The Scent of Sex - Or Just an Illusion ?
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Posted:Oct 2, 2018 12:20 am
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The sense of smell, is a powerful aphrodisiac.
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I sprayed on a new cologne yesterday morning, just as I started my day - and it totally blew me away.
It was a cologne that I had acquired as a gift. My skin just seemed to absorb it , transpose it , and blend it into something inexplicably ethereal, sexy and hot ! It had become ME , in less than one day. My nostrils flared happily, every time I would pick up a faint wisp of my scent. I strode everywhere, with a confident tilt to my vibe.
The woman, working at my favorite grocery store unwittingly agreed. She smiled and then fixed her gaze at me (captivated) , as I waved my credit card over the scanner.
"What's that you're wearing?", she had asked playfully ." You smell good."
She was right - I did smell good. As I savor myself now, I still do. If I was a woman, I would want to 'DO' me ! Lol... And then again... it's just cologne and it's just a smell. It's just an illusion - isn't it?
©October 2018 Paul P.
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Do you ever smell someone and just find them overwhelmingly edible and sexy ?
Have you ever worn perfume or cologne and turned yourself on ?
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What is it about odours and the sense of smell that influences both men women in their sexual desires ?
Hi... I posted this hot little story about a woman who loved, my touch. Enjoy the read, and share your thoughts. Click here
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Paranormal Blow Job
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Posted:Sep 30, 2018 10:38 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 4:25 pm
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I once had a paranormal experience. It was scary !
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Many, many ago, on a hot summer's night (when my wife and I were still together), I was sleeping soundly in our bed, next to her - dreaming. It was around midnight (I presume, as that is when ghosts normally appear) , when I was awakened by an aberration . It formed a ghostly shadow, under those dimly lit, white sheets, and that aberration , was sucking on my dick . I froze... in excited fear.
I was astonished, when I realized (after apprehensively lifting the sheets), that what I thought was a ghost, was actually my wife ! It was a spectral event, that left me shaking, quivering and (not to mention), quite aroused.
She had rarely, been down there and she had startled me - to say the least. Evidently, my wife had been having a dream of her own.
"So, what's happening, dear ? What's going on?", I asked.
She confessed to me, that she had had a nightmare, where she was choking on a 'foot long' hot dog, while at a baseball game.
" going for a glass of water." I declared, as I tried to focus in that dimness. She quickly wiped her smeared wet lips with the back of her hand.
Composing myself after that scare, I got up, walked to the kitchen, and poured myself an ice, cold, glass of water. She was already asleep and snoring, when I crawled gingerly, back into bed.
©October 2018 Paul P.
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Have you ever been with a lover who did not enjoy oral sex?
Is that a deal breaker?
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Submitted to the 'Virtual Symposium no 46 #46 October Paranormal LINK
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Her Handcuffs Were Ready
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Posted:Sep 27, 2018 12:05 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 4:22 pm
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'Luck' is a fickle lady, who dishes the good, and the bad, with (some might say), impartial equilibrium.
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He was driving into the parking lot of one of those large 'hardware stores', when he heard the familiar, yet panic inducing, twin siren blasts, from a police car, which had pulled up - right behind him. He stopped his car, lowered his windows, and turned off the engine. He adjusted his tie and looked into his rearview mirror, as the attractive blond, pony tailed, female officer, opened her door, and strutted over. 'Oh... My... Gosh.', he thought to himself.
He considered what problems there could be, however, nothing came to mind. Casually, the blue eyed, beauty with the big badge, and bulging gun belt, leaned toward his window.
"Did you know that you were driving with your right rear passenger door slightly open?"
And she was right ! He should have noticed the lights on his dash, but, the brilliant yellow glare from the setting sun, had been blinding him.
"Thanks. I hadn't noticed. Thank you... very much ! ", he stammered nervously.
She tipped her hat, nodded, and slowly walked back to her blue and white cruiser.
Relieved, he opened his door, walked to the back of his car and opened up the right rear passenger door. fell, the full beer can he'd just been drinking, and a plastic bag containing another five empty cans. They clanged to the ground.
The cheerful blond officer, was just reaching her door, when she turned around. Her view of the trash and the beer can, was blocked, but she'd heard the clatter.
"You'd better pick that stuff up, or I'll have to give you a citation for littering."
She laughed and adjusted her gun belt then slipped into her driver's seat, started her engine and veered right. She stopped a hundred yards (or so) away, in that half empty parking lot, and... well, she continued to do - whatever police do when they're not chasing 'bad guys'.
