. Every man was dressed in either a suit, sport coat and slacks, or a tux. Every woman was dressed in some type of evening dress from a black cocktail dress to a formal evening gown, well almost every woman! Leslie Mathews, Officer Mathews, enter the hall in uniform her jewelry, her deputy sheriff's badge but she had removed her belt and all it's accompanying hardware which resulted in showing her tapered waistline. Her hair was pulled back and tied while she had on only the slightest amount of makeup. Still there was not a woman in that room that displayed more raw or authoritative sexual appeal. As she walked across the room toward our table Susan and I both stood to greet Officer Mathews. As we hugged, she whispered in my ear that she felt a bit out of place and uncomfortable. She and Susan were about an inch a part in height, but both were of athletic build. Before I even asked Susan for her help, she had taken Office Mathews by the hand and was leading her out of the hall.

I played blackjack, nursed a drink, and checked on our silent auction items. After thirty-five or forty minutes I decided that I should check on Susan and Office Mathews and left the hall for our suite, taking with me a bottle of Champaign and glasses.

As I entered the room it was obvious that they had intended return the hall. There the couch laid Officer's Mathews uniform, one of Susan's navy-blue business suits and a pale blue blouse, along with, Susan's black cocktail dress. As I opened the double doors the bedroom, I opened , a naked Susan laying between the legs of a naked Officer Mathews. Susan's face was buried in Officer Mathews' cove, Susan's hands clutching Officer Mathews' hips, pulling her pussy towards her face, Officer Mathews' feet were resting Susan's back, her knees bent, and both women were in the throes of ecstasy; Susan moaning and Officer Mathews' begging Susan not stop.

When I had entered the room, I had let the double doors lose and when they closed together with a bit of a bang Susan and Office Mathews jump, startled! Officer Mathews grasped her firm, naked breast, covering her erect nipples while her face flushed red and turned towards the windows away from . Under my breath I laughed at her modesty, she was a gorgeous woman, dressed or naked. Susan rolled onto her side turning toward while licking Officer Mathews' pussy juices from around her lips and upon her lips, she blushed a faint pink and offered an apology, of sorts. D, I'm sorry, we were going come back but, Leslie wanted take a quick shower, when she undressed, WELL FUCK, look at her, I couldn't, FUCK D, we weren't just going buy her a drink, we're we?

There in the bed were two beautiful women, both blushing, both unsure. I turned Officer Mathews, who by the way was not doing anything further cover herself, and said, Officer Mathews, Leslie, nice meet you and offered her my hand. Leslie uncovered her right breast and took my hand. This gorgeous woman who was sexually beautiful in a mysteriously powerful way had metaphorized into an enchantingly and alluringly exquisite woman. Susan kept stammering about how sweet her pussy tasted, how amazing her mouth and lips tasted, how wonderful her nipples felt in her mouth and sweet they tasted, how tempting her firm ass felt in her hands, and then she blurted out, FUCK, D, you have got taste her! I looked down at Leslie, whom I had pulled over the edge of the bed and her face was turning a bright red, but her eyes were blazing and lustfully inviting.

I looked down at her beautiful body, her state of embarrassment, her nipples had softened, their color had returned the natural skin toned shade, and goosebumps had started to form on her arms as her body temperature was changing, becoming cooler. I reached down taking her soft nipples between the forefingers and thumb of each hand, pinched them, twisted them hard, and pulled Leslie from the bed. Leslie moaned, hard and then yelled, FUCK as I was bending kiss her. Our mouths met, my right hand released her nipple, sledding around her back support her, and Susan, she moved into us taking Leslie's nipple into her mouth and began suckling her tit, her left hand slipped between Leslie's legs, and Susan's fingers started eagerly fucking Leslie's pussy. I could hear the sloshing sound of Leslie's wet juices surrounding Susan's pumping fingers, I sit in one of the chairs across from the bed and told Susan for her and Leslie to put on a show for and did they!

