My Sweet Foreign Girl

November 25, 2011 at 4:57 pm | Posted in erotic, kinky, non fiction, orgasm, sensuous, sex, Young | 4 Comments
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I met her on a warm beginning of summer day.  She was so pretty with a fresh face, big smile, and bright blue eyes.  Immediately, I loved her accent and well spoken English; she was a doll.  I knew superficially who she was and why she was at my door so I invited her in.  This day was the beginning of a sweet friendship that lasted nearly three months.  For the sake of anonymity I will call her Volare’.

Of course she was very homesick; missing her mother, father, siblings, boyfriend, and friends. I could feel her pain and offered everything I had regarding the comforts of home and hoped that it helped her.

I also picked her up, drove her, or delivered her where ever she needed to go, sometimes spending countless hours together.

Our countless hours turned into us sharing quite a bit of personal information about each other. Of course that personal information was sexual in nature.

We had so much fun and I think the more we were around each other the more we wanted to be around each other and the more intimate stories we shared. Just to imagine – she was 20, I’m 48 and she complimented me all the time. I know she wasn’t queer because she talked about her boyfriend and their sex a lot. Plus as she was doing what she was doing in this country she had many guys hit on her – to which she told me every detail of.

I loved our sex talks and obviously she did too because whenever we were together we talked about men and sex. Woohoo!  She shared her sexual encounters with a boyfriend and we laughed together at some of the details.

Ok, so this is how it went all summer we shared our stories of course hers were really cool as she was this young beautiful 20 year old girl that was propositioned by American men on several occasions by young men, older men, and young boys. Of course she shared all these with me of which I loved hearing and most likely egged her on because I got so excited hearing what these men would say or do.  The first man she told me about lived in a neighborhood adjacent to mine, his wife was on an extended business trip out of town and i would just roll on the floor laughing and giggling as she would tell me the things this guy said.  First off the guy was very handsome and muscular.  The first trip to the guys’ house he asked her to come back when children were napping so he could talk-not only did he want to learn what she was doing but he told her that he was taking a college course and wanted to ask her some questions.  Volare came back later to which he started asking her all types of sexual questions and undressing her with his eyes, staring at her constantly.  Asking her what type of men she liked, did she like them muscular?  Did she like them tall?  Did she like good kissers?  Did she consider herself a good kisser?  What part of her body did she like the most?  What part of her body did she dislike the most?  All the while sexualizing her with his eyes and many times leaning into her – you know invading her personal space.  Of course she came tearing to my house giggling and flushed after he had put her to all those questions.   All on the pretense of researching and writing a story based on a typical girls sexual fantasy’s and sexual feelings about herself!  I started giggling too, first off it was preposterous!  Good grief, there is no freaking college (undergraduate course) that is going to have a topic like that maybe if you were going for a Doctorate in Psychology or something.  I said, Volare - “that is a bunch of bunk” that guy was just getting his rocks off asking you those questions.  He didn’t anymore have a paper to write than the man in the moon.  Anyway we laughed much about it.  The house he lived in is one where as we cut through that neighborhood we dead end into it and one day as I was cutting through he was in the yard and very nice looking mind you – he grinned, winked, and waved at me. hahah 48 year old woman! hahah

Well, I’ll leave it to the fact his wife is away for an extended period and he’s got to be somewhat sexually frustrated.

Along the way there were many other men that whisked Volare into their homes for some fun-filled questioning.  All of them were single except for the guy above, we grew to call him “Mr. Sexy” of which Volare would explode into laughter when I called him that.  Many of the men she met asked her out, but her work schedule would just not permit it.

On several occasions I thought she was going to kiss me, as a matter of fact she did kiss me on the lips a time or two, honey I felt electricity when we kissed. however I would never go any further, I would not want something like that on my conscious.

Now she is home in her country and has sent me emails and photos of herself.  She shared some pretty cool things about a guy she told me about, he was really cute and very sexy and she was very attracted to him, but did not want to have sex-you know give herself up to this man.  however, she did send me a message that said, “he asked me to take off my shorts-I SAID NO!, but i think I did a blowjob for him”! hahaah

Although she is very young and “We have no secrets” I just adore sharing with her.  She might come back next summer!  i hope so.  She has also invited me to her country – of wish I would love to go.  Who knows, I might.

I guess if I don’t post this I may never get a chance to, since I’m off the air now and may not be back for a time.

