Posts Tagged ‘panties’

Getting Our Sexy Back

Monday, July 4th, 2011

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Sometimes people get really busy in their everyday lives. Between work and family, it can seem pretty difficult to find any time at all to focus on ourselves. If a couple has children, it gets even more difficult with school, homework, sports, scouts and a ton of other extra-curricular activities that take up most evenings and weekends. It’s no wonder that people have trouble finding the time to relax or distress. It’s even less surprising that couples may have trouble finding time to have sex. Even just finding the time and energy to simply feel sexy is probably a bit of a challenge most days.

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The problem is, feeling sexy, attractive and desirable is one of those things ‘use it or lose it’ type of things. If people don’t make the time to feel good about themselves and feel sexy, they’re not going to feel that way. The good news is that it is something that we can get back anytime we want to put the effort in to get it back. One big step to feeling sexy again is to start acting sexy. Women need to let their inner sex kitten out for a romp. They should pull out their prettiest panties and bra and their sexiest dress. Try wearing stockings and a garter belt instead of pantyhose or bare legs; whichever makes them feel the sexiest. If they add a pair of fuck me shoes and take time doing their face and hair, they’ll feel like a million dollars, and that’s a step in the right direction. Guys need to call upon their inner stud and start feeling like the million dollar man again. For guys, it’s not always about the clothes, but working out and getting strong and toned again if they’re out of shape can make a huge difference in how they feel about themselves. Feeling strong and muscular can really make a guy feel sexy again, especially if women are checking them out. The other big thing that a couple should do to start feeling sexy is start having sex. Make the time, find the time, and start having sex regularly again. Having sex is always the best for people to make themselves and each other feel desirable and sexy again.

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The Little Black Dress

Monday, April 18th, 2011

Considered by many to be the perfect eye catching piece of clothing, the little black dress shows off just enough sexy and plenty of leg while leaving the rest of the picture to imagination. Women are free to choose lightly with their lingerie choices, depending on the style and cut of said black dress.

Starting from the feet upward, high heels lend a sense of class to the woman while accentuating her ass. Depending on the height of the heel, they push the ass outward, giving it the come fuck me look. Typically, there isn’t a need for stockings or other types of hose, just a good razor blade and careful shaving will do the trick to accentuate the slenderness of legs.

Depending on the dress and the occasion, panties may be ignored, or a thong could be worn if covering is necessary. The thong itself will cover a bare minimum and leave no visible panty lines while reaffirming the sexual feel and emotions a woman may feel wearing her perfect black dress.

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If the dress is strapless, no bra may be needed either. Many dress makers make dresses with built in bras for extra support. Check with a tailor for appropriate bra measuring to figure out cup sizes.

Skin care and makeup choice are important parts but if makeup is applied lightly, it can add to the look. Many women choose to use a light hand in application of makeup and hairstyle, preferring to keep hair off the neck to expose more feminine curves.

Lastly, the dress itself will be the main thing to consider. Is strapless an option? Glitter? Plain with a low cut? The variety is astounding as designers come up with new designs to match the latest in fashion trends. The truth is simple though, the elegance of a black dress cannot be stated enough. A cocktail dress with a short hem shows off just enough thigh when bending over to make a man’s mouth water with his mind wondering what’s beneath the dress. The black dress is a way for the sexually empowered woman to revel in her sensual feelings.

The style of dress can be flirty or conservative, revealing or comfortable but ultimately it’ll provide a look that says the wearer is sexy and in tune with adventure.

The Voyuer

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

Marie Jenkins closed her eyes, rotating her head to try and work the kinks out of her tired neck and shoulders.

It was almost ten thirty at night and she still had a pile of reports to go over before tomorrow’s big meeting. Deciding to take a five-minute break, the voluptuous red head stood and stretched, and for some reason, cupped her full chest through her blouse, tweaking her quickly hardening nipples. All of the nervous tension in Marie’s body seemed to gravitated to her pussy, which right then was throbbing. All alone in her office and on the twenty eighth floor, Marie simply began to masturbate, unaware that the cleaning crew had left the blind up on her side window. The tall woman with the impossibly long legs kept one hand on her right tit, while she snuck her left down her blouse, down her crotch, then bent slightly to lift her A-line skirt.

Hand deeply squished, “ha-huffing” as she wriggled and writhed, Marie managed her manicured fingers up under the waistband of her pantyhose then down and splayed over her soaking panties. Somehow she snuck the tip of her finger up and in and when Marie touched just the very tip of the top of her pussy she came instantly, bucking wildly while standing at her desk.

The twenty-five year-old account executive collapsed back into her chair gasping for breath as the cool air wafted over her very satisfied pussy. An hour Marie snapped off the lights to her office and headed off for home to a hot bath, warm bed and a much-needed sleep.

