I’m a day late with this weekly announcement, but last week was a wild one. Incase you didn’t know, last Friday was my birthday, and I celebrated way too hard. I am not a drinker, but I made an exception when I was gifted a bottle of tequila. Some friends suggested we pre-game with some shots, and though it tasted wonderful, I am a big lightweight when it comes to drinking. My toes tingled after the first two. Thank God it wasn’t Gin. I’ve been known to strip and dance on the bar with too much gin in my body. I know that sounds hot, but the fall isn’t.

I had some great calls all week. Some of my favorite men played with me. Oh, and there was one woman too. She was naughty as fuck. It’s the second time I have had a man invite another woman into the call. He was the lucky one. She was there with him and he reaped all the rewards. He got two mouths on his cock.

I posted the real story of one of my funniest calls. Make sure you go read the Elf story. It was a good one. Now, I have a question for you all. What kind of erotica would you enjoy reading? I want to share what I like, but honestly, I want to know what you like as well. I am thinking also of doing another erotic book, so help a girl out. Tell me what you like to read, and if I can, I will get to work on a erotic series.

I love giving weekly announcement updates.

What I am writing now is a vampire based book that focuses on the coming of age, and changes to a boy once he meets and very seasoned vampire. There is no erotica planned for the book, but it will hit on some sexual undertones. Let me know if you want me to share before it’s published. I love feedback.

So, how was your week? As you can see, my weekly announcement was wordy, but a lot happened. Love you all, and we will talk soon. Remember, I am just a phone call away.

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100 WORD SEX STORIES

Her mouth aches as he pulls apart her jaws with the spreading device. Tears rolling down her cheeks, he uses his index finger to manipulate her throat. His cock is straining to enter the wet cavity, but not yet. Not until he makes sure she has no gag reflex left. Seeping from the corners of her mouth, saliva trickles down her puffed cheeks. Fingers pushed in and out of her mouth, it’s only when she screams that his cock knows she can take all of him. Ten inches of hot pulsating cock hovers over her mouth, anticipating his first thrust.

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“He’s expecting you. The other guests have arrived, but you are to meet him in the office. If you will follow me!” Little did I know I was meeting the God of Oral Sex.

Straight to the point, the Butler spoke in a heavy British accent. He was about 5o, grey hair, and slender. He looked like he could have fallen from a James Bond movie and landed right here. In my head, I had named him Jeeves.

“Gypsy, so nice to see you. I trust you got everything you needed?”

In awe, my head shook a little. I was standing in the same room as this man whom I had fantasized about so often. His voice was that of an angel, but I knew he was no saint. He was a pure devil. All the tabloids confirmed he was one of the biggest assholes in Hollywood. Right now, though, he was perfect. Biting down on my bottom lip, I needed to pull myself together. This was no way for a grown woman to behave.

“Of course. The flight was nice, and the room, well, it’s beautiful.”

After a 3 second internal fight with my common sense, I was back. There is no possible way that I want to be a star gazing little fool. He enlightened me about the party going on. It was a new album release. Living the life he did, it wasn’t profitable for him to settle with one woman. Since he wanted sex later, I was a sure thing.

As the clean crew worked diligently on the house, the two of us retired to the pool. Clothing dropping on the cement patio. I love sex in the water. Shocked, he was well endowed. So much so that I gasped a bit, giving him the ego boost he was seeking. Every man likes to know he can pleasure a woman. He would please me repeatedly with that monster cock.

“Lay back on the edge of the pool. I haven’t had a pussy I wanted to eat in years. Yours is magnificent.”

I swear I blushed. I have never had my pussy complimented like that before. Doing as told, I laid the towel on the concrete. My legs remained in the water as he spread me open. How can you prepare for this? He was, well, who he was, and I was a whore. Starting at my toes, he suckled each digit into his mouth, his tongue tracing them in a seductive dance. I will admit that I love this. It’s erotic the way he played each little piggy. He was making love to the perfectly manicured little tootsies. He sucked each one as though it was my clit, and he was trying to make me cum. Honestly, I almost did a few times.

He promised me intense oral sex.

One foot, and then the other, his mouth worked its way up to my heated center. By now, there was a delicate trickle of liquid love trailing from my pussy. He blew softly, his air enveloped my wet lips, sending shivers up and down my spine. Between the night air, and his mouth, I was on the edge of explosion. It was too soon to come. I didn’t want to ruin this. A swirl of his tongue over my clit, I had to reach down and grab the pool’s edge to stop myself from riding his face. I’m sure he would like it, but I didn’t know his boundaries yet.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Whimpering, my voice called out like a beacon. Being a vocal lover, I know that most men love when a woman encourages them. The actions of his tongue proved that to be true. Dividing my slit with the tip of his oral muscle, my clit throbbed the moment he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves. My shaking couldn’t be sedated. The talents of his oral skills had a flood of fluids dripping down my crack, pooling beneath my ass.

