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Handcuffs Or Silk Scarves
Posted:Nov 5, 2018 12:10 am
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2020 6:49 pm
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"Bishop to Queen's Rook 4... Checkmate ! " I declared, while grinning at her.

Lynn stared at the chess board, looked across the table at me, smiled... and blinked. Several seconds passed before she finally, tipped her 'King' over and surrendered. Slowly, she stood up, and pushed her chair aside. She knew what was expected of her. Playfully... she turned her back to me and plunged her thumbs into the sides of her white lace panties... gently tugging them, down her thighs, and along her legs.  She angled her supple body until, she was completely bent over, revealing all of herself - to me. I thought I saw something twitch. 

Having removed that final garment,  she twirled back around, to measure my reaction. Her wide smile and perky breasts, beamed at me.

"Why am I the only one who is naked... Paul? What other rules are there, in this game of yours?" Lynn's blue green eyes, sparkled as she giggled.

I thought for a second or two. 

"Turn around again? I want to look at you in this light."

Lynn turned slowly, clockwise... her arms floating, by her sides. 

"Wait... Stop... Stop right there. Don't move. Don't move a muscle!"

Once again, her back faced me. I got up from my chair, and approached her from the rear. My hands met her silky thighs and traced their outlines to her hips and then down across her belly where my fingers came to rest, fluttering and caressing her, just above a place where I knew - she loved to be touched. She raised herself on her tiny toes, arched her neck to the left - and read my mind... as her lips... met mine... with a passionate kiss. 'Damn... she was hot ! '

As our lips parted, she quickly turned around and began fumbling, with the belt on my pants. I swiftly, caught both her wrists and held them steady.

"No Lynn. The rest of this game, is going to be played in the bedroom. Go lie on the bed ... I'll be right there," I kissed her softly and released her. 

Lynn gleefully, ran towards the bedroom. 

"Do I get the handcuffs, or are we just going to use the silk scarves this time?" she shouted from down the hallway.

'Good question.', I thought. I just wasn't sure. It was the toughest question, Lynn had asked me... all day.

© November 2018 Paul P.
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So...
Do you like to play board games 🎲 or card games 🃏 or 'games' 💏 of any sort; or has the art of playing games died ?
Solitaire on the computer - counts ! Does anyone still play that game? . .

FYI Today is National Donut Day. For me it is chocolate or honey glazed. Yes... I love donuts.
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Almost Ripped To Shreds . . . #47
Posted:Nov 1, 2018 2:27 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 2:20 pm
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Was it some traumatic experience, the smell of your mother's cooking as you stood in the kitchen next to her (tugging on her apron), or perhaps it was the taste of a birthday cake; everyone has an early childhood memory. Mine occurred when I was about three years old and it terrified me for years afterward.

Even though my parents and I lived in the city, my grandparents (with whom we were very close), had many friends who lived in rural areas, and farmed their land - and so we took a road trip. We drove up to this homestead, early one warm, summer morning. I have no recollection that we had all, scrambled into my father's '58 Chevy Bel Air, or that the drive took two and a half hours. Nor do I recall exactly, where I was sitting, while crammed up in that car - with my parents, grandparents and uncle. I vaguely remember, taking turns on everyone's lap; seat belts were an option, back in the day.

I do recall the next set of events - vividly. When we arrived at the farm and stopped, I was very happy, to finally free myself and run around. I jumped out the open car door, pushed my tiny legs and ran up a gravel path towards the farmhouse. As I ran, I heard the farm dogs barking - and there were many of them. But . . .the one that caught my eye, was the monstrous black german shepherd , galloping directly toward me, along that same, gravel path. His loud ferocious bark, stopped me dead in my tracks, but it was his snarling white teeth and the sheer size of that beast, that had me frozen and terrified. I began to cry and in fact I screamed in terror and horror, as that charged closer and closer. I remember thinking that I would probably be bitten and I closed my eyes.

