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Everybody Has A First

Narny — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 08:40:18 +0000

Since this is the first entry, I suppose I should tell you about the first time I ever had sex.

First, I should mention the difference between sex and a sexual experience. I’m in no way ashamed to say the first time I had actual penetrating sex was when I was twenty-three. This is not, and by a very long shot, my first sexual encounter. After all, I went to both art school and church camp. I even had a very uncomfortable threesome with an engaged couple (totally didn’t go to their wedding); there simply wasn’t any penis-vagina action or even an orgasm on my part, so I don’t consider it actual sex.

Such was my upbringing, renting romance novels from the library and hiding them under my bed, watching the Oxygen Channel after dark, experimenting with boys at camp, yes, even watching porn in college–I felt well versed in the language of humping. At 22, I finally discovered what would actually give me an orgasm. It took years but holy shit, once I got it, I had it down.

My first actual sex encounter came two weeks after my first marriage proposal. Do not leap to conclusions here. Let me set the stage.

I took a weekend job at a Renaissance Fair. Yes, a real horse-jousting, ale-drinking, wench-pinching, rigamarole of a Ren Fair. I didn’t know a soul there, save my boss, and set about making friends. How I did that is another story, but rest assured it involves a boy named Fritters, and my accusing him of stealing my tent.

I was sitting with Fritters and his family one Friday night when my cell phone rang. It was Ilka, the Hungarian woman who used to be the house keeper for my boss when I lived in L.A. We had formed a tentative friendship, both having to endure the same kind of crazy. She made me sandwiches, I helped her pass her INS tests. We had a good thing.

Ilka was calling to ask if maybe I marry her friend so he not get deported. After all, I am a good girl with job and not crazy like most people and would not have to be sleeping with him. I stopped laughing as soon as I realized she was dead serious. I told her that I was honored she thought of me, but I would have to turn her (him?) down. I never talked to the guy or even knew his name.

For the next few days, I thought about why Ilka had called me. I wasn’t dating anyone, wasn’t likely to anytime soon, so maybe her phone call wasn’t as ludicrous as first thought. It was a niggling thought in the back of my brain, never fully conscious, that she had called me because she believed I would never be married otherwise. I grew slightly resentful of the idea and redoubled my dieting efforts without realizing why.

And that was my first marriage proposal. But that is not the story I am telling here, merely the prequel.

Two weeks later, I was sitting on a hay bale one evening, waiting with the rest of the crowd to watch a documentary on the history of the Ren Fair. I was already pretty drunk, as drinking at Fair begins whenever the hell you feel like it. I had a six pack with me, and was just polishing off my second beer when Jake sat down next to me.

I vaguely remember meeting Jake the first night I was there. I know we spoke, he made some terrible joke about how his friends called him Superman, but don’t really recall much else.

Anyway, he sits down, reintroduces himself and I offer him a beer. We finish off the rest during the movie.

I completely blame that film for what came next. (Don’t worry, I’m getting to the sex soon.)

It was an ok film, from what I remember, though it did instill me with a great sense of history, not of the actual Renaissance Period, but of the tradition of the Fair itself. Of the fun, the frivolity, the freedom.

We left the film, stumbled into one of the legendary after-parties that had been talked about in said film, laughed about how the tradition was still going strong, then started making out. When the party closed, we set out on a walk around the fair grounds.

We made out in front of the glass forge. We made out by the rock climbing wall. We made out on the hay bales at the Fool’s Stage. Then, for a change of pace, we talked to a complete stranger in the pitch dark about the fair documentary. Then we went and made out by the ale stand.

Stumbling quite a bit, we arrived back at my tent. I did have a fleeting moment of hesitation, then said to fuck with it and pulled him inside.

Admittedly, I was nervous about being naked in front of him, but once his mouth was on my breast, I didn’t give a shit about anything other than feeling as good as I could. I called upon every romance novel, every love scene, every porn film I could think of. I knew there would be no blood, my years of horseback riding had seen to that, but I was determined to be as casually sensual as I could. Quietly, of course. There were perhaps twenty other tents within talking distance and some of them had kids, including Fritters and family. A few people had spotted us going into the tent. No sense it letting everyone know.

Boy howdy, was it hard to keep quiet. Jake was taking his time, stroking my side, kissing lines down my belly, burying his fingers in my hair. I could feel myself edging closer to a Real Good Time and, from the stream of strained and whispered nothings in my ear, he wasn’t doing so bad either. He liked it when I took his boxers off with my toes.

I will not go in to vivid detail as most of those details are a bit hazy. I know there was some very good kissing involving grapes, a very terrible Irish accent on my part, and at least four positions I can recall. The alcohol was starting to wear off, but in a good way. Details became clearer and lines sharpened. My skin felt more alive, tingling with sensation. I was no virgin being deflowered; I was a sex goddess being devoured.

Then Jake opened his big fat mouth.

We were getting down to business. You know, the hard, insistent boning that often precedes a really good O? I was in the home stretch, a spring about to snap, all but mentally reaching for it when I hear him. And I quote-

“Oh, god it’s so good…not since I…engaged…no…sex…three years….oh fuck.”

And then my spring was a slinky, tumbling down the stairs instead of launching me to heaven. I managed to keep my rhythm steady, but my mind was reeling. Engaged? He had been engaged? Had he done the dumping? Did he love her still? Dear god, was he thinking of her?

I didn’t have time to react, so I shuttered and gasped, I clawed at his back and clenched around him. I tossed my head and gritted my teeth. I bit his shoulder and shook with all my might. In short, I faked it, and did a pretty fucking good job of it if I do say so myself.

Afterwards, when he went back to his tent for pajamas, I had to check his wallet to remember his name. I of course facebook stalked him as soon as I got home. Found out he was a medical student. With a farm. In Hawaii. Fuck yes.

We lasted three weekends. Three weekends of really great sex, without any big orgasms on my part but still incredibly hot. On the fourth, he handed me my blanket, gave me a hug, and sent me packing in front of all of my newly made friends. I was so pissed off, I didn’t even notice how cold it was that night.

Didn’t find out until the next year the reason. Apparently, whilst sleeping with me at night, by day he was courting another woman, and had decided she was the one he wanted to marry. So out of the tent I go.

They’re already hitched by the time I learn this. There is some great confusion on my part, owing to his aforementioned mid-coitus comment on his engagement. I was enraged at the thought he had cheated on his fiance with me, so the first time I speak to him at Fair, I’m all but screaming infidelities at him in front of a large group of people. He tells me no, he had just met her when he had met me. I apologize for yelling at him, then scurry off to asses how I feel about him meeting the two of us at the same time, sleeping with me and marrying her.

I decide to not think about it very much. And that’s the first (through seventh) time I had sex.

Grandmother (Part 1)

Monocle — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 02:00:19 +0000

They led me to the altar, their grip strong around my upper arms. I tried to pull and twist away from them, ineffectively. I did not want to become a Mother. I did not want to be chosen. Not everyone was! Why me? But no answers came from the Guardians, just stern looks and rough hands. The great slab of the altar had a curved top; the side I was to be placed just being vacated by the Mother-to-be before me. I had watched her naked form be tied down, arms above her head, knees bent and spread wide. Her lower body settled againstthat of the Grandmother. I had seen the look in her eyes as she was changed from Girl to Mother, as I had watched the two others preceding her. The Grandmother still occupied her side of the altar, also tied into place, but more symbolically. Colorful silks bound her wrists, and opened her thighs. She was naked too, though laden with the jewelry and ceremonial body paint of her station. She looked like any of us, if older, except for her great belly and full breasts. We had been told she had been Grandmother for a generation, and she herself given each of us to our own Mothers.

We’d all seen Mothers great with child, but not like the Grandmother. Her belly was ripe and round, no larger than a Mother’s near time of birth, but every inch of her announced fecundity realized and revered. She wasn’t merely great with child, she was great with all children. The other girl, one of my childhood friends, but a Mother now, walked away, in a daze aided by a Guardian on each side she did not look back at me. The Grandmother shuddered and moaned anew. Infants had been brought to her by the attendants, placed carefully one to each breast. They suckled ravenously from the Grandmother’s ripe and leaking nipples, and she settled and cooed down at them, smiling beatifically. Another attendant brought a bowl of broth to her lips, its aroma clashing with the thick scents rising from the center of the altar.

I fought the Guardians, but they were stronger, and practiced with girls like me. They raised me to the altar, slick with the fluids from the joinings preceding me. They tied me as they had the others, squirming and protesting, into place. My knees were pulled far back and apart, the curvature of the altar forcing me into an arch so that the V between my legs faced the Grandmothers a few finger’s width away. Then we were pushed together, my lower legs and body secured by more chords through holes run in the stone. We were a striking contrast, from my too close vantage. My pink junction, crowned by a down of light hair, kissed up against the Grandmother’s swollen red, white-smeared lower lips. Her nether hair had been shaved, replaced by ornate paints or tattoos, and her slit glistened and oozed wetness as she undulated in her silk bonds, smearing the stuff against me. The contrasts continued along our bodies; her full round belly opposite my flat, pale one, her large milk-laden and leaking breasts opposite my modest bosoms. Her languid motions contrasted with my tense, panicked efforts to free myself from my restraints. The infants had been taken away as I was secured in my place. And now the Grandmother gazed at me, a mixed look of sympathy, maternity, and sisterhood in her visage, which I would not understand until much later.

Then Grandmother seized, her head bowing, body curling up as much as allowed by the silk ties as her stomach muscles tightened. I had seen the contractions of birthing Mothers, and this looked a lot like that. But unlike the pain of birth, the Grandmother’s face was contorted in pleasure. She grunted and moaned, eyes open and unseeing. Another contraction hit her and she arched her body, opening her legs wider, pushing her opening against mine. In fright, I tried to shy away, but could not. Our lower lips pressed tightly together.

