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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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!

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Just know that our phone lines are open 24/7.

We are here for you whenever you need us.

We are open to talking about anything.

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Excellent advice.

Unfortunately, there will be people in your life that have these red flags. Do the smart thing, and get out. It is not worth your time, and your life to be stuck with a person with these maladaptive behaviors. You can’t change them, either.


Have you had a relationship like this? Do you need to role play a healthy relationship? Do you need to bypass the dating scene, and just “Netflix & Chill”? We’re here for all of the above.

Please give us a call. We are here for you.

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TO CELEBRATE HUMP DAY…

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WILL HUMP WHILE TALKING ABOUT SEX.

🥁+ SHHHH!

(Okay, okay, I admit that was lame. But do you want to know what is NOT lame? Just check out these messed up beauties.


INAPPROPRIATE DIRTY JOKES

&

INAPPROPRIATE COMICS ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS


YOU’RE WELCOME!

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[Insert Sexy two-partner position here]

“Yeah, but does it WORK?”


Have you ever gone through a magazine, and it had illustrations for some sexy positions for two-partner sex? Have you ever took a closer look at the picture, and wondered, “How on Earth would that work?”

Well, Cosmopolitan found two people to take the challenge of attempting a live-action version of underwater sex.

And, yes, and the results are wonderfully hilarious!

The video accompanying the article, “Watch Real People Struggle Through Cosmo’s Underwater Sex Positions”, is absolutely amazing.

(Please don’t eat while watching this).

Have you ever tried any of these before?

One of our girls says that she was semi-successful with “Surfs Up” (for a few thrusts), until she got the giggles, and ended up rocking the raft until it capsized. Her partner had gotten water up his nose, and they had to stop until he was okay. She said that they tried one more time, and was nearly successful, but the friction or the amount of bouncing on the raft ended up popping it. She says there’s nothing like having sex, while slowly sinking into the water. They had to move to the hot tub, to finish. “At least the hot tub had the metal ADA bars to hold on to, as he thrusted into me”.

Sounds like good times.


Did any of the positions in the video actually work for you?

Would you like to fantasize about doing one of them with our girls? We are all ears!

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Intrigued by Monday’s blog post about Erotic Comic books, we decided to dig further and see what else was out there.

“Oh Joy, Sex Toy”, one of the cartoons mentioned in yesterday’s list also features—wait for it—erotic coloring books for adults.

Unless you have been living under a rock, you would know that coloring books have made a comeback in the last few years with a new audience: adults.

Coloring books are being sold to adults at a record pace, because they are advertised to be a great stress reliever.

Have anxiety? Draw in a coloring book.

Bored? Draw in a coloring book.

Want to pretend that your five? Draw in a–kidding, just kidding.😜

“Oh Joy, Sex Toy” creates comics that nearly covers everything found in the sex industry and sex education.

They are well drawn, and very relatable.

(They are very sexy, too. Take a look at the two girls getting it on. That’s HOT!)


If this is a turn on for you, let us know.😉

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