My next distinct memory is of me, being swooped up in the air by my uncle Steve. He was a large man, well over 6 feet tall and he lifted me into his arms, high and far out of reach from ALL the dogs. I waited for that big black dog, to bite me - but he didn't. In fact, he slowed to a stop and just stood there, barking. I was grateful for my uncle's firm grip and I buried my face into his shoulder and hugged him with all my strength.

For many years afterward, I was completely terrified of dogs... until one day - my uncle Steve, gave me a tip.

"Paul . . . Never show a you're afraid. They sense fear. Respect dogs, but don't fear them. Approach a you don't know with caution, but with confidence as well. You'll see - that will be your friend ! "

I outgrew my fear of dogs, very quickly, after I began applying my uncle's words. To this day, I love dogs and can't help but approach one, play with one or just pet one... whenever I have the opportunity.


© November 2018 Paul P.
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So...
Do you prefer dogs, are you more of a cat person... or do you have another favourite animal?
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This is my submission to - My Earliest Childhood Memory # 47 Virtual Symposium #47 Link November Earliest Childhood Memory-what age?. .

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Time Hovered
Posted:Oct 30, 2018 1:14 am
Last Updated:Jun 2, 2020 6:14 am
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Last Friday night, I drove to the airport to pick up an old friend of mine - Robert, who was flying in from New York. Traffic was hellacious, and had been worse than usual - in the last week. All this had coincided with the legalization of that 'formerly illegal' herb - marijuana.  We used to bomb around town at 8 or 9 mph but lately, we were hovering, at no more than 4 or 5 mph. I jokingly blamed all the stoners as they all drove slower - trying to be extra careful. Local media, pointed out that this city, closed down yet another major road, for repairs. Those media minions, might have had a valid point.

Once at the terminal, I missed the entrance to the 'Express  Parking' lot and had to drive...  all the way... around the airport, to try and hit that entrance, again. Ask me if I was pissed. Luckily , when I reached the USA  Arrivals Lounge (after having walked a half mile from my parking spot), and in spite of the crowds - I still found an empty chair. Quietly, I sat down next to an old, frail, grey haired gentleman. He was in his late 80's perhaps. In one hand he clasped a cane, while on the lap of his rumpled plaid pants, rested a motley cardboard sign, with the name - 'Deborah' written on it. Naturally I was curious so of course, I asked him about the sign.

He looked up at me and shared his brief saga. He was waiting for his , Deborah. He hadn't seen her in 45 years. He wasn't sure what she looked like, and she certainly wouldn't recognize him, or so he thought. Deborah was his only and had been estranged from him (as a very young girl), since his bitter divorce, from her mother.  Deborah was married, had lived in New Jersey for many years - and she was flying into town, for her mother's funeral.  She was his only family, and she had finally decided, to reconcile with him.

'She's a doctor. She's a Neurologist at Mount Sinai,' he proudly announced to me, smiling broadly. I could tell he was nervous, as his thin fingers fidgeted, with the sign. 

As the passengers on that New York flight began to walk through the Arrivals gate, I slowly helped him up from his seat, and followed him as he gingerly walked toward that gaggle of travellers. It was the same flight my friend Robert was on. 

You might have seen those u tube videos, or movies, where two people who haven't seen each other in years, finally recognize one another,  and fall into each others arms, crying and hugging ? That's,  exactly, what their reunion resembled ! Imagine meeting your after 45 years. Imagine meeting your father, whom you haven't seen in more than four decades... and - it was on the occasion of your mother's funeral. As I stood there, stunned, I couldn't imagine, not seeing my daughters for one year - let alone 45 years.

If you know me, you'd know that I.m an emotional guy,  and I started tearing up, right alongside them. I wish I could tell you how their story ended but (in truth), for them, it was just the beginning. They were still hugging each other as my friend Robert approached, and I was still wiping a tear from my eye.

"Hey Paul. What's up? You missed me that much? Holy shit... Come here buddy!"

