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Someone sent me this erotic story. I asked if I could post it and he said yes, so here you are!

What I enjoy is reading from the man’s perspective, how a guy might talk about his cock or view a woman’s body, her clit or nipples. I hope you enjoy!

So here’s what happened…

When I boarded the Trailways bus in Denver about half the bus was probably people stranded in Denver by the airlines & they were in a pissed-off mood. I was one of the last to board & it was almost packed but I immediately spotted a full 3 seat vacant row right near the front about 4 rows behind the driver & jumped into it next to the window considering myself fortunate not to be near the back. About a minute later after I was seated this Hispanic girl got on and I think she was the last rider to board. In any case, those might have been the last 2 seats on the bus next to me. She took the one by the aisle leaving a seat between us which she stuck her stuff on. I took note of the fact that she was really short & petite, less than 5 feet tall (4’10 1/2″ I later found out), but she was also very cute, about 19 or 20. She had on jeans and a baggy sweatshirt & a Texas Longhorns baseball cap. Despite the sweatshirt, I could tell she was quite obviously packing a pretty impressive rack under there, especially for her size. She couldn’t have been more than 100 lbs. She wore glasses too, but nothing about her seemed unusual except that her hair was really long, like most of the way down her back long. We exchanged pleasantries as we left. She said her name was Judy & she was a UT student in Austin heading there from DFW so she had even further to go than me. 

The bus was supposed to head south to Colorado Springs & Pueblo & then east to Lamar Colorado before heading to the Texas panhandle where it would go south through Amarillo & Lubbock & then east to DFW. This is a 20-hour bus ride under normal conditions. This turned out to be anything but normal conditions though. It was about 5 pm when we left Denver. Halfway to the Springs, which is a 3 1/2 hour bus trip with stops at little towns on the way, it started snowing so hard that I was nervous about being on a bus in that weather. Little by little as we got closer to Colorado Springs, the people started getting off at various stops so that by the time we arrived maybe a third of the bus had gotten off. 

When we finally made it to the Springs another big group got off & then the driver announced to the rest of us that the roads to the east were being closed so they were going to keep going south and go through Albuquerque NM instead of through Lamar. This was going to be several hours out of the way farther than it would have been, which I wasn’t too happy about. A lot of people got off in Colorado Springs but only a couple more got on so the bus was now maybe 1/3 full.

It was now dark outside so I couldn’t see Judy that well, just by the light of these little aisle lights on the floor. We started talking more & she turned on her overhead light and pulled out a magazine to read but didn’t read it. I told her I was a grad student working in a psych hospital with teenagers in Dallas & this interested her. (I was about 30 at the time.) She said something about how her whole family should be in one cuz they were all nuts…anyway the conversation took its normal turn. We had nothing else to do so we just kept talking. I had put a camera bag on the seat beside us & she had her stuff there. She saw my Nikon 35mm when I reached into the bag for something & asked about it. I told her I was into photography as a hobbyist, a semi-professional who made a little money at it…this turned out to be a pivotal point in the conversation. She asked what kind of photography. I told her I shot a lot of documentary stuff, some corporate portfolio things & also some fashion & boudoir stuff. When she heard this she seemed to perk up. She asked me about shooting fashion & said she wished she were tall so she could model. Then she asked me what boudoir was…I felt a bit embarrassed but I told her it was shooting erotic photography with a romantic bedroom mood, the kind of stuff that’s usually called tasteful nudity. A big grin flashed across her face as she kind of stared at me over her glasses…she said, “I bet you like that huh”? Something about how she said it made me less self-conscious about it & I sort of laughed and nodded. The way she was teasing me with her eyes gave me a little thrill…or was I just imagining this? I had expected something less than her reaction…disgust maybe? Instead, she seemed to open up & become more friendly.

We pulled out of Colorado springs & began slowly rumbling down I-25. It was now well past 10 & from the looks of it, our bus was making about 40 MPH on the road. Few cars were out in this, mostly 4 wheel drive stuff & they were all moving faster than we were. Ahead of us lay Pueblo & Trinidad, an ugly little town known for having burned out hippies still living in communes & doctors who did a lot of sex change operations. Beyond it, the long road to Albuquerque. I’d made the trip in 9 hours from Denver in a car. This one would take 17. 

It was dark in the bus & by the time we’d rolled through Pueblo it was quiet. I strolled to the back where the porta-potty was & it seemed nobody was stirring. A few college age kids were asleep a half dozen rows behind us & most everyone was either crashed out or so still they appeared to be. I got back to the seat & Judy was digging around in a suitcase in the overhead locker for something. It turned out to be a blanket & pillow. I figured she was going to sleep. I climbed over her to my seat & pushed the seat back so I could do the same, but to my surprise she was suddenly in a more talkative mood. Soon she started talking about her ex…ugh, not what I wanted to hear about. Enrique or something, I gathered he was a psycho…but after a while though she got off on how they split up with him cheating, etc…the usual bullshit. Then she got quiet for a bit & asked if I was married. I told her about the shitty divorce, & the conversation drifted into how fucked up relationships are or something. 

Then she hit me with it…

“Was she good in bed”?

I wasn’t really expecting that question. I’m not sure why I answered it either, maybe b/c it was dark & she was a hot college girl, but I told her the truth, that that was the only thing about it I missed. She said something about her ex being too good which was the only reason she stayed as long as she did. You get the picture, right? We started down this trail & now there was only one way this would likely end. Soon we were having a more intimate conversation. I glanced around to see if anyone else was within earshot, but the bus made too much noise for anyone to pick up our conversation & nobody was within earshot anyway. 

Judy pulled the blanket up over her & shivered that she was cold. It was pretty cold. The windows were crusted over with ice & snow & the heat inside wasn’t enough to make up the difference to keep them clear. “At least you’re dressed warm,” I told her, & I think I said something about her wearing a sweatshirt. I asked if she was going to sleep and she said she couldn’t sleep on a bus. She pulled her legs up onto the seat & turned under the blanket so she was laying on her side facing me. I noticed she was no longer wearing her glasses. She propped the pillow up against the seat and leaned it back to match mine. Our faces were just inches apart & she asked if I wanted some of her blanket. “Fuck yeah” I was thinking as she pushed part of it over to me. I slid under it and there we were now, the two of us lying alongside each other. She moved her pillow even closer and the next thing I knew her face was suddenly burried in my chest. Instinctively I put my hand on the back of her head & cradled it against me. “You’re nice and warm” she said, & I felt her hands moving under the blanket to my chest. She rested it there for a few moments & then I felt her fingers slide between the buttons to reach my bare chest. She slid her nails over my nipple and rested the palm of her hand over my pectoral, cupping it in her hand. A moment later she’d undone a couple of buttons & peeled the shirt back. Her face moved over my chest & I felt her soft lips kiss my nipple. I pulled her closer & then her warm mouth was open and sucking my nipple very lightly. 

