Friday, December 12, 2008

Betty Page, RIP

Printed without permission from the NY Times. I will be happy to remove if
asked.

Good Bye Betty.... You will always be young and beautiful in my heart....


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December 12, 2008
Bettie Page, Queen of Pinups, Dies at 85
By ROBERT D. McFADDEN
Bettie Page, a legendary pinup girl whose photographs in the nude, in
bondage and in naughty-but-nice poses appeared in men's magazines and
private stashes across America in the 1950s and set the stage for the
sexual revolution of the rebellious '60s, died Thursday in Los Angeles. She
was 85.

Her death was reported by her agent, Mark Roesler, on Ms. Page's Web site,
bettiepage.com.

Ms. Page, whose popularity underwent a cult-like revival in the last 20
years, had been hospitalized for three weeks with pneumonia and was about
to be released Dec. 2 when she suffered a heart attack, said Mr. Roesler,
of CMG Worldwide. She was transferred in a coma to Kindred Hospital, where
she died.

In her trademark raven bangs, spike heels and killer curves, Ms. Page was
the most famous pinup girl of the post-World War II era, a centerfold on a
million locker doors and garage walls. She was also a major influence in
the fashion industry and a target of Senator Estes Kefauver's
anti-pornography investigators.

But in 1957, at the height of her fame, she disappeared, and for three
decades her private life — two failed marriages, a fight against poverty
and mental illness, resurrection as a born-again Christian, years of
seclusion in Southern California — was a mystery to all but a few close
friends.

Then in the late 1980s and early '90s, she was rediscovered and a Bettie
Page renaissance began. David Stevens, creator of the comic-book and later
movie character the Rocketeer, immortalized her as the Rocketeer's
girlfriend. Fashion designers revived her look. Uma Thurman, in bangs,
reincarnated Bettie in Quentin Tarantino's "Pulp Fiction," and Demi Moore,
Madonna and others appeared in Page-like photos.

There were Bettie Page playing cards, lunch boxes, action figures, T-shirts
and beach towels. Her saucy images went up in nightclubs. Bettie Page fan
clubs sprang up. Look-alike contests, featuring leather-and-lace and
kitten-with-a-whip Betties, were organized. Hundreds of Web sites appeared,
including her own, which had 588 million hits in five years, CMG Worldwide
said in 2006.

Biographies were published, including her authorized version, "Bettie Page:
The Life of a Pin-Up Legend," (General Publishing Group) which appeared in
1996. It was written by Karen Essex and James L. Swanson.

A movie, "The Notorious Bettie Page," starring Gretchen Mol as Bettie and
directed by Mary Harron for Picturehouse and HBO Films, was released in
2006, adapted from "The Real Bettie Page," by Richard Foster. Bettie May
Page was born in Jackson, Tenn., the eldest girl of Roy and Edna Page's six
children. The father, an auto mechanic, molested all three of his
daughters, Ms. Page said years later, and was divorced by his wife when
Bettie was 10. She and some of her siblings were placed for a time in an
orphanage. She attended high school in Nashville, and was almost a
straight-A student, graduating second in her class.

She graduated from Peabody College, a part of Vanderbilt University in
Nashville, but a teaching career was brief. "I couldn't control my
students, especially the boys," she said. She tried secretarial work,
married Billy Neal in 1943 and moved to San Francisco, where she modeled
fur coats for a few years. She divorced Mr. Neal in 1947, moved to New York
and enrolled in acting classes.

She had a few stage and television appearances, but it was a chance meeting
that changed her life. On the beach at Coney Island in 1950, she met Jerry
Tibbs, a police officer and photographer, who assembled her first pinup
portfolio. By 1951, the brother-sister photographers Irving and Paula Klaw,
who ran a mail-order business in cheesecake, were promoting the Bettie Page
image with spike heels and whips, while Bunny Yeager's pictures featured
her in jungle shots, with and without leopards skins.

Her pictures were ogled in Wink, Eyeful, Titter, Beauty Parade and other
magazines, and in leather-fetish 8- and 16-millimeter films. Her first name
was often misspelled. Her big break was the Playboy centerfold in January
1955, when she winked in a Santa Claus cap as she put a bulb on a Christmas
tree. Money and offers rolled in, but as she recalled years later, she was
becoming depressed.

