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i am lying in my big empty bed….thinking of you,

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After walking through the mall….going from shoe store to shoe store, I was about to give up on my search for the perfect pair of red shoes.
I’d come to the last shoe store….it was very small, so i made the assumption that i was not going to find any red shoes today that I liked…..the young salesman came right over to me as I entered….mmmmmmm, I thought…..perhaps this is the right place after all!
He was so hot! (and so was I!)  I could feel him looking at my long legs….my petite feet….
I told him what I was looking for, he knew right away which shoes to bring me…even the correct size!
i sat in the chair, as his hands removed my sandals….i felt a rush….my pussy, getting moist from his tender young touch…
His hands, caressing my feet….holding my leg….exploring with his eyes….his deep blue, bedroom eyes….
i caught a glimpse of his growing bulge, his sweet lips, his warm hands….
he looked up at me, and said, “may I?” How could I resist I thought to myself, as I nodded yes!
He proceeded to lick my perfectly painted pink toes….sucking on them, i had the urge to jerk off his jeans…
he must of had the same urge, because not a second later he was pulling them down and tossed them to the floor….his rigid cock was huge and throbbing….
he slipped the slutty red shoes onto my feet….rubbing his cock across them….
i knew he wanted to cum….I wanted him to cum, shit, I wanted to cum! He was young and hung! I couldn’t resist…
i stroked him, easy at first….then I became aggressive, taking total control, as I licked him teasingly, then stroking him….
hard and harder until I couldn’t handle it anymore, I wanted that load! His warm, sticky load squirting and oozing all over those red naughty shoes….
his face turned a bright red, he lowered his head and quietly said that he had never done that before, and that he was very embarrassed by his actions. With the touch of my hand to his face, I told him I would like to take the shoes.
I kissed him tenderly then paid for the red shoes. As I was walking out the door, I told him I would seem him same time next week, that I will be in search of a black pair of shoes as I lipped my lips!
It turned out to be perfect shoe shopping day after all!

P.S. Yes, I do have a bit of a foot and shoe fetish….call me and we can share the fetish together!

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i woke up this morning all sweaty….i had such a realistic dream that i was in a nasty pool hall with 20 hungry, horny men….

i was wearing a teeny tiny denim mini skirt with no panties because it was so humid….

my little white tee shirt was clinging to my hard nipples and i knew what the men wanted

me to do…

i picked my stick….pool stick, that is….bent over as far as i could, and hit the cue ball so hard that it bounced off the table and hit this tall dark dude right in the balls!

Well, he came over to me, picked me up and threw me on the table, where he pulled my skirt up, threw my tee over my head…and proceeded to play with my pussy….

all the other men watched with excitement, their pant’s bulging with anticipation, as he dropped his pants, took out his hog and pounded me so hard that i screamed…..with passion….pinching my hard nipples, milking them….

before i knew it, one by one, they all removed their pants….forced me to suck each cock, and then drove it deep inside my ass….oh…i loved it…

the way they grabbed my head and held me down..forcing me to submit to their needs…

i realized i was being gang raped, every hole filled….and when they were done with me, i was made to lick up the mess, every drop, every piece….

then, they took my pool stick and violated my pussy with it, shoving it as deep as it would go….

when i awoke, i had my big fat cock dildo deep in my pussy and had the best orgasm i have had in a long time….

i’m wet and waiting for you!

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i was so lucky to spend the weekend at the beach….ummmmmmm…i had a great time…

went bar hopping with a few of my best girl friends, danced the night away!

let me tell you what i was wearing….
the first night it was chilly, so i had on my bad ass black boots, a pair of really tight jeans….a sexy red blouse, with more than enough cleavage showing…lol…

didn’t pay for a single cocktail all weekend…

the second night, it was warmer, so i pulled out my micro-mini black skirt, the one that every time i bent over to play pool…..well, you can guess what peeked out!
yes, my ass cheeks….black lace crotchless hose, and my 5 inch heels….tiny little off white shirt, which showed off my hard pink nipples…..

the last night we all stayed in and wore p.j.’s….partied with our new friends..
i know you are wondering if anybody got lucky…well, you will have to either email me or call me to find out!

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In generations past, sex was always a taboo subject. For our Grandparents and probably our parents and maybe even for some of our older clients, it was a subject that was whispered about behind closed doors, not to be discussed in public – sinful and shameful and very much frowned upon.

I’m glad we’ve gotten over this now.  Being able to talk about sex more openly allows for sex education, sexual health clinics and free and open discussion about sexual rights – good things one and all.

But the best thing about sex being an acceptable topic of conversation is that you get to hear sex stories. I loves me a good sex story. The ones that make you squirm, the ones that make you laugh, the ones that turn you on, the ones that cause large amounts of high-fiving and “dirt-off-your-shoulder”-style hand actions. The really good ones you can dine out on for ages. The brilliant ones that you can’t believe happened in real life.

