Lipstick 2
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Posted:Jul 17, 2015 8:19 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:30 am
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My addiction to this woman is undeniable. She has shown me a side of her that I could never have imagined. I absolutely love the lipstick that she wears -- like a flashy sexy drawing attention to herself--but just for me. Tonight, only for me.
After loving her pussy labia and clit overed in creamy lipstick, she eases herself away, takes the lipstick tube and grabs my cock in her long lovely fingers. Her wedding ring flashes at me and the enormous diamond that she wears tells me that she still needs more--more than she can get at home. Her diamond is so showy and big--she needs sex that is that big, as well--and she has chosen me to deliver for her.
Grasping my cock in her hand, she glides lipstick onto me in long smooth strokes up my cock and loading it up on the head. I am at absolute full extension and she paints me up in metallic flecked cream. She has me right where she wants me--like a brand new addict that cannot even think of saying no.
She then bends over and takes my cock into her soft mouth and sucks my creamy head. The pleasure sensations are immediate and severe and I do not believe that I can withstand her. After a number of minutes of her lustrous mouthing, I can't resist her any longer. I reach down, wrap my fingers in her smooth hair and pull her face away from myself. Her lips are smeared in her/our lipstick and I kiss her once again and our passion is at yet a new height. Our lips slide across each other and both of us hungrily consume everything that each of us brings forward. It is the greatest kiss I could ever have received.
She then grabs my hair, pulls me away from her and positions her hips above my waist and drops herself down onto my cock. I slide into her creamy pussy in a viscous smooth push. She is looking straight into my eyes as she pushes herself down around my cock. As we engage in a slow plunge, she looks at me as if to say, "Are you feeling this? This is fucking fantastic! Slowly now, Lover. Fuck me. Fuck this pussy!"
I slowly press into her as deeply as I can. She, again looks straight into my eyes and says to me, "I'm fucking cumming. I'm cumming for you. All over your hot cock, sweet Lover." My dick pushes down into the pool of warm cum that is building inside of her. I stretch down further into the bottom of her vagina and them withdraw. Over and over I slide throught the cream into her and drive myself into the depths of her sweet hole. Lipstick and cum cover both of us.
She then urges me to drive myself home inside of her. "I need to have you cum inside me--deep inside me. I need to own you--your cock, your cum, your sex is mine. I own you." I slam into her with all that I have over and over. She convulses, grabs my neck in her tight fingers and cums again. Her warmth surrounds my cock and I cum for her at the same time. She feels my release inside of her and looks into my eyes, as if to say, "I have you now inside me. I will never let you go. You are mine and I will have your sweet cum whenever I wish to have it."
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Lipstick
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Posted:Apr 26, 2015 7:20 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:30 am
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I am to have dinner with a mature woman that I’ve met on-line. When we meet, she is extremely attractive and wears very sexy and slutty clothes seemingly just to show me a thing or two. Her look and behavior just hypnotizes me. She already has her hook into me and she knows it. After dinner, she asks if I'd come back to her apartment for a drink and some more conversation. Once at her place and after a drink of two, she asks me what my favorite aspects of sex are. I tell her that I am extremely aroused by any chance to romance a woman's pussy with my hands, fingers, lips, mouth, tongue, and face. With that she leans back on the couch and says, "Then please, romance me. Have me the way you want me."
I unzip her tight white jeans and find her panties (leopard print!) are soaked and I ease her jeans and panties off of her. Her pussy is beautiful. She has puffy labia lips and is shaved smooth for me. I immediately smell her scent and it turns me absolutely into an animal. I spend the next 45 minutes licking, sucking, and mouthing her pussy and swollen clit. She is very sensitive and orgasms frequently. When she tells me she is going to cum, I press my face deep into her as she releases wave after wave of warm cum and we both get off on having her all over me. Her cum moistens my face and mouth and I am in heaven.
… She has just cum all over my face and, after recovering a bit from the sexual daze, she then takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. Her bed is a place of white satin and smells just like her. It smells strongly of that earthy fragrance that she wears – the scent that I am becoming addicted to -- like a Pavlov’s Dog. She then takes a lipstick tube and reapplies lipstick to her lustrous lips. It is a pale fleshtone lipstick with metallic flecks and it makes her look like the sexiest slut I have ever dreamed about. I tell her that just watching her apply her lipstick is a sexy turn-on for me. She then looks right at me and puts even more to her lips -- she loads it on! Then she leans over and kisses me and our lips slide across each other in such a sexy way that I become even more aroused. We keep kissing each other and her lipstick is enveloping both of our lips. I love the way her lips feel and how she tastes. My tongue swirls across her lips, sweeping up some of her sexy lipstick.
