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Buried away in my blog list to the right, you may not even have noticed it. But once you're done here, give yourself a treat and stop by A Sexual Exhibitionist...

Why? Because here's a tiny sample of what you'll find when you get there....

When I take a cock past my throat muscles I know it sends him into total bliss and things always get a little more intense when I allow him to fuck my mouth. It frees up my hands to play with myself. Sometimes, if I'm not using one of my toys, I'll slide my finger up my pussy and masturbate while I give him head. When I get all revved up it's hard to slow me down, and I am more than happy to try to take a cock just as deep as I can. I really get into sucking on a cock and I love making a man cum. Mmm…..the feeling and taste of a guys thick meat throbbing inside my mouth as my tongue gets busy all over its shaft and tip is enough to get me wet. I love to drink cum and I love the taste of cum. I always notice how a cock will swell and pump inside my mouth as he shoots his heavy load. I'll keep it there as it throbs and continue sucking out every drop. I have no problem eagerly swallowing everything he can give. I love it when I'm tasting cum inside my mouth...Yummy! I explode with passion and I just want more. So many times I have immediately jumped off of a cock to suck it and lap up the few remaining drops of cum as I squeeze it out of the tip of his dick. I’m very talented and experienced in the ways of sucking. I feel it's the most powerful thing a woman can do for a man.

And the most powerful thing that a man can do for a woman!

I Kiss

I kiss your sweet lips
And breathe in your scent

I kiss your sweet breasts
And dream of your soul

I caress your soft flesh
And our hearts fuse as one

And then I kneel and I know your true beauty.

Freedom

Freedom is in safe hands. And they can dance as well!

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When I Grow Up

“When I grow up,” I once told my journal, “I want to be a hooker.”

I was a slow starter in the sex stakes. I realized very early on that a name like mine was worth its weight in gold when it came to attracting boys’ attention… that it was the nomenclatural equivalent of a pair of big tits. But I also knew that I wasn’t interested in boys. I wanted men and, quite frankly, I didn’t have a clue about how to get one. I certainly wasn’t going to start walking up to strangers and introducing myself, although, in my fantasies, I did it all the time – “hi,” I’d say. “I’m Jenny Swallows, and I do.” And I was fairly certain that I would. Swallow, that is. But I didn’t know for sure because I’d never had the chance.

So, I decided to become a hooker.

Looking back, I hadn’t really thought it through. How much would I charge? How would I find clients? And how would I weed out the icky guys, so that all my clients were the same handsome studs that gyrated through my imaginings? I didn’t know, so I didn’t worry about it. All that mattered to me was what happened once all that was taken care of…. And it went something like this.

He was usually tall, blonde and occasionally English. A businessman in town for a few days, and he’d got my name from a friend. We’d meet in the lobby of his hotel, a swish joint in Abilene, and he’d wine and dine me at the best restaurant in town. Then a cab back to the hotel, an elevator up to his suite, and that’s where it would start, with me dropping to my knees before him, and resting my cheek against the erection that our earlier conversation… as I outlined everything he would get for his money… would have set in motion.

He’d be torn between desire and embarrassment – what if the lift should stop, and someone should come in? “Well,” I’d reply, as I unzipped his pants, “they’d see what a handsome prick you have.” And it would be handsome, well-shaped and uncut, llong and thick but not so far that I wouldn’t be able to fit it in my mouth. I remembered watching a porn film once, where the guy was so huge that the girl could barely get the tip in her mouth without dislocating her jaw. I wanted to suck the whole thing.

“Not here,” he’d gasp.

“Well, where?” I’d reply, as I licked his shaft from balls to bell end, then ran my tongue around the crest.

“We’re almost at my floor.”

“I’m almost at the top,” I’d say, and I’d give his helmet a long, deep kiss. But he was right, we were almost at his floor, so I’d zip him back up and then patiently wait while he found his door key and let us into his suite. Candlelit, with champagne already on ice – you see, I told you I hadn’t thought any of this through properly. But it was my dream, so there it was, champagne and candles and a pair of pants that vanished the moment we got into the bedroom, and now there was nothing to stop me.

