May 162010
 

The party was winding down, and the previously half-lit rooms of the venue delved back into only barely-lit as it changed from the party back to just being a bar/restaurant. As I stood with friends I spied a couple making out like high school kids. I had chatted up the female half of the couple numerous times during the party and she was, indeed, cute and kissable. They weren’t hiding, but they were off in the corner with his back to the wall, in between a few small, short drink tables scattered about to look like a hip version of someone’s living room. They quite clearly were fully absorbed into their kissing and had no cares what was going on around them. Adding to the mix was that they were, to put it bluntly, drunk. Conversation around me continued and I occasionally joined in but I kept watching the couple. Mostly I was wondering if

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Dec 152009
 

I once had a lover who was a very wealthy man. The sort of showy wealth that would close down a restaurant with the flash of his cash just to have a private dinner. And he did just that, a few days before Christmas. This restaurant had once upon a time been an old mansion, but now converted to beautiful place of business in wealthy part of the city. In order to add on more dining room space, an all glass “sun room” had  been added on to the back of the house. This room of the restaurant offered a beautiful view of the surrounding area and some privacy from busy bustle of the main dining room. Despite the fact that he had cleared out the place for the night, no patrons save for ourselves, he wanted us to eat back there. I soon saw why. The glass ceiling was covered in white Christmas lights

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Nov 032009
 

When I’m driving long distances alone I either listen to music, or think. This trip I let my mind wander on its own. It took an old, familiar route that day – a route I try not to go down willingly anymore. But so be it. And the old, familiar throbbing and wetness between my legs followed quickly behind, enjoying this re-visit. I didn’t expect this, I tend not to of late. And so the trusty bullet vibrator that used to always have a home in my handbag was languishing in the toy drawer back at home. Little damn use to me, there, two hours away. Soon my lack of patience and my growing need dictated that my pulsing clit would not, could not be ignored. I glanced around at the easy traffic on the winding four-lane suburban highway as I undid my jeans. But soon my hand was tired from the combined efforts of

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Aug 252009
 

It is rare these days to be in a dressing room that has curtains instead of doors. At first this made me insecure and paranoid that I wouldn’t get it closed just so. The curtain was very heavy so luckily it would not get disturbed by a breeze created by someone else going past it in the hallway. It was a T-shaped section in the middle of the store. In the front of the T were a few chairs, a large mirror, and exit doorways on either side. Going down the length of a short hallway were the dressing rooms. I was in the very first room closest to the chairs and exit. I was surrounded by so many things in my little room, I just gathered up as much stuff in one run as possible. A few dresses, a few tops, a bunch of bras. After trying on the tops I found one I

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Aug 032009
 

Sunrise. Just barely. And I can’t sleep any more. No one else is awake. I don’t have much email to read. No new blog posts in my reader. Hmm. Well, I can go read I guess. I check the weather and it’s slightly warm so I decide to just throw on my long terrycloth robe. Nothing underneath. Why bother? Being as quiet as I can be I grab the most readily available book and head out into the rest of the apartment. First things first, I make myself a cup of coffee. I take note of the book I picked up….Hm. One of my erotica books I’m reviewing. Ah well, that’ll pass some time as good as any! As I gather up my things to head out to my balcony, I pause and think. Do I? What the hell. I grab my bullet vibrator, just in case. The view from our balcony is, well, not

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Jul 052009
 

I wasn’t there to meet him, or any guy really. Just meeting a girlfriend for drinks and gossip and sex talk. It might have been the “sex talk” part that got me into trouble. Her and I sat there and chatted over drinks for at least an hour. Our little table was quite close to the bar, so I gather the guys seated there might have caught some interesting little tidbits. I knew one or two were staring at me occasionally, but I wouldn’t acknowledge them. I did make sure that my cleavage spilling out of the neckline to my cute top was ample; I’m sure my tongue and lips idly played with the straws from my drinks. After three drinks, I really had to pee. As typical of most semi-crappy bars, the restrooms are stuck in a dark hallway. It was here that he cornered me after I exited the restroom. His rapid advancements

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