a craving to have my asshole boss’s hard fucking cock sliding in and out of my dripping wet pussy. I feel like all my problems are gone when he’s on top of me, calling me a slut and pounding me into pure ecstasy.
But that’s the thing, in real life he IS my fucking problem.😩😩😩
I have been dreaming about him a lot again. It’s kinda crazy how one can live a double life it seems – one where you hate someone in real life but still want to fuck them in your dreams. I still truly hate his guts and he has made me cry at work. He apologized but that didn’t change a thing; he was back to his assholish self the next day like nothing happened.
Why do I stay there? My friends keep asking me why I continue to keep on working there and taking on the verbal abuse…I mean, he doesn’t do it to anybody else? I’m so confused. And yet, I still go in the next day and work my ass off.
I couldn’t tell them what the real reason was, it would be too embarrassing and they’d totally talk shit to me about it.
I think it’s because I LITERALLY want to fuck him. I can’t be the only one who feels this way! Has this happened to you?
Anyways, if you’d like to hear more details about my crazy sex dreams with my boss…you should give me call! I also want to hear about yours!
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Halloween is the BEST and funnest holiday EVER, hands down! And let’s not pretend that you DON’T like seeing all the girls turning into literal SLUTS. Wow, I LOVE SLUTS especially the undercover ones because they’re obviously the freakiest, don’t you agree?😜 Talk about a real transformation! I mean, your quiet co-worker or your nerdy best friend or some random chick you never paid attention to who works at Domino’s Pizza just got hot all of a sudden, showing more skin than usual. Like seriously, WHERE did that come from?? You know you LOVE it.
And everyone is so wild and free during the Halloween season, I say you should let loose and let your imagination run WILD by giving us a call…😘🎃👻💀😈
I am a thrill-seeker, and I needed a new adventure…
After scouring the internet, I found a post on Facebook about an underground Speak-Easy hidden in an old turn-of-the-century bank building. The new owners of the building discovered the hidden chambers in the bowels of the building, and decided to restore the venue completely. This FB post said that the owners were allowing the public to attend the Speak-Easy if they would RSVPd. (Which I promptly did). This sounded like a lot of fun. Apparently, after descending four flights of stairs, one could find a large hidden room behind a not so obvious trap door, and would walk into the world that existed during the Prohibition era. During the Prohibition, the bank had some rather interesting history: there had been a full-running distillery, packaging, and shipping company running underneath it. The illegal alcohol was being made and consumed by the bank owner, and no one ever knew. He was never caught, and the operations of the facility only ceased when the bank suffered a terrible loss in the 1940s. Yada yada yada
Anyways, its Friday night,
and with my confirmation print out in hand I entered the lobby. I was directed down a long thin hallway, and was told that I would find the stairs opposite of a large picture window. I went as directed, and found a solid wall opposite of the window.
I didn’t see him, but a man quietly stepped up behind me, and whispered into my ear, “Exciting, isn’t it?”
I felt a chill down my spine, and my body went cold. I slowly turned around, and this handsome rugged man stood behind me. Tipping his Stetson, he saw the fear in my eyes, and he immediately apologized. “Whoops! Looks like I frightened the little lady.”
I tried to smile. Where on earth did he come from? Reading my expression, a grin formed on his face, and he turns to point to the picture window.
I had accepted the idea of the window being a “true” window, when in fact, it was an actual “picture” of a window. And, this window slid back and forth on rails, exposing the true nature of its being: it was a cover to a passageway that led to a stairwell down below.
“After you.” He says to me.
I walk into the doorway, onto the landing, and look down below. Its a narrow stairwell, and mildly lit. He steps behind me, and closes the picture window. I get a whiff of his cologne, and find myself oddly attracted to him. We begin to descend. It is very quiet except for the creaking of the wooden stairs.
We get down to the first landing, and realize that the lights in the second stairwell is out. He tells me that he knows the way, and puts his hands on the small of my back, and gently guides me down. The touch of this hand makes me have feelings that I can’t quite explain. Here’s this handsome rugged looking cowboy type with the Stetson hat, and boots included, helping me find the way to an old speak easy in the dark. I don’t know what it is, but I want him to pull me into a room, and claim me as his own.
We get to the third landing, and I bump into something, I jump back, and knock strait into this guys hard abs. He catches me. He holds me for a moment. I don’t move. I can feel a rush of warmth into my nether areas, and I tremble a little.
“Hey, Miss, are you cold?” He holds onto me a little tighter.
I begin to relax, and melt into him.
After a long moment, he turns me around, and whispers into my ear: “I know a place where we can go. If that’s what you want.” I turn to him, and brush my lips against his cheek, and whisper a “yes”.
I feel my body being picked up, and hoisted over his shoulder. It’s scary as heck, but so invigorating. He carries me down to the last landing, and slides open an additional trap door, drops me in, enters himself, and slides the door shut.
We start making out. His fingers pass over my hourglass body, and finds my hard nipples pushing against my dress. He touches them, “Oh look at that, you are as hard as I am.” His arms go to work with unzipping my dress. It falls to the floor. He unclasps my bra, it too, falls to the floor. My C-cup breasts hang out, and with both hands he grasps them. He lightly pinches each nipple, and chuckles. He takes off his Stetson, and puts it on a hook along the wall. (Is this a broom closet?) He then hungrily takes my breasts one by one into his mouth. He sucks on them, and lightly massages them. A hand begins traveling down my stomach, and over my panties. He massages my panties, and I realize that I am extremely wet.