A third contraction, and the Grandmother cried out – not in pain, but very clearly in pleasure as her body wracked and tensed. She was pushing, as in a birth, and her lower lips opened. I could feel it happen against me. I had witnessed, but not seen this happen with the girls preceding me. I could not see it even now, but I felt it. Grandmother’s womanhood flowered against mine – something opening her from the inside. It was not the crowning head of an infant. I would have seen something that big even as we were, but it was smooth, and large enough, and hot, and it emerged from her to press against my opening. The Grandmother’s contractions pushed and pushed it out of her – and into me! It was slick, and forceful, and opened me despite my squeezing and crying. My eyes were locked at the meeting of our bodies and as I pulled and squirmed I could catch the faintest glimpse of a dark red, veined cylindrical form passing between us before our bodies were forced together again.

I felt every irregularity in the smoothness of the shaft pushing against my insides as it forced its way, opening me for the first time. Hidden from any eyes, it reached and pierced my maidenhead without a hesitation, and I shrieked with the shock and pain as it plunged through, filling me ever more.

The Grandmother’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body spasming in a delirium of pleasure, while I whined and cried out as my passage of life was opened for the first time. She pushed it, out of herself and all the way into me, to press against a barrier deep inside. It could go no farther, and I was held immobile, spitted on the unseen shaft. No, not truly unseen. My belly slightly distended from its immense presence, showing any who cared to look where it was going to make me a Mother. I moaned in anguish, but there was nothing I could do. I was selected, it was my duty. I had no choice.

We held there for a few heartbeats, both of us panting hard for different reasons. Then it was as if lighting struck the grandmother. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, head falling back to the cushion beneath her. her body rocked against mine, and her belly tightened visibly. And I felt it – a hot torrent commencing inside me, pouring into me, filling, then overflowing me. White liquid oozed, then frothed from my penetrated, stretched lips, and churned and surged inside me, filling my cradle, changing me from Girl to Mother. My tears flowed, but with them, perforce, came the barest dawn of acceptance.

When the Grandmother finally sagged back, exhausted, my flat tummy looked like those of the girls who had preceded me. A small but noticeable bulge showed above where the shaft had emptied itself into me. We moaned together as the withdrawing, softening column dragged, across my freshly opened passage, and back into the Grandmother

When it finally withdrew, I felt a hollowness I had never noticed before, and a fullness I had never before experienced. The Guardians stepped forward to release my bonds, and attendants were bringing two more hungry infants toward the Grandmother.

Their advance was stilled by the commanding cry of the Grandmother, the first words I had heard her speak. Her eyes were now wide with emotions I could not fathom. She looked at me, grimacing. I could see her belly’s shape distort and distend oddly.

“No, Stop!” she had said. “She stays. She is not done. We are not done.”

Not done? What could that possibly mean? All the girls – Mothers – before me had been finished at this point.

“This one,” she gasped, “this one is to be Grandmother.”

(To Be Continued)

First time ?!

vhoe — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 23:44:08 +0000

Seriously, i have a lot of funny, special thing happen first time in the process of coming UK and staying in UK.

First time i sit on plane to fly oversea.
First time i leave home for so many days.
First time i go Dubai. (ok, i know i only stay there awhile but i still there b4 ma)
First time i buy myself a new laptop. (as this is just my second laptop)
First time i going surround by a lot of ang mo.
First time i feel the weather is so cold.
First time i play basketball in such cold and windy outdoor.
First time i walk so far for 5 hours just to go up the hill for some picture and go back
First time i buy sweater/winter coat.
First time i ………

And what i really cant imagine is that, first time i being so motivated to do my work before the due date is reach. Many different experience i have with the lecturer here as they way they teach are really different as compare to what we have back home!

And tonight again another first time in my life i did. I went to learning center/library to study and gather information for my assignment and project after my dinner! This is something i like of my Uni which the library is open till late night, er… to be more accurate, they operate overnight! 24 hours! This is just so good when the exam period is coming. And return and renewing book can be all done myself. This is very convenience!

Haaha.. dunno i still got how many interesting first time happen here leh? So long for that. Beside that, today also got some food photo to share with u ppl. First time i cook meat ball pasta! hohohooh and dinner got steak from jian lee.

This time going to share the recipe of my meat ball!!

Things to prepare
———————
pork mince/beef mince
spring onion – cut into dice
onion – cut into dice
flour
egg
salt
black paper
worcestershire sauce/lea & perrins sauce

hands-on
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1. take a big bowl put all the mince meat into it
2. put the onion and spring onion into it
3. add salt, black paper & worcestershire sauce
4. mix well
5. preheat the oven at 180 degree Celsius for 15 minutes
6. mean while, make the meat into ball shape and put them on the oven tray
7. bake for 15-20 minutes
8. ready to serve!

p/s : of course if u can also deep fried it if u dun have a oven. i use oven as i cant deep fried in my hostel

An Interesting Conversation With A Realtor....Hmmmmm

rhon1985 — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 23:09:32 +0000

Ok so today I had a very interesting conversation with a realtor who we shall call “X” about the current homebuyers market. Now these are merely his opinions and observations, but I think he had some interesting things to say. There are a couple of do’s and dont’s when it comes to home buying and I decided to share a few. The first thing he said before the conversation even got started is…KNOW YOUR RANGE!!! Simply meaning if you cannot afford that $500.000 dollar house that sits all alone with the golden driveways then dont bother the realtor with wanting to see it. This is a waste of time. Of course no realtor can know off-hand what you can afford, but taking them through unneccessary hoops is a big no-no. Another thing he advised is steer clear of short sales. A short sale is simply a home that is being sold for less than what the current homeowners owe, meaning if they owe $125,000 dollars on their home and they want to sell of for $100,000, the potential buyer has to wait until the bank accepts the potential buyers offer. This may take months, and of course if its your dream home go for it, but be advised this may take longer than usual. And finally….drum roll please!!! DONT BLAME THE REALTOR…….meaning dont take out your home buying frustrations on your realtor. If you miss out on something because you were late deciding on how much you wanted to offer or you made a significantly lower offer than the asking price, then dont blame your realtor. The are professionals just as we are…dont bombard them with calls and demands they are not magicians no matter how good they are!! So with that being said….I think I want to build my own home!!! Just kidding!

Defloration

Marco Gonzalez — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:57:37 +0000

Ja, Entjungferung! Denn heute ist es mein erstes Mal. Heute ist mein Blog unter www.marcogonzalez.de online gegangen, mit dem ich fortan die Welt beglücken möchte und ich habe es gleich zwei Mal getan.

In erster Linie möchte ich mit diesem Blog meine Freunde und meine Familie einladen, mich während der nächsten sieben Monate auf meiner Reise zu begleiten; mitzuverfolgen, wie und wohin meine Wege mich führen und gerne auch Ihre Meinungen und Erfahrungen mit mir zu teilen.

Ich habe diese Form der Kommunikation gewählt, weil Sie mir die Chance bietet, anders als in sozialen Netzwerken, auch mit jenen in Kontakt zu bleiben, die (man mag kaum glauben, dass es noch solche Menschen gibt) sich noch außerhalb von Facebook, Twitter und Co. bewegen.

Ich wünsche dem geneigten Leser viel Vergnügen beim durchstöbern meiner Seite und freue mich auf eure Kommentare.

it got weird?

thisvitalprinciple — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:57:16 +0000

So I mentioned that last week I made a bit of a stupid, right? That would be sleeping with a close family friend who’s single, and then realizing that adding sex to a long-time friendship basically makes a relationship.

I already have a relationship. I don’t want another.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy my relationship; I do. I love J.L more than words can express. He’s my support, my best friend, my partner in crime. He’s the person I go to when I want to celebrate, when I’m tired or scared or sad or happy. He’s the only person I trust above all else.

He’s the one in all the world who makes me say, “Okay, maybe, just maybe, there is a God. Because it’s really weird that I met this guy, who is so perfectly aligned for me in every way, in the Mormon church – the least likely venue to meet him, given our current lifestyle and beliefs.”

A relationship is difficult as often as it’s easy. It requires a lot of give and take, communication and compromise and sticking in there when it seems easier to just throw up your hands and say, “Fuck it.”

It’s more than just the snapshot, picture perfect moments of joy. It’s also the tears and the broken-hearted moments. It’s when my mom died, and J.L. stood beside me. Or when J.L. injured his back and was fired, then found out I was pregnant and had he had to support a wife and a child. It’s all those moments, large and small, wonderful and terrifying that map together to make it a whole.

I really don’t think I have it in me to do more than one of those. I don’t want to even try. I have a hard time keeping up friendships, honestly. I get kind of bored of people after a bit and start dropping them when they begin to annoy me. Because of that, I’m constantly worried that the friends I honestly do care about will do the same to me.

So adding sex to a friendship? Bad, bad, bad idea. Unless that friend is already in a committed relationship and has absolutely no intentions or plans whatsoever of making it anything but an occasional friend-fling (hint, hint, I’m looking at you Chris), I should not do that.

So tonight I have to have a talk with this particular friend.

I was planning on putting the fear of God into him with a scary talk about J.L.’s indiscretions and whatnot, but my sister-in-law talked some sense into me. She told me in no uncertain terms that I’m an adult, and as an adult I should handle this like a stupid adult.

So I’m just going to tell him that I thought it wouldn’t be weird, and it’s obviously not weird for him – but it got weird for me, and I can’t do the sex bit. Sorry to cut him off right after he was introduced to the wonderful world of fleshly delights, but he’s going to have to search out his bits elsewhere.

I feel bad about this.

