Is porn becoming more female friendly in 2020?

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Short isn’t usually a phrase synonymous with porn, but I’d have to say the short answer is yes. The long answer is somewhat more complicated.

I was sitting having a coffee earlier in the week with Jodie, a middle aged Mom who is the eldest sister of one of my closest girlfriends. I walk with her in Central Park after yoga on Thursdays. She was asking me what I was writing. I told her I was working on a story about porn for my new Medium digest blog.
“I’m a porn star”, she pronounced, before laughing out loud.

Read the full story at : Medium Digest

Surfer girls – chapter 1

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Happy New Year followers…

 

Check out my latest story Surfer Girls….
let me know if you are keen for chapter 2

 

 

Her hair fell into her breasts
As if to stop and not want to proceed any further
A tinge of auburn ran through her ends
Glistening now as she smiled
With salt and sand from todays surf
etching her skin and scuplting her collar bones
The sunlight  shone through her rainbow coloured shirt
Revealing a sense of sensuality I chose to ignore
My inner thoughts flickering from her inner thighs
To her gorgeous smile
Beautifully straight teeth
And smooth pink lips

“Is the surf always so big up here”, Paula questioned
“When its a north easter that break brings on some heat “, I explained.
“It is known for 5 to 6 foot waves throughout late summer, and as such is
one of the favourite hangs for the locals we were out there with today”.

 

 

My mind drifted to seeing Paula’s head spring up to face me
as she kneeled through another wave earlier today
Her fresh face invigorated by the swell and the excitement of the big set approaching.
I remember turning back toward shore and seeing her gracefully pick up a wave
Angling and manouvering her board across its face
Her powerful legs pushing hard into her board
As she thrust up and down before flicking off behind me
I myself had paddled further out
Not sure of what lay in front of me
But exhilerated by the fact she was with me

Paula and I knew each other from University
We had often discussed our passion for surfing during tutorials
And with this weekend being our first surfing trip together
I was keen to discover what lay beneath her brown sunfilled skin
To explore her complexities
Her distant background
And her needs wants and expectations

 

“Were we to be friends after this weekend?”  I mused
“Or were we just to continue bumping into eachother at Uni?”

I smashed now into the avacado, before placing it upon the Cruskits
Lining the surface with cheese and some cucumber
‘Don’t get ahead of yourself Sasha,” I heard my mind whispering
“Just let things be. At least for the moment.”

Our two bedroom cabin sat on the edge of the forest.
The birds and night sounds lingering beyond us
As we sat slowly drinking the Savignon blanc
Laughing as our memories of lecturers gone by were discussed
Dane Jackson our torts lecturer being the most memorable

“He was such a puss,” remarked Paula
“It was as if he spent his life hiding behind lockers in the corridor”, she reflected
“Waiting to peek at or check out any hot young student he may or may not know.
Before glancing away as they caught his stare”.
“I know,” I siad.
“He didn’t actually do it for me”, I said quietly. Before bursting out laughing again.
“What”, said Paula.
“What are you laughing at?”, she exclaimed.
“Unlike you and Mr Phillips”, I said, bursting out laughing once more.
“Oh yeah”, replied Paula.
“I had such a crush on him. I spent most of last semester dreaming of those corduroy slacks.
“That brown was such a turn on,” she said with a sexy grin. “And that butt. Sooo hot.”

Mr Ron Phillips, our contracts lecturer of two years prior stood at 5ft ringing wet.
He possessed an unattractive five day growth and bifocal spectacles. He lowered them frequently to peer at you awkwardly. I was in stitches at her confessions of lust toward him.
Paula was funny. She was such a hoot. And I loved being around her.

Later that night my feet felt cold in bed
Reaching into my bedside table I put on some green socks
Before hearing Slipper, my cross kelpy whimpering on the veranda
Next thing I noticed two large goannas on the steps edge, eying off my best friend
“Here boy”, I said picking up his water bowl and bringing into his mat in the living room.
I fastened the door, only to see the goannas back track down the cabins steps back into the forest. They must have picked up Slippers scent and come searching for a late night snack. 

Back in bed I removed my tshirt. All of a sudden I felt stuffy under the sheets. This summer the weather was changing at frequent intervals, difficult to predict in the least. Or maybe something else was weighing on me. Or in me as it were. Paula was at the other end of the cabin. And whilst I was unsure of the nature of our relationship, her friendship was one I was beginning to treasure. I fell asleep looking back into her face, as she came toward me through the blue and green waves of Callum Point, where the surf was crisp and clean. And the shoreline sand was a brilliant white, laying flat beneath the bluest of blue skies. She smiled again, as I could feel that twitch within me, slowly rising toward my suface.

A loud noise awoke me.
There was then a knock at my cabin door.