“Let me take these off for you. They only get in the way.” He proceeds to add my panties to the pile of clothes on the floor.
His hand makes its way back down to my privates. He gently rubs them, ever so easily brushing my clitoral hood. Kissing me passionately, he continues massaging me, and causes me to squirm with delight.
I find a top of a table behind me, and brace myself against it. Instead, he lifts me up, and put me on the table.
I reach a hand out, and feel a massive budge pushing against his jeans. He takes my hands, and pins them down on to the table. He leans into my face, “how would you like it? In the lady-bits, in the bum, or something else?”
What should I do next? Where do YOU want to put it? Tell me!
One of my favorite times of the year is Halloween. I *LOVE* dressing up. Face it boys, it’s the ONE time us girls can go out in public looking like a slut without worrying about being arrested. Halloween should happen twice a year, just saying.
So Halloween plus my favorite topic (SEX, duh!) brought me to this incredible discovery…
They have toys for everyone in mind: dildos, strap-ons, packers, sleeves, Masterbators, vibrators, etc…
All of these are customizable, and look absolutely amazing!
I really want to test out the 4th one. I wanna feel it inside me. Oh my gosh, just looking at it is turning me on. It’s making me so wet just day dreaming about it. I bet that those groves would massage my g-spot until I cum. Oh gosh, I need to get my vibrator out (it’s not as pretty as the one’s above, but it will tie me over for now), and start massaging my pussy. Will you call me and help me out?
FRIDAY CONFESSIONAL: Today’s blog is told by one of our regular callers, who uses 1800SEXTALK to reenact one of his most favorite sexual encounters…
I couldnt believe my luck…
The girl that I have had a crush on at work for the last month sat next to me! I always eat my lunch alone, but today, she choose to be my booth buddy. I could feel her warmth, and was getting dizzy from the smell of her perfume.
I have been crushing on his red-head, and here she was. She leans against me, peering over at my lunch, and asks me what I am eating. I feel a rush of heat flush throughout my body. Her warm body against mine. Her red curls smell like flowers.
She looks at me for a few seconds, reading my mixed expression of worry and excitement. Still leaning against me, she takes a hand, and touches my chest. Her hand travels down to my abdomen, and finally rests on the hard budge that is developing underneath my pants. Mmm
She lightly massages my growing budge, and in a crossbetween want and embarrassment, I push her hand away. She retreats, and sits next to me defiantly. With her now free hand, she begins to touch herself outside of her clothes. Mmm.
The girl who I have fantasized about was sitting in my booth, next to me, touching herself. I wanted to touch her so bad. Reading my expression, she takes my hand, and puts it where her crotch is. She humps to the motion of my hand. With my free hand, I begin to massage my own crotch. I want to fuck her so bad.
She begins to shimmy up her skirt to reveal the lack thereof of undergarments. I take my hand, and continue to massage her warm pubic mound. With two fingers, I begin to massage the inner lips of her pussy. She was so wet and warm. I felt a shiver of sensation, and I look down to realize that she is massaging my hard budge again. I want to taste her. I gesture her to lay on her back, and open up her legs. I turn onto my stomach, and make my way in. With my two hands, I separated her lips, and with my tongue, I took a few tastes. Wow. I went for a few more. I ended up burying my face into her pussy. This was the best lunch that I have ever had! She was so wet, and wiggling with delight. I was so hard that it hurt being trapped in these pants. Quickly, I unbuckled my jeans, and pulled them down to my knees. Her pussy looked so good that I wanted to be inside her NOW. I pulled out my massage gorging cock, and her eyes went wide. She arched her back, and opened her legs more. She wanted me. She wanted me to fuck her so bad. She was so wet. So I went for it. I climbed on top, and began thrusting into her. I fucked, and fucked, and fucked. The very best way that I could explain her pussy is that it felt like a warm hug. She took her hands, and pulled my hips into her every time I thrusted. She wanted it deeper. I fucked her until her eyes went back into her head, and her groans were uncontrollable. She was having a fucking orgasm, and it made me buck wild. As she shook, and the walls of her pussy pulsated, I felt a rush of electricity of my own. I came into her like a firefighter rushes a fire. I could feel my cum gushing all inside her, and she was wild with sensation.
We were both breathing very hard when it was over. She got up, and did the cum walk back to the girls room. I sat there realizing that I just had the best lunch that any guy could ask for. Thanks to 1800SEXTALK for letting me tell my story. Im putting it out there in the universe, because I hope that I am granted a round two, because this guy is still hungry
Yes, you have read right: a 3D sleeve. It means EXACTLY as you thought: someone looked at a 3D printer and went, “you know, I could totally print up a custom sex toy with this”, and did just that. Genius.
Want more? This little video introduces the range of this creation.
AS MORE TECH ROLLS OUT, I WILL UPDATE THE LIST.
Did you like what you saw? Will you be buying one of these? Will you like to try them with us? Give us a call now, and tell us! We are all very interested on how sex toys reshape our perspectives on having sex, having fun, and experiencing each other.
It’s been a while since we posted a pic of a smoking hot MILF. Julia Ann comes to mind; who has the body AND the brains. We truly respect and appreciate the women who can have longevity in the porn industry; sure men adore you when you’re young and tight but don’t think much of you when you start to show wrinkles. I say SCREW that, older women RULE!👑
So anyways, I hope this picture gets your motor going. Do you want to talk to your fantasy MILF? What does she look like? Know that you can talk about anything you want, all you have to do is call me now honey to get our sexy conversation started!😘