In 1955, she received a summons from a Senate committee headed by Senator
Kefauver, a Tennessee Democrat, that was investigating pornography. She was
never compelled to testify, but the uproar and other pressures drove her to
quit modeling two years later. She moved to Florida. Subsequent marriages
to Armond Walterson and Harry Lear ended in divorce, and there were no
children. She moved to California in 1978.

For years Ms. Page lived on Social Security benefits. After a nervous
breakdown, she was arrested for an attack on a landlady, but was found not
guilty by reason of insanity and sent to a California mental institution.
She emerged years later as a born-again Christian, immersing herself in
Bible studies and serving as an adviser to the Billy Graham Crusade.

In recent years, she had lived in Southern California on the proceeds of
her revival. Occasionally, she gave interviews in her gentle Southern
drawl, but largely stayed out of the public eye — and steadfastly refused
to be photographed.

"I want to be remembered as I was when I was young and in my golden times,"
she told The Los Angeles Times in 2006. "I want to be remembered as a woman
who changed people's perspectives concerning nudity in its natural form."

Thursday, November 06, 2008

First time........


I remember her as my first love or better yet my first fuck. I was 17 and just a shy goof of a kid, I was too busy trying to get in to a good college too notice anything in life. I was paying my own way; so good grades, football and a spare job took up all my time. Even as a teenager coffee was a good friend to me. It was a the day before Thanksgiving and school was out so I has spent the day working in the neighborhood raking leaves ,cleaning gutters and a few last mows to try to get a little spare cash in my pockets. I also I have to admit I looked a mess. More of a serial killer looks instead of college student. My hair was long and shaggy, very "Seattle grunge". Long black curls masked my face. I wore flannel shirts because they were warm and comfy,not to be cool like the grundge kids.
The Sun had started to dip below the tree line before I had decided that I needed a haircut. I went to the local barber and of course he was gone for the long weekend. My next best choice was the local Super Cuts in the strip mall. Maybe not as manly as the barber but I figured just as good. I walked in and I saw her as she was sweeping up the place. "..Be with ya in 1 minute" she yelled from the back of the store. She put her broom away and walked toward the front of the store. I could tell even with her hair pulled up and small glasses on she must have been smokin' hot back in prime. I was guessing she was all of 30 years old almost doubling my age then. She stood about 5'6" with dark hair and olive skin. Her lips still wore flawless lipstick even though it was late in the day. I would guess like me there was some Latino in her back ground. She smiled and giggled slightly as she looked at me. "Hey, I know you. You’re Ricky, Michael’s friend." She said to me while grabbing a sip of her diet coke through a straw. My shyness kicked in "Yes ma mn" I said as I starred at the floor, not knowing what else to say. "I'm Marla, his auntie. We met at your homecoming game, too bad you guys lost. And its Marla not ma mm! "
She walked up to the front door, spun the lock and flipped the sign to closed. Looking over her glasses she said to me "Ricky you’re my last cut of the day. It’s been a long long day." After washing my hair she sat me down at the back of the store and placed the drop cloth around my neck. Maybe I was just cold from working outside all day, but I could feel the warmth off of her body as she stood behind me combing my hair. I could feel her breasts against the side of my head as she clipped my sides. I could also feel a stirring in my pants. The mirror showed me her curves as Marla moved to grab her tools and combs. She was more woman than the high school girls I was used to being with in high school. She was a real woman with real hips , curves and lips. She was wearing a low cut blouse underneath her apron. Her b-cup cleavage jiggled as she brushed my hair in to position. Then she caught me looking at her in the mirror. I blushed as she smiles coyly. She took off her apron "it’s getting warm in here." Looking back at this she knew what she was doing; Looking back at this I has no clue what I was doing. Her sweater was short enough to almost be a belly shirt. Quick peeks of tan skin show from under her shirt as she walks around me adjusting her clippers. I feel my self start to get excited watching Marla work and brush my hair.
