FRIDAY’S STORY:

Thanks to one of our girls supplying her BFF’s Confessional. It’s from a guy’s perspective this week. Enjoy!


When I was a kid, there was this girl in day camp that I always thought was beautiful, but never had the guts to tell her or even talk to her. She wasn’t popular, and was in the group that the other campers would completely ignore. It think they were called, “the rejects”. It was a pretty bad label, and it followed them from summer to summer.  I always wondered if my peers were blind to her beauty or if I was just the weird one, and so I left it at that.

I always felt a little bit like a creeper, watching her from afar. She had shoulder length golden blonde hair, and these plastic framed glasses. I guess the glasses is why people labeled her “a reject”. Some folks just can’t see, and they get made fun of for it. It’s really messed up, and I wish that I was a better person back then to stand up for her… anyways, she always said hello to me in the morning, and smiled. I always felt little butterflies in my stomach when she did this. I would wait for her every morning, and her smile always made my insides squeeze, and my knees weak. I would purposefully sit next to her “by accident” on the camp buses just to smell her rosy scent. She used to make unusual lanyards, and I was always in awe to how she put them together. I think that I was in love, and then one day she disappeared.

She quit day camp, and my little 11 year old heart broke.

Well, fast forward about ten years, I was in college, and I am going to the library to study. I sit by an area that has reserved rooms, and I find myself looking up. No idea why, but I keep feeling drawn to this one room. Completely random, I know. The door opens from that reserved room, and this tall blonde with very long hair comes walking out. It takes my brain a second to register, but my insides immediately drop to the floor. I don’t know why or how, but I find myself blurting out her name. It came out more like a statement and less of question, she stops, and focuses on me. Her face, showing no recognition, faces in my direction. I find myself getting up, grabbing my things, and walking her way. She looks up at me, and her eyes widen with a faint recognition. “Oh”.

She looked at me. Her face had become even more beautiful. She had traded in the glasses for contacts, and had filled out up top. She wasn’t this little flat chested girl anymore. I found myself looking over her curves, and fine lines. She was incredibly hot, and all of those mean kids in day camp were surely missing out.

She caught my eyes, and looked deep inside. “Jeffery, is that you? Wow, you are handsome!” Yes, yes it was me. Oh I am handsome. She steps closer, “you were the sweet one in day camp. I always liked you”. She was close enough that I could smell her, and the hint of the rosy flavor was still there. I breathed in deeply trying to trap that flavor in my very being. I wanted drink her in. I wanted to taste her.

She stepped even closer, I was just inches from her face. “Hey, would you like to study with me? I have a study room all to myself. It gets pretty lonely in here, and—oh…” The closeness of her body, the fragrance, and the butterflies were a bit too much. We both look down, and I see that I have a ragging hard on poking her through my shorts. She looks up, bits her lower lip, and quickly pulls me into the study room. Closing the door behind her, she motions to me to throw my books into a pile on the floor, and I do so. She comes up to me, her hand massaging my crotch, and looks deep into my eyes, “what are we studying for today?” She breaks eye contact, and her hands travel down my body, and begin unbuttoning my shorts. She pulls them down to my ankles, and works back up to my tighty-whities. She pulls them down, and returns to look at my raging boner. She takes one of her hands, and delicately holds my penis. Then she looks at me, “oh Jeffery, I’ve been fantasizing about you since masterbating was a thing. I hope you don’t mind if I make that into a reality…” I nod, her gorgeous blue eyes break away, and she puts my penis in her mouth. The warmness of her hands, and mouth feel incredible. She strokes me, and pushes me deeper. I can’t exactly explain the wonderful sensation of deep throating a girl, but I had to brace myself against the furniture to throat fuck her. She gags, but continues to take me in. Her hands cup my balls, and lightly squeeze them. I feel a pulsating pleasure coming on. I can’t help the intense feeling that is riding in my groin. I pull my penis out, afraid to cum without pleasuring her first. She insists, and gently guides the head of my penis back into her mouth. She sucks it, licks its, and pushes it back down her throat. I can’t exactly explain the sensation, but it was a million times better than it was with using my own hands. I blindly orgasm into her sweet throat, and she sucks it down. I leave my penis there for a few seconds more, until she gently pulls it out. I am going flaccid. She stands up, I am again weak in the knees, and she looks into my eyes…


This is where he left off.

Apparently, he had gotten so turned on by recounting the storyline, that he needed a little “encouragement” to go on.