He quickly picked up the dripping beer can, threw the plastic bag of empties in the back seat, slammed the rear passenger door, then scurried to his side of the car, and ducked in behind the steering wheel. He looked around furtively. 'Ooooo... That was close.', he thought to himself as he lowered his head and took a large sip of the (still chilled) beer.
He started his engine and adjusted his mirror, when suddenly, he heard the aganizingly loud and painful sound of - screeching brakes and metal, crunching metal. His car shook violently. He looked up to see that he'd just been 'rear ended', by one of those monster S.U.V. s. The police car parked in the distance flashed it's lights, 'beeped' it's siren twice and slowly, approached his crash site.
"Oh great ! This is just fucking great !", he exclaimed.
He looked at the beer he grasped in his hand, and wondered where he might hide it. At that moment, the driver of that S.U.V. stumbled of his truck and staggered toward his open window.
"Hey buddy. really sorry man. I didn't notice you were stopped. Yeah... I didn't notice... ."
'Holy shit ! This guy is drunk as a skunk.', he realized. He very gently, placed his beer can, his seat, popped a mint gum into his mouth and confidently stepped out of his car, to greet the approaching police car. A large smile gradually beamed across his .
©September 2018 Paul P.
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Do you consider yourself lucky?
Have you (or someone you know), ever been able to talk your way of a 'situation', with any type of authorities; police, airport, border, principal, crossing guard, etc... ?
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Lady Luck... is a fickle friend . She has worked her magic for on many occasions, and yet other times - she has barely known my name. . .
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Fellatio Fun and the City Bus
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Posted:Sep 26, 2018 12:11 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 4:20 pm
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Lynn was always getting us into trouble...
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I tried to push Lynn's hands off my lap, as I steered the car into the far right lane. She laughed and continued to grasp the zipper on my pants. We had just pulled off the highway and we were approaching city traffic.
"Lynn ! Seriously... trying to drive. Come on honey. We'll be home soon."
"I don't care Paul. Move your hands of the way. I want you... now ! ", she giggled back as she grabbed my shaft through my pants .
I struggled against her, but as I neared traffic I needed both hands on the wheel. I was loosing the battle. Lynn was a small woman , but powerful.
"People will see you Dear." , I desperately pleaded.
"Nobody will see anything, Paul. Don't worry."
I looked at her lustful, happy smiley , and her twinkling blue green eyes - and with that, I gave up. Her hands deftly unzipped and yanked my chubby friend . We'd been playing this game , for over miles now and I knew that I would eventually loose - or win, depending on how you looked at things.
When Lynn finally lowered her head onto my hard phallus and placed her , wet mouth over my glans, I thought I would explode right then. Moving skillfully with the experience of a seasoned girlfriend, who knew EXACTLY how to get her boyfriend off, she raised and lowered her mouth with precisioned economy. She moved... agonizingly... teasingly... slowly. that , I would in mere minutes. It was then, that we approached the red traffic light and the Transit Bus - waiting at that light.
"Lynn ! Lynn ! Stop! We're at a light. There's a city bus right next to us."
I tried to lift her mouth off me but she gripped me with, even tighter, suction cup strength . My throbbing organ was firmly held between her lips, when I slowed to a stop, next to that bus. The first person to notice anything, was the bus driver, who turned his head left, looked down at us and did a double take. He smiled at me, as Lynn's head bobbed rhythmically - up, and down.
The middle aged women seated in the bench seat (directly behind the driver), then began smiling and pointing. Lastly, the men in the second row, were soon avid voyeurs, as well. My head and body were tingling as Lynn expertly brought me closer and closer to an orgasm, as she gently caressed my twitching member with her lips and tongue. I turned to the right again, and to my horror, noticed that quite a few more people in that bus, were now crowded up front, along side those first two rows of seats. They all seemed to be enjoying the erotic, uninhibited public spectacle Lynn and I were providing.
Finally, the light changed and I sped off. Halfway to the next intersection, I came in an explosion of body jolting convulsions and brain numbing bliss, that almost threw us into the sidewalk (and a telephone pole), as our car swerved. While my throbbing dick recovered, Lynn lifted her head, beamed lovingly, and kissed me. I tasted my own sweet saltiness, on her tongue.
'Hmm.. ' I smiled to myself. 'So that's , why they love it so much.'
"Hey !", Lynn chirped, pointing to the right. "There's a Mickey Dee's over there. Let's pull in and get some lunch!"
"I thought you just had some lunch ."
Lynn looked at me and laughed, and then poked me sharply in the ribs. I slowly turned into the drive-thru and as I did, that city bus drove by. The bus driver, and a few other passengers, happily waved to us. Lynn and I waved back.
©September 2018 Paul P.
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Have you, or anyone you know ever done naughty things in a car or any other type of vehicle - like a boat, plane, train, bus, or submarine ?
