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Posted:Jan 27, 2018 3:33 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2019 7:41 am

and with that, the closing door leaves the relatively quiet calm of a frigid Ohio December morning behind and is quickly replaced with a multi-pronged sensory attack.
From here, the sounds, best described as morning madness, are familiar but require a moment to compartmentalize. Orders being taken, conversations had about weather & the holidays, the whirring and grinding of the different machines. Second, but not by much however, are the smells…
”Mmm, God I love how it smells here!” feeling the corners of my mouth drawing up into a slight smile.
From sweet bakery, to salty ham and bacon based breakfast sandwiches to the freshly ground and then brewed coffees.
Slipping from my comfy warm Uggs, the floor is cold under my feet as I grab for my flats. As they dropped to the floor, once again I spread my toes with a little wiggle, the bright light catching the high gloss shellac I paid extra for.
“Damn, she was right…this dark cranberry red does look good against the contrast of my pale white skin.”
I am suddenly more convinced that the higher price and extra tip was well worth it as I slip into my shoes. Slowly and purposely I stretch, arms extended up, long deep breaths; adjusting my pony, smiling as I think back to…
WHAM… the hit comes unannounced from behind, arms squeezing tight around my midsection, but why do they have a pillow between? It takes but a second, and I realize that Samantha is my accoster. Her more than ample 36Cs pressing into my back.
“Hey girl, how are you?” She laughs as she can tell she definitely managed to catch me off guard. Just as I catch my breath, I am once startled as her grip around my waist is replaced by reaching up and squeezing my breasts!
“So, how are the girls? Damn, I think they’re getting bigger? OMG, THOs…you got THOs…!!!”
“What…? What are you even talking about?”
“THOs - titty hard ons… your nipples are hard, and you could probs cut glass with them!?!?!”
“What in the actual Hell is wrong with you?” Taking a finger and twisting, she immediately lets go and I complete the move by grabbing her hand, twisting under and pushing up so her hand is now inverted as her fingers are painfully, and unnaturally, pointing at her elbow. She gives a slight shriek, satisfied I let go. As she spins around we embrace in a more formal hug exchanged by most cousins. Yep, Sam’s my cousin and we work together at the coffee shop.
“Jules…so…tell me, how’s it going?”
“Good, everything’s great, you?”
“Look here, don’t be an ass…you owe me details. I haven’t seen you in three days and I get ‘good’?? Wrong answer, we are still doing drinks tonight, right? Or are you blowing me off again, so you can blow dude again?”
Her sentence trails off just as Thom passes through. He looks judgingly at the two of us. Without a word, Sam points at me and shrugs to him.
“Seriously, what is wrong with you?” I ask, returning to fix my pony. Heading back to the floor she reminds me of our plans,
“Tonight, 8pm, the Olive…see you there slutbunny”.
“God, she needs help” I think to myself as I finish straightening myself.
Before heading out to the counter, I run a hand over my shirt, THOs, I guess I do have them…smiling, I think back to just a…
“Jules can you grab two things of creamer on your way out here, thanks…!!!” The thought dissipates and I’m off.
Hitting the floor, a quick scan reveals all the regulars, as I grab the cream, from a distance comes…
”There’s Ms. Julie!!” Without turning I know in an instant that it is the Patterson’s, specifically Jim. As I turn, as per usual he is accompanied by Mrs.P, Jill. A cute couple, mid 50s, very outgoing and known to tip generously. They're standing at the open end of the counter. Rushing over, dropping off the creamers in stride, I'm greeted by Mrs. Patterson with a hug. Moving on to Jim, his hugs are usually stronger and linger for a slight moment, nothing inappropriate mind you. Just something you might more accustomed to with a close relative you haven't seen in a while. As we pull in tight, something is different, but also strangely familiar. Then it hits me...
"Did someone get new cologne!?!?"
"Aha, yeah...Jill's idea. She said she was tired of my Old Spice day after day".
Taking over Jill says "It's by Tom Ford, it's called..."
"Tobacco Vanille" we both exclaim simultaneously.
"So, you know of it?'' she inquires. "Yeah, kinda...'' my smile growing "it's my new fave''. As I finish my sentence and Mrs. Patterson continues on.
"If he knew what I paid for it..." I don't quite catch the end of her sentence as Jim's cologne has not only sent my olfactory senses into overdrive, but I now find myself thinking back to just a few hours earlier...
"I hear the weather is going to get very, very cold soon." Jill has moved on, but so have I, and this time the resolve of my recall stands firm.
For the third time in as many days I find myself snuggled comfortably in the early morning hours. I have the collar of the oversized t-shirt I'm wearing pulled up over the bridge of my nose taking in the wonderful smell of fresh Carolina tobacco and sweet vanilla from Madagascar.
Laying on my side, I am suddenly aware of his hand on my hip, without acknowledging him, I continue to lay still. His hand then moves under the cover and begins to slowly draw up the length of his shirt that I am wearing. At the end of the shirt he slips his hand under it. It's warm against my hip and feels good. Slowly running it over my hip to my stomach, it lingers there for a moment. Involuntarily, my stomach contracts and flinches several times. Similar to, when as , going over a country road hill at decent speed. Smiling, I think to myself ,"OMG, did he just feel that too?"
Moving slowly upward, lightly brushing past my breast, his hand holds my face as he leans in...
"Jules why don't you just stay?"
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Matters of SIZE, and other Fun Facets of Phallus Fact, Fantasy & Fallacy
Posted:Aug 9, 2017 9:55 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2019 7:42 am
Barely a day goes by that my inbox (no, that is not innuendo, I really mean my ACTUAL messaging inbox) isn’t filled with all types of request, declarations of love, invitations to decadent adventure, myriads of dick pics, etc. However, the overwhelming theme of received messages revolves around SIZE… ‘do you like big ones?’, ‘mine is huge!’, ‘have you ever had one too big?’, ‘how do you treat guys with small ones?’, etc…

