<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:35:29.171-05:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='NILMDTS'/><category term='Day Dreams'/><category term='SITKomL'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Fan'/><title type='text'>N0thing 2 C Here</title><subtitle type='html'>Adult Content Warning, F-Bomb Alert.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stay The Fuck Away If That Type of God Damned Shit Offends You.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509.post-1164201504347387994</id><published>2007-11-01T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:17:03.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Some Fun - Part 1</title><content type='html'>My lady friend (we'll call her Sue) and I are ... experimenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounds at the prospect of Suesie being tied her up and me slapping her ass, using a riding crop on her tits, playing with her and a leather multi-tailed whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of how much we both enjoy this, we have modified a section of our basement... hooks on the ceiling that chains and ropes can be tied to, hooks on the floor for the same purpose. We've invested in many 'chairs' and strapping devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue has taken to finding pictures of things on the Internet and leaving them up for me to find. Sex machines, the multi-tailed whip, etc. The other day she left a picture of a lady covered with wax. Hummm... could be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I've seen the pic and feeling kind of frisky she begs me to join her down stairs. Of course I do, grabbing a new candle as I head down.&lt;br /&gt;I strapped her hands and hung her form the ceiling so that she could kneel before me and tied her knees down to prevent her from standing. Blindfolded and gagged, I cut her blouse and bra off using a very large, very sharp knife. the coldness of the metal against her flesh leaves white lines on her. She knows it is the knife from previous encounters without a blindfold and squirms at the cold pressure the blade leaves her with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's naked and I'm walking around her lightly whipping her and flicking at her nipples. I bring the whip in a little harder and she whimpers, before she finishes the sound I drip a large amount of hot liquid wax on her breasts... she screamed and panted, begging me to stop. I whipped her ass and slapped it several times with my hand and then poured hot wax over the crack of her ass. Again she screamed and moaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed the gag and told her I needed to hear her scream without it. I cupped my hand and slapped it hard onto her clit and she was soaked. I scooped up some of the wetness and rubbed in on her cheeks and across her lips, pressing my fingers hard and deep into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked by again I dragged my swollen cock across her lips and pressed her head hard into my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113123796563722509-1164201504347387994?l=n0thing2chere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/1164201504347387994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113123796563722509&amp;postID=1164201504347387994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/1164201504347387994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/1164201504347387994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-fun-part-1.html' title='Some Fun - Part 1'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509.post-2160585357861109702</id><published>2007-10-23T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:53:48.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITKomL'/><title type='text'>Aaahhh  -  Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Animals&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Nickelback&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All The Right Reasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I'm driving black on black&lt;br /&gt;Just got my license back&lt;br /&gt;I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride&lt;br /&gt;Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out&lt;br /&gt;I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run&lt;br /&gt;Your mom don't know that you were missing&lt;br /&gt;She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I've been kissing&lt;br /&gt;Screamin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we're never gonna quit&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing wrong with it&lt;br /&gt;Just acting like we're animals&lt;br /&gt;No, no matter where we go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;We're just a couple of animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, get in&lt;br /&gt;Get in, just get in&lt;br /&gt;Check out the trouble we're in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beside me on the seat&lt;br /&gt;Got your hand between my knees&lt;br /&gt;And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear&lt;br /&gt;But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears&lt;br /&gt;By now, no doubt that we were heading south&lt;br /&gt;I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch&lt;br /&gt;I'm screamin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we're never gonna quit&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing wrong with it&lt;br /&gt;Just acting like we're animals&lt;br /&gt;No, no matter where we go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;We're just a couple of animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, get in&lt;br /&gt;Get in, just get in&lt;br /&gt;Look at the trouble we're in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were parked out by the tracks&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting in the back&lt;br /&gt;And we just started getting busy&lt;br /&gt;When she whispered "What was that?"&lt;br /&gt;The wind, I think 'cause no one else knows where we are&lt;br /&gt;And that was when she started screamin'&lt;br /&gt;"That's my dad outside the car!