Somewhat bleary eyed, Marie entered her office at exactly eight sharp to go over some notes for the morning’s meeting.

As was her routine, she checked her email, hoping for an important letter from the west coast office that would make her planned meeting today all that much easier. Passing over a few personal notes from friends, and frustrated her hoped for email hadn’t come Marie scrolled down to one last message with: ‘Thank you for last Night’ as its subject.

The screen filled with the message after she clicked on it: Thank you so much for the show, it was much more than enjoyable. Tell your cleaning staff to keep that side window blind up more often. You certainly have the body for an A-line skirt.

Your Voyeur.

Marie’s heart was beating a mile a minute as she gazed to her side, to the bare bright side window! Yes, there was an office tower across the way, but she’d never be able to tell who, of all the occupants, had stared at her last night. And even if she could, what good what that do her? The man obviously used binoculars-shit, was he a pro Peeping Tom?-seeing as how he related details of the type of skirt she was wearing. And if he could make out that much detail he obviously saw her face and connected her through the office webpage which had her email address and office extension.

The day passed quickly enough, the meeting went well, but through it all Marie thought about her personal voyeur and despite her revulsion, she had to admit she also felt titillated. So much so her pussy throbbed low and dewy all day.

Returning to the office at three thirty, again checking her email out of habit, Marie saw another strange subject line-TONIGHT?- to a message third from the bottom of her new ones. I see you’ve kept that blind up, could I be so lucky again tonight?

Smiling despite herself, feeling her nipples rising and her pussy flooding, Marie reached to the bottom drawer on the right side of her desk. Jim had given her binoculars as a present three months ago, promising to take her bird watching in Central Park on their lunch hour.

Jim and she had broken up a month ago, never giving Marie the chance to use the high-powered scope she plucked from the drawer.

She hit the reply button on her email and began to write.

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A Daughter for the Night

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

“Shush,” Audra sushed sitting down again, “here she comes.”

Marie came into the room with the large china coffee tureen, carefully poured coffee into her employer’s cups, smiled then made to return to the kitchen. Audra stopped her pretty pale Filipino maid.

“Marie, dear,” the mistress of the house said, standing then. “Payton and I have something we’d like to give you.”

Marie sat the coffee pot on the corner of the table and turned to the couple.

“Ma’am?”

“Are you happy living with Mr. Walker and me?”

“I couldn’t be happier, ma’am,” Marie replied flashing her radiant smile to both the woman and man at the table.

“Well, dear,” Audra responded, “you have been with us exactly one year as of today, and Payton and I are just as happy with you.”

“Audra and I feel so good about the special bond we have all fostered,” Peyton said after sipping his coffee.

“Yes sir,” Maria said her chin slightly down as a blush spread across her face.

As Payton Walker continued speaking, Audra reached for a thin long box she had secreted under the table at the beginning of Marie serving dinner. The mistress of the house held the present to Maria, who took in with a wide-eyed happiness. “This gift is just a little token of our appreciation,” the bearded man finished.

As the two sixty year olds watched, Marie excitedly tore open her package.

“Wha…what is it?” the young woman tittered revealing a black leather harness lying in pink tissue paper.

“Here,” Audra said, standing and stepping to her maid.

“This fits around your waist and buckles right here in front,” the older woman explained, lifting the harness from the box. “This small plug slips into this sheath which allows it to remain inside of your vagina as long as you wear the harness.”

Marie looked hard at the present in Audra’s hand and felt the usual flood in her vagina when she was around these two. Yes fifty years her senior both, still Mr. And Mrs. Walker had awakened Marie’s sexuality this past year in a way the young woman could never have dreamed. Serving these people as they serviced her had been a whirlwind of deep sexual awakening and constant orgasms.

“May I, may I try it on now?” Maria asked, hoping to quench the heat riddling round her pussy and making her nipples stand on end.

“Of course you may,” Audra replied, “but before you do, Mr. Walker and I have one more request of you.”

“Anything,” Marie said.

“Well,” Audra went on, “as you well know, Peyton and I so enjoy your youth. We picked you to be our live-in as much because of your incredible references as from the fact that you are so sweet and so young,”

At this Marie blushed even deeper.

“We know you ARE not our daughter,” Peyton chimed in. “But we would like it if you maybe acted like you were, once in a while.”

“Could you call us mommy and daddy, tonight?” Audra asked.

The young girl began crying, ran to the woman in front of her and threw her arms around Audra’s neck.

“Oh, mommy thank you, thank you for my gift,” Maria began then turning to Peyton she added:

“Daddy I so like my gift, thank you, thank you.”

Breaking from her ‘mommy’ Marie stripped as she had done many times for this couple, coming to stand naked and slightly quivering before them. Audra helped her ‘daughter’ step through the leg openings of the harness and then carefully pulled it up the brown-skinned body before her until the plug was pressing gently against Marie hot bare front and the thin leather straps cut into the sides of her high little ass.