He Said It...

Krista — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 00:38:56 +0000

First, we shall discuss Pumpkin shall we? So, while my cousin and I were put of the room, Pumpkin got onto the laptop. She likes to sleep on our laptops because of the heat. Well, while she was laying there she. somehow, found her way onto Amazon.com and set up a profile for my cousin. After that she selected, ordered and got a discount on Supreme Commander for the PC! She qualified for free shipping and handling! It was on the checkout page when my cousin came back. She is such a hacker kitty!

As for my tongue..this is going to be brief. I got my tongue pierced under odd circumstances and that is all I’m going to say.

Now, for Mike and I. Today, November 22, 2009 at 5:42pm, Mike told me that he loved me. I have told him before, as you would know if you have read the other posts, that I love him. I knew that he wouldn’t say it back at the time. I knew that i wasn’t supposed to say it but I could not help myself. Anyhow, today he said it and I cried. It was the most amazing feeling it that I have ever had. I get butterflies when I think of him and, if he calls me a pet name, he automatically wins at anything. He called me and told me he missed me…I turned beet red and squealed..*sigh* I’m such a girl…>.>’ I am trying to find a way to get down to see him soon. I am so eager to be in his arms and be able to pet my werewolf. ^-^ Lately, I have been walking on air. Everything about life is good. I miss him though we have never met and it just feels like I belong with him. I have felt that before but…something about Mike is pulling me closer…I feel

like I should just go with where ever this new tide takes me but, at the same time, I am so terrified to do that. I mean, the last time I gave in to the tide it lead me into Louisiana and into heartache.

Every time I talk to him, every doubt I even think of having evaporates and all I can think of is how it would feel to have his arms around me. I am waiting very impatiently to be able to snuggle with him throughout the night! Or to be able to watch a scary movie with him so that I have a reason to be in his lap.

On the other hand, I am so worried that I won’t be what he thinks I am…I try to be as real as possible with him but I’m not sure if I am doing as great as I think I’m doing. I hope that I am but I am so scared that it’ll be just like Kerry. He

told me after like 3 months of me being there that I was a different person then how I seemed over text and talking on the phone. I didn’t realize that I was being any different but I guess I was. Mike is the sweetest man that I have ever met and I feel like I am the luckiest woman in the world!! He is a just like my fairy tale prince and he wants to be with me. Me, of all the women out there! I am simple, I am plain, I am not worth him. He is a god and I am but a mortal. He is so…perfect. That’s the only word I can come up with. Mike is everything that I have been looking for in a guy. He is sweet, charming, intelligent, ambitious, accepts me for who I am, handsome, caring, a family man and isn’t against cuddling! ^-^ I love him! I love Mike! ^-^ It feels good to say…erm…type…that! I really hope that things work out this time!

Thank you for reading. Until next time…~C’est la vie!~

Let's start...

therealbarbiediaries — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:43:25 +0000

Hi. This is my first blog. I really don’t know much about blogging. So I’m just going to type in whatever is on my mind. Thats good, right? It keep the post raw, fresh out of my crazy mind.

Okay.. Here’s the thing. Nobody knows I have a blog. My sister doesn’t know, my Mom doesn’t know. Not a single soul. So basically this is an anonymous blog, for now. Let this be our little secret, okay? I’m going to be really truthful, and just put everything out there. I have nothing to lose. It’s actually a great benefit for me since it will help me clear my mind. So before I start my little rant about my so called life.. let me start by introducing myself.

I am 20 years old, I was born in Germany. My father is German and my mother is Filipina. My father thought that it was a great idea to send my Mom, my younger sister and myself back to Manila.. so that’s where I grew up. After a few years working as an actress and being the breadwinner of the family during my teen years, my Mom got married to an Englishman and since then we have moved to England to live as a family. Happy Ending, right? Well not quite.. I wasn’t ready to move to another country and leave my job, my schooling and my friends behind. But I had to. It was the hardest thing I had to do… It took me 2 years of going back and forth of the two countries and alot of running around and wasting time to realize that I can’t keep running from the truth anymore. I live here, in London. It’s starting to sink in, and I’m getting used to the thought everyday. This may sound really shallow, but believe me.. it’s hard. I think I’m very much ahead of my peers because of all the situations I had to go through in my life. I’m not here to rant about not getting the newest Chanel purse or not getting a call back from a guy from class. Although to be honest with you, that is the exterior of me. I’m suppose to play out perfect daughter, perfect girl. I’m a Barbie and I’ve made of plastic. Lot’s of plastic. Nobody knows that a doll can have troubles and like this blog, I’m not about to tell the world who I really am…yet.

First time..

mefetsh52 — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:33:47 +0000

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I was at home ready for eric to pick me up, we were going to school game and then maybe out to eat or something. we had been together now for a year 2 months. I have been dreamning about how our first time was going to be. As i got into his car sat down and gave him a long passionate kiss on the lips, he asked “what was that for” with a smile, i said i love you and im ready, he asked “ready for what?” i sat back smiled and said you know teasingly our first time. His eyes glowed with happiness, but then suddenly it went to a slight frown i aske dwhat was wrong he said well it’s going to be my first time too, and im nervous, i said me too with a smile. Suddenly we we’re off to the game and didn’t talk about on the ride there, we sat down on the benches and after it was over hopped back into his car.
As we we’re driving off i noticed we weren’t going into town or back to my house, he was driving off somewhere outside the county. I looked around and it was the way to the lake where his parents have a camper at the camp grounds, and it was early winter so no one ever goes there this time of the year. I asked why are we here when we got there, he replied,”i been ready for a lo0ng time now but i wasn’t sure if you were” i gave him a long kiss, we got out of the car, found our way to his camper.

he got the key from under the mat, took my hand and started to pull me in the cold room, we kept bumping into things, he opened the door to his parents room, i asked “in here” he said why not smileing, i counldn’t resist my clit was already throbbing! we were both really nervous and pulled me to him and started to undo my bra, his hands we’re warm and my breast started to get hard. he said you feel so good, i slowly took my hand to his pants. unzipped them and took my hand to his thick hard cock, i said smiling wow im glad your my first your cock is perfect, he smiled and got even harder! it didn’t take long to get warm, next he unzipped my pants and teased my cunt he and smiled, saying you feel great ALL over that made me want him even more. We were both naked then he lied me on the bed and nibbled on my nipples, i started playing with his cock, stroking it. He tease me cunt next thing i know im wet and ready for his hard thick cock to enter me! Aww..with heavy moans
he was so thick it was hard, i was tight but he was gentle and fingered me a little to get it wide enough, finally it made it in it felt great i felt the sensational burn down there it was great, we didn’t care about protection i was already on the pill months before so it was somewhat safe, it didn’t matter, i couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to fuck me, i moaned for him. he entered me and i was im amazement!, i felt all tingly in my flesh head to toes,my head was spinning, getting hot and breathing hard. He moaned my name and said i love you and i started screaming fuck me harder he did as i said and he came to orgasm and cummed in he… his eyes were all happy and they sorta rolled back. it was great! He rolled off me and breathing hard he daid that was great and im glad im your first. i said i love you too and thx, i felt wet underneath me it was virgin blood and i smile dwhne i looke at him again. Next i got on top of and made my way down to to his cock and to
ok it and licked it and i got him all hard again he was moaning for it, then he cummed in my mouth it was great! warm cum down my throat i was scared though all the other girls say it was nasty, they were wrong it was overwhelming! he said oak y my turn i want to give you pleasure, he pulled my up and smiled and teased my breast more and made his way down even before he got down there it felt as if i was dripping, i think i was, he slowing played with my clit and ate me out omg! it was even better then having his cock in me i left this feeling all through my skin again except even more electrifyingi didnt know what i t was but i then i realized i had come to climax, orgasam i cummed all over his face and his liked it all of it he rubbed his face all in my cunt and licked and ate all of me! when he got trhough he made his way back up and looked at me and aske dif he licked it, i said it was great. all of a sudden we heard a vibrating sound it was his mom! he answered and his
mom was asking where he was it was after 11 the game was over a good 2 hours ago!, he said he lost track of time and said he would be home soon. His mom said no, don’t come home meet us at the campgrounds! our eyes widened, our night of romance was over! so we thougt. He asked his mom how far she was from the camp she said 5 minutes. Omg we had 5 mintues to get out of there, he hung up and we rushed to get our things, i slipped on my pantts not worrying about underwear, just grabbed them and in my purse, eric on the other hand looked for new sheets fot the bed, we took the ones off and fixed the bed, we made sure we didn’t leave nothing behind. We jumped in the car and sped out of there. We drove around the roads for a while and then made our way to the camp. When we got there his mom asked why i was still wiht him and he said well u said to come straight here, he asked if it was okay if i stayed the night, no one was home at my house, and my parents thought he had already
dropped me off at my friends to spend the night so i had all my things in a duffle bag in his car. She was fine with it he had to sleep on the floor though. we were both nervouse and held hands for the longest time ever. She went to her room, and looked around, she screams! omg we’re dead, we run in there ask whats wrong and there was a spider we laughed and ran out of there. As his mom was asleep we got up in the nice cool night and went to the forest and to the docks, no one is there we looked around and set our things, in the forest near the edge of the river, we sat there looking into the moon and again, we started where we left. i got onto him and unipped him he was already hard, i took ly pants off, it was clod but we didn’t mind at all we wrapped a blanket around my waist to keep us warm, he followed my lead. i was literally screaming his name , up and down up and down riding him, omg it felt better then the first time, he kissed my breasts, iran my hands through
his long dirty blonde hair. i begged him harder, he rolls on top of me again gently he goes back and fourth then faster and faster,he’s screaming my name i don’t care if anyone hears us, it’s perfect everything is. when we finally had enough we got dressd and made our way abck. We open the door and his mom was waiting there for us, she aske where we went he told her out ont he lake looking into hte moon, she looked at me she didn’t ask anymore questions. We made our way to the room and we both get in bed and play with each other, we didn’t get any sleep thay night, he fingered me and i stroked his cock how could we! we woke up with his mom staring at us she woke us up eric shirtless, thank goodness i wasn’t! she had a stern face toldus to wake up and asked for him to go eoth her outside to talk, he did, she found out later what we had done, she never said anything to me about it, i was glad, but that first time im never going to forget ever!