In a few minutes she finishes her cut and removes the cloth from around my neck. "Ricky give me your shirt and Ill toss it in the dryer to shake the hairs off of it. Sweep the floor and the haircuts on the house." She says while waiting for me to undress. Of course all I think about is the free hair cut. SCORE! I grab the broom as she tosses my shirt in to the dryer and quickly get to work. "Ricky, look at your muscles. Do you work out a lot?" She softly touches my stomach as she walks past me toward the windows. Marla pulls the shades and kills the outside lights. "It will be a few minutes for your shirt would you like a beer?" She says as she moves again in to the back room. I hear two bottles pop open even before I can give her an answer. Marla walks out of the back room with two beers and a smile. “Ricky, you got a girlfriend?” she asks while handing me a bottle of Miller. “Not right now. I'm just to busy trying to finish the year and save money for next year.”
The cold beer goes down quickly as I finish sweeping her floor. She sits on her spinning chair and watches me work. To be truthful I didn't notice much but I swear she was smiling the entire time. DING. "Shirts done. You want another beer?" Marla yells as she walks away. I watch her tush move in her black jeans. Hips sway left and right with each step I'm lost in thought. Her ass was full and round not like the girls in high school with their all too thin frames. She walks in with my shirt and a second round of beers. Marla moves close to me and softly touches my cheek. I want to pull away I want to be pulled in by her. I'm both scared and excited. Her hand slowly pulls me close to her and she kisses me on the lips. I'm shocked but I also wanted this kiss since the moment I saw her. Marla smells of roses and a touch of smoke. She places one of my hands on her backside,The other on her breasts. Her own hands hold my back and face. Her mouth moves from my lips to my neck, from my neck to my chest and from there to my stomach.
In one practiced motion she pulls her own shirt off and throws it on a chair in back. As we kiss her hands hold my cock through my jeans. Slowly rubbing it and holding it. "Let's get these off of you. Their all too tight" she says while she tugs them off of me. I kick my shoes and blue jeans off and across the floor. My erection shows clearly through my briefs. Marla slowly kneels in front of me and kisses my inner thigh. Slowly and with purpose she moves across my manhood and kisses the other thigh. My hands caress her cheek as she pulls my shorts off of me. Exposed and under fluorescent lights I really do not believe what is happening to me. Marla looks up at me and removes her black bra. Her breasts jiggle slightly with each movement she makes; dark nipples harden in the late Autumn air. Marla grabs my cock with her right hand and slowly strokes it. She looks at me and winks before kissing it on the head. Her tongue circles the glans while she welcomes me in to her mouth. Slowly sliding her hand up and down the shaft while slowly sucking it like a lollipop. Her tight grip feeling very comforting. Every movement she makes is slow and deliberate. I have had other blow jobs before but never like this. This was no rush job in her parents basement or sticky fumbling s in the back of my dads' car. She was a woman and Marla was in complete control and in no rush to finish me off. She had other plans in mind for us before this was through.
I caressed her face has she mouthed me. The warmth and wetness of her mouth was driving me insane. I wanted to fill her mouth with my cum. Every soft curl of her tongue felt wonderful. Her hands kept a tight even tempo on the length of my cock. “Oh my god” I could hear my self whisper to her in the back room. “Oh we're not done yet? Are we?” She said while still holding my cock in her hand. “Take your socks off you look silly; get on the couch.”
Without thinking or asking any questions my socks were off and I sat on the beat up red velvet couch in the back room. Marla followed me to the sofa and slowly removed her black jeans and kicked off her own high heeled shoes. She wore black see through lace panties and as far as I could tell no tan lines anywhere on her body. Her skin looked flawless as she undressed for me. “I hate these lights” she said while turning on a smaller table lamp and turning off the overhead fluorescent lights. “Tell me the truth Ricky, Are you a virgin?” She said as she smiled at me. “Be honest or all this stops.”
What do I say? The truth is I was a virgin. Yes I had been with girls but just had never gone all the way. Did she want me to say no and assume that I knew what the hell I was doing? Honesty was always my best quality so...I hung my head “Marla, I am a virgin.” Part of me was ashamed of that fact. The other parts did not care because there was a beautiful nude Latina woman in front of me.