I miss you guys…my fellow bloggers. xxoo

Wasted Time

June 21, 2011 at 8:42 am | Posted in bdsm, erotic, fetish, Husband, kinky, lesbian, otk, spank, spanking, Young | 12 Comments
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Wasted time. Lately I have been contemplating this very topic and as this song cycles by on my ipod I am reminded that of course! I have “wasted time” in my life. Maybe that is why for now with this spanking addiction I have formulated and even encouraged in myself is driving me crazy. The thoughts are all-consuming so that on some days I am carrying a beast upon my back. A beast that begs for my attention while creating in me an insatiable desire that is neither quenched nor satisfied.  Somewhere deep inside, I had a premonition that I would suffer with this addiction.

Perhaps we all eventually learn that some activities and happenings in our lives have been “wasted time”. I know some things will not be, however some will. I think possibly that some of my youth was wasted on being a good girl, doggoneit. Now I am almost somewhat remorseful for not taking better advantage of my youth. Because we all know…”youth is fleeting”.

And maybe someday we will find
that it wasn’t really wasted time.

I was talking to a friend yesterday about that, of course she was trying to make me feel better by saying, “I always had so much respect for you. You were always thwarting the advancement of all those men.” She and I used to work together, and travel together extensively for several years. So she would know.

I guess to some degree although my life is satisfactory with a good husband, children, family, house, career, etc.  I feel that my adventure low level light is blinking, right now.  Now, I do not want to live vicariously through my children although I have on occassion.  I want to live now, through myself.   I do not want another day to pass me by.  The problem is the reality of my life, albeit wonderful.  My life is what it is and I cannot just do whatever it is that I want.  I must and should think of others that my actions affect…and I do.    Maybe this is mid-life crisis, ha!  That is a funny thought and might even be true.

I may have mentioned before that I was never promiscuous with men but I was promiscuous with women. It is crazy but I didn’t want the men to think I was a bad girl or scummy so I thwarted them (unless they really got under my skin – then we might date). However with women it was different (although I didn’t have that many women either) I felt more comfortable and that they (the girls) would not think I was trashy for kissing several of them, dirty dancing, or sexing with them.

Not only am I remorseful of the time spent during my youth sexually, but in adventures too.  Oh I had plenty of adventure as a young one, I traveled with horse shows across Oklahoma, Ohio, Missouri, etc.  Not having sex but being adventurous.  I visited this quaint college town in Pennsylvania…Carlisle, PA I think was the town.  Staying in a little house on the river there.  Rafting down the Chattahoochee river and other rivers in the Smokey Mountains, climbing as high as I could to dive into the mountain water below, jumping off bridges into water, bungee jumping, visiting the west coast, the Bahamas, etc..   I joined the military (the best thing I ever did).  Traveled to England with my family, what an adventure.  I have since been to England twice and will be traveling to Europe later this year.  Then what is it that I want?  What do I feel is missing?  You would be correct in saying that I have been and am blessed in many ways in this life of mine.  To some degree I feel unworthy of all that I have been blessed with.

I would like to just go to Europe and travel across it, alone.  Doing as I please; stopping, going, looking, enjoying, spanking or rather being spanked (YES!).  I know that will most likely never happen now.  Heck I’m 48, I’m not too old now for that adventure but according to my life right now the first opportunity I have for that I would at best be 58.  Ok, I guess then I would just have to be a bit more docile on my adventure, but I still could strike out.   Who knows?   Maybe I will.  Hahahah.  Check back in a decade, ok?

So while I am wallowing in my self-pity for not taking better advantage of my youth I am and will do my best to make up for lost time :) .

Goodness, I love the Eagles music. The Eagles did play a part in my younger years.

Well, baby, there you stand
with your little head down in your hand.
Oh my God, you can’t believe it’s happening again.
Your baby’s gone and you’re all alone and it looks like the end.

And you’re back out on the street
and you’re tryin’ to remember.
How do you start it over? You don’t know if you can.
You don’t care much for a stranger’s touch but you can’t hold your man.

You never thought you’d be alone
this far down the line
and I know what’s been on your mind,
you’re afraid it’s all been wasted time.

The autumn leaves have got you thinking
about the first time that you fell.
You didn’t love the boy too much,
no no, you just loved the boy too well.
Farewell.

So you live from day to day
and you dream about tomorrow, oh.
And the hours go by like minutes and the shadows come to stay.
So ya take a little something to make them go away.