I push him back on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge for me to kneel between, my elbows resting on his thighs as his cock rises unaided towards me. I clutch it with two fingers, gently move it towards my mouth, and then I begin to suck.

And suck and suck and suck, until he is so close to coming that his entire body is in ecstatic spasm. Then I pause and wait for the moment to pass, allow him to gain control once again. And then I start once more.

I rarely wore a wrist watch, and there was no clock that I could see. So I don’t know how long it lasts for. But whatever he paid me, he’d get a minute for each dollar, and believe me, I wasn’t cheap. A two hour blowjob? Three hours? Four? I didn’t mind, and neither would he and when, at the end, I finally did let him come, it was like placing my mouth over the end of a hosepipe and then turning the water faucet on full. Except it wouldn’t be water, it was honey and liquor and candy and joy, and every drop tasted better than the one before.

And he’s paying me? Unbelievable!

I’d stay the night, or what was left of it regardless, and maybe we’d fuck or he’d eat me or whatever. But I’d have got what I came for, and the rest was just a bonus. Fuck, the cash was just a bonus. But I’d never heard of hookers who gave it out for free, so I didn’t let it bother me. Plus, it was better than working.

Peek-a-boo!

Typical Guys

TYPICAL GUYS
We’ve already established that some girls will, some girls won’t. And isn’t it fun to pretend to be the other one!

Promise me that you won’t cum in my mouth
Swear you’ll pull out in a hurry
Or shout out a warning when you feel the end dawning
It’s more fun if I don’t have to worry
I’ll start out real slow, tip my tongue in the hole
Trace it across all of your nerve-ends
I’ll blow on your moist skin, I’ll suck both your balls in
And let my teeth graze on your bell-end

I’ll suck on the pass where your balls meet your ass
I’ll give every pore my attention
I’ll lick up the vein – then I’ll do it again
There’s just one thing that I need to mention
Promise me that you won’t cum in my mouth
You might think it’s fun, but it isn’t
I know I won’t like it… one day I might try it
But right now I’d rather you didn’t

I’ll tug your skin tight, I’ll gnaw and I’ll bite
I’ll run my tongue over your glans
I’ll spit on the tip to make it feel slick
While I massage your balls with one hand
Then when I start to suck and your hips start to buck
I’ll take you so deep down within
When your pre-come starts flowing, I’ll just keep on going
But one thing before I begin

Promise me that you won’t cum in my mouth
Just pull out, and I really don’t care
If it splashes my face, you can shoot any place
I just don’t want you doing it there
Oh, your cock’s so delicious, it’s like all my Christmases
Wrapped up in one hard, sexy man
Fill my throat with your meat, push my head down to greet
It, and fuck my face hard as you can

Your balls whip my chin, there’s eight inches in
I greedily suck in my cheeks
You’re fucking my windpipe! (At least, that’s what it feels like)
And now you’re in there, you’re in there for keeps
Just promise me that you won’t cum in my mouth
I don’t want to swallow your ick
My friend said it’s nasty (she did it once, at a party)
The thought of it makes me feel sick

Your hips pump me fast, can’t believe that you’ve last-
ed this long! Are we welded together?
My head’s almost bursting with the force of your thrusting
And your cock’s feeling harder than ever!
Then I hear your voice crying! You whip out – cum’s flying
Slaps my cheek and chin, drips on my tits.
I can’t believe that you did that!
You just pulled out and jerked back!
WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SPOIL THE BEST BIT?

Computers Have An "Off" Button For A Reason

Some girls swallow...

“And some don’t.” I don’t think I’d ever seen Cassie look more flustered; we’d been sitting here for an hour, talking over everything that had happened with Brian, and still she was caught halfway between tears and temper, and the more I tried to reason with her, the more frustrated she became.

For the I-don-t-know-how-many times, I tried to reassure her. “He’s a guy. They like making lists. That’s why they’re so boring about baseball, they don’t talk about the game, they talk about the statistics. And that’s all this is.”