Paula whispered, “It’s me Sasha”.
“Come in I said,” before turning on my bedside lamp, and sitting upright to see what was happening.
“I heard some animals outside my window. They unnerved me somewhat” she said.
‘I’m sorry to have woken you,” she said, in an anxious tone.
“Its okay,” I replied.
“Here, come and sit”, I said softly.

As Paula approached I moved my legs to make room, only to notice there was a small
crease of moisture beneath my white panties. I must have been dreaming of more than just Paula’s face in the dead of night. I quickly pulled the sheet back up and prayed she had not visualised my moistened panties. Sitting up, without my tshirt or a bra on I still felt comfortable near Paula. We had sunbaked together today topless, and were familair with eachothers’ bodies. In the company of one another.
“Thanks Sashy”, she said.
“ I feel like such a worry wart.  It’s just Im not used to sleeping in a forest.”
“It’s fine”, I replied. 

Before reflecting on how I loved it when she called me Sashy.
No one had ever called me that before.

“Just stay in here,” I said, and then pulled the sheet up over her, before turning over toward my side of the bed, to face the wall away from her. Trying to remain casual, relaxed and not fixated on the gorgeous creature laying beside me, I lay listening to the waves crashing further out from my window. “Get some sleep Paula,” I said warmly, “we have another big days surf tomorrow” .

And within seconds I was asleep again.

It must have been close to dawn. I could see the faintest light sneaking through from behind my curtains. I could feel the sheets above me moving. A gentle moaning sound was coming from the other side of my bed. I quickly remembered Paula had come in late last night.
I stayed facing my wall, to scared to roll over.  The moans became a litte louder.

“What was Paula doing?” My mind questioned. I lay in shock.
“Was Paula rubbing her pussy in my bed? Was she playing with herself as I slept?”
I could feel the sheets brushing from side to side over my shoulders. I then proceeded to arch my neck ever so slightly to see her knees wide open under the sheets, and her hand moving at pace beneath. Paulas writhing and thrusting up and down from upon the bed was pushing my sheets up and down, as she pleasured her love hole.

“Wow”, I thought to myself, as I turned back to face my wall again.
“What should I do?”

I lay listening as her soft moans intensified, and the gyrating of her hips began to pulsate through my side of the bed. And the pulsating didn’t stop there. If this activity kept on I was going to have to remove my socks. I lay motionless, praying not to move. Though something began stirring inside me. I could feel my torso loosen and my legs begin to twitch, as the sound of Paulas passion enveloped me from behind. “I can’t believe it”, I thought, as I lay still beside her. “Was she fingering her cunt? Or what? Fuck this is turning me on”, I thought. This is just..its just..my mind was exploding. I started to feel sooo horny. I just didnt know what to do.

“What would happen if I pretended to stir and wake? How would Paula react?”

There was only one way to find out, I surmised. Whatever the outcome, I  couldnt lay still for another second. My own pussy needed rubbing. And I couldn’t help myself. I needed to finger my own juicy slit. And right about now nothing could stop me. I needed to fuck myself. Paula’s moaning, writhing and pulsating gyrations were turning my own body into a sea of lust. Taking a deep breath I decided to roll over.  My white sheets brushed over my now heightened nipples as I turned to face Paula.

Then slowly placing my hand underneath her thigh and on the inside of her gorgeous legs I whispered “Let it out beautiful, let it out for me baby”. And with that Paula screamed, and thrust her pussy higher, grinding her fingers in further, as she came with a bomb. Spasming as she came, moaning more and more, slamming into the bed head, she almost shook the floor. The intensity was so massive, burning a fire inside my snatch, I began to find my own slit, as I listened to her thrash. And with that I felt my own juice, gushing from below, within seconds I had come to, splashing from my hole. With my knuckles drenched in cum, I slowly slid them out, feeling somewhat embarassed, for having cum so quickly and keen.

“Did Paula know I felt for her? Had I blown my cover? Did she now suspect, I yearned to be her lover?

Tips On How To Look Better Naked And Make Him Horny -www.newlovetimes.com

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Tips On How To Look Better Naked And Make Him Horny

BY SASHA HOLDEN · NOVEMBER 30, 2017

Baring it all in front of him is a little more revealing than unbuckling the seatbelt when you’re a few thousand feet above sea level. When it comes down to taking it all off in front of him, it can be quite daunting, and frankly, a bit stifling. And what makes matters worse is everyone out there is telling you how to look better naked, in order to make your man horny. We have “Instyle” presenting us with 10 tips on how to look better naked, whilst fashion supremo, “Allure,” is giving us 27 ways to assist. Even Hollywood Celeb Kourtney Kardashian is in on the act with a home remedy of lotions and potions to apply on your skin to make yourself look better before baring it all in front of him.

