Monday, June 15, 2009
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Hey my faithful followers! I am moving my ass (ok, not just my ass, but the whole damn blog) over to www.pandadementia.com. I'll keep this blog up for at least a while, but all new stuff will be put up over there! I hope you'll follow me over there and subscribe there, too! Upward and onward! <3!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
His Show
He rushed into his media room and turned on the monitor. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t have missed anything. “Damn traffic,” he thought. “Why was it so damn heavy at 8 o’clock in the evening?” He loathed missing even a second of his nightly show.
As the screen flickered on, though, he saw that he was just in time. She was just walking into the bathroom. He was hoping this wouldn’t be just a shower night, but with his powerful pinhole cameras, he could see the tension and stress on her beautiful face and he knew it was bath time.
He sat back in his plush but firm leather chair and watched intently as she slowly stripped out of her skirt and blouse, dropping them haphazardly on the floor. He used his remote control to zoom in for a better look as she pulled off her panties and freed her bountiful breasts from their restraints.
She moved her petite frame around the large bathroom, turning on the hot water in the tub, setting up her stereo with one of her favorite bath time CDs (he couldn’t tell which yet but was pretty sure it was either Jack Johnson, Jason Mraz or Matt Nathanson) and lighting candles. Her breast swayed deliciously in time with her hips and he found himself growing rigid already.
She bent over the tub to pour some bath salts in, giving camera #1, positioned in the wall opposite the tub, a perfect shot of her firm ass and her thick pussy lips. Camera #2, set at a downward angle in the wall above the shower nozzle, caught the bouncing of her breasts as she leaned over. He licked his lips and opened his fly, exposing his hard cock to the cool air.
When the tub was full, she turned off the water, pressed play on the stereo (it was Matt Nathanson after all), turned off the lights and stepped into the candle-lit bath. She sank down into the steamy water and he could see the stress melt away from her face as the water enveloped her, leaving only her head and the tips of her tits exposed to the air.
For about 20 minutes she was still and he thought she may have fallen asleep. He took the opportunity to look her over, this woman that he’d seen so many times in the past few months. Every time, though, he was amazed at how beautiful, how sensual she was. Her thick auburn hair was now piled on top of her head, her luscious lips were slightly parted as she breathed deeply, her curvy yet slender body the perfect shade of healthy bronze. He gently stroked himself as he took every inch of her in.
Though she seemed completely relaxed, he knew from experience that her baths weren’t complete without one final release of tension. She proved him correct as her hands started to roam, fingernails tracing patterns on her skin. Over the rhythmic music, he could hear her start to moan as one hand pinched her nipples and the other ventured between her legs.
It wasn’t long before her hand left her sweet spot and reached to the basket next to the tub. Without looking, she picked up what she was looking for: an oddly shaped, pink vibrator. He noticed that this one seemed to be her new favorite toy, ever since she had gotten her new order a few weeks ago.
She draped one leg over the side of the tub and brought the vibrator down between her thighs. Zooming in camera #2, he could see that the she was using the nub of the vibrator to trace along her pussy, from her clit down to her ass and back up. Circling the nub around her clit, her moans became louder and he stroked himself faster.
She then flipped the vibrator over and cradled her clit in the cupped side. Her fingers pulled at her nipples as she held the powerfully vibrating tool to her clit. His hips bucked in time with hers as they both got closer and closer to climax. Her scream of ecstasy erupted just as his seed did. They both collapsed, her against the coolness of the tub, him against the coolness of the leather chair, and waited for their breathing to slow down.
He started to clean himself up, eyes still glued on the screen, and she placed the vibrator back in the basket, pulled the plug on the tub and stood up, wrapping a towel around herself. A small smile played on her lips as she stepped out of the tub, turned on the lights, turned off the stereo and blew out the candles. She began to leave the bathroom but paused and turned around. Looking straight at the camera, straight through to him, she said, “Good night,” and walked out of the bathroom.
