Given the nature of the BSD license (w/o the advertising clause), I fail to see how modifying the copyright notices is copyright infringement. The same for GPL, as long as the new code is still GPL.
If women just gave it away, there would be no need to hookers.
Actually, women do "just give it away". Hookers exist because most women have standards, and pimply loosers than don't shower and live in their parents basement don't meet those standards.
Hooker aren't hookers because they like sex for money (ignoring LPIN or other coutries where it is legal and licensed), but because they're drug addicts and need the money, and don't care how they get it.
Open Sores programmers, on the other hand, are a collaboration (more like an orgy or swingers... if your wife won't deep throat you, maybe your neighbors wife will).
Are you aware that HTML is a markup language, and doesn't specify rendering?
specifically, there isn't an HTML spec that states "a list item shall be indented 6 pixels exactly"?
Or, perhaps someone ought to start a project similar to WINE, but for the Cocoa API? Just don't put the look and feel in exact, and do it for interoperability... who knows, maybe you can slip under Apple's legal radar.
Yeah... it's called GNUstep. NeXT and Sun created the OpenStep specification a few years ago (before NeXT became Apple, and Sun decided Java as the future). The core (libFoundation) is currently about 99% done (with an occasional bug fix). The gui portion (libAppKit) is about 80% done.
Yeah, the title sucks, but essential blogging is useful if you want to set up a weblog or weblog site. I also recommend "running weblogs with SLASH", which covers just SLASH, if you're more interested in a site like that. If you want to just post to a weblog, all you need is some teen angst.
Anyhow, I recently was contracted to set up a web log for a local community center. We didn't call it a web-log, but it had streaming radio, journals, and news entries. This book saved a lot of time when I set up the Blosxom system. Especially the list of "gotchas" when using it with IIS (I recommended Apache 2.0, but they were partially funded by a MS grant, go figure).
Peter Wainwright has done another fine job of covering the installation, configuration and running of Apache, this time focussing on version 2.0 of the application.
Much of the material in this book was covered in his previous edition (Professional Apache), though the obvious emphasis here is on Apache 2.0. However, Apache 1.3 isn't ignored and the book is still useful for anyone using that version, as well as anyone simply migrating to 2.0.
As before, it starts with a basic overview of the HTTP protocol, TCP/IP and server hardware. These are useful for beginners, but I'd hope that anyone thinking of running a web server would have this knowledge already.
The section on improving web server security has been expanded into its own chapter and includes plenty of useful system security and integrity advice not peculiar to web servers, but crucial nonetheless. The chapter on extending Apache with third-party modules has had an overhaul too, now covering the likes of WebDAV and mod_python. mod_perl, which has changed drastically for Apache 2.0, is also covered in detail for both versions of Apache.
I've recently built an Apache 2.0 server from scratch using nothing but this book, and apart from a couple of typos I've found it to have covered every step of the way without coming across any errors or omissions (the index is very good but in the May 2002 print I have some of the entries are one page out). The book is still very Unix-centric, though there seems to be more specific information for Windows users than in the previous edition. But then who would run Apache on Windows anyway? IIS is so much better. The author makes his views clear near the start of the book that Unix is a preferable platform, but for the masochists there seems to be enough information to get Apache running on Windows.
If I have any complaints it's that perhaps the chapter on monitoring Apache could have been expanded somewhat in its description of log analysis tools. Only Analog is covered in any depth, though it is described in plenty of detail from installation to configuration and is arguably the most useful analyser out there anyway.
Professional Apache 2.0 isn't a bed-time read, but it's an excellent tutorial and reference for the Apache administrator and far more useful than the online documentation. If you are planning to install or run Apache, then I highly recommend this book.
I am a professional developer trying to combine my Java knowledge with more recently acquired UML skills. When I first opened the book I was genuinely impressed with the clarity of thought and language. I have since read it from cover to cover and my respect for the author has only increased. He takes a pragmatic view of the RUP focusing on 10 key artifacts (out of 109) and has turned my theoretical appreciation of UML into a practical development tool. I particularly liked his event frequency table and clean presentation of use cases. The book provides an easy to follow example containing enough detail to be real world without distracting from the key messages. The teaching style is excellent, reinforcing ideas and summarizing key points and I found the example code to be clear, helpful and focused. In summary, I cannot recommend this book too highly for anyone intending to embark upon a Java development using UML. Read the outline. Buy the book. Enjoy learning.
