look up any word, like the eiffel tower:
Uptons are lovely people.
You are lovely, you are such an Upton.
by hood-rat May 13, 2003
a small town in Massachusetts
Upton was voted "Most Boring Town" by the states Top 40 radio station Kiss 108
by Shopaholic0110 June 24, 2006
A person who lives wildy beyond their means, often in thousands of pounds of debt. Feels the need to spend money to make her appear interesting to others. Spends most of her time talking about her bodily functions.
I don't want to hear about your credit cards any more goddammit!! And I have no interest in what part of your body is sweating today, now go away and leave me alone, you dirty stinking UPTON!
by hood-rat May 12, 2003
Dirty filthy stinking grass
by hood-rat May 12, 2003
Pulling out and shooting a massive load at a high velocity on a girls back. Distance must be from ass up to the shoulders. Must be done on a girl with a massive rack, which is a total waste of a massive rack.
Announcer 1: "Wow, Verlander really went Upton there. Her whole back is covered"
Announcer 2: "Yeah, that's a real waste of her massive rack Bob."
Announcer 1: "I think the catcher is going to walk out to the mound and have a little talk with Justin to settle him down"
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"Don't worry beautiful. Trust me. You are going to beg for more." "Hmm that's funny because I have this feeling, that you are going to be the one begging for more." Your plan was to get revenge on a guy you hooked up with, because he was to full of himself and an asshole, but the night ended differently than you had expected. A fanfiction, where y/n isn't so easy to get through and control. A fight for dominance. Inspired by 7 minutes in heaven by 'Attackonfics'. The author sadly got harassed by many different people, so they disconnected and put down the story. My story is not the same as theirs but erens looks are the same as in 7 minutes and his personality is similar. (⚠ Warning, NSFW, explicit sexual scenes, sexual tension, violence, strong language⚠)

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Hello y'all....

I will be dropping some disclaimers and info about the way my story is set up here.
If u don't feel the need to read through this, feel free to skip this chapter and dive right into the story. Have fun ;)

I do not own the characters brought up in this story.
The love interest Eren, is inspired by the love interest in the well known fanfiction "7 minutes in heaven".
I do not take credit for the looks of Eren, since his looks are inspired by 7 minutes.
And yes he has a tongue piercing in my story.
I just really love the way he was described in the 7 minutes fanfiction and I wanted to add my own personal twist.

This story contains smut, sexual interactions and sexual tension.
If you are not comfortable with those topics, feel free to click away now.
I will not be adding a warning, when sexual interactions are mentioned, because in some cases, it would ruin the suspense. You will see why later ;)

So this is your last warning. There will be sexual scenes.

But what I will do, is I will put trigger warnings, when the scene has something to do with violence, self harm or any other sensitive topic.

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Sometimes, I recommend a song title that in my opinion fits the tension of the scene. Feel free to use a music app to play the song, while you are reading. This is obviously in no way necessary, but I feel like it often ads to the tension of the characters and makes some scenes 100x better.

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Bodysex Saskatoon November 2021

Fall Bodysex Retreat Dates!

Due to covid-19, I had to cancel 3 of my spring Bodysex retreats. I am happy to say that I have new dates for retreats in Saskatchewan and Quebec for September and October!

In keeping with the Sask. provincial guidelines currently in place which limit group sizes to 10, I have reduced my number of participants to 8 (plus myself and Justine). My September Sask. retreat is full, but there is still space in the October one, as well as 1 space in my October, Quebec retreat. If you would like more information or to book, please contact me. https://natashasalaash.com/bodysex-workshops/

During this time of isolation I am even more grateful for my self pleasure practices which keep me connected to myself and also remind me of the importance of touch and intimacy in my life. <3

Bodysex Gives Me The Freedom To Be Me

** Photos by Studio Stiina

I came into last weekends Bodysex retreat in a super vulnerable state. The past 10 months of my life have been extremely difficult — supporting my son through a loss and learning to navigate parenting my children without another co-parent. The night before the retreat I woke up suddenly — feeling afraid and exposed — worried that my children could somehow get hurt by my work. A memory came flooding in from this summer when I was called a whore — because of the work I do —  and I wondered if my continued exposure would just give him more reason to do so. I can laugh it off most of the time but sometimes, when I’m feeling especially vulnerable, it scares me. My work requires an openness that I welcome and yet sometimes, when I’m not feeling safe, it can also make me feel too exposed.

After Justine and I set up the circle in preparation for the women to arrive, I laid down naked in it and masturbated while she talked to me. Touching my body grounds me — like I’m entering into the safest, most comforting home —  and doing so while seeing and hearing my loving sister and friend — was exactly what I needed. After orgasming a couple of times, I heard the first of the women arrive and went to greet them feeling relaxed and affirmed that this is exactly what I’m supposed to be doing.

From the moment of the first naked hugs to our goodbyes on the last day, the workshop flowed with the most exceptional ease. So much so that even while holding space for the other women, I felt like I was on a retreat! Never have I felt so comfortable being so naked, so open with my heart, my legs and the full expression of who I am. “This is SO much bigger than the 8 of us in this circle” said one of the women, holding her arms up in the air. Looking around the circle at the other women embodying their stories of joy, sorrow, pleasure and pain, it was easy to see she was right.

The 8 of us spent almost the entire weekend, in and out of workshop time, as one solid group flowing between sharing through our words and sharing through our bodies.  No part of it felt forced or held back — it all just seemed so perfectly normal.

Through conversations in the nude about life, love, longings, loss, dirty fantasies, amazing sex, forbidden sex, bodily functions, needs, desires and never convincing anyone of our worth again— we laughed and we cried accepting each other as we are.

I always enter Bodysex weekends with the intention of removing armour that still delicately covers inner layers of my shame. I came away from this weekend though, feeling fully embodied in who I am right now — without feeling such a need to do something about it to make it different or better. Body sex gives me permission to boldly be who I am and helps me be less afraid when that doesn’t fit into societies standards for me. I was reminded in the eyes of each of the women that it’s okay that I feel better open than closed, that my path to self awareness, ecstasy, and self confidence begins at the soft spot right between my legs and that there is nothing wrong at all with thoroughly and ecstatically enjoying sex and pleasure with myself. Body sex gives me the freedom to be me. If that makes me a whore, I’ll take it.

Thank you to my dear sisters for meeting me so fully in the circle and reminding me that I’m okay being me.