A hand crept down my body, tangling in his hair, I fed him my sweet entrance, lost each time his tongue dipped into my tiny pink rim. A circle drawn around my precious little peach, I heard him sucking the sweetness from my honeycomb. He was slurping from the fountain, my pussy squirting into his mouth. I drenched his face with my sweet, liquid love. Cumming was a surprise. I had the moment he pushed the tip inside of me. The tip of his tongue that is. His dick would come soon, but right now, the waves of rapture cascaded through my veins, and heaven found. I love oral sex.

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Public sex at a haunted graveyard at night can be an exhilarating experience if you are brave enough to take the challenge. It can be a thrilling adventure, but watch out for the cold spots or you might get an unexpected threesome. I never realized this was a fantasy of mine until I acted it out on the phone. I won’t give you details, but the corpse wasn’t the only thing stiff that night.

Dared to spend the night in the cemetery, I was freaked out, but not enough to turn it down. As the sun set on the ancient graveyard, the once beautiful tombstones seemed to twist and turn into the scariest creatures. It was one of those nights where the fog laid low to the ground, and the trees remained completely silent. Not a whisper of wind, or even a chirp from the usual band of insects. Nothing. Just eerie silence to welcome us through the large iron gates. A large padlock hung around the metal, but there was enough room to slip between the grates.

“BOOOOO,” he laughed.

Screaming, my hand went to my mouth to muffle the cries. I can’t believe he was going to try to get me out of my pants and scare me at the same time. I guess it could work though. Wrapping my arms around his body and buried my face in his chest. He knew he had won and so did I when his hand gripped my ass hard. A blanket tucked under my arm, I follow him deeper into the fog, shivering at a sudden rush of cold air.

“”God, it’s suddenly freezing here. What the hell?” I whispered.

“It’s the ghosts,” he laughed.

It was at that point that I punched him in the arm hard, and pulled away. The humor of it was getting to me. Nothing about all of these dead people was funny. Holding my iphone in my hand, I turned on the flashlight to check out the stones. Most of them turn of the century. I figured by the dates most of them died in a war. If that wasn’t bad, some of the stones were that of an entire family.

The last thing I wanted was public sex in the graveyard, but I promised.

Pointing to a very large platform, he laughed as told me that would be the place. God, whatever happens, forgive me for what I was about to do. I made sure to dress for the occasion. A short skirt and no panties. I knew that I could bend over with easy access to my pussy that way.

“Put your hands on the stone and let me eat that sweet ass from behind,” he growled.

Scared stiff, I bent over the beautiful marble stone, the tips of my fingers laying where the name was etched. Don’t ask me what it was. I felt the presence of the person the moment I touched his final resting place. It was like a strike of lightening through my entire body. A slap to my tight round ass and his mouth followed. Licking up and down the crack of my ass, I moaned out in an unearthly growl. The way his serpent like tongue pushed my soft folds apart, sent an immediate rush of honey down my thighs. If this was public sex, sign me up.

Long licks of his tongue up and down my slit along with the creeping fog sent my body into a waves of uncontrollable shakes. I was going to cum, but why so quick? I never cum in less that 2 minutes. Digging my fingers into the stone, I screamed out like a crying banshee as the first waves of pleasure crushed my entire being. Was I really going to wake the dead with my howls? Probably not, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.

Public sex in the graveyard couldn’t have been more shocking.

I felt his hands move up the back of my legs, grab my ass, and slam all 8 inches of his cock deep inside of my sopping wet cunt. Shaking from impact, I swear it was 20 degrees colder the moment he was inside of me. Almost as though I was being fucked by an icy cold object. I will be honest, it felt incredible, but I was too scared to turn around to look. What if it was a ghostly fuck? God, if it was, his dick at that point I didn’t care because my body had never taken something so intoxicating in my entire life.

Public sex no matter where you have it can be a screaming adventure, or it can scare you to death. You choose.

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Have you ever felt a dream so real that you woke up still shaking from the impact? I have.

A simple coffee during a rainstorm, or was it fate? When I plopped into the small cafe around the corner from my house, I never anticipated meeting someone. It was the last thing I wanted. Just getting out of a messy relationship, I was taking a year’s sabbatical from dating. Well, that was the plan, at least.

