Aug 262008

An exhibitionist, a horny photographer and a new camera – dangerous!

A date and I took my camera for a trip to the park on Saturday night. After I got half nekkid, I offered to take care of his growing problem. There’s a few pictures of that but I don’t think I dare post them ;)

heh, pose looks funny but my head was thrown back with the giggle-fits

Sunday my partner and I tested it out in the shower. The lens on this camera got steamed up whereas my old one didn’t for some reason, but I think that just led to some interesting photos. Don’t ya think? More have been emailed to Vixen for Tits For Troops! The other “color accent” red bra pic will be posted for next week’s HNT. This week are the final Scrabble pics!

I’m in the process of moving out of my first apartment here at Blogger/Blogspot, and have purchased my own domain name. As soon as I figure all this crap out (CSS? Wha??) I’ll direct you all to my new digs.

Lastly…I’ve lost one of my boys. “T”. I received a bizarre email in the middle of the night from him. Not his usual greeting, signed his real first name…
Titled “Gone”, and indeed he is. No explanation, I couldn’t even ask why as his email account was deleted. I’m sad, I’m going to miss him. He’s one of very few guys who’ve seen it all – all my pics, a few video clips, webcam (when I owned a working one), phone….and he loved every bit I had to offer. I loved talking with him online. Oh how I loved his voice. A few short video clips and my chat logs are really all I have left of him now.

T….if you read this…I’m going to miss you. I hope all is alright, and if you can, please just let me know what happened.

Aug 102008

There’s a park I like to go to. It’s usually not very occupied, allowing me a better comfort level of just being somewhere alone.
And affords the luxury of being naughty, as well, if I feel the urge.

I have a spot I go to – full, lush well-kept grass with a few benches near the walkway. Little bit back there’s a picnic table I can toss my stuff on, or sit at if the ground becomes too unrelenting. If I feel naughty, I can move my blanket back behind the picnic table and I go unnoticed to most people walking.

The day in question I went to the park with a purpose. I wore a skirt – left the panties in the car. My top was of the faux-wrap style (meaning, for the men here, that the top portion is styled to look the way a robe would look – one side of fabric “wrapped” over the other. Quite honestly…unless I tack some of these tops closed with a stitch or two, they can gape and show a whole breast if I’m not careful.) and I removed my bra in the car as well. I had two books – one was the actual fiction I was currently engrossed in, the other was one of my short-story erotic anthology books. I had everything needed to relax for a good hour or two. And, oh yes, a discreet bullet vibe. What, you didn’t expect me to be without one now did you?

I laid down on my blanket on my stomach, facing the walkway. I’m about oh….I’m terrible at judging distance…15 feet back from the walkway? 20? At first I’m all alone. I lay there reading – my cleavage is exposed as my shirt gapes open a bit, my legs bent with my feet curled towards my ass. After a little while I notice this man sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the walkway, facing me. He is smoking, and reading a small thin paperback. I think I’ve seen him here before. Very dark hair. A little bit older than me. Handsome. Bad-boy aura about him. Hmmmm….

I slowly and casually let one hand drift underneath the fabric of my shirt, brush over a hardening nipple, and arrange things so that I’m showing off even more of my breasts. I go back to reading and out of the corner of my eye I think I see him staring at me. As I glance up, though, he is reading. I change positions, rolling over to lay on my back. My head still closer to the walkway but if I turn my head to the side I can see him perfectly. He can see now a great view down my shirt which is gaping more as my breasts fall towards my collarbone. He can see my legs which are bent up a bit and I’ve let my skirt slide down, exposing more leg. I glance over and catch him watching me for a split second. I smile to myself. Game on.

I read, and slowly my hand toys with fabric here and there – exposing, covering up. Trailing over my skin. I see him shift on the bench a few times. Lowers his book to his lap and reads from a bit of a distance. Oh gee, I wonder why? In the guise of getting out from the sun I move my blanket back towards that picnic table more. Not behind it but beside it, and I’m in the shade. I resume my position. This time, my hand trails down my thigh and my legs part a bit. I idly run a finger up and down my wet slit. I see movement and I freeze. He got up and moved to a closer bench. He has abandoned his book; he is sitting there casually smoking, eyes narrowed and now staring blatantly at me with one hand on the bulge in his pants. Cocky fucker.

