[broadcast-baby]

I don't wear white often, but when I do…

[broadcastbabe]

She insisted I needed a second pair of hands to remove the glistening ben-wa balls she had inserted this morning. She wanted me to spend the day being mindful of her desire for me while I ran errands before I met her friends at a girls lunch. It did not take long to feel the glorious effects. I headed to a local rocking chair store, to spend a half hour testing several chairs. The salesman did his best to answer my questions, even though my inquiries about the craftmanship were a bit distracted. I imagined her straddling me, as he prattled on… then began picturing him in her place. I thought of her when I was flirting with the bag boy at the market, surreptitiously shifting my weight, back and forth on my heels as he packed the zucchinis, carrots and bananas. I was barely able to reach my car before yowling through a cascade of climaxes that left me slumped over the steering wheel for a delirious private moment with the reverberations. Testing my limits, I found a deserted playground with a teeter-totter and swings. The swing was a revelation, exerting and exciting myself again with each pump that pushed me higher, back, then higher again and again. Any passer-by hearing my joyful yelps would have surmised… I really loved to swing. Luckily, no one witnessed, heard, or interrupted my unchained celebration. The seesaw would have to be revisited later with a willing or unknowing assistant. Arriving at the lunch she kissed me and smoothed my wild hair, understanding the equally wild look in my eyes. We both smiled when I reported she had been in my thoughts all morning. Introduced to her friends, my state of mind and body surely made a subliminal impression on them all. Each seemed intrigued with my breathy voice and pheromone-scented essence, as lunch stretched into happy hour, I was approached more than once in the ladies room… with an array of un-ladylike propositions. Considering my ever-aroused state, I’m surprised I was able to maintain my decorum… although phone numbers were exchanged. Eventually, good-byes with the group are traded and we are finally alone… left to murmur our desires to each other. Soon, I will be succumbing to her tender touch, well-deserved for my day of discipline and dedication. She takes her time unvieling the glory of my quivering, to torture me for a few more moments. I can’t help but think of the meaningful eye contact I shared with a few of her horny pals, as she slides the warm slick metal globes from deep inside me ever so slowly.

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I rarely want to let him go after our mutual orgasms, long after he has become soft and natural. The feeling of being full of him… being lengthened by his length, widened by his girth, expanded by his enormity always felt magnificent. However, the possession of him afterward is purely self-serving… a safekeeping of him as mine, comforting for sharing the aftershocks and taking stock of the lesser form when I am my most sensitive and able to focus. Better yet, my recovery of desire seems to be hastened by his presence. I can’t help but work my captive treasure with muscles contracting and compressing to massage him deeply… still deep inside me. Adding a slight gyration of my hips usually makes him groan appreciatively, murmuring my name, apologizing for a lack of hardness. I hum and he understands I am patient and love to dance in his lap as a challenge and reward for us both. He strokes my calf in time to my pulsing rhythm, urging me to make my magic. The sounds of my juices oozing around him become pronounced, and I have to concentrate on not letting him escape from the new slipperiness. We both smile at the new ease of sliding out and in, and he grabs my flushed cheeks to help with the gyrations. My hyper-sensitivity can feel him thickening inside me again and I whimper to proclaim my pleasure at his development. He is well-aware and lazily bounces me to increase the friction on his shaft from the compliant tightening inner sleeve of me. I wrap my legs tighter around him and the chair to bring him in deeper as he begins thrusting, welcoming his lengthening member as it grows with his arousal once again. My excitement at the success doubles by the physical thrills of being altered by his dominating inhabitation. Before too long we have returned to our selfishly frenzied state, pumping, thrusting, milking our sexual energies from each other to cum with an even greater thunder than before.