Leslie spent the weekend with Susan and . Susan backed out of the golf tournament to have more fun with Leslie. She did get to drive the Camaro taking Susan to a couple of her favorite seclude areas in the forest and mountains. When I returned from the tournament the room was empty and I took a shower to prepare for a planned ranch party which was another sponsored event. When I came out of the shower, I could hear the muffled sounds of Susan and Leslie, the sounds of two women getting it on. When I stepped into the bedroom, I was welcomed by an amazing sight, Susan and Leslie locked in a sixty--position feasting on each other's pussies. Susan waved over the bed and when I was standing next it and these two gorgeous women, they each grabbed a hand and arm pulling me into a pile with them. Susan pushed me over onto the other side of the bed while Leslie pinned my shoulders to the mattress and spread herself over my face in a reverse cowgirl position planting her beautifully shaved pussy over my mouth. Susan spread over my cock, holding it at the base, and sank her wet, warm pussy engulfing it with a moan.

Immediately Leslie was ordering Susan to fuck me harder, encouraging her to lift herself off me withdrawing my cock from her and then to drive down on it impaling herself deeply and Susan was commanding Leslie to shove her sweet cunt deeper into my mouth. To feed me her sweet cum! Leslie soon demanded that Susan turn around in reverse cowgirl position so that she could watch her fuck my cock, to be able to see it sliding in and out of her fuck hole covered in her cum. Leslie kept demanding that Susan fuck me harder, deeper, and empty my cock into her until Susan had drained my seed. Susan stood, Leslie reached around Susan grabbed her ass cheek, pulling it, while her other hand pressed against her opposite thigh holding her , and started licking Susan's pussy lips. I could hear her lips, and tongue smacking as she cleaned Susan's pussy, followed Susan's moans, and then Leslie's sucking of Susan's and my mingled cum from Susan's pussy. Susan was flushing juices and our cum from her pussy, feeding it to Leslie, and within minutes was squirting her nectar of the gods down Leslie's throat. Leslie as fucking my face wildly, posting and down just like riding a , and then everything stop, she screamed, FUCK, FUCK , and let go of a stream of her own nectar. She settled over my mouth and fed it while moaning and crying with Susan watching and praising her.
When Leslie fell the bed almost top of Susan and I, Susan was giggling and told Leslie; you're not done yet sweetie. I want you to clean D's cock and I'm going to tell you how; he has a gift for you. Leslie moved next to , lovingly took my softing cock into her warm hand, licked the tip of the head and piss slit, and Susan said. Now slip the whole head into your mouth without pulling his foreskin back and clamp your lips around his shaft. With my cock's head swelling in her mouth, my shaft hardening she followed Susan's instructions to perfection while moaning in pleasure. Her mouth in position, Susan told her to keep it clamped around my shaft and pull the foreskin down, Leslie went crazy. She was moaning, licking, sucking, and slurping. When Leslie had pulled my foreskin down, she had released a wall of Susan's and my mingled cum that had collected beneath the ridge of my cock head and the sack of foreskin. Leslie pulled my cock from her mouth and beaming said, fuck, that taste so good! Before Susan or I could say anything, Leslie dropped her head back down taking my cock back into her mouth and her tongue began swirling around the engorged head of my cock, cleaning every tasty morsel, every drop of Susan's and my cum from it.

All of us, Susan, Leslie, and I had an amazing weekend thanks to a speed ticket not given and that sexy 1996 collector's Z-28 Chevy Camaro SS convertible, like Leslie said, a really nice car!

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Happy Thanksgiving
Posted:Nov 25, 2021 10:49 am
Last Updated:Dec 30, 2021 5:55 am
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Happy Thanksgiving to all my followers with a few apologies!

Apology number one; sorry it's not a turkey but the play on bondage and fifty shades of grey where just to hard to resist.

Apology number two; to those followers from across the pond and any others that may not celebrate Thanksgiving, but hopefully we all have something to be thankful for.

Apology number three; to any chickens that may be offended, upset, or any other negative emotional effect this picture may have caused. (Damn..., why do we have to be so political correct?)