He laughed as he extended his hand and gave me the hug that I needed ! While we drove to his hotel, I told him about the man I'd met and the story he'd shared. We then sat there laughing as we exchanged anecdotes about our lives, our families and work related fuckups. The music in the car was chill and midnight traffic was at a complete standstill... some sort of lane closures, or something like that. I didn't mind. No... I didn't mind that traffic at all...  I was in no rush, I mean, life is short. isn't it?


© October 2018 Paul P.
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So...
Do you spend time with your family or with those you love - as much as you'd like to?

Have you ever tried marijuana?

And no... I'm not sure if legalization is a good thing or not. I imagine time will tell. Even in that airport parking lot, blue plumes of smoke and that pervasive aroma , proved to me that people were getting ready to fly - in more ways than one. 😊🎃🌿 ..
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The Pecker Was Huge
Posted:Oct 25, 2018 11:22 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 2:24 pm
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I usually like to end my day with a walk by the lake or the river. There are a of forested parks that are peaceful places of solace for me to regroup and quietly think about things. I think about my life and my and family. I think about what I have accomplished and what I have yet - to accomplish. Those moments, by myself, bring me - a sense of peace and the ability to, recalibrate my goals. No matter how rough and tumble my day has been, those walks rejuvenate my mind and body... and I feel renewed and refreshed !

Yesterday (in that cleanly chilled fall air), I found myself walking along a forest trail, in one of my parks, alongside the lake. The only sounds I heard, were those of the fallen maple leaves, crumbling and squishing under my runners, and the distant hammering, of a woodpecker. Yes - a woodpecker. The male woodpeckers here are huge, if you've ever seen one ! I began to think... not about my life, but about something completely non related.

How many different, synonyms, could I find for the word - 'pecker' ?

Here is what I came up with:
penis, organ, member, phallus, cock, dick,, peter, prick, shaft, tool, johnson, manhood, schlong, willy, wood
... Most probably, I missed a few. Hmmm...

Then I thought, I might as well try the same exercise for the word vagina... right? So I came up with :
cunt, pussy, twat, muff, snatch, penis glove, honey pot

This 'vagina' list is substantially shorter... At least that's all, I came up with. Both lists will most certainly help me with any erotic story I write in the future. It gets a little repetitive to use the same words over and over again...

"There you go Paul. Another mini goal accomplished ! New nouns for your next sex story. I need to get a LIFE !" I thought to myself, as I trudged along the path.

The woodpecker in the distance had finally stopped his clatter.

"Ahhh ...... silence...... "


© October 2018 Paul P.
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So...
Do you Do something special or GO some place where you can - completely relax and recharge your batteries, after your day ?

Can you ADD to that list of slang words for , 'penis' or the 'vagina' ? I know that I missed quite a few.


That first image above, is the trail I was on, and the red maple tree image (below), is of a spot on the road, not far from my home. It is the reddest tree in the neighborhood. . .
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Just to Touch You
Posted:Oct 22, 2018 11:42 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2019 1:14 pm
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I was rummaging through a kitchen drawer last Saturday, looking for a pair of scissors, when I came across this hand written, faded letter, in an envelope, addressed to me. It was from Dianne - an ex girlfriend, from long ago. I opened it, sat down and began to read...

Dear Paul,

I woke up in the middle of the night and reached across the bed, just to touch you - but you weren't there. My pillows still smell like you, and I. am already sorry for saying what I said to you.

But I really don't understand how you can be such an asshole sometimes. You play this game with my heart and you think you can get away with it because of your cute ass and those fucking eyes of yours. You know you can hypnotize me with the words you say and how you say them, and you do that on purpose. There's a name, a word , for a man like you. It describes who you are and how you selfishly, seduce and treat women. I just can't think of that name right now, but YOU know it!

I said to you, that I could change, so just give me time. Give me a chance. You know we're good together. We are fucking good together and yet you treat US, as if it's just a sex thing. It's more than that. Much more !