And I could have done so many things, baby,
if I could only stop my mind
from wond’rin’ what I left behind
and from worryin’ ’bout this wasted time.

Ooh, another love had come and gone.
Ooh, and the years keep rushing on.
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own:
sometimes to keep it together we got to leave it alone.

So you can get on with your search, baby,
and I can get on with mine.
And maybe someday we will find
that it wasn’t really wasted time.

The Man at the Gym

June 17, 2011 at 6:39 am | Posted in bdsm, erotic, fetish, kinky, non fiction, otk, over the knee, perversion, sensuous, spank, spanking | 10 Comments
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Racquet Ball Racquet

There is a man I met at the gym several months ago.  He is a very nice, kind, gentleman.   I learned that his wife died several years ago.  When I gave him my condolences he told me they had been married 60 + years, had wonderful children, and a wonderful life so it was fine, he was fine.  It made me feel better just hearing him describe his marriage that way.  

That day we made small talk about the weather, the gym, and weight room and he asked me if I ever played racquet ball.  Yes I said, I used to play quite often in the late ’80′s on these same racquet ball courts.  He said maybe we could play sometime.   I said sure I’d like that, but I haven’t played in so long you would have to go easy on me.  He smiled and said, Oh I’m old and slow you have nothing to worry about.

Heck, I bet he’s not “old and slow” and I am sure I have plenty to worry about as I see him at the gym playing racquet ball and working out several days a week.  The guy is most likely or close to 86 yo, with boyish good looks.  He is a retired Marine that fought in WWII at the battle of Saipan.  I’m humbled by this thought. I think ever so slighty I’m attacted to this man.

More recently our paths crossed at another military establishment on the base and he spoke.  We made small talk about the heat and air conditioning when I told him that my schedule had changed and I missed seeing him.  Lately I have been working out later in the day; now I bring my gym bag, change in the locker room where before I showed up already dressed out in the AM.  

He asked me again about a racquet ball match promising to take it easy on me the first time we play.  I giggled and said sure, only if you promise to not embarrass me on the court.  Good grief the man is almost 40 years older than me but I’m sure he could smear me on that court.

Hmmmm, I wonder if he’s a spanker?   ;)

It beats me why I have these thoughts, sexual thoughts at the gym.  Or any other public place for that fact but I do; constantly.

Sex in the Air, I don’t care…I like the smell of it

June 3, 2011 at 4:03 pm | Posted in bdsm, breast, erotic, fuck, kinky, masturbate, non fiction, orgasm, penis, perversion, school girl, sensuous, sex, spank, spanking, titties, Young | 5 Comments
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I have been meaning to post this post way before I posted the last two posts, however I have finally taken or rather had the time to sit down and try to compose this story. I can tell already that I will not be able to finish this post today, but getting started is a beginning.

So, here goes.  As a child and young adult my mother was different, very different and I loved her dearly.  You know most kids, people, or parents bring home stray cats or stray dogs.  My mother brought home stray people.  Sometimes they were teenagers, sometimes young adults.  Looking back I think most were friends of friends, friends with wayward teenagers or young adults and sometimes they were not even known by anyone in our household but maybe a friend of a friend of someone already staying with us brought them in.

We were not wealthy, hence did not have a lot of money.  We already had four children of our own and my father was a struggling engineer (whom BTW ship finally came in and he quadrupled the salary he should have always made)  My parents lived happily ever after until my mother died actually quite young.   I say all this to say that I don’t know how the heck my mother fed all those people but she did.  She had a genius IQ, with an extremely strong business sense and could squeeze a penny till it screamed.  So she fed them and some times clothed them if they needed.

I have very fond memories of those people “teenagers and young adults” staying with us.  My memories are fond for many reasons.  The year was circa 1975.  I was between 13 and 15 years of age.(very impressionable) Bell bottoms, Smiley faces, Hip Hugger pants, Halter Tops and body suits were the style.  My parents could definitely not afford any of those (at that time) “lavish” clothing but sometimes the girls that stayed with us would give me some of their clothing which included what I named above.  I know why I’m writing this story and I guess why I’m including all these details.  However, I will get to the point shortly.

The Halter Top was a white Tshirt Jersey type material with tiny Red Polka Dots; tied around the neck and across the back and was open across the shoulders.  I loved this top and wore it until I think it completely disintegrated.