I stared him right back and smiled slightly. I sat up for a moment and slyly pulled out my bullet vibe. As I looked over my shoulder in one direction scanning for people, I noticed him doing the same. All clear. Books are forgotten. As I press the vibrating bullet to my clit I slip a hand under my shirt and pinch a nipple. When I pull away my breast is left almost completely exposed. I close my eyes, and lose myself for a minute in the exquisite vibrations. I sense a change in the air around me and look up to see him walking towards me. He walks past me and sits on the picnic table bench, facing the table and me. He can see my exposed cunt. He is close enough to smell my arousal. His cock is now in his hand and he is staring at my fingers and the vibe, just watching intently.

After a few minutes I get up and sit beside him on the bench, but I am facing away from the table, towards the woods. I stare into his eyes for a moment and then watch him stroke. He trails his other hand first up to my shoulder and then down to my collarbone, and then lightly caressing and teasing my breast, nipple. He pushes the fabric aside more. Leaves me exposed. His hand falls to my lap. Pulls my skirt to reveal my cunt to broad daylight. Slips a finger around in my slutty wetness, easily slides one into my slit, and oh-so-briefly penetrates me. He gets up from the bench and stands in front of me. Back about 4 feet, watching my bullet being massaged over my clit, seeing how wet I am. Stroking. I am mesmerized. I barely notice as he slowly moves forward. Closer. He’s almost between my legs now .That beautiful cock about a foot away from my face. He whispers Cum…cum for me. With me. His breathing is ragged, I know he’s close. I turn the bullet up to high speed and my eyelids flutter closed, my head leans back and my mouth opens a bit. He whispers to me again to cum for him. I hold my breath for a few seconds as I feel the wave of oncoming orgasm and then I moan as loudly as I dare. As I cum, he does too. It squirts on my chest, hot drops on my lips.

He smirks and rubs his thumb over the cum on my lips and shoves it in my mouth. I stare at him and suck it clean as I hear two people quietly chatting as they walk by us on the walkway.

Answer me, do you remember this?
Our first…..seems so long ago...

Aug 012008

Part 2 – I am unsure if this is the end, or if I might continue. After all, this is only our heroine’s first weekend at the apartment. Part 1 is here.

I felt like a wild animal the next day, pacing. Waiting. Watching. It was an overcast day – windy, slightly cool – weather that begged for the windows to be open during the day. When I realized that my eyesight did not rival that of a hawk’s, I pulled out my camera.

No, stop that. Not to take pictures but to merely view through the zoom lens; it was in lieu of binoculars. I sat back a bit from the window, I didn’t want anyone to see the camera and freak out. Although the site of a naked woman aiming a large camera at your window might seem less intimidating than a man doing the same. I didn’t really expect to see much during the day. I just wanted to look, to peek, to pry. Bits of everyday life floated in front of me. Nothing titillating.

As it became dark out, I was on the prowl even more. I kept the apartment dark and the blinds all open, hoping to see something later. I ate; I showered; I read – all with lights at a minimum. Later that night, I caught site of the guy directly across from me. At first he was wearing a towel, his hair wet from the shower. Soon the towel came off; he was comfortable being nude for no apparent reason. When he sat down on his couch and aimed the remote at his tv, I became bored. A few minutes later I glanced up again to see that perhaps the tv wasn’t boring, after all – he was idly stroking his hard cock. I just watched, enthralled, for a good few minutes. It is one thing for a lover to perform for you – something totally different to spy on someone ‘s private time when they think they are alone. Alone and uninhibited.

I quietly dragged a chair over to the open window. I didn’t want to close it, that action might catch his eye. I brought my heels up to rest on the windowsill; naked except for the darkness cloaking me. I ran my hands over my lips, my breasts, my belly, my cunt, as idly as he was touching himself. When he began to get more into himself, I allowed concentration as well. My fingers firmly on auto-pilot working my soaking wet cunt, circling my clit; my other hand on my breast. Suddenly he reached over and shut off his lamp. Then the tv, and it was dark in his apartment. I was so disappointed. Then I was scared. He came to his window and opened it. My heart was racing; he couldn’t see anything….right?

Wrong. That was obvious to me because of how much I could see of him as he stood as close to the window as I was, in my seat. The city lights illuminated us in bright patches and dark shadows. He could see me. I was wide open and exposed. I froze until he smiled, slightly, and started pumping his cock harder than before. He intended to cum for me. Well the least I could do is return the favor. I reached for my little clit vibe and just tucked it under my leg, to use when I could sense he was close to orgasm, to ensure we would come together. My eyes didn’t leave his body; my hands roamed and rubbed of their own accord as I stared intently at him. Amazed by the sight of his cock in his hand; curious about the expressions on his face. I saw his chest rise and fall with his deep breathing. My own was labored as well, my body flushed from pleasure and the rush of the risk.