As the screen flickered on, though, he saw that he was just in time. She was just walking into the bathroom. He was hoping this wouldn’t be just a shower night, but with his powerful pinhole cameras, he could see the tension and stress on her beautiful face and he knew it was bath time.
He sat back in his plush but firm leather chair and watched intently as she slowly stripped out of her skirt and blouse, dropping them haphazardly on the floor. He used his remote control to zoom in for a better look as she pulled off her panties and freed her bountiful breasts from their restraints.
She moved her petite frame around the large bathroom, turning on the hot water in the tub, setting up her stereo with one of her favorite bath time CDs (he couldn’t tell which yet but was pretty sure it was either Jack Johnson, Jason Mraz or Matt Nathanson) and lighting candles. Her breast swayed deliciously in time with her hips and he found himself growing rigid already.
She bent over the tub to pour some bath salts in, giving camera #1, positioned in the wall opposite the tub, a perfect shot of her firm ass and her thick pussy lips. Camera #2, set at a downward angle in the wall above the shower nozzle, caught the bouncing of her breasts as she leaned over. He licked his lips and opened his fly, exposing his hard cock to the cool air.
When the tub was full, she turned off the water, pressed play on the stereo (it was Matt Nathanson after all), turned off the lights and stepped into the candle-lit bath. She sank down into the steamy water and he could see the stress melt away from her face as the water enveloped her, leaving only her head and the tips of her tits exposed to the air.
For about 20 minutes she was still and he thought she may have fallen asleep. He took the opportunity to look her over, this woman that he’d seen so many times in the past few months. Every time, though, he was amazed at how beautiful, how sensual she was. Her thick auburn hair was now piled on top of her head, her luscious lips were slightly parted as she breathed deeply, her curvy yet slender body the perfect shade of healthy bronze. He gently stroked himself as he took every inch of her in.
Though she seemed completely relaxed, he knew from experience that her baths weren’t complete without one final release of tension. She proved him correct as her hands started to roam, fingernails tracing patterns on her skin. Over the rhythmic music, he could hear her start to moan as one hand pinched her nipples and the other ventured between her legs.
It wasn’t long before her hand left her sweet spot and reached to the basket next to the tub. Without looking, she picked up what she was looking for: an oddly shaped, pink vibrator. He noticed that this one seemed to be her new favorite toy, ever since she had gotten her new order a few weeks ago.
She draped one leg over the side of the tub and brought the vibrator down between her thighs. Zooming in camera #2, he could see that the she was using the nub of the vibrator to trace along her pussy, from her clit down to her ass and back up. Circling the nub around her clit, her moans became louder and he stroked himself faster.
She then flipped the vibrator over and cradled her clit in the cupped side. Her fingers pulled at her nipples as she held the powerfully vibrating tool to her clit. His hips bucked in time with hers as they both got closer and closer to climax. Her scream of ecstasy erupted just as his seed did. They both collapsed, her against the coolness of the tub, him against the coolness of the leather chair, and waited for their breathing to slow down.
He started to clean himself up, eyes still glued on the screen, and she placed the vibrator back in the basket, pulled the plug on the tub and stood up, wrapping a towel around herself. A small smile played on her lips as she stepped out of the tub, turned on the lights, turned off the stereo and blew out the candles. She began to leave the bathroom but paused and turned around. Looking straight at the camera, straight through to him, she said, “Good night,” and walked out of the bathroom.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
MfM - Thunder
Was I nervous? Yes. Was I afraid I'd mess something up? Hell yes. Did I dive right in (no pun intended)? You bet your ass I did. There's no way to know if you can do something or if you're good at something without just jumping right in and trying it.
She encouraged me as I hesitantly ran my tongue up the length of her slit. She tasted so incredibly sweet, her skin and her clit felt so electric against my tongue. I explored her folds, probed her dark spaces, reveled in the slight bucks of her hips as I hit the right spots. As the twitches and moans became more consistent, I knew I was heading in the right direction. As her legs clamped around my head and her moans became thunder in my ears, her hips bucking her pussy harder against my mouth, I knew that I had it. I attacked her pussy with even more fervor, sucking hungrily on her pulsating clit, introducing my fingers to her G-spot, causing the thunder to crash louder and louder around my head. One final, bed-shaking boom exploded in my ears, her thighs squeezed my head, her juices flowed out of her and coated my mouth and my face, and then all was quiet, all was still.