I have the 3rd edition. This book is considered THE Javascript book. What's makes the book worthwhile is it's fine discussion of Javascript's innerworkings. If you really want learn how Javascript's objects, functions, and data type handling work, then this is the book for you. The criticisms of this book fall into three catagories:
"Not for beginners". Yes, this book is not intended for people who have never studied object oriented programming. But this is slashdot! Even beginners, if they are serious enough, will eventually need some clues about how Javascript really works.
"It's outdated". Duh, 4th edition! Anyhow, the author's in-depth explanation of Javascript innerworkings may never become outdated, and that alone is what makes this book worthwhile.
"Not enough examples". This is the only criticism that I actually agree with. Not only can this book benefit from additional small examples, but the author's explanations are sometimes lacking, or even worse, missing. On a few examples, he basically says, "This is worthy of study. Go ahead and study it." Sorry, I expect more from my books, than a grumpy professor in a university lecture hall, nearing the end of class.
This is good news! CVS apologists can stop reading (and moderating:) this post now. Okay, CVS has shortcomings that can't easily be overcome. But, it's widely available. Personally, I use perforce for my own development work (you get a 2-seat license for free), since it supports a lot of basic features that cvs doesn't (change sets, linked failures, IDE integration).
I may switch to subversion, though. It looks like it has promise!
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick,
not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person.
You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem
to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real-
ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one
night in New York City, late in the evening when I was
doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the
local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the
fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my
second round when a woman approached my table and asked
if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it
wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She
wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to
flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top
that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the
wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very
light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for
about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to
sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought
the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a
while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know,
flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when
I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing
of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this
time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an
instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as
she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher
and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then
her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid
her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After
about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a
wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle
in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of
seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc-
tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find
where she might be when I was pulled into a utility
room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of
her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like
lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down
her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid
my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were
bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing
any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants
and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed
my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired
before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how
much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer
fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it
and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips
with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight
to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special
slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to
be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself
on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as
she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock
tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in
barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then
my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to
dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little
fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and
placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the
head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head
like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my
full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could
feel the head of my dick going down her throat which
was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow-
jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out
any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She
must have had a lot of experience, the way she played
me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear
her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her
breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated
as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly
shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With
out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her
small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening
and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime.
Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with
full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my
cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes
the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves
fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I
can still remember the sound of her buttons flying
around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited
and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started
to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration.
On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal
walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began
to climax her back arched up off the floor and she
began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her
face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds,
then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical
climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after
spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much
longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty
body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white
cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her.
(After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She
replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of
silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now."
She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she
pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she
was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her
name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes
ever since.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick,
not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person.
You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem
to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real-
ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one
night in New York City, late in the evening when I was
doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the
local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the
fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my
second round when a woman approached my table and asked
if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it
wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She
wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to
flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top
that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the
wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very
light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for
about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to
sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought
the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a
while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know,
flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when
I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing
of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this
time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an
instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as
she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher
and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then
her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid
her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After
about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a
wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle
in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of
seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc-
tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find
where she might be when I was pulled into a utility
room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of
her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like
lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down
her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid
my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were
bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing
any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants
and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed
my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired
before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how
much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer
fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it
and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips
with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight
to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special
slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to
be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself
on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as
she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock
tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in
barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then
my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to
dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little
fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and
placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the
head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head
like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my
full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could
feel the head of my dick going down her throat which
was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow-
jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out
any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She
must have had a lot of experience, the way she played
me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear
her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her
breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated
as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly
shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With
out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her
small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening
and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime.
Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with
full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my
cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes
the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves
fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I
can still remember the sound of her buttons flying
around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited
and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started
to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration.
