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A Private Education

Maddy — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 19:19:36 +1030

I read somewhere that we learn instinctively to pleasure ourselves before we can talk and my earliest memory of the art of masturbation was at the tender age of four years old. I won't go into detail but I was aroused by the sight of two lions copulating to the voice of David Attenborough on a BBC Wildlife documentary which stirred something mysterious inside me. Clearly at such a young age I had no idea that what I was seeing, or my consequent response, was sexual. Still, it was an enjoyable sensation and subsequently I made sure I had regular practice.

Overtime

Maddy — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 19:29:01 +1030

I want to have an affair. I want to lose myself in a torrid, illicit, filthy encounter with a handsome stranger. Wait. No. Make that a string of handsome strangers.

I will find these strangers in any number of places…

…Behind the counter at Starbucks. He will whip me into a frenzy, using his fingers like stir-sticks, to whip my clit into a thick, creamy treat while sucking on the stiff peaks that my excited nipples have become.

The Vital Ache

marc angel — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 14:32:09 +1030

To part and welcome

The earnest magician, who

Unencumbered by formality

Bestows tickle after sweet tickle

Of love’s fondest emotion

The white gloves discarded

Relishing her scent on his fingers

Probing deep and meaningful

Into her every appetency

Scrupulous, masculine appeal

Alas, the abatement of such lust

Won’t wane by nightfall…

Her alleviation lies obscured

By the ardent wish to remain ladylike

Placating her good name as reputable.

Red Stilettos

marc angel — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 13:39:17 +1030

He was looking through the mail when he walked into the room; not noticing her standing in the doorway across from him.

“How was golf?” her soft voice drawing his attention, but only briefly. He does a double take, his eyes darkening with lust as they make their way down her body. He tries to set the mail on the table but misses, sending it scattering across the floor. As he crouches to pick it up, his eyes never leave her.

Jaynie Reed In The Home Gallery!

marc angel — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 12:24:36 +1030