If what you said to me last night is true and if that's the way you feel - then I don't want to see you again. And that's MY truth !

You know I love you Paul. You know we could make this work ! Can't we try?

Love
Dianne


I held that scrawled, rambling, repetitive note in my hand - and paused. Dianne's seething anger toward me, was obvious. She likely, might have been hammered, when she wrote it. I mean honestly... I could not have been, sooo horrible, that she would call me a lothario - that name she was searching for. Nor was I as shallow, as she implied I was... She must have been confused...

I was in my mid twenties when I met her, and I recall that Dianne and I were only together for about a year. Aside from the sex - I didn't think we had that much, going for us. I was never with her again, after the night she wrote me that letter. And I only saw her, one other time, in my life.

She was in a packed, smoky and sweaty night club, with her new boyfriend. They were crammed shoulder to shoulder, sharing a wobbly, grimy little table, with a half dozen people. I was with a couple of my friends - and we were leaving that dive . The music was loud, Dianne and I made eye contact, smiled meekly at each other and tried to say hello. I felt sorry for her. She didn't look, particularly happy. Her sullen eyes followed me as I passed.

I looked at the letter, I still held in my hands. I folded it up into the envelope, put it in the drawer and pushed the drawer shut - then sat there for a few seconds more.

Finally, I shook my head, got up from the chair, and continued my search... for those elusive scissors.


© October 2018 Paul P.
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So...
Have you ever been in a relationship where you saw things one way and your lover, saw things, in a completely different way ?

Do ever think about an 'ex' of yours and wonder what might have been, or what happened to them?


BTW... Lothario is a nefarious character in the 1605 novel - 'Don Quixote'. Another word to describe him would have been - womanizer .. .
Oh, and the scissors were found where I left them last time I used them - right on my office desk.

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Did She Just Have An Orgasm?
Posted:Oct 17, 2018 12:29 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 2:35 pm
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I will always recall that special moment, when, I was pretty sure - she had an orgasm.
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Lynn, lay naked, spread across my bed, and urged me to continue. I brushed my fingertips along her breasts, outlined her erect nipples and feathered my way down her smooth belly and across her raised hips. Eventually, I caressed my way around her silky inner thighs - toward where she wanted to be touched. Her legs twitched, as my tongue, outlined those last, warm, supple curves, before I reached her spot.

With quickened breath, she gasped, as I consumed her. Lynn's liquescent sweeteness, moistened my lips and her scent, enticed me. I could feel, the tension in her body growing and I knew her nerve endings and muscles, pulsed and danced, to my command. It pleased me, to please her! Lynn gasped once again, and gripped the sheets with both hands, clutching them, with white knuckled strength.

She had, completely, surrendered herself to me and finally, I acquiesced, and allowed her to - release it all ! Lynn lost all awareness of her surroundings, and those moments of euphoria - felt timeless to her.

Her body shivered as her convulsions multiplied while her cute, pink painted toes, curled, and uncurled, in nimble rhythms. She tried (unsuccessfully), to clamp my face between her thighs. Then, as she arched her back and buried her tilted head, deep into the pillow - a soft moan escaped from her throat. She raised her hips and pursed her lips in blissful ecstasy, with that look of hers - that I was so familiar with. She looked beautiful... and spent.

After some moments, her breathing resumed ... Lynn opened her eyes, gazed at me, and whispered - in a languid, breathless tone ...

"Oh, my gosh... that was unbelievable! That was just... so... fucking incredible!"


© October 2018 Paul P.
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Do your toes curl ?
Studies show that toe curling is a popular by-product of an orgasm.

The tittle of this story is just me being facetious. My take on some women I've been with - being rather passive in bed. Or was it just me? Eeee....
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Sex and the Royal Flush
Posted:Oct 15, 2018 11:04 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 4:32 pm
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Last weekend, I was thinking about things and I was feeling a bit low. My life, felt as if it had been poured into a porcelain toilet.

