Author: Felicity

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An old song came on the radio while I was cleaning up the kitchen, and it got me thinking. I do want a man with a slow hand. These days everything is rush, rush, rush! Two-day shipping because no one can stand to wait on anything.

Girls meet a guy, and that same night she’ll be sucking his dick off. Hell, sometimes a fast girl can’t even wait till they leave the bar, and she’ll be bent over for him in the public restroom fifteen minutes after he buys her that first drink. I miss the old way of doing things. I want a man to woo me into submission. A man who’ll spend some time getting to know what touches I really yearn for.

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potty

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I watched as he shifted his weight from one foot to another. His hands both cupped his crotch and my maternal instincts kicked in before realizing what I was doing. My hand touched his shoulder as I asked: “Do you have to potty?”

The nineteen-year-old boy looked into my eyes with a look of shock and maybe horror. He’d stopped dancing for the moment, but his hand still grasped at his goods. “I don’t know where a bathroom is!” He sounded panicked as he looked all around us.

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Officer

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I’ve always had the utmost respect for law enforcement, but recently, I’ve had the urge to be really, really bad. I think it stems from the fact that all the new deputies in our county are just fucking hot as fuck! All these rugged, sexy officers make my panties get all sticky with only one look. There was word running around town that a speed trap was being set up on the main road, and I couldn’t let the opportunity to get frisked pass me by.

I hopped into my little SUV, wearing the smallest skirt I owned and a tank top that stood no chance of holding up my beautiful tits. Then I raced into town, already fidgety from my fantasies about the soon-to-be officer who would be pulling me over.

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wrecks

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How Felicity wrecks downtown. Felicity was having lunch with her boyfriend when he slipped a powder into her drink without her noticing. She was too busy text messaging her husband about when his flight would come in. She only had the afternoon to spend with her little boy toy.

Chugging down the drink, she thought they would finish their meal and head to his house for some hot sex. Not even two minutes after she had finished the drink, her head felt heavy. Swollen and growing! The chair became tight on her ass. Felicity stood up looking at her boyfriend for help. “What’s happening?” She screamed as the patio pf the restaurant got smaller and smaller.

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There’s a joke going around that says “Girls who played in candle wax in high school are now women who like BDSM.” It’s one of those jokes that’s so funny because it’s true. When I was younger, I was obsessed with candles. The way the flame would flicker in my bedroom and make sexy shadows on the wall. I loved how the burning wick heated the wax and forced the scent to fill the air.

However, what I loved the most about candles was how it felt when I’d dip my finger into the puddle of wax near the flame. When the melted goo sucked on my finger as it dried and I could dip my finger over and over until the layers of wax were so thick I could no longer feel the heat.

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looking

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There is this young boy at youth organization where I volunteer my time, he has a terrible habit of looking up my skirt! I visit them every Wednesday night and the head of the organization is sexy as hell, I dress to impress him but end up turning a few other heads at the same time.

This week, I wore a seafoam green skirt that kissed the tops of my knees with a thin white slip underneath it. The man in charge and I had been flirting a lot in recent weeks. I skipped wearing panties that night hoping for a hot fuck after everyone was gone. My brain was so focused on the older man that I forgot all about the little boy!

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Comfy
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Burr, baby! It’s beginning to get cold outside! At least, early in the mornings when you are trying to sneak out of my bed and rush off to work. Mommy knows you wanna be a big boy and do big boy things like go to work and make money, but they will wait for you. No one will get mad if you spend an extra twenty minutes getting comfy cozy with Mommy in bed.

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Horny
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This hot, housewife stays as horny as a teenage boy. Maybe that’s why I love to fuck them so much. Those young, healthy boys who have much more stamina than their dusty old Fathers do. They are so eager to please my sweet Mommy pussy and for that, I could spread my legs all day long. 

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Listen, baby. You have a great mouth. Such soft lips and a skilled tongue. You belong in Gay Porn! It doesn’t matter if you are actually gay or not! Haven’t you heard of gay for pay? It’s like acting, silly. Your body is just a vessel for pleasure.

If you do this, you can bring joy to more than just one dick! Think about all the men who’ll watch our little porno after it’s been published?! You’ll be famous!

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Moan

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I was over my friend’s house over the weekend and her eighteen-year-old son had come home from the gym while we were sharing morning coffee. He was soaked in sweat, his biceps just swollen with that work out pump. He kissed his mom’s cheek and I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous!

I wanted those young, firm lips on me as well. He smiled politely at me and told us he’d be back after his shower. I closed my eyes and imagined him naked in the shower. It made my horny pussy tingle.

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