Erotica for Women

Just learned this term.. and have been laughing ever since…

after all… its a funny term..

you  English people.. say funny things some times..

Ok.. so..I’m told..

that it’s a euphemism for  masturbating

so… let me tell you .. that yesterday I rubbed one out.. on the horse trail… quite unexpectedly… it kind of took me by surprise.. and

left me breathing rather quickly.. trying to not facially show what had just happened..

We took a riding tour… on the most gorgeous valley….

alpine flowers everywhere… little deer running the trails… and in the meadow… bear poop told the story..

this trail ride was for experienced riders.. so we had freedom to roam… as long as we ended up at the same spot for lunch…

at one point… our group of 4 decided to  climb up to a look  out point….

and as the group left me in the dust…(kids showing off to each other)

I was just totally absorbed in the scenery.. and the smells..

Having this stupid cold.. summer cold.. has left me unable to smell for the better part of a week.. and finally ..

yesterday I could smell the earth.. and the heat rising.. and the flowers..

amazing stuff..

I saw them, the kids..  take a very steep trail…I hurried to catch up.. galloping.. my favourite..

and as I started to climb… I felt a familiar tingle.. between my legs…

I smiled to myself..and thought.. in my brain..

“hmmmm I bet.. If I keep rubbing like this.. that I can make myself go off…”

so….. as we climb….. Shadow (my horse) and I… I purposely leaned forward..

this is what you do.. to keep your balance as you climb..

but I did a pelvic tilt…. trying to get my clit.. rubbing the saddle…

it was a hot day..the sun beating down… and with each rub.. as the feeling got more intense.. I could feel… my skin becoming  flushed and  beads of sweat … accumulating on my neck…..

it was a slow climb and the bounce on my bottom.. became wonderfully rhythmic…

my brain started to play ” Stroke me .. stroke me…. ”

remember that one hit wonder ???

it’s funny .. how my brain is always searching for a theme song.. lol

and that,  is totally what  was playing in my brain Ipod…

the more steep the trail got..  the more I leaned forward.. and the more friction on my clit..

I became more and more turned on….

but I knew I had to be cautious.. I could not do a

“when harry met sally ” on that horse…

I could see  that the others.. were almost at the top…

and i slowed down my horse …

just to have a couple of more minutes.. in my little pleasure dance..

almost at the top..I felt that familiar wave… starting to crashhhhh..

it was a full body tingle.. pelvis .. down to toes.. up to brain..

my orgasms are different .. depending on what has been stimulated..

and this one.. reminded me .. of why I started to masturbate as a child..

and keep at it..

:)

it was a sweet, lovely, body rush.. that lasted just long enough.. to take my breath away .. and made my body relax.. completely…

and being able to release like that.. in public.. without anyone but me knowing..

was incredible..

simply delicious..at its best..

Now.. the lake calls and I shall go to it…

loving summer..

loving life…..

Tags: erotica for women, horny, horses, masturbation, randy, rubbing one out, summer, summer riding, the lake, trails

Ok…I know today is Friday the 13th.. but really it should have been yesterday.. OMG

what a gong show!!!

but .. not going to fixate on the bad.. what the frik is the point of that..

going to talk about the fucking INCREDIBLE!!!

love that wayyy more..

So .. it all starts as a harmless idea to take some time out.. and go to the lake..

perfect? yes!???

the weather has finally stuck .. and it’s warm and tropical north /east of the city and ….

the lakes are calling..

being the very lucky individual that I am.. with a multitude of friends..

I have been invited to share.. the lake home …..of my friend.. T…..

ok..

driving here.. I’m in total admiration of the road.. the  mountains are amazing.. the trees are green in lush.. the trunks are dark and .. so .. fucking .. aluring….. did I tell you I adore trees??? lol.. I do!!!

OMG.. have you ever looked at trees??

closely..really looked.. ??

my love affair began as a kid..

climbing on  my favorite olive tree.. to observe the world..

then continued when I emigrated here… on seeing the gorgeous red bark of our arbutus trees…wow.. I was blown away.. gorgeous.

then…. the white bark of my favourite trees who’s name I can

NEVER remember.. ..

BIRCH!!!! birch trees.. I adore them!!

.. the bark white and peeling… revealing dark brown wood under..

lining up in perfect rows….. imposing……in their majestic stance…

My best Tree Memory??  glad you asked..