Apology number four; goes without say after apology number three..., to any turkeys that have been emotionally scarred for any reason.

Apology number five; to me, WTF..., should have kept my opinions to myself.... Anyway..., HAVE A HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
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Coffee and Cream
Posted:Nov 11, 2021 11:43 am
Last Updated:Nov 21, 2021 5:42 am
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It is finally going to happen! She has asked to fantasize about what I want her to do to me, for me and with me. She reminds that she is a sub, that she’ll do anything I want, and that she wants me to take control of her but not just physically. She wants to take control of her mentally as well. I must confess that since she made this request my pussy has been in a continuous state of drenched cream, covering my swollen lips, running down my thighs, and even dripping from, splashing against my legs, and feet. As I do not wear panties it has caused a couple of embarrassing moments to grapple with. Thankfully both were with women. One a former girlfriend and lover. The other a woman whom I had set up a meeting with several months ago prior to contracting COVID. She is a member of the of ALL women's Bi/Lesbian party group that I party with, but it was our first meeting. The meeting took place at a coffee shop in my hometown, a shop that I had selected because it has great coffee and more so for the fact that it has a lady’s room that can be deadbolted. My original plan was to meet her and for her to eat my pussy in the lady’s room. The original plan had nothing to do with Sandra but on this and with the upcoming meeting with Sandra she was all I could think about, in truth ALL THAT I WANTED, and my pussy was flowing like a full roaring river, a total flood of my juices running out my swollen pussy down between my ass cheeks, bathing my puckered asshole, and covering my soft enter thighs. Anyone could see the droplets of juices speckling my calvas and the top of my feet from my drippings. I and my skirt were a mess!

As we were setting there my new friend laid her hand on my thigh and squeezed it sending a shiver into my wet, pulsing pussy and…, she whispered OMG Shelly. Her fingertips had pressed into the soft, drenched meat of my enter thigh and were now covered. She said, she hoped I was thinking of what we could do to each other. I didn’t reply I raised my coffee cup to my lips lowering my head while closing my eyes and instinctively opened my legs. She withdrew the hand that squeezed my thigh and raised her juiced covered fingertips to her lips while her other hand crossed over her body, between my spread legs, and dove into my soaked pussy, spreading my lips forcefully, and began an assault upon my swollen G-spot. I kept the coffee cup pressed against my lips, my head tilted down, my eyes closed, biting my lower lip sucking it into my mouth in a reward less attempt to cover my moans and soft suppressed cries.

I knew that within moments I would be ejaculating, squirting my sweet nectar of the gods all over my new friends, now deeply personal friend’s, fingers and hand. I knew any of the other patrons that were watching, I was not looking to see who may be watching, would know that I was being finger fucked right there in the coffee shop. If they had any doubts, I knew the aroma of my pussy would confirm it beyond such doubts…, OH FUCK…, she is relentless…, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK…, OH FUCK.

She pulls her fingers from my soaked pussy and my ejaculated is dripping from them. To hide her covered hand she clutches her fingers, her fist into a ball, grasp by the wrist with her other hand and pulls up from my seat. She calls the waitress over to tell her we will be returning and not to clear the table or give our seats up and she pulls towards the lady’s room. Once in the lady’s room she locks the door behind us and shoves against the sink counter. She drops to her knees, pushing my skirt up around my waist, drives her and tongue into my wet pussy. She licks, cleans my pussy and turns around pressing into the counter while bending forward she spreads my ass cheeks bathes my crease and puckered asshole, fucking it relentlessly with her tongue, driving the tip further into my ass with each forceful thrust. She finishes by turning back around spreading my legs and cleaning my nectar from the inside of my thighs…, but…, FUCK! I cannot stop it…, I cover her in …, all to her delight.

We return to our table to a few glances. Our waitress comes over, steps between our chairs and while facing and talking with my new best friend she drops a napkin into my lap. I can see handwriting on it and a smiley . I unfold the napkin and the note simply said; I want you! I tasted your , OMG! Followed by a phone and the smiley face.