Then, she takes the lipstick tube and leans over and applies it to her pussy lips. She has this lustrous lipstick on her labia and I cannot believe it! I immediately drop to my knees and find her pussy with my mouth and penetrate her with my tongue. The lipstick that she has on her pussy lips is such a visceral turn-on. She then places her hands on the back of my head and presses me home inside her. I explore her insides with my tongue and rub her clit, covered in creamy lipstick with my fingers. Soon she cannot stand the pleasure heights and explodes again in a wave of cum. I have achieved a sexual high with this woman that I couldn’t have even imagined. She and I are now truly addicted to one another.
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Spy Game - ep. 3
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Posted:Apr 26, 2015 6:36 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:30 am
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... The next weekend, as I was headed off for a nice walk downtown, I noticed a note taped to my apartment door. It was just a white piece of paper with a two inch pink circular sticker affixed to it. The note said, FOLLOW ME, DARLING. My heart and loins reacted. What was I supposed to do, then? Was I going to drop whatever I was doing and look to follow these stickers, like a prey animal following bread crumbs? Of course I was. I looked at my watch and acknowledged that the rest of this morning was hers—it was her play. Looking around me, there was another sticker at the elevator, so my course was laid out for me. Heading down the elevator, I realized that if this were to lead to something, anything – if I were to be led somewhere to meet her, she’d have to be in “position A”, wherever that was, at the right time along with me. She’d have to know when I’d be following the trail. I knew that she had to be watching for me right then. She had to know when I found the note and started on my path, otherwise her timing would not be right. In fact, she had to have been watching me all morning and would know when I’d left the apartment. She had to have seen me somehow this morning! Why in the world had I/we not just exchanged phone nos. or eMails? I knew the reason, though. This was just the play she had wanted to run.
Creeped out, but intrigued and sexually charged, I was not going to let anything get in my way of completing this mission – whatever it was. Outside the building on a sign post was another pink sticker with an arrow pointing East. Simple, but effective, she was leading me along like a puppy searching for a treat. Needless to say, I spent the next 40 minutes walking along, following her lead obediently, but it was not leading to her apartment building. She was taking me somewhere else.
The “somewhere else” was getting seedier and seedier as I moved along. This was not a great part of town, so my guess of meeting at a nice café for brunch seemed to be amiss. Then the pink spots directed me down an alley between some buildings and then the alley turned to the right and dead-ended about a half block ahead. There was a person standing, smoking a cigarette at the far end. It was her. She was wearing a black raincoat, a wide brimmed hat, and her dark sunglasses. She looked as if she had been expecting me and had a very good idea when I’d be arriving. Walking straight to her and trying to look “normal”—whatever that was at this point, I saw her turn and look at me without changing her expression. She exhaled a bit of smoke sensually and then held a finger up to her glossy thick red lips to “hush me” as we stood in front of one another. It was clear that she did not want any words to be spoken, so I played along. Her fragrance was strong and earthy, just as I had known it to be. I was becoming a bit of a “Pavlov’s Dog”, as just that scent was enough to send me off into a sexual daze.
She then took her hat off, shook her wavy dark hair down to her shoulders and reached up to kiss me. Her kiss was a creamy soft open-mouthed kiss that was explorative and delivered with explicit sexual intent, We kept kissing for what seemed to be several minutes and then she stopped and whispered in my ear, “Don’t say anything, just be.” I was incredibly aroused by her and had become hard immediately. She then began to make love to my ear with her tongue and lips, stroking my hair affectionately, holding my head in position for her. She then reached down and untied the raincoat belt from her narrow waist and her coat fell open. Underneath her coat, she had on a black leather camisole and black satin panties.
Holding my head between her hands, she slowly pushed me down, allowing my lips to trace the surface of her camisole and skin until she had me positioned at her crotch. My face was being pushed into her sex. The satin panties were amazingly smooth, smelled strongly of her, and were sopping wet. I reached my hands underneath her coat and slid them around her smooth fit ass and pressed my face and mouth firmly into her panties. I began to suck at the fabric and tasted her through the smooth satin. She then slid her panties down and writhed a bit to get my mouth in perfect position for her. Her pussy was amazingly soft, slippery, and earthy. I spent the next 20 minutes tonguing and sucking her lips and clitoris. She spasmed and grabbed the back of my neck wrenching it as she orgasmed and released herself in a wave of warm cum.
She had pressed my face so deep into her that everything that she had was now mine. She had released herself completely all over my mouth and face. I was in heaven and ready for more, regardless of the fact that we were in this public space (in fact that added to the complete turn-on of the moment!) Abruptly, however, she grabbed me by the collar, stood me up, and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to call on you again, David, but for now, I want you to stay right here, count to 200 and then you can leave. Do not attempt to follow me.” She walked away and before she went out of sight, stopped, lit a cigarette, took a deep draw, looked back at me, and then was gone.