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Suggested read: 10 Infallible Steps To Make You More Attractive To Men

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To be honest, I could write 10 pages-worth of content relaying better ways on how to look better naked, and in doing so, make your lover horny. I could start with nude makeup to accentuate your natural beauty, together with a combination of day/night facial and skin creams to prevent wrinkles and skin imperfections. Why, I could even suggest spray tan to camouflage your skin lines, and exfoliating scrubs to remove the cellulite. Obviously, I could devote a page or two to squats, push-ups, hill sprints, burpees, sit ups, swivels, ab and bum-busting workouts to keep you trim, taut, and terrific.

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But clearly, that would only serve to sugarcoat the real issue. The real issue is that your man has to find you hot and horny. And by you,I mean you, just the way you are. Okay, so you can dim the lights, even change the color of your lamp shade to protect those harsher lines, but the truth is, it’s all about your inner connection with him. Don’t despair though; if the sexual chemistry was there once, it can still be rekindled.

To look better naked, and in doing so, make him hot for you, my advice is to be sensible in the way you look after yourself, and not go overboard. By being sensible, I mean staying fit and healthy. If you can’t afford the gym, there are some great 15-minute workout videos you can find online. I train with sparkpeople.com for my abs,leg, and bum workouts as an example. A walk and some fresh air are good too. Stay out of direct sunlight, get a good night’s sleep, drink gallons of water, and eat well. In other words, fruits, vegetables, low fat alternatives where possible, and home or organically grown, if you can afford it.

And by not going overboard, I mean don’t try too hard. Remember, for the girl with the hourglass figure, time runs out very fast. You are never going to have the perfect shape and physique forever. Yet I know ‘us girls’ are never truly satisfied. I have girlfriends I have modelled alongside and hung out with in New York who are stunning on the outside, though crippled on the inside by fear and self-loathing at the way they look when they walk out the door, let alone the way they look naked.

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Most importantly, be realistic. If you are carrying a few extra pounds, a Brazilian wax may not be the best idea. I once read somewhere that keeping the triangle in line with your hip size may prove to be a good analogy. Actually, when I think of the “it” department, “landing strip” is one of the best rating #hashtags on my blog. So maybe that’s a good place to start, if in doubt. Finally, start where your lover is at. And if you are just getting to know him and aren’t aware of what makes him horny, don’t be afraid to ask him. In order to look better naked and make him horny, stay in touch with what it is that he likes. I’m not asking you to be submissive; far from it. I’m talking about being comfortable within your own skin, in the knowledge that he likes you that way. If he likes you wearing “Issey Miyake” perfume, wear it. If he likes your hair straight, then straighten it. If he enjoys you in dark eyeliner, darken it for him. While these are some of the potential things you could change about yourself, never change your core values and identity for anyone.

 

I was out with some friends in New York last week and they were on dating sites/apps, swiping right and left as the young girls appeared ad infinitum on their mobile screens. “I might meet her,” said Mitch. “Wow! She looks cool,” swooned Myles. Yet, I kind of thought that even in New York, as a girlfriend, i.e., as opposed to a potential date, you have the upper hand. You have the sexual chemistry, and yes, he has seen you naked before. You know what he likes. The best part about looking better naked and turning him on is you know you can do it. You’ve done it all before. So straighten your shoulders, pull that tummy in tight, and go get him, girl. Tell him you want him, you need him, you need to feel him close to you. That’s always a good place to start…just after you’ve dimmed the lights that is.

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Sasha Holden

Sasha Holden burst onto the literary scene in 2015. Her short stories quickly evoked passion within her fan base who related instantly to her unique brand of eroticism. The ability to engage the reader on both an emotional and physical level provided the key to her success. A renowned poet in her own right, Sasha released her first literary novel entitled “Sarah” Malcolm’s Prize on Amazon in mid-2015 to much critical acclaim within the erotic fiction industry. Like Sarah, her leading female characters more often than not lonely, yet longing to explore their innermost desires sexually. Her stories enter the most intimate corners of her characters’ minds, leaving no stone unturned in their quest for pleasure. The need for my eroticism to arouse readers on every level, as they turn the pages, is my ultimate goal as a writer. Sasha has a strong following in the UK and India, as well as her home base of US. She is now a published author with Moon and stars press.