I smile! My gorgeous Sandra, my sub, is already paying dividends! I tuck the note in my skirt’s waist pocket. Is it wrong for me to have cum all over this woman while lustfully thinking of Sandra and how I want her to eat my pussy, how I want her to fuck me, to lick my ass, how fucking much I want to cover Sandra’s face, tits, body with my cum, watch her wantonly lick my cum from her fingers, how much I want to watch here squirt, to play with her pussy, to suck her breast, to eat and fuck her…, OH FUCK…, I’m WET…, HERE I GO AGIN…, OH FUCK…, Sandra!

I’ve provided a detailed description of my gorgeous friend, Sandra, before…, this time I’m just going to give you more pictures and let your mind draw its own conclusions and develop your own fantasies after all the mind is the largest sex organ. So, use it! Dream of eating and fucking Sandra or watching her and I eating and fucking one another. Create your own fantasies using the pictures, this story, put yourself in my place or my new best friend’s and masturbate. Better yet, read it to your love, watch her masturbate, coach her in fucking her G-spot, watch her orgasm or squirt and then clean her pussy. Let you mind run wild and enjoy your rewards.

To Sandra…, well…, KISSES & LICKS ! I can’t wait till we are both between our spread legs and enjoying our rich, sweet, treasures. I want to taste every inch of your magnificent, gorgeous body. I know your body will be a cornucopia of savory rich flavors and I want to experience those flavors, all those different taste from your toes to your head and back again. I want to linger over your breast, kissing, licking, nibbling, and sucking them while making the connection between your nipples and your clit. I want our tongues to languish in our mouths, exploring, tasting, and caressing your amazing lips feeling and tasting their full richness. I want us both to work our ways to the other’s treasure, to bathe our tongues in the rich abundance of our nectar. I want to explore your gorgeous cushiony G-spot and your firm, tasty clit with my tongue, and fingers to watch you release, enjoy, the reactions to a total body orgasm, and…, I want to taste your cum , the splendor, the full sweetness! Feed my hunger…, quench my thirst…, till we both are satisfied.




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Thanks for the Memories, Jules!
Posted:Nov 1, 2021 6:55 pm
Last Updated:Dec 25, 2021 12:35 am
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The posting of this story was inspired by Jules1590 and her recent post, “All good things…” on her blog, Delving the Jules. If you have not visited her blog you’re missing out on a wonderful experience. Jules is gorgeous, sexy, erotic, and desirable in very sense of the word. She is fun to converse with via her blog, chat, or messaging. She has an erotic mind and a passion for her own sexual pleasure as well as that of her followers through provocative erotic thought, graphic artwork, and the written word. Her blog is one of the best we have found and enjoy. While she has not requested this endorsement, we encourage you to enjoy Jules 1590, her mind, her picture, and her provocative, erotic mind.

As I said this story or at least the posting of it was inspired by Jules1590 recent post, “All good things….’ and more specifically a question she presents at the end of the blog posting. That question: “Do you have a favorite car that holds cherished memories?” The story is about “cherished memories” around a car, a collector’s 1996 Z-28 Chevrolet Camaro SS Convertible, my ex-fiancée and myself, and a date night.

If you have followed any of my stories and more specifically the lake or Sea doo stories than you know my ex-fiancée, Susan, her athletic body, her killer legs, her tight firm ass that could stop anything in motion that was fawning over it, ogling over it, okay fuck, stripping it bare, lusting in its panty less firm roundness and cheek creases, her gorgeously shaven pussy, her perky tits, pale pink nipples, her seductive lips, her hazel eyes that flashed sexual awareness, desire, and cum fuck me intent. her faced was framed in shoulder length sandy colored hair, and her fun nature, and up for almost anything energy provides a social freedom that results the possibility of sexual adventure.
As to the car, what more can be said than it was a 1996 Collector’s Z-28 Chevy Camaro SS Convertible with new generation Corvette engine, and a cum fuck me or I’ll fuck you appearance. It was candy cheery deep red, with a long shapely body, recessed lights framed in black, scoped hood, a slanting windshield that gracefully merged into a black low hugging convertible top, but which was hardly ever up. We lived in Albuquerque; our nights are made for a top-down convertible driving. Our destination this night, from the west side to Old Town and the restaurant the Melting Pot, then to Pope Joy Hall for the performance; All That Jazz, and back home. This night had been planed for at least a month.