I love you Turtle, Singh, Wizard, Ruby, Iridescent, Niko, Belle and Kitty <3

Letting Go Of Shame Is The Best Release Ever

Three weeks ago I facilitated my 14th Bodysex retreat — the third one in Quebec with Marika. Each retreat I’ve led this past year, I’ve noticed my level of comfortableness and confidence increasing. I’m less concerned about doing it “right” and more able to be present with and for the women. Being more present means not only hearing the women’s stories, but feeling them in my body— even when they’re speaking a language I don’t understand. Feeling others in this way connects me to them on a level that can be limited by language, and reminds me of the beautiful moments in sexual intimacy that involve only eyes, hands and mouths.

As I opened the circle I shared my journey into Bodysex and how it began 20 years ago when I witnessed girls I loved being circumcised in Kenya. One of the women pointed out that in Kenya a woman’s power is removed physically through the cutting of her clitoris, and here it is removed mentally by not talking about or acknowledging her sexual genitalia and right to pleasure. When we don’t talk about something, it’s as if it didn’t exist in the first place. I believe that a way to honour the women who’s pleasure has been taken from them, is for the rest of us to exercise our right.  The right to look at our vulvas, touch them, understand them and pleasure them.

And we did!!! The weekend was a beautiful display of vulnerability in the sharing of our stories, our bodies and our pleasure. Never has a workshop gone on for so many hours each day and yet it still felt as if there wasn’t enough time for all we wanted to share and do.

What struck me most though, was how many layers of shame I still carry. I’m comfortable in my body now and I don’t find it difficult to be naked, show my vulva or masturbate with other women. Yet without fail it seems, an old story of mine comes up, and the thought of sharing it makes me feel sick to my stomach. This physical response is a good indicator to me of what holding it in is doing to my body, and I know that the answer is in sharing it. Knowing this doesn’t make it easy to do, and I battled in my head wondering how they’d feel about me once they knew it. Reminding myself that I can’t ask anyone else to show up and be vulnerable if I’m not willing to do it myself, I shared my story.

Letting go of shame is the best release ever and almost immediately the space it was occupying inside of me, felt free — free for more pleasure, more authentic relationships and more me.

As we spent time sharing pleasure during the second day, I kept my eyes open and focused them on a spot on the ceiling to keep me present. As my pleasure built I heard giggling from a woman in her 60’s, only a hands width distance beside me, and looked over to see the flush rise up her neck as she orgasmed. Giggling more she continued on — 2, 3, 4 — more times and I thought how beautiful she looked and how lucky her lover is to see her in this way. What an honour. Looking back at my spot on the ceiling the wood began to blur, and my pleasure kept building. The ceiling became the sky and I alternated my breath from high in my chest to low in my belly so that I could stay in that place of ecstasy.  At the point of no return I opened my left hand into the air to receive energy from the women around me and felt their love, acceptance, pain, joy, shame and pleasure along with my orgasm — like stars falling down upon me.

This circle and the vulnerability of all the women in it, reminded me that we do this hard, brave work not only for ourselves, but for women who can’t or couldn’t. It’s not easy, but it’s an honour and a right and at times like these I know that the affect of our opening extends far beyond the walls of the workshop space.

To every woman who has had her pleasure removed physically or mentally we do this for us and we do this for you. <3

To my sisters in pleasure:

Zaia, Ananda, Esmeralda, Sao, Red velvet, Mia, Rosie, Mariposa, Xochitl, J’Ouvre, Hot, Kali

We Are All Goddesses: May Bodysex Retreat 2019

Those who know me, know that I love story telling and fantasy. As I sat down to write about last weekend’s Bodysex retreat, I kept seeing the images from it in my mind like some grand fantasy. No matter how hard I tried to stay focused on writing a “proper blog” the images wouldn’t stop. So I gave up trying and here it is.…

Once upon a time there was a woman who loved to be naked. She was in her early 40’s — a mother — who looked regular on the outside yet felt like a goddess of fire on the inside. Sometimes the fire inside her burned so hot that she imagined there was a pot sitting on it, bubbling upwards and outwards from her vulva. On days where the pot would bubble higher —  she wondered, in both fear and excitement, what would happen if it boiled over.

This woman enjoyed being naked and pleasuring herself so much that she decided to invite other women to spend a weekend with her, celebrating in nudity and pleasure together. Not surprisingly she discovered that there were many other women like her — regular on the outside yet goddesses of fire on the inside — longing to celebrate their heat fully.

She knew that celebrating in this way was not “normal” where she lived or anywhere really, but she was called to do this more than anything else in her life. She spent months thinking of the women before they came, wondering what their stories were, what they longed for, and if they too felt the heat of a rising, bubbling pot in their vulvas. She also spent a great deal of time preparing the weekend for them. She wanted them to feel like goddesses staying in a beautiful country, with a castle to sleep in and plenty of food to nourish them. She first found the castle — making sure it had plenty of space for the women to wander the grounds naked, then searched far and wide for a chef who could prepare delicious dishes to please their bodies and fuel their pleasure. Finally she elicited help from the goddess of art who also loved to be naked and found great pleasure in adorning the women’s bodies with her elaborate designs.

When the day finally arrived for the women to come, she blessed the space in the most sacred and powerful way she knew how. Laying down in the centre of it, she traced the length of her body with her fingers adding heat to her already bubbling pot. As the pot bubbled and her pleasure built ,the ceiling above her began to fill with colours and stars. Imagining that it was the sky above her— they came together, with the sky ejaculating a thousand tiny stars upon her body and the space around her. Content that the castle was now sacred enough for the goddesses to enter, she and the goddess of art, went to greet the women as they arrived.

One by one they came through the castle doors shedding layers of fabric that didn’t do justice to the bodies beneath them. Overwhelmed by the visions of such beauty, they welcomed the women into the space that had been so beautifully blessed merely moments before. As the goddesses took turns sharing stories about what had both dimmed and fuelled their fires, the woman realized with surprise that they all appeared more naked than before. She was sure that each one had removed their clothes upon entering, and that she herself had been naked all morning, and yet here they were taking off another layer of clothing.