Ahhh, yes…the age-old question, does size matter? WELL, DUH…OF COURSE IT DOES…!!! (and, well…no it doesn’t)

It matters because guys have made it an ever-present topic on a daily basis. I can honestly say that after having been out with someone the previous night, the first thing I am asked by friends of mine is never ‘does he have a huge cock?’ No, they’re more interested in things like… ‘What do you think is he really single like he says he is?’ (Always a top subject). Or, other things about him like his personality, manners, job, car, wealth…stunning, I KNOW RIGHT…!!! It’s true though, we speak of things unrelate to what might be flopping around in your pants. That’s not to say that we NEVER talk about it, but it will come up in different ways… ‘Did you guys do it?’, ‘How was it?’, ‘Is he good?’ And, yes, all those things will likely be addressed in great detail at times, but there are two very distinct scenarios that size will usually be discussed out-rightly and quite frankly.

Number one, the guy in question has been gifted, that literally on the day he was born the gods reached down and turned his penis into a masterpiece, a phallic thunderbolt capable of causing intense pleasure the likes before not yet experienced. Number two, he’s a douche that has lied about how big it is to this point and now the jig is up. Please know, that there is always room for ‘creative license’ when talking up one’s game. Everybody does it, it’s expected. But, c’mon…do you really think that we don’t know the difference between five and seven or eight inches…even in the dark, lol. We will absolutely go straight to the jugular when guys over exaggerate their ‘embarrassment of riches’.

So, now…does size truly matter? There are some out there who want / need the biggest, thickest a guy has to offer. However, many to most will say that avg to slightly above avg is plenty for them. Me personally, my inbox (yes, this time it is innuendo…) seems to have been made for ‘deep space exploration’. That is not to say that gargantuan members are a must for my satisfaction, but I am prepared for when they are presented before me. I have seen lots of guys of every shape, size, color, cut, etc. and would like to think that I have enjoyed each equally. However, there that’s just not always true. At times, with certain sizes, one might have to ‘work’ a bit harder to experience the same enjoyment received from other more endowed participants. And, that’s ok, because often times getting there is the best part, no matter how you got there or how long it took.

OK… a lot of you want to know my personal experiences, stories, etc. Without turning this into Penthouse Forum I will share some of my experiences based on FAQ by you guys.

1. How big was the biggest? Lengthwise, a solid 9.25in. I know this because the gentleman attached to it was incredibly proud and basically insisted upon my measuring it. However, he was not the largest girth I have experienced…thank god!
2. How small was the smallest? There is a photo of a guy just over 4in in my gallery, believe it or not, there has been one smaller in my presence. And, unfortunately, he also had the distinction of having the smallest girth as well. Although I will say my experience with smaller guys is similar to the theory attributed to heavier girls…they are ok with their shortcomings, and they simply try harder. Some well hung guys can be lazy fucks and that can be annoying and is def very unsexy.
3. Is it painful with a hung guy? It can be, yes… but time, lube, patience, a considerate partner all go a long way to making it work. Also, BREATHE….breathing is so important. A lot of times, people will want to take and hold a deep breath just before…NO BUENO, muscles contract when you breath in, you want that deep breath just before and then slowly exhale during insertion, because while you are exhaling and you are experiencing being stretched…you get the idea, no Penthouse Forum here today, lol.
4. Do you do black, and is it true about their size? My experiences do involve both white and black guys. Let me start by saying that there are plenty of hung white & black guys, just as there are smaller white and black guys. Taking out the high and low end…it does so happen that the largest was a black guy and the smallest was a white guy, based on solely my experiences, I would say that black guys are typically slightly bigger than white guys. That doesn’t mean that every black guy is lugging around a magnificient mahogany monolith and white guys have these cute little pink dicklets. It just seems that more black guys are slightly above avg, and most white guys are about avg.