“That feels so good” I whispered, glancing back to see if anyone was watching. The bus was dark & quiet. Whe had at least 10-12 feet of space between us & the next passenger behind us. She responded by sliding her hand further around me to the back of my head & then her face was suddenly right in mind. I felt her soft lips press up against mine & as we kissed her mouth opened and her tongue invited mine inside. Her lips were soft as liquid silk & she was a magnificent kisser, this was obvious immediately. Her warm tongue knew just what to do. 

She slid closer to me. The armrest was up so there was nothing to keep us apart. Suddenly she was pressed up against me & I felt her fingers releasing the remaining shirt buttons. Her fingers ran lightly down my chest over my stomach & came to rest below my navel. She ran her nails around in little circles, sliding her hand inside the waistband of my jogging pants. With my free hand I sliped under her sweatshirt and my fingers immediately found the clasp of her bra in back. Years of practice paid off as I released her breasts with a single deft motion, unhooking her. As I did I slipped my other hand up the front of her shirt and soon I was rewarded with one of her heavy breasts in my hand. She moaned sllightly as I took hold of her nipple. The first thing that struck me was how fat her tits were. I knew they had to be at least D cups, maybe DD. Her tiny frame made them seem even bigger. As I pulled back her sweatshirt I buried my face between them. Her nipples were big…really big,& in the darkness I couldn’t see well enough but as I took the first one into my mouth I knew instantly that I had a girl with amazing tits. They were heavy but firm, very firm, but they were very obviously real. As I kissed her nipples I began to suck one. I ran my tongue over it teasing it and gently nibbled on it. Her fat nipples were the size of a 50 cent piece & I could feel them getting hard quickly as I explored first one then the other. 

A few minutes went by & then her fingers slid into my shorts and found my penis. I was already hard as a rock. My dick is not enormous, but it’s pretty thick. I’ve had some girls say it was too thick. I measure out about 7 1/2″ or so. Now it felt like it was more like 9″. I’d been erect almost since she put the blacket over us but now my cock felt like a steel spike. She ran her fingernails up and down the shaft and found my balls..and then she whispered in my ear, “I’m so horny, do you want to fuck me?” “Damn right” I managed. I reached down to undo her zipper on her jeans & to my shock I realized that somehow she’d taken them off. How she managed that I had no I idea, but when my hands ran down her abdomen I found nothing but her panties. Slipping my hand inside I discovered with delight that she was completely bald. I felt for her pussy mound, & her fat vulva was in my hand. Pulling my fingers together I pinched the top of her clitoral hood and what I felt between my fingers was a clit lover’s dream. She had a HUGE one. Stroking it slowly, she cooed and moaned gently & whispering in my ear she told me to put my fingers inside her. She lifted her leg under the blanket & I obliged her, sliding my middle & indiex finger over her pussy hole, I could feel that she was already wet. Her tiny body was so petite & she was curled up next to me so tight that every part of her was easily accessible. I slid both fingers cautiously into her vagina, first just barely, then deeper. Immediately I was greeted by an insanely wet fuck hole. She was literally dripping wet. I pushed inside her all the way and she groaned and thrust her pelvis onto my hand. Slowly I fingered her soaking wet vagina, then faster…building up speed. I sucked on her tits & pushed my other hand between her legs. I felt for her big fat clit and as I seized it, I realized it was the size of my thumb. Moisoning my fingers with her juice I masterbated her clit between my fingers, rollling that fat shaft slowsly as I lubed it with her own juices. I got down lower than her so soon I was pulling on her G-spot. She pushed her face into mind and her breathing was coming hot and heavy. She whispered that she wanted to cum, & a few moments later I felt her tight young hole clamp down on my fingers, her body started twitching and she grabbed my face and french kissed me just as her fountains opened and my hand was covered in her pleasure. She was amazingly verbal, whispering into my ear what it felt like & begging me not to stop. I continued finger fucking her & now I was also rubbing that fat little love button. She dug her nails into my back like she was trying to tear the flesh off & I felt her body shudder massively. She shook so hard I wondered if anyone could hear us but once again her pussy hole clamped down like a vice grip & she delivered a huge flood of hot girl juice. She forced her pussy onto my hand, riding it like it was a cock, grinding my fingers into her and as she did she was gasping into my ear every word of pleasure. 

“I want your cock inside me”…the words exploded into my ears like a shotgun blast. Before I could even consider the offer, I felt her fingers on my penis, and then as if by magic her head was in my lap and in one deft motion she swalled my entire cock balls deep. Her tongue slid up my shaft and she found my pee hold. She tried to push the tip of her soft tongue into my urethra & she flicked it back and forth. I was in 7th heaven as she gave me one of the most mind blowing blowjobs I’ve ever had. Even in our very public love nest, she didn’t half-ass anything. She worshipped my penis, stroking it with her tongue, licking and sucking my balls & then taking both of them into her mouth at once as she masturbated with her fingers. “I want you to fuck me deep baby”…give me that fat dick in my cunt, I want every inch of you.”

With the invitation, she was almost instantly rolling a condom onto my dick with her mouth. I hadn’t even had time to consider this problem since I wasn’t carrying protection, but she was prepared. She snuggled up to me and slamped her legs around me, & a moment later she had my penis buried inside her wet pussy. We fucked each other slowly at first, my dick stretching her tight young hole wide open as she took the thick shaft deeper inside her. She was whispering her delight and approval as I rocked back and forth. After a few minutes she said she wanted to change positions and she rolled onto her other side so I could take take her from behind. Her vagina was so wet I could hear my cock sloshing inside her pussy. Suddenly she was pulling me out, & in a flash she had climbed on top of me, mounting my penis beheath her. Her fat tits were hanging in face and I sucked on those magnificent nipples as she grinded on top of me. I reached down and started rolling her thick clit between my fingers. She rode slowly, then faster, until she was bouncing her ass & twerking her tiny hips on my dick. 

