Saturday, February 26, 2011

The Shadow of Your Smile....Jack Sheldon

. . . The shadow of your smile,
When you have gone,
Will color all my dreams, And light the dawn.
Look into my eyes my love and see,
All the lovely things you are to me . . .

dah, dah, da, da, da, dah
A teardrop kissed your lips And so did I . . . ."

Doucement..... Reposted with a smile..... and more to add....soon!

"Turn, doucement..."


"Yes, Sir..." She replied softly....

Turning slowly she bit her lip in a tiny anxious pout, she was, after all... his....

He played slowly, idle fingertips seducing her with a chord and short riff.

"Touch yourself..." 

She looked across the room in the low light of the gathering dusk softened by the glow of the candle she had just lit. "Yes...My...Sir." 

A finger trailed down, playfully so...  Her eyes on his as she did as bidden, touching here, then there, dwelling in the valleys and folds of her breasts as its twin strayed behind to unleash the clasp cradling her treasures.  Each touch keeping pace with the slow strum of his guitar. 

Betraying his arousal, he subtly speeds the tempo, only to be rewarded with sparkling laughter and twinkling eyes as she slowly shook her head in denial.  A wry grin his only response... caught!

She would control the pace though she is his to bid, willingly, his toy to strip.  Dancing slowly in the candle light, clothing slipping glacially, deliciously away, she watches to gauge his rising response.  An idle though crosses her mind... "will he miss a note?  Can I make him?"  A finger slips under the lace cradling her smooth sex, then slips away to play across her thighs and behind.  A careful gauging of his reaction, a duet well familiar to both. 

His hand begins to rub the treasured guitar, his boon friend, that six stringed mistress she well knew she must share him with.  The polished wood glowing in the dancing shadows cast by candlelight as it plays across and around her lotion kissed skin.  Licking parted lips, she slips a finger inside, her sudden catch of her breath greeted with his playful attention to his Mistresses strings....

Duet again, as she rubs to the beat of his chord....

"Taste....taste your nectar babe...."  His command,  uttered softly with hooded eyes shallow breaths, almost a pant slowing unconsciously keeping pace with his fingers playful rhythm.  Watching as she slowly whirls to the music, dancing shadows play across her skin accenting her own shadows playful dance along the walls.  The outline of her hand flexing slowly encased in the scant lace of her thong as she moves slow, her body on display, flexing in a slow rhythm matching his playful fingering of Mistresses frets.

Hips whirling to his play, she took another slow thrust inwards before slowly drawing her slickened fingers to her lips.  A pink tongue slips to meet its pheromonally lacquered targets, curling around them gathering the sweet coating she had him to thank for. 

"You're tempting me, sweet..." He said with a grin and a chord.  She met his look never pausing in her playful lapping of her cream coated fingers. 

 "You have no idea...." she finally whispered.  "I love my taste," she added, pausing before going on.  "But its so much better mingled with...yours...."

she stepped closer shimming her lace nothings down past her hips leaving them artfully askew mid thigh as she settled her body into a sensuous crouch whirling to his playing music, laughing as he misses a note. 

"Am I distracting?" she asks stepping closer, leaning forward with breasts cradled as if offered as an appetizer or hors derv.  A hand drifts away to play between her folds as she stares wide eyed, faux innocence displayed as she scopes nectar from below and coats a nipple playfully.

He watches mesmerized, wondering who is directing whom for just a moment, then realizing, as usual, 'tis she who sets the play no matter what he says.  No matter, the ride is good, always good or better than good.  "Merci..." he mummers low...watching her nipple play.  She laughs and leans over his guitar kissing him softly

"Mind if I join you?  But don't stop... lets see if you can multitask....?" She whispers as she undoes a button and tugs at his zipper....

"It will be a...menage...." She winked and stroked Mistresses neck as she drew down his zipper.
Mistress purred at her touch and she laughed, "Good then..." and she attacked his trousers with a tug, parting and drawing him forward as they slowly fell to the floor.  Crouching low she drew them off and kissed each foot in turn as she watched his rising tent under the guitar.  A hand returned to her folds as she began to kiss up his leg  before she straddled it and pressed tight to him.  Her hips flexing in time to his playing as she pleasured herself on his shin.

"You are a needful thing, aren't you?"  He whispered mesmerized.

"For you...pour vous...pour voous cheri."

Hips and pelvis rocking slowly to the pattern of his fingers on Mistresses strings, brought her soon to a plateau of arrival. 

Unplanned, no words spoken, she moved as if an extension of his instrument, mirroring the sounds he drew forth with her body; her hips, her touch and the caress of her tongue as she licked and writhed on his leg.  Her breasts cradling his thigh as her hands massaged and sought out his rising cock.  Reverently, almost, in a deeply intimate way, her fingers and warm breathes began their caress of his rising tumescence.   His cock, grew and deepend in color; turgidly royal red, darkening almost to  scarlet with engorged blood, he ached for her touch to bolden. 

But she was lost in her submission to the music, a puppet to the beat, her juice coating his leg as she  rode her rising climax, his cock in hand as she panted and strained to reach the tip with her straining pink tongue...

She shuddered as he whispered, "Cheri, le plaisir m'avec vos lèvres mon amour....  Oui....Oui... Take me, pet.  Your lips, your throat, your tongue.... le plaisir me, mon amant...."  Looking up to meet his eyes as the tempo slowed; softening to a steady throb as if enticing her forward with each stroke of a string; she slowly took him deep into her throat.....

"Barely heard as she slowly took him, her soft reply,  "For you....all for you.... mon amant. "


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The Lyrics..... Perfectly Good Guitar
John Hyatt

He threw one down from the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standing everywhere
They all got wet when he smashed that thing
But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

It started back in 1963
His momma wouldn't buy him that new red harmony
He settled for a sunburst with a crack
But he's still trying to break his momma's back

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend
But every good thing comes to an end
Now he just sits in his room all day
Whistling every note he ever played

There oughta be a law with no bail
Smash a guitar and you go to jail
With no chance for early parole
You don't get out until you get some soul

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

Late at night the end of the road
He wished he still had the old guitar to hold
He'd rock it like a baby in his arms
Never let it come to any harm

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Rock, Paper, Scizzors

l understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no fucking way Paper can beat Rock.