I was 10. .. it was my first summer at camp..

and the white barked trees were lined up.. like soldiers.. for miles and miles..

the leaves.. full and shinny..the most amazing green . .. EVER!!

green .. you could smell ….

haaaaaaa.. you could smell the leaves.. lol.. I know It sounds insane.. but you could.. . and ..

they  made this little noise..

hmmm

like ..

shrmmmmmmmshrmmmmmmmmmm

as they rocked to the wind….

and .. you could be walking alongside their shadow….. and that  sound would grab you.. and take you on a trip…

it made me daydream…. like chimes.. inducing dreams….

I love .. how nature can  do that..

Was telling my friends about the Santa Ana winds..

both times I have experienced them… they..were  remarkable..

The first time.. with fog and wind…. walking in a park near the water…

mist making my face wet.. .. playing hide and go seek.. behind trees..

just writing it, makes me see it.. and feel the cool in my face..

that was an incredible afternoon…

Back to  tonight..we arrived late..

but not because I was late.. for a change .. I was on time..

you see.. I was driving .. a little fast..

ok.. ok.. I was doing 130 on a 80 zone..

but I had to pee.. I really , really did..

but unfortunately for me.. the policeman who clocked me.. did not care..

but he did pay attention.. to the fact that my drivers license..

HAD EXPIRED!!! 6 FRIKEN MONTHS AGO!!!!

ya.. nice hey!!

can you say STUPID??

aaaa ya yaiiii..

so.. what can you do.. I  smiled..thank him for his time.. and laughed out loud..

what is the point of wasting time getting mad..

a friend.. suggested..

“did you offer him a blowjob?? ”

hmmmm

no.. you can’t bribe the law.. and he was not that cute… lol

so.. after that little bit of trauma..

we arrived at the lake house..

cutest place EVER!!!

and, after  putting food away etc.. we walked down to the dock..

and we laid  on the dock..to check out the meteor shower..

we smoked a joint.. and looked up..

wayyyy up..

*kids have their own dock… this is a SMART family*

and OMFG!!!

the stars.. ?????!!!!!!

have not seen that many.. in a long time..

the milky way??? HUGE!!! huge huge huge..

and the meteor showers..

OMG…a gift!! a brilliant, gorgeous, incredible gift..

a reward.. a gorgeous reward for the drive up.. for the shopping .

for the packing.. . for the prepping .. for the speeding ticket..

wow…

I love it..

and the wind was blowing.. incredible warm, lovely wind….

can you  imagine .. you …. and the stars .. in front of you.

live…. not omnimax.. or planetarium…

but LIVE and personal..

so many .. that on this  moonless night .. they lite up  the sky…

it reminded me… of this other place I know..

a valley.. were the stars appear to raise off  the valley floor..

and really..

they look like someone.. was blowing them .. from the ground. ..

way up….

tonight reminded me of that..

They say bad things come in three’s..

I do believe.. that the follow up..

is 4 of bliss..

wow.. I’m in heaven.. bring on the sun and the *relaxation station*

more on that.. tomorrow..

Happy Friday the 13th..

be careful out there!

Tags: cabin, dock, driving with an expired license, erotica for women, good friends, joint, lake, meteor, speeding ticket, stars, summer, trees, wine

The night started quietly and comfortably..

it’s been a week of challenges.. for my little pleasure team…so it was only fitting that we headed out to unwind and chill out..

after full discussion and conflict resolution and make up sex..

love that part..

make up sex.. possibly the best sex??

maybe.. maybe

not..

The night included… music.. (of course)

dancing (duh!)

and a gay bar..

Our companions were not too sure what to make of us..

the married couple.. out with their girlfriend?? :)

more on that .. latter..

We danced to some incredible R&B… felt like it was being sang just for us..

intimate setting… and good sound…. simply  fantastic..

I love to watch people who sings.. and really SING… totally getting into the words they are singing.. the story they are telling with their voice..

when done well.. it’s fucking amazing..

I sat and watched last night… just sat in my chair… and took it all in..

it’s rare for me.. not to have itchy dancing feet.. but sometimes I just like to lounge.. like I’m in my living room.. with a really amazing sound  system.. and my friends just happen to be over.. you know what I mean?

it can be the biggest room… but to me..it becomes that living room, my room..

last night felt  like that..

OK..

The  players….

my married couple..

my most excellent male friend…I will call him.. “the watcher”….

because him and I .. love to watch..

let me tell you about that..

last night.. we sat.. close to each other… and watched… and whispered.. in the most delicious way..

we both love shoes..

and there were shoes in that room last night.. attached to some rather lovely feet..

you see.. the room was filled with women…

and as I scanned the room.. I thought of the man that lead me to this band.. and  I smiled.. ..

he would love this room right now…. I thought to myself..

he would be smiling.. and dreaming of the possibilities..

only in his head.. of course..