When ha had gotten back in he said next time we go on th boat with a smile.

Author: Mary Fetsch

Breaking News.

offtherecord — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 09:07:35 +0000

I have found the song.

Yes, you know…. that song.

Okay, so this may be a bit of an over-share, but this is how strongly I feel about this tune that I’m publicizing it on my blog….

Sex Therapy by Robin Thicke is going to be the soundtrack to my first time (yes first time sex kinda first time).

Stop judging me and go listen to it. Seriously! Go! Now! It’s sooo good.

Actually, I think I’ll just post it here. Watch and Listen!!!!

See! Told you!

It’s okay, go ahead, you can use it too…

Anddddd that’s all for today…

Bisous.

The next trip

Bruce & Suzanne — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 01:26:53 +0000

The next trip to the snow was with my good friend ‘Ross’ – we’d been away previously together, travelling overseas on sightseeing holidays and on a cruise.. Following my ‘lone’ journey to the snow I returned full of zest and vigor (I wish I had that now!) and it didn’t take long to talk Ross into another trip with me – this time down to the Australian ski fields…

I organised accommodation at the wonderful resort “Ski Rider” hotel at Wilson’s Valley on the Snowy Mountains Highway which runs from Jindabyne up to Charlottes Pass in New South Wales. Charlottes Pass by the way is probably the closest town – (village perhaps) to the highest peak in Australia – Mount Kosciusko – which by world wide standards is really only a ‘pimple’ by comparison – but it’s all we Aussies have so ‘we’ have to make do! You can’t drive to the peak but it’s a relatively easy walk now along well maintained board walks to the top of Australia. The view there is spectacular – it is amazing to see how much snow there really is in this hot and dry country.

Anyway – back to the story – Ross and I arrived at the Ski Rider hotel and into our well appointed room (don’t you believe it!) – I had learned lessons from my previous trip and we had organised our excellent ‘hire’ clothing and skis from a little backyard hire place that used to be operated out of a house in a residential area of Bankstown in Sydney’s western suburbs. From memory – back then – 30 something years ago, this was virtually the ‘only’ place a Sydneysider could go to to hire or purchase Ski gear (sorry – there was no such an animal as a ‘snowboard‘ back then!).

The gear was of the best quality available however waterproof it was not!! The clothing may as well have been constructed of gauze curtain material for all the good it did! However ‘beggars can’t be choosers’ and that’s what we ended up with. We also hired the skis, boots, roof racks and snow chains for the car from the same place – I went there several times later and every time the little garage at the back of the house was ‘chock a block’ full of fellow skiers hiring equipment, back then these people had a gold mine business!

So now we’re in the snow – up to Perisher Valley and decided to forget about any ski lessons – as I said on my previous post ‘they’re for sissys’ – aren’t they? Anyway I was now a seasoned and nearly expert skier after blundering around on the snow for 2 and a half days just a few weeks earlier, there was nothing left for me to learn, surely? – and I could easily pass on all my hard earned experience and knowledge to Ross (who really wasn’t a very ’sporty’ or co-ordinated person to start with) WRONG!!

We were wet, soggy and bruised by the end of the first day – AND cold! Snow in Australia isn’t known for it’s consistently ‘dry’ quality – it can be – but more often than not its a little on the wet side – spring arrives early generally and it’s common for quite a few ’spring like’ days to appear throughout the relatively short snow season which officially runs from early June to early October. Although from my experience the decent natural snow really only generally occurs from around end of July to early September – if you’re lucky!

So here we were – the 2nd day of our 5 day sojourn and we made the decision to take ski lessons – well not exactly – we saw and followed a couple of groups of people around who were actually ‘in’ a ski lesson and tried to ‘eavesdrop’ on what they were being asked to do by the instructor – with limited success! After watching the instructor and his pupils we’d go away and try to mimic what he and they were doing; somehow learning a little about skiing along the way!

Amazingly, at the end of our holiday I was actually able to come down a small hill with a modicum of control – only colliding with a couple of other people on the way and generally stopping close to where I intended to!

We left our grand room in the ‘Ski Rider’ and commenced our long drive back to Sydney – I don’t remember alot about that except for being pulled over for speeding somewhere near Goulburn and then being harangued by the Police officer as he thought Ross was not wearing his seatbelt (he actually had been but had taken it off as he looked around to the back of my car watching me speaking with the policeman) Luckily I received a ‘caution’ and we were able to continue without further problem…

On returning home I decided that I wanted to go back again to the snow – though the next time with my ‘own’ equipment and clothing…

Stay in touch for the next exciting installment in “Live for the Snow” !

Journey to Fatherhood - Part 2

upmaan — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 19:46:20 +0000

8th November 2009, we reached hospital at around 08:30PM. Doctor had called my wife to admit her. Everybody was very anxious. We were not able to think if my wife should be induced pain and wait for normal delivery or go for a cesarean. She was already 3 days past the delivery date and doctor had scared us of many complications that could arise because of an overdue baby. Moreover doctor was not sure if inducing pain would really work, and also she had almost given clear indication that she would prefer cesarean for my wife over normal delivery option to avoid any risk. We were also of the view that, if in any case doctor would operate at the end, then why my wife should bear labour pain. My wife also shared the same view. After contemplating for 2 long hours, we decided to go for a cesarean.

Then it popped up another worry to create a tensed environment. You must agree that how important, our elders feel, the dates and timings are, for the birth of a child. We were told by some Pandits that good time was between 05:00 AM to 06:00 AM on 9th November 2009. After that there was no good time for next 2-3 days. Now that it was almost sure that doctors would do a cesarean anyhow even if my wife underwent induced pain, my parents thought, then why not baby to be born during that auspicious time. So if the surgery was early morning, we had to give our confirmation to doctors immediately so that they could arrange for a surgery panel and medicines. Although on such a short notice doctor’s panel would become available early morning, but they might not have taken full sleep and that could be risky for patient. This was another worry we were facing. We shared our apprehension with the main doctor who was attending Pooja. After she assured us that such things were normal for doctors, we gave our nod in agreement for surgery to be at 05:30 AM early morning next day, i.e. 9th November.

By then it was already 11:30 PM, I asked my parents and other family members to go back to home and come early morning during surgery. I stayed back with my wife. I very well knew how difficult it was for her to decide cesarean delivery. She was put on drip though the entire night. She was lying in her bed staring at the ceiling trying to sleep but just could not. There was no sleep in her eyes. I sat close to her and put my hand above her head trying to calm her down. I cannot say how successful I was in doing so as I was more scared than her. So many good and bad thoughts were coming in my mind. We remained awoke entire night. We remembered all good times from our college days when we were together till that day. We could not realize when the day dawned and nurse entered our room to get my wife ready to be transported to operation theatre.

First-time buyers drive home sales

neatnew — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:02:14 +0000

HOME sales have continued their steady rise as first-time buyers rush to meet a December 31 rollback of the first-home owners boost…. From The Australian. Full story

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A Beautiful Distraction

greyscarf — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 03:19:14 +0000

I do have things I want to blog about: a Hampton Sides’ essay on Mormon archaeologists, my inh

NEW HOMEBUYERS CREDIT LAW PASSED WITH UNEMPLOYMENT BENEFIT EXTENSION

taxfacts — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 01:32:01 +0000

Guest Contributor: Terry Baily, Owner of Liberty Tax Services in Lenoir City, Tennessee

On November 6, President Obama signed into law H.R. 3548, the “Worker, Homeownership, and Business Assistance Act of 2009.” The major relief provisions are designed to further prop up the U.S. housing market and address unemployment and
business losses. These tax breaks are paid for by an increase in the required estimated tax payments by corporations and by higher penalties for partnerships and S Corporations who fail to file tax returns. The Act also extends the surtax on the federal unemployment tax (FUTA) to help pay for an extension of unemployment benefits.

The legislation extends the $8,000 first-time homebuyer credit through April 30, 2010, allowing homebuyers under a binding contract an additional 60 days to close after that date. (The credit was set to expire on December 1, 2009.) If homebuyers enter into a contract to buy a home before May 1, 2010, then they have until July 1, 2010 to close on the purchase and still claim the credit.

A new credit to allow howeowners to step up to a larger residence was added by the legislation. A $6500 credit will now be available to new buyers who have lived in their current residence for at least five consecutive years during the eight-year period before the purchase of the new residence. (These credits are equal to 10% of the purchase price of the home up to either the $8000 or the $6500 limit.)

The Act also makes these credits available to higher-income taxpayers. Previously, the credit would phase out for single taxpayers with between $75,000 and $95,000 in income and married taxpayers with between $150,000 and $170,000 in
income. The new law increases the income limits to between $125,000 and $145,000 for single taxpayers and between $225,000 and $245,000 for married taxpayers filing a joint return. As under the previous law, taxpayers will have to repay the credit if they do not live in the house for at least 36 months.