On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal
walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began
to climax her back arched up off the floor and she
began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her
face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds,
then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical
climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after
spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much
longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty
body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white
cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her.
(After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She
replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of
silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now."
She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she
pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt
to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her
name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes
ever since.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick,
not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person.
You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem
to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real-
ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one
night in New York City, late in the evening when I was
doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the
local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the
fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my
second round when a woman approached my table and asked
if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it
wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She
wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to
flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top
that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the
wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very
light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for
about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to
sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought
the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a
while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know,
flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when
I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing
of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this
time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an
instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as
she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher
and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then
her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid
her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After
about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a
wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle
in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of
seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc-
tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find
where she might be when I was pulled into a utility
room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of
her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like
lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down
her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid
my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were
bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing
any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants
and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed
my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired
before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how
much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer
fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it
and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips
with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight
to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special
slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to
be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself
on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as
she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock
tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in
barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then
my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to
dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little
fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and
placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the
head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head
like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my
full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could
feel the head of my dick going down her throat which
was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow-
jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out
any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She
must have had a lot of experience, the way she played
me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear
her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her
breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated
as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly
shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With
out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her
small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening
and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime.
Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with
full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my
cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes
the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves
fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I
can still remember the sound of her buttons flying
around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited
and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started
to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration.
On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal
walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began
to climax her back arched up off the floor and she
began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her
face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds,
then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical
climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after
spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much
longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty
body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white
cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her.
(After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She
replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of
silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now."
She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she
pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt
to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she
was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes ever since.
Actually, fatbrain was a joint venture between bn & some venture capitalists. When it failed to make money, they just raised the prices and folded it back into bn.com
Does anybody else remember when slashdot had referer links to CDNow and Amazon.com on the front page?
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick,
not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person.
You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem
to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real-
ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one
night in New York City, late in the evening when I was
doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the
local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the
fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my
second round when a woman approached my table and asked
if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it
wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She
wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to
flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top
that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the
wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very
light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for
about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to
sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought
the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a
while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know,
flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when
I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing
of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this
time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an
instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as
she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher
and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then
her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid
her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After
about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a
wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle
in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of
seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc-
tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find
where she might be when I was pulled into a utility
room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of
her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like
lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down
her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid
my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were
bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing
any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants
and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed
my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired
before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how
much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer
fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it
and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips
with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight
to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special
slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to
be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself
on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as
she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock
tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in
barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then
my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to
dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little
fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and
placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the
head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head
like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my
full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could
feel the head of my dick going down her throat which
was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow-
jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out
any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She
must have had a lot of experience, the way she played
me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear
her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her
breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated
as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly
shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With
out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her
small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening
and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime.
Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with
full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my
cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes
the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves
fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I
can still remember the sound of her buttons flying
around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited
and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started
to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration.
On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal
walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began
to climax her back arched up off the floor and she
began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her
face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds,
then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical
climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after
spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much
longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty
body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white
cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her.
(After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She
replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of
silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now."
She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she
pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt
to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she
was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her
name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes
ever since.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick,
not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person.
You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem
to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real-
ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one
night in New York City, late in the evening when I was
doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the
local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the
fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my
second round when a woman approached my table and asked
if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it
wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She
wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to
flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top
that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the
wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very
light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for
about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to
sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought
the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a
while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know,
flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when
I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing
of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this
time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an
instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as
she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher
and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then
her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid
her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After
about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a
wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle
in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of
seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc-
tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find
where she might be when I was pulled into a utility
room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of
her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like
lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down
her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid
my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were
bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing
any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants
and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed
my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired
before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how
much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer
fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it
and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips
with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight
to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special
slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to
be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself
on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as
she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock
tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in
barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then
my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to
dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little
fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and
placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the
head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head
like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my
full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could
feel the head of my dick going down her throat which
was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow-
jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out
any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She
must have had a lot of experience, the way she played
me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear
her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her
breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated
as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly
shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With
out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her
small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening
and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime.
Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with
full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my
cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes
the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves
fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I
can still remember the sound of her buttons flying
around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited
and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started
to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration.
On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal
walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began
to climax her back arched up off the floor and she
began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her
face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds,
then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical
climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after
spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much
longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty
body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white
cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her.
(After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She
replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of
silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now."
She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she
pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt
to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she
was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her
name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes
ever since.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick,
not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person.
You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem
to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real-
ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one
night in New York City, late in the evening when I was
doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the
local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the
fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my
second round when a woman approached my table and asked
if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it
wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She
wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to
flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top
that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the
wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very
light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for
about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to
sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought
the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a
while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know,
flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when
I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing
of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this
time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an
instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as
she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher
and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then
her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid
her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After
about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a
wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle
in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of
seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc-
tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find
where she might be when I was pulled into a utility
room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of
her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like
lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down
her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid
my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were
bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing
any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants
and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed
my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired
before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how
much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer
fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it
and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips
with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight
to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special
slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to
be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself
on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as
she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock
tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in
barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then
my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to
dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little
fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and
placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the
head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head
like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my
full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could
feel the head of my dick going down her throat which
was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow-
jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out
any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She
must have had a lot of experience, the way she played
me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear
her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her
breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated
as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly
shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With
out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her
small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening
and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime.
Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with
full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my
cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes
the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves
fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I
can still remember the sound of her buttons flying
around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited
and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started
to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration.
On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal
walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began
to climax her back arched up off the floor and she
began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her
face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds,
then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical
climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after
spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much
longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty
body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white
cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her.
(After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She
replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of
silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now."
She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she
pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt
to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she
was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her
name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes
ever since.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick,
not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person.
You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem
to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real-
ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one
night in New York City, late in the evening when I was
doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the
local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the
fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my
second round when a woman approached my table and asked
if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it
wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She
wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to
flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top
that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the
wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very
light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for
about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to
sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought
the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a
while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know,
flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when
I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing
of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this
time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an
instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as
she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher
and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then
her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid
her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After
about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a
wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle
in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of
seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc-
tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find
where she might be when I was pulled into a utility
room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of
her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like
lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down
her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid
my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were
bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing
any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants
and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed
my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired
before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how
much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer
fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it
and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips
with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight
to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special
slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to
be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself
on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as
she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock
tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in
barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then
my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to
dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little
fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and
placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the
head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head
like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my
full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could
feel the head of my dick going down her throat which
was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow-
jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out
any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She
must have had a lot of experience, the way she played
me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear
her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her
breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated
as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly
shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With
out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her
small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening
and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime.
Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with
full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my
cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes
the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves
fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I
can still remember the sound of her buttons flying
around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited
and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started
to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration.
On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal
walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began
to climax her back arched up off the floor and she
began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her
face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds,
then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical
climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after
spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much
longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty
body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white
cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her.
(After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She
replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of
silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now."
She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she
pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt
to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she
was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her
name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes
ever since.
PS - please make your posts interesting, links to pictures of women having sex, etc.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick,
not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person.
You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem
to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real-
ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one
night in New York City, late in the evening when I was
doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the
local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the
fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my
second round when a woman approached my table and asked
if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it
wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She
wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to
flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top
that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the
wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very
light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for
about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to
sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought
the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a
while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know,
flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when
I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing
of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this
time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an
instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as
she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher
and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then
her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid
her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After
about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a
wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle
in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of
seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc-
tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find
where she might be when I was pulled into a utility
room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of
her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like
lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down
her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid
my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were
bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing
any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants
and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed
my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired
before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how
much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer
fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it
and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips
with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight
to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special
slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to
be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself
on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as
she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock
tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in
barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then
my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to
dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little
fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and
placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the
head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head
like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my
full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could
feel the head of my dick going down her throat which
was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow-
jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out
any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She
must have had a lot of experience, the way she played
me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear
her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her
breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated
as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly
shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With
out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her
small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening
and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime.
Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with
full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my
cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes
the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves
fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I
can still remember the sound of her buttons flying
around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited
and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started
to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration.
On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal
walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began
to climax her back arched up off the floor and she
began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her
face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds,
then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical
climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after
spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much
longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty
body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white
cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her.
(After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She
replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of
silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now."
She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she
pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt
to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she
was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her
name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes
ever since.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick,
not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person.
You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem
to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real-
ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one
night in New York City, late in the evening when I was
doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the
local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the
fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my
second round when a woman approached my table and asked
if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it
wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She
wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to
flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top
that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the
wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very
light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for
about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to
sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought
the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a
while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know,
flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when
I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing
of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this
time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an
instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as
she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher
and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then
her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid
her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After
about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a
wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle
in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of
seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc-
tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find
where she might be when I was pulled into a utility
room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of
her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like
lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down
her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid
my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were
bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing
any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants
and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed
my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired
before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how
much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer
fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it
and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips
with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight
to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special
slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to
be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself
on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as
she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock
tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in
barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then
my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to
dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little
fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and
placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the
head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head
like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my
full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could
feel the head of my dick going down her throat which
was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow-
jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out
any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She
must have had a lot of experience, the way she played
me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear
her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her
breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated
as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly
shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With
out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her
small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening
and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime.
Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with
full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my
cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes
the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves
fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I
can still remember the sound of her buttons flying
around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited
and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started
to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration.
On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal
walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began
to climax her back arched up off the floor and she
began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her
face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds,
then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical
climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after
spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much
longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty
body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white
cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her.
(After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She
replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of
silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now."
She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she
pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt
to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she
was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her
name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes
ever since.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick,
not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person.
You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem
to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real-
ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one
night in New York City, late in the evening when I was
doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the
local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the
fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my
second round when a woman approached my table and asked
if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it
wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She
wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to
flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top
that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the
wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very
light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for
about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to
sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought
the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a
while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know,
flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when
I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing
of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this
time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an
instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as
she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher
and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then
her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid
her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After
about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a
wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle
in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of
seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc-
tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find
where she might be when I was pulled into a utility
room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of
her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like
lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down
her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid
my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were
bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing
any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants
and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed
my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired
before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how
much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer
fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it
and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips
with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight
to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special
slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to
be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself
on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as
she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock
tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in
barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then
my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to
dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little
fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and
placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the
head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head
like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my
full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could
feel the head of my dick going down her throat which
was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow-
jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out
any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She
must have had a lot of experience, the way she played
me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear
her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her
breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated
as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly
shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With
out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her
small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening
and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime.
Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with
full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my
cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes
the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves
fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I
can still remember the sound of her buttons flying
around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited
and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started
to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration.
On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal
walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began
to climax her back arched up off the floor and she
began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her
face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds,
then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical
climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after
spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much
longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty
body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white
cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her.
(After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She
replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of
silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now."
She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she
pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt
to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she
was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her
name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes
ever since.
Slashdot Mirror
how about a database of slashdot users who have had sex with a woman?
Could someone enlighten me?
Actually, women do "just give it away". Hookers exist because most women have standards, and pimply loosers than don't shower and live in their parents basement don't meet those standards.
Hooker aren't hookers because they like sex for money (ignoring LPIN or other coutries where it is legal and licensed), but because they're drug addicts and need the money, and don't care how they get it.
Open Sores programmers, on the other hand, are a collaboration (more like an orgy or swingers... if your wife won't deep throat you, maybe your neighbors wife will).
Are you aware that HTML is a markup language, and doesn't specify rendering?
specifically, there isn't an HTML spec that states "a list item shall be indented 6 pixels exactly"?
Take it from me, Kathleen Fent looks a lot better when the lights are out, and I'm drunk.
thank you! I'll be in town all week!