Ok..moving right along..

so the dance floor filled, we danced.. we chatted.. we were having fun…

it was actually perfect..

hooo ..back to the players..

there was another friend along for the fun ride..

one of my BFF’s from childhood, we will call her “flower”

because of the lovely way she wore her hair..

She is a stunning woman.. to me… the most delicate of features..

a mixture of black, Filipino, German, English..

talk slim body, long limbs.. light brown skin.. with the most incredible kinky hair ever..

she is lovely..

like most of my married friends.. she had the 40 year old itch.. were .. it was necessary to wonder outside the nest to

see .. just to see.. some possibilities..

and fortunately for her.. the world opened up..

she has now .. just.. just.. left her 20 year marriage.. and although it has not been easy. .. she is better for the change..

it’s visible in her happy face.. and her sparkling eyes..

Flower is a music chick.. one of those full on, 80’s rockers .. who enjoyed the glam, as much as the music..

u know them.. you have them as friends..

her and I have a long.. and rather interesting history… will have to write about that.. one of these days.

Ok.. let me see where we are.. I’m all over the map again..

So we danced.. had some drinks.. laughed.. it was a very good group..

closing time was coming.. and we were trying to decided were to go next..

hmmm

the couple and I .. had plans..

we were going to troll for women.. at a gay bar..

so..

we wondered if they.. the watcher , the flower and the lovely…

shit.. I forgot to tell you .. about .. “lovely in a black dress” .. yumms..

well, ok..

let me intro to you. .yet one more player…

my friend the watcher brought her..

this lovely creature, in the perfect little black dress…

my gosh.. she was stunning.. visually delicious…

(except for her shoes…but you cannot be totally perfect.. no?)

let me describe her for you… she is maybe 40 something…

soft… short, cute hair… dirty blond.. . wispy , like a 70″s mom hairdo.. that looked epic on her pixy head..

she had tini but powerful features..

her eyes were green? and  intense.. and maybe  a little .. sad.??? or really crazy.. lol

someone once told me.. that people who’s eyes are really big.. are insane..

“it’s a sign in insanity you know.. ” he told me.. lol.

and now.. I find myself watching the eyes.. for clues.. LOL.

“you are beautiful.. ”

she said to me on meeting me..

ya..on meeting..

“nice to meet you.. you are beautiful.. wow”

can I tell you I loved that part.. fuckkkk.. I loved it..

“I had hear you were lovely, but you really are.. ”

she cooed..

she made me blush..and  I loved it.. just soaked it in..

it’s always good when someone calls you beautiful to your face..

but when it comes with glowing, twinkling eyes, .. OMG it’s so much better..

ok..

now you have all the players..

So…

After the first bar.. still feeling like we needed more dancing..

we decided to head to a gay bar.. a lesbian bar downtown.. which I have been to before..

it was kind of funny.. how it was a bit uncomfortable to tell the others in the group..  were we wanted to go..

but once it was out.. everybody in happy agreement.. off we went..

Now.. the beauty of this bar.. is that we could be.. us..

my couple and I..

we could touch.. kiss.. enjoy.. without worry of being judged..

even  though we could not give a shit..

it’s still.. you know.. new to us..

It was her first time..The Wife.. first time in a gay bar…

and she took full advantage of the situation..

at one point.. The Watcher.. The husband.. and I .. watched her..  The wife..

trolling..

“she is trolling”  we whispered to each other.. with big smiles on our faces..

She … The wife…

found great enjoyment .. in the company .. of a rather.. hmmm

full movement … young man..

they danced with each other ..

and I danced along side… my eyes and ears open..

at one point.. she began to grind him…pelvis to pelvis.. chest to chest..

i could see his hands wondering to her little ass..

it was .. omg.. can  I say..

such a turn on..

I’m a watcher.. I love it.. and it came as candy to me..

I decided to sit and watch..

I wanted to watch and discuss .. with the other boys at the bar.. love that part too..

so..  I walked back to the bar.. to find him..

The husband..

he smiled as he  watched her.. big smile on his face..

the situation …

it felt open, and free and ok..

and that was good..

It was a very interesting evening.. that lead to hmmm amazing bed time stories..

hope your weekend is going well??

:)

Tags: dancing, erotica for women, grinding, kissing, live music, pixy.., singing, threesome

Do you have one of those friends..

that you mostly enjoy… ..

BUT sometimes…

they make you just want to smack them on the head ???

ya..

My friend M… lovely girl.. lovely.. smart.. hard worker.. good mom..

but OMG.. a walking freaking drunk disaster..

She is my work friend.. but because we live in the same hood.. our paths are mixing .. with the same friends

some Old friends to her… are now New friends to me… .

ok..let me quickly add this..

