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So Long Summer Time

With summer coming to an end, one of the disappointing things the cold weather brings is more clothes. Girls will put away their cleavage in favor of warmer tops and sweaters. Fleshy thighs will no longer be exposed as denim will be hiding them from your curious eyes. Just a short time from now, much of your eye candy will be going into hibernation until spring. It’s a despairing situation indeed. I know you didn’t ask me, but I have two unsolicited pieces of advice for how you should handle this dilemma.

To begin with, warm weather is still here for a couple more weeks. Not every girl will proudly display her breasts, but the most voluptuous girls will. The younger girls who are just discovering how addictive their legs are, will strut them in short, tight skirts until it becomes explicitly slutty to do so. My advice is that you take them in and commit them to memory. Take nice, long, lasting looks; even wink your eye as if you are taking a picture to store in your “spank bank” for the days when the cold winds blow and the snow begins to fly. Girls showing off their bodies want you to look. As long as you’re not threatening or obnoxious, a respectful stare is welcome, even a smile. Some of us are flattered by it and I’d be disappointed if I didn’t turn you on. Never pretend you’re not male; let your cock twitch and get hard. Just make sure you’re paying attention to the road if you happen to drive past me as I’m walking briskly down the sidewalk.

Secondly, recognize the situation for what it is and adapt accordingly. You’re going to be indoors a lot more than you’re used to. There will be less scenery around town and more time alone. Your brain knows that, but your cock is clueless. All “Mr. Happy” knows is that he needs both stimulation and satisfaction. You need to feed his craving for pussy. Build a cozy fire, put your feet up, and chill in your favorite chair reminiscing about the seductive beauties from the park or the street side cafe, then turn to me, babe. Pull Mr. Happy from your pants, then let my alluring voice stimulate you as much as my breasts do when your sliding your oiled cock between them. The memory of an 18 year old buxom blonde might ignite your balls, but she’s off to school and has left you behind until next summer. Your recollections of her pale in comparison to the sounds of desire that escape my mouth as I’m fingering my ripe, wanting pussy.

I can be your shelter from the storm and my bites are much more enticing than Jack Frost’s. So don’t despair, you have to say so long to summer time, but dialing my digits allows you an opportunity to say hello me… your only desire.



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Your Podium Puppeteer

Some days, nothing can be more boring or drag on longer than work. Between long hours, repetitive tasks, and high pressures, it can leave you utterly depleted. However, thanks to me, your workplace does not need to be thought of in such a dismal way. Think of me and my voice as a haven for all of the dull and dreary tasks at hand.

Recently, a friend of mine who is a businessman learned this in a big way. He is professional, successful, and always up to meet the bar – he’s not someone you would think had any problems with pressure or nerves. In most cases, he doesn’t. When a very high profile project landed in his lap though, it was a different story. He didn’t drop the ball or crumble under the mounting pressure by any means, but he confessed to me that as the date of the presentation grew closer, he struggled with a bit of anxiety about presenting in front of so many powerful people and meeting their expectations. I comforted him as best I could and then told him I think I could help. He asked me what I had in mind and I told him to simply, trust me.

He had told me quite a bit about his presentation, so I knew ahead of time that he would need to use his laptop to oversee some of it and pull up additional files if he should be questioned about them. I asked him on the day of his proposal to leave the software running that we’ve occasionally used for him to read messages from me. He was definitely a bit wary, but he has grown to trust me over the years and knew I would not let him down in any way.

It was 11:00 AM and he began his proposal, the first 10 minutes of which I knew involved playing a video compilation related to the project. The lights would be dimmed and everyone attending would have their attention focused on the screen. Thus, it was time for me to begin my own “presentation”.

I began by sending him a message that I could not stop thinking about how his cock had felt in my mouth the night before. The way it throbbed, swollen against my tongue and how delicious the thin stream of pre-cum he left across my lips tasted. I immediately got a response back asking me what I was doing. I ignored the question and continued on to tell him how hard my nipples were just thinking about it and how good his thick cock would feel pressed between my breasts. He began to type a response…and then he quickly stopped. Immediately, he realized what I was doing. He was overcome with desire and he had no power or will to stop it.

I continued sexting him. First, telling him to imagine that I was there knelt down beneath the podium. I was slowly unzipping his pants and sliding one hand into them to feel his growing erection. I told him to imagine how my soft hand felt, stroking and gently squeezing, as I pulled his pants down farther and slid my tongue up the seam of his balls. I asked if he was fully hard yet and received a quickly typed, “god yes”.

I proceeded to outline in an additional 10 sexts or so, with great detail, how I would wrap my hungry mouth around his shaft and how much it would turn me on to blow him right there with all of his peers and bosses in the room. How I would bask in arousal watching him trying to maintain his composure – much like he must have been doing reading my messages in front of all of them.

I then went on to confess to him that the ultimate act, however, would be for him to bend me over the podium right then. Hike up my skirt and push me down to expose my swollen, dew-covered, pink lips amidst the glow of the presentation. I parted them with two fingers to guide his cock deep into me with all of the big wigs watching with awe and jealousy. How hot it would be to grip the podium edge as he rammed me mercilessly, again and again, until he exploded deep within my warm walls. How I would love to feel his cum trickling down my thighs and onto the boardroom floor for all to see.