“Do you want to cum”? She asked me the question in my ear, whsipering it over and over, telling me she wanted to feel my dick cumming in her pussy. Then she ground her tight fuck hole over me, forcing my cock balls deep up inside her. I felt my penis explode in the comdom & seconds later she had another major orgasm. Her pussy was tight as a drum & it felt like she was sucking me with her mouth it was so good. She had fabulous control of her PC muscles & I felt her hot cum explode like a pussy volcano inside her hole even as I was still ejeculating inside her. 

We were french kissing and cumming together with her riding me cowgirl style on the seat of a Trailways bus in the middle of the night somewehre in New Mexico…this absurd thought was racing through my head. And then she had the condom off and her face was in my lap again. She was sucking my sperm off my penis. She drained my dick a second time minutes later as I had not had sex in a long while. I orgasmed into her throat as she greedily swallowed my cum and squeezed my ball sack like she wanted to drain every drop of it.

And then we both fell asleep.

Next time…we find out that we’re going to be stranded in Amarillo Texas for 11 hours as we miss the connecting bus in Albuquerque by 30 minutes. We find us a hotel…because we were nowhere near finished…& I had no idea how insanely ravenous this girl’s sex drive was.

So far I’ve written seven installments of the Donna Series. The latest I’ve taken it in a different direction. I’m always influenced by whatever I’m reading so when I’m reading crime and suspense that could be what inspires me. I might need some good suggestions as to where this will go. Regardless, I’m having fun write it.

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DONNA SERIES PART 7

Donna left Joe after taking a short nap in the late afternoon. With he curtain open rays of left over sunshine made patterns on their body while they snuggled into their after sex embrace. An unusual familiarity for these two strangers gap was closing and he filled her on how her day with them would unfold. “You see,” he spoke excitedly even though he speech sounded sleepy, lazy. “When we get to be honored with a woman that will do this for us we treat her like a queen before and after. During, however….we treat you like a slut that we own.” A playful grin decorated his face awaiting her response.

“Okay,  tell me more,” Donna encouraged him. In measured details he explains. “We don’t have you come to the conference hotel that we are staying. We’ll find one that is more luxurious for you. We book it for two days for you. All your meals are on us. If you want a massage, a pedicure, dinner with your friend..we just want you to feel valued. Before and after.”

“But not during?” Donna joked. 

“Yeah. You’re getting it. Can I tell you why we do this?” Joe asked. 

“Of course, tell me.” Donna slid an inch closer intertwining more into Joe’s legs, caressing his face while he began his story. She could imagine a partner like him.  

“We have not done this often, but the first time it was with a really wonderful woman. She was just an amazing person and loved sex. We all met in one of the guy’s rooms. Everything went great. What we did not expect is that one by one when each of us came we just wanted to…you know…like be a guy…go get some food, take a nap, go over something from work.”

Donna imagines vividly what that scene might look like. Or rather not look, but the shift in energy. How she has to leave, put her clothes on while all the guys say ‘Thanks!”, “That was awesome.”, or other neutral accolades. 

“We didn’t think about that she may need us to call her a taxi. Maybe get her some food. We just let her leave like it was nothing. She emailed us the next day telling us what assholes we were. And we were. Now we just figure we might as well over do it. We’re nice guys, good men. It’s not worth it if the woman, you…goes home unhappy. Point is none of us did any of the care taking.”

“I’m touched, Joe.” Donna felt her body relax even more, her heart open. “To be honest I would not have even thought to ask for those things for myself.”

“It’s an intense experience. You’ll be covered with cum and probably your own fluids since you are a squirted. It’s hot as hell.” Donna’s mind goes wild imagining the warmth of the sperm falling onto her face multiple times. “But check this out. I’m always curious and I researched it. Apparently men’s dopamine levels drop quickly after we cum. Women’s dopamine levels drop slowly, over a period of days.”

“Oh! So that means while you guys are all done, I’m still going. I’m still in it so to speak.”

Already Joe felt like a friend to her. Once home she sent him a quick email that she’s still on board. They planned for two weeks from Friday. Location to be determined. She was getting ready to order take out when suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. Strange, it’s 7pm and she did not order a pizza. Maybe Joe followed her? 

She looked through her peep hole and saw a short built man, dark glasses and dark blue blazer, brown complexion. Definitely Latino.  “Can I help you?”, she asked the stocky stranger. 

“Ma’am, I’m Special Agent Torres of the FBI.” And next comes he his official badge up to the peep hole. From the left of him was another agent, a striking older female. “I’m agent Millie, Donna.” Millie is a tall thin woman, beautiful like a willow tree.  A short Latino and a tall waify white woman, Donna imagines them sexually and cannot. They are too serious. They must not be here for that. Still she is thinking this is some kind of joke planned perhaps by her office friend. 

The woman, agent Millie begins to speak, her voice calm and soothing.  “I know this must be a surprise to see us at your door, can you let us in to talk? It’s a matter of national security. We’d rather not call you into the office or talk in the hall.”

Being familiar working with criminal cases as a law intern one summer she knew that their badges were valid. Nervous, Donna opens her door, steps aside and gives them the show case room arm wave to enter them in. She offers them a seat on her sofa while she take a chair facing them, but decides not to offer anything else. She assumes this is about a past case or perhaps current, an investigation of a client. 

“Donna, we are following a man. We think you were with one of his friends or colleagues this afternoon at a specific hotel.” Torres takes a photo from a folder and shows her. “Is this you? We just need to be sure.”

Donna feels like she is on trial, but reminds herself that they can’t possibly be here for consensual sex. “Ummm, yeah, it is” she replies meekly. 

Torres pulls another photo. Millie gives Donna a calm look, one that says they were not taking photos insider the hotel room. Donna lets out her breath that she didn’t realize she was holding and almost laughs with relief. It’s a photo of four men. Joe is second from the left. 

“That’s Joe.” She points to him regrettably since she likes Joe, but relieved if that is all they want. Of course, it’s not all they want. 