 

Very similar to the one I had - Front view

The pale yellow jean type hip hugger bell bottoms had a smiley face patch on the right thigh of the pant and of course I wore these until they disintegrated as well.

My next favorite were these hideous purple plaid hip hugger pants, wide white leather belt (that now I wouldn’t mind being spanked with :) ) with two rows of double holes and the matching “body suit” with short ruffled multi color cap sleeves that matched some of the plaid in the pants.  Thinking back these clothes were the style but I’m sure it was a hoot seeing me!  I just had to include about the clothes that the “hippies” shared with me.  Looking back it was probably so they could give me something to get rid of me so they could go back to having sex or doing drugs or whatever it was that they were doing.

Our house at that time was Tri Level with a basement and they all camped out in the basement on the floor and couches.

Now, how this story relates so well to Rihanna’s S & M song is coming.  The first time I heard this song I was immediately transported back to the day or rather morning that I walked into the basement den where all these guys and girls were camping out at our house and the smell of “Sex in the Air” nearly knocked me down.  I remember back then it was the most disgusting horrid smell I had ever smelled and I knew exactly what it was, SEX IN THE AIR.

Now, I absolutely love that smell.  Don’t most of us?  As well, I”ve cultivated a taste for some aspects of BDSM.  Weird, I know but I adore many aspects of BDSM.   I guess it’s my age.

Those were some fun days and I even remember this one man that came and stayed with us for a short while.  My mother would have been mortified had she known what I was doing and what this man did.  Well, actually he never really did anything to me.  I think he knew better.  Or maybe he did and I blocked it out and have no memory now, but to me he was a very nice looking “older guy”.  Oh I’m sure he must have been at least 22 or 23 years old! hahahaha  Remember I was between 13 – 16 years old.  But of course had a crush on this guy and hung as close to him as I possibly could.

Bottom line, one night he and I were tussling in the one bedroom that was adjacent to the basement den and he sat or rather straddled me as I lay on the floor.  He had my arms pinned down and was looking directly into my eyes.  I remember the feeling I had at that moment.  I swear it was a like a zing!  It went from my toes to my little boobies and I could feel it for days.  To this day I have never forgotten that feeling.  I have no idea who that man was or what ever happened to him, but I know that having parents like I did helped make me into the free spirit that I am today.  I know that.  I love people, young and old.  Sometimes we might have 15 children wake up at our house in various rooms and floors, no sex going on (because I could smell it! hha).  But I know the children/teenagers stay here because they feel safe and protected and I’m thankful to my parents for raising me the way they did so that I can help someone if they need it as well.

The Wild Man and My Toes Today

June 1, 2011 at 9:14 am | Posted in ankles, erotic, feet, fetish, kinky, perversion, pictures, sensuous, spank, spanking, toes | 7 Comments
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My Feet Today when the man nearly accosted me because of my feet ! haha

Ok, first off guys and gals and you know who you are, some of my favorite cyber friend alter egos on here at wordpress. I apologize for not visiting your sites more often and commenting as I should. The children are out of school for the summer which curtails my time here quite a bit. Woody, I know I owe you the rest of a comment to which I was in the middle of when I was spooked and unable to finish as well, I have not been back to finish but I will. That said, I will finish and do my intellectual and cyber hugging to all my favorite and closest cyber friends. I just had to post this post because it was so out there and I really thought you guys would like it, or might enjoy this funny story.

Ok, last year if you can believe it my girl friend and I embarked on this little experiment which did not turn out quite the way we planned but along the way we met this crazy man. We both walked in through a back side door at a local McDonalds (at the time I was 47 and she was 57) we walked past this man (he was around 65-70) and he immediately insulted us saying she was my mom and I was her daughter and then it went on from there. He followed us to our table and did not stop talking. I’m wierd, love people (even the crazy ones) so I was interested and entertained by this man. My girl friend on the other hand was very obviously irritated and finally he left. She and I talked later about who the heck he was, why he did that and blah blah blah then dropped the subject.

Six months later my girl friend and I are talking and she says, you won’t believe who I saw the other day! Who? “The Wacko Man” from McDonalds! She and her mother were eating at local restaurant and he was there. My girlfriend did not acknowledge him and when I saw him later I didn’t acknowledge him either. I said, wow I just saw him the other day too in the Jewelry store. I told her I knew he recognised me, but we didn’t acknowleddge it.