Have you ever teased your lover in public places?
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Happy National Pancake Day and National Woman's Health and Fitness Day. Make a lady sweat today ! Ladies... go ahead and sweat ! It's your day ! . .
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Sex - In 80 Words
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Posted:Sep 25, 2018 12:16 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 3:48 pm
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They were each told, that they could use only 80 words, to describe their intimate evening together. This is what they said...
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SHE Said :
I held his twitching member gently in my hands as he kneeled in front of me. I could feel his precum as it smeared my fingers with it's stain. I wanted him to enter my wet, tingling , womanhood . I wanted his ecstasy to meet mine. I slowly, parted my legs to reveal my sweet, pulsing, womanly treasure. While holding his throbbing, swollen manhood , I guided him into my , languid darkness . A darkness that I craved he would explore !
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HE Said :
I was kneeling in front of her impatiently, when she finally, grabbed my rock hard cock in her hands. My dick head was dripping and I was ready to fuck her pussy. When she spread her legs wide open and I saw her wet cunt , I knew it was time to fuck. She grabbed my cock with her hands and aimed my dick into her hole. I knew she wanted it bad. I was ready to fuck her hard !
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Eighty (80) words each; two different passions expressed.
- Can you relate to both points of view? What do you think?
- Are men and women really that different when it comes to sex? Or is it about passion and lust, and how men and women express it differently?
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The marina was cold and bleek and windy today... Just the way I like it. I sat in my car, sipping my coffee and looking at the amazing 'Harvest Moon'. . .
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Food, Sex And Places In Your Heart
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Posted:Sep 20, 2018 3:07 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 7:35 pm
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The way to a man's heart, used to be through his stomach...
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It was their third date and he was hopeful. She greeted him at her door with a gentle kiss to his lips. He felt her softness and her warmth as he held her by the waist. The tight black dress she wore hugged her petite figure as she tiptoed to meet his embrace. He could feel the firmness of her breasts as she balanced herself, and pressed against his chest. Her scent, filled his nostrils as he closed his eyes and inhaled. He was instantly aroused. She closed her eyes as well, as she leaned up against him.
"Here, I'll take that .", she smiled, and took the wine from his hand.
Her apartment was small and the air was filled with the incredible odour of food. It smelled fabulous ! She had been preparing the meal all afternoon. She was Italian and had obviously been trained well. On the menu, was baked lasagna and her would have been proud. The arugula salad was placed on the table, on the edge of the black place mats, next to the silverware. The white linen, lace edged, table cloth, contrasted perfectly with the long, red candles, which had already been lit. They shimmered and flickered in the early dusk light - providing a perfect backdrop to the debut of a sultry, sensual evening.
She had been planning this night for days, and to practised perfection, including the careful choice of the black thong that she wore - hopeful, that it would be sliding down her slim legs very soon. Her body tingled with anticipation, and even then - she felt herself getting moist.
"Wanna open up the wine?", she asked as she reached for the bottle opener.
The fresh homemade bread she had baked was still and the lasagna was on the stove - resting. She looked into his eyes and captured them with a loving glance. He looked back her and knew - 'this' was the night !
"Everything's ready. Let's eat...", she said as she beckoned him to his chair.
It was to be a night where dreams were captured and perhaps, everlasting memories made. It would have been, a beautiful, and loving, night to remember - but, she was totally unaware of his allergy to nuts. She had baked her bread - with almond flour !
After the paramedics had left (bundling her ill, but recovering boyfriend away), she stood there in the empty kitchen, tears steaming down her . It was, a night to remember - but not one, that she would ever want to. She reached for the bread she had baked, opened the garbage bin - and threw it .
©September 2018 Paul P.
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Back in the day, the way to a man's heart, was through his stomach. Is that still true ?
What is the way to win your heart and how do you win someone else's?
I have a non life threatening allergy to nuts and this type of stuff used to happen to me all the time (minus the paramedics). I would have to ask the cook 0 Q's .I got tired of asking them after a bit and every once in a while - I'd get burned. Come on - almond flour ? I got burned with that one (almond flour in the bread) , at a restaurant once.
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Women, Men, and Pool Play
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Posted:Sep 19, 2018 12:00 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 3:32 pm
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When I was much , and I would go to late night bars and clubs in downtown Montreal, I found myself (on one occasion) , having to go for a . I briskly walked into the washroom and chose the only urinal available - right next to the sink. I didn't know it the time, but it was a 'co-ed bathroom' .
