Today is Veronica’s birthday, the big 4-0. Several weeks ago, I managed to arrange for her mother to come watch the kids last night so that I could take her away. Little did my mother-in-law know that I also arranged for a friend of our to join us for the night.

Veronica tweeted something earlier today about first pussy and then bacon for breakfast. I’d say that’s a pretty good way to start the day on your 40th birthday, wouldn’t you?

The tiara? That was from one of Veronica’s co-workers, she couldn’t resist wearing it for a bit when I got the camera out :-)

18-105mm lens at 18 mm, 1/50 sec at f/3.5, ISO 3200

I took about 25 photos in all, but this is the only one you get to see, but let me assure you, they were hot!

 

Featuring our model, Veronica!

Not a bad hotel suite for a Holiday Inn Express. Princess Persistent is sleeping on a fold-out in the other room and DB elected to stay at my moms. Veronica and I have a king bed (there’s plenty of room for company!), a jacuzzi tub in the room and a well-placed mirror on the wall.  Too bad we were too tired on Wednesday night to properly take advantage of the room, but there’s still Thursday night.

18-105mm lens at 24 mm, 1/13 sec at f/4.0, ISO 800

Aug 262010
 

Laying in bed, the morning light streams in between the blinds,
the suns rays warm my skin, in contrast to the cool blanket I’m laying on,
after spending the previous 2 days with Veronica, at that moment I couldn’t have been happier…

*Click-click* for another angle

Veronica is also featuring a photo from this morning, no going to the archives this week!

Happy HNT!

 

Veronica and I each had our little packing lists for our rendezvous in Dallas last weekend.

Leave it to me to forget a very important item.  Fortunately it was something Veronica could easily get while she waited for me to arrive!

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No, I wasn’t in her pussy ;-)
And no, the picture isn’t as explicit as suggested…

Click on the button to see who else is feeling Wanton this week!

Jun 262009
 

Back in late April I wrote Parts I and II of “Rendezvous”.  To be honest, I had kinda forgotten about coming back to finish the story.  And then the other day I received an e-mail, from the blogger friend who I wrote those pieces for.  Here is what she wrote:

I masturbated 3 times on Sunday and came REALLY HARD all three times.  The last time I imagined myself on my hands and knees on the bed, facing a mirror (yes, I like to watch) so that I could see my face, my breasts hanging down, swaying with the rhythm of you fucking me from behind.

As I imagine your cock sliding in and out of me I also imagine your face.  At times your eyes are closed as you just go quiet and enjoy the sensation of your bone being clenched tight and stroked firmly in my pussy.  You are grunting a little and I love to hear that.

At times your eyes are open and you are looking at me in the mirror.  Our eyes meet and we look at each other as you say sweet but naughty things to me.  I love it when you talk to me.  I love to hear you tell me what you want, tell me what you want to do to me, tell me how good it feels, how I drive you crazy.

You bend over me, laying your chest against my back.  You grab my tits and then go deeper into me, thrusting in hard, filling me up all the way until I yelp.  Then, you nuzzle my neck and say “I want to work my cock into your ass.”
I can barely speak I am so aroused, I have relaxed completely, I can feel that I am nearing the edge.  I groan in response but say “no, not yet,” and you growl a little.  You’re disappointed.  I say “oh, Sweetie, sorry” and then yelp again as you drive your cock into me again, slow, deep, but hard.  “Mmmmmmm” I say.  “My dildo is on the nightstand.  Try that.  I want you to be in both my holes.”

You seem content with that, and you reach to the bedside table for the dildo and lube sitting there.  “Lost of lube, baby.”  I say, and then feel the cool wet drops hit my rosebud, and then feel your fingers caressing me, working it in.

“Oh God, baby, that feel s’good.”  I wiggle with delight.  I’m losing my ability to form words and when you work just the tip of the silver vibe into my asshole I simply resort to moans.  Damn.  I love that feeling.  But, before you slide it all the way in you take it out again.

“Ok Kitten, I’m going to put my dick back in you now, and then I’m going to put this all the way in your ass.”

“Mmmm-hmmmm,” I agree, nodding my head against the bedspread because my chest and head are all the way lowered now, with just my ass up in the air, my pussy spread for you.

And then you tease my slit a bit with your fat head.  And then you tease my rosebud a bit with your fat head.  I love the feeling of your soft skin in contrast to the cool tip of the dildo.  I do want your cock in my ass, but I want to be ready.  I want you to be able to slide in slowly, and for it to feel tight, but not too painful.

You hold your head firm against my asshole and then in one smooth move you slide down, to my pussy, never breaking contact, and slide right in as I hiss with pleasure.  Once you are buried in me you thrust in and out gently a few times, and then place the head of the dildo against my ass and start to work it in.

First, just the tip, getting me open.

And then, slowly, oh so slowly, you begin to slide it into me.  I feel like I could lose consciousness it feels so good, each inch going deeper until I am filled.  Both pussy and ass.  You begin to work your tools in tandem.  Your cock thrusting into me at the same time as your hand slides the dildo into me, over and over, slowly at first and then I say “faster” and you pick up speed.  I can feel it rising, that wave deep inside, starting at my pussy, unfurling out into my body, and I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m screaming – it feels so good, I feel so thoroughly fucked, my body convulsing madly.  Oh fuck.  It lasts forever, but you keep me filled, prolonging the ecstasy.

Then after what seems like a long time of lying on the bed in a coma, you lying next to me, stroking my back and all the way down over my cheeks, I recover from what you just did to me and roll over.

“Did you cum?”  I ask.

“No.”

“Good.” I say, and roll you to your back and mount you.  “I can definitely keep going.”

I guess it’s my turn to write.  Thanks, my anonymous friend, for this little fantasy and for inspiring me to return to this tale.  Check back next Friday…

great ass

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