At the Melting Pot we always reserved our favorite table. It was reserved out of our devilishness, our sexual playfulness, and knowing that Susan would be wearing a short black dress that hit the top of her thighs sans any panties. The Melting Pot is a fondue restaurant, but far more was dipped into and covered in a rich nectar than just meats, vegies, fruits and cakes for a pleasurable and rewarding taste; Susan’s nectar of the gods…, was very rich, tasteful, and enjoyable. It was here that Susan made her first plea. Running her hand up the inside of my thigh and fondling my cock a move that the couple next to us were watching, leaned into me while looking into the eyes of the woman whose eyes were moving from Susan’s hand working my cock to her eyes, she whispered…, let’s skip the musical! We didn’t resist the fondued chocolate dipped strawberries and assorted other deserts, Susan’s hand continued chocking and playing with my now hard cock, and our watcher, the woman at the next table, now somewhat blushing, would not or rather refused to take her eyes off the performance Susan was putting on with her hand and my cock, her eyes, and her mouth while seductively eating her dipped strawberries. Susan was fucking this woman!

As we left, I noticed Susan reached out and touched the hand of the woman who had been watching us or more so Susan and her devilish performance, followed by her dropping her business card on the table. Nothing was said but as Susan moved out from between the tables and I followed I looked down over the woman’s shoulder and saw her placing Susan’s card in her hand clutch. We continued out the restaurant and walked to the parking garage. Susan was almost in my jacket she was leaning into me so hard and she again pleaded, lets skip the musical. I am the Jazz fan and hesitated, so Susan upped the ante. As I opened the door she stepped away from the Camaro and told me to get in the passenger side, followed by instructing me to recline the seat. She again made her plea…, while allowing her dress to slip down her body to the parking structure lot. She performed a brief striptease, shoving her ass towards me, spreading her cheeks, her fingers pulling her wet, glossing lips apart, showing me her love hole, her swollen clit, then quickly she spun around, reached behind her unclasped her bra throwing it in the back seat, dropped to her knees on top of her dress, and started pulling my cock from my slacks demanding we FUCK…, right THERE…, right THEN!

She continued to fuck me there on the top level of the parking garage, the cool night air enveloping her body, hardening her nipples even with the flow of heat between us, the night lights of Albuquerque glowing and reflecting all around, and when she reached her climax, she pulled from my erect cock exposing its shinning sheath of her sweet nectar. Susan pleaded again…, lets skip the musical…, I don’t want to go…, I WANT TO FUCK! How fast can you get us home?
I pulled out of the parking garage with Susan sucking her sweet nectar from my cock as we drove down Rio Grande to I-40. At the Big I, I-40 and I-25, I headed north towards Santa Fe as Susan raised from my lap and slipped her dress over her head covering herself from her shoulders to her waist. There racing northward on I-25 Susan planted her spread bare feet on the Camaro’s dash, her legs uncovered, her dress bunched around her waist, while her wet pussy seeped juices onto the leather seat, she began to finger fuck herself as we passed cars, pickups, and SUVs. I don’t know that anyone noticed us other than as the racing Camaro convertible driving northward. They may have on the exit ramp to I-25 and the entrance lanes to Paseo del Norte and they may have only seen Susan sucking her pussy cream from her fingers but the view I had only made me drive all the faster.

I may have missed out on “All That Jazz” but the drive, the view was outstanding…, as to the fondue…, it was extremely sweet, tasty, and very satisfying. As to that candy cheer red Camaro…, well…, there is another story about a charity casino night at a ski resort in northern New Mexico, Susan and I, a speed ticket that wasn’t issued, and a beautiful blonde female cop. However, that is another story.

