Possibly Useless Information...Round 2

As promised, here is more little insights into The Naughty One. If you are interested in reading the first round, it is posted below.

The wildest sexual aid I have ever used was...a hairbrush handle. I was sort of in a pinch and the bristles against my clit were a whole new realm of sensations. I wonder what ever happened to that brush...

The most pleasure I have ever had with a foreign object was...some sort of a toy. I haven't had many (maybe three or four), but I'm currently enjoying a g-spot vibe. I'm on a quest to squirt.

The last sexual request I refused was...hmm, it has been a while since I said no, but I think it was probably coming on my face. I don't mind the neck (or if I'm being oral my mouth and chin) down, but something about having cum in my nose and eyes seems degrading. I don't participate in facials often.

The last sexual request someone refused me was...I haven't been denied. I've been lucky to have a willing partner!

The thought of making love during pregnancy makes me...twitchy. Not having been pregnant before I don't know for sure, but I've heard that a lot of women feel pretty darn sexy during pregnancy. Besides, I just think it would add a level of closeness and intimacy to the love making.

The thought of making love during "that time of the month" leaves me...again twitchy. With the exception of possibly the first day of TTOTM, I'm pretty revved up. I'm not sure how happy I'd be with guy that wasn't okay with earning his red wings.

My favorite fantasy involving a hot tub is...naked slippery foreplay. I'm not exactly a water-sex kind of girl.

My favorite fantasy involving a romantic location is...a secluded bungalow on the beach with a big bed with cool, crisp sheets, and the windows open so a breeze is blowing in and we can hear the waves on the beach (since my last cruise I've turned into such a beach girl...)

My favorite fantasy involving a famous man is...Tim Gunn (yes, I know he is gay, but still...I can't explain my fascination with him.)

My favorite fantasy involving a man I know is...him and me in that bungalow on the beach

My favorite fantasy involving a woman I know is...well as a general rule I'm not into women, but if I was, I'd probably be fantasizing about a blogger friend (yep, she's linked) and indulging in some play with her and her man.

The last time a man tried to pick me up was...in March. I'd gone out for drinks with friends and I was asked for my phone number.

My favorite fantasy involving sex in a public place is...on my desk at work or the table near my desk.

The most public place I ever made love was...hmm, I'm not sure. Public places are still sort of a no-go zone for me.

When I finally lost my virginity, I was...in college.

I think the maximum number of men I am physically capable of making love to in a single day is...one...I'm a one at a time kind of girl. Now, that one and I would probably not let a moment of that day go to waste!

I really like having a tongue stuck in my...I'm torn! I want to say pussy. I also really get turned on by a tongue in my ear or sucking on my ear lobe.

I really hate having a tongue stuck in (between) my...toes! Kissing and sucking feet and toes do nothing for me.

Possibly Useless Information...Round 1

You, dear reader, are wonderful at boosting my ego when it comes to my "worry" body parts! I sincerely thank you for the positive comments on my ass...but I'm tired of looking at it. So, I decided to steal this sexy survey from Peggy over at Sex In Texas. Thanks, Peggy! If you only knew how addicted I was to things like this...

The first time I heard about sex, I thought it was...gross! A boy is going to put his what in my where?! It wasn't until a friend's sleep-over party and her brother "flashed" us that I really got curious. Been curious ever since!

My first experience with self stimulation was...oh gosh I don't remember! I know it was probably around middle school...

The furthest I have ever gone in a parked car was...a blowjob, in a suburban, in a park...first place I discovered I had "blowjob talent"!

The first method of contraception I ever used was...A condom – the very first time! I usually start out with condoms (even though I hate them they are a necessity) but after a while I switch to something else (usually...Depo).

When a man tells me a dirty joke, it usually makes me...laugh! I have a somewhat dirty sense of humor. Right up there with loves me as is, employed, and likes kids is gotta have an off sense of humor!

The first time I had an orgasm, I thought I was...going to pass out. I was holding my breath and very intent on focusing. Later I learned just how much more intense it was if I did breath!