For the first time, there will be a dollar cap on qualifying residences. The credit is available only for principal residences with a purchase price of $800,000 or less. If the new home costs more than this amount, the entire credit is lost. The Act also contains
anti-fraud provisions to ensure that ineligible taxpayers do not claim the credit. Those measures include:

1. The taxpayer or the taxpayer’s spouse must be 18 years old to claim the credit.

2. Taxpayers cannot claim the credit if they are claimed as a dependent on someone else’s tax return.

3. The taxpayer must attach a copy of the settlement statement to the return on which the credit is claimed.

4. Purchases do not qualify if the taxpayer buys the home from a related person.

Service members have more liberalized rules for claiming the homebuyers credit. They are not subject to the same recapture rules, and they get additional time to qualify for the credit if they serve outside of the United States for at least 90 days in 2009 or 2010. Also, military personnel who receive payments under the Defense Housing Assistance Program (HAP) to assist them in selling a home that has declined in value do not have to report the payments as income.

Despite the fact that this credit is estimated to cost $10.8 billion over 10 years, Congress was persuaded by statistics from the National Association of Realtors whoreported in October that existing home sales rose 9.2 percent in September compared with sales in the same month in 2008 due to the homebuyer credit.

Disclaimer: Always consult your trusted tax, investment, legal, real estate, and/or mortgage advisor to discuss your specific situation, as every individual’s scenario is unique. Excerpts from this blog are for general informational purposes only and should not be construed as specific advice.

First Time Home Buyers

donnapellegrino — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 00:58:02 +0000

Are you still renting? Did you know the tax credit the government is offering can be used up front for down payment & closing cost? Why are you still renting? Give me a call so we can talk more. I’ll explain ALL of it to you.

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willcrimson — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 00:00:39 +0000

The small meeting room gradually filled with parents and students.
“Is that really you, Shandra?”
“Yeah,” the young woman answered.
“You’re a senior?” The older man was incredulous. Divorced. From out of state. He hardly recognized his daughter’s best friend.
“Yes.”
“Can you believe it?”Shandra’s mother beamed. “My little baby.”
“Mom…” Shandra rolled her eyes.
“You look a little nervous,” her friend’s father smiled, noticing the young woman’s flushed complexion. “I could never speak in front of people.”
“No…” The girl laughed. “We thought we were late. We ran from the car.”

45 Minutes Before

“Oh my God, I thought Mom would never leave,” said Shandra.
Her boyfriend, Matthew, followed her into the kitchen where she quickly picked up a book, some notes and a spiral notepad.
“What time do you need to be there?”
“Like, now,” she snapped. “Seriously, I want to be there early.”
“It’s only five minutes from here!”
Shandra felt her boyfriend’s hand on her hip, then lower to cup her ass. “God, you’ve got a cute butt.”
“I’ve gotta’ go!”
“Turn around.”
She turned. He pushed her books out of her hands and onto the table. Then shoved her backward until the table’s edge pressed into her ass. They kissed. She matched his passion, kissing him just as urgently. His hands moved up over her small breasts, feeling them through her black dress. Her nipples hardened under his palms. She pulled him by his ass against her pelvis. Her breath and his shook. She pushed him away. Dazed.
“I can’t,” she breathed.
“You’re wet.”
Her eyes fluttered. She wanted to sit on the table’s edge, to open her legs for him. “I can’t,” she said again.

45 Minutes Later

“So what’s your senior presentation going to be about?”
“Feminism,” Shandra answered.
The small auditorium was almost full. Matthew’s mother, Gale, joined Shandra, her mother and her friend’s father. “Have you tried the cake? It’s delicious.” She balanced a plate with one hand, a drink in the other.
“Did you say Feminism?” Gale asked.
“Yes,” Shandra answered. “Women’s rights have always interested me.”
“She’s applied to pre-law,” her mother interjected.
“Good for you!” Gale drawled between bites of cake. She glanced at Matthew, just joining them. “Where’s your tie, hon?”
“My tie?”
“Weren’t you wearing a tie when you left?” Gale asked. “I thought you were wearing a tie.”
“Oh yeah…” Matthew felt his collar. “I needed a new one. I forgot…”

45 Minutes Before

Shandra rushed out to Matthew’s car. Matthew started the engine. She climbed in, closed the door.
“What’s wrong?” Shandra asked.
“Nothing,” Matthew answered. He glanced left and pulled out onto the road.
They drove. Then stopped at a red light.
“I want you too,” she said quietly.
“It’s been seven days since you started the pill,” Matthew responded, quietly.
Shandra didn’t answer.
“I’ve never cum in you…”
Shandra’s stomach felt feather-light. She pressed her ass into the seat, almost absent-mindedly. “Which way are you going to school?” she finally said.
“I know a shortcut.”
“No.” But Shandra’s voice had changed. Her “no” was quieter, maybe submissive. “I don’t want to be late.”

45 Minutes Later

“Are you ok, Shandra?” Sarah whispered.
“I’m fine,” Shandra whispered back.
“You’re squirming!”
“I have to pee.”
The small crowd applauded as Matthew’s younger sister finished her presentation. The high school senior smiled and the assistant principal took her place. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Steve Bower will give the next presentation.”
“Aren’t you next?” Sarah whispered.
“God, I wore too much?” Shandra whispered.
Sarah sniggered.
Shandra tried not to smile. “Are you going to Dave’s party tonight?”
“Totally,” Sarah answered.

45 Minutes Before

“Mat…”
“Unbutton your dress,” he said nervously as he drove.
She did: one button, then the next, then the next. Slowly. Her breath was shallow.
“Like this?” she asked in a whisper.
“Pull the top apart,” he said, seeing peripherally, but driving too.
Her breasts flickered in and out of darkness as they passed under streetlights. Her nipples were swollen and arched upwards with her deepening breaths. “What do you want me to do next?” she asked.
“Tell me what’s going to happen to you,” he said, his own breathing shallow.
Shandra knew what he was asking. This was her out. I’m going to be driven to school, she could say. I’m going to give you a blow job, she could say. “You’re going…” her heart raced. “…you’re going to fuck me without a condom. You’re going to cum in my womb.”

45 Minutes Later

Brief applause was followed the Assistant Principal taking his place at the podium.
“You’re red as a beet!” Sarah whispered to Shandra.
“I’m nervous.”
“I thought you said…”
“Never mind…”
“Ms. Shandra James will be next. Her topic tonight will be feminism.” The microphone failed. After two or three tries the Assistant Principal hushed everyone. “Go head and stretch,” he announced. “Richard is getting a new microphone.”
Sarah stood.
Shandra didn’t want to.
“Do you want some water?” Shandra’s mother asked, tapping her on the shoulder from her seat behind her.
“No thanks, Mom.”

45 Minutes Before

“Take your panties off.”
Shandra reached under the hem of her dress, pulling it up until it almost revealed her sex. With a shimmy of her hips, first left, then right, she pushed her panties down and over her slender legs. They fell to her ankles. She leaned forward and pulled them over her feet. Her nipples pressed against the rough fabric of her dress. She sat up.
“Where should I put them?” she asked.
“I don’t care.”
She stuffed them under the seat.
“Spread your legs.”
She did; or as far as she could. She felt her sex open as she opened her legs, warm and moist. Her breathing came in shallow gasps.
Matthew had already loosed his tie. He tugged through his collar. “You know where the leash goes…” he said.
Shandra took the tie and wrapped the smaller end loosely around her neck. The car stopped in the empty playground parking lot overlooking the school. There were no lights, only one under the school building’s eave, shadowed by the leaves of late spring. They were in darkness.
He stepped out of the car, walked to his girlfriend’s side and opened the door. She gazed at him, eyes half lidded, legs open, bare breasts rising and falling. She placed the loose end of the tie in his hand and stepped out.
“You need to be taken for a walk?”
She nodded.
He gently pulled her out of the car. She clasped her hands behind her back.
“Hold it,” he said. He lifted the back of her dress and placed it in her hands at the small of her back. She was naked from the hips down. The slender swell of her hips and ass rounded smoothly into the darkness between her legs.
“Now walk,” he said, watching the young woman’s hips and ass sway in the half light. He was hard. Aching.
He stopped her at the fringe of trees, where the higher ground fell away – down thirty or forty feet to the back side of the school. Cars were parking at the front of the school. They could only see the light reflected from the trees at the school entrance. There was a one story sprawling brick building between them and the others. They could look down at its roof.
“Hah!” Shandra gasped. Matthew’s mouth closed over her breast. He sucked her tit deeply into his mouth. She arched. She could feel her sex, arching upward between her legs, behind her, readying.

45 Minutes Later

The Assistant Principal tapped the mic., then adjusted it, then tapped it again. The general conversation among the attendees decreased. “OK,” he said, “I think everything is working.”
The attendees quietly shuffled back to their seats.
“As I said before,” he continued, “our next speaker will be Shandra James. She will be graduating Magna Cum Laude and will be giving the valedictory speech at graduation. Her work at this school has been outstanding. She has been a model to other students and we will miss her. Will everyone now please welcome Ms. James.”
The attendees applauded.
“I need your sweater!” Shandra whispered urgently.
Sarah looked blankly. “My sweater?”
Shandra yanked it from the back of Sarah’s chair, meaning to wrap it around her waist.
Shandra felt her mother tap her on the shoulder. “When you’re presenting,” she heard her mother whispered loudly. “Nothing makes a good impression like good posture. Stand straight!”