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, the keys, they're not in the ignition&lt;br /&gt;Must have wound up on the floor while&lt;br /&gt;We were switching our positions&lt;br /&gt;I guess they knew that she was missing&lt;br /&gt;As I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing&lt;br /&gt;Screamin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we're never gonna quit&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing wrong with it&lt;br /&gt;Just acting like we're animals&lt;br /&gt;No, no matter where we go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;We're just a couple animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, get in&lt;br /&gt;We're just a couple of animals&lt;br /&gt;Get in, just get in&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing wrong with it&lt;br /&gt;Check out the trouble we're in&lt;br /&gt;Get in, just get in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where does one find a woman like this???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113123796563722509-2160585357861109702?l=n0thing2chere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/2160585357861109702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113123796563722509&amp;postID=2160585357861109702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/2160585357861109702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/2160585357861109702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/2007/10/aaahhh-animals.html' title='Aaahhh  -  Animals'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509.post-8651611638526379488</id><published>2007-10-17T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:44:40.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan'/><title type='text'>Impending Visit</title><content type='html'>Seconds, minutes, hours, days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slower and slower as a seeing time grows closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time between seeings is forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time for touching is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips to lips, breath to neck, hands hold waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A touch, a caress, eyes seeing into a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will count the seconds till seeing comes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113123796563722509-8651611638526379488?l=n0thing2chere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/8651611638526379488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113123796563722509&amp;postID=8651611638526379488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/8651611638526379488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/8651611638526379488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/2007/10/untitled.html' title='Impending Visit'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509.post-8106136721340847425</id><published>2007-10-13T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:38:45.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NILMDTS'/><title type='text'>Lover In My Chevy Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a long one, get a glass of wine maybe your favorite toy and enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped on the highway the other day to help a lady with a flat tire. It was raining, she was looking at her cell phone like it was dead. As I approached, she got a very panicky look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, I’m Paul. Do you need some help?” I asked as unthreateningly as I could. “No, I have BBB coming and I just hung up with the police”, she said. She looked a little scared. I thought she was even shaking.&lt;br /&gt;“Look, it will be hours before BBB gets here. Why don’t you go sit in my van and I’ll change the tire for you? Then you can get going. Besides, I’m already soaked, so it’s not like I’m gonna get wetter.” I tried to say laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I had stepped out of the van the clouds broke loose. “I’m already soaked” was an under statement. My shirt was clinging tight to my chest and shoulders, very clearly defining the muscles underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped aside so she could walk by and handed her my keys. “Start it and fire up the heater, you’ve gotten rather soaked in this rain yourself.” I could see the red lace of her bra through her shirt. Her white cotton blouse was nearly transparent from the rain. As she walked away from me, I couldn’t help stare at the way her skirt was clinging to her ass. My heart jumped in my chest as I realized, “...no underwear...” good gawd!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the tire and as I approached my van I could see her taking her shirt off. I stopped and stared. The beauty of this woman was overwhelming. Creamy white skin, long curly black hair and curves... “My God, sexy curves”, I thought. Hips, breast, waist, each clearly defined lushes curve, she was all woman. I must have been standing partly in the road because some sonofabitch took the opportunity to lay on the horn as they passed and snap me back to reality. Scared the shit out of me. “wonder how long I was staring” I thought, laughing at myself, reaching down and adjusting the stiffness in my wet jeans. When I had regained my composure, I looked toward the van again. She was looking at me through the front windshield, making the ‘come here’ sign with her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the side door to the van to find her sitting there in the closest captains chair. Her shirt draped over the steering wheel, still wearing that red bra and her long skirt was pulled up to about her knees. I laid my hand on her ankle and slowly slid it up her calf, across the back of her knee and up the inside of her thigh. My hands were cold from the rain and I could feel chill bumps forming under my touch. Her head fell back, her back arched and her legs fell slowly open, silently begging me to not stop. I leaned in and started kissing the inside of her knee, licking along the inside of her thigh. She hooked a leg around my back and pulled me, face first into her. Hard. She was soooo warm and already so so wet. I pulled her ass down to the edge of the seat and hit the recline button. My tongue and fingers probed and licked. She moved her feet up to the top of the