Marla took off her panties and held them in her hand. I could see that she kept her box well trimmed. I guess any hairstylist would do that for her self. “Don't worry baby, Mommas' gonna take are of that right now. “ She said to me as she jumped on the couch and lowered her self on to my hard cock. She was wet, tight and ready to go. Her hands held on to my shoulders as she slowly raised and lowered her self on to me. Her tempo increased as we got used to each other. Faster and deeper with every stroke. Without warning she covered my nose with her panties. The smell of her pussy in her panties and the way she felt was driving me crazy. Marla began to pinch my nipples hard as she rode me. My own hands held on to her hips as she bucked. “Spank my ass!” Marla yells to me in between long slow strokes. I do as obeyed, My right hand reaches past her and smacks it. SMACK SMACK. The sound of me spanking her ass echoes off the storeroom walls. SMACK. I slowly caress her cheeks between each smack. Again and again I spank her until her cheeks are a soft rose color. Marla's own hot sweat covers my chest and arms. It drips off her tan breasts with her rocking back and forth and on to my belly. As an older woman she is really fit. I can feel my self building to my own orgasm. Her own pussy juices run down my swollen cock. Faster and harder with each stroke. I look deeply in to her eyes as she grinds away and see pure lust. Dark brown eyes look in to me as a low growl builds in her throat. “I want you to cum inside me.” Marla whispers before kissing me on my lips. Her own tongue entwines my own. Faster harder and deeper the strokes continue. I rake my nails across her back as I kiss her breasts and hold her nipple in between my teeth. What starts as a small twinge deep inside of me grows in to its own electric wave. It starts low and deep and travels the length of my spine in to my skull. I don't want her to stop fucking me. I can feel her pussy and ass begin to spasm as I begin to cum deep inside of her. My hands become tight fists as I lose control and fill her with my hot jizz. Each contraction is shared by the other lover. Our tempos relax and slow with each soft movement she makes. The smell of musky sex and sweat fills the room as we slowly come to our senses.
She sits on my lap and kisses me long and deep. Hands feeling every square inch of each others body. I love the way she kisses me on the neck while playing with my nipples. I slowly take each breast in to my mouth as if it were a ripe fruit. I taste her skin and sweat and feel the heat of her body on mine. Her entire body seemed to glow in the soft table light. Marla squeezes her pussy tight keeping my cock hard deep inside of her. I feel how wet we both are as we continue our gentle touches. She was amazing to watch let alone feel her mount my cock. The looks she gave me as she came make me want to do it again.
Marla slowly slides off of me and sits next to me on the sofa. “Get on your knees” she says as she spreads her legs and shows me her sex; Wet, pink and dripping with my cum. “I want you to go down on me” She strokes my face with whispering it in my ear. My knees hit the cold tile of the back room floor and I begin to nuzzle her inner thighs. Slowly I begin to kiss closer and closer to her wet sex. I tongue her pussy in long even strokes, the taste of her sex and my own cum sends a current down my spine. Her lips blossom and swell as I kiss them. Marla moves her hand down and parts her outer lips to give me room to tongue inside her. I hold her engorged clit in between my lips and circle my tongue around it. Each small circle on her button causes Marla to arch her back ever so slightly. Her free hand runs through my hair holding my head in place and sometimes pushing my face slightly deeper. I kiss each fold and curve of her wet pussy while she writhes in pleasure. Her own deep breathing begins to become quick gasps and I increase my speed and focus on her clit. Again her groans start to fill the room as I feast on her engorged sex. I slowly insert two fingers inside my lover and slowly move them in and out while mouthing her wet box. With each passing minute she becomes wetter and wetter. Her legs move from being on my side to her feet right on my shoulders as she grasps my head with both hands. Marla motions begin to match my own movements. I continue to finger her pussy with long deep even strokes. Every stroke of my fingers matched by my mouth. Round and round, Up one side and down each set of lips. Her legs start to tighten as her breathing deepens to gasps. I feel small muscles inside of her snatch start to quiver as my fingers move inside of her. In one large whole body spasm her back buckles. Her legs tighten around my head as I hear a single word fill the room. “God”. Marlas' hands pull me in to her and just as quickly let me go as she cums. Her light brown skin blushes a shade of pink across her chest and slowly fades back to a flawless tan.