The grossest person I have ever shared a bed with was...uhh, well I haven't shared a bed with someone who I thought was gross. I'm kind of particular...

The rottenest thing I ever did to escape having to make love was...pretend I was fixing to throw up.

The excuse I most often hear for not making love is...I'm worn out. I'm not used to being turned down often, but I have heard that one the most. It is probably one I give the most too. Sometimes being a grown up is demanding and I want to just sleep at night.

My favourite method of flirting is...playing hard to get. Okay, maybe it is wrong, but there is nothing wrong with making him work for it. Then, once he's got me...I like dirty talk or having words or phrases that mean something to only us.

The most I have ever "come on" with a girlfriend's man was...I try really hard not to do that at all. If it doesn't belong to me I shouldn't be coming on to it. Also, I'm not good at sharing so I wouldn't want one of my friends coming on to my man.

I believe I am dressed the sexiest when I am wearing...cotton panties. I'm a panties girl! I have pairs that make me feel down right sexy, put me in a playful mood, boost my self-confidence, and just keep me comfortable. I love panties!

If I ever surprised my man in the act of self-stimulation, I would probably...watch! Or ask if I could help in any way...I like to help too!

If I were to describe male sexual equipment in one word, it would have to be...FUN!!!! (I stole this answer, but it is so good!)

The thought of making love to two men at the same time really makes me... kind of twitchy. I'm not sure I'd ever do it, but the thought of having all that attention on me...what girl wouldn't be twitchy with that thought!

If I were to estimate how often I fantasize about making love to a strange man, it would be...hardly ever. I really don't pick random men. I like to fantasize about the ones I know! Lately one in particular...

If my friends all decided to skinny dip, I would probably...hem and haw, but then join in. The first time I did it I dropped my suit as I was wiggling out of it in the water and had to dive down and retrieve it. I haven't done it again since.

If my mate and I were sharing a hotel room with another couple who started to make love, I would probably...listen for a bit and then give them a run for their money!

If on a first date the subject of birth control came up, I would...talk it through. You're not getting inside of me without that conversation first anyway.

While making love to my mate, I sometimes fantasize about...different situations we could be in, but mostly I just enjoy the connection and those wonderful sensations.

If a stripper gave me the opportunity to remove his/her last piece of clothing I would...if the stripper was my lover I'd remove it! If it was just a stripper...well, I'm sort of a snob when it comes to that line of work so I would probably tell him/her to keep it on.

If I had to wear a costume to make love, I would dress as...the naughty school girl...

If my lover agreed to wear a costume of my choice before making love, I would choose...something button down and with a tie. What can I say...I have a thing for the business look.

Good grief! This thing is long so I'm going to break it up. There will be more tomorrow...

When It Comes To Sex...

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Coming Awake

I like to think this is sexy. Or maybe it is just selfish! Either way, I wouldn't have any objections to it becoming a reality.

He awoke to the curve of his lover's ass pressed to his side. Her toes were curled against his calf. While he didn't care to always be her extra pillow, it was nice to know that even relaxed in sleep her body craved the touch of his. Leaning up on his arm, he reached over her and gently tucked a strand of tousled hair behind her ear. The movement cause her to sigh and shift more into him, but she didn't wake up.

She'd gone to bed in panties and one of his t-shirts. He didn't quite understand her need to sleep in pajamas, but he liked talking her out of them. The soft material of the shirt had ridden up her stomach. He laid his warm hand on her soft belly and rubbed. He inched his fingers up to her breasts. Reaching out, he brushed his knuckles over the small mound. He could feel her nipple pull tight despite the layer of material separating her from his fingers. She stirred and he looked up to her face.

Blinking, she slowly came awake. He continued to stroke her body. She smiled and shifted her thighs.
“Morning baby.” he whispered against her neck.
Mumbling something similar, she closed her eyes and arched her back as she stretched. She turned her head to meet his mouth. His lips teased and sucked at hers. She opened her mouth under his and allowed his tongue to sweep inside. Their tongues mated in a way that had her lower body responding with a slow throb. Pulling back slightly, she whispered his name against his lips.