45 Minutes Before

“Bend over.”
They were under the shade of the trees. It was night. No one could see them. The light of a back room had been switched on. Shandra shook. She bent over, legs straight, presenting, her hands still clasped behind her back. “I’m still just a high school girl,” she whispered.
She felt him tie the free end of the tie loosely around her wrists. Her dress hung around the narrow of her waist, her hips and the place between her legs naked and unprotected.
“How old are you?” Matthew asked. She heard him unzip his pants.
“Eighteen,” she breathed.
“You don’t think you’re old enough?” He ran his hand over her ass, just grazing the wetness at the joining of her legs. “Let’s find out.”
She groaned. “But I’m not sure…” she groaned, playing the game.
“There’s only one way to find out…”
“Mmmm!” She moaned. He was pinching her tit where it hung under her. The fingers of his other hand grazed her clit. She arched and presented her ass, following his fingers upward with each glide over her clit, groaning as he pinched and pulled on her nipples.
“So far so good,” he murmured breathlessly.
“Ummm…. now what?” she breathed.
“Open your mouth.”
“That’s it…” She heard him groan and he ran his hand over her ass. “So ready to be mounted. Now you look like a woman…”

45 Minutes Later

“What is a woman?” she asked, beginning her speech. “The definition of womanhood has changed throughout history and has too often been defined by men. They are their father’s commodity and their husband’s property. They are the mother of God and harlot condemned by God. Women are our iconography and our pornography. They are the girls men covet and the crones they revile.”
“Feminism began as women’s right to define themselves. Feminism is the expression of women’s desire to be heard, to be respected, to be equal…”

45 Minutes Before

She could still taste his cock on her lips, in her mouth.
“Let’s find out if you’re a woman.” He moved behind her.
“I don’t ayiiii……” she gasped. He was penetrating her, smoothly. Her mouth opened. She felt skin! At first just the soft warmth of his smooth round head placed against her slick lips – so unlike a condom! Her brows knitted and she widened her stance. “Uhn!” The opening into her body swallowed the head of his cock. She could -feel- him. She could -feel- the ridge behind the head of his cock as he sank into her. Her head shot back. “Oh fuck!” There had been no condom package torn open. There had been no waiting for him to put a condom on his cock. He could penetrate her any time he wanted. Anywhere. “Huhn!” She tried to keep her balance. He held her wrists. The girth of him slid fully into her wet belly. “Uhn…” God! So deep!
She heard him groan. Then felt both hands on her hips.
He drew back, skin against skin, then thrust. She bit her lip and cried out. God, he felt so good, the heat of him inside her. She cried out again with another thrust. This was real sex. There was a bare cock deeply inside her! – for the first time! His own groans joined her cries. Then he was thrusting hard and fast, overcome by the small young woman who offered herself to him.
“Yeah?” he asked, out of breath.
His thrusts abruptly changed – he stayed deep inside her with short, hard thrusts.
“Oh….” She moaned. “Please don’t!”
“Why ?” Matthew groaned, playing the game.
“Please! You’re gonna’ make…” she struggled to free her hands. “I can’t stop…”
“What’s the matter?” he growled.
She struggled, hips pivoting around the length inside her.
“Look at you,” he groaned. “Class valedictorian.”
“Please…” She lifted her hips, pushed, and arched but couldn’t dislodge the cock penetrating her. “I can’t… can’t stop it…”
She tried to turn.
“No, you don’t,” he growled. “Look straight ahead. This has got nothing to do with you.”
“Nothing to…?”
“I said: Look straight ahead!” He pulled her hair back.
“Uhhh! You’re… you’re making me…”
“Hush.”
She felt her muscles clench around her boyfriend’s cock. Yes. Like this. Someone was in one of the rooms that faced the hillside – the hillside where she was being fucked. The light went off again. The muscles in her belly clenched again as the cock thrust in and out of it. She heard some laughter from the parking lot on the building’s other side. She tried to breathe evenly. She couldn’t. She gasped. She thought she could hear the voice of her friend and laughter. Again, her pussy clenched the cock fucking her from behind.
The closest sound was his skin against hers, skin against skin, the sounds of her own youthful wetness. She watched shadows grow longer, then shorter as more cars pulled in. She tried to breathe again. But she was being fucked. Her body was being fucked from behind.
“Uuuhhhhnnn…” Her eyes rolled. The muscles in her sex, penetrated again and again, moved smoothly from a last clenching gasp to a smooth pulsing: her body’s answer to a man’s cock – contracting around it again and again. A woman’s answer. She couldn’t stop it. She had nothing to do with it. “Uh… uh… uh… uh…..uh…uuhhhnnnn…” Yes!

45 Minutes Later

“Let us control our bodies. Let us seek our own position in life. Let us no longer think of ourselves as helpless. Let the ideal of modern feminism be the woman free to define herself – free from the imposition of men -and- women. Let us be free to be both professionals and nonprofessionals – mother and home keeper without guilt. Let us be free to define ourselves as both desiring and objects of desire. Let us be free to make our own choices…”

45 Minute Before

Matthew pulled on the tie that bound her wrists. She grunted as his cock pressed deeper into her belly. He was going to cum in her! A man was going to cum in her womb. Hers! “Please…” she breathed, her belly shaking with a last spasm. “I’ve never… never had cum inside me…”
“Oh God!” she heard Matthew moan.
“I’m not sure…” she mewled, urging him on.
“Fuck, woman…”
“I’m not sure… I’m not sure you should…”
“What do you think you’re for?” he panted. “Huh?”
“I’m a woman…”
“Exactly,” he interrupted, groaned and pressed himself hard inside her.
Her eyes grew wide and gasped.
He was pulsing inside her! She could feel it! Cum! A cock in orgasm, naked, inside her. A man’s cum! – spilling deep inside her belly. She moaned, a long, guttural moan as she held still, instinctively arching and opening to receive her lover’s effluence, for the first time. It felt so natural. She swore she could feel the warm fluid flow into her.
Matthew exhaled loudly. She stood. He gently placed a hand on her womb, another on her breast, kissing her neck, nibbling her ear. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hands still bound at the small of her back, his naked cock still twitching inside her, in her belly, depositing a last drop inside her. This was her favorite part of sex. The gratitude. His hands moved gratefully over her hips, belly and breasts. She pressed her ass back, against him, equally grateful.

45 Minutes Later

“I knew you when you were just a 2nd grader! And to think you presented tonight!”
“Thank you,” Shandra smiled.
“And here you are,” said Sarah’s father, “a bright young woman.”
“Thanks,” Shandra answered politely, wishing she could be somewhere else.
“It’s like the first day of the rest of your life.”
“Shandra!” It was Sarah. Thank God. “Do you want to go to the party tonight? Steven said we could ride with him. Stacy and Ron are going with Janice.”

45 Minutes Before

Matthew released her hands and untied the tie from her neck. She rubbed her wrists, turned to kiss him. He pushed down her dress. It slid over her naked hips and fluttered to her knees. “We have to go!” she whispered. Her belly felt warm.
“Jesus, that felt good.” Matthew returned her kiss.
“C’mon,” she urged him. “We have to go!” Matthew’s tie slipped to the ground as he forced his still hard sex into his pants. He didn’t notice and neither did she.
“This way!” he said. He pulled her down the walkway that led from the playground at the top of the hill, to the school’s back entryway.
Her panties. They were in the car! But she didn’t care. It was almost time! They went into the school the back way. It was unlocked! They could hear voices around the corner of the long hallway that led from one classroom to another. He stopped her, pressed her back against the wall. “Fuck,” he mumbled as he kissed her, palming her breast and squeezing her ass. “I want you. Again.”
She gasped and kissed him back just as fiercely. “I’m so wet,” she moaned.
“Tonight,” he groaned,
“God, I feel like you filled me,” she whispered. “You’re still inside me. It’s like you’re still fucking me. When I’m up there, think about how you’re in my belly.” She slipped away from his groping and rounded the corner. There was Sarah! The friends saw each other.
Then Shandra felt wetness on her thigh – both of her thighs.

45 Minutes Later

Shandra pulled Matthew behind her.
“I’m going with Matthew,” she said, almost too curtly to Sarah.
They went the long way.
They walked around the building, found the gravel pathway back up to the playground.
Shandra’s stomach was tied in knots.
She raced up the pathway. Matthew followed, watching her slender hips sway. She had been fucked. He liked that about her. Some women always looked like they had just been fucked.
“What’s going on?” he asked when they reached the top of the path.
She faced him, then loosened the sweater that she had tied around her waist. She put it on the hood of Matthew’s car. Then she quietly turned her back to him, raised her hands and leaned on the car, arching her back.
Her black dress was soaked at the center of her ass, the center of her round hips, at her pussy. She glanced back at him. Her black dress was white with his cum. Matthew stepped behind her, slowly lifting her dress. She arched, offering herself.
“So,” he said quietly, “you gave a speech on feminism…”
“Like this,” she interrupted. “With the taste of your cock in my mouth, with my belly full of you orgasm, your cock dripping down my thighs, like I was yours… finally. It makes me feel like a woman too, to have taste and smell of her man’s cock in her mouth and belly and legs – God am I hot!” Her breath wavering and she stretched and arched for him.
He lifted the soaked dress over her ass. Her thighs were streaked with cum. She was a woman. She had been fucked.
He unzipped. “I don’t get you.”
She smiled. “Men are so clueless.”
“There’s one more place you need a cock, woman,” he answered.
“Huhnnn!!!” she cried out. He slipped easily, wetly and nakedly inside her, to fill one more place with cum.

:Will Crimson
November 21 2009

Tax Credit Extension

cbrowningreno — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:03:57 +0000

Good news for first-time homebuyers and buyers who want to move to a new home.

President Obama signed a bill to extend the tax credit for first-time homebuyers through June 30, 2010. The bill is also a great opportunity for other buyers who are not first time buyers.

First-Time Homebuyers- Receive the benefit of 10% of the purchase price or a maximum of $8,000. In order to qualify a buyer must be in a contract to sell by April 30, 2010 and close on the home no later than June 30, 2010. There are some hitches…..