For example,  I know several people who are official members of the Mile High Club. I know someone who’s got a blow job on the Pyramid stage at Glastonbury (not during a performance, but still).  I even know someone who’s done it in the aquarium at Pier 49 in San Francisco.*

Now, I’m not talking about gossiping about people behind their backs: “So-and-so is such a slut, you’ll never guess what she did…” That’s reserved for an entirely different sub-set of people. The point of telling sex stories is to relate to each other, to empathise – and to be proud of yourself and your sexual antics. It’s something we always associate with men – that whole “go on my son, get in there” kind of mentality. But the truth is that there’s nothing to be ashamed of in taking pride in your sexuality, regardless of what sex you are.

It’s also a good way of learning from other people’s mistakes. The story about the tongue piercing, where it’s all fun and games until someone loses their foreskin? The story about that time you were really nervous about screwing the hot guy in your office so you decided to drink yourself into a state of courage and ended up drinking yourself into passing out halfway through?

It’s an even better way of working out when it’s all gone wrong in an entirely different way.  It’s sometimes hard to tell when you’ve crossed a line or when someone else has – and it often needs the perspective of another person to make the distinction or point out where you went wrong. Two guys in one night? Half the Starting Line of your high school football team? Your boss? Your boss during promotion season? Your teacher?

Finally, especially when it’s all gone horribly, it can feel so good to laugh at your own misfortune with someone else. That time you decided to visit your boyfriend at the office in only a coat and a thong and then his boss invited you all out for drinks?!

And that’s probably how sex ended up getting un-taboo-ed in the first – with people telling stories. Human beings are natural born storytellers – we just can’t help ourselves. Our lives are filled with stories, about both the real and the imagined and we use them to learn, to grow, to entertain, to influence, to change, to move forwards and to remember what was. We are also inherently social creatures as well – knowing our own stories is nothing compared to the pleasure we get in sharing them. And like I said, I love a good sex story, so that works out great for me!

In an ideal world there would be no taboo subjects, nothing that could never ever be discussed. That’s not the case – and even though we talk about sex more these days, we still don’t talk about it enough. The solution is to keep talking about it.  Even if you can only talk about it with us, just keep doing it!

It used to be that no gal would ever want to be called a “cougar.” A Canadian slang word, it was originally a derogatory term for older women at bars who would go home at the end of the night with any “leftovers.”

So what makes the cougar such a fascinating creature now?

While the term “cougar” is occasionally used for women in their 30s dating men at least eight to 10 years their junior, it typically refers to women over 40 who are:

— Very attractive and in super shape;

— Into working out and staying fit;

— Well-educated and cosmopolitan;

— Confident and empowered, especially when it comes to their sexuality.

In the old days, cougars were known to travel in packs. But these days, they’re venturing far beyond their cougar dens, and quite often solo. They can be found “preying” at the same places younger women do — health clubs, concerts, sports stores, sporting events, bars, grocery stores, home improvement stores. … And they can be anybody.

According to Ilona Paris, author of “Hot Cougar Sex,” there are four major types of cougars:

Power Cougars — Often sporting a power suit, this highly educated woman needs to be discreet about her trysts, given that she’s often “busting balls” in the boardroom or hanging with the big guys.

Intellectual Cougars — This bright lady is the sort you’ll find reading in a bookstore café, dabbling in philosophical debates or looking to shape society via the media.

Unexpected Cougars — This quiet and demure woman is the sort you’d never expect to seduce someone too young to remember when Madonna was ‘like a virgin.’

Divorcée Cougar — Having just gotten out of a marriage that lasted into the double digits, this woman is rearing to go and wants zero attachment.

I’ve also heard of cougars who are of “puma” status. These over-40 women are the Bond girls of cougars: breathtaking beautiful, with sexy foreign accents, wardrobes to die for, and ultra chic.

Yet whether puma or cougar, she seems to have it all, and she knows it. She’s not after attachment. In fact, she quite embraces her status as a single woman. She’s not after money. After all, she’s independent and financially stable.

So what could she possibly want in a younger man? Her hunt is about feeling good, ageless and desirable. She prefers the younger man’s energy, especially that it’s not weighed down by baggage. She’s looking for fun. And best yet, she has no qualms about turning eye candy into arm candy.

She doesn’t care what others think — and neither do what’s come to be known as “cougar hunters.”

These men love that she’s sexy, in control and secure with herself. They’re drawn to her confidence, sexual experience, and sex appeal. They are aroused by the fact that she’s less inhibited and more sexually mature than women their own age. She knows what she wants and likes in bed, and she’s not afraid to show him.

It’s hard to gauge if cougars are a trend or if they’re here to stay. Some people feel that society has made great strides in finally overcoming a dating double standard. Hugh Hefner has flaunted his Playboy bunnies for decades; now she can now have her boy toys, too.

Sexy or not, the cougar’s purr has become a roar. Entire industries are catering to this feline’s every need, as well as those of her admirers. There are dating Web sites, personals, porn sites, upcoming TV shows … even Real Cougar Woman Radio — all turning her den into a dynasty.

Flip through any celebrity magazine, and you’ll notice that it’s the over-40 crowd owning the pages. Walk down any street, and you’ll see cougars turning heads. If you’re brave enough to play with this cat, know that she adores having her ego stroked. And know that she’ll bite if you ask about her beauty secrets — or her age.