door frame and slid down even further. Her moans were growing louder telling of what areas should have further attention. My thumbs found the rim of her ass and I slowly worked them both in while my tongue worked the folds and creases of her pussy. Licking her clit...nibbling on her clit hood I found a ring. I flipped it with my tongue and pressed it with the meaty flesh part of my tongue that is sooo soft and warm. She moaned wonderfully and I groaned and purred into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so wet. I wanted to be in her more than anything. I stepped up into the van and turned the chair to be facing backwards and shut the door. With a flip of my fingers her front clasp bra was no longer hiding her succulent, round, soft breasts. The rain water was still dripping from my hair and beard, and the cold water was making her twitch as each drop found it’s way to her breasts or down her abdomen to her steaming hot pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pealed off my pants and slid down... into her. OH...MY... GOD...So warm, so hot, so wonderful! I fucked her hard and soft, shifting my hips off center and finding every pleasure nerve inside her. Her moaning and groaning got louder with each thrust. Her eyes glazed over and I knew she was close to the edge. I pulled out and dropped down to bring her to that orgasm with my tongue. Long full licks, the tip of my tongue finding each fold. Softly caressing her clit and sucking on all parts of her. She orgasmed, I pressed my tongue and sucked every twitch of her release prolonging the pleasure, lapping up the juices that she squeezed out for me. As her hands, squeezing my head and entangled in my hair, began to relax I sat back slightly and could see the involuntary squeezing of a pussy that needed to be filled, needed to have my cock, needed to have me cum inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in deep need of my own orgasm. As I moved to get back into her, where I so wanted to be, she leaned forward and pushed me, forcing me to stand. Before I could protest, she had the head of my cock pressed hard against the back of her throat. “Aaaaahhhhh ....” was the only protest I could mutter. Her tongue moving and sliding, back and forth and around my shaft. I involuntarily started humping, fucking her mouth. She pressed with her lips and let her tongue flit about the head with each stroke. I had that so long, thick, black hair of hers wound up in both hands, pulling and thrusting for all I was worth. She twisted her head around and slid her tongue and lips down my shaft and started the most heavenly tongue massage on my balls and sack. The softness of her full lips and warmth of her tongue were incredible. She slid back onto the head and slowly coaxed me to humping again. Both of her hands were cradling my sack and every so lightly caressing them as they swung to the rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This led to the most toe curling orgasm I ever had, I’d swear there were toe nail scratches on the floor of the van. I couldn’t move... every muscle in me was tensed for the release... but she moved... Fucking, face-humping and sucking every drop of my cum, sliding down and back up, pulling each throbbing convulsion out of my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have taken me a few minutes to come down ‘cause the next thing I realized she was standing in front of me... smiling. I molested her... wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her mouth, neck, shoulder, chest... I couldn’t stop. I had to have her. I had to be in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped her over and spun the chair around so she was ass up and fully exposed to me. I slid my cock into her pussy and slowly fucked her. Pushing and puling on her, squeezing her hips, I fucked her hard, like there was no tomorrow, like the was the last time in my life. In and out, faster and faster.... she came again and again, I could feel the warmth of her flowing down my legs. I came after what seemed like forever. I was spent, she was too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dressed. Almost too embarrassed to look at each other. As she opened the door to leave, I handed her a card. “My cell number”, I said, “call me if you EVER get another flat. I’m your man!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113123796563722509-8106136721340847425?l=n0thing2chere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/8106136721340847425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113123796563722509&amp;postID=8106136721340847425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/8106136721340847425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/8106136721340847425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/2007/10/lover-in-my-chevy-van.html' title='Lover In My Chevy Van'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509.post-815503832332992057</id><published>2007-10-11T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:38:14.378-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Dreams'/><title type='text'>If She Only Knew How Much...</title><content type='html'>I want to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel her hair in my hands, hear her breath as I kiss her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to squeeze her against my chest, feel her back arch as she presses harder into my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to chase her down the hall smacking her ass as we run into the bed room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to strip her naked and look longingly at her body, burry my face in her pussy till she begs me to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in side her, to cum inside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113123796563722509-815503832332992057?l=n0thing2chere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/815503832332992057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113123796563722509&amp;postID=815503832332992057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/815503832332992057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/815503832332992057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-she-only-knew-how-much.html' title='If She Only Knew How Much...'