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Spy Game continues ... ep. 2
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Posted:Apr 26, 2015 6:26 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2015 6:36 am
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... One of the joys of my life in the city is being able to walk to my office from my apartment building. One day in returning home from work, in my mailbox I found stuffed into the small space, along with the daily mail, a pair of women’s panties. I looked at them in astonishment and found that they had, “DAVID!” written on them in what looked to be red lipstick. I immediately thought it had to be the same woman that I stalked a few days ago. How did she know or guess my name? My name is not shown on the intercom or mailbox. The panties were a leopard print skimpy little smooth satin and shiny. They were top end lingerie and they were fragrant! At once they smelled beautiful—laced with her sensual perfume. Holding them up to my face I could then smell her. The crotch of the undergarment smelled earthy and ripe. It smelled strongly of her. It smelled like her sex. I became amazingly aroused with an enormous erection, just standing in front of my apartment mailbox thinking of her. I couldn’t wait to get to my apartment and “take care of myself”—she had made me so horny instantly.
What was her motive, though? Why hadn’t she just stopped me and struck up a conversation the other day (why hadn’t I?). Why didn’t she come on to me then? Was it her intent to lure me into something? If so, she was certainly doing it! Walking up to my apartment, I found a scrap of paper lying in front of my door. On it was written, “ARE YOU A GREYHOUND?”. She (or whomever) had been inside the building and found my apartment. Of this I had absolutely been “put on notice” and my mind and heart began racing. What was the “greyhound” message supposed to mean?
My mind was totally occupied with thoughts of her. I took her panties out of my pocket and studied them some more. Could these have been the very panties in which she had stroked herself off for me—for my pleasure? My erection was at full extension at the thought of this. In my bedroom, as I took off my business suit, I sat back in my side chair and pulled my cock out of my briefs and started to stroke myself. I held her panties up to my face and smelled her—deeply taking in everything that she’d left of herself – left for me personally. I wondered what she had expected or hoped that I’d do with her earthy panties? Thinking of the way she showed off her sexuality for me, quickly bringing herself to orgasm so that I could see her sexual nature, drove me to focus on the pleasure that I was bringing myself. My hands formed a circle around the tip of my cock and I imagined pressing myself past her pussy lips and entering her. Slowly penetrating her and withdrawing, only to slowly press my way into her again -- descending into the pool that was her moist pussy. Soon I found myself fucking my own hands and the fantasy couldn’t have been sweeter. I imagined that I’d be stimulating her clitoris at the same time we were fucking—trying to maximize the sensations for her and drive her to a place where she’d love to be -- a place where waves of pleasure would sweep over her again and again. She’d grab my neck and twist me in her clenched fingers as she came yet again—enveloping me in a gush of her inner warmth.
When I finally came and shot myself off, I imagined the fulfillment we would both have had with each other as she would have cum along with me. I then imagined her stroking my hair affectionately as we both would settle back down—coming back to earth from the soaring high that we had just experienced.
I guessed that this was what she expected I’d do with her panties. I was definitely keeping those in a place of prominence in my bedroom!
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Spying ...
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Posted:Apr 26, 2015 6:21 am
Last Updated:May 11, 2015 5:19 pm
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At a downtown department store, I am at the fragrance counter. Needing to replace my cologne, I wind up selecting my old favorite scent, Polo. Glancing up from time to time, I see a woman across the counter in the womens’ section, sampling some fragrances, as well. She is tall with lustrous dark hair falling to her shoulders in soft waves. She wears a no-nonsense, fairly severely cut black dress—not a sexy piece, in itself. But she wears it for a purpose—her sensuality rises above it. She appears to be a few years younger than me, is not classically beautiful, but still very attractive and extremely sexy. She wears dark sunglasses, which enhances the mystery surrounding her.
During my time at the fragrance counter, we exchange glances. She doesn’t smile, but whenever I raise my glance in her direction, she appears to be studying me. I am intrigued by this scenario and by her look. As I conclude my purchase, I find that she is staring at me, veiled behind her sunglasses. We hold our glance for quite a while, not smiling, and then she abruptly turns and walks away from the fragrance counter and back into the cosmetics section.
I decide to follow her and keep my distance a bit. She walks over to the lipsticks and looks through the various shades. I settle back around 40 yards away and fumble with my phone in order to not look too suspicious. She samples a few of the lipsticks on the back of her hand and is facing me, now. Behind her sunglasses, I cannot tell if she is staring in the mirror in front of her or at me to the side of it. Then she takes her sunglasses off and stares right at me. With no expression, she then takes one of the lipstick tubes and applies it to her lips. I absolutely believe she is doing this for me—to generate some stirring within me. She is certainly hitting the sweet spot with me. The lipstick tube pressing against her moist lips is an intoxicatingly sexual vision.