I figured THAT , when a woman (my age), walked of the stall and began washing her hands, in the sink - right NEXT to . She also thought, it might be a good idea to have a conversation, so she turned to (while I had my hands full ), and proceeded to eloquently, express her admiration and jealousy for the fact that; men could standing up. She might have previously enjoyed a drink or two - not sure. that point, I had a rather hard time, concentrating on what I was supposed to be doing there. She glanced down at me (a no-no in urinal protocol), smiled shyly, and walked .
Later, I introduced myself to her. I clearly recall - her name was Chantal. I found , (amongst other things), that she worked as an 'hair dresser ', and she had a brother, living in Greece.
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CAN women standing up? Of course they can !
SHOULD they standing up?
It depends on WHERE they are !
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Here is ONE example where women might standing up.
Statistics that 19 % of men and women admit to peeing at least once, in a pool. Olympic swimmers (including Michael Phelps) even admit to it. In fact, in an average 2,000 gal. pool, over 20 gal. of was measured. That ratio goes up, even higher, in tubs.
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Do you guys and girls ever visit pools or tubs... and think about WHAT , you're swimming in?
Do ... you women, standing up? (And you know where, you can do that - right?)
19 % of all of us probably, even... ughhhh... omg ... never mind. How could we ? (lol)
What about all those fish and dolphins and whales doing 'everything' - in those lakes and rivers and oceans... . .
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Do You Prefer Penises or Pussies ?
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Posted:Sep 17, 2018 11:50 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 3:30 pm
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I was reflecting about things , this early morning, as I looked around 'blogsville' , and 'erotic stories' and 'magazine', and the 'chat rooms', and 'live vids', and generally perusing the infrasphere that is this A F F messed up ' cluster fuck' , bug filled website, and I thought ; rather than busting my balls writing something marginally witty, or humorous or erotic (such a waste of three syllable words and perfect punctuation) - why wouldn't I just ask a simple question ?
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What are you guys doing to amuse yourselves today and what do you think about travel?
Amongst other things , I'm off to the Passport Office, to get a renewal form. My passport expired 5 years ago . My daughters travel more than I do. Wow ! I don't like to travel, but only because , I hate crowds of people. If I won the $200 M Lotto, I would go to Egypt to see the Pyramids, and pay $1,000,000 to the 20,000 people that had bought tickets that day - just so they would stay the fuck away, and I'd have the place to myself !
(P.S. No pics of penises or pussies here. . it was just a 'teaser' title . . . whatever. Message me on my blog Mail box - I'll send you one. )
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This is a pic of that marina I like to hang out at. The slushies are in my cooler - behind me. Uhh ... yep. . ..
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The Perfect Tease
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Posted:Sep 14, 2018 6:04 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 3:27 pm
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What did I really do in August? Well... here is how I spent one day.
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It was a beautiful, calm and peaceful, late August evening. I was the only one parked there, at one of my 'usual' spots at the marina, enjoying the setting sun and watching a very small flotilla of sail boats, as they lay sprinkled, on the lake horizon. In the far distance a powerful jet ski 'screamed', across the mirrored water, toward the shore. In brief seconds - it had arrived !
A handsome, tanned young man and an athletic, stunning, and equally tanned woman, (both perhaps, in their late twenties or early thirties ) were sitting with youthful confidence, on that purple and white 'water beast'. It flew in at full throttle towards the landing ramp, to the right of me, sprayed a wall of foamed water, twenty feet into the air, roared to a stop and then... drifted toward shore. He turned off the sound system, which had been thundering. Silence... reined again... on that tiny... peaceful... inlet dock. A small plume of bluish, white exhaust fumes , filled the air and moved leisurely... towards me. I coughed.
The massive, sport jet ski, soundlessly floated inland, those last few feet. With precisioned execution, he was first to jump off the machine, wade into the water and stride toward the parking lot, to his left. She then (toes pointed), gently stepped into the knee deep water and grabbed hold of the tow line at the bow.
"Babe... I'll be back in five.", he called back to her.
Hands on her hips - she waited for her 'man'. Her long fingers and red painted nails, combed through her wind tussled, dirty blond hair, as she flipped her sun glasses up, to perch securely, on the top of her head.
Her 'man', soon reappeared and slowly backed up his trailer, which was hitched to the large, black, flat-bed, four door pickup truck he drove. The extra large chrome rimmed wheels, eased down the ramp and into the water.
"Babe... Throw me the line please."
She quickly threw him the tow line and he effortlessly pulled their craft out of the water and onto the trailer. His lanky muscled body, moved swiftly as he secured their machine to the motorized winch, while it buzzed to attention. The only interested witnesses watching all of this - were three dockside seagulls, a pair of floating ducks, and me.
She greeted his success with a languid kiss to his lips, as she clasped his face with her hands. He in turn, grabbed her bare, slim waist with both hands, drew her closer and kissed her with equal passion.