Paper is supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why isn't notebook paper constantly suffocating students while they take notes in class?

I'll tell you why: because paper can't beat anybody; a rock would tear that shit up in 2 seconds. When I play rock/paper/scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to beat me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I thought paper would protect you, you dumbfuck!"

My Thanks to Ellen for this !!!


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Happy Valentine’s Day « Tempting Sweets: Story Heat

I happily repost...!

Happy Valentine’s Day « Tempting Sweets: Story Heat: "by TemptingSweets99

“I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports…. When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.”
~Gustave Flaubert, letter to wife Louise Colet, 15 August 1846"

Sweets is an incredibly creative woman, I enjoy her work immensly!
Romance Knows nothing of the ages....!


Monday, February 14, 2011

Jasmine Chicken and Rice Soup

The colds this season are the worst I've seen in awhile! 

Here is a recipe for the old "starve a fever, feed a cold" saying.  (and yes I really am going to post a recipe, he he!)
Jasmine Chicken and Rice Soup

Its really simple tasting but still has a lot of flavor.
Using a small/medium pot put all of these ingredients together...
3-4 chicken breast (ah, breasts... had to mention, he he) tenderloins,
about 4 cups of water,
about 3/4 cup of jasmine rice (don't use the usual it won't have the same pinache!),
a little salt, to taste:)
sliced carrots and celery, (I prefer a course chop it adds texture and visual interest)
about 2 tsp of dried onion (if you dont have this a fresh chopped onion will work too).
4 cups Chicken Broth
Just play with the amount of vegetables/chicken/rice to your own taste :).
bring all of this to a boil, once boiling, lower to a full simmer and add a few or more cups of chicken broth...again however soupy you like it :)
Let it simmer for 45 min or an hour...sometimes I even go over an hour because the chicken feels like it melts in your mouth.  The more you reduce, the richer the flavor, watch the rice so it doesn't get too soft though, I did that the first time I made it,  It's better with a little firmness (most things are, LOL)

Sorry this isn't too specific, but everyone has their own style.  The recipe isn't my own original, but it is a favorite of mine, I always smile when I make it! 

 Oh, don't forget one can season more with salt and pepper.

I'm gonna kick back and watch the movie Leep Year ya'll, its a great romantic movie

True Love....

What is... true Love?

           True Love is your soul's recognition of it's counterpoint in another....

                   And that dear friend, is a very rare thing in this world....

And, I think... something to be valued....

Happy Valentines....


Friday, February 11, 2011

All American Rejects: I Wanna....

A nice video to start the weekend, Valentines is coming...

Dance with one who loves you, touch... taste each other... 

Life is short,

Touch You....

Valentine comes... soon,
Her touch... excites unsaid want,
Valentine cums... swoon....

Happy Valentines....


And a repost from Drenched, I hope you like as much as I....

Friendship and Love...

I will embrace your anger.

I will caress your pain

I will stroke your hurt.

I will kiss your sorrow.

I will hold you tight.

I will stand beside you.

Whatever. Whenever.

Simply, I love you.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Almond Street....

This isn't my own prose but it is an erotic read.... I think you will enjoy it.....

I love the title....

Almond Street
By Wanderer49

On the train she felt conspicuous, as if she drew attention to herself with every movement she made, as if everyone must know where she was going. They couldn't, of course. She was dressed, as instructed, in ordinary clothes. She was a woman on a suburban train. Her destination, and her occupation when she reached her destination, were no more known to her co-passengers than theirs were to her.

She had thought that she would remember exactly where to go when she got off the train, but she again found the exits from the station confusing and was glad she had brought the street map with her again. She soon got her bearings and found the way to Almond Street without difficulty.

The morning was hot and the sun beat down on her as she walked. She wished she had worn a hat. A few cars passed her but she saw only one other pedestrian, a middle-aged man in dark trousers and a t-shirt walking in the opposite direction on the other side of the road. She stopped when she reached Almond Street and looked around. There was a warehouse opposite her, in the interior of which she could see people moving. They paid her no attention.
Her self-consciousness increased as she turned into Almond Street. Her legs felt unsteady and she could feel her heart pounding. The people in the warehouses and offices must know the business that was conducted in number 31, and she could not be the first girl they had seen walk towards it unaccompanied. She forced herself not to look over her shoulder, not to hurry, not to stumble.

When she reached the building she turned into the forecourt and walked to the entrance at the side without hesitation. She opened the door and walked inside.

The same woman, Rita, sat behind the counter. She was on the telephone. She smiled brightly and made a sign indicating that she would be finished the call in a moment. "OK," she said, "Tuesday, 9.30. See you then, Emma. Bye."

1306854043144_largeShe put down the phone and stood up. "Hi, Sarah," she said, smiling again.

"Hello, Rita," said Sarah. The thought flashed through her mind that Rita must have made a point of checking her name before she arrived so that she could use it when greeting her.

"So it's the stills session for you today, with Sally. She's lovely. All the girls like her. You won't believe how stunning you'll look. Are you happy for me to take you up straight away? Sally's already there and probably finished setting up by now."

"I guess so," said Sarah.

"You've got your ID again?" asked Rita. She led the way up the stairs. "Anna will want to check it again. I know you're the same person, but you can't be too careful."

"Yes." Sarah felt she was being very monosyllabic, but there didn't seem to be any call for anything more expansive.

"There are a couple of other girls up there, Sylvia and Matilda. They're both English, travelling together. They're doing a video this afternoon, but they're here now to talk about it with the team. You'll meet them all after the shoot. They're heaps of fun."

"Thanks," said Sarah.

As they mounted the stairs Sarah heard female voices and some laughter. Rita led her down the corridor to Anna's office. As they passed an office Sarah saw in it a pretty young woman listening on the telephone; she looked at Sarah and smiled and waved as she walked past. Rita tapped on Anna's door and walked in. As Sarah followed she heard more female laughter emanating from another room further inside the building.

Anna was seated behind the desk, but she put down the pen that had been in her hand and stood as they came in. She smiled at Sarah and said hello.

"Sarah's got her ID and she's bang on time," said Rita. "A good start. I'll leave you to it. The phone's been mad all morning so I'd better get back."

"Thanks," said Anna. She looked at Sarah, top to toe, and smiled. "Why don't you sit down and I'll check you ID again and then I'll take you into the studio."