It swirled hypnoticaly, round and around in a steady clockwise motion, yet it never quite flushed itself away, nor completely from my view. As I watched, it always, resiliently, bubbled back up, to where I might even have scooped it into my hands, sifted through it's slime and sins, cleaned it - and started fresh.

I waited, with so much hope, yet it would fool me and repeat it's illusion, all over again. As I lingered impatiently, it steadfastly twirled, and circled in that foamy abyss for what seemed like - hours. Eventually, I gave up, waved goodbye... and called a plumber buddy of mine.

"I might n.eed explosives to dislodge this one.", he joked with me, as he walked back to his truck.

I cracked up laughing as I waited for his return. It was the only thing I could do - at that point !


© October 2018 Paul P.
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Do you call an expert or do you do your own home maintenance and repairs ?

Any good home reno or bathroom plumber horror stories out there?
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Fornicating Vegans
Posted:Oct 11, 2018 12:01 pm
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2020 6:51 pm
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There are a wide selection of vegan choices here in this city but that restaurant on the Plateau (in Montreal's south central area), was NOT one of the them. Anthony Bourdain, had been there year.s ago, and he had given it a blurry eyed, two thumbs up - so last week, my brother and I finally, went to check it out.

It was a Tuesday night and the place was off the charts hopping and slammed - not a free table to be found. Our reservations took a month to secure. I gently sipped my neat scotch, while taking in the vibe of the place.

The logo of the establishment, is a pig's foot and they serve - meat, meat and then more meat, with a sprinkling of diverse, fresh 'daily catch' fish and crustaceans. The tall ceiling was framed with oak beams and the hardwood floors were well worn. It was an open concept kitchen , where you could see, and smell the aroma of flaming, charing meals, as they were being prepared. We salivated, just sitting there. We were crammed table to table, and elbow to elbow next to neighbors - we had no choice, but to befriend. The music was hypnotically rhythmic and loud - 'indie chill', with a smidgen of 'top 40'. My brother and I had made up our minds on what to order and it was time to call our waiter over.

The extensive menu included foie gras, pork, duck, veal, quail, venison, rabbit, roasted lamb, roasted pork and beef ribs, and those assorted ocean creatures ... and stuff that I really wish, I could have had an opportunity to sample over two weeks or three. Maple syrup, cognac and cream seemed to have been infused into many sauces. It was a restaurant that could easily cost you 5,000 to 6,000 calories, in one sitting. Oh, and did I mention the foie gras?

I can't describe the meal we had (with any justice), except to say that - it was an epic three hour event ! We had the foie gras appetiser and I ordered the 'duck in a can' (go ahead and ask me), and my brother and I shared the roasted pig head. It was an excessive and decadently authentic, Québécois experience and we had ordered way... too much food. It was a meal, 'to die for'. Eventually... we motioned for the bill.

Our waiter seamlessly angled his way through the cluster of tables, but stopped just short of me - to acknowledge the hipster couple next to us, who had been there, for quite some time. They had already placed their menus face down on the table and had been waiting for their (our) waiter, with obvious impatience. We were right next to them, when we heard them speak.

"We just drove up, from out of town, and it took us three months to get this reservation, but there is nothing... here... that interests us - nothing !", the man spoke, as he crossed his arms. His well dressed female companion, looked up at the waiter and she smirked as she nodded her head in agreement.

"What can YOU show , two hungry vegans?", he continued, as he drummed his fingers on the table, and frowned. The music and the din in the room barely muffled his anger and annoyance.

"I can show YOU, the fucking door ! ", our waiter replied smiling, while he eloquently pointed to his left, with ballet seasoned grace.

He then he turned toward us, and presented me with our bill. He also offered (on the house), shots of brandy, which he shared with us while we toasted to the night ! As we left, the grumbling vegan pair (next to us) , begrudgingly, got up and left as well. A table was free and a smiling, gleeful couple was soon being seated.