His free hand reached out and gripped the edge of the window frame and he groaned a little – I took my cue to reach for my vibe and I pressed it hard to my clit. He was staring at my cunt and then suddenly looked right into my eyes. I could not hold back my moans as I felt the first tingle course through my body. As my cunt began to pulse and gush I heard him come and watched as his body convulsed a bit and his cock twitched its final release. We stared at each other and just grinned for a few seconds before backing away from the windows. I collapsed on the couch, trying to regain my control and let it sink in what I had just witnessed, what I had just done.

Jul 212008

Part 2 in the continuation of The Hotel, co-authored with Jack of RoughWords. POV changes with the author changes, as noted by the different font. In Part 1, Jack and Lilly meet after he “rescues” her. Her repayment leads her down a path she didn’t expect…
Continuation from here

By Jack and Lilly


We left off in Part 1:

I turned back around and ignored our little audience of one; I was too far gone to give a shit. It only made me hungrier. Jack slid the card into the door and unlocked while I remained standing the hallway and facing the wall trying so hard to regain a little composure.

He grabbed the silky restraint he fashioned and literally jerked me into the room, backwards, while I stared at the lurker with passion-glazed eyes. Jack didn’t close the door all the way. Neither did I, I didn’t care at that point; I simply needed to be consumed. I needed a witness to my consumption.

I beckoned the lurker to watch with a half-cocked smirk under hooded eyes. Jack whipped me around and threw me on the bed face first, exposed ass in the air towards the door.

He paused. I could feel the gazes of both Jack and the lurker searing into my skin. The waiting, the knowing and yet not knowing, all collided and drove my desire through the roof. Surely they could tell how aroused I was. My instinct said to run from this but I wanted it so badly. He slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt, pausing every now and then to slowly run a finger over my ass. The moment I felt myself relax somewhat suddenly I saw his arm move and…


A smack on her ass and then another. A snaking finger finding her wet cunt and pushing deep into it. I liked making her squirm and moan. Her dress looked good pulled up and pushed over her back. I wanted to pull out my cock and push it right into her inviting wetness as her ass pushed back against my hand wanting more fingers and more stimulation, but there was so much I wanted to do first.

I pulled off her frilly panties. Her arms were still tied behind her back with my thick red tie. I sat her up and slipped my hands around her feeling the softness of her breasts.

“Damn I’ve wanted to feel these ever since the first time I saw you.”

My hands went to her back and I unzipped her dress, then fingering the clasp to her bra I opened it. Untying her hands I pulled her dress off, then her bra, pulling off her shoes and leaving her in nothing but her thigh high stockings. Then I guided her to her knees.


I had never felt more alive, truth be told. My mind was racing with jumbled and conflicting thoughts; my brain and my cunt in a war against each other. While the flush of embarrassment spread over my chest and face, my cunt throbbed and ached, dripping with my desire. Fear and desire in my eyes at once told our lurker to cautiously enter but stay his distance…..for now.


The door clicked closed and I saw the guy from the room across the hall standing there leaning against the door. He said nothing and didn’t meet my eyes. He was watching her and she squirmed and blushed at his gaze.

I ran my fingers through the thickness of her hair and pulled slowly and firmly. She winced beautifully and her hands came up and started undoing my belt. She fumbled a little with my dress pants but finally got them open and then she pulled out my hard cock and just held it for a second.

“You should stand up and bend over. Give our guest a better view.”


“No I can’t”

I thought this but did not say it. Did my face betray my fear more or my desire? I glanced at the lurker and could easily see the outline of his hard cock straining against his pants. His arousal drove mine.

I wanted to please both our guest and Jack, so I complied. I rose to my feet and faced away from our guest, feet planted apart, bent at the waist until my lips met hard cock. I started slow- wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and licking, sucking just the head- then licking down the shaft and back up with another sloppy suck to the tip.


“Keep sucking, but reach behind you and pull apart your ass cheeks for our friend.”

She made a whimpering sound as she slipped the length of my cock into her hot mouth. She did it, balancing herself my holding on to me with one hand and reaching back and pulling one ass cheek apart. He studied every inch of her, but said nothing.

“God, keep sucking. You should finger yourself for us too. Show him how wet you are and how you like to finger fuck yourself.”

She let out a louder muffled cry, but I felt her shift and the guy’s eyes lit up as he watched her reach underneath herself and slipped her hand between her legs and spread the lips of her pussy for him. She was moaning more and more and my cock slipped out of her mouth.

“Don’t stop sucking. Come on, you have to put on a good show for both of us.”