As the day wore on, the women couldn’t contain their curiosity over what fuelled the fire under their pot and agreed that it was was essential to take a closer look. With mirror and lamp in hand, one by one, they spread their legs and opened their vulvas to each other — excited and nervous to see what they’d find. They were astonished to discover what appeared to be flowers growing out from between their legs. Even more surprising was that each woman’s flower was unique. Shiny, smooth, plush, rumpled, flowing, sleek, delicate, bold, dark, bright and a mix of both— each one different from the rest, like a field of wild flowers, and yet none more beautiful than the other. After exploring all of their flowers, both inside and out, the women marvelled at the lucky bees which came to taste the nectar hidden deep inside.

The women spent the rest of the evening and following morning sharing, laughing, being adorned with art, and noticing with surprise that the more they let their flowers open, the more clothing they shed.The opening wasn’t always easy and the women often felt conflicted with appearing one way on the outside and feeling another way on the inside. And of course they all  wondered what would happen if the fire in their vulvas became too hot and their pots boiled over.

More naked still, and feeling brave from the deepened trust and connection, the women decided that it was time to play with the flowers that peeked out from beneath their legs and see what would happen to their already burning fire. Forming a circle they once again opened their legs and, with all of their flowers exposed at once, began to play. Like bees they buzzed and danced around the edges of their flowers — sometimes plunging in to taste the nectar — and sometimes teasing the petals, encouraging the nectar to trickle out. Their inner fires burned on and amidst the buzzing you could hear their bubbling pots rising higher than ever before.

All of a sudden, the clouds outside moved and the sun shone through the windows of the castle directly upon the flower of one of the goddesses who had at times, seemed slightly more reserved than some of the others. The other goddesses watched in awe as her flower opened up in full bloom before them. Crying and shaking in pleasure, her boiling pot spilled over the edges of her petals touching each of the other women. What they were touched by surprised them as it was not something you could feel with your fingers or see with your eyes. What came from her pot was simply more of HER. Her stories, her dreams, her hopes, her pleasures, her sorrow and her joys.

No longer afraid of their own pots boiling over, the other women let their flowers open wide and within minutes the entire room was in full bloom with each goddess spilling over the edges of their petals — being touched by the full celebration of who they are.

As they said goodbye the next day and left the castle, the women noticed that they no longer appeared regular on the outside and that, in fact, no one else appeared regular to them either. Could it be, they wondered, that we are all gods and goddesses with fires and boiling pots inside, simply afraid of showing who we are?

Dedicated with love to:Turtle, Princess tulip, Poretta,Maleficent, Becky, Beyonce, Lola, Pearl,Rapunzel, Boss lady, Unicorn, Coral, and all of the other goddesses I have sat in the circle with.

What Else Is There For Me To Discover, Experience And Feel, And How Can My Orgasms Encompass More Of Me?

I decided to create the Advanced Bodysex retreat when it became apparent to me that the women who keep returning to Bodysex, often do so because they want a deeper exploration. Thanks to Bodysex they are comfortable with group nudity, masturbating amongst a circle of women and have a more in depth understanding of their sexual anatomy. I believe that these things provide an essential foundation to help with confidence, self acceptance and being orgasmic, while also offering us the freedom to act independently and make our own free choices around pleasure. Once we become orgasmic and even up the orgasm gap between men and women, we often start asking the questions “what else is there for me to discover, experience and feel, and how can my orgasms encompass more of me?”

I designed this retreat with the focus on feeling more and expanding our pleasure through absorption that extends beyond our clitoris and vagina. Pleasure — unlike orgasm — is subtle, and exploring it is a non linear process that’s more difficult to define and much less goal orientated. To me exploring pleasure means abandoning the “traditional male model” of sex and thinking much more expansively. It requires being present in the moment and open to experiencing all that can be felt through the senses, visual imagery, fantasy, body awareness and a deeper felt sense of our honest yes and no in regards to what we enjoy and what we don’t. Just as pleasure isn’t restricted to the genitals, it also isn’t restricted to sex. It can be felt during mundane tasks in our everyday lives as long as we allow ourselves to open like sponges, absorbing and feeling more. Opening to absorb life around us, cultivates desire within us.

Facilitating this retreat was difficult for me because what I’m trying to help women explore isn’t the same “deep dive” as Body Sex where you enter terrified but know exactly what you’re going to have done when the weekend is over. There is no 1,2,3 step model for pleasure and because the barriers are less visceral, I think it’s easier for our mind and negative self talk to take over. Pleasure requires a deeper presence in our bodies and, as often happens in sex, our head can fuck things up. I work with people everyday who struggle to experience pleasure because they can’t stop imagining what their body looks like and think it’s gross, or believe that they shouldn’t feel too much because feeling too much is bad, or worry about how they measure up or don’t with others. I found it interesting to see all of these fears arise in myself and other women during this retreat. While I know the answer to all of these problems is to find ways to get out of our defensive mind (pleasure killer) and into experiencing our body (the source of pleasure)  this can be easier said than done.

Betty Dodson says “The present moment is the point of power” and I think her words encompass exactly what I hoped the women could learn from this retreat. It is only in this moment right now that we can feel. We may have felt in the past and we may feel more in the future but feeling as a verb happens RIGHT NOW. I can’t make anyone feel, yet I can encourage them to do so by providing opportunities that invite them into the present moment. To do this I began by providing a framework for absorption which I defined as “the openness and ability to become deeply immersed in any experience that intrigues you,” and helped them identify ways that they currently absorb and ways that they could increase their absorption. It has been proven that the best predictor of intense sexual pleasure is a woman’s ability to become fully absorbed in the moment and that her enjoyment of imagery, fantasy and daydreaming (which seemed to go hand in hand with absorption) are also associated with peak sexual arousal. Women who are “high absorbers” and have an openness to absorbing and self-altering experiences, are women most likely to have “supersex” or “peak” sex. Going over and above (beyond ) orgasm to experience an ecstatic mind-body-spirit connection.

With this understanding in mind I provided opportunities for absorption through a partnered 5 senses exploration, creating fantasies through a “desire interview” and sharing the fantasies amongst the group. Breath work with our ideal erotic selves in mind, “mirror play,” boundaries exercises where we identified what yes and no actually feel like in our body. Partnered zucchini and finger exploration to help identify vaginal/cervical pleasure spots, proper breathing techniques and isolating separate pelvic floor muscles. Group orgasm edging practice where we repeatedly built to orgasm and grounded our pleasure with our breath until we finally let go, as well as having 4 structured masturbation circles and several other “diddles” whenever someone felt the urge. Only with Bodysex women can you be having a conversation and masturbate at the same time!