You linux hippies should learn how to use RAID, kill off those lice/crabs for once and all.
Now, if only there was a book to teach open sores hippies how to use SOAP, or how to kill -9 BO
Yeah... it's called GNUstep. NeXT and Sun created the OpenStep specification a few years ago (before NeXT became Apple, and Sun decided Java as the future). The core (libFoundation) is currently about 99% done (with an occasional bug fix). The gui portion (libAppKit) is about 80% done.
Yeah, the title sucks, but essential blogging is useful if you want to set up a weblog or weblog site. I also recommend "running weblogs with SLASH", which covers just SLASH, if you're more interested in a site like that. If you want to just post to a weblog, all you need is some teen angst.
Anyhow, I recently was contracted to set up a web log for a local community center. We didn't call it a web-log, but it had streaming radio, journals, and news entries. This book saved a lot of time when I set up the Blosxom system. Especially the list of "gotchas" when using it with IIS (I recommended Apache 2.0, but they were partially funded by a MS grant, go figure).
Peter Wainwright has done another fine job of covering the installation, configuration and running of Apache, this time focussing on version 2.0 of the application.
Much of the material in this book was covered in his previous edition (Professional Apache), though the obvious emphasis here is on Apache 2.0. However, Apache 1.3 isn't ignored and the book is still useful for anyone using
that version, as well as anyone simply migrating to 2.0.
As before, it starts with a basic overview of the HTTP protocol, TCP/IP and server hardware. These are useful for beginners, but I'd hope that anyone thinking of running a web server would have this knowledge already.
The section on improving web server security has been expanded into its own chapter and includes plenty of useful system security and integrity advice not peculiar to web servers, but crucial nonetheless. The chapter on extending Apache with third-party modules has had an overhaul too, now covering the likes of WebDAV and mod_python. mod_perl, which has changed drastically for Apache 2.0, is also covered in detail for both versions of Apache.
I've recently built an Apache 2.0 server from scratch using nothing but this book, and apart from a couple of typos I've found it to have covered every step of the way without coming across any errors or omissions (the index is very good but in the May 2002 print I have some of the entries are one page out). The book is still very Unix-centric, though there seems to be more specific information for Windows users than in the previous edition. But then who would run Apache on Windows anyway? IIS is so much better. The author makes his views clear near the start of the book that Unix is a preferable platform, but for the masochists there seems to be enough information to get Apache running
on Windows.
If I have any complaints it's that perhaps the chapter on monitoring Apache could have been expanded somewhat in its description of log analysis tools. Only Analog is covered in any depth, though it is described in plenty of
detail from installation to configuration and is arguably the most useful analyser out there anyway.
Professional Apache 2.0 isn't a bed-time read, but it's an excellent tutorial and reference for the Apache administrator and far more useful than the online documentation. If you are planning to install or run Apache, then I highly recommend this book.
I am a professional developer trying to combine my Java knowledge with more recently acquired UML skills. When I first opened the book I was genuinely impressed with the clarity of thought and language. I have since read it from cover to cover and my respect for the author has only increased.
He takes a pragmatic view of the RUP focusing on 10 key artifacts (out of 109) and has turned my theoretical appreciation of UML into a practical development tool. I particularly liked his event frequency table and clean presentation of use cases. The book provides an easy to follow example containing enough detail to be real world without distracting from the key messages. The teaching style is excellent, reinforcing ideas and summarizing key points and I found the example code to be clear, helpful and focused.
In summary, I cannot recommend this book too highly for anyone intending to embark upon a Java development using UML. Read the outline. Buy the book. Enjoy learning.
This is good news! CVS apologists can stop reading (and moderating :) this post now. Okay, CVS has shortcomings that can't easily be overcome. But, it's widely available. Personally, I use perforce for my own development work (you get a 2-seat license for free), since it supports a lot of basic features that cvs doesn't (change sets, linked failures, IDE integration).
I may switch to subversion, though. It looks like it has promise!