She stood by, while he moved his truck, up and out of the launch ramp ... turned right and stopped directly behind my car - not 10 or 12 feet away. He continued to secure their craft tightly and firmly, with nylon cords, as water dripped off the trailer.
"I am going to dry off.", she announced to him.
I had been standing by my car, near my open trunk. I reached into the ice filled cooler, for a chilled bottle of water and popped the cap. She never glanced at me as she walked to the rear passenger side of the truck, and opened the door. I could see that the black leather seats were littered with bags and clothes and towels.
Feeling rather self conscious and very much like an intruder in her space, I walked back to my front seat, sat down, and sipped my water. I turned my head towards my rear view mirror and continued to watch her with curiosity.
I noticed that she wore a skimpy red bikini that seemed painted on her body. She climbed up into the back seat and, unable to stand upright - crouched there, bent at the waist, at a 90 degree angle, while that back door - lay open. My view included the spectacle of her perfect bum and that exquisitely shaped triangle, between her legs. That truck door - still remained open.
She then, poked her thumbs into the sides of her bikini and much to my shock - slowly (and I mean... very slowly), peeled away the only cloth, protecting her modesty. Inch by inch she leisurely lowered her bikini and finally (as it sprung free, away from the grasp of her tight bum and thighs), revealed a perfectly, puckered pussy. I was stunned... and embarrassed for her - but I continued to look. Did she know that she was directly in back of me?
She was shaved bare, and her cute pink vagina, was a sight. As if on cue, a seagull flew by my open window and squawked - perhaps at me... in disapproval ? She then grabbed a towel and gently, and carefully, dried her bum and her legs and her toes and her 'woman parts' with lingering patience and diligence. Sliding her towel between and into her pussy, she made sure she was dry.
Should I have given a shit that she was twenty something? Should I have ventured out of my car and closed that truck door for her? She WAS, much younger than me, but I was suspicious ; 'Perhaps she was fucking with me?' I looked at my side mirror and smiled when I read - 'OBJECTS IN MIRROR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR'.
Not quite finished, she leaned further into the cab to reach for something, trapped on the other side of the seat. I tried not to look, but I was now a prisoner of my own arousal. My view of her was explicitly expanded to include a perfect view of her pink little bum hole. As well as of that dark mysterious vacuum between those gently parting lips of her vagina, as it grew wider and darker. She continued to bend over in that back seat. Her bum wiggled from side to side while her pussy blinked at me incessantly - begging me perhaps, to walk over and help? At that point, I realized that I was either an unintentional voyeur or perhaps - an intentional 'one' , in her little 'game' !
She eventually unfurled a flowing, flower printed sun dress and slowly, leg by leg, stepped into it and pulled it up her thighs and over her butt. She gingerly tiptoed backwards out of the truck, stepped out and onto the parking lot, and turned around to reveal two, very perky and perfectly 'handful sized', plump round breasts. She leisurely, grasped the shoulders of the dress and slid them up and over her small brown nipples, adjusting the fit with both her hands. She was finally, fully clothed.
At that moment her 'man' caught up to her and clasped his hands on her ass, pulled her towards him, and kissed her.
"You look hot babe ! ", he gasped to her.
She returned his kiss with equal lust and fervor as she eagerly grabbed his cock through his shorts. He laughed, pulled her hands away, let her go and walked to the driver's side of the truck, where he opened the door and sat down. She pushed the back door of the truck shut, and opened the front passenger door.
I decided to step out of my car. I wanted a much colder, bottle of water and I needed to stretch - uhhh... my legs. She climbed into the front seat and closed the door. The diesel truck rumbled to life as she lowered her tinted window. I stood there watching.
Then, seconds before the truck inched away - she turned to her right, looked at me squarely in the eyes, smiled slyly and winked. Before I could even react - she had lowered her sunglasses over her eyes and turned her gaze forward.
The truck, and the jet ski and THAT girl - slowly eased down the tree lined road and out of the marina. I quickly popped the cap of that ice cold bottle of water and took a sip. 'Hmmmm... That was a really nice truck ! ' I thought. 'Ummm... Yep... Really nice !'
I shook my head, took another sip of water, and looked out at the lake. A seagull flew overhead, screeching ... at me?
©September 2018 Paul P.
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Have you ever teased someone who you knew, was watching you ... and what did you do?
What should I have done, instead of playing her game ?
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. Submitted to the 'September Virtual Symposium ' - Under the topic : #44 'What did I really do in August. . .
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The Porcelain Doll
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Posted:Sep 6, 2018 4:26 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 3:25 pm
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Occasionally, we formulate an image of a person, and who we THINK they are. Reading people is a skill.
