(ever notice all these words rhyme with masturbation?!)

I was sooo glad to have E over, particularly because she is nice enough not to mention my terrible housekeeping skills.  But the sheets were nice and fresh smelling when we rolled into them Friday afternoon.  I let her get her boob and fishnet fetishes out of the way before she descended on my ravenous pussy.  I think she’s been getting more lessons from her husband because she had me moaning and squirming in orgasm in no time flat.  Or maybe absence makes the heart grow fonder and the clit come quicker as well.

Next she put her expert hands to work and a nice puddle of ejaculate formed under my ass as my body turned to jello.  By then I was dying to get going on the pussy worship.  She presented her gorgeous snatch over my face, careful not to drown me, and I gleefully feasted on her.

She topped it all off by fingering my ass while letting me ride her purple cock and suck her toes!  WOW!  I think we covered a myriad of fetishes in just one short afternoon.

Ha!  I just read her comment on Preparation…sneaky indeed, hiding those fishnets under army pants!  I found them, though, after arriving late and giving myself a quick scrub up in her tiny bathroom!  I have to confess, though, that I was unable to rip the fishnets!  I tried, but they were made out of a stretchy nylon that wouldn’t budge, despite my He-Man efforts.  So, anxious to get to the pussy, I just peeled them off of her, and tied them around my head like a bandanna.  I think that’s what Steve Perry would have done with a non-cooperating accessory!

I’m horny as hell by this point, so I commence licking.  Then I discover that I can’t sing whilst horny…or with my face in someone’s crotch.  I can sing, really I can!  Why a homeless man once gave me his sandwich in the New York City subway to thank me for singing Amazing Grace for him…but I’m afraid I failed miserably at serenading a pussy!

Thank god, though, she whipped out my purple penis, which, of course, restored my masculine pride and prowess; I left feeling quite the little stud.

BTW, I don’t think I can do Alice Cooper.

Typical procratstination, I’m listening to the hum of the sheets in the dryer now…anticipating E’s arrival in just 40 minutes or so.  I gave myself a face mask and lovingly cleaned the sex toys, including E’s beloved purple cock.  It has been a while since she’s taken it to me so I have high hopes.

Once my husband gets out of the shower I am going to give myself a nice clean shave and make sure my pussy is ripe for the singing. 

Steve Perry is okay but she actually gets much more turned on my some Alice Cooper.  Bad rocker chick to the core…”Your web, I’m caught, Your skin, so wet,  Black lace on sweat….I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous. Poison…”  Anyone remember the Bulletboys?!  They were all about sex, “Smooth up in ya!”  What does that even mean?!  Who really cares!?  Sorry I’ve gotten off on quite the tangent…the effect of rock music on my tender adolescent sexuality is another post entirely.

So better late than never I’m wondering what I should wear?!  I guess we’ve established that I need to find some fishnets she can rip…geez, where are they?  Black lace dress again?  Do I really need anything at all to go with the fishnets?  Well my husband is asking me to do something for him before he leaves so I need to sign off…details later, of course!

It’s a Friday, and I’m mulling over my options for wasting time at work.  Silver’s at home washing the bedsheets in anticipation of my afternoon visit today.  Her darling husband agreed to take the kids out for a couple hours so that we could have some play time.  The plan is I leave work at 12 something, go pick my husband up for therapy (we’ve been doing marriage counseling for well over a year now, and love it!), have “lunch” with hubby after therapy (I went vegan, so it will be a healthy lunch), and then drive over to Silver’s house for some recreational bonding on clean sheets!

She jokingly asked me to sing to her pussy in the comment section, so I’ve been practicing my Steve Perry voice today and am prepared to wow her with some stadium rock.  Journey’s songs have probably initiated more lays than any other ballad crooning band, so I think I made a wise choice in my repertoire.  Ask her kindly tomorrow, and maybe she’ll appraise my efforts!