That grandiose meal my brother and I enjoyed, was one that I won't soon forget. We waddled out the door and into the fresh cool night - huge smiles, pasted on our faces.


© October 2018 Paul P.
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When was the last time you had an incredible foodie experience where the meal was unbelievable and you stuffed your face?

With so much mammalian protein in semen and female extracts ... do vegans swallow or do they practice 'catch and release'?


By the way... I have nothing against vegans, I just thought it was a funny story. In fact, some of my best friends are... actually, none of.. oh - never mind.
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Copy and paste the link below. This is where we ate. It's a laugh. 'Anthony Bourdain - Eating at Au Pied de Cochon in Montréal'
https://youtu.be/SD2HxJoCD54
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The Scent of Sex - Or Just an Illusion ?
Posted:Oct 2, 2018 12:20 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 4:27 pm
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The sense of smell, is a powerful aphrodisiac.
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I sprayed on a new cologne yesterday morning, just as I started my day - and it totally blew me away.

It was a cologne that I had acquired as a gift. My skin just seemed to absorb it , transpose it , and blend it into something inexplicably ethereal, sexy and hot ! It had become ME , in less than one day. My nostrils flared happily, every time I would pick up a faint wisp of my scent. I strode everywhere, with a confident tilt to my vibe.

The woman, working at my favorite grocery store unwittingly agreed. She smiled and then fixed her gaze at me (captivated) , as I waved my credit card over the scanner.

"What's that you're wearing?", she had asked playfully ." You smell good."

She was right - I did smell good. As I savor myself now, I still do. If I was a woman, I would want to 'DO' me ! Lol... And then again... it's just cologne and it's just a smell. It's just an illusion - isn't it?


©October 2018 Paul P.
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So ....
Do you ever smell someone and just find them overwhelmingly edible and sexy ?

Have you ever worn perfume or cologne and turned yourself on ?

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What is it about odours and the sense of smell that influences both men women in their sexual desires ?
Hi... I posted this hot little story about a woman who loved, my touch. Enjoy the read, and share your thoughts. Click here
Did She Just Have An Orgasm  Thanks for dropping by.
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Paranormal Blow Job
Posted:Sep 30, 2018 10:38 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 4:25 pm
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I once had a paranormal experience. It was scary !
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Many, many ago, on a hot summer's night (when my wife and I were still together), I was sleeping soundly in our bed, next to her - dreaming. It was around midnight (I presume, as that is when ghosts normally appear) , when I was awakened by an aberration . It formed a ghostly shadow, under those dimly lit, white sheets, and that aberration , was sucking on my dick . I froze... in excited fear.

I was astonished, when I realized (after apprehensively lifting the sheets), that what I thought was a ghost, was actually my wife ! It was a spectral event, that left me shaking, quivering and (not to mention), quite aroused.

She had rarely, been down there and she had startled me - to say the least. Evidently, my wife had been having a dream of her own.

"So, what's happening, dear ? What's going on?", I asked.

She confessed to me, that she had had a nightmare, where she was choking on a 'foot long' hot dog, while at a baseball game.

" going for a glass of water." I declared, as I tried to focus in that dimness. She quickly wiped her smeared wet lips with the back of her hand.

Composing myself after that scare, I got up, walked to the kitchen, and poured myself an ice, cold, glass of water. She was already asleep and snoring, when I crawled gingerly, back into bed.

©October 2018 Paul P.
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Have you ever been with a lover who did not enjoy oral sex?

Is that a deal breaker?

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Submitted to the 'Virtual Symposium no 46 #46 October Paranormal LINK

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Her Handcuffs Were Ready
Posted:Sep 27, 2018 12:05 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 4:22 pm
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'Luck' is a fickle lady, who dishes the good, and the bad, with (some might say), impartial equilibrium.
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He was driving into the parking lot of one of those large 'hardware stores', when he heard the familiar, yet panic inducing, twin siren blasts, from a police car, which had pulled up - right behind him. He stopped his car, lowered his windows, and turned off the engine. He adjusted his tie and looked into his rearview mirror, as the attractive blond, pony tailed, female officer, opened her door, and strutted over. 'Oh... My... Gosh.', he thought to himself.