There you have it, some of your size and penis-based inquiries answered. There is plenty more, and I could go on, but I’m sure you have all had enough. These are strictly my observations, experiences and opinions. Others may have differing data and would love to hear your thoughts and comments below.

Thanks for reading, talk soon
Love Jules
Who doesn't love a girl who is packing...
Posted:Mar 5, 2017 12:50 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2018 8:40 am
Concealed carry…? You bet your ass!!

We live in a crazy world and everyone should be able to protect & defend themselves. But, not everyone thinks they have what it takes to be comfortable with firearms. I was 8yo when I pulled a trigger for the first time. I don’t even recall what it was that I was firing, and although the kickback nearly jettisoned it from my hands, the feeling was exhilarating. I was more than excited and couldn’t wait to do it again. Each time, a little less fearful and more confident. Working on, and finding a stance that felt comfortable…elbows locked to negate the powerful recoil. I was becoming increasingly more comfortable with a gun in my hand than being in my own skin (but, that is an entirely different subject, lol). All the women in my family are ‘gun friendly’…my mom, aunts, cousins, etc. My grandfather & uncle are the ‘gun nuts’ and thought learning how to shoot was the next practical step after walking.

No doubt it is a scary proposition to draw and possibly shoot another person. But, anymore, it is something that everyone should consider. Especially with the increasing amount of independent, free-thinking women and transgender women in our world that must deal with continued ‘third class citizen’ thinking (also, a subject for future consideration) and are susceptible to men who prey on what they believe are the weak. I have never had to draw on someone before, although a few times I have ‘shown’ just where I stand during situations that had escalated to a physical nature. Only one of those instances were directly related to me, the others were with other, at the time non-carry friends. All of which now carry.

I am a staunch advocate for all women & transgender to carry. As we move forward in an ever increasingly progressive world, somehow the need to protect one’s self is also ever increasing.

To this day, having my hands wrapped around a strong, heavy piece…knowing that I am in control of it, that my hands will determine if, and when, it will fire off is still totally exhilarating. And…yes, I’m still speaking about guns, although it does make me think of something else (but again, that is material for another day!!)

Hoping you have a firm but relaxed grip, and when you're ready, take a deep breath & keep squeezing until you are totally and completely empty.

How much have you swallowed...?
Posted:Mar 1, 2017 3:53 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2018 8:40 am
“How many guys have you sucked & how much CUM have you swallowed” are questions I get almost daily, in e-mail and on just about every site I am on. In fact, I just got that same question three times already today! I never really thought about it until recently. So, I was thinking I might try and figure it out for those that are curious (including myself, lol). I’m currently 24, and gave head for the first time when I was 17. Meaning that I have 6.5-6.75 years of experience.

For my calculations, I will use the information I got from numerous sites when I Google’d “average volume of male ejaculate”. The various sites say that the average amount of CUM a guy spurts out is about one – one and a half (1-1.5) teaspoon, so I will use 1.25tsp, even though many of the guys I have been with, including three long-term relationships (approx. 1+yrs), could easily produce twice that!

I figure I would suck and swallow my boyfriends’ about 2-3 times a week during those relationships. I can say that in total, those three relationships lasted about 3.5 years. So, 3.5 years times 52 weeks a year times an avg of 2.5 times a week at 1.25 tsp a shot equals 569 teaspoons, or almost 0.75 gallons of CUM.

I have also sucked and swallowed other men during my approx. three years sexual activity, many of them multiple times. I would say I averaged 2 guys a week (sometimes more, sometimes less), but to be conservative and average it out, I’ll say it’s 1.75 loads a week from other men. So…3 years times 52 weeks times 1.75 loads times 1.25tsp equals 341 teaspoons or 0.44 gallons of CUM

All together, I have swallowed approximately 728 loads of CUM at 1.25 teaspoon each or 1.19 Gallons of CUM!

Before you ask, I did not figure any of my own that I have consumed over the years.

See, who says math isn’t fun!!

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