The water flows out of the shower head, it is hot and almost burns my cool skin. Within a few moments I am soothed and relaxed under the heat. Running my hands over my body. Make up runs down my face as I splash water on it. My hands move to my shoulders, and drops of water run off my fingers, and down to the small of my back. Tipping my head into the water, I follow the waters path with my hands. Down my head and onto my shoulders, down my chest and between my breasts. I run my hand across my still hard nipples, and rubbed my palm flat against them. I close my eyes, and shutter as I continue to follow the water’s route. My hand lingers between my legs. I gently move my pussy lips apart and let the warm water tickle me. I reach up to grab the detachable shower head, putting it in the place of my fingers. I massaged myself with the shower head, leaning against the wall, and slightly lifting one leg. I silently wonder if I will cum before the water gets cold, or if I'll manage to use any soap.
I stick my hand against the now oozing wound, and let my hand become covered in its warm crimson fluid. I run my hand over and down my neck, smearing the gooey lifesource onto my skin, working my way down to my breasts. My nurse uniform is restrictive, so within seconds it's off. The wound still leaks blood, but the flow has slowed down as the body's natural clotting mechanism has kicked in. I take what I can in my hand, and continue smearing it on me, caressing my body with the blood of the patient in my "care." My desire burns, I want more of his blood, but the wound is no longer active. My carnal nature wins through. I place the knife against the existing wound, and press with all my might. I feel the knife cutting through veins, arteries and bone. I press with all my might. My knife pushes further into his neck, and suddenly my patient comes alive. Split seconds before I cut the whole way through his neck, his eyes get wide, and he tries to gasp for air and scream. His cries are pointless, as no sound comes out. Soon I am left with a lifeless severed head, and plently of blood for my desires. The puddle in front of my increases with size as blood pours from his neck. My murderous playground has been set. Now it's time for me to play...
For every man I date, I take a sexy photo, and give it to him as a gift. Each picture is unique and original, for his eyes only. Some of them nude, some of them teasers. If they were good to me, I'd let them see more. The pictures started out as symbols of trust. They were my way of telling him that I believe he wont show them to anyone. But to be honest, the most recent guys I’ve dated haven’t exactly been trustworthy. So in a way, part of me wants the picture to be shared. I can’t wait for the day that I run across one of my unique gifts on the internet. I love the idea of my ex boyfriends, thinking about me while the pleasure themselves. And the idea that a man, anywhere might be doing the same thing. So while I’m shopping, or sleeping or hanging out with friends, someone somewhere is thinking about me and only me. If you want to touch yourself and think of me, I’m fine with that. But I’d love it if you’d call me and tell me you were doing it, it turns me on, and then you’d have a voice to go with that picture. You could think of it as a date, we could turn it into a Girl Friend Experience Phone Fuck.
I’ve always had a thing for bad boys. I wonder what it would be like to be locked in a prison. In my prison fantasy, I'm always locked in a men’s jail. The only woman around. I would be taken advantage of, and be everyone’s little whore. Even the guards wouldn’t be able to resist pounding my tight little pussy. Strip and cavity searches, shower rapes, surprise fucks from a cell mate. There would be no where to escape. It wounds wonderful. And I can’t get enough of those handcuffs. Call me for some Roleplay Phone Sex.
Have you ever paid for sex? Do you have a secret fantasy that you can’t tell your lover? It would be so nice to indulge in all of your taboos, and I can help you. Are you a husband who is too scared to tell his wife that he wants to be humiliated? Do you have an animate fetish, that you’re embarrassed about, or a forbidden love? Don’t worry, there’s nothing too extreme for my taste. I wont tell a soul, your secret is safe with me.
I love having a night out with the girls. We always do crazy things when we in the clubs. Last night we all dressed up and went to a halloween party. A lot of guys were already drunk when we got there. The three of us were looking hot, and got a ton of sexy attention. After a few drinks, we were feeling horny. When some guys offered us $50 bucks to make out and feel each other up, we were all over it. We started off with a three-way kiss. Pulling the strings to let the tops of our costumes down. Caressing both of their breasts and burrowing my one tongue into the mess, we stayed like that for awhile. More and more guys came over. Moving to a back room, we had someone collecting money for more people to come in and watch. A three-way kiss turned into group sex. Guys paid to sit on the couch next to us, and grab our tits and asses, or to join all into the orgy for a few minutes. Soon, the whole party was jammed into the room. We stayed the center of attention all night, and that’s just the way I like it.
Have you ever been kicked out of a bar? One of my fantasies is to go to a bar, get a little drunk, dance on some tables, and then give or receive a sexual favor in front of everyone. I could suck your dick, you could eat me out, mutual masturbation, or we could have a nice, all out fuck. Are you feeling adventurous? What would you be willing to do in a public place. What’s your favor of choice?
On my knees on the ground, I sat waiting. I was a barely clothed, cold bukkake bitch girl. Goose bumps had appeared almost an hour earlier. I tried not to make eye contact. The naked men circled around me, beating off. Four, Five, Six, there were so many cocks. Grunts and moans from all sides. I closed my eyes as the first guy came in my mouth, before I could swallow, a second guy came on my cheek. Cum ran down my face and neck. Resisting the urge to wipe it away, I sat in silence. The next man held my chin, as he forced his dick in my mouth. I choked, as it touched the back of my throat. He wrapped his hands in my hair at the bottom of my neck and thrust in and out of my mouth. Choking and struggling to breathe, I sucked his cock more deliberately. He pulled out, and I gasped for breath as he shot his load onto my face. Again and again, the men took turns making me suck their dicks and unloading onto my body. Some men came more than once; I sat, and quietly waited, wishing they'd let me cum too. I’m adventurous. I’ll do just about anything when my husband isn’t around.
Halloween has always been a time when I could show my true colors. The costumes, masks and makeup are just my excuse to be naughtier than usual. This year I’m dressing up as Cat Woman, the queen of bondage. If you’re good to this pussy cat, she might just let you pet her. But if you’re bad, I’ll make you lick my boot. I’ll tie you up and whip you, inject you with a drug to enhance your senses, then tease your cock to within seconds of orgasm. Just when you’re almost there, I’ll pull away. I almost forgot about my saucer of milk. As my claws scratch your back, you cringe. After fighting super heroes for so long, who are you to think you’re any match. Call me for some Role Play Phone Sex, I’m Cat Woman, make me purr.