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Our plan was to get shit-faced and pleasure each other until we passed out. As she took another slug of Jack, I burrowed under her loose dress to grasp her breasts and twist the tender nipples roughly. It was her most-requested turn-on and though I loved to hear her beg, I wanted her aroused and ready to reciprocate. She groaned appreciatively and braced herself against the door jam, offering up her ass, murmuring about what a ‘nasty little slut’ she wanted to be for me, between gulps of whiskey. I had no objections, instinctively running my fingers down her belly and into her deeply. She groaned again, as though sensually soothed, nestling her bare rump into me. It was my turn to get my drink on, as she wiggled and wagged against me, she handed the bottle to me. One handed, I found the clasp of her dress that allowed it to collapse off her figure. She shivered as I took a swig and probed her to squirming. I watched her respond, enjoying her abandon. Taking another swig, I whispered with warm whiskey breath into her ear, “Such a slut… watch yourself being nasty” I directed her to our reflections in a large mirror, turning her toward it to see my busy slippery fingers working in and out of her. Her eyes fluttered in ecstacy as I puppeted her naked form into a dance of climaxing. As she sunk to the floor, pulling me down with her, I trickled some brown liquid onto her breasts to cool her off… and quench my thirst from them. She held onto my head as I nursed each damp breast clean, then grabbed the bottle to douse her quivering lips below, soon guiding me to taste the heady mix of liquor and her. “Admit it, ‘slut’ is your favorite flavor” She didn’t need an answer as my tongue dove deep, my lips preoccupied with sucking on the tender nub that throbbed in time with my own hearbeat. Her moaning grew louder, the deeper I plunged. My own dress had fallen from my shoulders, so she tugged at it to pull me into position to lavish kisses between my thighs. I straddled her backwards, never losing a drop of her addictive ambrosia from my lips. She dribbled a mouthful of whiskey onto me to lap it up thirstily, before slowly stroking me with the neck of the warm bottle. Occasionally breaching my folds with the slickened rim amplified my own probes into her wanting void. The sight of my immediate responsiveness and the feel of my over-stimulated tongue drove her over the edge, screaming my name in gratitude. The score was 2 orgasms for the slut, and none for me. She had consumed more Jack, but was still mindful of the inbalance. Offering me the bottle once more, I took a large chug, savoring the taste of me on the rim. She smiled wickedly as she switched on our favored vibrator, and wormed it between my thighs. I opened wide to accept the pulsing device as she finessed it knowingly. She taunted my readiness… “Whore wants more?” The warmth of the whisky soothed my throat and blunted my brain as I sat back to relish her technique, slurring “Do your bessht, sssslut.” My first orgasm came the moment she added sloppy kisses to the soft buzzing now deeply embedded inside me. She did not seem surprised or unrelenting in her pursuit of perpetuating my aftershocks toward a second and third release. My moaning was ceaseless, pierced by howls of pleasure, egging her on to deplete me of conscious thought… to join her in pure primal lust. I don’t remember much, losing count of the climaxes I survived alone and those we shared, falling into an oblivion of delirious dreams. Upon waking, or regaining consciousness from a faint, I found her between my thighs, tenderly lapping at my swollen lips. I quietly watched her in the mirror grooming me as a mother cat does her kittens. Soothed and simultaneously aroused by her dedication, I reached down to stroke her hair as I spread my legs wider. She looked up and playfully whispered “Greedy whore” between tongue strokes. I pulled her on top of me, pinching her nipples, as I kissed her in gratitude. She gasped in delight at the pain she craved, whimpering expectantly when she heard a familiar buzz, then again, lower as she felt it eased between our makeshift sex sandwich. We watched each other’s eyes widen and close, face to face, as we ground against the vibrator, jockeying for optimal stimulation. She was owed and in need of several more, so I continued to tug at her nipples while tongueing her ear, “Let’s even the score… slut”

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We spent the day in and out of bed, and each other… partially dressed to tease the insatiable pleasures to come. My lacy camisole was long enough to hint at the absence of panties underneath. He appreciated my seductive little dances, wagging my backside and bending over briefly so he might catch a glimpse of the dew between my thighs. A delicious enticement that worked its magic on his body’s resolve to inhabit me yet again. The loose fly of his boxers was often breached to release himself from its confines to ease his girth into my wanting depths throughout the day. At this moment, while he watched me gyrate and undulate for him on the low leather sofa, his excitement beckoned to me, full mast, patient for my arrival to straddle and slide into place. Once I succumbed to the promise of full, deep penetration and approached him, he dared me to tease us both… let my nether lips kiss just the tip of him for as long as I could resist. He had no intention of losing his erection, if anything it would likely enhance its duration. I adored a challenge almost as much as I yearned for the fullness of him deep inside me, so I steadied myself as I lowered myself to hover. Our eyes locked, playfully affectionate, toying with ourselves in a new tortuous game. He leaned back against the leather, without thrusting upward into me as I grazed him tentatively. Our eyebrows raised in unison at the delicious sensation of his flesh dampened by my juicy folds. I puckered to envelop the slightest bit of him and slid it along the length of me, swabbing the moisture evenly. Lowering my crouch, I brought his straining head into me, incrementally, tingling with a familiar anticipation of him much deeper inside me. Denying myself the gratification, I flexed upwards and away, to lose contact, only to return to kissing the now wet head with my own moist flesh. It took everything I had to hold back from impaling myself on his prodigious rigidity… to fill myself completely. He whispered, that he would be more than ready whenever I surrendered… but he was enjoying this form of torment. “Makes me want you more than ever…” I eased the tip in, quivering with my desire and denial, twisting around it for the fullest stimulation without taking it further. My whimpers were betraying my ability to resist as I shifted perceptibly to take a bit more of him. Reflexively opening wider for his entry, I felt myself flood with excitation and he groaned appreciatively. “Darlin’, you’re body knows what’s good for you…” He was harder than I could remember and contributing to the slick swamp at our juncture. I pulled up and pushed down, repeatedly, pumping in the rhythm of our escalating panting. My insides ached with the memory of being filled to the hilt with his throbbing member. His moans were lower now, not flinching in his gaze into my eyes, urging me to hold out for a greater reward. He grasped my hips as he saw the pleading and faltering in my eyes, helping to tease my body on and off the tender point of contact. With each subtle movement our arousal reached a new level of need. I could feel my sex flexing to encircle and trap him, even with the smallest stronghold I gained. Swollen and sodden, my body begged for his full insertion, my eyelids fluttered as I felt an orgasm rising from the relentless stimulation and I howled in surrender, allowing myself to collapse down onto the girth that forged deep to meet my shuddering thunderous climax with his own.