He’s a nice man, average build, average looks but he also reminds me of the guy on the “Mad” magazine’s too. He sorta looks like that and once he gets to talking he doesn’t stop.

Ok, today gas has dropped and the military compound where I used to work has less expensive gas, plus no ethanol. As well many retired active duty and reserve military get their gas there too, so you are bound to see or run into anyone.

There was a truck gassing up as I pulled up and got out of my car. I realized who it was and thought, “OH CRAP!” hahahah. He came across the pumps to my side and immediately started talking, I was still digging for my credit card so I was half listening to him, so when I finished and fully got out of my car and stood (I’m a skirt and sandal girl) it’s basically all I wear in the summer.He looked at my feet and said, “Girl! you have the most beautiful feet and toes I have ever seen!” He said, did you paint them yourself? I said, no I had them done, i got pedicure coupons for mother’s day.

Have you ever had somebody suck on your toes? Girl, Gosha Mighty! Look at your feet and toes! I am a toe and girls feet connoisseur  from way back. I have been sucking girls toes since I was five years old! He said, “Girl, my sister used to have all her girl friend sleep over, they would paint their toes nails and I would get under the covers and take turns sucking all their toes!” I love to suck a girls toes he said,!  I would stay under those covers and suck those girls toes all night long.  I couldn’t wait till my sister had another party because I was waiting to suck those girls toes!

Ok, by this time my giggle box has totally turned over and I am dying laughing at every word this man is saying. My guess is that he loved it because I think my laughter just fueled him more.

I guess the sin of the whole situation got him then he started talking to me about being saved and Baptism, etc. I told him I loved the Lord but I was a sinner saved by grace, but that my favorite part of our conversation was about the toe sucking!

See, I’m so bad. Sorry. “The Devil made me do it”.

We’re paying with Love tonight

May 12, 2011 at 7:46 am | Posted in ankles, erotic, exhibitionist, feet, kinky, non fiction, pantyhose, sensuous, voyeur, Young | 5 Comments
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This cute girl reminds me of Cameron Diaz in a way (ooo I like Cameron Diaz), her mouth and eyes I guess.

I’ve been under the weather a bit and not able to work out!!!! DOGGONEIT!!! I have this song amongst others on my ipod and honey I can do those exercises a mile a minute and for a looooooonnnnngggg time listening to this song as wel as some others I have.

I would love to wear some of these outfits too. As a matter of fact I used to wear a lot of outfits like this when I used to party and dance all night! woohoo! Those were the days!

I like all the words to the song, but especially love these.

We don’t need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag
Ain’t about the (uh) Cha-Chang Cha-Chang.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Blang Ba-Blang Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag

…..we’re paying with love tonight……

When music made us all unite

The Girls Locker Room

April 24, 2011 at 4:49 pm | Posted in breast, erotic, horny, kinky, lesbian, masturbate, non fiction, orgasm, otk, over the knee, perversion, pussy, sensuous, sex, spank, spanking, titties, voyeur, Young | 18 Comments
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Voyeuring the girls in the Locker Room

Sometimes I can’t help but think how delicious yet unfair it is that I am in the locker room at the gym feasting on all the girls. Most likely they have no idea what a deviant I can be. You see I’m pretty feminine myself although I am quite muscular, but I don’t think they would ever suspect me as feasting on their bodies as I do.

Originally when I started working out I was always dressed out when I arrived. However the demands of life have driven me to get on my errands and bring a gym bag with so that I can stop off to work out whenever the time arises. Doing this requires a visit to the locker room, hmmmm I have been missing a lot not going to the locker room ;) .

What I wanted to share were the last two girls I was able to enjoy when I was there. Each was on a different day. The real deviance in my behaviour are the thoughts I have. I can’t help but think these thoughts and wonder if men think somewhat along these lines too. I have done posts wondering about other women; their sex acts and deviance if any.  I think how their breasts would feel to touch them or suck them or how between their legs would feel to me if I were touching them. I imagine their wetness and sliding my finger into them for the first time and how fabulous it feels. I think how much I would love to feel a woman down there again as I have not in over 20 years. I think about kissing them, their sweet soft lips and how they smell.