 

inside my groove

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My hips they drifted
from side to side
along the bed
against your slide
the water lapped
yet never came in
lulled by your breathing
within the swim

my breasts they danced
beneath your flow
soft to your touch
warm and smooth
writhing as I melted
inside my groove

lost

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not long out of school
in my parents home
he entered my bedroom
to hand me my phone
his face opened wide
to see my fingers inside
fingering and fucking
I continued at will
as he tried to push in
and join in the fun
unable to reach me
to be together as one

furiously now
picking up speed
wrestling with my juice hole
fulfilling that need
to let it all out
to open even wider
my throbbing bursting snatch
as hungry as can be
like a kid without a toy
he sat quietly
beside me

the bed head shook
scratching paint from my wall
paintings leaned over
the glass began to fall
my face burnt red
moaning and wet
ripping open my buttons
to devour my breast
on and on
unable to rest
squirting
splashing
peeing in between
as he lowered his head
not wanting to be seen
like a little boy lost
my scared and lonely teen

on a sea of hormones
in a world of doubt
did I reject him
did I shut him out
he needed a friend
a lover in me
selfish little Sasha
as cruel as can be

my parents have moved on now
the bed now sits alone
her iron posts have rusted
no one lives at home
except the ghost of my best friend
saying Sasha let me in
I’d trade all the other moments
to have him back again

the first time

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Light entered Sylvia’s bedroom
it was a hot morning outside the blinds
her sheet moved slowly
folding itself in clusters around her thighs
where inside her restless thoughts now gathered

she thought of Luke
lying in the spare room
separated from her only by her parent’s bedroom
kissing him goodnight she had longed for him
to thrust her up onto the side table again
to lift her skirt
and push her panty aside
to finger her youth
as he stood bringing her in closer
holding her tight
searching within the tightness
for her hungry thirsty love
spreading her even further
directing from above

releasing her sweet warm juice
closing her eyes now shut
moaning ever so softly
leaking toward her butt
her sweet little pussy did open
crying  and wanting to shout
as he had moved silently onwards
further in then out

now bringing her own fingers downward
to dance then play about
she remembered almost vividly
as the vase was about to give way
the water dripping all over the table
the flowers falling out
begging her boyfriend to fuck her
to enter her dripping spout

rubbing frantically into her wetness
her opening now set on fire
fuck me darling
she’d begged
as the boy recklessly gathered his cock
before touching her soaking slit
then pushing finally in
slowly sweetheart
she’d moaned
her pussy wincing with pain
she felt for the first time his love
bursting and gushing free
fuck that feels good
she had whispered
to have you so deep inside me

Her tongue had opened his mouth
as his cock was opening her hole
she couldn’t comprehend the pleasure
as she tingled
with pleasure and pain
her sweet little pussy now yearned
for her boyfriend
to find her again

unbelievably sensational

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it must have been late
the middle of our night
my lover rolled me over
to open me up wide
spread your ass cheeks Sasha
he signaled from up high
open up your butt hole darling
licking inside my thigh
before collecting my sweet cunt juice
to wet his now keen tongue
within moments he’d then enter
my sensitive yet eager bum
lubing up his thumb
reaching for his knob
he inserted his gorgeous ridge
in then quietly out
my elbows planted firmly
I then turned face about

he had prepared me well
my gorgeous erotic man
taking me ever so softly
gently as we began
to find our steady rhythm
to love at an even pace
car lights circling our bedroom
bringing me his face
he was focusing ever so closely
on gathering my firm hips in
gripping at my thighs now
cutting into my skin
fuck me up the bum hole
my gorgeous sexy boy
fuck my tight little asshole
use me as your fuck toy
you know I need it darling
ram me up my bum
fuck me harder darling
give me your hot wet cum

grinding on his cock
my tight little butt did ride
up and down his shaft
sliding it deeper inside
way up into the tightness
my one true hole for him
squirt it out my darling
shoot it further in
unbelievably sensational
are adjectives that spring to mind
my boyfriend fucking me
up my bum hole
taking me from behind
screwing my tight hole senseless
on and on I’d scream
drowning in a sea of ecstasy
loving my honeys wet dream

becky

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The bell sounded
it was the end of the last period for the week
I couldn’t believe it
no more law until Tuesday week
I had tort law running through my head
at 90 miles per hour
not to mention criminal
the precedence set by this
did he have the state of mind for that
it was seriously all too much
In the cafeteria Billy came over for a chat
as I took the coffee to go
she asked if she could visit on Saturday
now we were on break I said fine
she was lonely no doubt
with her family all the way down south
and a one bedroom bedsit was hardly the place to spend Easter
all on your lonesome
I raced to catch the bus
and within an hour was showered and in bed
Cest le vie to term one I thought 
this little black duck is over and out

The door bell rang at about 9 Saturday night
I was pleased to see Billy
she was fun
growing up on a big farm she had some great stories
and she loved a drink and a party
she was always friendly to me around campus
come upstairs
 I said
I am still halfway through dressing
I still hadn’t finished washing so I wore a skirt only
screw the panties
I thought
its only Billy and I
and reaching for a bra
I grabbed the first one I could see
that pink pokodot number well I guess that will have to do

Billy laughed
What up
I said somewhat bemused
I wish I was as unorganised as you
she smiled
I’m so anal when it comes to clothes
It takes me an hour to leave home
she said
don’t laugh
I exclaimed
this is little Beck on a good day
Okay so I have my skirt the sexy wedges my little pink t
and the good old pokodot bra number
lets hit it
I said