As to Jules, thanks for inspiring the memories.

To the reader and for your enjoyment, this is the link to Jules blog.
https://dating.findathreesome.com/profile/Jules1590?dcb=dating.FindaThreesome.com




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Wet Dream or Just A Finger Fucking Fantasy?
Posted:Oct 26, 2021 9:52 pm
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2021 7:32 am
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Posted this story on Senior Sizzle's Erotic Stories section because we usually get more comments there. We had over 1600 views so we'll see how it does here. If you enjoy the story we'd love for you to leave comments and we would love to hear more comments from women. KISSES & LICKS, Shelly.

I woke this morning my bare ass resting in a pool of moisture that had saturated my sheets. My p-jay shorts were removed, my pussy lips were swollen and wet, and my clit was engorged with the hood having been retracted, and a stream of cream was flowing from my love nest between my cheeks and merging into my puckered little rosebud. The worst part was not knowing where my p-jay shorts were…, well on second thought not really…, not knowing how I had cum to be laying in this mess and condition was also a concern…, and then fuck…, I am so unbelievably horny!

I think I’m too old for wet dreams, but I know there has been no that I would have fucked or allowed to fuck me. Now I am thinking I must have had a wet dream or finger fucked myself while slumbering in a very hard sleep. As to any dream I know of cause. I have recently struck upon an online friendship at Senior Sizzle and believe me she is the type of individual would or certainly could dream of. She is amazingly beautiful, intelligent, wonderfully funny with a great sense of humor, and an incredible sense of wellbeing and kindness. With those attributes I can think of no else more appealing or totally sexy. Still I am aware that all of that may mean nothing to you horndogs both and female that want to know how gorgeous she really is and that you want this descriptive picture of her to get your blood boiling, your cocks hardened with pre-cum dripping, you ladies want you nipples hard, your clits swollen while pushing its way through your hood, and your pussy tinging, while building moisture to start a flow of your cream between your lips, down into the crease between your cheeks, and pooling in your puckered little rosebud. Here it is but understand it is somewhat difficult to know just where to start.

She has the most devilish set of lips and the most angelic set of eyes, perfectly shaped nose, rosy full cheeks, and a beautifully balanced chin. The creases and the curves of her lips are well defined leaving a faint trace into her cheeks. The edges of her lips appear deeper, rich, and give to an upturn that highlights her smile drawing you into her warmness and easing any aggression, discomfort, or anxiety that you may have. Her Philtrum and Cupid’s bow is well defined as is her Vermillion border and the light providing shading and shadows that will pull you into her lips resulting in your deep consumption, desire to plant your lips within her heart shaped ones to taste them, to feel their warmth, to create a mood and effort to become a part of her. Her upper and lower lips are balanced within the Golden ratio of perfection as God intended when he first created women, they are the essence of pure beauty. They say that a woman with Heart Shaped Lips and very prominent Cupid’s bow and full lower lips are strong willed and independent which overflows into her sexuality and while she is a sub it is displayed within that sexual preference in her desire to meet every whim, fulfill every demand and command of her mistress weather the sexual proclivities and slutty behavior is for her mistress own pleasure or that of another individual. Her independence is tempered by her own desire to belong to her mistress and yet is within that independence she finds the strength so she can be physically and sexually pleasing not to herself but all around her, it is part of what makes her so FUCKING HOT!