One girl was actually quite homely, but she had blondish brown hair below her shoulders and a pretty nice figure. I could see her entirely because her back was to me but she was blow drying her hair in the huge vanity mirrors of the locker room. She had on a cream-colored bra (definitely not VS either) and white hip hugger panties. She was slight and had meat on her but still somewhat slim. The curve of her waist was very pretty. Even though some women are not very pretty, they can be hiding a very nice body underneath! I’m sure she saw me looking at her too even though I tried my best to not be obvious and sneak my peeks often. Anyway, I enjoyed my voyeurism albeit small, short, and clandestine.

The second girl was a dream!!!!! Woohoo! I wish that it would have worked out for me to get into the work out room and work out with her but before I could even get started one of my children called and insisted I meet for lunch. Of course my sweet child took precedence over my deviance! So, back to the story I had completely finished dressing out when my phone vibrated so I was hanging in the locker room talking when she entered. Hmmmm, she was a blonde bombshell. She had that pretty straight stichy stachy blonde hair absently pulled into one of those messy buns. You know the ones. The black spandex capri workout pants and spandex kinda top. She was facing the locker digging around in there and I had a perfect view of her bottom-two feet away at most!  Oh my gosh, her bottom was perfect. Very round and protruding (one like I wish I had but don’t :( ) .

Oh I thought (eventhough I’ve never spanked a girl) how delicious it would be to spank her, how delicious it would be to feel between her legs, how she would taste. I’m sure she would taste lovely.  A girl like that would never taste bad, only delicious.  I even imagined having her over my knee spanking her spandex bottom then naked bottom.  How it would be to see the jiggle.  See I should not be having these thoughts but I am constantly plagued, which brings me around to the fact that many times I feel like I”m going around with a womans erection…WTH? hahah  I’m married and most people think I’m this sweet, nice, foofoo girl and of course my hubby would be mortified thinking on those thoughts of me with women. 

Heck, the other night I reached down during mine and hubby’s love-making which was fabulous and started playing with myself and he stopped me.  Crap.  Oh well.  I guess that may be why I’m this sexually repressed, over sexed, clandestine housewife that is having a hard time getting satisfied.  Hmmm, I can’t masturbate alone or together… Oh well, things could be worse.  I guess that is the story of my life. 

However, I will continue to enjoy myself in my head when I can; be it feasting and fantasizing on girls in the locker room or men that I see and think on…

Some girls, they like candy…

April 15, 2011 at 9:16 am | Posted in erotic, fetish, kinky, otk, over the knee, perversion, sex, spank, spanking, Uncategorized | Leave a comment
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Has this become the Girl next door’s Theme song?  I’m not sure, but I certainly have been a naughty girl as of late, so

 I’ll settle for the back of your hand somewhere on my behind. 

Come over here! 

Some girls, they like candy,
and others, they like to grind,
I’ll settle for the back of your hand
somewhere on my behind. 
Treat me like I’m a bad girl,
even when I’m being good to you,
I don’t want you to thank me,
you can just spank me. Mmm. 

Some guys like to sweet talk,
and others, they like to tease,
Tie my hands behind my back and,
ooo, I’m in ecstasy. 
Don’t slobber me with kisses,
I can get that from my sisters,
Before I get too cranky, you better…

Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don’t take out your handkerchiefs,
I don’t wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky.
Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don’t take out your handkerchiefs,
I don’t wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky guy.

Oooo.

Please don’t call a doctor
’cause there’s nothing wrong with me,
I just like things a little rough
and you better not disagree. 
‘Cause I don’t like a big softie, [no],
I like someone mean and bossy,
Let me speak to you frankly, you better…

Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don’t take out your handkerchiefs,
I don’t wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky.
Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don’t take out your handkerchiefs,
I don’t wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky guy.

Oooo, yeah. 

What about? Yeah. That’s an interesting…
Oooo.
My bottom hurts just thinking about it. 

[She wants you to] Treat me like I’m a bad girl,
[She needs you to] Even when I’m being good to you.
I don’t want you to thank me [Don't thank her], you better…

Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don’t take out your handkerchiefs,
I don’t wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky.
Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don’t take out your handkerchiefs,
I don’t wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky guy.
[Hanky panky] Oooh, yeah
[Good spanky] Get the picture? 
[Don't wanna cry, I just wanna]

That’s the way I came into this world,
The doctor said, “Lady, she’s a beautiful girl.”
He gave me a spanky and the doctor smiled,
So give it up, honey, ’cause I want it.
Yeah.
[Hanky panky, good spanky, don't wanna cry, I just wanna]

Get this out of my head…Maybe?