When we arrived the club was already on the go
most of our year was there
that gorgeous hunk Pete Styrus
Jackson Hull
not to mention Calvin Gale
fuck I would like to have that guy for breakfast
I thought
three Bacardi Breezers later
Billy and I hit the Tequilas
the pit was hot and I was loving the freedom
of a Saturday without study
of a Saturday night with so many studs, more to the point
Billy kept slamming the Tequilas into me
I was pretty well wasted by the time 3am arrived
I worked all night on Calvin
at least we exchanged phone numbers
I said to Billy
as we struggled our way out of the taxi
back at my place I poured Billy a Vodka lime and soda
we relaxed on the couch watching
as the lights on the bay flickered in the breeze
the lights  catching site of the shark nets
as they came on intermittently

No way
I screamed
I flew upstairs into the top bathroom
quickly sliding two fingers down my throat
letting it all out
A burger from Charlies
three Bacardi Breezers
however many tequilas
and whatever else lay lurking
I felt fucking terrible
as I sliced another paper towel
and more soap from the cylinder
splashing water on my eyes to relieve some of the strain
keeping the tap on full tilt I threw away the pink t
the pokadot number
and flicked on the shower
before hopping in skirt and all
I have to get this shit off me
I thought
the hot water built up quickly
I could finally breath again in spite of the steam
looking up I noticed the pink t and the pokadot number
falling from above the shower door to my feet
you’d better wash these as well
said Billy
laughing as she threw them in
how embarrassing I shouted
above the sound of the gushing water
as I bent down to peel my skirt away from my ankles
Its okay
said Billy
we’ve all been there
Hey Bill
I said
Can you be a doll and bring me that blue night dress
from my yellow drawer the top shelf Honey
Sure
she replied
placing it on the towel rack before heading back downstairs
to her Vodka
Sorry sweetheart
I said
drying my hair and returning to the couch
You’re fine
Don’t even think about it
you’re just letting off a bit of steam letting go of semester one
said Billy
Letting go of the fact I couldn’t pick up Calvin
I said sombrely

Hey
said Billy
leaning forward to caress my cheekbones with her hands
Screw Calvin you’ve got good old Billy to hang with
we both laughed
I was so fucked up I should probably be crying
I thought to myself
As my head fell in a heap on the pillow to crash totally out of Semester one
It must have been about 11 when the screen door closed
Billy found her way back from the balcony
I stole some moisturiser
I’ve been treating my feet
she said
Tell me about it
I replied
the walk from the top campus down to the bottom is horrendous
those steps are killers
I said
Do you want me to treat you?
Billy asked
Treat me
Spoil me
I replied
still half smashed
As Billy sat beside me on the couch
squeezing a dollop of the smooth moisturiser over the crown of my foot
then gently under my heel
Oh more,  more that feels sensational Billy
Thank you, you moisturising goddess
You saviour of all first year law students
Billy massaged the back of my ankles
then lathered some cream into my calves
before rubbing the smooth liquid in
then retreating back onto my feet and toes
thanks Billy
I said
and I really meant it
two times on the bike at the gym this week and my calves were a wreck
Billy can you splash some on my fingers? 
I asked
On Thursday night my aqua class punished my thighs
I explained
I went to work on them with the lotion from left to right
then down to my knees
here
said Billy
let me
Billy picked up where I left off
I lifted my pretty blue night dress toward my hips
to afford my guest some room to assist her in alleviating my tightness
with her hands pushing firmly in the centre of my thighs
Billy lowered her fingers under my legs then up
and slowly down my inner thighs
fuck that feels good Billy
I said
as she continued to open the door on my holidays
sorry Billy I said
as I lifted my legs up at the knees to relieve an itch 
the last thing you need after a night out
is to have a nineteen year old pussy thrown in your face like that
I said
as I realized albeit too late
that Billy would have copped an eyeful of my exposed slit
Billy laughed
Its ok I’ve seen worse
she laughed
I bet you have
I said
leaning forward to pull her hair playfully
you dirty little cowgirl
Billy blushed in fact she almost turned over the top red
So how did you find out?
she asked
Billy what are you talking about?
I said
It was just a joke
Billy relaxed
I know
she said
I’m just a bit sensitive
she went on, somewhat hesitantly
it’s just
she paused
I am in a relationship with a girl from back home
she said
I did want to tell you though I was worried you wouldn’t be my friend
You’d think I was some gay lame psycho goth from Alabama
she confessed
Well you got the last part right
I said
But seriously sister you and I are tight
I love you
I said
reaching out to hug her
I don’t care what political persuasion you lean toward
I still want you as my friend
I whispered in her ear
pulling her tightly into my chest to release all the warmth I could muster
One or two tears met my cheekbones
as Billy slowly withdrew before wiping her eyes
and laughing her way through the tears