Yes, E managed quite well through the fishnets but as usual one of our dates could not be without a wardrobe malfunction! So there we are in the back of the van, her fingers deftly massaging my clit as I grope her hungrily. I went to throw my head back in ecstasy and youch…my big beautiful hoop earrings were caught in her glasses (which she was still wearing to keep an eye out for intruders). So we had to completely readjust ourselves before I could come.

I was sad that due to our top secret location, I didn’t see or taste her new shave/trim job, but it was very enticing to touch.

Happy Monday everyone!  Silver and I went to an Underwater Equinox party Friday night…we were actually on dry land pretending to be underwater in a black-light, psychedelic kind of way.  As usual, Silver went all out with her aquatic themed outfit, and looked quite smashing.  She wore white fishnets that glowed under the black-lights.  In an ultra sexy dance floor moment, another woman at the party came up to Silver and started rubbing her hands up and down Silver’s fishnets.  I have the same tactile response to fishnets myself.  They just scream “Rub me!”   I frequently obey, so I found it very hot to see another woman give in to the same urge, with a total stranger no less!

Fortunately, Silver’s darling husband cleaned the van out for us, so I was able to feel the fishnets up privately after the party.  We moved the van to a quiet parking lot, and made out in the back seat.  The night air was chilly, so we had to leave most of our clothes on.  Maneuvering through the fishnet holes to find her clit was a challenge, but my tiny, ambidextrous hands managed.

I’m sorry to say that Silver won’t be able to confirm or deny anything about her fishnets until further notice.  She dumped an entire venti iced coffee on her laptop yesterday, and is officially offline for a while.  I’ve often feared that her coffee and computer habits would some day collide, and alas, it has happened.

On the bright side, my husband finally has a complete shave.  He thinks it makes his dick look bigger.  He did some of it himself, but when I caught him trying to see if he could pee and shave at the same time, I took over.  Now if we can just control the after-itch…

Silver picks me up on Wednesday for our usual Italian lunch (I order eggplant parm and she gets chicken parm).  She drives up to the college in her little red stick shift.

“Where’s the van?”  I ask, having just gargled in the bathroom in the hopes of making out in the van.

“We need to retire the van for the spring,” she says.  “It’s full of mulch and gardening tools.  There’s no way I’m going to be able to clean it up for sex.”

“What!” I gasp.  “Since when did you get all utilitarian on me?  The van is about love!  Even you yourself have called her a MILF!  You keep her full of mulch, and she’s going break down…I’m just warning you.”

“But how am I suppose to haul the garden stuff if I don’t use the van?”

“Well…I don’t know…what do you need a garden for anyway?”  She rolls her eyes at me.

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

I got to thinking, though, that perhaps my lifestyle had advanced to the point where I needed my OWN love van!  I mean, people bought vans back in the 60’s and 70’s as a place to have sex all the time.  Admittedly they were probably teenagers, but what the hell!  My super suave Saturn is paid off, so I could afford a cheap van.  In retrospect, I should have bought the van with the flat tires that someone left parked near my apartment last year.  It was a cruiser with a couch AND tables in the back.  It probably wouldn’t have ever run, but who cares!  I could have turned it into my own private love nest on wheels!

If I were a big burly guy, I probably would have been arrested long ago for stalking women.  Being female, five foot tall, and rather pixie looking,  though, I guess no one perceives me as a threat.  That allows me to show up repeatedly at, oh say, Valvoline, to check out the mechanics…or to follow belly dancers from gig to gig…or even, say, to try to e-mail strippers.  They all just think I’m gosh-darn cute!  And I suppose since my fascinations stay in the healthy range,  I am harmlessly cute in my eccentricities!

So my latest thing is checking out nail shops for the perfect Asian esthetician to do my spring pedicure.  I’m a foot fetishist, as many of you know, so pedicures are definitely an erotic experience for me.  While living in New York City, I became enamoured of the Asian nail experience, which was an easy fantasy to indulge in, as Asian nail parlors in NY are plentiful and cheap.  It’s harder to find a cute Asian esthetician where I live now, so I knew my fantasy was going to require more prep work this year.