I kneel for a second as Marla comes back to her senses on the cold tile wondering “what next?” Marla hand me a beer from the side table and gives me a long wet kiss on my lips. “I love the taste of my pussy and cum.” she says while taking a long pull off her beer. “Mmmmm that was fun.” She says as I play with her still swollen pussy lips. Acting on my own cue I turn to face my lover and push her back against the couch. With out missing a beat Marla spreads her legs and moves them on either side of me. She pulls me in with her calves in to a missionary position and I slide my throbbing cock in to her tight pink sex. Again the warmth of her box make me want to cum on the spot. I slide deep in to her with the first stroke and slowly pull back. I move in to Marla again and again with deep deliberate movements. Slow and steady. She watches me with a smile on her face as I enjoy her body. Her hands move across my back as if to pull me deeper in to her. Her warm hand feel good in the cool back room. They feel reassuring,guiding and loving on my skin. With every stroke I feel her grip on my back tighten. Her dark eyes look in to mine as I drive her in to the red sofa. Harder and faster I ride her. Every thrust to the hilt. Marlas wet pussy welcoming me in to it. Harder and harder with each stroke. I really don't care if she cums or not, this ones all about me. She arches her back as I mover her legs on to my shoulders. Her nails press in to my skins as my cock glides in to her pink. Faster deeper. I watch as Marla one hand off my back and on to her pussy. She quickly beings to rub her clit as I keep fucking her pussy. Quicker and deeper. She starts off slowly by toying with her self and soon finds a quicker beat. Hands moving and cocks pumping Marla again starts a long slow moan. My heart is ready to pound right out of my chest. The room does not exist for me as I can only see her dark eyes. The sofa starts to slide against the cheep back room carpeting with each deep stroke. Her head falls back as her own orgasm starts. Her low moan grows to a loud cheer of “yea yea yea”. Her pussy feels even more wet than before as I continue pump deep in her. “Don't you dare cum” she tells me. “I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste all of you”. I can feel her legs quiver as she cums. I pull my cock out of her snatch and Marla quickly moves to put it in her mouth again. Her tongue quickly glides around the head, her hand moves in quick pumps on the slicked shaft. She knows what she is doing and how to do it. Between strokes I can her her mew-ing softly letting me know that she is enjoying this as much as I am. Her mouth tightens for a second and then she continues to pump hard. Slowly Marla takes a bit more of my cock in to her mouth with each stroke. I can feel my self against the back of her throat as she deep throats it all in. Her warm hands cup my balls as she holds me in her mouth. Again and again she licks the entire length of my manhood. The wet warmth of her mouth begs me to cum inside. My toes begin to curl as I again feel the slow build of my orgasm. Small muscles in my legs and back start to lose control. My hands clench and release in anticipation of it. I reach out and pull her head on to the length of my cock and it starts. The spurt of warm jizz catches her across the lips as she quickly moves to catch it all in her mouth. Marla slowly keeps tempo with her mouth as I cum in her. Again and again small spasms crawl down my spine and through my dick. Marla looks in to my eyes as she licks the cum off her lips and in to her mouth. “Now, thats why I like college men. Your always ready to go”. She says to me as she kisses me on the lips. I can taste both of our sex as I kiss her. “I have to lock up and go home to feed my Husband.” She says as she gathers our clothes.
We laugh and giggle as we dress in the back room and share one more beer. I went home after that and took a long shower and a quick nap before going out with the boys for beers. The holiday came and went with out much fanfare. Turkey and stuffing and the usual treats. Marla and I became much closer through the next year. I never told any one who and when I lost my virginity to, no one would believe it anyways. In the span of one short Summer she taught me how to live and love a woman. In the beginning Fall I did leave town and go to college down state. I would come in once or twice a year for a shave and a haircut. I had even snuck in between semesters just to say hello to Marla. I think she appreciated the 6 hour car ride for me to come in. During my last year of school I came in to see her only to find that Marla had moved. The other girls at her work say it happened quickly. No one had any forwarding address for her and I think thats the way she wanted it. I think that was best for me too. It gave me a chance to grow in to the man she helped me become. In my memories and dreams she will always be my beautiful dark eyed lover. So to Marla where ever you are ....Happy Thanksgiving.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Yeah.....Its halloween time...