 

By the way she said
Your wrong about your snatch
I reckon Calvin’s missing out on a catch
she said
as a ten mile wide smile returned to her face
I can’t believe you did actually look
I screamed
before rising to chase her all the way back upstairs
You naughty little cowgirl If  I wasn’t raised better I’d throw you over my knee and give you a good spanking
I said
in between fits of laughter
Billy jumped upon my bed and lay now on her side
her head resting upright with her elbow on the bed
on a serious note
she said in her best attorney accent
thank you for understanding babe
I haven’t been in town long enough
to have newcomers run out on me
and your acceptance of who I am is appreciated
I lay down beside her guiding her hair away from her eyes
above her forehead before engaging her beautiful still teary eyes
hey you gorgeous lesbian
I said
this little black duck isn’t going anywhere

 

The phone rang
I hopped up
Beck speaking
Billy could hear me laughing from the living room
Where’s Mrs Gale then?
I joked
well my offers only good for 24 hours
I told Calvin shortly  after I hung the phone up
What’s happening girlfriend
remarked Billy
now standing directly behind me
Calvin’s girl is out of town for the weekend
I told him I’d act as a backup
He’s on his way
I said
Cool
said Billy
Do you want me to leave?
Of course not
I replied
stick around Billy
Calvin’s parents are in town
He won’t be here for long
Lets head out for Thai when he’s left how does that sound?
I asked
As long as I’m not in your way?
Billy questioned
Don’t be ridiculous this guy only wants to get his dick wet
its not like he’s a lifelong soul mate
I said
remember friends first philanderers second 
I joked
either way  I’ll make myself scarce and check in my room
to listen to some music maybe catch up on last semesters sleep
said Billy
Cool
I said
I’m going to freshen up for my catch

I knew Calvin would come around
to see things from my perspective
like I said to him
you have to choose between the girl you’ve already slept with
for over a year now
or something new
something different
someone young
and fresh
you make your mind up Calvin
I had said to him
but you only have twenty four hours

Calvin was a 25 year old honor’s student
with all the trimmings
and blue blood to boot
he had all the trappings to
a known cad on campus
Calvin’s eyes wandered way past the first year students
all the way to the lecturing department from all accounts
but I was ready
what did I care
I’m nineteen
single
and smooth
fuck
I’m not too smooth
I thought
grabbing a razor
and removing a batch of small hairs
hiding the entrance to my tender opening
leaving only a tussock of blonde above
before lathering myself with the vanilla body wash

My quest had been realized
Calvin was on his way over
poor Billy
I thought
as I massaged my slit then inside my butt cheeks
bending over to ensure my coverage was complete

Billy
she really didn’t strike me as being in a lesbian relationship
she had never really mentioned anyone close
let alone a girlfriend
I stood up to lather my breasts
the sweet smelling liquid racing across their face
over my torso and back
then down into my hollow
before sidestepping my toes and flowing out of sight
Billy
with her dark black hair and warm hands
rubbing moisturiser into my tired legs
teary eyed then loving and kind
Billy
lying alone in her room now
in the company of my home

Billy sat in the spare room
she hitched up her skirt to reveal her exposed mound
having followed Beck’s queue she too had not worn any underwear

 

despite Beck having showered last night
following her violent illness
Billy remained clothed as she had been for the past 24 hours
she had been otherwise occupied
focusing on Beck
the gorgeous tall blonde with whom she had been infatuated with
since arriving on campus
having stomached the courage to invite herself over
a move she had been planning for weeks now
everything had played into her hands
or so she thought
with Beck drunk
rejected by her Calvin
and in need of a massage
all the stars aligned
but it wasn’t to be
Billy found herself backtracking at 100 miles an hour
into some bullshit story about a girl friend back home
anyway at least Beck appeared to swallow it
but that was kind of irrelevant now Billy thought
because Beck was about to swallow Calvin

 

Billy was frustrated
she closed her tired eyes and replayed the last 24 hours
her mind replayed it all in slow motion
back to when she arrived at Beck’s
to watching her dress into her pretty pokadot bra and pink t shirt
to catching glimpses of her exposed snatch on the ride home
Becks fetish for not wearing panties had lit a fire between Billy’s own legs
eyes closed Billy’s mind drifted
to watching as Beck showered
she paused as the video was stuck
stuck at the scene where Beck had bent over in the shower
to remove her skirt as it caught itself upon her wet ankles
Billy started to remove her own skirt
her own slit was wet
in need of some attention
full of frustration
of pent up desire
of lust
of hunger for Beck
for what seemed like an eternity
Billy had stood staring at Becks beautiful blonde body
as she lathered her back and shoulder blades in wash