Millie starts. “We are looking for this man on the left.” She points to a tall man, or taller than Joe with graying hair. He looks like just a regular guy. They all look like your average American man in their early 40’s with the beginnings Dad bod.  She’s hoping he just didn’t pay his taxes a couple of years or maybe stole money from his company. 

“What is being accused of?” Donna pries with her interrogation voice. 

“Donna” Millie says, “It’s on a need to know basis unfortunately. It’s not in your best interest to know what this man has been up to. I’m going to get straight to the point. We need you to plant a bug on this man. His name is Dave. We aren’t going to tell you why. All you need to know is that your country needs you.”

“Ummm. Okay. Millie?”  Millie stares at Donna awaiting her response. “Do you understand why I am engaging with these men? They aren’t clients.”

Donna is confused. How can they be encouraging her to have a gang bang?

“We know you are going there for sexual fun and games. If they were clients that would jeopardize your profession. You are giving us an in with Dave’s fetish.” Millie now is looking straight into Donna’s eyes, laser focused. She really has beautiful eyes. Donna hopes she ages that well. 

Torres interrupts her. “Don’t worry. It’s not a dangerous fetish.  Just weird. If you can figure it out…well…we need you to get him back to your room by himself if possible.”

“You do not know his fetish.” Donna makes this as statement rather than a question.

“Donna,” Millie says in a motherly calm voice.”It’s not that hard. I’ve done it dozens of times.” Torres gives her a look. “He needs to be out when you plant the bug in his phone. He’ll have two. Which one is the personal, which is business we don’t know.”

“Oh my god. Are you fucking serious?” Suddenly Donna loses her cool and half wants to throw up, but then something darker is brewing inside her that is attracted to this challenge. And to save her country! Oh stop that! Donna catches herself, grounds herself back to reality. “I’m sorry, but this seems really fucking dangerous!”

“Listen Donna, I was like you once. Mid thirties, smart and beautiful. We need women like you.” 

“Ha! You need women like me? You mean slutty?”

Torres is getting uncomfortable. He wishes Millie could understand not all women are able to do what she has done.  At this point it’s better to just sit back and keep his mouth shut. Being Millie’s partner means, at times, he has to excuse himself to the bathroom to relieve his hard on. Over the years quick, stealthy quiet masturbation has turned into a skillful art

Millie laughs back at Donna. “It’s nothing. Really. You have your fun, but you flirt a lot with Dave. You know what I mean? Make a point to ask what he likes, what he doesn’t. You probably should do this for all of them so it’s not so obvious. Make it a point, right? You can do that, right? Get him to come back the next night.”

“I’m sorry Agent Millie, but you sound like a brothel owner.” Donna says accusingly. “In another life time maybe.” Millie laughs unphased and continues telling Donna the details of how to put drug him with his drink. Their own agents will come into the room to do his phones. It must be done right with no evidence. If all goes well Dave will waken in a couple of hours and Donna will be long gone. 

“Just leave him a nice note.” Millie tells her. “Or we can give you an earpiece and coach you. The technology is very sophisticated now. They will never notice the ear piece.”

“And then that’s that? You guys listen to me have sex with four men and couch me from a dark van from the side street?” Donna asks, body positioned towards Millie with her elbows on her knees taking all the spy specifics in.

“I’m in!” Donna blurts out surprised. 

Finally, Millie and Torres get up to leave. There will be some training, code words to learn, a bit of self defense they tell her. Millie gives Donna her final pep talk. “I know you can do this. You remind me of myself 15 years ago.” Then she whispered into Donna’s ear. “And why not have fun catching the bad guys?” 

Donna watches them walk down her hallway when she has one more question. “Wait!” She screams at them. Millie turns around first, gracefully. Donna throws her hands up, palms facing the sky with a shoulder shrug. “Do I even get paid for this?” Donna asks. Torres and Millie give each other a side glance. It’s Torres that responds very professionally, but first walks back to her and tells her quietly. “We always reward ladies like you immensely. You should see the car Millie drives.” 

Dirty Donna is a series of erotic stories I will be creating for my onlyfans page. Part one is the teaser to hopefully convince you to join onlyfans.com/lovingisdancing for more down right sexual debauchery of Donna’s adventures. It’s only $7.99 a month!

PART ONE

Donna is tall.  She stands out because of it. Still she is very feminine, loves to wear heels and dresses when she is not at work as a corporate attorney. Being an attorney she found that pant suits better serve her, but on her off time she dresses like a goddess, hair flowing and loose, almost hippie like. Preferably she will go braless and she can get away with it up to a point. Being that her nipples are sensitive she has learned to be okay with their erectness poking through a lacy top or T-shirt. 

The year is mid 1995, a pivotal year for Donna. She’s 35 and recently separated from a long term relationship, no kids. Last year she packed up her things and moved to the city of San Francisco something she always wanted to do. This time was now she thought and found a job through a friend that is a paralegal at downtown firm. It’s a good job, demanding and stressful, but pays well enough to live in her neighborhood. 

The internet first became available to the public in the early 90’s. Donna uses the internet for all sorts of things for work and her life, but her biggest secret is looking at porn. Once a week she likes to sit with a glass of wine and masturbate looking at photos or watching a video. Her ex didn’t like watching porn, but he would pick out something for her at the video store. She was too shy to go herself. Now the internet gives her the chance to choose what she likes without having to be seen. She loves watching a group of men fuck one woman. How lucky she is, she thinks.  

Today at work she over heard a conversation about something called craigslist. “They have a personals section. You won’t believe what’s on there!”, she heard. That same night after work she searched for it and found the personals section. A group of acronyms popped up men looking for women, women looking for men, women looking for women, and men looking for men. Fascinated she began looking at the men seeking women sections. Everything from long term relationships to ‘no strings attached’. 

Suddenly Donna’s newly and emerging perverted mind begins to explode in the possibilities. Without hesitation she created her first secret email account called DirtyD and began imagining her post. Still cautious about creepy men showing up to her apartment she makes a plan. Maybe she can be felt up on the train ride to work? It’s always crowded at rush hour, no one would notice or if they did so what, they are looking anyway. For her it’s noncommittal and kind of innocent. 

(Stranger sex….is this what she wants to explore?)

She composes her ad. 

“On the train to Powell at 8 am I will be wearing red heels, a black A-line skirt, a necklace with a ‘D’ on it, hair pulled up, red purse. I welcome someone to anonymously and discreetly grope me on this short train.”