He considered what problems there could be, however, nothing came to mind. Casually, the blue eyed, beauty with the big badge, and bulging gun belt, leaned toward his window.

"Did you know that you were driving with your right rear passenger door slightly open?"

And she was right ! He should have noticed the lights on his dash, but, the brilliant yellow glare from the setting sun, had been blinding him.

"Thanks. I hadn't noticed. Thank you... very much ! ", he stammered nervously.

She tipped her hat, nodded, and slowly walked back to her blue and white cruiser.

Relieved, he opened his door, walked to the back of his car and opened up the right rear passenger door. fell, the full beer can he'd just been drinking, and a plastic bag containing another five empty cans. They clanged to the ground.

The cheerful blond officer, was just reaching her door, when she turned around. Her view of the trash and the beer can, was blocked, but she'd heard the clatter.

"You'd better pick that stuff up, or I'll have to give you a citation for littering."

She laughed and adjusted her gun belt then slipped into her driver's seat, started her engine and veered right. She stopped a hundred yards (or so) away, in that half empty parking lot, and... well, she continued to do - whatever police do when they're not chasing 'bad guys'.

He quickly picked up the dripping beer can, threw the plastic bag of empties in the back seat, slammed the rear passenger door, then scurried to his side of the car, and ducked in behind the steering wheel. He looked around furtively. 'Ooooo... That was close.', he thought to himself as he lowered his head and took a large sip of the (still chilled) beer.

He started his engine and adjusted his mirror, when suddenly, he heard the aganizingly loud and painful sound of - screeching brakes and metal, crunching metal. His car shook violently. He looked up to see that he'd just been 'rear ended', by one of those monster S.U.V. s. The police car parked in the distance flashed it's lights, 'beeped' it's siren twice and slowly, approached his crash site.

"Oh great ! This is just fucking great !", he exclaimed.

He looked at the beer he grasped in his hand, and wondered where he might hide it. At that moment, the driver of that S.U.V. stumbled of his truck and staggered toward his open window.

"Hey buddy. really sorry man. I didn't notice you were stopped. Yeah... I didn't notice... ."

'Holy shit ! This guy is drunk as a skunk.', he realized. He very gently, placed his beer can, his seat, popped a mint gum into his mouth and confidently stepped out of his car, to greet the approaching police car. A large smile gradually beamed across his .


©September 2018 Paul P.
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So...

Do you consider yourself lucky?

Have you (or someone you know), ever been able to talk your way of a 'situation', with any type of authorities; police, airport, border, principal, crossing guard, etc... ?


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Lady Luck... is a fickle friend . She has worked her magic for on many occasions, and yet other times - she has barely known my name. . .
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Fellatio Fun and the City Bus
Posted:Sep 26, 2018 12:11 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 4:20 pm
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Lynn was always getting us into trouble...
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I tried to push Lynn's hands off my lap, as I steered the car into the far right lane. She laughed and continued to grasp the zipper on my pants. We had just pulled off the highway and we were approaching city traffic.

"Lynn ! Seriously... trying to drive. Come on honey. We'll be home soon."

"I don't care Paul. Move your hands of the way. I want you... now ! ", she giggled back as she grabbed my shaft through my pants .

I struggled against her, but as I neared traffic I needed both hands on the wheel. I was loosing the battle. Lynn was a small woman , but powerful.

"People will see you Dear." , I desperately pleaded.

"Nobody will see anything, Paul. Don't worry."

I looked at her lustful, happy smiley , and her twinkling blue green eyes - and with that, I gave up. Her hands deftly unzipped and yanked my chubby friend . We'd been playing this game , for over miles now and I knew that I would eventually loose - or win, depending on how you looked at things.