She encouraged me as I hesitantly ran my tongue up the length of her slit. She tasted so incredibly sweet, her skin and her clit felt so electric against my tongue. I explored her folds, probed her dark spaces, reveled in the slight bucks of her hips as I hit the right spots. As the twitches and moans became more consistent, I knew I was heading in the right direction. As her legs clamped around my head and her moans became thunder in my ears, her hips bucking her pussy harder against my mouth, I knew that I had it. I attacked her pussy with even more fervor, sucking hungrily on her pulsating clit, introducing my fingers to her G-spot, causing the thunder to crash louder and louder around my head. One final, bed-shaking boom exploded in my ears, her thighs squeezed my head, her juices flowed out of her and coated my mouth and my face, and then all was quiet, all was still.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
MfM - Sunlight
Today was the first truly warm day of the summer and I was so grateful for it. You know how well that these nearly-constant thunderstorms for the past two weeks have really taken their toll on my psyche and, in turn, on our relationship. Today, as the clouds broke unexpectedly, a day that I just happened to be free from maternal responsibilities, it seemed like the perfect day to lay out on the balcony with a good book and to soak up the renewing rays.
I got a few chapters into my book before my mind started wandering. It seems like it has been so long since I felt your touch, heard your moans and whispers in my ear, experienced the ecstasy that always came along with our love-making. I started to think back to the last time we were together, before my moodiness took over everything. It had been so sensual, so loving, so... perfect.
My book fell to the side as my hands started wandering. I pulled my bikini top off and imagined that the warmth of the sun was the warmth of your body pressed to mine. I imagined that the leaves rustling in the trees were your whispers in my ear, urging me on. My fingers slipped beneath my bikini bottoms and started to explore and I felt just how wet thinking of you had made me. My fingers found my sweet spot and I imagined it was your tongue, lovingly caressing me to the most intense orgasm I'd ever had on my own.
Come home, baby. My sunlight is back.
I got a few chapters into my book before my mind started wandering. It seems like it has been so long since I felt your touch, heard your moans and whispers in my ear, experienced the ecstasy that always came along with our love-making. I started to think back to the last time we were together, before my moodiness took over everything. It had been so sensual, so loving, so... perfect.
My book fell to the side as my hands started wandering. I pulled my bikini top off and imagined that the warmth of the sun was the warmth of your body pressed to mine. I imagined that the leaves rustling in the trees were your whispers in my ear, urging me on. My fingers slipped beneath my bikini bottoms and started to explore and I felt just how wet thinking of you had made me. My fingers found my sweet spot and I imagined it was your tongue, lovingly caressing me to the most intense orgasm I'd ever had on my own.
Come home, baby. My sunlight is back.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Half-Nekkid Thursday - Pretty in Purple
One of the pieces in my small lingerie collection. Also, I believe, your first glimpse at the nips. You likee? ;) LOL
Monday, May 18, 2009
MfM - Balance
Finding the balance is tough. It's been over a year and I still haven't quite got it: the balance between mom and woman, between responsibilities and fun. My kids are my life, there is no doubt about that. But I couldn't live without embracing my womanhood, either, letting my sexuality and sensuality shine. Being a mom is a huge part of my life, but it does not define me. I was my own person before I had kids, I continue to be my own person now. I want to be riding a cock just as much as I want to be riding a merry-go-round. I love tasting a new pussy just as much as I love tasting a new flavor of ice cream. I'm as passionate about trying new positions as I am seeing my kids learn new things. Without my after-hours, carefree, "come and take me" sex-kitten side, I could not be a good mom to my boys. So both sides of my dual personality need to be represented, need to have their own time in my life. It's just a matter of finding the right balance. I am Mom, but I am also Woman. Hear me moan. ;)
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