His hand swept up the material of the shirt to expose her breasts. The tips were beginning to crinkle and her nipples were hard points against his palm. She shifted slightly and grabbed for the hem. With a quick pull, the shirt was off her skin and on the floor. Her hands reached to cup her own breasts.
“No.” The harsh command stopped her short. The desire in his eyes and the pleasure she knew he took from bringing her body pleasure had those hands stroking up his chest instead.

His head was lowering to her breasts as her hands cupped his neck. Arching her back high, she presented him her breasts. He caught one swollen nipple in his mouth and sucked strongly. She felt the pull of his mouth deep in her womb. Crying out, she lifted her hips in a silent plea. Without breaking the seal he had on her breast, he slipped his hand under the band of her panties. Sliding his hand around her hips, the panties slipped down. Grabbing the now damp crotch, he pulled them off her legs.

After giving her a hard, wet kiss, he began to lavish the same attention to her other nipple. The low throb between her thighs was becoming an ache. Again, she reached for her body. His fingers quickly wrapped around her wrist halting her move to provide some relief. He placed a sharp bite on the swell of her breast.
“No, means no Darlin'.”
“Then touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“Between my legs. Touch me there...please.”

He wedged one large hand between her thighs and stroked. Her swollen flesh was already slick and wet. She was hot and arching into his touch. Without much care, he pushed three fingers into her, hard and deep. She gasped at the rough entry and then moaned as he began to walk those fingers along the soft walls of her pussy. She ground against his thrusting fingers.

She was so responsive to his touch. Her body was soaking his fingers while her nails dug into his chest. Leaving her nipples wet and hard, he took her mouth hungrily as he increased the tempo of his fingers inside her pussy. She whimpered and moved against him, trying to ease the pressure that was building deep inside. Far too soon, he felt the tightening of her body around his fingers.

“That's my girl. Come for me.”

He still had his fingers pressed deep inside of her as she became shaky and relaxed back into the pillows. She sighed and licked her lips. Bringing his fingers to her mouth, she sucked them inside. Her tongue swirled around his fingers, lingering on the knuckles as she cleaned his hand. He pulled his wet fingers from her mouth and held her chin.

Winking, she asked, “My turn?”
With his cock and his lust for her surging, he murmured, “Yeah...”

Patience Is A Virtue

I wrote this story not long ago and it has since become one of my absolute favorites! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

They relaxed together on the couch. They each were enjoying the pleasure of just being in the other's company. With all the stress and busyness of the week they had basically fallen into bed and gone straight to sleep each night. She wasn't even sure she'd kissed him goodnight last night. Deciding to catch up on some pleasure time with him, she pulled the pillow out from under her head and tossed it on the floor. Then she turned onto her back and let her knees come up. She guided the hand that had been comfortably resting on her thigh to the soft curve of her belly.

Placing the laptop on the end table next to the couch he shifted slightly. Looking down at her, he allowed the corners of his mouth to tilt upward. It was easy to read the desire and playfulness in her eyes. She tilted her neck as he bent down to place a soft kiss on her lips. Her mouth relaxed as his took control; his tongue slipping between her lips and touching the fleshy part of her cheek. A fine tingle began to make it's way down her spine to the gathering dampness in her panties.

She laced her fingers through his and let her thighs part. Together they slipped their hands into her panties. His fingers slowly curled into the soft hair guarding her center. Using pressure to communicate her need to be touched on a deeper level, she led fingers to her already slick slit. He pulled his fingers free of hers and pulled the hem of the shirt up over her breasts. She moaned her disapproval to which he simply grinned. Her breasts were small in size, but he adored them. His fingers began to tease the already puckering flesh around her nipples. He could feel each breath she took.

With her hand still in her panties, she began to squirm. He reached for her wrist to stop the touch.. She needed to take the edge off and he wanted to draw the pleasure out.

“I can take care of myself.”
“Not as well as I can.”