They both sat down. Sarah opened her bag and took out her passport and drivers licence. She handed them to Anna, who examined them carefully. She compared the information on them with the form that Sarah had signed last time.

"Fine," she said. "It always is, or always except for once, actually. Well, you're here, so I guess you haven't had too many second thoughts."

"I've had lots of second thoughts," said Sarah. "But I'm here."

"We need to decide how far you're going," Anna said.

Sarah answered without hesitating. "I'll do the whole thing," she said. "Explicit with a toy."

Anna looked at her. "Are you quite sure?"

"Yes. I've thought about it. That's what I'll do. It's $1000. I need the money."

"Is the money the only reason?" Anna was looking at her closely, observing her face.
Sarah avoided Anna's question. "If I didn't need the money, I wouldn't do it. I've thought about all the implications and what it will actually involve. I think I can handle any consequences."

What she said was true. She knew that when these photographs were taken they would be released on the internet and they would be all over the world forever more. They would be given captions that would describe her as a slut and refer to her tits and her cunt and her ass. Men would look at her while they masturbated. That was what happened with pornography.

Anna continued to look at her and asked her question again, more directly. "Does the idea excite you?"

Sarah thought for a moment, returning her look. "Have you ever done it yourself?" she asked Anna.

"Did it excite you?"

"Yes," said Anna. "It did. Certainly the first time. You get used to it."

Sarah was still reluctant to be completely honest. She said, "I'm not sure if it excites me. I think it might."

The truth, the whole truth, was that she knew she was aroused. She had been aroused increasingly from the time, before the interview, when she had found the website and seen the images there. When she had imagined herself posing -- exhibiting her sexual organs -- in the positions she had seen there. Exhibiting them and being photographed exhibiting them. Anna seemed to know this.

There was a pause, and the two women continued to look at each other. Then Anna ended the moment.

"OK," she said. "The full Monty it is. $1000 in your purse when you leave. I'll take you to the studio. Sally's there already."

The studio was large room, about 25 feet square, Sarah guessed. There was a kind of stage set in the centre of the long wall opposite the door. The stage was furnished like part of a living room; there was a pale yellow sofa with an armchair at one end of it and a standard lamp at the other, and a square of beige-coloured carpet on the floor in front of the sofa. The wall behind the sofa was a creamy white and a picture hung on it; a large abstract. To either side of this stage were various types of lighting equipment: powerful-looking lamps, rectangles of silver reflective material and even an umbrella of the sort that Sarah had seen in films about photographers. There were a great many electrical cables. The room as a whole was quite dark, but Sarah noticed that the lamps and reflective material were aligned to concentrate light on the sofa. Centre stage, she thought.

Sally was not much older than Sarah, perhaps 25. Like everyone that Sarah had seen in that building she was pretty but not especially so. She was dressed sensibly in jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt; she had a slim figure and medium-length brown hair. Seen on the street she would look like any other girl who worked in a shop or an office or a hospital or a government department.

"So you're a modelling virgin?" she asked. She smiled at Sarah.

"Yes," said Sarah.

"No stripping or anything like that?"


"It doesn't make much difference except that if you've done it before then I don't need to tell you what to do," said Sally. "About half the girls are completely inexperienced. I like it."

"I don't really know anything about what to do except that I take my clothes off."

"You've looked at some of the sets of stills?" asked Sally.


"Well, you'll have seen what we do. The first thing is lots of shots of you just sitting or standing or walking, smiling, looking serious, everything," she said. "I want you to try to show you being yourself. Then, after you're relaxed, maybe we'll undo a couple of buttons on your shirt and go from there."

"A striptease," said Sarah.

Sally had been busy adjusting lights, but at the word "striptease" she turned to glance at Sarah.

"Well, yes, if you want to put it like that. But it's not only that. I like to take lots of shots fully clothed and lots of shots of your face. This is going to sound like bullshit, but I really do try to present a portrait of you as a person, not just a body. Not just because that's what Sunny Girls is selling, but because that's what I like to do."

"What about the explicit part? And the toys?"

"Well, that's pretty direct," said Sally with a short laugh. "That's sex."

"I didn't bring a vibrator or anything," said Sarah.

"Don't worry," said Sally, a note or irony entering her tone for the first time. "We have plenty here. All clean and ready for use."

The thought came to Sarah's mind that the women she had spoken to that morning, Rita, Anna and Sally, were pornographers. All of them.

"So you tell me where to sit, where to look, all that sort of thing?" she asked.

"Yes. That part's not hard. Hopefully you won't find any of it hard. Do you want to use the bathroom first?"

The question came suddenly. "Are we going to start now?"

"If you're ready. Why not?"

"I think maybe I'd better go to the bathroom."


The bathroom really was a bathroom, not just a toilet. Sarah carefully locked the door, then used the toilet and flushed it. She didn't pull her knickers up; instead, she took them off, then went to a hand-basin, lifted up her skirt and washed her crotch and dried it as thoroughly as she could. She managed to avoid splashing water on her skirt. Then she put on her knickers again and looked in the mirror.

As far as she could tell, she looked normal. She had obeyed the instruction she had received from Anna not to put on any makeup, but thankfully her skin seemed to be relatively blemish-free that day; no pimples or blotchy patches, just the mole on her left cheek. Was she pretty? Was she beautiful? People had said both of those things to her, but she didn't know whether they were telling the truth or just being nice to her. Her face in the mirror was just her face when she looked at it, neither beautiful nor ugly. On the few occasions when she had unexpectedly caught sight of herself in a mirror at a party or in a shop she had thought that she looked reasonably normal -- except once, when she had caught sight of herself laughing and thought that she looked, what, silly? Goofy? But maybe that was what everybody thought when they saw themselves like that.

She unlocked the door and returned to the studio.


Sally had turned on several of the lamps, including the standard lamp next to the sofa, and was concentrating on adjusting some settings on the back of a large, very professional-looking camera that was slung around her neck. There were two other cameras on a small table on the side wall of the studio.

"When I've taken the first few I'll show them to you," she said to Sarah. "You can see what you look like as a model."

Sarah found that her mouth was dry. She realized that she had no idea what she was supposed to do first. "What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Sit down on the sofa first," said Sally. "In the middle."