Single tax filers who earn up to $125,000 are eligible for the total credit. Those who earn more than $125,000 can receive a partial credit. Those who earn over $145,000 are ineligible for the credit. Joint tax filers earning up to $225,000 are eligible for the total credit amount. Earners over $225,000 get partial credit and those over $245,000 are ineligible.

There is now a provision for current homeowners to purchase also. A $6,500 tax credit is available for qualified buyers who have owned and occupied a primary residence for a period of 5 consecutive years during the last 8 years. Homes over $800,000 are not eligible. The tax credit is only available for a primary residence, not a second home or investment property.

NOW IS A GREAT TIME TO BUY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Abduction

willcrimson — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 19:36:59 +0000

Abduction

Officer Joe Murphy glanced at his partner, Frank.
Another case just like the last – five incidents in five weeks.
The glow of the desk lamp cast a pale green light on the peeling paint of the station walls. A fluorescent light sputtered above them.
“All right,” said Joe. “Let’s start over.”
“Yes, Sir, Officer.” The young woman answered.
“And I’m sorry but I gotta’ ask, Hon,” Joe shifted. The old chair creaked under his lanky weight. “Were you wearin’ anything provocative?”
“No Sir!” The little blonde proudly shook her head. “Ain’t never. I was just walkin’ home from cheerleader practice.”
“So,” Frank chimed in. “You were in you’re cheerleading outfit?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Joe sighed.
Frank glanced at him. “What? She was in a cheerleading outfit. Perfectly normal.”
Joe glanced at Frank, then rubbed his forehead. “All right, Hon,” Joe continued, “let’s go over this again. You left practice and instead of walkin’ straight home you decided to take a shortcut back of George Tober’s field?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And David Carnelli was the last one to see you?” Joe glanced up at the tall boy – the school’s forward tackle.
“That’s right, Sir,” the girl answered. “Just David, and that’s not includin’ Ryan, Jud, Taggart, Lou and Freddy.”
Joe rubbed his forehead. He turned to the boy. The boy’s hands were fidgeting in his jean pockets. “And the last you saw her was in the field?”
“Yes, Sir,” the boy answered.
“Because you had to buy milk for your grandmother?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And how’s Grandma, Dave?” Frank interjected.
“She’s in fine shape, Mr. Parcell.”
Frank winked at him. “You’re an upstandin’ boy, David.”
“Frank!” Joe snapped.
“I’m just bein’ neighborly, Joe.”
Joe rubbed his temple then sorted through his notes. “Mrs. Carnelli says she didn’t see you until… 8:30 P.M. That was an hour after the store closed…”
“I saw you in Church last Sunday,” Frank interrupted. “You like the sermon?”
“Yes, Sir,” the boy answered.
“Frank!” Joe slammed his notes.
“What?”
“Can I ask the boy a question?”
“What do you wanna’ ask him, Joe? He’s a good boy. He goes to church and he buys his grandmother milk. What’s more to know? He’s a good, Christian boy.”
Joe rubbed his temples and turned back to the girl. “All right, Hon, what happened when you went into the field?”
“I saw the light!” the girl chirped.
“The light?”
“It was hoverin’ over my head. It was big as a house, Officer, and all lit up like a Christmas tree.”
“Then what?”
“Then… well… this door in the middle just sort of opened and I saw the light.”
“You saw the light?” Joe asked again.
“Yeah…” the girl leaned forward. “I couldn’t move, you know? Seein’ it? I just froze. And that light washed over me like a realization, you know? Like happened to the Saints. I fell to my knees just like that. It was like I was being called.”
“Then the light lifted you?”
“Like a leaf on wind,” the girl answered. “I was carried straight to the mother ship.”
“Then what?”
The girl glanced as though she’d be overheard. “The first thing happened they put somethin’ in my mouth.”
“In your mouth?”
“It was smooth,” she said. “And filled my mouth so I couldn’t talk.”
“Did you try to talk?” Frank interrupted.
“Yes, Sir,” the girl answered. “I did.”
“You wanted to tell them to stop, didn’t you, Sugar.”
“Frank!” Joe glared at him.
“Yes, Sir,” answered the girl, “but I couldn’t speak or nothing. That long smooth…” The girl blushed. “I almost choked on it.”
Joe shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Then what.”
“It started pumping this goo into my mouth and there was nothing I could do for it but swallow. Soon as one was done, another would go in my mouth.”
“Then what?”
“Just kept pumpin’ goo, Sir. Like it was a drug. Some of it spilled right down,” she traced her finger’s tip between her breasts, “here.”
“Then what?” he asked, voice strained.
“It was like in an exam room,” answered the girl. “It was all shiny and metal inside the mother ship. And there were probes.”
“Probes,” Joe asked..
“Yes, Sir, Officer, probes. Just like the one in my mouth. They would just come outta’ nowhere.”
“Anything else,” Frank interjected.
“Men, Sir,” the girl answered.
Frank was suddenly interested. “Men?”
“Little and green,” the girl answered. “They just kept touchin’ my all over – feathery light, little touches and sometimes it was like they had suction cups on their finger tips. They made me do things. They shackled my hands on the exam table. They made me open my legs.”
“There, see?” said Frank.
“I get it Joe,” said Frank, losing interest again. “Little green men. I get it. So… you still had your cheerleader outfit on?”
“Yes Sir,” the girl answered. “That didn’t stop’em one bit. They just kept opening my legs and I kept wantin’ to ask them: Why? Why are you doin’ this to me? But then they put little suction thingies on my…” The girl blushed. “Titties.” Then she whispered. “And they put another one, you know, down there.”
“Down there?” Joe asked.
“You know,” the girl squirmed. “Between my legs Where I go pee, pee. That and my titties. I started feelin’ funny all over. It’s like they were runnin’ tests on me. Like they needed to probe every part of me.”
“Every part?”
The girl leaned forward. “Every…” She lowered her voice. “…part.” Then she glanced behind her and cupped her hand next to her mouth. “They…” She scrunched her nose and whispered, “…penetrated me.”
“In every part…?” Joe asked.
“And…” The girl nodded. “…in my mouth.”
“What did the probes look like?”
“They were all silver, long, a little curved and thick with rounded tips. And once they got in me, the probes just kept moving back and forth inside me – in my mouth, in my behind, and in that tickly place that’s… it’s too uncouth to mention (a place I ain’t ever touched).”
“Then what happened?” Joe kept writing.
“Then this awful funny feelin’ come over me, like I was gonna’ die. I just started moanin’ and groanin’ and gruntin’, what with the little suction devices on my titties and the tickly place between my legs and all those probes moving in and out of me and my legs spread open, hands trapped and stretched to my sides. And I didn’t know what they wanted or why they were doin’ this to me…” She leaned forward. “I think they was tryin’ to breed me, like they was ‘alien scientists’.”
“Awful feeling?”
“I thought I died. All a sudden, you know, my body took over, convulsing like I was in death spasms. Ain’t nothin’ ever felt so good. It was a Near… Death… Experience. I ain’t never gonna’ fear death again. I thought I died. I though I’d gone to heaven. Then all those probes started fillin’ me right up, like they’d been waitin’. They all just started pumpin’ me full of the same goo that was in my mouth.”
“Then they let you go?” Joe asked.
“Then I woke up in the field and they was gone,” answered the girl. “And all those juices were leakin’ out of me – out of every part of me.”
“And you’re pregnant?”
“Two weeks now.”
“Thanks,” Joe sighed.
“Anything else?”
“Nope,” said Joe, “you can go home.”
Frank stood and leaned over the table. “Sweetheart, we’re gonna’ get to the bottom of this, so help me God. Bless you, child. God bless. You’re a brave girl.”
Joe rose from the table and Frank followed.
They walked into the long hallway with its yellowed linoleum floor. Joe threw his notes into the trashcan.
“What are you doing?” Frank stepped in front of him. “What in the name of God are you doing?”
“You didn’t actually believe all that?” Joe wagged a thumb behind him.
“Joe,” said Frank. “Those are God-fearing kids out there.”
“Frank!” Joe gazed at the ceiling. “She’s eighteen years old!”
“She’s just a child in God’s eyes.”
“Frank!” Joe walked in a short circle and banged his forehead with the palm of his hand. “You think that maybe this abstinence program isn’t working? This is the fifth girl…”
“Young woman…”
“And cheerleader…”
“God bless…”
“That’s knocked up!”
“Joe!” Frank shook his head. “I… am… shocked…”
“C’mon Frank!”
“I don’t EVER want to hear talk like that. That’s crazy talk. You understand, Joe? Crazy talk. This is Christian, god-fearing country and you, Frank, YOU, of all people, are duty bound to honor and PROTECT.”
“Sure, Frank.”
“God as my witness, Joe,” Frank grit his teeth and ground his fist into the palm of his hand. “The day a get those little green cock-suckers in the sites of my Kimber 8400 Tactical. Joe, there’s gonna’ be hell to pay.”
“Weren’t you and your partner anally probed?”
“That’s right,” Frank answered. “That’s right. Hell is gonna’ be paid.”
“Your partner quit, right. Post traumatic stress disorder?”
“Can’t talk about it, Joe. Just can’t.”

:Will Crimson
November 20 2009

Panty Grilled Sand Witches

africanraingod — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 19:27:56 +0000

The beach is hot but the game is on
Coach can’t hide in shade today
Cause my girls are working magic in the sand
They dig deep, volley perfect, and slam the balls over the net
the whole audience is in a trance from these toned witches spell

There going strong casting Hex’s on the other crew
Cause in the end both teams know what the loosers got to do
and this sun is hot enough to grill human flesh
Focus back on the game My girls are serving up match point
Damn compettition made a perfect spike

No they made the save and its our turn to hit em with that fire
yes we won the crowd roars for the undefeated champs putting another crew out to dry
the customary shaking of hands ends with a grimace as my witches lay back in the sand
the team loosers come by and remove winner panties to se whats been grilling underneath
team looser services my winners tilllustful screams are the only sound

Open Secretary Position...

audisee — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 18:55:52 +0000

: 5 minutes into the interview for the Secretary position

This is the day that the Secretary came out to role-play. A first time “interview”, a first time experience. I had walked in with my mind prepared to impress… Unfortunately I had forgotten my resume.