Because this retreat is of my own creation and is very special to me, it’s the most vulnerable one for me to facilitate. As the facilitator I’m always learning and growing and it’s a bit like opening up my chest and inviting the women to step inside. To do my best to stay in the present moment I kept coming back to the questions that inspired the retreat in the first place “what else is there for me to discover, experience and feel, and how can my orgasms encompass more of me?” My answer every single time is that it has nothing to do with “doing” but everything to do with “being.” Being in the moment when I’m naked with my lover (or in a retreat full of women!) instead of thinking how my body looks. Being in the moment when I’m being pleasured or offering pleasure rather than worrying that I won’t be able to reach a specific goal. Being in the moment when something arises that’s scary or uncomfortable and letting it be a part of me too. All of this being requires me to surrender. Surrender to the moment, to being vulnerable, surrender to feeling more, to pleasure, to love, to life.

This retreat weekend reminded me to carry the reminder of BEING with me everyday as I face myself, my sisters, the world and my lover with arms spread wide, legs apart — Open to absorb life around me, cultivating desire within me.

Much love to my beautiful sisters and a special thanks to juicy Marika who helped me co-facilitate


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Many women are under the impression that their role in the sexual act should be purely passive, and that any display of erotic emotion on their part would not be modest or nice. In other words, she should not show that she is deriving enjoy-ment from the act. This is an entirely false viewpoint; the cooperation of both partners in the sex act should be equal, both physical and spiritual. The wife should participate actively, and create in her husband the same thrilling experience which he is trying to create in her.

The majority of divorces which are obtained in this country are sought by women, and many of these are for the same cause another woman. The husband is blamed for this, but the wife should realize that, if there is a cooling-off in the marriage relations, this is too often her own fault; she has ceased to bring to the marriage relationship the stimulating passion which another woman does the result being that, if he fails to find this at home, he seeks for it elsewhere. The woman who learns something of the arts of love has far less chance of losing her husband than one who regards sexual intercourse as a mere duty.

If the wife knows little of such subjects when she is married, the husband should educate her, so that there may be more mutual enjoyment. Unfortunately, it is true that, only too often, the husband knows but little of the subject himself; he thinks only of his own selfish pleasure, and does not take the necessary time and pains to arouse his wife thoroughly before undertaking the sex act itself. A woman takes longer than a man to prepare herself for sex; though, when her desire is once aroused, it lasts much longer. The husband should, therefore, prepare his wife by endearing words, professions of love, petting and love-play before engaging in the sex act itself. By this means, her organism is thoroughly aroused, and she is anxious and desirous of cohabitation when actually begun.

Men and women are differently constituted in this respect; the man is more intellectual, on the one hand, and passionate on the other. The woman, however, is more expansive; in her, the sentiments, emotions, thoughts, and feelings are united in one composite whole, and all of these must be appealed to, if the wife is to be thoroughly aroused. Above all, the husband must always bear in mind that, no matter how fond a man may be of his wife, and how fully he may try to show his affection by acts of kindness and consideration, a woman must be told that she is loved, not occasionally, but constantly! What a man says plays an enormous part in a woman’s life, and her body readily responds to the emotions which are aroused within her, because of his spoken words.

The manner in which a husband approaches his wife, on the very first night, is highly important, and often influences her entire attitude towards the sex act thereafter. If the man is coarse and brutal, thinking only of his own gratification, and coming directly to the point, without first arousing her by tenderness and a prolonged period of love-play, he may arouse in her an aversion to the act, which is never completely overcome. If, on the other hand, he is gentle and tender, holding her tightly in his arms while lavishing upon her caresses and endearing words, she will become aroused to the point where she longs for the completion of the act as much as he does. It is then, and only then, that it should be consumated.

The active participation of both partners in the love act is absolutely essential, if it is to be enjoyed equally by them. Nothing kills love more completely than mere passive acquiescence on the wife’s part, for both husband and wife will sense this, and they will slowly but surely drift apart. While it is true that marriage means much more than sex, it is also true that marriage is based upon it, and that it plays an enormously important role in married life. Harmony in the sexual life is of fundamental importance, if the marriage is to be lastingly con-tented and happy.

Married couples should see to it that the sexual act never grows stale, and they should bring to it every resource within their power to make it ever novel and stimulating. It is the wife’s duty to see that this side of her husband’s life is thor-oughly pleased and satisfied; and if she does this, she may rest assured that he will continue to love and cherish her, and that he will remain her lover, suffused with a halo of romance, just as he was when she first married him. This is the secret desire of every woman, and it may be assured if she sees to it that she remains his sweetheart. Freedom, frankness and natural abandon will go far to insure this.

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av bullfrogginbrizzle 13 september 2011
Simultaniously vomitting and having diarrhea.
I got food poisoning and was up all night bullfrogging.
#bullfrogging #diarrhea #vomit #shit #throwup
av snooglesfingers 12 september 2006
A type of kiss where Person A covers the Person B's mouth with their own, and Person B blows into their mouth. If you do it enough, you'll feel a sensation like being high.
John was up all night bullfrogging with his girlfriend, so he slept through his exams.
#kissing #kiss #high #teenagers #trend
av GoddessFreya 12 december 2009
When a man pulls the foreskin over his penis and pees filling his membrane with urine and suddenly releases it over another persons face. A kin to a bullfrog.
Dude, I bullfrogging all over her face!
#penis #face #urine #foreskin #uncircumcised
av PepsiKola 24 juli 2011
When someone puts their mouth directly over another person's butt-hole prior to a fart. The person then catches the fart in their mouth by inhaling the fart into said mouth. The end result is a person that looks like a bullfrog.
A: I'm about to fart.
B: I'm all about bullfrogging you...lay face down.
#fart #butt-hole #poot #bullfrog #mouth fart
av ConsuelaTriForce 28 maj 2014
Bullfroggingis when a male's scrotum is unknowingly, or knowingly exposed from his shorts.
Johnny was at the beach when he was caught bullfrogging by the babysitter.
#indecent exposure #scrote show #ball twist #tea bagging alone #goat braining
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forceful unconsentual sex in the style of the great Ted Bundy. Usually anal.
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tagToys & MasturbationA True Fantasy

A True Fantasy

byJ-Nite©

The heat of the summer was nothing compared to the heat that I had been feeling for Nick all week long. I knew it was wrong and that I should not have been having those kinds of feelings for one of my floor mates; but it still did not help the way my heart skipped a beat every time I got near him. It was the beginning of the fall semester of my junior year in college. I was living on campus on a co-ed floor with 30 other people. I had lived in a dorm all through college, so knew all of the rules and I was close to breaking rule number one: do not date any of your floor mates.