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From the moment he first noticed her, he had been mesmerized by her stunning beauty and could only imagine that she also possessed, a kind, and loving soul to match. Although she resembled a porcelain doll (with short blond hair and stunning blue eyes), her skin, would have been warm to his touch - had he been close enough to caress her. She was, he concluded, unlike any other woman he had ever - (almost) met. He closed his eyes tightly, and finally, imagined that he had mustered up enough courage to approach her and say hello.
As he neared her 'space', he inhaled her perfumed scent and it filled his nostrils with a desire, for long walks along a sandy ocean beach.
"Hi. I see you here all the time. My name is Paul, and what's yours? "
She looked at him and blankly stared. Then, inexplicably, as he stood there in front of her, she seethed into a furious, roaring rage - he could not believe, was ever possible. Her screams filled the air as she closed her eyes, and clenched her fists and pounded her thighs with all her might. His ashen face reflected his shock and horror and it was so astounding and overwhelming - it was truly a nightmare ! Certainly this could not be the woman, he thought he would one day, love and adore, and spend the rest of his life with. How could she be?
Suddenly, he felt a strong hand squeezing his shoulder.
"Hey Paul... Paul ! They called your name. That's you, right?", his friend Mike jokingly yelled into his ear above the morning din of that crowded coffee shop. Paul opened his eyes, and blinked, and then blinked again. His 'Porcelain Doll' , stood some twenty feet away, laughing and smiling and talking with friends.
"Hey... buddy... what's wrong? You look like you're in a daze and you've seen a ghost ! S.nap out of it. Go get your coffee. ", he laughed heartily again, as he pushed him forward, towards the counter.
"Paul... Mr. Paul ! One Large, Triple, Venti, Half Sweet, Non-Fat, Caramel Macchiato !" , chimed the tall girl behind the counter, as if to the syncopated beat of a song.
He rushed up and grabbed the large cup from the girl's hand, smiled meekly and turned around. They had messed up his order, once again. He had ordered, a ' Small, Double, Double ', but he didn't care ! He was getting out of there, in a hurry.
"Hey Mike... I'll wait for you by the car, OK?", he waved to his friend.
And with that, he turned and gingerly, tried to weave his way through that tightly packed mob, and out of the shop. He lowered his head so as to assure himself, there would not be any, eye contact with his 'Porcelain Doll' . In spite of his calculations, all other lanes of passage were soon blocked, and he came dangerously close to her, until...
"Ooops." she giggled, while she steadied his arm, as it gently nudged up against her blouse and her plump left breast.
"You're in a rush this morning? I see you here all the time. My name is Debra, and what's yours?", she smiled brightly, flashing white teeth that blinded him momentarily.
"Oh... Hi... Yeah... My name is Paul. I am late for a meeting. Gotta run."
He lifted his elbow up from her breast, turned and quickly ran out the door and to the car. Finally, he leaned back against the car door, relieved that he had escaped. He wasn't sure if he should share that coffee shop 'waking nightmare' , with his psychiatrist - or not. He'd think about it. Much calmer now and away from that frantic caffeine boutique, he slowly exhaled and took a leisurely sip of his large drink.
'Oh my gosh!' , he thought to himself, while glaring at his cup. 'This stuff tastes like crap. Who drinks this shit?'
And at that moment, Mike sauntered up to him - car keys jiggling in his hand, sipping his coffee.
"They fricken messed up my order, again dammit ! Hey Paul... Whatsay we give that other coffee place... down the street, a shot tomorrow ... huh?"
Paul looked at Mike, and then back to his own drink.
"Ya know Mike? Let's give these guys one more try. Maybe tomorrow, they'll get it right.", he laughed.
Paul smiled to himself thinking ; 'Maybe tomorrow, he would get it right...! Yep... Maybe tomorrow.'
©September 2018 Paul P.
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So ...
What's your beverage or food of choice to start your day?
What do you order when you go to those coffee/ specialty places?
©September 2018 Paul P.
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Happy National Coffee Ice Cream Day! . .
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My Naked Job Interview
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Posted:Sep 3, 2018 12:48 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2019 3:22 pm
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Here is a good safety tip ; check and double check and then tripple check , what you're doing, when you send attachments, in an email. Here's what happened to me when I got careless.
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My buddy Mike, called me up last week and gave me the heads-up, on a new job opportunity, in the company he works for. It was for a 'Web Content/Social Media Director/Marketing Content Provider', which (roughly translated), meant - 'creative writer of a bunch of stuff'. It sounded like it was right up my alley. I'd held similar positons in the past, so I thought - 'Sure, let's go for it!'.