Sarah sat down as instructed. The sofa was now brightly lit from both sides. She was herself brightly lit. Sally was looking at her closely, cocking her head at different angles and moving first to one side and then the other. She put the camera up to her eye.

"Ahh, sit up straight, hands in your lap, all prim and proper," she said. Sarah obeyed. "Now look at me." Sarah looked at the camera. "And a nice smile?" Sarah smiled.

She jumped as the camera clicked loudly. "Sorry," she said, and was startled again as the camera clicked again. She remained still and smiling as it clicked a third time.

"We're on the way," said Sally. "No stopping now." She took two more shots, coming in closer and getting down on her knees.

She took the camera down from her eye and inspected the screen on the back, then got up sat down next to Sarah. Sarah felt the warmth of her body. She showed the screen to Sarah. "There," she said. "Your first shot as a professional model."

Sarah looked at the tiny screen. She saw the image of herself, from head to mid-calf, sitting looking straight back at her, her surprise at the first shot clearly visible on her face. Sally showed the next few images and now Sarah saw herself smiling, not relaxed, but composed.

Sally moved a little away from Sally on the sofa and raised the camera. "Smile," she said. The shutter clicked. "Look straight ahead now." More clicks. "Now back at me, a bit more serious." More again.

"You've got the most beautiful grey eyes," said Sally. "Sensational skin."

Sarah smiled at the compliments and Sally took a few more shots of her face. Then she moved back further so that she could take the upper part of Sarah's body.

"Can you just pull that shirt a bit tighter?" she asked. The shirt was of white synthetic material with buttons down the front. Sarah straightened her back and tugged on the bottom of the shirt, straining it against her breasts.

"Great," said Sally. She took three shots from the sofa and several more from about five feet and to the right of Sarah, then moved in closer. She took a shot of Sarah's chest from the side, close up, then stood up. "Looks like you've got a couple of handfuls in there," she said. "Undo the top button?"

Sarah swallowed. She undid her top button. The top of her cleavage was exposed. She smiled up at Sally. Sally smiled back and took two shots of Sarah's face and the tops of her breasts. "Stripey bra," she said. "Pretty."

She got up from the sofa and moved one of the lamps and altered the angle of one of the silver reflective sheets. Then she knelt down on the floor about five feet in front of Sarah. Her head was level with Sarah's chest.

"OK, a bit less prim and proper now. That's a nice loose skirt, so get up and sit yourself down again in the same place, but legs crossed and up on the seat under you. We'll get those knees apart and a little flash of knicker."

Sarah stood up without hesitation on the seat of the sofa, crossed her ankles and sat down carefully, knees splayed open and the hem of her skirt at mid-thigh.

Sally looked through the viewfinder, then put down the camera. She got up. She moved one of the lamps closer and adjusted the angle of the reflective silver sheets that were at floor level on either side of Sarah. The effect was to concentrate light on Sarah's crotch. Sally knelt down again directly in front of her and raised the camera.

"Put your hands down on the seat on either side of you and a big smile for the camera," she said. Sarah obeyed. She knew that what Sally was seeing through the viewfinder. Her heart was pounding again and her mouth was dry but she smiled deliberately at the camera, deliberately and flirtatiously. The shutter clicked twice.

"Matching knickers," said Sally. "I like candy stripes. They go well with that skirt, too." Sarah's skirt was light pink. "Now a bit closer."

She shuffled forward on her knees until she was very close to Sarah. She sat back on her heels and put the camera to her eye. The lens of the camera was now between Sarah's knees and pointed directly at her crotch. This was it, really. There was no longer any pretence that these were pictures of a girl. This was where she began to have photographs taken of her cunt. Well, that was what she was here for. The shutter clicked. Sally moved a few inches closer still. Two more shots.

"Lovely," she said. Now we've done the warm-up with the pussy and tits. Time for a bit of bum. Get up on your knees and turn around and face the wall. Knees apart, not too wide. Now, put your hands on the back of the couch on each side of you, and look over your shoulder at me."

Sarah looked around and smiled. The shutter clicked. "Stretch your arms up towards the ceiling," said Sally. Sarah obeyed again and felt her skirt pulled higher. She smiled at Sally and arched her back, pushing her bottom towards the camera. She swung her hips slowly to the left and the right. The shutter clicked several times.

"Great!" said Sally. "You're getting the hang of it, I think."

Sarah lowered her arms now, unbidden, and grasped the sides of her skirt a couple of inches above the hem. Still looking over her shoulder, still smiling, she lifted the hem a little. Click. She poked her tongue at the camera and swung her hips to the left; she raised the skirt a little more. Another click. To the right and a little more. Two clicks.

She lifted the hem right up, exposing the whole of her knickers, and arched her back again, feeling the thin cotton of the knickers tight against her bottom. Sally was taking close ups of her buttocks now. With the bright lights on her the knickers would be semi-transparent, Sarah knew. The cleft between her buttocks would be visible through the cotton.

She leaned forward now and rested her elbows on the back of the sofa. She parted her knees further and thrust her backside as high and as far back as she could. She knew that shots that Sally was taking: not just the bottom, but her crotch, the knickers tight against her cunt. She had seen the position many times. She was moist down there. She hoped that there was no damp patch visible.

"Great," Sally was saying again. "Great! You're a natural, I think. Fantastic!"

Sarah laughed. Could she really be laughing? she thought to herself. "Thanks," she said. she reached her right hand behind her. She rested it on her buttock, then slipped it around between her legs and gripped her cunt through her knickers.

A jolt shot through her from her clitoris and made her catch her breath. She had not expected it and was thankful that Sally was still very close and could not have caught it on the camera. She realized suddenly just how aroused she was.

Be careful, she thought. But what she said was, "Now let's give them a bit of actual flesh," and without waiting for an answer moved her fingers to the edge of the gusset of her knickers. She hooked two fingers under it and slowly pulled it across her crotch.

She showed her cunt to the camera. The shutter clicked repeatedly.
Do you want me to hold open my pussy like this for you Baby?&#8230;&#8230;"Just hold it right there," said Sally, shuffling rapidly backwards so that she could take the whole of Sarah's body. "Now, look at me." Sarah looked at her and smiled. "The guys love to see the girl that goes with the pussy," said Sally, shooting again now.