It was Saturday, the first day of orientation and I was walking around my floor trying to get to know my floor mates. I was just about to go past the men's bathroom when the door opened. Out stepped one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen! He had a towel around his waist and was dripping water all over the floor. I was kind of embarrassed, so I was going to turn around and go back the way I came when his husky voice said "Hi, I'm Nick." I turned back around and looked right at him. He was about 5'11, built, with dark hair that fell to his ears and deep, dark eyes that you could get lost in. I think I mumbled something to the effect of "I'm Jade," when he started walking towards me. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there. "Well, are you going to let me shake your hand or are you going to stand there like a statue all day?" I gave a startled laugh at how stupid I was being in front of this guy. I mean, he was just a guy, like any other guy on campus; except he just happened to have a towel around his waist and beads of water rolling off of his muscled chest. I quickly snapped back to reality and shook his hand. "There, now was that so hard?" You have no idea I thought to myself.

The days went by and I was getting to know people a little better, trying to stay as far away from Nick as I could to no avail. Everywhere I went on the floor, there he would be; talking in the hall or watching TV in the lounge. I couldn't shake this feeling I was having. I tried to get rid of it by seeking a distraction somewhere else other than my floor, but my thoughts always went back to the first day I saw Nick in a towel. I was so frustrated with myself that I did the only thing I knew would help keep my mind off of relationships: I studied. Everyday after class, I would shut myself up in my room and read everything that my professors gave me and then I read some more.

Needless to say this was not at all a healthy way to deal with the other needs my body was demanding. I had not had sex all summer thanks to my job and lack of imagination. I was so frustrated mentally, physically and sexually. I was so glad my roommate spent almost all of her time in her boyfriend's room. It was only Wednesday and I was ready to take out this frustration on anyone or anything that crossed my path. Thank goodness a three-day weekend was coming up starting on Friday. I went to school so far away from my home that I had to stay in the dorm every time we had a three-day weekend. I was looking forward to some much-needed alone time with just myself on the floor and no one else to hear the noises I made while masturbating. Until then, I kept on reading.

Friday finally came and not a minute too soon. I had planned on a day of nothing but getting rid of all my frustrations in a long, wet fucking session between my 7" waterproof vibrator and me. We had a full bathroom on the floor, with a bathtub next to the showers. I was in my bathrobe, running the water in the tub, when I looked around and noticed that I had forgotten my little friend. I ran back to my room, got my toy and was running through the hall when I ran into someone and flew backwards onto the floor. I was really mad when at first because whoever it was that had just knocked me down was keeping me from my day of pleasure. I was about ready to curse the person out when I looked up and saw that it was Nick!

"Sorry Jade. I heard the water running and I was wondering who was still here this weekend."

Nick was here this weekend too? How did I not know this? Well, if I had paid more attention at the last floor meeting I would have noticed the number of people who raised their hands when the RA asked who was going home this weekend. A noise was coming from somewhere to my right. I looked over and noticed that when I fell, my vibrator had turned on! I immediately turned bright red and began to reach for it when Nick knelt down, picked it up and turned it off.

"What do we have here?"

I was completely mortified. I started to say something about how my body was aching and I needed a massage when Nick held up a finger to silence me.

"You don't need to say anything. I understand."

Then he did something that shocked me he leaned over and started to kiss me. I had to have been dreaming, because this was just so unreal. Why would a guy as handsome as Nick be kissing me? I mean I'm just about 5'6, brown hair and eyes with a petite frame! I was so plain compared to this Adonis that was kneeling on the floor next to me with his lips on mine. After a few moments, Nick leaned back from my face.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I said.

"I know. But it feels so right. I've wanted to do this for a week now Jade. Ever since we first met in the hallway."

"You have?"

"I don't believe that this is happening to..."

He silenced me with another kiss. This time the surprise only lasted a second and then I closed my eyes and returned his kiss. I was still in my robe and remembered about my bath. Panic filled my body, replacing the amazing feeling I was having on the floor. I pushed Nick away and stood up so fast I knocked him over.

"I forgot about my bath! It's probably overflowing by now."

I ran down the hallway and into the bathroom. But the tub wasn't overflowing; it was filled with a nice, hot bath. Nick came up behind me and whispered in my ear with that husky voice of his.

"When I saw that no one was around watching the tub fill, I turned it off before I ran into you."

"Oh. Well, that was very nice of you."

"It's still hot. Why don't you get in and I can help massage your body."

Was I still dreaming or did Nick just suggest that we both get into a tub together? Dream or no dream, I couldn't pass this up! I undid my robe and let fall to the floor. I was a little self conscious, but I got over it when I saw that Nick was undressing too. I quickly got into the tub and waited for Nick to join me. The water felt so good on my aching body. I closed my eyes and let the feeling of warmth spread throughout my tired limbs when I felt Nick enter the tub.

"Oh, this water feels good," he said.

I opened my eyes and saw him closing his eyes to enjoy the feel of the water. His body was just like I remembered it: broad shoulders, muscles all the way down to his stomach. I couldn't really see if he was well hung through the water, so I moved towards him and placed both of my hands on his chest. His eyes opened and he smiled down at me. I was raising my head up to kiss him when he reached over the edge of the tub and grabbed something off of the floor. It was my toy.

"I want to see how you were going to use this today before I ran into you."

"I want to watch you using this to pleasure yourself."

I took the vibrator from his hand slowly. I had never had anyone watch me fuck myself before, so I had no idea how to go about it.

"Just act like I'm not here."