I have been in this new hood, for about 3 years .. and the connections are slowly building..

and for me…. the new acquaintances, take work..

you have to show them.. that you are stable, self sufficient, and not a nutbar who’s “perfect” husband left her for being unstable or insane..

you know what I mean??

you see.. in the suburbs.. being single.. is a disease.. and being divorced….

is  contagious.. and deadly….

So…getting  back to the story at hand…

M and I now share more than a few friends…

her and I… .. we talk at work, we share our stories.. we connect..

but .. outside in the “real world”  with family.. and long term friends..

we are different… my gosh.. we are sooo different..a little oil and vinegar

i’m a soccer mom.. she is .. an insane teenager.

(I am too.. but only on Saturdays.. and some occasional weekdays.. if you must know)

M  is in her mid 30’s..

everybody around her.. is coupling and breeding.. and she is feeling the pull of that want.. but appears to be confusing the path… and not in a healthy way.

let me first say.. that I’m all for fun.. for a good time.. for self discovery.. for loving large and wide..

but , BUT..

with much SELF RESPECT …

you must , MUST respect yourself.. first and foremost..

and you must demand that from those you spend time with..

and what I see .. from her..

is a large loss of self worth.. and even worse..

no  self respect.. at all..

But how do you help her??.. because as a TRUE FRIEND, you don’t abandon your friends.. do you?

do you???

to that question.. I would always say NO..

you don’t abandon your friends..

BUT….

sometimes… like last night…. I think you need to.. because keeping them in my  life.. makes me  feel not good..

and that is NOT .. what a true friend should do for you…

Last night.. my good friend had a very fun, very impromptu birthday party

she planned it at noon..

by 7 pm.. 20 people were there..

smiles on.. excited to be there for her..

AWESOME!!

cool to see your friends loved… adored by their friends..fantastic really..

well..

M decided to make an appearance.. she was invited, but had declined..

and alas.. she showed…

already well into the drink…. and was caught on video.. making not only an ass of herself..but also of the host.. and hostess..

in this age of cell phone camera’s ..you can become TMZ material in a millisecond..

and there she was..

acting out.. being a bad drunk flirt.. in the most bad  way possible..

to me, there is a fine balance between fun flirting.. and being a pig..

and last night.. she was oinking.. loudly… much to the dismay of all the people at the party..

because everybody noticed.. she was on every body’s lips..

On her first maneuver.. swearing loudly and talking lewdly .. I was embarrassed for her..

and when she yelled at one of the other party guests.. “your so fucking hot”…

I felt sad for her… and the obviously shocked and embarrassed woman she yelled that too..

but when she straddled the host…in front of my  kid.. and other kids.. and the whole party.. everybody gathering to watch and listen to some epic live music..

I lost it..I saw  the friendship finishing.. ending.. caput..

the love for her.. I could feel it evaporating from my veins..

ya…

I have been on the drunksitting end of things.. with her.. one too many times..

having to explain her..and her shitty behavior…  to one too many friends..

and now..

I feel like letting her sink in her own shit .. maybe this is how she will grow..

and unfortunately she will.. sink.. deep and stinky…before she comes to.. and clues in .. to her reckless, immature behavior..

and let me say.. that I feel for her.. I do..

my heart aches.. for whatever it is.. inside her.. that drives her there.. to the bottle.. to this strange persona…

shit.. you know what.. this is the 3rd acquaintance.. that I have seen go down this road.. in the last little while..

starting to think.. what that says about my choice of friends.. hmmmm

Talking to my girlfriend today… we came to the same conclusion..

she has a drinking problem.. perhaps she is an alcoholic?..

we think yes..

and to me..

she is an acquaintance now..

no longer a friend…

and that..

is sad.

Tags: alcoholism, bad behavior, erotica for women, friends, how to help your friends?, watching her fall

A friend shared this today,

and I could not stop reading it..

over and over.. it  made me smile.. a delicious smile..

Enjoy.. :)

If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
You could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached… See More
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbour to you hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler’s wife.

I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
–your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers…

When we swam once
I touched you in the water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
you climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women
the grass cutter’s wife, the lime burner’s daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume

and knew

what good is it
to be the lime burner’s daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in the act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of a scar.

You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
Peeler’s wife. Smell me.

—The Cinnamon Peeler by Michael Ondaatje

Tags: beauty in words, erotica for women, life, love, lovers, loving, wife

it’s been the perfect weekend. perfect.. nothing could be better..how often do you say that??

have you ever??

the last time I said that.. was…. ?????????????????????????????   much too long ago..