I pulled her hair and pushed my cock back between her lips.

“You better get yourself nice and wet because I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you really hard. And if our friend wants he can maybe come a little closer and jerk off on your tits. Wouldn’t you like that?”

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and waited for her answer.


I could barely answer him, but managed to whisper:


My desire had overcome anything else and I cared for nothing other than pleasure and desire. Mine, his, and his. I wondered if Jack had a clue that although he was pushing me, none of this was yet any wilder than my fantasies. I crawled to the bed and laid on my back, at the edge. This allowed Jack to fuck me and the lurker to come to my side. I stared at the mystery man until he slowly came forward to stand by my head. I longed to touch him but I didn’t dare…..yet. I spread myself wide open for Jack. Slowly he touched me, fingered my clit; when I closed my eyes in pleasure he rammed his cock in my tight, wet cunt.

I had one cock slamming into me and another being stroked mere inches from my face. I reached up and touched his balls, grazed his thighs, finally pushing his hand out of the way to make room for mine. I pulled his cock to my mouth because I so badly needed something to suck
on. It didn’t take long for our lurker to pull quickly out of my mouth and cum all over my tits. The next thing I knew, Jack pulled out and was doing the same.

My chest, my stomach…. covered. Sticky. Warm. Deliciously messy. I trailed a finger through the mess, mixing the cum from both men before sliding the finger into my mouth and licking it clean. My eyes never left Jack’s face.

Soon I realized we were now alone, the lurker had silently left. I slowly turned over on the bed to my stomach and raised my ass up high, legs spread, glistening cunt revealed and just begging to be fucked again. Now, and for the rest of the night, I was his slut. His toy.

Jul 182008

Note: this is the story I told you about, co-authored with Jack of Roughwords. You will notice that the POV changes back and forth between us. We start out with Jack….

I was on a business trip, staying in a beautiful hotel and not expecting to do anything but go up to my room and go to sleep. Little did I know I would soon be fingering some incredible girl in the hallway, her big tits pressed against me and her sweet little mouth chirping moans into my ear as we waited to get caught.

We’d met in the elevator 15 minutes before. Some drunk guy was trying to kiss her and practically mauled her in the hallway; she looked over at me and mouthed “Help!”


Jerk. The “best man” just wouldn’t quit! Grabby hands trying to get me, rubbery lips trying to kiss me. I couldn’t take it anymore; I left the ballroom to seek an escape. Like an oasis there stood the Businessman. We locked eyes and I saw …..something….and I headed right for him with a desperate look in my eyes and said “Help!” silently.

As if I knew him, I strutted over to him and snaked my hands around his neck and whispered “Kiss me now, ask questions later”. Oh did he deliver. What other favors could I ask him for? The immediate sexual chemistry and tension between us made it almost obvious to the Best Man that he had groped the wrong girl. Businessman growled off a few menacing words accompanied by wandering hands which hammered the point home.

I followed Businessman into the elevator to thank him further. His eyes, his skilled lips and hands, that deep gravelly voice all just practically begged for some true showing of gratitude. I’m happy to oblige.

I held out my hand and purred “Thank you for all your help. My name is Lilly. You simply must let me thank you properly sometime.” Without words he pulled me to him and forcefully kissed me.


She let out a little yelp when I pushed her against the door of my suite. Her eyes moved back and forth checking the hallway in both directions for anyone approaching. I kissed her neck and made a fist in the fabric of her dress, slowly pulling it up until my fingers found the smoothness of her stockings and then the sweet feel of her skin just above where they ended.

She gasped when we heard the ding of the elevator. I moved my hand up until I felt heat and wet silk. Her lip trembled as we watched an older couple turn from the elevator without even seeing us and walk down the hallway in the opposite direction.

“Should I stop?” I growled into her ear. My fingers found the edge of her panties and I pushed them aside and twisted my finger into the soaking wetness of her. She shook her head and I sank one finger in.


There’s chemistry and then there’s spontaneous combustion. I had never felt an attraction so immediate, so strong. Our lips came together passionately once we were alone in the elevator; his hands exploring my body and capturing me against him. He pulled back and with one long look, said it all. I was a goner.

I knew what he had to offer, he knew what I would give. I tentatively hit the button for my floor, 4, but was locked in heated exploration and ignored the open doors when we arrived, forgoing it for his floor, 10.

He pinned me up against the wall outside his door and stared at me as if waiting for an answer. I grabbed his tie and brought him to me for another kiss. “What the fuck am I doing??” I wondered to myself as things quickly spiraled out of my control and into his.