She did not add that she would be sans panties. Then she worried maybe too many men would be fighting to grope her so she only created the ad only an hour before getting on the train. That means that person is having their morning coffee reading casual encounters before heading to work. Upon going to bed she masturbates her wet pussy. 

In the morning she did all her usual things except taking special care to the details. Wearing red heels today at work will call attention to her, but it’s not the most uncommon thing. She pulls her hair up into a tight bun and put in pearl earring studs. Next she found her ‘D’ necklace. She chuckles. Now it means Dirty instead of Donna. The skirt she chose has a nice slit up the back, easy access. Indeed she will have to switch out her skirt for a pair of slacks. 

Ad posted. 

She nervously boards her train, perspiration emerges. Towards the back will be the most discreet and slowly heads in that direction shifting through a couple of bodies. With her heels she stands over her fellow riders. Standing strategically with her ass facing the back wall she reaches to the above rail for balance once the train moves. She decides to put on her black sunglasses to avoid eye contact with anyone. 

Once the train moves she feels a hand on her back. It surprises her. Did she really think it was going to happen? No. Is she excited? Yes. Thinking the hand is unsure to continue she widens her stance as an invitation to explore. The hand moves to her low back at the base of the curve of her butt. She takes a breath and lets out a long sigh and her body language is screaming ‘Yes, feel me up!’ She resists opening her eyes in case someone is watching. The darkness provides more secrecy and the stranger remains hidden. 

She likes it. 

Once shy, now the hand is bold. The hand moves in between her legs to cup her pussy, the palm still pressed against her ass but the lower cheek. She can smell him now, coffee and aftershave.  

She’s so wet. So wet she fears it will drip down her leg. Not bringing a washcloth was a mistake. Only the tip of the finger is on her clit. The finger has not found it’s way inside yet, but her desire is strong to be penetrated. Suddenly there is another hand just above her knee. She was not expecting this. She shivers. One man must be sitting to her left and the other standing behind her. 

The other hand feels larger, rougher. It belongs to a different kind of man. She can sense their breathing and excitement. The standing man pulls up her skirt just enough for the seated man to see her triangle exposed on the moving train. A breathy “yeah” releases from his raspy throat. Uncontrollably, she orgasms from the anticipation of two men fingering her in public on a train. 

“Oh man…” the seated one says. The standing man doesn’t speak, seemingly in more control, almost orchestrating. Standing man smells the back of her neck. She wishes she was naked, ready to be used and fucked. 

The seated man finally inserts a finger. “Fuck,” he says. Her pussy wet and swollen seems to suck in another finger from him. He presses deep into her then slides out. The other hand slides in his own fingers. Behind her without her knowing the two men are admiring her wetness on their  fingers. The fingers go in dry and come out glistening. They marvel at her cavern, a warm cave that produces a hidden elixir. Standing man’s boner presses against her, so hard. She wants it. 

She has two more stops before she has to exit and walk a block and a half to her office. They pause during the bustle of commuters entering and exiting, then they begin again. The entire time she remains as motionless as possible. Her pussy tells her internal story. As they finger her she can feel her pussy clamp down onto their fingers. Standing man takes a move at rubbing her hard clit, making her orgasm and she can’t hide it. She shakes and tries to hide her whimper. Her juices release down her leg. 

PART ONE

Finally he had a weekend free. A long shot he searched for an airbnb on the coast. It took some searching to find the quaint cluster of condos close to the beach. Booked, packed and ready to go he hit the road. 

Upon arriving he pulled into his marked parking lot along side a short busty woman unloading her car. Not bad, he thought and silently imagined them meeting up.  Later that day, once walking on the beach and a small conversation over the rails of the back balconies he did get to meet her. Due to these small interactions he felt comfortable joining her for a pedicure on the next afternoon. 

The pedicure occurred when he was getting a late morning coffee and passed the salon and saw her entering. No one else but her was in the salon, covid probably.  First he turned back to the cafe and purchased the coconut latte she was passionately describing yesterday. It was her that turned him on to the cafe. 

Bringing her the latte was a good move. Her eyes brightened in delight. He soaked in her smile and melted into the large lounge style chair next to her. “I’m guess I’m getting a pedicure” he joked. From this view point it was easy to greedily watch her cute feet, so petite with perfect little toes attached to perfectly shaped ankles that lead to the most elegant slope of her calf. her tan was an unworldly golden brown.  He imagined her fresh toes wrapped around his cock.

Oops…boner. 

“This is on me by the way. Can we get the full package with the massages?” He had covered his boner with the pre printed menu and figured the longer they sat together the longer he got to talk with her. “Wow! Thank you! What an amazing gift” was her exuberant reply.

“This latte is making me such the chatter box” she told me with her energetic voice. He laughed and told her he was thoroughly enjoying it and as he said he caught her adjusting her breasts in her bra. Jokingly he asked why she needed to adjust her boobs. “They just need some air you know”, she flirted back. “No, I don’t know” he said, but readjusted his balls. They laughed together and her nipples hardened. “You should keep adjusting them”, he requested. She told him he was funny and invited him for wine or a cocktail. “I have a great bottle of red waiting for us” he told her and enjoying the comfort they were already sharing. 

They decided to meet in the early evening. Enough time for him to search for a great bottle of red. 

Knock, knock

She greeted him in a light yellow sundress with straps on the shoulders. The fabric was sheer in the sun and when she walked in front of the winder  the sun shined in from the window he could see she was pantyless under the dress, no bra either. If this is good as it gets, this is pretty good he thought.  Her hospitality was warming. Watching her move around the kitchen while he sat in the open living room made him realize the more he watched the sexier she got. If she would just bend over or drop something he mused. 

Mosquitos were out in full force so they sat on the couch together. She liked sitting on her knees next to him. She noticed how small she felt next to his stature. It took so much for him not to lift her dress. Every moment he searched for an invitation to flirt and play. 

“Were you not wearing panties at the salon” he asked bravely. “Nope” was her answer. Stunned and pleased he pried more since she had a short dress on at the salon. “I wore a bra. Isn’t that enough?” 

He wanted to spank her. The idea of her being with no panties where the pedicure lady could just look up and see her. What a woman…Maybe have her lay over his lap and he can slowly raiser that dress to see her bare cheeks before he gave her a small punishment. 