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509.post-5497559512864794181</id><published>2007-10-03T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:37:39.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Aaahhh, Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere in the place between dreams and a conscious existence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swings her leg over my waist and slowly straddles my already throbbing cock. As she slowly mounts me and slides down I can see the strain the dryness of her pussy puts on her skin. Her pussy lips stretching and puling at my cock. The upstroke pulls her skin back down as if with a mind of it’s own her pussy refuses to let go, it holds me soooo tightly. The repeating motions starts her juices flowing and the slow sliding, fucking of her riding me feels soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, “mmmmmmaaaaahhhhhhh”, the warmth, the wetness, the squeezing... I reopen my eyes to see her sitting upright grinding on me. Her hips moving back and forth, pushing so hard that I can feel my balls being pulled with her sliding, grinding strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tits swing and bounce... I have to touch them. As I reach and caress her breasts, lightly touching the nipples I stop. With the nipples between two fingers I lightly squeeze and pull. Massaging the nipples and rolling them in my fingers... she grabs my hands and pulls me deeper into her flesh. Her grinding turns to pounding and fucking as she finds that ‘just right’ spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AAAAAaahhhhhh”, I cannot contain my cries of pleasure as they turn to guttural moans of ecstasy. “AAAGGGGHHhhhh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cum together... she sits there still holding my wrists, me still throbbing inside her, fingers still rolling her nipples. She surrenders her weight to my arms. I slowly lower her to me, we kiss... long and wet, she collapses on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up.... God what a dream!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113123796563722509-5497559512864794181?l=n0thing2chere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/5497559512864794181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113123796563722509&amp;postID=5497559512864794181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/5497559512864794181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/5497559512864794181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/2007/10/aaahhh-dreams.html' title='Aaahhh, Dreams'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509.post-7068838120742094878</id><published>2007-09-30T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:39:38.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Dreams'/><title type='text'>Man, Oh Man</title><content type='html'>I get this text message today from this girl I really like and want to be with but there are... issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... she says she is thinking about me. (I really love it when she says stuff like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear later in the day that she had some free time and was playing with her toys and came twice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the two don't relate and I wasn't the object of her desire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to be inside her, tongue, fingers, cock... many times. Humping, grinding... filling her with my cum. Feeling her squeeze me as she cums and cums again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to masturbate thinking about her tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113123796563722509-7068838120742094878?l=n0thing2chere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/7068838120742094878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113123796563722509&amp;postID=7068838120742094878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/7068838120742094878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/7068838120742094878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/2007/10/man-oh-man.html' title='Man, Oh Man'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509.post-2440816836288914423</id><published>2007-09-25T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:39:56.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Dreams'/><title type='text'>Day Dreams</title><content type='html'>Have you ever known that a most fantastic dream was about to end?  What would you do to keep it, to stay in the dream world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here tonight, waiting for the phone to ring, I know the dream is ending.  The day dream has begun.  I have chosen to remember the dream.  Bring it into the reality, make it a day dream...  I will relive every wonderful sucelent, moment, many, many times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113123796563722509-2440816836288914423?l=n0thing2chere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/2440816836288914423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113123796563722509&amp;postID=2440816836288914423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/2440816836288914423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/2440816836288914423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-dreams.html' title='Day Dreams'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509.post-2885589394848292033</id><published>2007-09-23T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:40:09.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan'/><title type='text'>Yeah, I'll Keep her</title><content type='html'>I was startled awake by a very cold sensation between my legs.  It was very quickly followed by a wonderful warm feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I slowly moved from a sleep state into consciousness I became very aware of my woman hilt deep on my very quickly expanding member.  The slow growth of my erection was sliding across her tongue.  The feeling was, mesmerizing and incredible... which led to even more growth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down to see only the top of her head and her beautiful long hair spread across my groin and thighs.  