If you need a little “encouragement” yourself, give us a call.

You can be Jeffery, and I’ll be the hot girl from your youth.

Let’s do this!

 

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Today’s #ThursdayThoughts is a serious one: Have you fondled your balls lately? It may sound like a random thing to say, but hold up–fondling your balls can save your life. Here’s a quick video about Testicular Cancer. I’m not trying to make this blog a Debby Downer, but it is important to be gently reminded now and then to take care of your sex organs.

If you find yourself randomly turned on from touching yourself, and you want a little more self-loving, give me a call. You can tell me about this blog, and what you were doing to get yourself so turned on. I can even be a nurse fondling your balls. Or a sexy cop fondling your balls. Or even a naughty TSA agent, pulling you aside for a “closer inspection”. What ever your fantasy is–call me, and let me satisfy it. 😉

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Honestly, when you first saw this object…

What was the first word that popped into your head?


The answer? This is a Dildo. An ancient STONE dildo from Roman times.

Can you imagine using stone sex toys? Aren’t you glad that we’ve moved onto silicone toys?

To read more about ANCIENT SEX TOYS, check out this nifty article. It’s about a 2 to 3 minute read.


Feeling turned on after reading this article? Good! Give us a call. Pull out your modern equivalents, and let’s get to work!

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Its been a busy week, and I

decided to go unwind at a local pub. Sometimes, there are sports games on the monitors, and other times, it’s the local programming. Tonight, it was local programming.

I was sitting at the bar, sipping a glass from my favorite tap (Dog Fish Head), when this young man comes strolling into the bar. He is wearing a Harley bikers jacket with many patches, and places his helmet up on the counter. It’s bizarre to me, because it isn’t typically young men who own the Harleys. But what do I know?

 

He catches me looking

at him, and nods. He peers at my drink, recognizes it, and nods again. I’m having what she’s having. The barman produces the drink, and biker guy takes a long swig from it. He turns to me, curious about what I was up to, and if I wanted to “see it”.

I’m looking at him for all the wrong reasons. Young, good-looking bad boy with a bike. Of course, I want to “see it”. Who wouldn’t? I agree, and we leave together.

 

Outside, he points out his ride. It’s his old mans classic beauty. He gets to ride it now and then. I look over at him, biker patches, jeans that shaped around his form quiet lovely, and hardy work books. I reply to him, that I’d like to “ride it”, too. I winked.

He looked at me, a tall blonde haired blue eyed mid-twenties woman with a few buttons undone displaying my lovely assets, and a pair of jeans that hugged all of the right parts.

 

I walked up to his bike, and carefully traced the shape with the ends of my fingers. He tells me that the ride is exhilarating, and he loves how it feels up top. I stop and look up at him: “I’m having what you’re having”.

 

In the next second,

I find myself being led by the hand to the area between the pub and the building next to it. There’s a pathway, and it goes to the back of the building. It’s dark out, and private. He pushes me against the wall, and we start making out. He quickly unbuttons my shirt, pulls down my bra, exposing my breasts, and starts sucking on them.

I take my hand, and feel for his pants, he is budging. He takes my hand, and pins it back against the wall. Panting, he unbuttons, and pulls down my jeans to my ankles. Taking his hand, he grasps my pussy, and kisses me some more. I am incredibly wet. He quickly shimmys his pants down to his ankles, and pulls out this massive cock. He whispers into my ear, “Lets ride”. He lifts me up, and slowly slides my down right over his penis. I’ve never had a guy lift-fuck me before. Pressing me against the wall, above ground, he fucks me as hard as he can. OMG! I cant describe the sensation than anything more than exhilarating. He was right

 

Want to hear more? Call me. I’ll tell you what happened next.

 

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I don’t know where it all began, but once I saw him, I knew that I had to have him.

I was hanging out at a local eatery during lunch hour, when I saw this handsome man in a full three piece suit sipping an IPA.

First impression: Great suit!

Second Impression: Wait—it’s lunch. Beer already?

And, then I saw it, his free hand was clutching something hard beneath his table. He was trying to hide a raging boner. I meant to turn my eyes away, but his eyes caught my glance. I felt my face get hot with embarrassment, and began to nervously bite my lower lip. The lips on his face bent into a grin. I knew that I shouldn’t be staring, but I was beginning to feel a little turned on. He took his hand, and began rubbing his hard member. My eyes widened. He winked. I looked around me, no one had seemed to notice.