Thanks to the wine he said, “No panties,huh? I think that deserves a spanking”. 

“Hmmmpf” is all she replied and continued to sip her wine, but the glimpse of a grin was not hidden to him nor the blush in her cheeks. He was judging the mood now wondering if this was the time to make the move. She didn’t say no, or move off the couch, or ask him to leave and now her body language felt more sensual. The move is now he decided.  

He tops of her glass and tells her that when she finishes this glass she will lay across his lap. Again, she says nothing and sips her wine. Within a couple of sips she starts talking about random events trying not to pay attention to her wine level. He wondered if she was trying not to drink too fast. Was she excited or nervous?

“Hey…are you nervous?” He asked. Of course, he did not want to push any boundaries. 

“Nope” she replied confidently. Then she put her half full glass down and proceeded to tell him a very long story. Oh god, what a character, now I’m waiting for her to finish the glass he silently thought and continued to imagine his first smack for this little power play. 

Finally the last sip is consumed, the glass is slowly lowered to the coffee table and without looking at him she begins her quiet journey to his lap. The couch is soft and he watches her knees sink into it. Her movements are awkward  and clumsy in contrast to her gracefulness earlier. For a moment she is on all fours over his lap with her hands bracing the arm of the couch. He could slip his finger right in, but that might be too fast a gesture. He ached to be privy of her wetness. Was she moist or fully lubricated by her own juices and excitement. Her nipples have her away early on, hard and erect they held their own conversation with him this whole time. 

As she manages to lower herself to his lap his cock fully awakens from the weight of her descending onto him. The contrast of his hardness against her softness is something that always mind boggles him, the yin and yang of nature, so natural with a polarizing magnetism that we all crave. Their bodies sigh together as now everything will be different as of now because in this small moment she has given him permission to use her body for his own amusement. He gives a silent thank you to God or the universe or whatever let this happen. 

First he placed his hand on her buttock noticing how small it is, then squeezing it, attempting to get to know her body, imagining what it might look like before seeing it. Goose bumps. A sigh. This feminine creature under his hand is in a state of excitement, anticipation and auroral. He’s sure of it.  Where her inner thighs met at her crevice the edge of her dress had landed. Using the fabric at the waist he slowly pulls to watch the bottom edge go higher revealing her triangle. He loves the tan lines seeing her milky skin in contrast to the sun baked low back and thighs. Her ass glows In the twilight of the evening due to the contrast and he acknowledges his excitement to see the result of his hand lay redness into her. 

This part always feels like sense of honor to him, the first smack. With his other hand he pets her head. He likes to spank hard and he knows the first one will be a shock. It’s the best spank, the first one and he likes to bathe in the anticipation felt by both of them. He takes her in head to toe. Her eyes are closed. She breathes into her nose and out her mouth. She has her hands laying under her head as if she is trying to go to sleep. When he caresses her thighs she sends out soft moans into the air. She keeps her legs as wide as the sofa and he imagines the air feels good on her pussy. Her feet are relaxed, beautiful sculptures of perfection with her painted toe nails, high arches. He holds one of her feet in his hands, squeezes it and watches her hips create the smallest movement. 

With a first deliberate hard smack he got what he desired, a red hand print on her cheek. He chose her left one, the one that was farthest from him. Grazing his hand over the cheek he can feel the warmth coming off it. The other cheek look lonely he mused. His desire grows to wanting her in a more submissive position. They both notice the shift in his composure, more dominating and in control. Maybe standing bent over the bed, elbows propping her up. He administers another hard smack and then tells her to stand up. She screeched and laughed, but he holds his composure and instructs her to walk to her bed, bend over and brace her hands onto the edge of the bed. She obeys….

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I heard from a friend last week that has decided to do sound wave therapy for his erectile dysfunction He told me briefly about his first visit of 8 treatments that involved a nurse and a doctor. I can’t resist but to make a short story of it……

I’m a nurse in a men’s clinic where we have started treated erectile dysfunction with sound wave therapy. I work for and along side Dr. C, what of the leading erectile doctors in the nation. Many of heard of her, but they don’t realize how hot of a woman she is in brains and beauty. During my years of working along side of her I’ve been lucky enough to become her lover. 

Dr. C can get bored easily. She enjoys toying with some of her erectile guys, the one’s she knows that are out for an experience. She chooses carefully. When we find the right guy, it’s always a good time. 

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Hey all my wonderful people!

I’m sending an update today. I’ve been getting a lot of emails and texts wondering when I will be getting back in my normal groove of seeing people in person.

To be honest, I have no idea.

Other than that I masturbated three times this morning. Ha. You know…I just couldn’t get it quite right. No, I’m kidding, but seriously…having the luxury to masturbate in my bed, on the floor and on the sofa was ummmm…super hot. By the third time I could feel my as well as hear the wetness of my pussy on my fingers.

It was good to feel horny this morning. It really was because for a couple of weeks I was not and began to think ‘hormones’ in a panic, like peri-menopausal hormones because I can’t be a you know what if I don’t feel like having sex. I seem to be managing just fine and I even broadcasted it on my onlyfans page. Damn…what a little slut sex pot I am!

I’m also trying to write a memoir or novel or something. It’s very slow going so don’t get too excited. I’m also painting. Some paintings look like art and I some make me crack up because they are so ugly.

Hey, I’m trying…

I miss everyone.

This is Part Two from Quarantine. Start there, wait a day and read DAY 14 just like everyone else had to when I first wrote this. 🙂

Waking up early I did all the usual things a woman would do knowing she is going to have sex. Shower, shave, scrub, brush teeth, gargle, gargle some more and just to be safe take a snifF under the armpits. I shaved my legs, but kept my armpit hair and slowly growing bush.

Going back to bed I could not concentrate on masturbating and making myself cum. I was plenty wet regardless. I kept looking at the clock and as 9:50 am came I jumped up to go to the kitchen.

I wasn’t expecting him to be there making his morning coffee. He smiled, said good morning and asked if I needed anything. Nope, I said barely containing my nervousness. You can sit down, he gently commands. He tells me he wants to see my pussy so I sit with my heels on the edge of the chair to expose myself the best way I knew. I’m surprised at how much I cater to pleasing his whims.