I love costumes on a woman......

Monday, October 27, 2008

"Thank you"

Thank you for your positive comments. I will continue to write when I am
able to. I am in the middle of a short story of Ricky first time , I'll put
it up within the week (as time allows)... ahhh the 1980's ...... I'm glad
that people enjoy what I put out there. Please let me know what you would
like me to write about I'll be happy to do it.... . Peace.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

..test...

Its been over a year since I've posted here. I have been just not feeling
in the loving mood. No want nor need for a story. The ladies I used to
write to have come and gone on to bigger and better things. All but one.
Part of me wants to shut this down and another part of me really enjoys
writitng these dirty little stories.......

For now I'll keep it up and I will try to write like I used to
write...... Thanks again....

Monday, September 29, 2008

The list.....




You wanted a list of things that I would like from you for my 40th birthday, you wanted a long list so here ya go. .....to Woman on the verge.




I would want to go on a date with you. I would pick you up and go to a light dinner and the show. To sit and have a drink after a movie, a smoke outside in the evening air....




We would hold hands and talk as if no time had passed between each other. Smiling, laughing and looking in to each others eyes. Letting time drop away.




I get up to go outside to smoke and you grab me and kiss me on the lips. The scent of your perfume and skin would cause me to remember the times I had with you. Touches, kisses and scents race across my mind.




You would laugh and blame the Blue Moon for the kiss. We both know better, Its what we missed and somewhere in the back of our minds needed from each other.




As the night goes on and a few more drinks and I would offer to drive you home. You accept the offer and we drive off in to the evening with the windows down. Laughing and listening to the music, holding hands in the dark.




We pull up to your house and I go to kiss your cheek. You turn your face and plant one on my lips again. I feign resistance and hold you to me as we kiss.




Seconds in to minutes to kiss and moan softly to each other while our hands touch each other. I softly hold your face in my hand as I kiss you. You move my hand to feel your breasts. Your head arches back ever so slightly. I smile as I remember your small movements and soft sounds.




Without saying a word you leave my car ans start for your stairs. One step, two step and now three. "You coming up or or you going home?" You say to me as you fiddle for your keys.




The devil in me can't say no to a beautiful woman. I walk up the stairs behind you watching your hips sway with every step. Your door opens and we go inside. Your purse drops to the floor as you turn and kiss me again. The door shuts as I bite you softly on the nape of your neck."god" you whisper as I press you close to me.




I can feel the heat of your body and your breasts against my chest. I run my hands under your shirt and rake my nails across your back. You mouth the sound “ahhh” with out making a sound. Your hands run across the tattoos on my back before you pull me close to you. You grind your hips against my manhood.




You pull my shirt over my head and kiss me on my neck. Your teeth move across the skin on my chest before you take a small bite. Without thinking I press your head against my chest as to beg for more. Playfully you tweak my nipple. You smile as you quickly take me by my hand and lead me to your bed room. Boots, shoes and shirts leave a trail down the hallway. I swear I think I heard you whistle as you walk ahead of me.




Again you kiss me and quickly excuse your self to the girls room and disappear. The white comforter seems to glow in the moon light. A minute or two pass and you come out of the washroom dressed in lace. Your body held taught by a corset and stockings. The black lace contrasts against your soft pale skin in the moon light. Your deep red lips almost seem black as you smile ear to ear in the near dark. My jaw drops as I gaze at your beauty....




I try to pull you close to me but you push me away, but stay at arms reach. You tug at my belt and zipper and my pants drop to the floor. In one motion you pull my shorts off and mouth my cock. Your hands push me to the bed and on to my back. Your lips and mouth feel hot in the early Autumn night. You remember exactly how I like it a slow even tempo. Your tounge moves around the glans as you almost take it all in to your mouth. I hear you making soft mewing sounds and you seem to enjoy your self.




Your pacing slowly increases as you get to deep throating my cock. Faster, wetter and tighter. My toes curl in the feeling of anticipation. Without warning you stop. "Stand up and Fuck my mouth". I stand as ordered and again you take my in to your mouth. You place your hands behind your corset. I start slowly moving myself in and out of your mouth. Slowly increasing my tempo as not to hurt you. The sensations build as now your own noises increase. I hold the back of your head as I continue to fuck your mouth. The pressure builds small contractions start in the base of my spine...







You feel me start to cum in your mouth and quickly grab my ass tightly,you draw me in to you with a rabid fervor. I feel my self pulse and contract as a the orgasm passes through me like a wave. The tempo slows but you do not take your mouth off my organ. Your wild eyes look at me through the low light of your bed room while your lips glisten with cum and saliva. You stand up and kiss me full on the lips. The taste of my own cum and the feel of your tounge keep me hard.