She looked at me as though I was simple or something, clenched her teeth and hissed through tight lips,

“He.

“Made.

“A.

“List.

“Of.

“Every.

“Girl.

“Who’s.

“Ever.

“Swallowed.

“His.

“Come. That’s not statistics, that’s a sickness.”

I couldn’t resist a smile. “What the swallowing? Or the list?”

“Either. Both. Yes, I’m sure some girls have done it with him, but I’m not one of them and I don’t really care for him comparing me with them.” She unfolded the offending piece of paper again, and stared at it. Reading it upside down, I silently smirked at how methodical it was. Twenty-one names, three columns. It’s amazing what you can do with a computer spreadsheet – and amazing how stupid a guy must be, to leave such a thing on the family machine, where anyone could… and did… stumble across it.

Kay. She Fucked, but neither Sucked nor Swallowed. Wendy did all three, Stephanie and Les did the first two, Heather went the whole hog once, Michelle was intercourse alone. And so on up to the present day, with 20 Fuckers, 17 Suckers, 1 who Sucked but didn’t Fuck – and just five who gulped it down enough to have their names highlighted in red. Cassie wasn’t one of them.

“And what is it with the highlighting?” Cassie obviously read my mind. “Is he going to be off hunting them down on Myspace next, to ask if they want to rekindle old glories?”

“I doubt that very much. How old is he now, 40-something? He’s probably just feeling old and going back over his memories… some people get out the photo album, some people take out old love letters. Brian takes out old sex partners. But it doesn’t mean any more or less.”

“Well, it does to me.” The temper was flaring again. “And I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I am going to pay him back for this. Somehow. Someday.”

“If you ask me, the best way you can get him back is to forget you ever saw it, then make sure that the next time he’s on the computer, he’s highlighting your name as well. It’ll take you ten minutes, but if this is anything to go by, he’ll still be thinking about it for the next 20-odd years.”

She looked at me curiously. “And how, exactly, does that pay him back?”

“It doesn’t. But it might remind him that his sex life hasn’t already peaked, and that the future can hold as many surprises as the past. Besides, if you really haven’t ever tried it…” (she pulled a face) … “you ought to just once. You never know, it might give you something else to look forward to, as well.”

I woke up...

A posting on my friend Cockseed's site a coupe of days ago reminds me of something that happened a few years ago. I was visiting friends, an old college girlfriend and her husband; we'd had a late night drinking and laughing, and when they pointed me towards the room I'd be staying in, I could barely keep my eyes open.

I don't know how long I'd been asleep but I came awake very suddenly, to find...

I still don't know what I found. Luke, the husband, was in my room, but busying himself at a bookshelf; he turned when I sat up and apologized frantically for disturbing me - he was trying to find something by the light of the hallway, his watch I think it was, and he seemed genuinely horrified that he'd bothered me.

My mind believed him.

But my mouth wasn't so sure, because the only thing I'd have sworn to at that moment was, I was awoken by the taste. not even the force or the sensation, of cock on my lips, gently pushing them apart...

He was wearing shorts, and his back was to me. I couldn't see much for the shadows that he stood in, and he was only a minute or two more before apologizing again, saying goodnight and leaving. And, of course, nothing was said the following day.

But as I drifted back to sleep, I knew what I tasted and I knew that I wished I hadn't woken up for a few moments more. Because I'd love to know what he'd have done next....

Hard Again

HARD AGAIN
An ode to a certain guy’s powers of rejuvenation!