Friday:

boating, drinks, bed, alone of course… happy, toasted skin, smile on my face.. sore belly from laughing so much…

Saturday:

dancing.. … well.. almost dancing, more like  people watching and making out…

at a bar … my friend M and I.. fresh from a swim and a the most lovely kissing session in a longggggg time… super delicious..

we sat, sipped and …

watched… as people went in for the mating kill..

M and I .. sat in the shadows..(seedy old bar.. lots of places to disappear..)

.. we sat  and  watched, as this “dude” worked his way around the room..

both of us searching for him in the crowd. watching his moves.. his facial expressions.. his hand technique..

it was  awesome! just adore the spy game….

.it’s interesting to examine the human animal.. during the hunt…

we made bets.. on who he  ”the dude”  would hmmmm win over?? and who would send him packing..

4 times out of 6… I was right..  and my friend M. … well..   he.. was sadly wrong.. :)

men don’t have a clue.. they think they do.. but it’s a guessing game..

we are in control….

hmmmm let me rephrase that.. lol …

no.. not really.. lol

we left the bar.. feeling like we.. him and I… both  won..

more on that .. later..

The element of surprise.. is always there with M..it’s one of the things I adore about him…

you have no idea .. when or were he is going to strike.. but you know that he will

I wore a new dress for him… and some extra high.. RED heels..

he is tall.. 6′2 I think.. and me?? hmmm I like to say.. I’m 5′6 .. with heels on.. :)

the shoes are new.. soft red leather.. wedges… slipper ….. I love , love wearing them…

they are easy to walk in.. for super high heels.. and they allow you to do that strut.. that lovely walk.. bottom side to side.. hips.. sway… hmmm I love that walk..

hmmm.. they are also….soft and bright.. they send the eye up the leg..   a good thing!

and as for skin.. baby.. lemme tell ya…let me tell you about my skin right now..

much to be said for spending time in the water.. you get toasty brown… very fast..

hmmmm

am I painting a pretty picture for you??

brown skin.. pink dress..

hooo and pink/red lips….

ok.. now you have the picture no??

yes.. :)

we pick up some food and head home.. to his home..it’s early.. around 1045 or so… the doors to the garden are open.. there is a soft ocean breeze coming into the room

I love this room…

it’s old world deliciousness has always turned my crank..

in a big way… high ceiling.. everything wood.. the floor is gorgeous.. the walls are gorgeous.. the art that hangs from them exquisite.. a room, designed by a very talented soul.. his mom.

the house is about 20  blocks from the beach.. but when you are in it.. it always smells of the ocean..

it sits  on a higher lot,  in a gorgeous tree lined street.. .. divine in it’s oldness..

I adore that..

they have not butchered it, by adding on or painting silly colours.. they have simply maintained the vines and the trees that hide all the little imperfections ..

there is a chair in the living room.. .. and I always seem to gravitate towards it..

It usually comes with a huge Gin and tonic.. and lime..it’s  incredible.. I sit in it… and the drink.. appears..

:)

We sat for a long time.. in silence..I love that we can do that.. without feeling weird..

it’s comfortable..

then he spoke..

“so.. what is the drama now? hm?”

there is no drama…. I said quickly.. and smiled..

“the only time you want to eat my face within minutes of seeing me.. is when something is up.. what the fuck now?”

I laughed.. . laughed loudly..

“haaa it’s stupid friends.. driving me to drink…”

I said looking sheepish…..

“refill ?” he said…

“yes.. please..”

we drank in silence for a while..

then we walked outside.. fingers lightly connecting… hungry.. but not starving yet….

we like starving..

not talking about food..

no..

sometimes.. most times.. we simply kiss and then we touch.. and leave it there.. it’s all we need.. just that human touch…

I love that about M… that is our thing..

the deep, lovely conversations.. with a healthy dose of kissing.. for good measure..

we sat  and watched the soccer match.. and then some rather interesting programs on paid tv..

we had stopped for take out.. at this lovely french bistro on the water.. incredible food..

and he knows the chef.. sooooo our food was divine..

we ate with our hands.. and sipped on some lovely red wine.. and then..

because we are a little freaky..

we brushed and flossed together…. like an old married couple..

not the crazy friend/lovers we are..

and we slept.. body’s intertwined..

it was a warm night.. but his skin is cool .. to my extra hot body…

so it was perfect..

in the morning.. we walked to coffee.. kissed on the cheeks.. and parted..

there was no sex.. well.. maybe a little on the bill clinton side of things..

but it was not necessary…

we just needed to connect..

and that is beautiful..