I find myself wanting to touch myself and I caress the small bush that has been sprouting for the last two weeks. It’s soft and provides me a starting place of pleasure. We talk naturally. He stands up, still chatting and starts to massage my breast. He decides we should go to the couch with my head on his lap so he can play with my breasts while watches something on TV.

The couch is a long sectional and I have plenty of room to stretch my legs. He tells me to rub my clit and play with my pussy. I like that he tells me what to do.

Each breast gets kneaded and each nipple gets pinched and pulled. We have all day and he takes his time giving his undivided attention to my breasts. He still is clothed, but I can sense his dick become erect with hardness. I keep on concentrating on my clit narrowing down my focus to the tip of my finger on her. She is hard too. Occasionally I play inside myself exploring this cavern that is creating an ever more wet environment to play in.

Intermittently he voices his appreciation of my body. He loves my breast. My pussy is so pretty. Look at me…I’m such a little slut laying on the couch like this. I notice how much I enjoy being In the space of his steady presence.

We take a break, eat a snack and then his eyes move to the table. I take the non verbal cue and lay myself down. Yesterday he devoured me and I’m looking forward to the same, but instead of going down on me straight away he places himself on the side of the table, using one hand to take a nipple and the other to swat my pussy.

Stay open, he tells me. He keeps swatting her with a cupped hand and then suddenly sends me a smack right on the clit. It’s like an electric shock and I jerk. I think she likes, he say. Yes. She likes it. He teases me this way and it’s worth with it because when he finally stops he begins with gentle kisses.

My pussy starts pulsing and throbbing with the contrasting feather light kisses. He sucks gently on my clit, not flicking, only an inviting suck which brings warmth into my thighs. Next he inserts two fingers pressing on to my G-spot. It puts me into another dimension.

I can fell my pussy pressing and squeezing his fingers. I imagine he is observes this and knows it will feel the same on his cock. I urge him to fuck me, to fill me up with his hardness, but he is calm and resists me. He is not done tasting me and fingering me. Today he is not so rough with the fingering, instead he concentrates on pulsing on my G-spot. When he senses me he expertly and slowly moving the fingers out and watches me squirt. You are making a mess, he tells me.

Please fuck me.

He wants to rub the tip of his cock on my clit. I’m holding my breasts watching him. I feel the smooth tip rubbing against me. How can something be so soft and hard at the same time? My hips display their own rhythm, wants and needs. They want that cock inside and finally…finally….we are two people, two entities that are moving as one.

I’m so ready. My pussy is beyond lubricated. It’s walls are plush, soft and also strong in containing him. Our hips meet, my legs pull him deeper inside. We rest like that as he sucks on one breast. I hold is head. We can both feel my pulsing surrounding him.

He stands back up and pulls me more to the edge of the table. In and out, in and out with a starting gentle rhythm. It doesn’t last long and he is pushing into me so reach the deepest part of me. I let my arms fall to the side. I’m taken. My breasts sway and bounce. It’s so much…sex.

He pounds away.

I can feel he wants to cum. He pulls out and is at my mouth in an instant. My mouth is already there to greet his ready to explode cock. There is no in and out, just in. Once I taste himself I release my own fluids simultaneously, but continue sucking him with loving attention as if he is feeding me. We pause in this post orgasmic bliss of our bodies still connected, tingling and somewhat out there with his cock still resting in my mouth.

When he leaves me he lowers down to lay his head on my chest. He’s strong enough to pick me up and we go to his bed falling asleep naked and pleased.

It turns out that I have a friend in a sexy situation or at least for one more day. This particular female friend moved to Austin a couple of months ago. The decision to rent an airbnb for a couple so months before landing her own place landed her a room in a house owned by a really hot guy. Oh, how she loves to describe his workouts and late evening Old Fashions.

Did she make a move? Nope. She played it safe while she was home from work with him, but in my story this is not the case. I’ll be putting myself in her place and created a journal format to express the story.

Day 1

It’s first day of quarantine for the both of us. We are an unlikely match, but close in age. He’s about 5’10” former Marine and likes to work out a lot. This I like to watch. He does this in his garage and enters the kitchen sweaty and thirsty. I’m always here for this. I breathe in his smell.

Day 2

I stopped wearing my bra. There is no point to holding them all in anymore. He obviously is not. Today I caught a glimpse of the head of his cock out of his shorts when he dropped his towel that he uses to wipe the sweat off his forehead onto the floor. He squatted down and I saw it. When he stood back up my nipples were hard and making my auroral known for him to see. Okay…I think something is going to happen.

Day 3

I make A show of cooking lunch during his work out time. I pinch my nipples while I cook making the most healthy meal to be impressive. I wear a tank top and cut off jean shorts. This time as I turn to see him walk through the door my breast jiggle.

Did I see hardness below his shorts?

Day 4

I think he purposely snuck in behind me while I was baking some gluten free muffins. The aroma in the kitchen blocks his sweatiness so it takes me by surprise when he whispers in my ear…’Sorry, I just need to grab this.’ I feel his breath on my neck and a brush of his forearm against my shoulder. Just the sense of touch on my skin gave me goose bumps. He notices We chatted taking each other in and then he said he needs a shower.

Day 5

Fuck it. I’m not wearing panties today.

Day 6

Okay, so yesterday he must have went out because I did not see him. I’m still not wearing panties. He expects me now and walks in with a grin. I feel like he can tell I’m naked under my short sundress. My tan skin is glowing because I laid in the sun in his back yard yesterday.

He asks me if I like Old Fashions. I love them, I say. Friday night, he says. It’s Wednesday. Or is it Thursday. I’ll have to check.

Day 7

It’s Thursday.

Day 8

I debate on shaving not just my legs, but my armpits and pussy. I decide against it, too obvious. We rendezvous around 7 pm in the back yard.

I wear panties and no bra.

His Old Fashions are made like a seasoned bartender with top shelf Bourbon. The only thing missing was the block of ice. It’s strong and I sip slowly. He looks handsome even though his hair is getting unkept from not being able to get a hair cut. He did not shave either.

We begin to flirt heavily, but I don’t let it get too far yet. I excuse myself to bed and remind him the next time not to make my drink so strong.