Her eyes as I stated are angelic, astute, beseeching, displaying her intelligence, while they are dark a deep rich brown nearing black, they are bright, blazing, and flashing the reflection of light. Not can you discern her intelligence, but she has an unhidden, unbridled playfulness and sense of humor which is reflected in the gleam of her eyes and her beautiful smile. I warn you, however, that she is the consummate total package. Her gorgeousness is not held or confined to her facial features; she has the body to match. No, she is not an Amazonian Queen like Wonder Woman or my Emily nor her friend Amy with her amazing abs and muscular body. If, however, you desire to see beauty defined in picture just simply look no further than Sandra’s profile pictures. I would suggest the following pictures in her Private Album. First the in white square neckline and sleeveless dress. Look at how the material clings to her prefect breast, how her stomach is flat and once more how the material embraces the curves of her toned belly, and I wish how we could see how this dress must hug her ass. Finally look at her toned arms absent of any fat. FUCK…, looking at this picture now I want to let my hands flow over her body, feeling the coolness of the fabric, the shape, the form, the curves of her body. I want to lustfully fondle her breast and flip her hair from her lean neck to kiss, lick, and nibble its firmness. I want to uncover the beauty of her nakedness, the treasure of her body, to feast on it, to linger in her refreshment and to pleasure her. The second…, well know that writing about the first got me wet and this second is going to push me to have to take care of my horniness; yes, I will have to finger fuck myself or grab my dildo and plunge it deep into my wet, sloshing pussy, pounding my pussy into orgasmic pleasure. Even so it will not satisfy my lust for her, oh…, sorry. This second picture shows her toned legs, her gorgeous calves and her curvature thigh muscle with a hint of her hamstring muscle moving upwards from her knee. Her Roger Rabbit Lady in Red Dress like ass and damn…, how that dress is gripping her ass…, just like I want too…, FUCK! That open back, OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK…, how gorgeous is this woman! Guys if your cocks are not hard and dripping pre-cum than I’d question your manhood and women if your pussies are not swollen, wet, with your clits being pushed beyond your hoods…, then I am at a loss of words…, I mean FUCK…, I want to kiss and lick every inch of her stunning body! And still it goes beyond that I want to be FUCKED by her beautiful intelligence, to ravish my body with her thoughts, eat my pussy and my puckered little asshole with her demanding, angelic eyes, and I want her devilish lips to set my nipples, my belly button, my pussy and puckered rosebud on fire to have her cool my body, the fames of passion with her caressing, soft, cool hands and silky fingers as they drift over me creating goosebumps as my skin in response to her amazing touch. I want ALL of her to FUCK me to new heights of unbridled LUST, to consume me, and to make me her own possession! Someone she can steal away to experience a new role of being both mistress and sub enjoying the pleasures of being able to demand sexual obedience, command sexual release, behaviors, actions, pleasures from both sides of the continuum using her intelligence, her beauty, and her body for the fulfillment of both of our commands, desires, and fantasies.

I look down between my legs and subconsciously my fingers have filled my swollen slit, they are pumping into my wet, sloppy cunt, fucking into me in a come-hither motion, my juices are sputtering out of my hot hole and splashing into the lake gathering under my ass. I am thankful that I made the trip to Big Lots and purchased those wonderful mattress pad that keep mattress both clean and dry but is going to cause both my ass, pussy, and legs to chaff but then there is an answer for that too so I continue the assault on my spongy G-spot. My fingers press against it in unison with my thoughts on the pleasures we will provide each other, the fucking of our bodies, building the pressure in my skene glands, fucking my wanton cunt. Getting lost in my own dreams of lust I push my hips forward forcing my ass into the air, my feet press into the bed creating my body into a bridge, my arm is arched as my fingers stab into my pussy thrusting, pressuring my throbbing G-Spot. My shoulders, neck, and head indent my pillow as my juices start to flow from me like a roaring waterfall splashing into the expanding lake soaking my beddings. I feel the force of her beautiful body spread over my face, grinding her sweet soaking pussy into my mouth, feeding me her creamy nectar of the gods! OH FUCK…, her cum is rich, full, and sweet…, perhaps the sweetest I have ever tasted…, FUCK…, I want more. Then my thoughts are turned to my G-Spot, MY PUSSY…, OH FUCK, FUCK…, OHHHH FUUUUCK!