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my second round when a woman approached my table and asked if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know, flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc- tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find where she might be when I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could feel the head of my dick going down her throat which was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow- jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She must have had a lot of experience, the way she played me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime. Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I can still remember the sound of her buttons flying around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched up off the floor and she began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds, then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her. (After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now." She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes ever since.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my second round when a woman approached my table and asked if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know, flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc- tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find where she might be when I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could feel the head of my dick going down her throat which was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow- jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She must have had a lot of experience, the way she played me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime. Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I can still remember the sound of her buttons flying around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched up off the floor and she began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds, then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her. (After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now." She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes ever since.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my second round when a woman approached my table and asked if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know, flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc- tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find where she might be when I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could feel the head of my dick going down her throat which was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow- jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She must have had a lot of experience, the way she played me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime. Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I can still remember the sound of her buttons flying around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched up off the floor and she began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds, then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her. (After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now." She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes ever since.
Does anybody else remember when slashdot had referer links to CDNow and Amazon.com on the front page?
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick, not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person. You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real- ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one night in New York City, late in the evening when I was doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my second round when a woman approached my table and asked if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know, flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc- tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find where she might be when I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could feel the head of my dick going down her throat which was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow- jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She must have had a lot of experience, the way she played me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime. Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I can still remember the sound of her buttons flying around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched up off the floor and she began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds, then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her. (After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now." She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes ever since.
watch out, this links to a picture of a guy with a huge asshole!
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick, not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person. You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real- ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one night in New York City, late in the evening when I was doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my second round when a woman approached my table and asked if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know, flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc- tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find where she might be when I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could feel the head of my dick going down her throat which was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow- jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She must have had a lot of experience, the way she played me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime. Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I can still remember the sound of her buttons flying around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched up off the floor and she began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds, then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her. (After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now." She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes ever since.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick, not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person. You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real- ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one night in New York City, late in the evening when I was doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my second round when a woman approached my table and asked if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know, flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc- tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find where she might be when I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could feel the head of my dick going down her throat which was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow- jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She must have had a lot of experience, the way she played me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime. Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I can still remember the sound of her buttons flying around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched up off the floor and she began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds, then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her. (After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now." She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes ever since.
PS - please make your posts interesting, links to pictures of women having sex, etc.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick, not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person. You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real- ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one night in New York City, late in the evening when I was doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my second round when a woman approached my table and asked if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know, flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc- tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find where she might be when I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could feel the head of my dick going down her throat which was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow- jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She must have had a lot of experience, the way she played me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime. Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I can still remember the sound of her buttons flying around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched up off the floor and she began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds, then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her. (After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now." She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes ever since.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick, not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person. You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real- ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one night in New York City, late in the evening when I was doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my second round when a woman approached my table and asked if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know, flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc- tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find where she might be when I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could feel the head of my dick going down her throat which was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow- jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She must have had a lot of experience, the way she played me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime. Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I can still remember the sound of her buttons flying around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched up off the floor and she began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds, then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her. (After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now." She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes ever since.
I quite an ordinary guy. No big muscles, no huge dick, not even particularly handsome, but I'm a lucky person. You know, the kind of guy that fun things always seem to happen to. I can't remember the first time I real- ized that I was lucky, but I certainly remember one night in New York City, late in the evening when I was doing a little Bar hopping, when I walked into the local bar and seated myself.
I was expecting to have a regular Friday night but the fates dealt me a new card that night. I was on my second round when a woman approached my table and asked if the extra chair had been taken. I replied that it wasn't and she proceeded to sit down.
She had suicidal blonde hair and a voluptuous body. She wore a tight miniskirt and fishnet stockings and to flatter her large breasts she wore a low cut halter top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Her eyes were the wildest shade of green I had ever seen in eyes, very light and almost florescent but not quite.
We began to talk and continued a good conversation for about an hour when the subject suddenly switched to sex. (I think that she was the one who first brought the subject up.)
We discussed our personal sexual preferences for a while and we were both getting quite horny. (You know, flirting shamelessly with each other.)