Now. .. Sunday?? hmm it was rather delicious.. actually epic delish…

and it merits a posting of its own…

Tags: best weekend in a while, conversations, dancing, french food, friends and lovers, Gin and Tonic, kissing, spy, the hunt

email me:

shewhowill@redwordsaid.com

looking forward to hearing from you!!!

xox

SWW

Ok.. to say that last night was fun.. would not be doing it any justice.. at all..

the day started with work…

the memory of the night before.. still fresh in my frontal lobe… the ropes around the bed..

the creature lifting up from the bed, in madness, because she could not touch… lol

my new play-friend…. hmmmm.

she gets.. shall we say.. disturbed.. if she cannot touch .. sounds funny.. and it’s more more funny.. when the athlete of a woman she is..literally lifts herself off the bed… while tied x4!!!  it’s levitation.. it’s funny…

for us..the tormentors.. and torment her we did.. ;)

she did not find it funny at all.. lol .

ok..

so it was to be a night of introductions, new friends with old friends… all now living in the same neighbourhood…

we are meeting at my friends home… Megan and Jacob…

out in the country… great home..

ya …ha ha. they are real..

yes.. the stories I have posted , written by Megan.. this would be THE Megan…

:)

so… we get ready .. shower…

and our first guest arrives….

the  comedian…great guy… a total good time….

randomly meet him.. via some of my music friends…

he recently relocated to my area.. and I thought I would intro him to some of the  gaggle…

and they .. shall we say.. bonded? lol. ya

to describe him… would be difficult..

he is an eclectic mess.. combined with a super  huge heart.. and some of the most witty repartee.. omg.. he made us LAUGH OUT LAUD…

ok..

he arrives.. to the patio we go.. the tequila comes out….

let me say… this is spectacular tequila…

we are experimenting.. sipping and loving.. it’s really yummy tequila..

and if you don’t think there is a difference… spend some money on a  good bottle.. and you will love..

the two tequilas we had?

the were

Hornitos Añejo

and

Cazadores

after many votes.. many , many.. we decided our favorite is the Hornitos … it’s deep, dark.. and leaves  a gorgeous aftertaste in your mouth…

so,  we sat in the patio..sipping and loving our  tequila… and talking… telling stories.. and laughing.. ..

then Red arrives… my girlfriend C… tall , red and gorgeous.. she makes my little heart pitter, patter..

those people in your life.. who are  hotter  than hell.. and you are totally into them.. as your friend..

but every once in a while.. you go.. hmmmm.. that would be lovely to kiss??

lol.. ya.. that is her and I..

but unfortunately for me.. the kissing part.. is in only my head..

which is probably best.. I do adore her as a fab friend..

and now.. the conversation in that patio.. goes into uberdrive..

so much fun!

can I say this was my favorite part of the evening..?

hmmm  it was .. I could have easily stayed in that patio..

then.. thennnnnnnn……

there was another element to the evening, that made it hot..

the seduction…

this time.. a great game..played .. in 3’s..

Megan, Jacob and I .. have been dancing around each other.. for a while now..

and as we sat.. and chatted..  we secretly flirted..

the 3 of us..

hmmm

hmmm let me first say.. that I have a huge grin on my face… as I write this..

:)

so there I am.. .. I’m talking to Jacob..close to his face… and I’m looking into his eyes..

hmm this is 4 shots in … and some organics.. comfortably numb.. and happy and horny.. omg.. wet..

so I’m looking  into his eyes… and smiling a little smile..and we are just looking .. gazing at each other..

for a little while. while we listen and partake in the party…

but he is obviously cluing in to my eyes.. the little fire smoldering in there..

as I hide it not.. no… I stoke that fire baby!!..

and he is becoming agitated.. looking at me with a shit grin.. and suddenly  he says..

hooo wait..

and he LOOKS  straight at me.. and says…in a very quiet voice.. so we are not heard..

“fuck me.. stop it.. stop it.. cut the shit.. ”

quietly.. but firmly…

and he is laughing a little laugh.. and .. I’m laughing..

and he gets up.. and leaves..in a  little huff. .. that only I noticed..

the rest busy with chat and  tequila..

and of course..

I follow..  hmm  about 4 minutes later..

don’t want to be obvious.. lol

as I walk in thru the patio doors.. I see him..

.. at the end of the long  hall.. waiting for me.. :)

he looks at me and says.. nothing..

just laughs.. a lovely happy laugh..that says..