I went into two beauty parlors near where I work last week, but only succeeded in finding a big busted Dolly Parton type (I’m saving her for the next time I need my eye brows plucked…that way the boobs will be closer to my face!)  I did find an Asian owned parlor closer to my house, though, and I have waltzed in several times feigning interest in a walk-in appointment when they were clearly, already busy.  This tactic has garnered me business cards from two very cute Asian ladies. 

The plan now is to wait for the weather to warm up just a bit more so that I can wear  my animal print sun dress (no underwear) and wooden Candies.   I’ll arrive early for my appointment and skim through a few issues of Cosmo (only to look at the scantily clad models).  Then when she’s ready for me, I’ll climb upon the high pedicure chair, placing my happy feet at working level.  I’ll have to pull my dress up above my knees so that she can exfoliate my calves.  She probably won’t notice that I’m not wearing underwear, but I’ll know, of course (he!he!)

I’ll then rest my back against the chair massagers, and watch the top of her head as she works on my feet.  I’ll imagine, of course, that after a while she grows tired of rubbing my feet and wants to lick my pussy.  “How convenient that I wore no underwear!” I would say to her.  Of course, while she’s licking my pussy, someone else would have to finish my feet.  That’s like the ultimate threesome fantasy for me…one chick licking my pussy and the other rubbing my feet.  The one on my feet gets so excited that she starts licking my toes, running her tongue in between the toes.  Ahhhh…bliss!

Oh hurry springtime, so that I can make my appointment!  I promise I’ll post pictures of my newly adorned toes.

Sorry that we’ve been making everyone wait for explicit details of our sushi party on Sunday evening.  Truth is we’ve been up late the past couple of nights hanging out (husband is still out of town), so I’ve been tired during the day time.

Silver arrived at my house after work on Sunday, though, and quickly changed into a black lace body stocking.  “That piece is new, ” I drooled.  I’m always amazed at how quickly she can transform from a latte stained barista into a love goddess.  Probably helps that she carries a huge backpack full of accessories and gear.  (I’m going to steal the backpack one of these days and post a detailed list of its contents.)

I had my bedroom all ready with candles.  The sushi platter was laid out on the bed.  I had changed into my new gray lingerie, and was fully prepared to feed my girl with chopsticks!

She liked the sushi rolls.  I had a tuna roll, an Alaska roll, and a spicy vegetable roll…all of which seemed a good introduction into the sexy world of raw fish.  (I’m holding off presenting her with octupus until after I expose the contents of her backpack!)

We kissed as we ate.  I had porn from the 70’s going on my computer…Harlee McBride in Young Lady Chatterly, a film which makes heavy use of the eroticism of food.  After we polished off the rolls, we advanced to the main course…each other!  It had been a while since we had had sex, and even longer since I had fisted her, so of course things got hot and rough pretty quick.  I moved to sit on her face a few times, as I absolutely love being eaten by a skilled tongue.

“How do I taste?”  I asked.

She mumbled something, but I wasn’t listening.  She hates the usual analogies of  “chicken” or “fish”, so I’m sure the response was more clever and probably vegetarian friendly.  After we flipped over, she continued licking me while running her fingers inside of me.  I grabbed at her hair and rubbed my pussy all over her face.

“You have great hair for sex,” I moaned.  It’s true…her hair is thick, curly, and longer in the front.  Makes for an excellent grip!

We finished up about the same time as Harlee McBride.  I had left the movie running because the soundtrack was actually quite nice (mostly based on Debussy).  I cleaned up the sushi, while she repacked the sex toys and the body stocking into the backpack.  I distinctly caught sight of an entire box of Sharpie markers in the backpack…god only knows what she’s planning on using those for!

With that, she rushed back out into the night, leaving me full and flushed.

Apparently combining sushi and sex is a popular trend right now.  I’m just glad that I have the Internet to tell me these things.  Anyway, I’m still planning on getting Silver some sushi, but if I want to be trendy I need to strip off naked and serve it to her using myself as the platter.  Eating sushi off a naked body is all the rave…and to think I was fantasizing about that years ago!  I’m always way ahead of the times