Another fifteen minutes of steamy sex talk went by when I felt her leg sweep across my foot. Thinking nothing of it I continued talking. Then I felt her leg but this time it was rubbing up and down my shin. I got an instant hard-on and pushed my leg out a bit more, so as she had plenty of room to work on it.
We continued our conversation as her leg rubbed higher and higher making its way towards my crotch area. Then her foot raised and pushed against my groin. She slid her foot up and down in a very pleasing manner. After about two minutes of this she stopped and got up.
"I'm going to freshen up." She said seductively with a wink. I guessed what she wanted me to do by the sparkle in her eyes, so after she had been gone for a couple of seconds I got up too and went off in the same direc- tion. I was in the back halls of the bar trying to find where she might be when I was pulled into a utility room. I couldn't see her but I recognized the scent of her perfume.
We where locked in each others embrace immediately like lovers who were going to die at any moment.
I slid my hand down her back, across her butt, and down her leg until I reached the bottom of her skirt. I slid my hand under and began rubbing her thighs. They were bare and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
As I was felling this bird up she was undoing my pants and sliding her hand under my boxer shorts. She rubbed my dick with those long delicate fingers I had admired before and made me so excited that I wasn't sure how much more massaging I was going to be able to stand.
I moved my hand on down until it came to the outer fringes of pubic hair, then ran my fingers through it and came to her juicy cunt. I parted her vaginal lips with my middle finger then slid it in. What a delight to feel her all lubricated for me. I love that special slickness that a horny woman has when she's ready to be fucked. It makes me crazy.
She began to move her hips up and down shoving herself on to my finger. She made noises similar to purring as she got more and more excited. Her grip on my cock tightened as she was about to orgasm.
Finally, as she came her cunt juices flowed out in barrels covering my hand and down her inner thigh. Then my pretty baby started to stroke my cock in earnest.
I slipped my fingers out of her honey pot and tried to dry them on my shirt. Before I could react my little fuck doll slid down to her knees in front of me and placed her lips on my dick. She slid her mouth over the head of it and began to bob that pretty blonde head like there was no tomorrow.
It was like an erotic torture. She managed to take my full length in one swallow gagging just a bit. I could feel the head of my dick going down her throat which was a lot like entering a pussy.
I came about a minute later after one of the best blow- jobs of my life. There was no way I could have held out any longer, she really knew what she was doing. (She must have had a lot of experience, the way she played me like a musical instrument.)
After I came she stood up in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing and could smell my come on her breath. I could tell that she was still as stimulated as I was. So I pressed her against the wall and slowly shoved her down to the floor of the utility room. With out asking I lifted her skirt and climbed on top of her small body.
I heard her moan as I arranged my dick at her opening and I readied for the wildest fuck of my lifetime. Pushing I entered her little piece of paradise with full thrust. She screamed with pain and pleasure as my cock shoved its way home, but after a few more strokes the noises she made were those of lust.
As my dick pounded her cunt my hands found themselves fondling her firm tits. (I had torn her blouse open. I can still remember the sound of her buttons flying around the room.)
After a minute she began to get more and more excited and clamped her shapely legs around my body and started to thrust onto my cock, enabling maximum penetration. On one particularly deep thrust I felt her vaginal walls clamp around my dick like a vice. When she began to climax her back arched up off the floor and she began to make hissing noises.
I wish the lights had been on so I could have seen her face as she clawed the air. It lasted for a few seconds, then she fell back and her body relaxed under me.
I had been effected by her emotional and physical climax and came in floods myself. I emptied spurt after spurt into her until I thought if I kept doing it much longer she might explode.
After gaining the most pleasure I could from her sweaty body I withdrew my semi-hard dick from her. My white cream spilled from her used cunt as I withdrew from her. (After a couple seconds it stopped.)
"Was it good for you baby?" I asked.
"Fuck yes lover, better than I can remember ever!" She replied as she panted for air. After a brief time of silence she said, "Well I guess I should be going now." She got up.
I just kind of laid there, still out of breath as she pulled her damaged blouse closed and adjusted her skirt to cover her come soaked cunt. And a moment later she was gone.
I never did see her again, and I didn't even know her name, but I've always had a thing for suicide blondes ever since.