“come here.. ”

and I follow..

and we go into his bedroom.. and we kiss… we make out.. we suck face… it’s delicious…

but it’s the hiding..the secret of it.. that turns me on soo much….

and he is.. possibly the best kisser I have had…

except for maybe one other..

but a clear competitor for that position..

and then.. after the make out session.. YUM!

we return to the patio.. smiling..

and she looks at us coming back.. and smiles..

does she know? no.. no clue.. ..

but then they kiss..him and she…

and as soon as her lips touch his..

she knows..

she can taste me .. on him….

and she smiles..

and she looks at me.. and smiles..that ” I know what you did in there” smile..

it’s awesome.. !!! I totally love it..

I love that we know. all 3 of us…

and nobody else.. does..

secrets are delicious to me.. just the icing on the sexual cake..

More shots are poured… the conversation becomes amazing..

you know.. those evenings.. were you can sit out there.. and the temperature is perfect the people come together well.. and the stories flow.. ???

yes.. it was one of those..

perfect.. just  perfection in a cup.

or a shot.. :)

so.. hmmm let’s see.. 6 shots in ….the cabs come.. and … we hit dance hall..

and the music is epic.. and we are the only people dancing… and it’s awesome. … awesome.. awesome

and these are certainly the highlights.. that will make you smile..

number #1

at some point… at the bar… the girls decided .. that they had to check their pants for size..

and .. lol… ok..there were 4 of us girls and two boys..

and this group had been out together before… once or twice.. except for our new friend.. the comedian

so the level of comfort  was high..

and let me also  say this was the end of the night.. much, much drinking had gone on..

and they were gooned.. except for Megan.. who was coasting.. waiting to take me home.. :)

(I fell asleep on her.. I think the honeymoon is over.. )

so the girls.. were talking shite about their jean size..

OMG
skinny bitches, hate them..

they were saying.. “I’m a size 0 , how can you fit those pants you must be at least a size 2! ” I know I know .. the horror of it all..

well,  they proceed to

take OFF their pants.. in the bar… everybody watching..

and check to see if they fit on the other..

jeans flew across the table..

should of had a camera.. fuck!

Jacob tells me… ” I was coming out of the bathroom , and there is my wife.. with no pants on !!!” and he is laughing so hard..

it was all very innocent drunk acting.. shenanigans..

but he was so mad..mad that he MISSED IT!!!

“Fuck.. I always miss these things.. fuck me!!! ” and he is laughing even harder.. lol

#2 most funny thing…

we will call this one.. the tit squeeze in the parking lot..

ok.. so

megan and I and jacob and the comedian

are standing outside.. having  a smoke..of something organic..

and  this random woman .. appears in our circle of conversation.. and says..
“I just spent 2 hrs at the gym.. I’m pumped!.. “:

she must be 60ish?… very cute.. and nice boobs.. nice..

so she comes  in our circle.. and I say

“show me your guns!”  .. and she does

the takes off her jacket.. and there are her nipples.. and she flexes.. but I only have eyes for  those  nipples..  don’t judge…. they were good..nipples..

so she is flexing … and I just reached across and grabbed her nipple…

ok.. it was 6 shots later.. of love alcohol.. and I was .. hmmm you know..

looking .. :)

so … as I touch her..

she freaks out..  and says..

“excuse me “..

and I come to… OMG !!! i come to.. and I see my hand on her nipple… and her face is not a happy face..

fuck..

so my friend .. the comedian… quickly.. like a flash of lightening.. comes in for the rescue..

he says to her..

with a most serious face..

“have you seen my ventriloquist finger? … and she is not focused off me.. and on him..

and he says.. ” I  just thru my finger on to your nipple.. bet you have never seen that before hey??!!!”… and we all laugh..

and the moment has passed…

thank god..

not sure why I touched it.. or why I thought it was ok to touch it..

perhaps too much love alcohol..

but I recovered nicely..

and we danced and danced… and laughed.. and told stories.. and flirted..

and it felt great to do it..

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it had been nearly a week..

I missed them… both of them…

we came together for a dinner..

consisting of MEAT…… :)

it was ribs, chicken , sausage….

meat..

and this tiny amount of salad, salad that simply mocked the MEAT!

and we ate with our hands.. and talked.. about sex..

and people.. and sex..

and then .. the topic was raised.. about orgies.. :)

and talk of orgies..

shall we do one?.. the three of us.. or not???

would we play with only each other..

YES…

and watch.. and smell and just feel it..

and we laughed at each other.. for each deviant thought.. had a matching thought .. in the other..

like a table go around.. were we are all thinking the same.. and smiling.. and creating lovely

Bon Bon’s in our brains..