I leaned back against the tub, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I let it out I turned on the vibrator and slowly let it glide across my B cup breasts. I kept my eyes closed as I let the toy work its magic across my sensitive skin at the tip of my breasts and then let it glide through the valley in between. I let out a soft moan as I lowered it down over my stomach to touch the very top of my clit. I opened my eyes then to see what my show was doing to Nick. He had his hand on his cock and was slowly stroking it to full hardness. Just that sight alone made my body quiver. I moved the lower half of my body forward to get a better angle for my toy to enter my body. I turned it off and inserted it into my awaiting hole. I closed my eyes as I started to breathe heavily as I pulled and pushed my way to an orgasm. After a few strokes, I increased my pace and pushed the power button back on. I heard a splashing noise coming from Nick's side of the tub he was increasing his speed too! I opened my eyes to see Nick holding a nice sized cock, about the same size as my toy but a little thicker. I was really getting into it now, thrusting my body to meet my hand on every push, lifting my hips on every thrust. I glanced over to see Nick reach his climax.

"Oh fuck! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"

I turned my vibrator up to full speed, imagining what Nick's cock would do to my pussy just sent me over the edge.

"Ah...I'm cumming! Ahhhh!"

I threw my head back as my body convulsed into a powerful orgasm. I could feel my juices flowing out of my box and into the water. When I looked back at Nick, he was breathing heavily. The sweat from his body made his hair stick to the sides of his head. He looked so hot. I reached down and pulled out the vibrator and laid it back on the ground.

"That was unreal. I never came so hard in my life!"

I was trying to catch my breath as I talked.

"I k...I know! I'm st...still shaking!"

Nick came over to wrap his arms around me. My body started to relax against the feel of his strong arms.

"Lets get out of here and go to my room," I said.

He leaned his head down and kissed my lips.

"Great idea," he said.

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Whisper Of The Wind

A lot had happened in the last week to Master Sergeant Charles E. Cobb, USMC, ret. On 30 June 2002, he had retired from the Corps. He had sold his property near Camp Pendleton. Pulling a trailer with all his belongings, he had made it to Lewiston, Idaho in time to sell his car, bid for, and get, one of the school buses the school system disposed of annually. Alone, since his wife, Shirley had left him for that fuzzy cheeked Navy Commander, he planned on living in his bus for a couple of years, mostly in the Idaho and Montana regions.

Just before he got to Orofino, Idaho on route 12, a sheriff flagged him down, thinking that he was a local school bus driver.

"Yes Sir. What can I do for you, Sir?"

"Emergency. The Bald Mountain forest fire is heading this way. Take your bus over to building C at the state mental hospital. They have some patients who have to be moved."

Three school buses full of patients passed him leaving the hospital, as he drove up. The sky was full of smoke and blowing cinders. Fire crews were hosing the buildings. As soon as he stopped, a nurse brought five women patients to his bus. A maintenance man brought a duffel bag for each woman containing her possessions. As he tossed those in the rear, the nurse returned with the paperwork about each patient. Handing the folders to Cobb, she instructed, "Get them out of her."

What to fuck, Charlie thought to himself as he pulled out onto route 12. Damn nurse must have thought that I knew where the other buses were taking all these people. I don't even have a two-way radio to ask anyone.

Traveling east on route 12, he came to the town of Kamiah. The school and the sheriff office were closed. It dawned on Charlie that he was stuck with his passengers. Well, a Marine Master Sergeant, if anything, is resourceful, not timid in finding a solution for any problem. He stopped the bus in a parking lot. Turning, he took a look at just whom he had aboard his bus. Beauties they weren't. Neither were they dogs. The women groggily stared at him with a look on their faces that betrayed the fact that each was heavily drugged to make her passive.

Ages? Between twenty-five and forty, Charlie guessed. Chuckling, Charlie murmured under his breath, ten tits, five pussies. It was at that moment that Charlie decided to take the ladies with him into Montana for an extended camping stay on Federal Forest lands that he had roamed as a boy. In Missoula, Montana, he stopped at a sporting goods store. Sleeping bags, pads, stoves, dishes, pots, pans, tarps, camp chairs, and porta-potties were all bought.

At an Albertson's grocery store, he added six hundred, sixty-seven dollars worth of staples. His guests were all paraded into a Penny's to be outfitted with the necessary garb for life in the wild. He drove to a dump. Took out most of the bus seats. They were off!

Just short of the Continental Divide, off route 200, Charlie proceeded north on the Roger's Pass road. He stopped in a meadow with a scenic view that extended for miles. A swift running brook cut through the meadow. "We are here, ladies."

It was 2:45 PM. The ladies had been without any medicine for eighteen hours. One, by the name of Sue Ann Brigham, who Charlie would later learn, when reading her file, that she had tried to knife her husband on two occasions when she discovered that he had spent all their rent money, spoke up to ask, "Just who to hell are you? And, where in hell are we?"

"I am Charles Edward Cobb. I am a retired Marine. You are in Montana. If you don't like it here, there is the road, Sweetheart. You might want a bite to eat before you go."

"I'll stay awhile. Did you mean it when you said that you would let me just walk away from here, a free person?"

"Sweetheart, you can bet your fanny on anything that Charlie Cobb tells you."

The other four women took in every word of the exchange. This man, whoever he was, was not their keeper. There were no waxed floors. No white walls, with stern nurses giving orders. No bars. There was the soft whisper of the wind, smell of the pines, gurgling of the brook.

Another women, Sandra Wilson, asked, "Can I walk around the clearing?"

"Hell, all of you get out of the bus. Explore the area. I'll get the stoves working. Get us some rations. Tonight, it will be oatmeal, with raisins, toast with marmalade, coffee, and Tang."

The oldest woman laughed. "Not quite the Outback, but it sure sounds good."

Each went off by herself, with her thoughts about this change in her life, this sudden freedom. What was one to think? Flowers were picked and smelled, as were pinecones. Shoes were removed so that one could wade in the cold mountain stream. Above all else, there was the whisper of the mountain wind.

"Chow down for the crew. Hubba-hubba, it's hot on the plate. Now."

After Charlie had washed the dishes in the stream, he set up a netted tent where they could read after dark without being bitten by the no-seeums flies.

He read their files. Sandra Wilson had visions of fantasy. She was thirty-seven. Husband had her committed, then divorced her.

Janis Powell, age thirty-nine. Kleptomaniac. Divorced.

Betsy Morse, age twenty-nine. Given to bouts of depression. Had wandered away from home in the winter wearing only her bedclothes. Never married.

Mary Lou Johnson, age 46. Has flashbacks from use of LSD. Will expose herself in public. Divorced. Known to be promiscuous.

Charlie looked up. Mary Lou was staring at him, with a come-hither smile on her lips. Charlie flushed for a second. It was the first time in his life that he knew that a woman was after him, before he was after her.