Sarah laughed. She was the girl who went with a pussy. "Want a spread now?" she asked Sally. Was she really doing this? Did she really ask that question?

"Take it away," said Sally. "Whatever you like. You're doing just fine."

Steadying herself with the front of her body against the back of the sofa, Sarah reached both hands around behind herself. She tucked the gusset of her knickers into the crease between her crotch and her leg, out of the way. She put one index finger on each of her lips. She gently drew them apart. She could feel how wet it was down there. Her cunt opened like a flower. She felt the air on the flesh inside. She felt full of joy. She smiled and the shutter clicked.

Sally came in close again and took pictures of her cunt from distance of no more than eight inches; Sarah knew that the camera saw deep inside her. "Mmmm," Sally said, "Lots of yummy cum. Want to have another look now?"
"Is there a cushion or something I could use as a pillow?" she asked.
Sarah let go of her lips and adjusted her knickers back into place. "May as well," she said. She would have to look sometime.

Sally clambered to her feet and sat down next to Sarah again. Again Sarah was conscious of the warmth of her body. Sally fiddled with the camera and handed it to Sarah. The shot on the screen was the last one she had seen before. She advanced to the next frame. There she was, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, smiling face, spread knees, bare white thighs, and the gusset of her knickers stretched across her crotch. She advanced further. There were her knickers, filling the screen, stretched across the mound beneath. She saw that several pubic hairs had escaped from underneath the gusset. A teaser for the guys, she thought. Several more frames, then the shots from behind with the cheeky bottom showing under the hem of her skirt. Her tongue poking at the camera. Then her crotch filled the screen again, but from behind. She looked closely and thought she saw a tiny round patch of damp. She advanced the frame again.

There it was. Her naked cunt. Close up. She saw the lips, the slit between the lips, the dark blonde, tightly curled pubic hair. And then it was open. Pale pink flesh ringed by her white skin and the darker pubic hair. Sarah saw at the top of the picture that her inner lips had parted slightly to show a narrow gap leading deeper inside her. The pink flesh inside her was coated with a milky fluid. Yummy cum, Sally had said. The next shot was from further back, her smiling face, holding her cunt open to the camera, the girl that went with the pussy.

She swallowed. She was a porn model. She felt her groin contract with excitement at the thought.

"These are just great!" Sally was saying enthusiastically. "You are a natural! What do you think?"

"I suppose it's what I was expecting," said Sarah.

Without warning, Sally put her arm around Sarah and kissed her on the lips. It was a gesture of friendship, comfort. She stood up.

"OK, some full length ones now," she said. "Up you get." Sarah stood up.

"Let's see," said Sally. "Shall we try the other side? Turn so that your left side is towards the camera. Now, head up, shoulders back. Like a soldier. Breathe deep."

Sarah did as she was told. Of course. Head up, shoulders back, deep breath, chest out. She smiled and as the pose lifted her breasts high and strained them against the fabric. She could feel that her nipples were erect. She didn't care. She turned her head to the left and looked at the camera as another volley of clicks rang out.

"Fabulous," said Sally. "Now. I think, can you sit up on the back of the couch?"

"You mean right up here?" asked Sarah, touching the top of the back.

"That's it," Sally answered. "Not in the middle, at the end here." She gestured with her right hand.

Sarah climbed awkwardly into position and sat down on the back of the sofa with her feet on the cushioned seat.

Sally assessed her. "Ah, don't sit on your skirt. Let it drape out behind you and down the side of the back."

Sarah raised herself and with her left hand pulled the skirt out from underneath her bottom. She smoothed it as best she could out to the sides and hanging down behind the sofa back. She felt the air around the undersides of her thighs. Looking down on herself she was perfectly modest. From below, she was completely exposed.

"Excellent," said Sally, "but we're going to need to get a bit of light under there. She took the camera from around her neck and laid it carefully on the small table. She moved two of the reflective silver sheets close to Sarah, level with the seat of the sofa and angled so that they reflected light up under Sarah's skirt. She put one on each side of Sarah and aimed lamps at them. Sarah felt the warmth from the reflected light on the underside of her thigh. Sally moved more lights and reflectors to eliminate shadows on Sarah's face. She picked up the camera and got down on her knees again. Her head was level with Sarah's waist.

"OK, knees together, that's right, hands in lap, looking sweet. Little smile for the camera."

The shots came. The camera was pointed at the top half of her body.

Sally sat down on the floor and aimed the camera. "Not low enough," she said. She looked around and found a small wooden box which she placed on the floor. Then she took a cushion from the other end of the sofa and placed it as a pillow on top of the box. She lay down on her back, resting her head on the pillow, about a foot above the ground. She aimed the camera again. "Good," she said. A volley of shots. "Just right."

The camera was pointed at Sarah's face, but straight up her skirt as well.

"Now, head right back, touching the wall, that's right. Ah, put your right hand on the top of the back there and lean on it a bit. Good. Now, turn diagonally a little. OK. And let's put your left foot up on the armrest."

The armrest was about a foot lower than the back of the sofa and the position separated Sarah's legs. OK. Unasked, she moved them a little further apart. The hum of excitement in her groin was constant now.

Sally fired off more shots up Sarah's skirt. Without waiting to be told, Sarah pulled her skirt a little higher. Now she leant forward, put her left elbow on her left leg and cupped her chin in her hand. She spread her legs wider again. Looking down, she could see her striped knickers and her stomach tightened involuntarily. She could feel herself growing rapidly wetter down there. She smiled at the camera and assumed some different expressions: a little kiss with the lips, then open-mouthed surprise, then a laugh.

"Fantastic," said Sally. "Fantastic, keep it going." More shots.

"You're a natural," said Sally again and raised herself to her feet. "Lean back against the wall and pull your skirt right up to your waist."

Sarah did so and pushed the skirt as much as she could behind her. She was sitting there now in her shirt and knickers with her bare white legs wide apart. Sally moved lights and reflectors. She knelt down in front of Sarah and adjusted the camera. Then she raised it to her eye and thrust it between Sarah's legs so that the lens was only six inches from her crotch and took a shot. Sarah slid her right hand down to her knickers. Pulled aside the gusset again. Showed her cunt again. Sally took pictures of it. Sarah spread it with her fingers, looking down at the lens of the camera, six inches from her open lips as the shutter clicked.