(stolen.. from a great writer I know.. )

it’s such a wonderful relaxed world.. the world with my two new lovers..

there is a degree of intimacy, a level of trust, and free speech.. and exchange of ideas..

that was evident on our first meeting.. the three of us..

and it took us a while to reveal…. because non of us wanted to be first

and be pronounced a fool…

and now..  she strokes me .. as I write..

and I lay my head on her lovely chest… and we smile..

she likes what I’m writing.. she digs the whole trip..

and so.. do I

I’m happy

I am happy…

and that is good

below are some pictures…or our fun tonight..

new toys.. and someone tied to a bed..

more pictures.. soon.. but for now..

this is she..

Meet.. Megan.. :)

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 This was the first threesome experience for her and her husband.. she tells me, that it has been an incredible ride..

So… is it a true story you ask?? why YESSSSS.. it is.. ;)

and they are stoked to play out their fantasies with their new friend Natasha. 

Come  along as they  experience a life lived well… :)

Work Day

It had been a long day on the construction site. Hard, physical labour combined with thoughts of the previous weekend that Jacob tried to clear from his mind.  He kept having flashbacks of the two women lying on top of him, playing with his sex as he played with theirs.  He had been so blown away by how much his wife, Megan, had enjoyed it, and now he enjoyed it again….over and over in memory. It was pleasure. At this point in time, though, he needed to concentrate on the task at hand. He needed to get this building finished.

He noticed that his cell phone was blinking in the corner of the structure, so he stopped his work and went over to investigate.  It was a missed call so he dialed his voice mail to retrieve the message, “Jacob, I was hoping that it would be okay with you if I stopped by your house on my way home and fondled your wife. Let me know if that is cool with you.” The sweat beaded from his brow as he hung up from the message centre. He hadn’t thought of this possibility; that the other girl, Natasha, from the weekend would want a threesome without the third, him.  He mindlessly stroked his thumb across his erect cock.

He texted her back, “Sure. Go for it. Have fun. Save some for me. I will be home at 5!” Wow, what was he allowing, he thought. This wasn’t the way that it was suppose to go. He picked up his tool belt and went back to work, mumbling about how was he supposed to concentrate now.  He could only imagine what would happen next.  And he dug it!

Natasha arrived at Jacob and Megan’s house in the late afternoon. The sun was shining brightly and the neighbourhood was alive with activity. Megan opened the door and let her in, closing it quickly behind her, before she grabbed Megan, nudged her against the wall and kissed her neck gently. Their heartbeats erupted and spewed flames,  as her kisses made their way to her lips, parting them gently with her tongue and exploring her mouth in circular rhythm.

Meg’s hands held her tight, moving down over her sexy body, feeling her beautiful round breasts, her hips, her ass, touching each part  in joyous celebration, as though she had never touched a woman so close before, and she hadn’t prior to this week. She stopped and squeezed Nat closer to her,  grinding their sexes together, feeling her own moistness as her mind wandered to the next step, while being completely raptured in the moment.  Meg’s hand found the bottom of Nat’s skirt and headed directly for her panties. She pulled them to the side and let her index finger slip in and find the wetness, calling the honey bee to the nectar, following the contour of her lips, stroking her pearl, happy to be so turned on, and in turn, happy to turn someone so on.

Meg lead Nat down the hallway to the bedroom. Her big king size bed was ready for them and they both let all of the clothes slink to the floor. Megan grabbed Nat and kissed her hungrily, feeling the pulses pounding through her body, wanting to feel, smell, taste all that Nat had to offer.  Her hands were all over her, caressing, massaging, fingering, exploring every crevice and enjoying every minute.

They kissed long wet lingering kisses, so deep, so intimate, she wondered how this had all happened. Megan continued the seduction with kisses all over her body ;  her breasts, her belly, her pubic line, all the while her two fingers worked in perfect rhythm to the beat of the jazz station, playing softly in the background.  As she descended, Megan found her clit and flicked it gently with her tongue.  Nat bucked gently and let out a little moan.  She was so wet, and so hot, and she rotated her fingers inside her, gently massaging her g-spot as her tongue worked little circles over her ever growing magic button.  Nat moaned and wiggled beneath her and Megan continued licking her over and over. She was so turned on that she thought that she may well come first, but she didn’t.  She continued little figure eights with her tongue, over and over, as her middle finger hit the G-spot over and over and Nat bucked and rocked and moaned and finally said, “Ooo, I am going to come now.” And with that her cervix clamped down and grabbed Megan’s fingers and squeezed and leaked fluid, and Megan felt it hit her very core through another one of Nat’s fantastic orgasm.  It was only Megan’s second time with a woman, but she kind of liked it.   

She texted her husband, “Thank you for the wonderful gift. You are next. Come home now. Your work day is over.”

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