Just a moment later, my phone dinged with a single message back from him. “Thank you,” was all it said and I knew then that he had blown his load right there at the podium while his video played just a few feet away! He told me later how hard it was not to make any noise when he came and how a few small grunts slipped out. He tried to cover it up with a cough to clear his throat, but he got a funny look from a couple of people seated in the front. If they had any idea what prompted those sounds they certainly didn’t let on. He also told me that it was one of the sexiest things we’ve ever done and one of the most intense, mind-blowing orgasms he’s ever had. After I completely distracted him from the butterflies in his stomach, he said the rest of his presentation was smooth sailing and a complete success.

I know how hard he works and how the pressures can add up. I know how hard you work too and how much your work must get to you. Is it the pressure, or maybe the repetition? Either way, your workplace can also be a play place. Sometimes you need a release. You just have to seize the opportunity…a lunch break quickie, a visit to the men’s room, secretary role-play, bending me over your desk or just balls deep fucking me in the supply closet. Maybe you prefer the copy room on top of the copying machine? You can be as quiet and as quick as you need to be. (Don’t worry, I know what to say and do!)

So, the next time you’re nervous about that big presentation, let me be your podium puppeteer. I’ll magically make your cock come to life, even with no strings attached.



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It was all You, Babe

I love holiday weekends (or really any excuse to take a long weekend) and this past Labor Day weekend was definitely no exception. This year, I decided to spend the weekend visiting a friend in Utah. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and the views were stunning to say the least. Looking out, I was taken aback by the way I could see the mountains in all directions. A full panorama of sienna scenery surrounded us. As my time there went on, I became more and more intrigued by what lay just beyond the city. So the day before I was to head home, I decided to do a bit of exploring.

For my expedition, I chose to venture to Provo Canyon on a mission to see Bridal Veil Falls. My friend dropped me off and even snapped a quick pic for me to share with you before I ventured off. The weather was warm and the sun was out in full force, making it a pretty intense hike into the canyon. While certainly brutal at times, overall I found the heat itself to be somewhat cathartic (almost sauna-like with the dry mountain air). My short shorts and light summer top were fortunately just airy enough to let a slight cool breeze kiss my skin and keep the heat from becoming too overwhelming. The scenery itself as I moved deeper into the canyon also served to take my mind off the strenuousness of the hike. As I moved further and further in, I felt a sense of awe washing over me at what nature had created here. However, none of it prepared me for the breathtaking beauty of the falls themselves.

As I arrived at the falls, there really were no words to sufficiently describe their magnificence. Set among the dusty baked canyons, almost like a mirage, the falls showered clear crisp water down the side of the mountain. I could immediately feel the cool breeze and slight spray in the air as I marveled at the glistening wonder. As I began tentatively exploring, I found that while there were numerous people in the main area, just across the bridge however, there didn’t seem to be a soul in sight. I had found a private little nook away from the tourists and cameras and decided this would be the perfect spot to cool myself off.

In my little nook, water that had traveled from the falls flowed below me along a shallow area. Dipping my toe in a bit, I felt the chill of the icy water and found the surface beneath to be fairly smooth. Slowly, I stripped down, sliding off my skimpy shorts and lifting my light top over my head. Glancing around, I noticed that still no one had come along and discovered my little nook. Thus, I decided a skinny dip would be both exhilarating and save me from having to hike back with wet undergarments. So I slid my panties down and stepped out of them before unhooking my bra and feeling the sun beat down upon my bare glistening breasts.

Fully undressed now, I then walked leisurely along the water line until I came to a large, slanted rock that continued down into the water. Gently, I laid back on it, feeling the heat of it seeping into my backside as I slid my lower body a little further down into the soothing water. The combination of the heated rock and cool water was instantly relaxing. As I lay there watching the falls, I began to regret not having brought someone with me to share this experience. That’s when my mind began to drift to you. Lying there, I thought back to our last call. As my thoughts meandered, I could hear your voice in my head almost as clearly as if you had been next to me. Thinking back over our last experience together, I found my hand had unconsciously wandered down between my thighs.

A shiver of excitement ran through me as I realized, here I was, completely nude in this glorious (and very public) place, masturbating where anyone could stumble upon me. As I closed my eyes and arched my back, I let my thoughts return to you as I continued to pleasure myself. I delicately circled my clit at first, letting it swell and plumpen between my fingers and then sliding my fingers down to into my tightness. Again and again, I alternated this way, imagining your mouth on me and then your engorged cock inside of me. It did not take long for these thoughts to push me over the edge.

In a fit of glory befitting my surroundings, I came almost convulsively in a rolling orgasm of epic proportions. As the last shudder of ecstasy washed over me, I found I could barely lift my arms. The waves of pleasure that had riddled my body left me nearly unconscious, in a state of equal parts exhaustion and erotic bliss. It was one of the most euphoric feelings that I’ve ever experienced.

Perhaps it was the heat or the exertion from my hike, but personally…

I think it was all you, babe.



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