Just Call Her Queen of Porn Pt. 02

Sharing this VERY strange experience that began as me attempting to create an audio about my bizarre genetics, medical issues and spiritual/energy needs but as I was doing this, my session was hijacked by a certain Celestial energy... a deity of communication who felt some thanks for all the success I have had communicating with people needed some attention. 😳😅 rnI will leave you go draw your own conclusions but following this I looked up “sex with deities” and found I might need a teacher in Tantric Yoga, a practice I haven’t studied but apparently I have been teaching in a roundabout way.... how fascinating! * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (33.5 min/mp3) * * * * *" https://www.flightsim.com/vbfs/member.php?1070348-fahocici https://board.radionomy.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=251378 https://www.guvi.in/qa/429/in-java-write-a-simple-hello-world-program https://developer.tobii.com/community-forums/members/wafeqapu/ https://help.g

EXTENDING THE MILF LIST: CHAPTER 23 Finding the Path Beyond the MILF List "You can't fuck for a living if you are a man." I spoke the words with the eager conviction of the newly converted, the acolyte newly minted, brim full of the certainty that insufficient information tends to create. My excuse is that I was a youth, pure and simple and I had just had the most incredible days of delight, fucking a host...or would it be a hostess...the Holy Host? The Holly Host? The Holly Hostess? Whatever, I fucked the semantics out of a lot of females. I fucked them all, a coterie of females so that my perspective on life was canted in favor of pussy and then de-canted to fill me with doubt about the wisdom of allowing pussy to so thoroughly dominate my life. Now, in this surrealistic moment, I was being confronted with a contrary view from the sixth degree of separation. But it was far from that simple because it was the sixth degree of separation from three or four points in my

Rachel nervously entered the doctor's office and proceeded to strip down to her underwear and put on the gown that had been left for her. Rachel waited around nervously looking at the dull wallpaper in the office. She was nervous about seeing a new doctor but was pleasantly surprised when her new doctor walked into the office. He was very handsome and looked quite muscular underneath his green scrubs. The doctor looked over at his very attractive young patient staring up at him with her big blue eyes. "Hello my name is Dr. Stephens," he introduced himself to his beautiful young patient. Rachel still finding herself very attracted to the doctor and his deep blue eyes and wavy dark hair almost forgot to respond, but she broke her stunned silence and responded, "I'm Rachel." Dr. Stephens then opened a folder which Rachel was sure held her previous medical history. "Well seems that you are a new patient here today, so why don't we go through the pr

It was a glorious June day, my Aunt Maggie was getting married. There were lots of relatives and in-laws, some I knew, some I did not. Maggie was 40, this was her second marriage, and her daughter, my cousin Livy was her bridesmaid. I admired Livy's sexy 18-year-old body. She was a petite 5'1'', looked to be about 110 pounds, a nice B cup chest, Mmmm, she looked very hot. I was 10 years older than Livy, and I was wondering if she'd be up for some real kissing cousin action? Livy was there early, she came over when she saw me, my 25-year-old cousin Mike was with her. Livy said, ''Hey Jon, nice to see you I'm glad you could make it. Jon, I want to ask you something? Ever had a threeway?" I gaped at her, and she looked back with a clear steady gaze. I had in fact, my last girlfriend had favored me with several nights of her and her girlfriend. God, the feel of 2 women getting a guy into a hot sexual clinch, I'll remember that all my life. I repl

Note- This is pure fiction and is not based on any true facts or events. xxx I think it was when I finished the final film of the Potter series that I felt like I had made that transition into being an adult woman. And when I interviewed famous feminist author, Gloria Steinem, my eyes were opened to the subject of female sexuality and the furtherment of a woman's pleasure in the bedroom. With this in mind I have given myself the task of writing a personal journal on the subject from my own personal view. From A to Z. x I is for Incest. Ouch! Did she just use THAT word? Her, of all people too. Disgusting! Don't get me wrong, please. I'm not condoning mothers and fathers sleeping with their offspring, nor am I approving sisters taking their brothers to bed. I believe that to be morally wrong. But, we hear often of cousins wedding cousins, don't we? Why, the British Royal Family have been doing that for hundreds of years. And what of step-mothers and step-fathers, and s

After following them for 10 minutes, I got a call from Brooke. She growled sexily, "Hey Colin, do you know what I am doing? Since I have my own private bedroom, I'm laying in my bed, totally naked, my thighs spread wide, enjoying the feel of your hot cum tricking deep inside my pussy. I'm sticking my fingers in, getting them all slick, coated with your cum, then bringing them to my mouth..." I heard her making slurping noises over the phone, then cooing with pleasure. "Then licking my fingers clean, just like that. Your hot cum tastes so good. Is your cock hard and horny baby?" "Oh yeah Brooke, you got me rock hard and eager!" "Mmmm, just what I wanted to hear. I will take good care of that hot, horny bulge tonight. I'm going to clean my pussy some more, you really flooded my tight little fuck hole! Tonight, I am going to take that load that you are working up for me Colin. As much as I like to stroke my tingling pussy, I'm going to

Author's Note Pepper's Penance is a slow burning romance that unfolds over the course of twenty-three chapters. This is not a wham-bam story. But, if you're into that sort of thing, I think you'll like this one. Check my profile page for other chapters. Chapter 6: Ashley's Turn "Ash, how is it you can run a music store without knowing how to play a single instrument? I mean, how do you do it? Get up everyday and look yourself in the mirror? 'Hi, I'm Ashley Zimmer of A to Z music. I don't know jack shit about any of these instruments, but I'd sure like to sell you one.' Don't you feel like a fraud?" I chewed my lip. It was my own fault really. On the way to the bank, I had mentioned it. Just an offhand comment. I don't even remember why. Now, sitting down to dinner, Pepper was obsessed. "How do you express yourself? I mean, do you at least sing in the shower or something? Barn board painting? Adult coloring books?" &q

Imagine if you will, that place between sleeping & awake; where you can feel the weight of your covers, the soft scratch or cool silk of them pressed against your skin, you can hear the waking world around the edges of your awareness but you have not yet opened your eyes. You are hesitant to let go of a dream that had felt so real, one that is still playing out in your mind and through your body. Before it begins to fade more, you try to hold tightly by preserving every palpable perception; the sensation of your lover's touch on your skin, the coarseness of their fingertips as they gently caress your cheek, their scent lingers as you breathe in, their whispered words tickle your ear and neck. The rush of excitement resonates deep inside you, reverberates between your legs and the air all but buzzes with the electricity as you anticipate the inevitable quakes of physical release. The above is an abbreviated example of guided imagery, or "hyperimperia"; a term coined