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Sunday, April 21, 2013
I'm hyperated.
There I go, creating words again that don't exist. Hyperated- to be hyperactive to the point of irritation.
I'm ready to go, to jump off a plane, or raft down a river, or even zip line if I could hold my own weight.
The things I can't do right now have been getting to me, and it's bothersome. To not e able to do things you should be able to do, of course it's annoying.
I lost 6lbs this week and am now down to 395lbs again. The fact that I've been trying to manage my weight and am actually succeeding at it is something I can be proud of. So there's that.
I had a party last night that had a nice small turnout. Not sure why some that said they were coming didn't show up. But I can't let that bring me down.
Now I'm all hopped up on coffee and ready to go to this interactive bridal show here locally. I hope it's different. I hope it's fruitful in one way or another. Free wine... That should be good.
Anyways, time for some food!
I'm ready to go, to jump off a plane, or raft down a river, or even zip line if I could hold my own weight.
The things I can't do right now have been getting to me, and it's bothersome. To not e able to do things you should be able to do, of course it's annoying.
I lost 6lbs this week and am now down to 395lbs again. The fact that I've been trying to manage my weight and am actually succeeding at it is something I can be proud of. So there's that.
I had a party last night that had a nice small turnout. Not sure why some that said they were coming didn't show up. But I can't let that bring me down.
Now I'm all hopped up on coffee and ready to go to this interactive bridal show here locally. I hope it's different. I hope it's fruitful in one way or another. Free wine... That should be good.
Anyways, time for some food!
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
It's A Little Bit Erotic...Don't Ya Think?
As I entered the elevator of the hotel, I noticed an attractive man standing alone inside. I get in, and check to see where the elevator is headed. It's going down to the lobby. The door closes, and I catch a sniff of his cologne. I thought it was Aqua Di Gio for Men. I asked him what cologne he wore. I don't really remember the answer, because I was too intoxicated by the sexy smell to accompany the sexy guy with glasses standing in the confined space with me. We exchanged smiles, and continued the rest of the way down.
The short ride ended, and we parted ways, not realizing that we'd be seeing each other again soon enough.
I was there for the party, and I didn't know that he was also there to party. I was meeting some friends in the lobby. Soon we were together again. We had some mutual friends I guess, and were soon introduced.
After dinner with friends, and drinks with strangers, I decide to go upstairs to my room. Again, I run into the sexy, smell good guy in the elevator.
We smile at each other, and the sexual energy is so high that I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end, and my nipples tightening and hardening with every breath.
I decide that it's now or never. The only way that I'd be able to keep it purely sexual and completely fun would be to do it now. I turn to him, and say 'So, fancy a fuck?'
He responds quickly, and without any reservation. He comes at me fast, and hard. He grabs my chin and kisses me on the mouth, feeding me his tongue and letting me taste his lips. I'm pressed against the wall of the elevator, and he is palming my belly, and pinching my my nipples with the other hand. I'm suddenly wet in the panties, and moaning into his mouth. My breath is quickening, and I want him. Out of nowhere, the elevator stops, and the doors open. We haven't been caught..so we exit, and walk quickly down the hall to his room.
The second we pass the threshold, my dress comes off. I'm wearing a matching bra and panty set, and I reach for his band tee shirt so I can lift it off of his torso. He beats me to it, and removes his shirt, leaving him in just a pair of jeans, his belt, and a pair of underwear.
We are kissing passionately, and I can feel his hands running smoothly over my giant belly, each and every curve and roll of fat on my sides, up over my shoulders, and then over each of my breasts and around so that he's cupping them to his face. He begins to suck on my nipple, and I moan loudly, and pull him closer. We fall back on the bed, with me underneath him. He spreads my legs wide, and lays atop of my mountain of a stomach, still kissing my breasts and nipples.