When Lynn finally lowered her head onto my hard phallus and placed her , wet mouth over my glans, I thought I would explode right then. Moving skillfully with the experience of a seasoned girlfriend, who knew EXACTLY how to get her boyfriend off, she raised and lowered her mouth with precisioned economy. She moved... agonizingly... teasingly... slowly. that , I would in mere minutes. It was then, that we approached the red traffic light and the Transit Bus - waiting at that light.

"Lynn ! Lynn ! Stop! We're at a light. There's a city bus right next to us."

I tried to lift her mouth off me but she gripped me with, even tighter, suction cup strength . My throbbing organ was firmly held between her lips, when I slowed to a stop, next to that bus. The first person to notice anything, was the bus driver, who turned his head left, looked down at us and did a double take. He smiled at me, as Lynn's head bobbed rhythmically - up, and down.

The middle aged women seated in the bench seat (directly behind the driver), then began smiling and pointing. Lastly, the men in the second row, were soon avid voyeurs, as well. My head and body were tingling as Lynn expertly brought me closer and closer to an orgasm, as she gently caressed my twitching member with her lips and tongue. I turned to the right again, and to my horror, noticed that quite a few more people in that bus, were now crowded up front, along side those first two rows of seats. They all seemed to be enjoying the erotic, uninhibited public spectacle Lynn and I were providing.

Finally, the light changed and I sped off. Halfway to the next intersection, I came in an explosion of body jolting convulsions and brain numbing bliss, that almost threw us into the sidewalk (and a telephone pole), as our car swerved. While my throbbing dick recovered, Lynn lifted her head, beamed lovingly, and kissed me. I tasted my own sweet saltiness, on her tongue.

'Hmm.. ' I smiled to myself. 'So that's , why they love it so much.'

"Hey !", Lynn chirped, pointing to the right. "There's a Mickey Dee's over there. Let's pull in and get some lunch!"

"I thought you just had some lunch ."

Lynn looked at me and laughed, and then poked me sharply in the ribs. I slowly turned into the drive-thru and as I did, that city bus drove by. The bus driver, and a few other passengers, happily waved to us. Lynn and I waved back.

©September 2018 Paul P.
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So...
Have you, or anyone you know ever done naughty things in a car or any other type of vehicle - like a boat, plane, train, bus, or submarine ?

Have you ever teased your lover in public places?

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Happy National Pancake Day and National Woman's Health and Fitness Day. Make a lady sweat today ! Ladies... go ahead and sweat ! It's your day ! . .
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Sex - In 80 Words
Posted:Sep 25, 2018 12:16 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 3:48 pm
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They were each told, that they could use only 80 words, to describe their intimate evening together. This is what they said...
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SHE Said :

I held his twitching member gently in my hands as he kneeled in front of me. I could feel his precum as it smeared my fingers with it's stain. I wanted him to enter my wet, tingling , womanhood . I wanted his ecstasy to meet mine. I slowly, parted my legs to reveal my sweet, pulsing, womanly treasure. While holding his throbbing, swollen manhood , I guided him into my , languid darkness . A darkness that I craved he would explore !
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HE Said :

I was kneeling in front of her impatiently, when she finally, grabbed my rock hard cock in her hands. My dick head was dripping and I was ready to fuck her pussy. When she spread her legs wide open and I saw her wet cunt , I knew it was time to fuck. She grabbed my cock with her hands and aimed my dick into her hole. I knew she wanted it bad. I was ready to fuck her hard !
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So...

Eighty (80) words each; two different passions expressed.
- Can you relate to both points of view? What do you think?

- Are men and women really that different when it comes to sex? Or is it about passion and lust, and how men and women express it differently?

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The marina was cold and bleek and windy today... Just the way I like it. I sat in my car, sipping my coffee and looking at the amazing 'Harvest Moon'. . .
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