I submitted my CV via the corporate website and in less than a day, Melanie, from 'HR' , called me up and we set up an interview for the following day, in the late afternoon.
Melanie (an attractive, blond haired , curvy woman in her mid to late 40's), greeted me as I walked into her office. The interview (although surprisingly thorough) , went as well as I expected, so when she asked me if I had any sample writing to provide, I pulled out a vanilla folder with a printed copy of four examples of blogs and stories that I had written.
Melanie looked at me and immediately spoke .
"Actually, if you could, send them to me via an email attachment, that would be better, since there will be more than a few people reading it and some, are off site.", she said smiling.
"No worries." I quickly replied. "In fact... I can send them to you from your lobby before I leave. You'll have them in a few minutes."
"Great! The sooner the better! I look forward to receiving them. ", she replied as she stood up. We both smiled warmly and with a firm handshake, I exited her office.
I looked at my watch. The interview had taken longer than expected. I had planned to pick up my from her office and go out for dinner.
'Damm...! ' I thought to myself. ' I am going to be late.'
I sat in the arm chair of the lobby, pulled out my cell phone and started rummaging through the folders that contained my written words. I then noticed that the 'Data Icon' on my phone was not lit - no service! The lobby had Wi-Fi but I needed a password. I approached the lobby receptionist however there were several other people ahead of me. I waited as patently as I could while glancing furtively at my watch, repeatedly - hoping somehow, time would stand still. The password was - 'Hello'. 'Really... ?', I thought to myself.
Finally, sitting back down in that chair, I fumbled around trying to find my blogs and stories. Eventually ... success. I quickly composed the email, hurriedly attached four various stories and blog posts, pressed 'enter' and waited until the message 'completed', appeared on my phone. I then headed out to pick up my .
'I might still make it.', I thought.
I actually arrived slightly ahead of schedule and so I waited for my in the parking lot of the company she works for. Quite pleased with myself (all things considered), I opened up the email that I had sent - just to be sure all had gone well... and it had. However... to my horror... I noticed that I had accidentally included one of my 'erotic stories' (from an adult sex site named... (yep) - A F F), amongst those that I had attached. It was a story called - 'Lust Amongst the Pines'. All of the color drained from my face; I was white. Mind you, it's a well crafted, lusciously descriptive and erotic story that's well paced and humorous - but it's NOT appropriate as a sample for a business review of my writing skills. I clasped my head in my hands and thought, 'Oh well.' I was disappointed in myself not to mention, more than slightly embarrassed.
Early the next morning I received a phone call from Melanie in 'HR'.
"Paul?", she began. "Melanie here. I just wanted to say that we've read your content and we'd like you to meet with our 'Principals' . Can you come by this afternoon?"
I was in shock. 'They are calling me back? Wow!', I thought to myself.
"Uhhh... Sure... This afternoon is fine. Yes. I'll be there. ", I couldn't believe it.
Melanie greeted me in her office, prior to introducing me to the 'Principles', of the company, however her demeanor had changed. As I sat down in the chair in front of her she smiled coyly and began.
" Your stories and blogs are very well written. Especially that one where that couple is caught making love in the forest by those hikers. So descriptive and real. I thought I was there.", she smiled and grinned from ear to ear.
I must have turned several shades of red before I stammered a reply.
" Well, I hadn't intended to send THAT one. It got in there by mistake and... "
" I figured that much. ", she interrupted me. "That's why I deleted it from the email, prior to sending it along to the others. It's really quite good though. Then again, I've read all your material before. " she continued.
At this point I was speechless." Ummm... really? I don't know how you could have read anything of mine before?", I replied, stammering.
" Well, aren't you posting to that adult site? Your blog is interesting. Well ... anyway... when I read it, I realized that you might have made a mistake.", she continued. The twinkle in her eyes caught my attention.
I wanted to ask her a question. I wanted to know what her 'User Profile Name', was. I wanted to ask her quite a few things. I never got the chance.
" Let's introduce you to the others, shall we?", she said as she stood up. "I'll be looking forward to your next blog post." she whispered to me in a playful and hushed tone.
I am not sure if I'll get this job. Thank goodness for Melanie's intervention, and yet my curiosity about her has me more than intrigued - as she anonymously 'pervs' me ! Perhaps there will be a third interview? Melanie (not her real name by the way), if you're reading this - Yo girl ... message me... Lol...
©September 2018 Paul P.
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So ...
What is your most embarrassing or worst social media horror story?
Have you ever pressed' enter ', and then regretted it?
Happy Labor Day !
Here's a link to the story that I submitted by mistake to Melanie... Lust Amongst the Pines . .