With that promise, he shifted off the couch. She went up on her elbows to stare at him. He held out his hand to her needing her to let him fulfill that promise. She sat up and placed her hand in his. With a soft tug, he pulled her to her feet. He bent his head and kissed her. It was gentle, but it conveyed that he understood her need for something very ungentle. She sighed and he moved his mouth down the side of her neck, nuzzling and nipping with his teeth and teasing with his tongue. Liquid heat pulsed between her thighs. Without speaking, she let him lead her to their bed.

Stopping at the edge, her impatient fingers found the hem of his shirt and pulled upward. He allowed the shirt to be pulled over his head and thrown to the floor. She reached for her shirt, but his hands stopped her. He loved her enthusiasm but wanted to draw out the pleasure for both their sakes. He was just as hungry for her as she was for him, but he'd learned the benefits of taking one's time.

He pushed his body into hers urging her to sink back onto the bed. She immediately began to scoot back crab style to the middle of the bed. Deciding to give into her demanding nature he hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and pulled. She raised her bottom to speed up the process. As soon as her panties hit the floor, he returned for his shirt. Her hands were already raised above her head and she had a saucy smile on her face.

“Patience is a virtue baby.”
“It isn't one of mine...”
“Lucky for us, it is one of mine.”

The shirt quickly joined her panties on the floor. He pushed his sweats down and kicked them away. She lay back with her thighs slightly parted and her hands above her head. He simply looked. She met his gaze, letting all her need show in her eyes. Desire for this woman hit him with a brutal blow. He needed her. He needed to be inside her and surrounded by her. He loved her body. He loved the shape and texture. He laid down next to her and let his hand rest heavily on her lower stomach. He took her mouth, gentle at first, savoring the taste of her as his tongue tangled with hers. She sighed as she relaxed into him, her body trusting his to take care of every need, moving against him in silent plea. “Such a temptation,” he whispered against her mouth.

Knowing that she found kissing the most enjoyable form of foreplay, he continued to take her mouth as he touched all parts of her body. He did it to heighten both their arousal. It worked. He could sense her arousal heighten, knew it was for him alone. The look of utter need in her eyes was for him and it was powerful. Her tongue slid over his skin before she whispered his name in a heated caress.

He moved between her thighs, the tip of his hard cock resting against her now drenched center. He didn't move his hips, though her hips were arching trying help his cock find its way inside her body. With his weight resting on his arms, he began to trail his mouth down her body. He was deliberately slow as he brought his hot mouth to her breast. He took the hard tip inside. Alternating between both breasts, he was both rough and gentle, slow and fast, a bite of sensual pain eased by a soothing stroke of his tongue. Her body was arching and moving against his. “You have to do something,” she pleaded.

She murmured something hot and erotic and very unladylike. His body throbbed in response. She met his eyes with a look that said she was at the edge. She'd endured as much as she could. She silently begged for mercy. Lifting away from her, he stared down into her eyes as he leaned forward and slowly pushed his cock into her. The connection between them tightened as she closed her delicate flesh around him. His body began a rhythm that finally matched her need for hunger. She slid her fingers down his back, cupping his ass as he thrust deeper into her wet center.

She felt her body tighten all too soon. The tiny clutches around his cock caught them both by surprise. He'd wanted to come with her, but she was too close. He increased the tempo until she arched in his arms. Holding still, he let her climax wash around him. Each pull of her tight, wet body was the most incredible form of torture. He gripped her hips, holding her down as he thrust into her twice more. Finally, he let his body have control. His release was intense. Heat curled up his spine and settled low in his belly as her tight pussy gripped and milked ribbons of hot semen from his body.

He was right, she couldn't take care of herself like this.

The Concert

I'm not exactly up with the times when it comes to technology. I just got an iPod for Christmas, but it has turned out to be my favorite new toy! Well, of the non-sexual variety. Anyway, I love to sing like I'm a rock star while I'm driving. During one such "concert" the idea for this story came together. I was listening to a song by Cher and I've included a few hints as to the title of the song. Brownie points to you if you can figure out what song I was inspired by! Also, the last several stories were ones that I already had in my repertoire, but this is a brand new one! I really like the way it turned out. I hope y'all do too!


Loud and off key singing greeted him as he walked in the door. He loosened his tie as he followed the noise to the bedroom door. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the door frame and simply watched.