I decide to reach around his considerably smaller body, and grab onto his hot ass, pulling his pelvis up to my fat pussy. I feel his cock through his jeans, pressing against me, hot, hard and thick. I want to taste it! I push him down, down to my belly, and he keeps kissing. Soon my panties are across the room, and his face is buried in my wet snatch, licking and sucking at my clit. I'm pulling his head against me, pressing myself up against him, and clenching my legs together around his upper body. I am wet as fuck, and I feel like I am soon going to cum all over his face and mouth. I let out another loud moan, and let loose on him, having the best orgasm that I've had in years.
I lay back, breathing hard, trying to compose myself enough to tell him I want to suck his big, hard, throbbing cock. He comes up for a kiss, and after I lick my cum off of his luscious lips, I whisper my desires into his ear...
Phone Sex -- let's do it!
The short ride ended, and we parted ways, not realizing that we'd be seeing each other again soon enough.
I was there for the party, and I didn't know that he was also there to party. I was meeting some friends in the lobby. Soon we were together again. We had some mutual friends I guess, and were soon introduced.
After dinner with friends, and drinks with strangers, I decide to go upstairs to my room. Again, I run into the sexy, smell good guy in the elevator.
We smile at each other, and the sexual energy is so high that I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end, and my nipples tightening and hardening with every breath.
I decide that it's now or never. The only way that I'd be able to keep it purely sexual and completely fun would be to do it now. I turn to him, and say 'So, fancy a fuck?'
He responds quickly, and without any reservation. He comes at me fast, and hard. He grabs my chin and kisses me on the mouth, feeding me his tongue and letting me taste his lips. I'm pressed against the wall of the elevator, and he is palming my belly, and pinching my my nipples with the other hand. I'm suddenly wet in the panties, and moaning into his mouth. My breath is quickening, and I want him. Out of nowhere, the elevator stops, and the doors open. We haven't been caught..so we exit, and walk quickly down the hall to his room.
The second we pass the threshold, my dress comes off. I'm wearing a matching bra and panty set, and I reach for his band tee shirt so I can lift it off of his torso. He beats me to it, and removes his shirt, leaving him in just a pair of jeans, his belt, and a pair of underwear.
We are kissing passionately, and I can feel his hands running smoothly over my giant belly, each and every curve and roll of fat on my sides, up over my shoulders, and then over each of my breasts and around so that he's cupping them to his face. He begins to suck on my nipple, and I moan loudly, and pull him closer. We fall back on the bed, with me underneath him. He spreads my legs wide, and lays atop of my mountain of a stomach, still kissing my breasts and nipples.
I decide to reach around his considerably smaller body, and grab onto his hot ass, pulling his pelvis up to my fat pussy. I feel his cock through his jeans, pressing against me, hot, hard and thick. I want to taste it! I push him down, down to my belly, and he keeps kissing. Soon my panties are across the room, and his face is buried in my wet snatch, licking and sucking at my clit. I'm pulling his head against me, pressing myself up against him, and clenching my legs together around his upper body. I am wet as fuck, and I feel like I am soon going to cum all over his face and mouth. I let out another loud moan, and let loose on him, having the best orgasm that I've had in years.
I lay back, breathing hard, trying to compose myself enough to tell him I want to suck his big, hard, throbbing cock. He comes up for a kiss, and after I lick my cum off of his luscious lips, I whisper my desires into his ear...
Phone Sex -- let's do it!
Happy Hump Day
It's Wednesday, and therefore it is the day of the hump. Today I'm going for a doctor appointment to check up on my diabetes, my weight, and my mental health.
After the doc I'm heading to this awesome bistro cafe for lunch and to meet a new friend. He is a glassblower and has a studio that I will get to visit and then he is giving me an intro to glassblowing class.
I'm pretty stoked about meeting this guy and learning how to blow glass! I will hopefully have a new piece to show off later today!
Keep an eye out on twitter for updates on my day!
Also, don't forget to check out my Panty Auction clip!!!!
After the doc I'm heading to this awesome bistro cafe for lunch and to meet a new friend. He is a glassblower and has a studio that I will get to visit and then he is giving me an intro to glassblowing class.