Billy had allowed her eyes to drink in the firmness of Becks butt
her long legs and tight inner thighs
the video continued in Billy’s mind
with Billy now searching her own inner thighs
as she fast forwarded to their brief intimacy
to the couch scene
when Billy had been careful to gently caress Becks feet
her ankles and then her thighs sweating inside
nervous and scared
Billy had proceeded to approach her friends exposed prize
the bounty that she had longed for
driven forth on adrenalin alone Billy had continued on massaging
touching and spoiling Becks body
until her cover had been blown
the video ended

 

 

yet Billy needed a replay
her anxious now wet hole needed another dose
another shot of Beck
of Beck lying comfortably on the warm leather couch
knees upright
lifting her pretty blue night dress
then opening her legs to give Billy all she had dreamed of
for so many months prior
Billy began to reach into her wetness
with one hand arousing her breast
playing with her now erect nipple
she began entering
finding herself with her long juicy fingers
as her dark hair retreated
to push open the path for her

Billy shut her eyes even tighter now
clutching to the vision of Beck on the couch
the smell of the moisturizer
the softness of her skin
she placed two fingers on either side of her swollen button
holding
holding
pushing
then releasing them
allowing the droplets to slide within her slit
where now her fingers played
chasing her wanton lust
channeling her desire
until finally she gave in
writhing forward in ecstasy with her fingers deep inside
as she thrust them further up
hanging on her gspot
before opening up her walls to release the pent up desire
the juice from within her love hole
tightening her torso muscles to push a bit more out
finally the pleasure flowed over
Becks vision reappeared
leaving Billy flat in a spasm
the aftershocks squeezing her rear

shopping

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Elizabeth was exhausted
all the bra’s were either too big
too small
or not the color that suited
suited her blond complexion
finally
a black lace bra
that she could actually wear with something
a smile greeted her young lips
maybe even some teeth
perhaps even the hint of a tongue
as she posed for another selfie
quickly kiking it sideways to Eric
who was waiting at home
well he wasn’t exactly waiting
he was studying for his finals
maybe I should have gone shopping with you
he fired back

Elizabeth was restless now
the center had her all wound up
clothes hangers
change rooms
confined spaces
people
undressing her in every aisle
as they glanced around corners
in awe of her beauty
her youth
her poise
she became frustrated

her mind drifted back to Eric
to his laugh
the way his green cords lingered around his thighs
his silly cardigans
and handsome chest
his beautiful green eyes
inviting her to come in
she was seriously in love this time
he was the one
and he was laced with candy
all the way to the top
no school
no parents
and a sexy new bra
to tease his teenage cock
and he was actually waiting at home for her

up the elevators she proceeded
across the marble floor
through men’s fashion
boxers
underwear
aisle 5 ladies lingerie
bras
hosiery
thongs
stockings
looking up
children’s wear
hair care
music
lipstick
perfume
I’m taking the stairs this time
my stocking has a tear in it now
how did that happen
these wedges are no good on stairs
finally at the top
hello to you too Sir

the cafeteria
more stairs
the ladies room
there it is
three cubicles
I’ll take that one to the left
glancing in the mirror
closing the door
sweating
hot
perspiring
skirt
stockings
hurry up
briefs
just pull down
quickly
open up your legs
finally
now I can breathe
at last
my tight little pussy aches this afternoon
I can’t wait
It’s over an hour to home
so fucking horny
rub it
finger your slit
you dirty little whore
harder
faster
give it a good fingering
push it
push it
push it in
fuck that feels good
fuck
that
feels
good

Skye’s Summer

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the last chukka

Sylvia wound down the window on the Mercedes station wagon.
“Bye Harry, goodbye Tom”, Cliff said “Bye bub. What’s for dinner?” He asked Sylvia.
“Moroccan chicken” his wife replied.
“I won’t be late” he said, before watching as the Mercedes commenced the journey back to town.
“Well played Cliff” the club secretary noted, as he passed by Cliff’s truck to head for the Pavilion.
Old Errol loves his beer, Cliff thought to himself, as he walked around the back of his polo truck.
His polo groom Skye was just letting “Llorento”, the last of the horses free. With all the tack back in the truck, and the horses fed and watered, they were just about ready to leave. Then sitting on the back of the Rover taking off his polo boots Cliff flinched. Skye had thrown half her water bottle down his Jodhpur’s front. “I told you I’d get you” she laughed.
“You naughty little girl“, He quipped. “You’ll pay for that”.