I found myself getting up out of my seat, and like a magnet, walking right up to him.

I bent over, and surprised myself by whispering into his ear: “I bet that bad boy would feel good inside me right now. Let’s go find some more privacy”.

Without wasting time, he grabs his belongings, my arm, and we race to the public bathroom inside of the eatery. He locks the door, and we get to work.


After he unbuttons his belt,

I undo his zipper, and help him pull out his massively hard member. He takes my head, and guides my mouth over his penis. I love giving oral, especially deep throat. He has a nice taste, and I let him push his bulging cock deeper down my throat. I gag. He groans. I gag again, and he moans harder. He then lifts my body up until we are eye level, and smiles. Putting me back down, he turns me around, bends me over, and has me brace against the bathroom sink. He yanks off my acid washed jeans, and pulls off my underwear. With a leg, he forces my legs open wide, and then smacks my ass hard. With an open hand, I feel him tracing the outline of my vaginal lips, and groans deeply.

He whispers into my ear: You are so wet, I bet this bad boy would feel good inside you right now.”

He then stood behind me, and took the head of his penis, and methodically guided it into the opening of my pussy.

He thrusted!

And, thrusted again.

He first grabbed the sink over my body, and did short thrusts, but then grabbed my hips instead, and started doing deep, wild thrusts. He fucked me, and hit my g-spot over and over again. I held onto that sink for dear life. I looked up, and saw a mirror in front of me. He looked at me through the mirror, and grinned.

Then someone pounded on the door: “Hey, I need to use the bathroom. Would you hurry it up?”

I could barely giggle. His hard cock has been rubbing my g-spot the right way the past few seconds that I could feel an immense pleasure coming on. I begin to groan, and moan loader. My eyes close, and I am holding on as much as I can. He thrusts harder and harder.

The guy bangs at the door again.

I gasp for air, and suddenly feel a wave of euphoria rush all over me. I let out the biggest “Fuck yeah” before cumming all over his cock.

The guy at the door stops pounding. You could hear him loudly mumble, “Fuck yeah…what the hell?”


Mr. Businessman pulls out

of me, turns me around, guides my head back down, and over his penis. He pushes his large cock deeper, and I could feel the pulsating of his member. He begins gasping, and groaning, and pulls his member out of my mouth. Before he could say another word, he cums all over my face. He takes his member, puts it in my mouth, and cums in my mouth.

I swallow…

The man pounds the door one last time: “HOLY HELL, WILL YOU FUCKIN FINISH ALREADY?”


I ‘d like to say that we were kind, cleaned up, and give the unsuspecting man the bathroom back to let loose whatever was in his bowels… but we weren’t. We did clean up, and found ourselves horny a second time. I don’t know what it was, but once we were presentable, I’d look into his eyes, and he’d get another hard on. I’d whisper into his ear, “I bet that bad boy would feel so good inside of me right now” and he’d respond, “let’s find out”.

I’ll tell you the rest if you call me.

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Or we can role play.

You can be Mr. Businessman, and I’ll be the hot chick eating my lunch.

Go ahead…

Call, and we can finish the scene.

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So much for that.

My boyfriend ditched me at iHeartRadio Festival. Well, kind of. Here’s the tickets, and ran. Maybe its more like dumped me. Its complicated…


Anyways, I was standing outside of the T-Mobile Arena, by myself, with two tickets to go have fun at this awesome festival, when this woman walks up to me…

“Hey. I just wanted to tell you how cute I think your pink shorts are”. She smiled.

I was still a little bit in shock from the boyfriend incident before, so I may have been underwhelmed when responding back to her kind compliment: oh, yeah, uh, thanks.

She tilted her head to the side, and looked at me carefully.

“Well, I don’t know what you think, but I think that they are adorable,” she said with a matter-of-fact voice.

Feeling slightly ashamed of my behavior, I apologized to her, and said that my mind was elsewhere.

But I didn’t expect her response.

I figured that she’d just walk off right after that encounter.

Instead, she came closer, and put her hand out to me.

“Hey, I’m Krissy. I like your shorts. I like your golden blonde hair. I think that you have a cute smile. And, your boyfriend is a loser, who doesn’t know what he is missing.”

My eyes opened wide. How did she know about him? Was she watching us when he kicked me out of the car, unceremoniously threw my bags out of the trunk into the gutter, shoved the tickets in my hand, and told me to fuck off! Oh, sorry, I mean, Here’s the tickets now fuck off! I guess she did.