I'm pretty stoked about meeting this guy and learning how to blow glass! I will hopefully have a new piece to show off later today!
Keep an eye out on twitter for updates on my day!
Also, don't forget to check out my Panty Auction clip!!!!
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Chapter 1 of Untitled Erotica
Clint sat at his desk, flipping through the sheath of papers he'd been getting in the mail over the past couple of weeks. His wife, Jami, had recently passed away after a tragic accident in the shower. He was remembering his wife, and how they had wanted to start a family, and had been trying to get pregnant. He'd tried to impregnate his wife just before she took that fatal shower. Jami had been singing, happily in the shower, while he laid in bed and watched the stocks ticker on the national news channel. Suddenly, there was a scream, and a loud crashing noise, then only the sound of the water running could be heard. Clint had gone running to see what happened, and there, in the shower, twisted up in the curtain, with half of her head smashed in, blood covering the bathroom, was his wife...his dead wife. Clint shook his head to clear his mind of the thoughts he was having, and tried to get back to the task at hand. Strange as it may seem, he had a semi hard cock, even after reliving Jami's death scene by scene. He let his mind wander back to the sex they had been having, prior to the shower. Clint leaned back in his leather office chair, closed his eyes, let his hand fall to his lap, and started to stroke himself as he let his mind go.
Erica, the maid, had been having a bit of a reminiscing session herself in the laundry room. She had found a pair of Jami's panties in her laundry basket, and had brought them to her nose to sniff. Jami's scent was still on the panties, and with the first whiff, Erica was becoming aroused. Clint didn't know, but while he was at work, she and Jami had been having luscious, fantastic, ridiculously amazing, lesbian sex. It wasn't because Jami wasn't happy, or didn't love Clint, but she also loved Erica. The young girl had came to her for sex advice regarding a boy she had been seeing, and somehow, Jami ended up showing her that she didn't need that boy, and his puny little wiener. Erica and Jami had enjoyed each others' bodies sexually for the past 2 years, and when Jami died, Erica was heartbroken. Now that Jami was gone, she'd had to take on more responsibilities around the house. She didn't know that she was about to take on yet another important job here at the mansion.
Erica was still sitting there on a pile of warm towels, sniffing Jami's dirty panties, thinking about their past sexual encounters, when she suddenly realized how Clint must miss his wife too. She hadn't been thinking about his feelings much, since he'd rarely been home since the death. He was home now, though, and she was going to go see him, and talk to him about Jami. She went down the hallway towards the library, and straightened out her skirt and top as she walked. She was still somewhat aroused, so she made sure that her tits were looking their best as she walked through the doors into the spacious library. She knew she'd be able to find the handsome, dark haired, bespectacled, husband of her late lover sitting at his desk, head buried in papers.
She slowly walked towards the desk, noticing that Clint had his head back in his chair, with his eyes closed. She wondered what he was thinking. Then she noticed his arm was shaking. He was jerking off! She slowed her pace even more, and slipped off her shoes as she approached. She wanted to watch him, see how his cock looked. She had never had thoughts like this for this man before. She crept up to the desk, and knelt down in front of it, peering over it, watching him. He was breathing heavily, and pumping his fist up and down on his cock quickly. She bit her lip, and moved her head upwards, putting her fingers on the edge of the desk. She moved her hand and it hit something. The ship in the bottle! It fell to the floor before she could catch it, and as it crashed into a million little pieces, Clint stood up with a start.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, watching the ship in the bottle crumble.
"Oh my god! Clint! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I was just...watching you. And I moved and it fell. Oh fuck, Clint. I'm sorry. How can I ever repay you?" she said, looking up at him, tears filling her eyes.
"God damn it Erica! You know how much that meant to me. That was my wedding gift from Jami! She's gone, it's gone, what's next? Are you going to leave me too?" he spit out at her angrily.
"Clint! No! I won't leave you! I was coming in here to talk to you, to see how you were doing. I didn't know what you were doing, until I did, of course. I just wanted to talk, Clint. I'll fix this...how can I fix it?" she asked.