April 4, 2011 at 1:25 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment
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Nothing to do with anything, other than someone near and dear to my heart loves this song.  I love her.  You know when you hear a new song and how it gets stuck in your head?  Uhuh, that is what I have.  It’s sweet. OH, I love the dress she is wearing, I wish I had one!

The top video works in Youtube only.  The one below works here.

 

Cleaning and a Nooner with Daddy

April 1, 2011 at 1:49 pm | Posted in ankles, breast, dick, erotic, feet, fuck, horny, kinky, non fiction, orgasm, penis, pussy, sensuous, sex, titties | 6 Comments
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First off let me tell you who Daddy is.  Daddy is my hubby; I call him Daddy because he is Daddy.  He’s Daddy to the kids, I call him Daddy because that is all I hear; “Daddy let’s go hunting”, “Daddy take me to practice”, “Daddy please fix my bike”, “Daddy my car needs two fifteens…good grief” ”Daddy let’s throw the ball”, etc.  So after over 18 years of Daddy Daddy Daddy, I call him Daddy too.  Heck who wouldn’t.  Now that we have all that administrative stuff out of the way, let’s get down to business.  Oh what yummy business it was.
 
I love going to the gym and working out, heck a girl has gotta keep after this body it’s almost 50 years old! hahaha  Going to the gym for me requires a shower first and a complete fix up.  Which is pretty fast since I don’t wear a bunch of make up. I rarely if ever go anywhere without a shower it’s got to be some kind of weird hang up I have. 
 
Ok, I’m getting ready to get in the shower and the shower is dirty.  I’ve been noticing the shower but didn’t want to take the time to clean it because I’d rather work out, or blog or email or just about anything else!  But today, I broke down I had to.  Partly why I hate it is because it’s huge one of those over double sized showers with ledges and seats, decorative molding etc.  I love showering and sexing in the shower but I HATE cleaning it!  Long story short I scrub the shower for over an hour, bleach and all (I love that smell).  I’m in a little skirt that I live in at home and a cami (no bra) cleaning, of course I get wet here and there, but then I finish…finally. 
 
So I gather up towels, etc. and head to the laundry to load the washer, strip so I can put the skirt and cami in the washer I had on while cleaning.  I hear the beep, beep, beep, of the alarm because Daddy has just opened the door coming in from the garage.  Immediately I start to squeal (I do this because I’m completely nude and he goes crazy when I’m naked).  I can hear him coming down the hall and he says, “why are you squealing? Are you naked?” to which I squeal even louder!  I’m caught, naked in the laundry room and he says, what are you doing?  He smells the clorox and knows I’ve been cleaning; which I explain about the shower as he encircles me with his big arms pressing my freezing breasts to him.  He backs away and cups my breasts, they are sticking straight out and hard as rocks.  My boobs are not only aroused but they are freezing as I was wet from water and cleaning and says, ” you got them wet, you had them all closed up and wet and now they are cold”  as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.  He says, I came home at the perfect time! 
 
I said, yes you did to which he says get on the bed and let me stick this dick in you.  I went in the bathroom for a second and when I came back he was completely nude his chest and shoulders looked so good, the rest of this body was hidden by the bed as it is high.  He said, come around here and make him hard and as I rounded the bed he already had a pretty good sized boner working to which he grabbed and said, “this is what happened from seeing you”.  I dropped to my knees slipping his partial erection into my mouth.  I love sucking him like this before he gets too big and hard because I can stick my tongue out and lick his balls at the same time.  Daddy loves when I do this.  I love to feel him in my mouth and actually wish he would pull my hair as I’m sucking him but he doesn’t unless I ask him to. 
 
I’m sucking him with my nipples lightly rubbing against his muscular thighs so I reached up with both arms and encircled him squeezing his butt and thighs, lightly scratching him with my fingernails.  Oh he felt so good and warm against my freezing breasts, he throws me on the bed spreads my legs and shoves his huge erection deep into me.  I love this feeling when he first enters me…sublime. 

His erection is so hot and hard as he releases his deep Mmmmm and I smile and say yes Daddy, you did come home at the perfect time.  He then lifts one of my legs as if he’s putting my feet on his shoulders but keeps going to where I am twisted with my knees together on my side my shoulders are still on the bed as he’s standing pounding me from a crazy sideways position, he grabs my hips and pulls me down hard as his orgasm shoots within me. Yes!  This is a great day!

Not me although I wish it were... *wink*

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