1. I’M LYING HERE, AND…
I can’t believe you’re hard again
Why can’t you be like other men?
And sleep the whole night through without a sigh?
I wonder if – and what? - you’re dreaming
You’re asleep, but something’s scheming
And it feels just like a rock against my thigh

I can’t believe you’re hard again
We’d fucked three times by half-past-ten
I really thought you’d be out for the night
But you’re burning hot and pushing at
The backdoor to my bushy twat
And I’m really far too tired to try to fight

I can’t believe you’re hard again
Trying to force my legs open
But baby, please, my pussy’s kinda sore
You fucked me like an express train
I don’t think I could cum again
But I really hate to leave you needing more

2. I’M CROUCHING HERE, AND…
I reach down my hand, feel the heat of your glans
As it rises to nuzzle my fingers
I raise them to sniff and my heart gives a kick
Your pre-come is slick, your scent lingers
Now I’m scraping your balls with my fingernails, all
Of them tracing sweet lines in your flesh
Can I push back the covers without being discovered?
It’s time for a different caress

It’s dark but I know where I need to go
I’ve been here so often before
But each time feels like new, and I wonder if you
Know how much I enjoy what’s in store?
I don’t want to wake you; I kiss you then take you
Into my mouth just a bit
Then I start to suck while my tongue gently bucks
On your sensitive flesh of your dick

You give a soft murmur, you feel even firmer
I feel your pulse throb on my gums
Now you’re all the way back and my lips scrape your sack
And I can’t even wriggle my tongue
But I know it can’t last, your breathing gets fast-
er; I glance up as you open your eyes
You sit up to speak – and then hit your peak
And collapse back on the bed with a sigh

Your cock’s madly jerking – hey, keep still! I’m working!
For a second, it grows even harder
But there isn’t much spilling, cos your flesh may be willing
But we’ve already emptied the larder
I wipe at your glans with the back of my hand
Then lick up the droplets of goo
“Why didn’t you wait until I woke up?” you ask
“Hey, I didn’t start! It was you.”

3. I’M LYING HERE, AND…
I can’t believe you’re soft again
You can’t rely on any man
They shoot their load and then they fade away
You’re soft and sticky on my thigh
I watch the minutes crawling by
You’d better get it up again today

You're With Her Again

YOU’RE WITH HER AGAIN
I’ve had a couple of threesomes and, to be truthful, I don’t especially enjoy them. Yes, it’s fun. But it can also be very frustrating… the biggest problem I have, when you’re with two guys, is they’re so worried about appearing “gay” that they never let go in the way you’d hope they would. Or the way they’d expect two girls to.

I love to see a guy take a load from another guy; I'd really love one guy to eat the other’s come out of my pussy. But the closest they ever get is one on each nipple. I don’t think they even especially enjoy watching what the other one was doing. If I ever find myself in that situation again, I’ll be setting some very firm ground rules before a single piece of my clothing comes off.

You’re with her again
Why don’t you draw the curtains?
You’re with her again
Do I have to see you flirting?
I want to watch TV
But all that I can see
Is the couple cross the alley do the dirty

You’re with her again
I watch as you undress her
You’re with her again
I watch as you caress her
Your mouth is on her breasts
She’s shrugging off her dress
Well it really didn’t take much to impress her

You’re with her again
What a place to put your bed!
You’re with her again
Now I can see her spread
While you’re slipping off your clothes
And I’m wondering where you’ll go
First? Will you fuck her? Or ask her for some head?

You’re with her again
Hey, move so I can see
You’re with her again
And she’s down upon her knees
I watch her as she’s stroking
Hope she loves a man with foreskin
Because there’s so much more there waiting to be pleased

You’re with her again
She’s laughing while she’s licking
You’re with her again
Her mouth strains, you’re still thickening
But now she’s in the groove
And I watch your bodies move
Some girls have all the luck, you know. It’s sickening

You’re with her again
I feel my heartbeat thudding
You’re with her again
I feel my pussy flooding
I imagine your cock stretching me
First my jaw, then my pussy
Then I see your silent cry; at last! You’re cuming

You’re with her again
I watch you wildly humping
You’re with her again
Will she swallow all you are pumping?
Just when she’d got the rhythm
You swamped her mouth with jizzum
And her eyes are wide with shock… or lust… or something

You’re with her again
I lip-read her: “please feed me!”
You’re with her again
My God, the bitch is needy
Then she shuts her eyes to swallow
And you signal me to follow
Cos a two-some is much more fun when there’s three