I am exposed, we could get caught, please expose more, they’re going to see us!, touch me right there, smack me harder…..someone’s there. Fuck. Yes.


I turned her around to the wall and pulled her hands behind her. Taking off my tie I slipped it around her wrists and tied them together. I pulled up her skirt and hungrily grabbed the thickness of her ass.
“Damn, I wanted to fucking grab your ass since the minute I saw you.”

She said nothing, just panted and gasped for air.

I moved to the side and smacked her ass hard. The sound echoed down the hallway. I pulled her panties down and felt her naked skin, the spot where I spanked her already getting red. I spanked it again and the sound was even louder. I knew I couldn’t keep her out here for long; we would probably get thrown out of the hotel.

I kicked her legs apart and moved my finger down the crack of her ass. She was so wet that the minute my finger touched the lips of her cunt one of my fingers slipped right in. Her body tightened and she groaned.

I heard a latch, then the squeak of an old door opening. The door just opposite my door opened and I turned around to see a guy in his thirties who I recognized from one of my meetings. He was there for the same conference I was. He was looking right at me, my finger still in her.

I didn’t really meet his eyes. Lilly looked back when I stopped fingering her and her body became tense.


I turned back around and ignored our little audience of one; I was too far gone to give a shit. It only made me hungrier. Jack slid the card into the door and unlocked while I remained standing the hallway and facing the wall trying so hard to regain a little composure.

He grabbed the silky restraint he fashioned and literally jerked me into the room, backwards, while I stared at the lurker with passion-glazed eyes. Jack didn’t close the door all the way. Neither did I, I didn’t care at that point; I simply needed to be consumed. I needed a witness to my consumption.

I beckoned the lurker to watch with a half-cocked smirk under hooded eyes. Jack whipped me around and threw me on the bed face first, exposed ass in the air towards the door.

To be continued………part 2 will post on Monday

Jul 042008

I have a new potential partner-in-crime….as his situation is a bit delicate, I won’t use his real initial, but merely X. X is not single and really shouldn’t be playing with me, but he likes to play with fire. This delicate balance of fire and reality will be leading us to some rather interesting hook-ups, I’m sure.

The other day was a hell of a way to start things off. Mornings before work are easiest for him and we found a location that seemed foolproof. A very large office building that’s unoccupied, and has a very large parking lot. It’s near some retail places but at 7:30 in the morning it doesn’t affect us.

I show up dressed for work, in a low-cut v-neck top and a full soft knee-length skirt (no panties, of course). Within minutes we are locked in a heated kiss, him pressing into me with my back against his car. We are quickly lost in the kiss and each others’ touches as his hands slide over me in all the right ways. His hands in my hair, pulling firmly, with his lips trailing kisses down my neck and finally cleavage. It wasn’t enough. He unhooked my bra and pushed up both bra and shirt so that both breasts were on display for him to touch, kiss, suck. His teasing fingers trailed along my inner thighs before finally plunging into wet cunt.

While my hand was busy on his thick cock, he bent down to suck and kiss my nipple. There I am, pressed up against his car – my breasts exposed and his mouth on one; my head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed, I’m sure I was moaning; his hand had my skirt pushed up and his fingers buried in me; my hand was stroking his cock. I slowly open my eyes during this and over his head I see someone jogging. Just a guy out for his morning jog. Lucky guy got quite an eyeful – he could see everything. I waved a little and he just grinned at me. I told X “There’s someone here, a jogger”. Wow that boy shot straight up! He didn’t look around, but he stopped what he was doing. Poor thing was so embarassed. I don’t know why, it wasn’t his parts on display!

It took a minute for the jogger to go past us entirely. The moment he was (past us but not out of sight) I snapped X out of it by crouching down to take his cock in my mouth.

We didn’t have much time that morning for complete fun, but we both came from each others hand.

It is still my natural gut reaction when caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing, to immediately stop and cover it up. It’s not like the guy was a cop there to give us a warning or fine for indecent exposure ;) I need to learn to quell my natural reaction – I think I would have gotten off more, and I know the jogger would have enjoyed it, if I simply hadn’t said anything to X. As the day wore on I found myself wondering how often that jogger is there at that time of day. If he’s the only one we might see. And, if Jogger might be looking for us the next time he crests that hill, hoping to steal a few moments of spying before he lets himself be seen. Perhaps that is all wishful thinking on my part.

Or perhaps the next time he catches us, we won’t notice until it’s obviously too late to care, with my bare ass exposed and X fucking me doggy style out in the open. As I write this, and imagine possibilities while recalling the realities that occurred, my cunt is throbbing and wet….