Sally sat back on her heels and drew breath. "OK, we'll start to concentrate on the boobs for a bit. Let's start with you kneeling on all fours on the seat of the couch. Face this way and angle yourself as much as you can towards the front. Head up and another nice smile."

She had knelt down on the floor again and was sitting back on her haunches directly in front of Sarah. Sarah's shirt hung loose from her body; when she looked down she could see cleavage and her bra. The camera was aimed directly down her shirt. She smiled as the shutter clicked. She rounded her shoulders to give a better view. She smiled and reached up and undid another button of her shirt.

"Very seductive," said Sally. "This is really great. Now, sit yourself down again with your legs stretched out in front of you on the seat. Don't worry about your skirt, just leave it as it is." It was spread around Sarah; her bare thighs were against the cushioned seat. "Turn half to the right and look at me across your shoulder." She took some shots.

"Another button." Sarah undid another button and separated the two halves of her shirt to allow the camera to peer in. "You like this, don't you?"

"I suppose I do," said Sarah. Sally took some more shots. Sarah undid the last button of her shirt. She lowered her head a little so that her eyes were looking slightly upwards at the camera and gave a small smile, thinking to herself, "Have a look at what I've got here, guys."

Without any bidding from Sally she slowly straightened herself, then shrugged her bottom forward a little and put both her hands behind her body. She leaned back on them. Her shirt fell away from her body; her breasts in their striped bra were pointed upwards. Sally was on the move now, firing off shots all the time. She took Sarah from the front and above, from close and to the side, and then several just of Sarah's breasts.

"I said you were a natural before, and you really are," she said. "You really haven't ever done anything like this before?"

"Never," said Sarah. "And I'm not going to do it again." She sat up straight now and, looking directly and unsmiling at the camera, slowly removed her shirt and dropped it on the floor.

"Play with the left strap a bit, then slide it off the shoulder," said Sally. More shots. "OK. Now the other one." More shots. "Now put your right hand on your tit and give it a squeeze. And smile."

Sarah ran her hand up the side of her body and cupped her right breast. She caressed it and squeezed it gently. Then, leaning forward, she reached around behind herself, all the time looking full at the camera, not smiling now, and undid the catch of her bra. With her left hand she held it to her breasts. Then, slowly, she lifted it off, raised her head, pulled back her shoulders, showed the camera her breasts. Her nipples were erect, hard like little bullets.

"Gorgeous, gorgeous tits," said Sally. "I love them like that. Soft. What are you, a C?"

"Yes," said Sarah. "34C. They'll sag when I get older."

"Play with them a bit for the guys out there." Sarah caressed them, stroked them, cupped them and blew a kiss at the camera. She felt the hardness of her nipples against her palms. She smiled. She stood up.

"Half way there," she said to Sally. She made a few poses: side on, hands on hips, leaning forward with hands on knees, letting her breasts hang free.

Then, slowly, she reached for the two buttons at the waistband of her skirt. She undid them, then put her hands on her hips again and swung her hips from side to side. Her skirt slid down several inches so that the waistband of her knickers showed above it. She showed her belly and breasts to the camera. She lightly took the material of her skirt between her fingers and slowly, slowly, pulled it down over her hips. Once past, the skirt slipped easily and she let it fall to the floor. During the whole time she gazed directly at the camera, challenging it. She stepped out of her skirt.

"Just hold it there a second," said Sally. She took off the camera again and as quickly as she could adjusted the lamps and reflectors so that the whole length of Sarah's body was illuminated from above and below and from both sides. Then she pulled her pillow to a spot about four feet in front of Sarah's feet and lay down on her back. She aimed the camera up at Sarah. Sarah smiled at her and stood with her legs apart.

"Sensational!" said Sally. "Just hold that." A volley of shots. "Stay like that."

Sarah stood still as Sally got to her feet again and came and stood beside her. "Look," she said, showing the screen on the back of the camera. She showed several images in succession. Sarah saw herself, thighs and striped knickers in the foreground, the knickers stretched over the swelling mound, belly and breasts and nipples above it, and her eyes gazing down at her from above all that body. "God, that is shameless," she thought to herself.

"I need some more light down there," said Sally. "Just don't move." She adjusted the reflective sheets again, bathing Sarah's inner thighs and crotch in light. "OK, that should be better," she said, as much to herself as to Sarah. She hastily got down on the floor again and pulled her pillow to a point just in front of Sarah's feet. "Stay still," she said again and scooted around behind Sarah. Then carefully she lay backwards between Sarah's legs and placed her head on the pillow. She raised the camera. Three quick shots. She inspected the images. "Great," she said. "Now, hook your thumbs in the top of your knickers." More shots.

Sarah knew where this was going. She slowly pulled the elastic lower. The top of her patch of pubic hair came into view. She pulled the elastic a little lower. Her pubic mound was now visible.

"Hold it," said Sally. She got rapidly to her knees and took several shots of Sarah's hips and thighs with the patch of pubic hair in the middle and the gusset of her knickers still in the gap between the tops of her thighs. She pulled back then to get Sarah full length. "Off you go," she said.

Sarah smiled at the camera and deliberately pulled her knickers down, away from her crotch. She tried to remain as upright as she could and kept her eyes on the camera, but she had to lean forward a little. She felt her breasts hanging loose. Then when the knickers were over her knees, she let go of them, straightened, and, still smiling, allowed them to fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and stood tall, not smiling now, feet a little apart looking at the camera as Sally photographed her nude body.

Slowly she turned in a half circle and faced away from the camera. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. She completed the circle. As she moved she could feel the slippery wetness inside her cunt.

"I don't have to teach you anything, do I?" said Sally. "Now let's try a different position. On your back on the couch."

Sarah walked to the sofa. She lay down on her back with her head on the armrest. It was very uncomfortable.

"Yes, somewhere there is," said Sally, looking around. "Ah." She found one and tossed it to Sarah, who propped it against the armrest and shrugged her body down a little, finding some comfortable support for her head and shoulders. Her knees were slightly raised as the sofa was not long enough for her to stretch her legs fully, and slightly parted. Sally had rearranged the lighting again by the time she was settled and was standing at the far end of the sofa looking down at Sarah.

"OK," Sally said and raised the camera. "Let those knees open up."