16. Slowly and deliberately you lower your self on to your bed. The white sheets and black nylons make your skin glow. I kneel in front of you as you spread your legs. I move in to devour your sex. "No" you say in a stern yet soft voice. You move a pillow behind your head as you draw out your metallic vibrator from underneath. A small unassuming silver bullet starts to hum. Your head tilts back as you place it on your swollen clit. Your shaved box shimmers in the moon light from being moist. Your fingers and bullet move around your most sensitive of places. Round and round they move around your engorged lips. Every minute or so you move a finger inside yourself.




Your back arches in tempo with your machine. Your eyes lock on to mine and seem to glaze over as you let out a deep throaty moan. You body bucks in an uncontrolled spasm and your breathing deepens. Your pale skin blushes pink as your orgasm runs its course. You seem to shimmer in a light sweat and you let out a small giggle. "Its better if I get the first one out of the way".

I drop to my knees and move closer to you. I slide in to kiss your inner thighs. Left first then right. I move in to kiss your flower. Lips move slowly around each fold. Down and around and moving through the center. I caress your clit with my tounge and enjoy my sexual feast.

Slowness give way to speeder motions. Each movement guided by the movement of your body. The way you move, moan, arch your back and run your fingers through my salt and pepper hair. “Play with my ass” You say to me and to no one in general. I wet my fingers with your own juices and gently find your anus. My tounge circles your pussy as fingers touch and ever so slowly slide inside your back side.

Pants grow deeper. Legs move on their own accord. You grab my hair and pull me in to you. One finger becomes two as you slowly stretch for me. “god, don't stop” I open mouth kiss your box with reckless abandon. Juices and saliva flow on to your sheets as you cum. Your legs squeeze the sides of my head in a loving embrace.

Eyes locked on to mine. You slowly slide your self bad from the edge of the bed. With out talking I know my cue. I move forward my self and slide my cock in to your wet sex. The first thrust moves in slowly and deep. Slowly we start moving together increasing our sexual tempo. Our eyes locked on to each other. Your breast sway with with each deep pump. I feel your nails rake down my back as if to drive me deeper in to you.

Your hands push me off of you so you can change your position. You move to get your self comfortable as you get on all fours. Your nylons and corset frame your body as you move your bottom higher in the air. Again I slowly slide my self inside of you. I place one hand on your shoulder and the other of the corset for support. Your head drop forward with each thrust.

Small thrust become longer. Soft thrust become harder. Deeper and harder with each movement. Your hands ball themselves in to fists as we move together. You feel my hands grip tighter to your shoulder and the back of your neck. As I feel my orgasm start to build.

You lower your head against the pillows raising your backside higher in the air. I hold your hips. My fingers holding silk and lace as I drive my self deeper in to you. You breathing gets deeper and faster. I can feel you playing with your own clit as I move in pace with you. Deeper, harder, quicker. I feel the sensation in the base of my spine. I grab you by the hair as I again cum inside of you. You arch your back hard as you cum with me . Our moans echo across the room. Quivering, hot and wet we slide apart from each other.

Our heavy breathing fills the room. The smell of sex hangs heavy as we just sit in the stillness. No sounds no speaking. Hearts thumping in time. I lay next to you and kiss you on the lips. Minutes pass and then “I want a coke and some oreos, you want one?” You say to me as you slowly get up to go to the washroom. I light a smoke and inhale deeply. I smile to my self as I hear the door close behind you. I had missed you for so long.

Within a minute you hand me an opened Coke. The sweet hard taste burns my throat as it goes down. I finish my smoke and you slide on to my lap. We kiss. Slowly and with purpose. Each movement matched by the other. I mouth your pink nipples as the corset holds your breasts high. You lean in to me and whisper “Happy Birthday Old man”.

You push me on to my back and slide next to me. The moon dips as the night goes on. We sleep and I find myself holding you tight through the night. In the pre-dawn hours I get dressed and kiss you on the cheek before leaving. I notice a card on your nightstand with my name on it. “Happy 40th old man.....Next year I turn 40 my self and I hope we can do this again, Your Beauty” . I smile as I let you rest..........”good night doll”.

Monday, July 23, 2007

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