very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do
with guys’ fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just
didn’t have what it takes to win someone like Cherie.
their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the
asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.
for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an
adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to
the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where
her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before
her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew
enough to warn her about.
any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex,
perversion and degradation.
As the evening darkened into
night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the
late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their
eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked
luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often,
fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear.
Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself
to the ladies room.
|The Girls take on the Hot-Hungry Media|
There was a fiery feeling
building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall,
Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong
out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew
this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already
tonight. Her head relaxed to the wall
and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his
cigar and the size of his hands. God,
but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he
circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a
slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or
trimmed? How did he smell: like a warm
musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or
boxers? Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God,
oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the
earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more
aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock.
She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now. She began to moan and move with the rhythm of
her hand and fingers. She released her
neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder. She could feel it all over now,
everywhere. She was electrified, getting
wetter with each stroke. Damn, she
wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she
travelled. She would have to rethink
that strategy another time.
|She is reading for pointers from The Girls|
She moaned, gyrated,
clinched and quivered. She moved in harmony
with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating
in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the
stall. She spread her legs giving her
hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been. She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon
in her red silk undies. Her thong and
garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy. Aware that people looked at her as if they
wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan
was looking at her now in the same way.
hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her
red-tipped thumb found the pink pearl of her existence. She worked herself into frenzied hot passion
as she imagined Juan kissing her, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples,
bending to suck her aureole and bite her nipples. Her hardened nipples stretched and made an
appearance under her tight fully
|He just collided with an 80 year-old Grandmother at a bus stop|
God! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and
she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together,
pushed, quivered, contracted and came.
She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her
head and released her neck muscles. She
felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her
quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery.
ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder
to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen
up. Begging the late hour and an early
call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss
promised more to come.
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novels and stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio,
Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest,
the family “princess,” indulged and pampered. She adored her older
brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation,
and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which
required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points
between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came
of age in France.Returning from France with her family, Muffy
finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California
at Davis and majored in Business
Management. She entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic,
and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate
and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in
northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic one hundred year old tavern,
restaurant and resort business which they since have sold.They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real
estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest writing sexy stories and sensual literotica. ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.
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