Sarah let one knee rest against the back of the sofa and slowly allowed the other to fall to the side, splaying out, offering her crotch to the camera. Her groin was alight; she was behaving like a whore. The shots came quickly.

Sarah looked into the camera and raised her hands to her shoulders. She slowly ran them down her body, over her breasts with the hard, bullet-like nipples, over her belly. She looked lazily at the camera now. She let her right knee rest against the back of the sofa and then placed her left foot down on the floor. Her cunt was open; she was in position to be entered. She knew her cunt was very wet. Sally was kneeling now and took shots constantly.

"That's my favourite position," she said. "Wide open and ready for fucking. Fabulous."
Sarah lifted her left foot back onto the seat and slowly drew her knees up towards her chest. Sally was on her feet again now and at the end of the sofa. Sarah straightened her legs into the air above her. She put her hand on the backs of her knees to hold her legs high, then drew them down almost to her chest. She knew what the camera was seeing now: it saw her on her back, her knees drawn up to her chest, her cunt framed between the backs of her thighs. She held that position. Sally took a series of shots from different distances.

Sarah now placed her hands on the fronts of her knees. Looking at the camera, smiling openly, she drew her knees apart. Sally took pictures from above her: a smiling naked woman exhibiting her breasts and cunt. Sarah put her feet down on the seat of the sofa, as far apart as they could be, and let go of her knees. She slipped her hands down to her groin. She opened the lips of her cunt. She smiled. Sally photographed her and then photographed her cunt.

"You really are liking this, aren't you?" said Sally. "What about if we get up and do the doggy position now, and then we'll choose a toy for the finale."

"In a second," said Sarah. "Keep shooting."

This time it was Sally who obeyed an instruction. As she fired off shots, Sarah felt with the fingers of her right hand and unhooded her clitoris. She could have come then and there if she had wanted to. Every movement of her hand sent shocks of desire through her groin and stomach. She slid the index and middle fingers of her right hand into her cunt. She squeezed down on her clitoris, then released the pressure and withdrew her fingers. Sally drew back a little and kept shooting as Sarah raised her hand to her face and savoured the powerful aroma of female fluid. There was a white drop of it on her index finger. She placed the two fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. She smiled around them at the camera. The shutter continued to click.

"You are just fabulous," said Sally. "Best ever, to be honest. All I have to do is keep pressing this button. You do whatever you want." It was an instruction.

"Doggy next, then," said Sarah and began to rearrange her position so that she was kneeling on the sofa and supporting herself on her hands. Sally rearranged the lighting.

"OK, all ready now," said Sally and began taking shots of Sarah side on. Sarah smiled at her and kept smiling and turned her head to follow Sally as she moved around to a position just behind and to the right of Sarah's right buttock. Sarah spread her knees as far as she could on the sofa cushions and arched her back, pushing her cunt back between her legs as far as she could. She craned her neck as far around towards the camera as she could and smiled: the classic porn model shot. Sally took picture after picture of her genitals and her face.

Sarah straightened herself upright and turned towards the wall. Sally moved around directly behind her. Steadying herself with her thighs against the back of the sofa, Sarah reached behind herself and grasped a buttock in each hand. Turning her head and looking over her shoulder, she smiled and pulled her buttocks apart. A long series of shots. Sarah got a better grip and spread even further. Shot after shot. The camera moved right in close now and took pictures of her anus and her open cunt.

At last Sarah relaxed her grip and allowed her buttocks to close again. She raised her body up straight. "Final movement now?" she asked. "What have you got for me?"

"Well, there's a choice as I said. The guys send them in to us. We only keep them if they're in the original packaging. Can you believe that there are guys who go into a sex shop and buy a dildo just so they can send it off to a porn site? What would you like? A vibrator?" She had moved over to another small table at the back of the room and was sorting through what Sarah could see was a collection of dildoes.

"No," said Sarah, "Just a rod." She stood up and padded over to the table next to Sally. The thought flashed through her mind of the absurdity of the situation: she, a naked woman, standing with a fully-clothed photographer discussing the nature of the instrument with which she was going to masturbate herself while her photograph was taken.

There were eight or nine dildoes of various shapes and sizes on the table. She picked up one that was a length of clear plastic nearly an inch in diameter with a series of rounded bulges, some large, some not so large, along its length. The two ends were rounded. She tested it and found it was flexible under pressure. "This one," she said. "Where do you want me?"

"On the floor, I think," said Sally. "The rug's pretty soft and you can use a cushion as a pillow."

As she spoke she was again rearranging the lighting, concentrating it closer to the floor. She took a cushion from the seat of the sofa and laid it on the rug.

"Lie down there with your legs out diagonally this way," -- Sarah obeyed, holding the dildo -- "and put your feet flat on the ground with your knees bent a bit. Hold the toy in front of you and play with it for a while. Then let your imagination take over. If I want you to do something particular I'll say so."

Sarah relaxed her head onto the cushion and held the dildo against her chest. She raised it a little and looked at it, and then slowly pushed the rounded end into her mouth. She sucked on it as if she were sucking a cock. The camera was close to her face now, firing shots, but she didn't look at it. She gave her attention to the dildo. She felt another strong pang of desire in her groin and knew that she was still just as wet; although her mind was relaxed she was physically on edge. When this was over she would need to go home urgently, urgently, to relieve her tension. She turned the dildo around and began to suck the other end.

Sally and her camera withdrew a short distance and Sarah took the dildo out of her mouth. Holding one end of it above her, she allowed the other end to rest on her body just below the neck, and then drew it slowly down between to her breasts, traced it slowly around each nipple -- they were still hard pellets standing out vertically -- and then down her stomach to her navel, then down further to her pubic bone.

She grasped it more firmly now using both hands and, altering the angle, pushed the head of it to the top of her cunt, then to the clitoris. The effect was powerful; it made her catch her breath. She rubbed the head along the length of her cunt and felt the lips open easily. She would not need any lubricant. She allowed the head to enter her, just shallowly, then withdrew it and ran it down the length of her cunt again. She was vaguely aware that Sally was kneeling above her level with her knees, aiming the camera up past her cunt to her face. She was not listening for shots.