“Don’t worry about him, she said, you are now with me…”


I was ushered along into a bigger group of these model-esque looking blonde girls. Most of them had waist long hair, one had a pony tail, the other had pigtails. They were also wearing little short shorts like me, but wore loosely hanging tees that were sometimes see through. One of the women in the group, had a streak of red high-lights, and wore gogo boots. She smiled at me.

 

They were going into the festival, and had VIP tickets. My tickets were the cheap ones, I knew that I couldn’t get in to where they were going. The gogo boots woman seemingly reading my mind, parted the crowd, and walked right up to me.

 

Don’t worry, we have friends. You are coming with us, she said. And with that, my bags were picked up, and I was shepherded to a non-public entryway to the side of the T-Mobile building.

 

This security guard looking dude asked for our credentials, and GoGo lady pulls out a piece of paper. The guard looks at it, looks up at us, and then nods while handing the paper back. The door opened, and we all step through. I am beside myself surprised. Who are these people? Where am I going? I obediently followed the girls along a pathway, and through several more doors, until we came to a suite. It looked like a private hotel lounge, but prepared for just our group. There was a rotating bed, several couches, and even a fireplace! What? Where am I?

 

Krissy walks over to me, and says that I can make myself at home. She takes my jacket, and throws it on a chair. She walks over, and sits on the rotating bed, and pats the area next to her. I obediently walk over, and sit down. With her hands, she brushes my blond hair away from my face, and goes in for a kiss. Surprising myself, I dont pull back, but instead kiss her back. Her hand, I feel it making its way down my chest, and up into my shorts. I feel a new pair of hands, unbutton my shorts, and slip them off. A third pair of hands, lift my shirt, unfasten my bra, and grab my breasts in a circular fashion. Amazed by this, I quickly tear off my shirt and chuck my bra across the floor. I am now guided onto my back, and there are five girls around me. My panties are peeled off. I take a finger, and touch myself. I am wet. I have never been with a girl let alone FIVE girls and I am incredibly turned on. My hand is brushed away, and I feel the tip of a tongue begin exploring the fine definitions of my libia, and clitoris hood. I feel a mouth gently sucking on my large breasts I continue kissing, and now I am touching her. I am gently stroking her public mound, and feeling her clitoris hood. She is very wet. I want to put my mouth on her and taste her, I want to feel her inside of me…


Actually, I want to feel YOU inside of me. Im so fucking horny right now, you just NEED to call me. I’ve gotten so turned on by writing this that my pussy is all wet. Im pulling out my pocket rocket, and need your help to finish me off.

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Please fucken call me already!

He asked me if I cared that he was a married man, but my hand holding his hard budging cock said otherwise. He had a wife, he couldn’t do this, as I traced the tip of my tongue along the underside of his penis. He was a loyal husband…who had his mammoth cock inside another woman’s mouth…

His ring meant nothing to me. Mr. Goody-two shoes Lawyer from Brooklyn. I sat next across from him on a busy train.  I caught him staring at my frame throughout our hour commute. I wore a low cut V-neck t-shirt that hugged my breasts the right way. Panties? None were found under my skirt that inched above my knees. Mr. Lawyer wore the same attire every day—a three piece suit, and polished shoes.

As the hour wore on, fewer and fewer passengers remained on our carriage. I caught his eye when I casually lifted my skirt to reveal my wet pussy. I took my other hand, and started touching myself. He first looked shocked, and turned away, but I could tell that he was enjoying the little show that I was putting on.

He began to man-spread in his seat. I could see the hard budge begin to form. Our train car was finally silent, it was only us for the remainder of the trip. After noticing this, I slid off of my seat, and crawled on all fours to the opening of his lap. On my knees, between his legs, I looked up into his eyes, as my hands busily unfastened his belt buckle. He motions me to stop, and stutters, “Look, I am married!” He indicates the ring, while he continues to unclasp his own belt buckle. “I can’t do this!” He unbuttons his pants. “I have children!” He unzips his pants. We both know that the ring meant nothing in that moment.

He pulls out this massive hard beauty, and I look at it hungrily. Our eyes meet, and he says to me, “It never happened”. He then guides my head into his massive member, and I get to work…


Want to hear more?

Please give me a call, and I will tell you about how I mounted him during a Facetime call with his wife. It’s incredible! 😜 

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