[broadcastbabe]

I wore the red polka-dot scarf to identify myself at the agreed upon meeting place for our Tinder hook-up. I surveyed the crowd from a niche between the columns on the library steps fantasizing about what my brazen behavior would bring me this afternoon. Then I heard a deep voice behind me, as he grasped my hips, he whispered “Are you the girl who ordered hot steamy sex from a stranger?” The idea of it and my lurid intentions had me breathless as I gasped back. “Yes… are you the delivery boy?” He pulled me toward him to nestle against his already rock hard self. “Mmmmm, you came prepared. Eagle Scout?” His laugh was throaty as he pressed my ass against him, grinding slightly as he eased my skirt downward. I looked around to check if we were being observed, but the crowd below was occupied with a street crew dancing to a blaring boombox. His thumb was persistant in easing the skirt down over the arc of my ass, while his warm slender fingers snaked around my torso to delve past the elastic band and into my throbbing dripping core. “Oh baby, you are killing me… so wet… so ready for me?” I nodded as he kneaded me into needing him… even more. Gripping his ass, I anchored myself to him, urging his connection. He growled as he nuzzled my ear, obviously pleased with the compliance and swiftness of the circumstances. I turned slightly to meet his lips, breath already ragged and excited. I motioned to the skirt’s long zipper, as I reached behind to release his prodigious self from behind his own zipper. Granting him slickened access, he cradled my breasts to buttress himself as I bent forward to accept his swift and surgical onslaught. The first deep powerful thrust took my breath away, opening my eyes to the view of the oblivious crowd. Our public but secret, no-names sex thrilled me as he began announcing ‘how hot I was… how tight I felt… how wet I was… how amazing this was… how he had never been harder’ I moaned nonsense that agreed wholeheartedly in my excitement at his relentless pounding. He corralled the scarf, to prevent it from betraying our escapade by waving wildly in concert with our passionate coupling. In his grip, he pulled it back to choke me slightly and in an instant we were cumming with an implosion that collapsed us both to the ground, heaving and dazed at our good fortune and gratification. We looked at each other in amazement, strangers realizing this couldn’t be a fluke. He rose first to help me to my feet. It had to be a post-coital fascination… but damn! that kind of sex, especially with a stranger, was a rareity. I was tingling from my toes to the top of my head with one thought, one need… more. Was this to be a just a memorable once in a lifetime encounter? My heart sank as he tapped his phone for a few moments, wondering if he was already swiping through another Tinder search. He pocketed his phone and kissed me deeply to answer my question… “Just booked a room at the Plaza, will you join me for dinner and a sleepover?” I stroked my long scarf thoughtfully, then offered it to him like a leash. “Lead the way, you’re wish is my command.”

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Soaking in a warm bubblebath is his rare chance to be as slippery as he makes me. This afternoon had been a sexual endurance workout that left us both exhausted and likely aching in the morning. Still exhilarated, he suggests our best chance to ward off the pain is a tub full of hot soapy water. He slides his brawny body into the depths of the swirling warmth first and offers his hand to me in assistance from inside the tub. I step over the rim, steady in his grasp, when he pauses my descent to admire my curves and all the intimate places he had owned earlier. Turning me around to survey me from this lower vantage point, he growls his approval, before his hands grasp my ass to pull me down between his legs. The heat is soothing and I feel my sore muscles melt in his embrace, telling myself this recovery time is much needed. Once relaxed, he indulges himself again… compelled to cradle me possesively while slowly insinuating his fingers between my warm wet thighs. I gasp to urge him deeper, unable to resist a never-ending insertion of him into me.

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I hear you approach, growling with joy At the sight of me, prone, exposing my rump Your touch becomes a spank, such a bad boy You can not resist such a fine piece of plump

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My costume tonight is a thin coat of paint Artistically designed to arouse your senses If it’s not working or there’s a complaint I’m a blank canvas for your personal preferences

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I caress my breasts to feel their throbbing Biting my lip squelches a whimper You nibble my nips until I am sobbing I see you’re much harder, not limper

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The toy you inserted gives me a tickle Manning the remote to finesse my climax Bring me to the edge, then give me a giggle Perhaps this won’t be a night I can relax

[broadcastbabe]

Though I still adore wearing my jingley belt My belly-dancing days are now in the past With a swoosh of fabric, my presence is felt It announces my approach like a broadcast


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You look thirsty and a little hungry, so My ground rules will fill you with cheer You can nibble on me, above and below And chase your snacks down with this beer.

[broadcastbabe]

Red-headed angels are a rare sexy breed Their desires flirt with flames like Icarus Whenever their true gingery selves are freed They’re eager to be sexually generous

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I’m dressed to impress you and make you gape Is their much pain? Yes, I’m in the throes Barely able to walk, much less escape When bound up for you on tippy-toes

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In silky panties and lacy garters We dress to tantalize our Master Who enjoys what he considers starters To be stripped later… not such a disaster

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I didn’t expect to be hit by a wave It drenched me and shrunk my dress I can see that you want to misbehave And make me even more of a mess