Her breath was coming faster now. She felt the head of the dildo between her lips and then slowly but firmly pushed it into her cunt. As each spherical swelling on the shaft entered her it pressed against her clitoris, causing her breath to catch and her stomach to contract each time. She realized that she was losing control but did not withdraw the dildo. She stopped with the third bulge resting against her clitoris. She increased the pressure on her clitoris and her stomach jerked; she relaxed it; then again she pressed it and pressed it again, her breath now coming in short gasps. Half consciously she was aware that she was should not orgasm, she should not orgasm publicly.

She should not, but the immediate need of her body was insistent. She pressed again, harder, and the orgasm came. Her stomach and hips jerked several times; she tried to control them; she tried not to cry out but could not tell how much noise she made. She pulled herself under control as quickly as she could, perhaps after only a few seconds, but the aftermath of the climax caused her hips to jerk involuntarily several more times. Finally the tremors subsided. She became aware of her surroundings again, heard the shutter of the camera and wondered how much of her abandonment it had caught.

She was calm now and drew a deep breath. She smiled up at Sally. There were a few more shots, and then Sally had taken the camera off and was kneeling over her.

"That was beautiful, darling," she said. "Just beautiful." Sarah could see tears in her eyes. "You are the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. You looked so beautiful when you came. Thank you, thank you for letting me, for letting me be part of it." She leaned down and kissed Sarah on the lips again. "Beautiful. Thank you." She kissed Sarah once more and Sarah kissed her back.

Sally lay down beside Sarah on the rug with her head on the cushion and put her arms around her. The two women lay there for several minutes, saying nothing, enjoying the peace of the moment.

Unwillingly, Sarah asked, "Does that happen very often?"

"No," answered Sally. "Sometimes. Sometimes on the video but hardly ever on this session. Do you care?"

"No," said Sarah. "Not really. How much will show in the photos?"

"I've got lots of your pussy leaking cum," said Sally. "There's even a little trickle running onto your thigh, like somebody spilt some milk. They like to put those shots on the site. You don't really get the contractions properly with stills, but I got some lovely pictures of your face. You were all red. That will be there, but mostly they won't notice that and they won't really know what it means anyway. You had to be here to see that it was real. It was so beautiful. I feel very privileged."

Sarah was quiet for several moments, taking it in. What she had just been through had been as intense any sexual experience she had ever had. She had intended when she came here to remain detached, exploiting her body and exploiting other people's sexual desire. She had not intended when she came here to show herself as a naked, sexual animal. It had happened. And she had knowingly signed away her right to keep her privacy. What she had not realized when she signed those papers was how much of herself -- her inner self -- she was going to display. She felt regret, but she could do nothing about it.

"What happens now?" she asked.

"Time to get cleaned up and dressed," said Sally. "While you're in the shower I'll put these all on the computer. I'll need to work on them, but you can have a look at them if you like. Some girls find it a bit, ah, a bit of a shock when they see parts of themselves on a screen, but you've seen the little screen so you know what you can expect. All your bits, there for everyone to see."

"Yes," said Sarah. "How many shots did you take?"

"I don't know exactly," said Sally. "About 500 probably. We usually use about 100, but if yours are as good as I think they are we might use more."

Sarah began to get to her feet. After having lain down for so long she felt light-headed when she stood up, so she sat down on the sofa to rest. She looked around. The studio looked like a scene of debauch. She saw her shirt by the side of the sofa, and on the floor in front of it were her knickers. She thought she remembered that she had dropped her bra down the back of it. Her skirt was draped over the far armrest. She could not remember taking off her shoes and could not see them anywhere.

"Do you have a towel?" she asked. "I suppose it's all right to go down to the bathroom and come back again without getting dressed."

"Sure is," said Sally. "One thing this building sees plenty of is naked girls. All shapes and sizes. I love it. Here's a towel. There won't be anyone in the bathroom."

"Do you have any idea of the time?" asked Sarah. "I've got no idea how long that all took."

"It's about 11.30. It was about an hour and a half. Sometimes it's quicker but sometimes it's a lot longer. You're a natural, like I said. Sometimes you've got no idea how much humming and ha-ing and will I or won't I's involved. It's such a treat to work with a girl who's made up her mind and doesn't keep thinking about changing it. Still, a lot of them are very young, so I suppose you've got to make allowances."

Sarah was at the door now with the towel wrapped around her. "I'll be back in a few minutes," she said.


When she stepped into the corridor the brightness of the light hit her. The lights in the studio had been bright while she was being photographed, but Sally had flicked off several before she lay down with Sarah. She walked towards the bathroom, her bare feet feeling the coolness of the vinyl-tiled floor.

In the bathroom she looked at herself. She recognized the signs: the untidy, slightly damp hair, the slight flush on the cheeks. She turned on the shower, stepped into it and washed her face and body thoroughly, keeping only her hair from the stream of water. She realized she needed to urinate and did so, then rinsed her legs and crotch again. Her groin was quiet now and she had regained control of herself.

She turned off the shower, stepped out and dried herself. She put her clothes back on, making herself neat and tidy. She combed her hair, then returned to the studio. She saw no-one, and the female voices she had heard before had ceased.

She thanked Sally. Her thanks were sincere. In Anna's office she told Anna that she would meet the other girls when she came to do the video shoot, but that now she would go straight home. She accepted $1000 from Anna and put it in her purse.

She walked downstairs on her own. She said goodbye to Rita and walked out into Almond Street. The heat struck her after the air-conditioned coolness inside.


The urge to edit is strong but I refrained other than a few spellings....the variations are British and a wee bit European which adds to the pleasure of the story I believe....

I would add just one paragraph, here:

The sun lit her skin with welcome relief, her womb reawakening with each step filled with the after effects of her orgasm. It was as if a dream, an erotic throbbing memory, had reawakened between her thighs, She walked languidly, her slick reward lubricating each step. She drew out her cell, a single message awaited. “Did you?”

She smiled, her slickened stride unbroken. Her mood settling no longer unsure. Her fingers danced in reply, “Oh yes, I get off on it don't you?”

The cell purred in quick response, her hand tremuling as her inner fire stoked and matched the cellular flutter, “Making you cum gets me off babe.”

She laughed and tapped her response, “Meet me in twenty and I'll show you my thousand dollar hunny... on the house.”

At his end, he laughed and reached for his keys....


Enjoy the day....


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