Their behavior was nothing new to Master Sergeant Charles Edward Cobb. He had just finished an eight-year tour as a Marine drill instructor. They can't be any worse then the snot-nosed, fat, lazy, mamma-boy recruits that he had transformed into United States Marines. You have to understand that Master Sergeant Cobb was not in the Marines. He was the Marines, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

At 0600 hours the next day, the ladies were rudely awaken by one Charles Cobb, who stood before them, dressed, cleanly-shaven, beating a stick on a trash can lid, screaming, "Alright ladies, take your hands off your pussies, grab your socks, five minutes to chow. Hit it Ladies, on your feet."

They were served. You guessed it. Oatmeal, with raisins, toast, with marmalade, coffee, and Tang.

Each had a down vest on, while eating. It is cold in the morning, high up in the mountains. Charlie spoke to them. It was the first of many gems of wisdom that he would impart to them. "Ladies, the enemy of fast, smart, and good-appearing is fat. I do not like fat. In fact, I hate fat. Each of you are fat. You will lose your fat. You will leave your fat behind you by hiking away from it. You will find that the more that you sweat, the more fat that you will leave behind you. This morning, right now, we will start to make you slimmer, faster, better looking. Fall out for a two mile hike up the trail to the top of the mountain in five minutes."

"I can't do that." Mary Lou, wailed.

"Mary Lou, brush your teeth, potty, get your walking shoes on, and be back here in five, or I'll come get you." As Charlie said that, he swished a sapling the size of a riding crop back and forth.

One hour and twenty minutes later, "Cobb's Warriors," as they came to call themselves, arrived at the top of the mountain. Each woman had done more, much more, then she ever imagined that she was capable of doing that morning.

They had griped. They had complained. Sue Ann had screamed at him, "You're an asshole, Cobb."

"That, and a cock, Sweetheart," he had replied.

Mary Lou had giggled at that. That got everyone laughing, even Sue Ann.

Once at the summit, they sat on the bald-cliff, with a view extending fifty miles. Each women sat holding her legs, deep in her thoughts, as Charlie passed out granola bars, peanut butter sandwiches, and water bottles that he had carried in his fifty-pound backpack. Each was immensely proud that she had made it to the top. Little did they know that Charlie would have carried anyone who could not make it. Marines do not leave people behind. Not now, not ever.

A thought came to Janis Powell. She turned to study this Charles Cobb. Here are five women in the wilderness of Montana with just one man. Yet not one of them was the least bit afraid of him, afraid for themselves, or afraid for the other women. The reason, she concluded, was they had no doubt whatsoever that there was anything that Charlie Cobb could not handle, be it man, animal, or weather. She had an urge to steal the belongings of the other women. But, in her heart, she knew that this Charles Cobb would stop her, correct her. He would be on her case. He was a force unlike any that she had ever encountered before. Suddenly, it was upon her. She had a desire to have sex with him. She wanted him between her legs. She wanted him to take her. Later…

The hike down to the clearing was, in Charlie's words, "A walk in the park."

Without being asked, the women divided up the duties for the preparation of supper. Using a bon-fire, Charlie heated up ten gallons of water. He set up a shower, by hanging a sprinkler from a tree. Each woman, in turn, stood naked before all the rest, as she washed herself, while Charlie fed warm water down on her. The women gathered around when it was Charlie's turn. Mary Lou poured the water.

As Charlie washed his cock with soap, Sandra said, just loud enough for them all to hear, "Charlie, make it hard for us."

In seconds, it was erect. Janis, the thief, reached to touch it. Mary Lou exclaimed, "I'm first, I'm first, I'm first."

Betsy, the girl with the depression problem, had a sad look on her face. Charlie saw it. Still wet, he went over to her. He whispered in her ear, "You can have me first, if you want?"

The other four women knew instantly what he had done, and why. Each, in her own way, fell in love with Charles Edward Cobb at that moment.

A summer storm, complete with rumbling-thunder, continuous-lightning, worked its way up the valley towards the bus, just after dark. It was a hot, muggy, summer night. All were naked. The wind picked up, causing the bus to rock, as the heavy rain droplets beat a steady pitter-patter, pitter-patter, against the top and sides of the bus.

He sensed her nearness. Her hand touched his. Slowly, gently she lie next to him, resting her body on his side. She placed her head on his chest. In the light of the lightning flash, he knew that it was Betsy.

Mary Lou saw her slide next to him. She slid her finger into her own pussy.

Charlie rolled over to be able to kiss Betsy, while fondling her breasts. He did not know it. And, she never told him, but Betsy was a virgin. He placed her hand on his cock. He misunderstood her feeling it all over as excitement, of her wanting it in her. For her part, she was wondering how big it was? Would it fit in her?

He lowered himself to eat her pussy. Sue Ann, and Sandra sat up to watch. Each was playing with her tits, while finger fucking herself. Janis slid closer. Mary Lou dipped a large carrot that she had sculptured, in some corn oil.

Betsy was withering, moaning, and undulating her ass. Charlie slid forward. He held her legs by placing his arms behind her knees, so that her ass was in the air. His cock found her slit. With a few pumps of his ass, the bulb of his cock caught at her hole. As his weight shifted upon his cock, it pushes slowly into her pussy. Charlie knew that he had a good one. She was nice and tight. Her fingers were digging into his back from her tension. He snapped his ass forward, while whispering, "yahoo."

It had been four months since Charlie had last had sex. He humped, humped, humped. He humped some more. Mary Lou thrust the carrot up Betsy's ass. Sue Ann and Sandra got on each side of Betsy. Each grabbed a breast with both hands to yank and pull it.

The wind was now howling. Zzzz, kaboom. Zzzz, kaboom. The lightning struck close by again and again. Torrents of rain pounded the bus. Betsy cum. The moment that she did, Charlie rolled off her. He rolled Sue Ann onto her back. His cock was rammed up her swollen wet pussy. She cum with his third push. He rolled off her. He shoved Mary Lou onto her back. His cock slashed into her hungry hole. He drove that pole of his deeply into her snatch. She screamed out, "Your fucker, you fucker, you fucker," as her cunt grabbed his cock as she cum. Thunder boomed overhead.

Sandra, a tiny woman, he covered like a blanket. Her hand guided his cock into her. She was the most active fuck. Her little ass thrust up at his descending cock, hard. She cum, while moaning,"Charlie."