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Accidentally In Love
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Posted:Aug 23, 2018 10:17 am
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2020 5:38 pm
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(... WARNING.. If you're not into emotional, short stories - don't read this one ...)
It was miserably cold, windy and snowy and just an abominable spring day in Montreal. His bulky, calf high snow boots, pulled him forward as he trudged along that slushy path through the park, and toward that bench. The wool tuque he wore was firmly drawn over his ears, with barely a tuft of his grey hair poking through. His puffy winter coat was zipped up to its highest points and his pockets were filled with his partially frozen hands. The gloves he wore, were not doing the job they were intended for. The frosted glasses perched on his nose, were brushed with sleet and he hunched his shoulders lower, as he approached 'his' bench.
When he arrived, he was surprised to find someone sitting there - an older woman, perhaps his age and much like himself, she was bundled, up to her eyes.
She looked at him as he slowed his progress and politely, she moved to the far end of that wooden bench. He nodded to her, sat down and tried to straighten his posture, up against the backrest. She nodded towards him , remained quiet, then turned, and gazed straight ahead. They both hunkered there in silence (neither saying a word) , watching the snow fall and listening to the distant din of city traffic, the erie echo of far away car horns, and a wailing police siren. Periodically, a car would hurtle it's way along the road in front of them, and past that large, old maple tree, and then curve its way round the bend. Neither bench partner looked at the other.
Then, as if choreographed, they both stood up at the same time, and slowly and apprehensively headed along that path - in the same direction. They looked at each other and smiled meekly.
"It's miserable weather, isn't it?", he declared shyly.
"It's our typical spring here, right?, she acknowledged. Then - she quickly added, while pointing with a mitted hand ; " There is a coffee shop along that road there, would you like to join me for a coffee? I think we could both use one. "
He looked at her, and agreed. "You're right about that. I'd love one! "
One year later ( to the day), and coincidentally - the weather hadn't changed from the previous spring. However, this time, they both walked up that path in the park - together . Her hands were firmly locked around his arm and he gently clasped them, in his.
Before long, they found 'their' bench and sat down. She leaned her head against his chest as his arms grasped her far shoulder, pulled her close and shielded her against the blowing wind and snow. Soon however, tears welled up in her eyes, as she looked up into his. She inhaled deeply, choked back a sob and sighed. He looked down at her and lovingly, tenderly, kissed her. Tears spilled down his cheeks, as he closed both his eyes. One year ago, they first met and had fallen in love. They had rarely felt such happiness in their lives. As a consequence of that accidental meeting, they had managed to repair their broken hearts and had finally found a partner with whom, they could share the love they had to offer. Love they had bottled up and thought, was lost forever.
Fourteen ago on this day, her teenaged , and his teenaged , were killed on that road, right there - just by that maple tree - when their cars accidentally collided together.
Snow and tears blinded them both, as they hugged each other steadfastly. Only the sound of snowflakes falling, filled the air around that park bench. They held each other tighter than one might think possible - tighter than you could believe... afraid to let go !
©August 2018 Paul P.
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Have you ever lost someone in your life? How did you deal with it?
Tell me about that special person.
August 30 is National Grief Awareness Day !
A big hug to anyone who has lost someone. May the memories of that person live in eternity! .. .
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Sex With An Alien
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Posted:Aug 16, 2018 4:56 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2019 5:03 pm
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Do you find that there are enough jokes and laughter in our every day lives ? Perhaps, not always.
Today is that one day in the year to make up for it by celebrating 'National Tell A Joke Day' . Don't feel comfortable with telling a joke? Start off with a few 'one liners' or a 'knock knock' joke. From morning till night, let's laugh! Laughter has been proven to extend your life and provide a better quality of life. Try it out today and every day and see if you won't become a happier person and as a consequence, make all those around you happier as well !
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So...
... this husband and wife are abducted by Martians, get stripped and then get huddled into separate rooms. The wife meets the naked male Martian, but she's obviously not impressed.
"It's too small", she chirps.
The male Martian taps his forehead three times and his tiny one inch penis grows to over 9 inches in length. The wife grins.
"But it's too narrow", she complains and frowns again.
The male Martian, gently tugs on his ears three times and his eedee beedee penis grows to over 8 inches in girth. The wife looks lustfully at the Martian's member.
Several hours later, the husband and wife are safely transported back to their home. The wife is exhausted and beams with a languid, satisfied and breathless smile.
"Well... that was something special ! ", she gasps, grinning ... still out of breath and quite spent. "How did it go for you?"
"Awful ! Just terrible ! ", her husband replies . "I have such a splitting headache. That female Martian just kept smacking my fucking forehead and yanking on my damm ears."
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