His lover was dancing around the bedroom using her iPod as a microphone. Her eyes were closed and she was singing at the top of her lungs some song by Cher – something about a prayer. He didn't have a prayer as he watched her spinning and shaking her lush curves in pink and purple striped panties and one of his white dress shirts she'd commandeered. Every time she'd raise her arms the hem would allow him a glimpse of her panties-covered bottom. He did so enjoy her ass.

Just as he was fixing his gaze on that ass, she turned and spotted him watching her. She let out a screech and immediately tried to pretend she hadn't just been doing her best pop star dance. He chuckled and started toward her. Her cheeks flaming, she turned and presented him her back. He slipped his arms around her – his forearm pressing under her breasts.

“Don't stop on my account.” he whispered as he moved a silky lock of hair behind her ear. For a moment she was still and he wondered if her embarrassment was going to get the best of her. Then she pushed her generous curves back against him. Slowly she began to rock her hips. Bringing his hands to her hips, he slowly began to bunch the crisp cotton, exposing her soft thighs and those panties.

For several minutes they moved in an erotic dance, stroking and teasing. His cock was a firm pressure against her thinly covered ass. She rocked back against his cock, lifting on her toes to stroke him. Letting a soft sigh pass her lips, she turned in his arms.

“Hey baby.”
“Hey yourself. Isn't that my shirt?”

She smiled and backed out of his embrace. Playing with the top button she chewed her bottom lip and gave him a saucy wink.

“Yeah. Want it back?” she teased as the first button slipped free. As her fingers moved from one button to the next his cock throbbed with each glimpse of her breasts and the curve of her soft belly. With a shrug the shirt became a heap of material around her feet. She loved watching his eyes darken as he took in her almost naked form.

“If you want it then come take it.”

The low growl in his throat as he advanced on her said he knew she wasn't talking about a shirt. Coming closer, his hands closed around her upper arms. She gasped at the tightness. Turning her around, he urged her up on the bed. His fingers trailed down her back stropping at the edge of her panties. She wiggled against his hands.

“Stay still.”

She turned her head to watch him, but she obeyed and stayed on her hands and knees. He quickly rid himself of his shirt, pants, and briefs. His cock was jutting away from his stomach; a shine already forming on the tip. Licking her lips she stared greedily at his cock.

“Later.”

Her pout gave way to a smile as he moved behind her. Leaning down he trailed wet, eating kisses along her back. His tongue sent licks of fire straight to her pussy. He nibbled along the band of her panties; his hands stroking down the side of her thighs.

“Take them off me.”
“No.”
“Okay, I'll take them off.”
“I said no.”

He punctuated the command with a sharp slap on her ass. She reached down and slid the wet crotch of her panties to the side. The slide of fabric across her swollen flesh pulled a moan from her throat. Reaching between her thighs she slowly spread her folds; opening herself to him. Her clit was swollen and pink, pulsing gently. His fingers dug into her ass.

“Like it? My pretty little puss?”

She stroked herself slowly and deliberately. Her words had the desired effect. He slid his hands up her back and around to cup her aching breasts. Rolling her nipples, he filled her with a swift stroke. She cried out his name and he groaned as her wet, tight pussy surrounded him. He was hot and thick inside of her.

Quickly catching his rhythm, she rocked back on his cock. The wet sound of her pussy and the slap of his abdomen on her ass caused his control to snap. He drove harder into her body. Her back arched as the tip of his cock stroked her at just the right angle. Leaning over her, he tongued her spine, following it with a soft scrape from his teeth. Her breathing was coming harsh and fast.

“Baby...please.”

He knew she was at the edge and he wasn't far behind her. Sinking his teeth deep into her shoulder he gave her what she was craving – his mark. The gesture of possession shredded her last bit of control. She throbbed around his cock; her release grabbing at him. Stiffening and holding himself deep inside of her, he growled his release into her ear.

With shaking hands he smoothed her hair off her neck and placed a gentle kiss on her temple.

“I guess you don't have to look no more.”

Giving into the soft giggles she sank to the bed.

“I guess you're right.”