She was impressed with my desire to please her and my honest desire to work it off, I even asked her how I could make up for such a mistake. She calmly ignored me which made me feel completely in debited to her. I received a tour of the front office, conference room and break room. Then without warning, she grabbed my wrist and walked me into her office. Moving her hand around my throat she pulled me in front of her desk. Within a few minutes she had molested me, leaving me undressed and on all fours on top of her mahogany desk. I didn’t say anything, I just followed her direction. “Payment for your resume” she said as she pulled my red belt off my dress that was displayed on the floor. She folded the belt and spanked me. She made me confess my work faults and create a few rules I would have implemented in the office (We hadn’t discussed how this day would unfold, but the role-playing felt real and I loved that we were completely unscripted yet entirely ex-rated, especially for my first time girl-on-girl sexual experience). I liked being her little whorish secretary interviewing for the Secretary Position, so I continued on without missing a beat.

I walked over to the white board, with my black laced bra, black silk stockings, red heels and black panties still on. I felt completely naked and excited. Cream filled my panties, I thought it was going to drip down my legs. She sat on her desk chair while waiting for the rules to be written. We hadn’t discussed how this day would unfold, but the role-playing felt real and I loved that we were completely unscripted yet entirely ex-rated, especially for my first time girl-on-girl sexual experience . I liked being her little whorish secretary interviewing for the Secretary Position, so I continued on without missing a beat.

I guessed she was testing my ability to manage and control the environment.

“New Workroom rules:

1. Must obey boss.

2. NEVER stop working until the job is complete

3. Lunch and munch breaks every 20 minutes

4. Skirts & dresses with stockings and heels is mandatory dress code

5. Video and camera recording 24/7 throughout entire office

6. Overtime work load will be shared by team, no matter how many on team”

Once the rules were written, I decided I would show her how I can manage and take charge, I wanted to impress her with my skills. I told her to spread her legs. Fear gripped me a little bit, this being my first time, I wanted to please her. I licked her body and kissed her perfectly plump lips. Sliding down her neck, my hands slowly went over her breasts and my lips followed to her nipples. I asked, “May I lick your pussy, Boss?” She just shook her head yes. Her legs spread open with feet on each side of the U-shaped desk which displayed her pussy to me. I started to lick and bang her pussy with my fingers. I could hear her moaning which made me more enthusiastic and hungry. I banged her little pussy so hard that while I was sucking on her clit, she came in my hand. It was like a beautiful gift she gave me.

I couldn’t bring my face up from between her legs. I wished I was a man for a moment, so I could feel my dick in her pussy. I asked if I could watch her fiance fuck her. I wanted to see him ram his cock into what I was kissing. I wanted to do everything with her.

“Knock, Knock, Knock” Someone was at the front office door. My boss was fully naked and she ran to the door to peek out the mail slot. She told me to get dressed and fix my make-up and hair. Sprinting back into her office, she covered up that amazingly hot body with her suit. She walked over to the camera she had set up, and started to clean up her desk. I was still so horny I was playing with my own clit. My new boss removed my hand from my pussy and slowly sucked on my fingers. Then she sat back in the wet chair and got out her compact and lipstick, looked up at me and said, “You’ve got the job.”

I await her call.

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Gossip 'Bout Me

africanraingod — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:00:31 +0000

They Talk, We Live, We see what They say
They Talk, We Did, Who cares what They say
Still they can’t’ focus on them They be talkin’ bout me
Talkin’ bout what I wear Talkin’ bout where I be

Germany visit leads to several firsts for me

ljubomirgatdula — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 07:59:25 +0000

Bonn University

First time in Europe

First time outside of Asia

First stamp in my new passport

First connecting flight (Manila-Doha-Frankfurt)

First time that I packed more than five jackets and/or sweaters

Daydreams & Distractions ☼ Leda & the Swan

willcrimson — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:31:13 +0000

Leda & the Swan
A Daydream & Distraction

I lived in a little house. My name is Leda.
I wear just a shift to sleep at night.
I leave the window of my one room house open so that I can look at the pond’s waters at night – the moon’s reflecting and the stars.
One night I woke to a great swan in my window.
The moonlight shown through his white wings and glistened from the S of his neck.
“Leda,” he said, deeply and powerfully.
I pulled the thin cotton sheet closely around my slender frame.
“You speak?” I asked.
He made no answer but I saw the wind tease the luminescent curtains.

§

The next night was dark.
I awoke and I felt his presence.
“Leda,” he said again, and his voice was like rustling leaves, but darker – the rustling that comes before a storm.
Fear alighted in my stomach.
“Don’t rape me.” I could only whisper.
“Leda,” he answered softly, richly.
“Don’t rape me,” I whispered again, frightened.
“Leda,” he answered. “You are beautiful.”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“My children,” he answered, “My beautiful children.”
I did not understand his answer.

§

The next night I lit a candle and sat at the window table.
I waited.
The flame of the candle spoke stories to me: how a lighted flame draws closer to the earth the moment it is lit; and how we are like the flame. I lay my head down on the desk, my soft brown hair covered my eyes and I slept.
The light went out, or the candle’s flame was snuffed, and I awoke with a start.
Once again, the great swan was in my window, the S of his neck gave light and took shadow so beautifully, I wanted to reach and touch.
“You may,” he said, knowing my thoughts. And then I knew he was a god. Which one, I didn’t know.
“You are very warm,” I said as I touched his neck. “What do you want?”
“My children,” he said. “Will have wings, like swans, and the beauty of their mother.”
And then I gasped. I saw the swan’s phallus, which was nothing like a swan’s phallus, but like a man’s, or a god’s – large and thicker than my own wrist. I could not speak. I could not breath. My heart raced. I stared and the great swan, with ancient and knowing eyes, slowly turned and leapt into the dark air.

Michael Parkes Almost Fallen Angels

§

Michelangelo

The next night I could not sleep.
I knew what he wanted. I knew what he meant to do and yet I knew he waited for my permission.
I turned in my bed, the sheets twisted.
The memory of the swan’s phallus tormented me. Thicker than my own wrist! How could I possibly? I feared it. Yet my memory was also drawn to it, making my breath shallow and my heart flutter. The sheets twisted between my legs. I gasped when the thinnest part slipped between the divide of my sex. I moaned and pulled on it. Then I twisted the sheets into a thickening cord and and moved my hips forward and back across it. I felt it against me, rounding my parted thighs, a cord of sheets as thick as the phallus. I was afraid of its girth.
But I also could not stop my belly from somehow seeking to feel that girth inside me.
I moaned and pushed myself against the knotted cord. A strange pleasure overcame me. Though my mouth was open, I could make no sound. The muscles of my belly clenched at emptiness and released, clenched and released.
The swan did not come that night.

§

And the swan did not return the next night.
I awoke with my knees parted, my shift bunched around my waist by my own restlessness.

Edi Brancoli Leda & The Swan

§

“Leda.”
His voice woke me on the third night.
I had been sleeping but quickly sat upright. The great swan stood in my window. The sinuous and beautiful silhouette stepped from the windowsill onto the small table at the foot of my bed. His phallus stood thickly, almost longer than both my hands end to end. He turned his head and peered at me with black eye.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
My heart drummed. My exhalations were sharp and I shook. I felt tiny.
“I’m just a girl,” I said, voice shaking. “You’re a god.”
I could not take my eyes from his phallus.

Camilla Brodersen

The great swan’s head turned. “I am a mere god.” The swan’s great wings stretched and he stepped onto the bed. “But you, Leda, are the source of life. I can engender life in you: beautiful, mortal and god-like, and their beauty will be your beauty.”
I opened my thighs.
The great bird moved between my legs and he took my throat, my whole neck, in his bill. He laid me gently down onto my back. His white wings stretched like a white canopy above us both. I felt the downy, warm weight of him against my breasts and nipples. I thighs widened and I drew my knees upward, yielding myself to a god.
My neck arched, though he still held me by the neck, and my back arched. I cried out, a sharp gasp as the broad bulb of his phallus pushed, opened, and entered me. I panted and moaned, opening my legs wider as my belly stretched around his girth and slowly and inexorably. Then the full length of him was inside me and with a woman’s knowing, I knew the god’s name. His length knew me and pressed deeply where I would engender. He moved and when I finally cried, the muscles of my center gripping him, I felt his own powerful ecstasy warmly fill me.

Igor Zeinalov www.zeinalov.com Leda & the Swan

§

Leonardo Da Vinci

After that, he came to me again, sometimes as I knelt at my garden. From behind me, I would first hear and feel the wind of his wings. Then the great swan would take my neck in his bill and gently press my check or forehead to the garden’s pungent soil, and I would moan as his phallus filled me from behind and engender more children.
My first child was beautiful, as were all those who followed.
They were babies, like any other, but for their tender white wings that grew and stretched as they nursed at my breasts.
The others knew that my lover was a god.
The men will tell you lies. Someday they will write that Leda was raped by the swan because they cannot believe that the greatest of the gods would ask a girl for her permission. The men will lie. I tell you, the swan loved me: stern, acrid, large, undissuadable–but he loved me, and did not hurt me any more than was necessary to pour into me the stuff of sons and daughters.

Mark Blanton Jupiter & Leda

:Will Crimson
November 20 2009

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