The lights flickered in and out of the passenger seat on the drive home, capturing Skye’s polo shirt and tights. She too had been playing with water. Maybe she had wet herself when hosing down the horses, Cliff thought, as her wet polo shirt caught his eye. Both way it was summer, and no doubt she would be straight in the pool when they arrived home. Like so many other English polo grooms Sydney was home in summer. The eastern suburbs and north shore were lined with beaches, close to polo fields, close to money, and close to boys, or men, whichever you preferred.
“You are a seriously naughty girl for wetting Daddy”, yelled Cliff, as he now caught a glimpse of Skye’s young butt, wandering through the Rover headlights on the way inside his home. Then taking a shower Cliff could see Skye’s bikini top from the bathroom window. He watched as she lay on her back in the salt water pool, breasts upright. Her young nipples pointing firmly northward to the night sky. Soon the moon would arrive to replace the pool lights, and push everyone toward another Monday, of commuting, suits, skirts and computers. He kissed Sylvia on the cheek, before retiring downstairs to watch the last few chukkas of his polo game on video. He was bloody annoyed. The 8 goal polo player they were paying to play in the tournament was having a shocker. “Useless”, Cliff said to himself. “I don’t know what this guy’s game is”.

Cliff went down to the garage to place the cell phone in the Rover, he knew he’d forget it in the morning otherwise. Passing Skye’s room he noticed her door ajar, watching as she turned out the bedside lamp and slid into bed with nothing but her knickers on. Her small “A” cup breasts meeting his eyes as he wandered down the hallway. Then returning within seconds to slowly approach her bed, Cliff placed a toy rubber snake on her bedside table, before turning on the lamp near her bed. Skye rolled over, only to scream at the top of her lungs at the sight of the snake, as she leapt from the bed, jumping toward the curtains in the corner of her room. “You bastard”, she exclaimed.
“I told you were a naughty girl for wetting Daddy” Cliff replied. “Now it’s time for Daddy to wet you”.
The next morning Skye arrived home from the beach. She always had the Monday morning free from her duties as a nanny. She needed the break on Monday mornings. Polo grooming on the weekend was somewhat demanding, and then there was the drive home.  Today her wrists were still a bit sore too. She thought she might take in a shower. Last night Cliff, or Daddy as she knew him, had managed to tie her to either end of the Rover tailgate, before spanking her naughty little bottom with the polo whip. “Poor daddy”, she thought to herself, having tied her ankles tightly together with the purple polo bandages, he had found it hard to forge his large cock into her slight little pussy. “Anyway, boys will be boys”, she thought. Nevertheless her wrists really did hurt, the rope from the polo halter had bit into them, as she struggled to set herself free, in search of daddy’s present.

With Tom and Harry left for the bus stop, Cliff long gone and the Bub back in her cot, Sylvia had already taken her customary  bath and was back in bed, asleep to the peaceful sounds of the babies monitor downstairs. Sylvia’s floral nightshirt, softly caressed her tired limbs, as she lay peacefully asleep. Skye entered the king size room, taking time out to watch a shipping tanker make its way into the harbour through the heads. Two small tug boats were coming forth to greet the tanker, before escorting the large vessel through the harbour into town. The Manly ferry further out was passed by the Hydrofoil, bringing the second round of commuters into Circular Quay. “It’s just another manic Monday”, Skye thought. Sylvia then stirred, her knees pushing forward up to her chest, as Skye slid into bed next to her. “You’re warm”, Skye said, releasing her towel and hugging Sylvia close from behind, the young girl reaching around to cuddle Sylvia’s large, milk filled breasts. Sylvia rolled over to lay on her back, before leaning forward and sweeping Skye’s blond hair back from her forehead.
“How was your swim?” She asked.
“The water was absolutely beautiful”, Skye replied, with a charming smile that lit up the room.
They lay peacefully for a short time, the morning birds sounding out the monitor, as the sun slowly made its way further north, above the balcony toward their room.
“Mommy’s hungry”, said Sylvia. Skye responded, climbing forward from Sylvia’s waist, over her milk filled breasts. Then spreading her legs outward, Skye moved her hips lower, to angle her smoothly shaven young pussy gently upon Sylvia’s wanton lips. The bright red lipstick soon met the pink, as Skye’s juicy young snatch slithered and slid across the mature woman’s mouth, only to be penetrated by Sylvia’s long, gorgeous tongue.
“Keep going Mommy”, Skye begged, as Sylvia sucked and sucked on her small button. Pulling it between her teeth, then releasing it softly, only to dive back inside her tight, young hole. Sylvia’s hand, now leaving Skye’s hips, led a finger toward the young girls butt. The touch was too much for Skye. Within seconds she exploded, releasing a pool of sweet juice all over Sylvia’s hungry mouth,
Running down her neck toward her beautiful breasts.

Skye then moved lower herself back down the bed. Then lifting the floral night dress above Sylvia’s slender hips, she proceeded to expose the mature woman’s pretty landing strip pussy. Opening the moistened lips to kiss her thirsty slit.
“Does Mommy need a lick?” Skye asked wryly, as the early morning sun brought its heat to the centre of their bed.
“Good girl baby’, Sylvia replied, arching back with pleasure, drinking in the young girls wet tongue.
“Good girl”, she whispered.
“Good girl for Mommy”.