The contractions started deep within my pussy pushing forward shoving my cum before them and pulling with force behind. I can fill the wall of cum gushing though my glands, FUCK…, the force is amazing…, as my cum expands my walls..., forcefully swelling the walls, oh fuck…, FUCK, my clit is on fire, twitching, swelling…, OH SHIT…, FUCK.., YES, the release…, OMG…, YES, YES, YES my tiny slit opens…, my ejaculation explodes from me erupting like old, Old Faithful…, skyrocketing. It is like the first time I ejaculated on my own…, when my cum shot from my pussy hitting my right foot but this is building. FUCK…, I can fell a second wave building, just starting…, YES, YES, YES…, I pull back and forcefully shoving my contacting cunt forward forcing the second wave down the same path…, OH FUCK YES! Sandra…, gorgeous Sandra is doing all she can to hold her position spread over my face, forcing her intoxicating, gorgeous pussy deeper into my mouth, her knees are shoved into the pillows and bed…, …, my eyes widen…, OH FUCK…, my tongue feels it…, her pussy is sucking my tongue back deeper…, FUCK YES…, RELEASE…, GIVE IT TO ME…, FUCK…, FEED ME…, and she does! There is no question…, Sandra’s cum is the sweetest cum I have ever swallowed. She was right she is my LICK-HER, I am drunk, intoxicated and already addicted…, I WANT MORE for her, her body, her pussy, her sweet, sweet nectar! GIVE IT TO ME, SANDRA!!!!

Well.., FUCK! Something wakes me, my fingers lodged deep in my drenched pussy. I don’t think there is a dry spot on the bed…, LOL! My Sandra is not in my bed…, FUCK…,it was a dream, a finger fucking fantasy, but now I want her all the more.

The pictures are of Senior Sizzle member Sandra. If you enjoyed the story and the pictures please leave a comment. Be creative, fun, kinky and/or sexy and we will respond in kind. Kisses & Licks, Shelly.


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Note of Thanks!
Posted:Oct 5, 2021 8:17 am
Last Updated:Dec 30, 2021 5:57 am
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One to thank everyone taking the time to review the Erotic Artwork, voting, and leaving a comment. We've made no decision at this time as to which pictures we may end up purchasing. Our billiards room has a lot of full length picture windows and while we live in the country. Our house faces the main road into our little valley. We have some other demands prior to purchasing any new artwork..., like window coverings or putting off our first ALL women's Bi/Lesbian party. AND, that just won't work as it has been all to long since the last party, LOL.

Just don't know how a bunch of cowboys and farmers driving by our house would react to seeing a pool room of naked women playing pool or getting it on with each other. To be honest thought..., there are a couple of cowgirls that I wouldn't mind joining us, YUMMY!

If you have any idea as to how those cowboys and farmers may react please share them in the comments. Once again thanks to all, hugs to the guys and as always KISSES & LICKS to the horny, wet women!

P.S. Hope you enjoy the Billiard pictures! K&L-Shelly.

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Which Erotic Watercolor
Posted:Sep 12, 2021 3:58 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2021 9:23 am
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We're going to purchase some Erotic Artwork for our billiards room and for the enjoyment of the ladies that attend our Bi/Lesbian parties. Give your input, which watercolor do you like?
Kisses are prohibited - Titled.
I fall in love with a dead boy - Titled.
Anna Dart Watercolor, no title.
Steve Hanks, Titled, Holding Her Moment.
Steve Hanks, Titled, Centered.
Steve Hanks, Titled, To Search Within.
Steve Hanks, Titled, Like an Angel.
Steve Hanks, Titled, Love for the Unattainable.
Anna Razumovskaya, Titled, Untold Story.
Anna Dart, Titled, Sweet Dreams.
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Purchasing Erotic Artwork Please Vote
Posted:Sep 12, 2021 3:44 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2021 9:02 am
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We're going to purchase some Erotic Artwork for our billiards room and for the enjoyment of the ladies that attend our Bi/Lesbian parties. Give your input, which black/white pictures do you like?
Anna Dart B/W
Anna Dart B/W
Anna Dart B/W
Anna Dart B/W
Anna Razumovskaya B/W
Anna Razumovskaya B/W
Anna Dart B/W
Lila Vovk B/W
Anna Dart B/W
Lila Vovk B/W
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