Day 9

I have a slight headache today and end up sleeping late. I miss the garage to kitchen entrance because my schedule is thrown off. Instead I lay in bed and masturbate before getting up to grab a snack for dinner. We pass each other on the way to the kitchen and he smacks my ass, hard. Sleeping in, huh? He asks, but it’s more like an accusation. I say nothing, grab my snack and go back to bed, but not before checking out his faint hand print on my butt check.

Day 10

He’s out today so I lay in bed masturbating again. This time I use a dildo and lots of coconut oil. I figure he is gone so I go to the bathroom which is down the hall naked. He is actually not out, he is here and standing at the other end of the hall way. I don’t turn around embarrassed, but keep walking. With piercing blue eyes he stares at me. My breast jiggle. I’m so aware. When I get to the bath room I watch myself cum in the mirror.

Day 11

We are back to our garage to kitchen routine. I’m making a soup and stirring it over the stove in my favorite sundress. No panties. I feel him stand behind me, he presses against me testing me. I don’t move. I like the feeling of his hard cock pressing against me. He presses deeper and his cock pushes through the fabric of my dress into the crease of my ass. You don’t need to that, he whispers in my ear. I am grilling tonight. See you at 7 pm.

At 7 pm I get a not so strong Old Fashion and he grills us some chicken breast he was able to find. This time I can drink two. After dinner he invites me to sit on his lap. I feel his hardness immediately which turns me on. We don’t kiss, but his fingers trace my inner thing. I let my legs fall open more inviting him. He is an ex marine so he has control I think because nothing else happens.

We say goodnight, but he adds something. With a playfulness he tells me that he is going to leave me a note outside my bedroom door for me. This causes me not to sleep all night.

Day 12

He wants me to do something. That’s what the note is about. First he tells me he has watched me masturbate from my bedroom window. I was wrong when I thought he was gone and I did not close the blinds. He was doing yard work the whole time. He and ever so politely asks that I masturbate so that I am very wet. When I am done he wants me to lay on the kitchen table so that my ass and pussy are at the edge of the table. He says to do this at ‘our usual time’.

Our usual time is around 3 pm so I start at 2 pm laying in bed with my legs spread and begin touching my clit. I’m already wet waiting for this to happen. I take my time imagining he already watching me. I leave the blinds up so he can if he wants. I rub my thighs slowly, lick my fingers, spread my lips open hoping that I have an audience. By the time I am done I am well lubricated.

I can hear him lifting weights in the garage when I enter the kitchen. Situating myself on the table takes a little time to get it just right. My knees are pulled up to my chest to expose my pussy as he asked. By the time I am in position he should be walking out the door, but I hear him on the phone. I don’t know if this is on purpose. The tension makes me wetter and aroused. I gush with no actual stimulation and let out a small sigh when he walks through the door.

He pulls up a chair to me or rather my pussy. My throbbing feels out of control. First he smells me. Damn you smell good, he whispers more to himself than me. At this time I am surrendering to his tongue and fingers as he feasts on me. I gush again. He slowly slides two fingers in me and then out to taste me. Soon he is in a rhythm of licking, sucking and fingering me. His fingering becomes fast and hard. I spread my legs more inviting it. Finally I squirt so hard that it’s falling onto me like a rain.

Day 13

Another Old Fashion and another evening in the backyard. I volunteer to be naked. I rub the cold glass against my nipple while he works the grill. He wears shorts and no shirt. My alcohol buzz makes me brazen. I have no problem going into the house, grabbing a cushion from the sofa and plopping in on the ground in from of him.

I look up at him and touch his cock through his shorts. He’s already hard. If he came yesterday I don’t know it. He stops my hand. I’m saving this for tomorrow, our last day together. He tells me he wants to fuck me all day, have his way with me, but for now if I want to grab my dildo and let him watch me fuck myself with it I can.

I do this.

While I go grab the dildo he sets up one of the lawn chairs to that it faces him. He sips his drink as he watches me slide my dildo in and out. When I rub it against my clit I end up squirting. I repeat this four or five times. When I do I lick myself off the dildo. He thanks me, gives me a kiss on the cheek and asks that I am in the same place on the table, but earlier like 10 am.

Day 14

(To be continued…)

Last month on the recommendation of a friend I went to see a physic/medium, something way out of the norm. I spent an hour talking with this woman that claimed she can communicate with loved ones that have passed. Overall it was a very touching experience to sit and talk with her, a school teacher by day and weekend medium.

I learned many things. What has been coming up lately is that my ‘spirit guides’, the ‘mother’ energies which means my spirit guides are probably my mother and grandmother. “Your spirit guides showed up before you got here”, she told me as I sat down.

I’m not going to go all over all the details, but what is coming up now is that my mother and my grandmother help me pick out my clothes. She described my coat rack that stands by my mirror and told me that colors are vibrational. My guides go with me into the closet and help me select clothes. The vibration of color is important for me, it’s protective.

If you are in Austin and happen to see me at the store, which is basically the only place I go, I will be brightly dressed. Yesterday I wore a saucy red dress with a mustard colored jacket and numerous beaded necklaces. Today I went to the farmers markets with mixed patterns and colors. Everyone else is dressed in sweats, jeans, yoga pants. All dark colors and here is me.

I find it amusing that I am doing this.

What else is there to do? 🙂

So last night and this morning I was not feeling good. Upon standing I felt slightly dizzy and tired. Since I am not working and the only thing I do is go to the store there is not much reason to feel tired. I decided to go to bed very early after taking a ton of Chinese herbs and zinc. Morning time came I felt no better and I had an additional symptom of a tickler back of throat. I took more herbs and then some more herbs. Currently, all symptoms are not there and I have energy again. I’m a bit nervous so I’m back in bed after making an amazing breakfast with a ton of veggies.

Today was going to be a video day, but it will have to be Sunday or Monday.

I’m inspired to do something…

I’m just thinking out loud here….

Thoughts come to me such as that we cannot ignore what is happening to the world right now. Feeling really turned on during these times…well….it would be a lie to say that I am in an extremely sexual mood self isolating and to show you that lie by simply fucking myself with a dildo. This means that part of my experience I will be sharing with you will be finding that part of me that wants to open and orgasm. I think it will be very good for both of us. Maybe it will be very evident or subtle. Either way I have a good feeling about it.

Please take care of yourselves.

I love you all.

I’m off to nap with Ninja.