"Come here. Now." he said, with no intonation as to what he was about to do.
Erica got up, stepped around the broken glass and wooden shards that were scattered on the floor and walked around the desk.
"I'm here." she said, timidly.
He looked at her, obviously hurting, and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down, and bent her over his lap. He pushed her skirt up, and noticed that she didn't have any panties on. She stayed silent. Scared. Her body was trembling, and his hand was too, as he reared it back to slap that tight ass of hers.
'CRACK!!!!!' was all that could be heard throughout the library as his hand landed smack on her ass. Followed shortly by a cry from Erica.
To Be Continued...
Erica, the maid, had been having a bit of a reminiscing session herself in the laundry room. She had found a pair of Jami's panties in her laundry basket, and had brought them to her nose to sniff. Jami's scent was still on the panties, and with the first whiff, Erica was becoming aroused. Clint didn't know, but while he was at work, she and Jami had been having luscious, fantastic, ridiculously amazing, lesbian sex. It wasn't because Jami wasn't happy, or didn't love Clint, but she also loved Erica. The young girl had came to her for sex advice regarding a boy she had been seeing, and somehow, Jami ended up showing her that she didn't need that boy, and his puny little wiener. Erica and Jami had enjoyed each others' bodies sexually for the past 2 years, and when Jami died, Erica was heartbroken. Now that Jami was gone, she'd had to take on more responsibilities around the house. She didn't know that she was about to take on yet another important job here at the mansion.
Erica was still sitting there on a pile of warm towels, sniffing Jami's dirty panties, thinking about their past sexual encounters, when she suddenly realized how Clint must miss his wife too. She hadn't been thinking about his feelings much, since he'd rarely been home since the death. He was home now, though, and she was going to go see him, and talk to him about Jami. She went down the hallway towards the library, and straightened out her skirt and top as she walked. She was still somewhat aroused, so she made sure that her tits were looking their best as she walked through the doors into the spacious library. She knew she'd be able to find the handsome, dark haired, bespectacled, husband of her late lover sitting at his desk, head buried in papers.
She slowly walked towards the desk, noticing that Clint had his head back in his chair, with his eyes closed. She wondered what he was thinking. Then she noticed his arm was shaking. He was jerking off! She slowed her pace even more, and slipped off her shoes as she approached. She wanted to watch him, see how his cock looked. She had never had thoughts like this for this man before. She crept up to the desk, and knelt down in front of it, peering over it, watching him. He was breathing heavily, and pumping his fist up and down on his cock quickly. She bit her lip, and moved her head upwards, putting her fingers on the edge of the desk. She moved her hand and it hit something. The ship in the bottle! It fell to the floor before she could catch it, and as it crashed into a million little pieces, Clint stood up with a start.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, watching the ship in the bottle crumble.
"Oh my god! Clint! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I was just...watching you. And I moved and it fell. Oh fuck, Clint. I'm sorry. How can I ever repay you?" she said, looking up at him, tears filling her eyes.
"God damn it Erica! You know how much that meant to me. That was my wedding gift from Jami! She's gone, it's gone, what's next? Are you going to leave me too?" he spit out at her angrily.
"Clint! No! I won't leave you! I was coming in here to talk to you, to see how you were doing. I didn't know what you were doing, until I did, of course. I just wanted to talk, Clint. I'll fix this...how can I fix it?" she asked.
"Come here. Now." he said, with no intonation as to what he was about to do.
Erica got up, stepped around the broken glass and wooden shards that were scattered on the floor and walked around the desk.
"I'm here." she said, timidly.
He looked at her, obviously hurting, and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down, and bent her over his lap. He pushed her skirt up, and noticed that she didn't have any panties on. She stayed silent. Scared. Her body was trembling, and his hand was too, as he reared it back to slap that tight ass of hers.
'CRACK!!!!!' was all that could be heard throughout the library as his hand landed smack on her ass. Followed shortly by a cry from Erica.
To Be Continued...
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