Secluded in the corner booth of the small shop, I had just wrapped my hands around a steaming cup of coffee when lightning lit up the sky. A laugh was my first response to the extraordinary light show. Los Angeles isn’t known for freak thunderstorms, so this one was special. Maybe the Gods above decided to cleanse the earth of all the filth that littered the streets. Heaven knows this place can use a little clean up right now. I leaned back, my feet stretched out and resting on the seat across from me. There was no better reason to stay inside than to people watch. I have a little addition to that sort of thing. Some write, others scream, but I make up stories in my head about the lives of others when I am feeling my lowest. A gentle exhale escaped as I took my eyes from the window to the man in the opposite corner from me. He was fortyish, jet black hair, and eyes, god, they were the greenest I have ever seen. The kind that vain people photoshopped on themselves to intensify their pictures. Maybe they were contacts, but in my mind, they added a little mystery to his presence.

“More coffee,” she asked.

Startled for a minute, I didn’t even hear the waitress walk up. As I sat my cup down, the fresh java penetrated my nose with a heavenly aroma. “Oh, yes, please. Sorry, I was zoning out with this weather and all,” I said. I smiled at the woman. Her expression never changed. She could care less about what I was doing or the weather. I’m sure she hated her life, and her feet ached from running around this place all day. I think she was the only waitress, or at least, the only one I saw. As she refilled my coffee, I went back to that hunk in the corner. God, did I just refer to that dream man as a hunk? That was a term my mother would use. Maybe I am losing my mind after that breakup. I thanked her as she walked away, but no response. I chose not to tell her the back of her uniform skirt was tucked into her panties with a personality like that. She could walk around all day showing her ass for all I cared.

A little bit of sugar makes the coffee go down. I was humming that as the seat across from me was taken by none other than Mr. Green eyes himself. Under the table, I pinched my thigh to make sure this was real, or had I went down the rabbit hole of my mind again?

“You’ve been sitting there for fifteen minutes watching me. Have we met?” he said.

I was speechless for a moment. I shook my head from side to side, my blue orbs locked with his. “I’m sorry. This weather makes me daydream more than usual. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” I said.

I couldn’t even fathom a man like this talking to me, let alone sitting across from me. God, what the hell was happening here? Have I lost my mind? Or was this dream a reality?

He sat the cup of black coffee in his hand down on the table, and without a second thought, removed my shoes and placed my feet in his lap. I wanted to pull back, but when his hands started to slowly massage the soles, I couldn’t. I was mesmerized by the boldness of his actions, and well, to be honest, the way it felt to have this stranger put his hands on me without my permission. A gentle tug, and he placed my feet against his crotch, pushing to allow me to feel the full length of his manhood.

“Oh shit,” I stumble for words, my coffee cup shaking in my hands.

A soft chuckle from the man as he continued to rub my toes, smiling as though this was as natural as breathing. “So, do you come here often? Bad pick up line?” he asked.

Again, I shook my head from side to side, almost choking on my words. “No. It was raining, and I needed shelter,” I said, lowering my voice to barely a whisper, “What are you doing? What if someone sees?”

Nonchalantly he said, “I’m rubbing your feet and enjoying a nice cup of coffee. Two strangers are sharing a booth and getting to know each other. Nothing wrong with making friends.”

I arched my feet against his crotch, pushing down on his dick in response. “No, it’s fine. I just was wanting to know if this was something normal for you?” I said. As I pumped my toes against what I assume was the head of his dick, he moaned out, closing his eyes for a minute. I never want this dream to end.

God, what if I made this man cum in his pants? Jesus, that would be humiliating for both of us. Well, for him, at least. He will have the wet spot, not me. I pressed harder, my toes rubbing back and forth. I could tell he was going to get off. I never felt when he tugged his zipper down, but I felt his. The skin on skin, he was jacking off with the help of my bare feet. A deep groan, and he soaked my toes with his cum, using the soles of my feet to milk himself. I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to understand what just happened, but when I opened them, he was gone.

“Miss, more coffee?” the waitress asked.

I stumbled for words, “No, just the check.”

“Oh, no need to worry about that. The gentleman in the corner paid for your coffee. You’ve been sleeping for a while,” she laughed as she walked off.

Was it a dream? How could that be so vivid and a fantasy? Pulling my feet from the other side, looking down at my bare toes covered in cum. As my cheeks flamed in heat, I looked over at Mr. Green eyes, shocked when he lifted his cup and nodded to me.

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