I let my head fall back onto my pillow and almost screamed “AAagghhhh ooommmmmooooo” as she slowly started to move her tongue and slide up and down my shaft.  I grabbed her hair and started to pull as I continued to moan.  I could feel her groans and purring of pleasure clear down in my asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything from my knees to my heart was beginning to twitch and tighten for my impending release.  As she pulled ever so heavenly on my balls, scratching at the skin... I exploded...  “aahhh mmmoommm aaaah” was all I could manage.  She licked, swallowed and savored every drop of my juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was satisfied that I was completely spent, she crawled up to look me in the eye, kissed me on the cheek and said, “I have to go to work, dream about me”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if anything else would be possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113123796563722509-2885589394848292033?l=n0thing2chere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/2885589394848292033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113123796563722509&amp;postID=2885589394848292033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/2885589394848292033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/2885589394848292033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeah-ill-keep-her.html' title='Yeah, I&apos;ll Keep her'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509.post-3963864633659168604</id><published>2007-09-21T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:40:24.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>My Last Dream</title><content type='html'>I feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell a sweet musk. So familiar and so eluding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taste a slight salty warm liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear nothing immediately, then an arm or leg sliding across a sheet. A moan, I heard a moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my heart pounding like it is my first time, as I realize I’m ears deep in a soft, warm and very wet pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a soft and succulent belly, a small strip of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moans grow louder, the sliding limbs flail, breast are grabbed by their owner... pulling, pinching, moaning... back arching. I inhale hard and the rush of cool air brings even louder moans. I press my mouth wide open, teeth rubbing ever so lightly, tongue flicking, licking, pressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cums. I swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113123796563722509-3963864633659168604?l=n0thing2chere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/3963864633659168604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113123796563722509&amp;postID=3963864633659168604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/3963864633659168604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/3963864633659168604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-last-dream.html' title='My Last Dream'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113123796563722509.post-87619358442544052</id><published>2007-09-20T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:40:42.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NILMDTS'/><title type='text'>Thoughts To Sleep By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I deeply inhale the sweet smell of her pussy as she moves slowly up my chest and ever so lightly covers my face, as my hands touch the small of her back and her ass I pull her down hard against my tongue and 2 day old beard. She moves ever so slowly, grinding her hips as my tongue finds every crevice and fold. I could hear the moans of her ecstasy through her bones, as she squeezed her thighs harder and harder against my ears. After a small eternity she climaxes... I nearly drown as her orgasm floods my face and neck and runs into my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she began to relax, I flip her off of me and onto her back. Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I slide my rock hard throbbing cock deep and fully in. Her back arches and her eyes slowly open and meet my stare. I need this, she can see it in my eyes. I am so over the edge for her that she can feel me throbbing inside her without moving. Slowly and fully I begin the motion that will bring us both to screaming orgasms. Faster, harder, my balls slapping her ass, my hips slapping her thighs.... I stop. Before she can protest, I grab two hands full of tits and begin squeezing and passionately pinching her nipples, with each release of pressure on her nipples I pull back, then reply pressure and as she reaches the threshold between pleasure and pain, I plunge back in. Over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes open as she can sense my swelling and the moment is about upon me. My eyes close as every muscle in my being tenses for the release. In the midst of my climax, I shudder and slightly withdraw and plunge back in as soon as I regain muscle control of my legs and arms. Then she climaxes... the squeezing and pulsing of her orgasm keeps me hard for what seems like hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collapse, a quivering blob of orgasmic muscle. She rolls over to lays her head on my chest and I moved her hair to cover my face. With the smell of her in my head and the feel of her lightly sweating body on mine... we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113123796563722509-87619358442544052?l=n0thing2chere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/feeds/87619358442544052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5113123796563722509&amp;postID=87619358442544052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/87619358442544052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113123796563722509/posts/default/87619358442544052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n0thing2chere.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts-to-sleep-by.html' title='Thoughts To Sleep By'/><author><name>dfreakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287338384080789845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