A lightning flash revealed Janis, with her hand in Sue Ann's bag. The others saw it too. "Hold her on her back for me," Charlie commanded.

"Spread her very wide for me." Charlie took her with long deep thrusts. He cum. Janis tosed her head from side to side as her body responded. She cum. He got hard again. Cum. He took her again. Cum. Hard again. He took her again.

Janis now knew what was in store for her if she stole anything.

Back in Orofino, Idaho they were missing five patients. No one had the slightest idea as to what had happened to them, since the sheriff was from another jurisdiction, and the nurse had moved. Died in the fire? Who knows?

We do. Charlie and his women now eagerly await darkness so that they can start the Evening Orgy. Any excuse is a reason to fuck.

September first is the start of Elk season in Montana. A guide, scouting for Elk, rode his horse into the clearing. Charlie and he talked for over an hour. Charlie had crossed the tracks of hundreds of Elk in the area. He told the guide what he had seen, and where. Mary Lou walked over to them. "You should ask the nice man to stay the night, Charlie?"

"Welcome to stay. Have some grub. Some entertainment?"

"Sure, like to."

Mary Lou went back to the bus to tell the other girls that there was to be a new cock in camp that night. While the girls fixed chow, Charlie swore the guide, Bob Dodds, to secrecy. Just after dark, Charlie brought Bob to the entrance of the bus. They could see that he was naked as he walked up the steps. "Have at him girls."

With a string tied tightly around his cock, Bob was able to fuck each of the five women, until she cum. The next morning Bob asked Charlie if it was okay for him to use the clearing to erect tents for his hunters to use during the month of September. "Hell, I don't own the land, " was Charlie's response.

Each group of fifteen hunters would stay for five days. The first night, Bob told the hunters. "I can get you some fine entertainment, if you promise that what goes on here, stays here?"

Each nodded his head, as his face lit up with a shit-eating grin. Their thoughts ran from some sort of sexy dance, to a showing of tits. They had seen the women near the bus on the other side of the clearing. They were invited to the bus. It was heated. Once inside, the women all stood up. Each was wearing a coat. When the coats were removed, five women stood before them naked.

Mary Lou took Betsy's hand. She took her over to a young guy named Patrick Williams. She wanted Betsy to be fucked by a guy her own age. "Here play with this," she told Patrick.

Betsy shyly was looking at the floor. Patrick picked her up. He carried her to the corner. His cock was rigidly pointing up, extending to his belly button, as he dropped his pants. Betsy moaned as his mouth latched onto her pussy. She withered in ecstasy when his mouth sucked her clit. "Ooohhooo," came from her as his cock eased up her pussy. An hour later, both Bob and Charlie quietly creped among the withering bodies to find Betsy. Patrick was lying beside her, spent.

Charlie had told Bob that Betsy was the tightest fuck. Bob lowered his body onto her soft womanly body. She was still breathing hard from fucking Patrick. Her pussy was fully engorged. Her breasts enlarged a full cup. Nipples, sensitive, sticking out like erasers. Cum leaking from her. Bob opened her legs. There was no resistance. She knew he was there to fuck her. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to be fucked. She needed to be fucked. When his cock found her slit, she grabbed his ass to pull him towards her. Her hands rubbed his back, ass, back to his head. He felt his cock bottom in her. He fucked her fast and hard. Pumping, pounding, thrusting, as deep as he could push his cock. "Oh, Oh, Oh," he moaned as he cum.

When Bob rolled off, Charlie got on to give Betsy a long slow fuck. It was nice not to have to please five women.

Every spare moment that they were not hunting, the hunters would be in the bus chatting with the women, and fucking them. One by one, Charlie's girls came up to him. Mary Lou's conversation is an example.

"Charlie, take a walk with me, would you?"

"Sure, Mary Lou."

"Charlie, I owe you a lot. I owe you a real lot. One of the hunters, an older gentleman, by the name of Peter Jennings, from Pittsburgh, has asked me to marry him."

Charlie stopped. He turned towards her. Kissed her on the forehead. "I know who he is. Good man. Good for you, Mary Lou. He is getting a good woman."

"Charlie, we want you to be the best man?"

"I will be proud to be your best man."

Betsy was next. Patrick was the guy. So it went, until on 6 October, Charlie left that field up on the mountain, alone.

For the winter months, he moved to Kingman, Arizona. He set up a mailing address, so that his girls could keep in touch with him.

On 23 November 2002, there was a soft knocking on the bus door. He opened it to find one hundred, sixteen pounds of dynamite, topped by bright red hair, over a face full of freckles. It was his ex-wife, Shirley.

He eyed her. Her face did not reveal what her mood was, why she was here.

"Yes, thank you."

"How have you been?"

"Charlie, I made a terrible mistake. Money isn't everything. I'm an old Marine's wife at heart, not an officer's wife. I divorced him, Charlie. I'm here to ask you to take me back?"

"Stand up and turn around slowly for me."

As she did so, he continued, " The enemy of fast, smart, and good appearing is fat. I hate fat. I see that you are not fat. I like everything to be in perfect working order. One of the tests of a woman's condition is how well she fucks."

As he was saying this, Shirley dropped her blouse, bra, and belt to the floor.

"To fuck well, a woman has to train. It seems to me that only a Marine can properly train a marine wife to fuck."

Shirley shirt, panties, garter belt, stocking, and shoes were now in a pile at her feet. She lifted her arms above her head to display her breasts. He neatly trimmed; bright-red-bush nestled between her legs.

"How often would you be willing to fuck, if you had a chance to be with a real Marine?

"As a Marine wife, I would be ready to fuck twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week."

Shirley stepped up to the man she had been married to for twenty-three years. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Charlie closed his eyes, as he savored her touch, her smell. His hands softly pawed her ass. She was the love of his life. There never had been another woman, never would be.

Shirley whispered in his ear. "Has the nice Marine maintained his proficiency, or must poor Shirley train him all over again?" Her pussy was grinding against the bulge of his cock. Charlie picked her up. He carried her toward the bed at the rear of the bus. Shirley knew that she would again be Mrs. Charles Edward Cobb. She would experience the comfort, the confidence, that a woman knows when she has a man who is her best friend, conspirator, lover.

As he lowered her to the bed, he said, "Boy, do I have a story to tell you!"

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