Continuing to watch her, I awkwardly shift my stance and posture—I am not able to remain calm throughout this. She is affecting me. I glance back at her and she purses her lips in a virtual kiss, making sure she has full coverage with the warm red lipstick that she’s selected.
After making her purchase, she puts her sunglasses back on, pauses a second to glance in my direction, then turns, and walks out through the revolving doors and onto the street. Her expressionless and mysterious persona has intrigued me to the point that I feel I cannot resist following her to see where she goes next.
I settle in walking a half block behind her. She is walking deliberately, not turning around. I feel that she must know she has me “on the hook”. She is a ways ahead of me, but her fragrance is heavy behind her. Is that pachoulli or some other earthy scent? In any case, I am enveloped in her sexy mystery and love where I am now. She pauses at the next corner and lights a cigarette. She glances back my way and then turns down the cross street and out of my view for a few moments. I hurry my pace a bit as I come to the end of this block, hoping that when I turn the corner, she will still be in sight.
My heart jumps as I turn the corner and see her half way up the block ahead. I can smell her scent trail and I continue to pursue her. I then see her take a piece of paper out of her purse, lean against the side of a building, and write something down. She then walks to the entrance to an apartment block and walks into the building. Once again, I hurry my pace, but lose her, as she’s disappeared into the building and the door has locked behind her.
Then I notice a scrap of paper on the pavement of the entrance porch. It is an advertisement, but has the words, “PLEASE WATCH ME” scribbled on it. It appears to have been written in red lipstick. Putting the paper up to my face, I can smell her on the note—it smells like her earthy scent.
Dejectedly, I walk down the steps away from the building. I decide to just lean against a tree in front of the entrance and watch for any other signs of her. Several minutes go by and I, again, fiddle with my phone to calm my nerves. Lights turn on in several apartment windows. I scan them to see if she might be visible in one of them. After a few more minutes, the blinds in a lower level apartment draw open and there she is. I do not believe that she sees me outside at street level, as she turns away from the blinds quickly. From my perch against the tree, I am actually looking down into her apartment window. My view is of her living room and her white leather sofa.
I feel amazingly creepy and lecherous standing here, spying on this woman. Her note clearly asked for this, however. I will ablige as long as I feel there is nothing going on that is improper or threatening. With that in mind, I take a quick scan of my surroundings, looking for anyone else that might be around with bad intentions.
I see her emerge from an inner room to her living room. Standing, she reaches back and finds the zipper that unzips the back of her black dress. Slipping her arms out of the dress, she is wearing a leopard print bra. My insides stir a bit (I have always had a thing for sexy women wearing animal print anything!) and then churn as her dress falls to the floor and I see her matching panties. I unconsciously look around me to see if anyone else is around, but find that I am alone with this woman. She is giving me an immense sexual spark. I am not even sure that she is aware that I am outside.
Her body is wonderful. She is long and lithe. Her legs are slender in her black thigh high hose. She sits down on the sofa and peels off her thigh highs, slowly. She must know that I am there. This is a deliberate, slow, methodical grind and I am definitely the target of this. Her lovely black hair, leopard skin underclothes, and black hose are stunning against the smooth white leather of the sofa. She then leans back, spreads her legs open and applies her hands to herself, smoothly stroking her panties and rubbing her sweet sex underneath. Her expression then begins to change. She has been expressionless throughout the time that I have seen her, but now she is changing. Her face contorts a bit as she shows the mounting pleasure that is beginning to build within herself. I find that I absolutely love watching her and I, again, quickly look around me in a guilty way, hoping that I am the only person in the world observing this beautiful woman.
She then takes her hand and places her fingers in her mouth, tasting and moistening them. Then she slides her hand down inside her panties and she curls her fingers into herself. She works her fingers inside of herself and I can see her face. She is moaning and sighing softly to herself. Her fingering motions quicken and become more urgent and her face contortions show it all. Her off hand grips hard the sofa leather and her body begins to writhe and grind. Her face twists and then releases in a cleansing exhalation. I am feeling this myself. This woman is driving me to an amazing state and I am not even inside the same building with her!
She then gathers herself, stands up, looks out of the window at me, walks to the front door, opens it and leaves it cracked open just a portion of an inch. She then walks out of the room.
After a while, she returns to the door, opens it, and finds a note on the floor in front of her door. “25211 East Shoreline Dr. Apt 24” was all it said. She walked to the front window, but I had left my post. I’d left her alone with her erotic thoughts.
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