“So far so good,” Audra said softly, “okay now honey, let’s slowly insert the vibe…

Marie released a slight gasp as Audra adjusted the straps and fitted the nubby tip of the wide plug up into her sweet dewy opening.

“How do I look?” Marie asked executing a pirouette, “it feels fabulous.”
She was just adjusting fully to take the plug into tight wet vagina, when it suddenly began to vibrate. Marie nearly orgasm.

“Oh oh,” she moaned. “H…how did you…”

Audra held up a small remote as Peyton sat back and smiled. “Now my daughter…” Audra began, stepped back to the chair across from her husband, sat and hiked up her dress to reveal her own tight little vag…as usual the older woman was wearing no panties.

“…mommy needs you.”

It took Marie a little time to kneel, the vibe up her was more then a little distracting. As Peyton lean across the table to better his view his maid got into position in front of the spread long legs of his wife and he recognized the shutter in Marie as he realized she roped through what he hoped would be quite a few orgasms with that running plug vibe up her.

“Oh mommy,” the kneeling sweet girl said. “Oh Daddy.”

This really was a fine anniversary for them all: Peyton lifting his pounding cock out of his fly, Marie kneeling with the harness straps cutting into the sides of her sweet high cheeks, rolling through yet another orgasm, and Maria spread open and waiting as her maid/daughter-for-this-night kissed her way up into her pussy.

The Intruder

Monday, October 11th, 2010

A little past two a man in a ski mask jimmied his sharp pocketknife into the screen on Judy’s back porch window. He was in the quiet house seconds later and padding through the ranch house within a minute. Reaching what he assumed was the back bedroom first, the tall man put his ear to the half closed door, distinguished the steady rhythmic breathing of the room’s occupant and carefully eased over the threshold.

In a flash the man leapt up on the single woman on the bed, Judy was wide-awake and a gloved hand was around her mouth. Struggling, with white-hot blinding fear the little Chinese girl felt a needle prick her arm and then her resistance whittle away.

A enveloping warm weird calm spread up Judy’s spine as the man rose off her and out of her sight.

“I promise I will not hurt you in any way,” he said somewhere off to her right. He had, what Judy would later claim, as a quite nice voice. “But I am going to use you sexually.”

Lying as still as she could ever remember, fear coursing through her mind but her body limp Judy saw the man once again enter her vision then bend to her. Suddenly the sound of fabric being cut reached her as she felt the cold steel of a knife on her skin.

“The drug I gave you is harmless and will wear off soon,” the man said first cutting and removing her panties then snaking up her body to snip her bra.

“Oh, one last thing…” the man said once again up on the bed on top of Judy. He placed a hand to her hand-full high breast another between her legs.

“I adore giving women orgasms, over and over and over.”

To her shock, the man dipped his head and the next thing Judy felt was his warm wet tongue on her nipple. Again trying to wiggle even the slightest bit, she felt the coarse hole of the man’s mask rub with his tongue against her erect nub and despite wanting to, a tickle of wetness formed deep in her perfect little pussy.

“Very good very good,” the man said disengaging from Judy’s breast. “I haven’t even checked but I know you’re excited. Once a woman knows, really knows no harm will come to her, only feelings of arousal, it is amazing how much she surrenders.”

She wished it wasn’t so, but damn the guy with the sweet smelling breath, if he wasn’t right! She was immobile, lying here being attacked, but still Judy truly felt no danger. Could her pussy really betray? She was even aching to feel the man’s coarse mouth hole and tongue on her nipple again!

“Now what if?” the man said and Judy once again lost sight of the intruder as he now dipped down her belly. While Judy tried to close her thin thighs, attempted to form words, the man kissed down her belly, then across her pubic bone, then…then…Oh God that feeling of material and expert darting tongue on her pulsating wet pussy lips!

“That’s it, that’s it,” the man growled between her legs and Judy began to really open. Funny, she realized, she might not be able to move but she could feel every sexual reaction this man was devilishly coaxing from her.

“Mrrr, mrr,” the intruder teased pushing his face well into her open warmth.

The sensation was just too much, with Judy unable to move and that man’s rough mask pressed to her, his tongue just stretching to tickle her clit. Judy came. Damn him, she came.

“More,” the man said rising off her…or so Judy felt. ”More.”

He was wiggling his two thumbs between her lips. Despite herself, Judy squirted. Maybe it was the fact that she was otherwise immobile, but she had never felt her pussy so alive like this…she certainly wasn’t a squirt-er by any stretch of the imagination.

“More,” he said, “I need more.”

Again Judy tried to move, tried to ignore the sensations down below but the guy was too expert and quick. His mouth back on her pulsating thick lips, he once again mouthed her to orgasm by rubbing and licking into her open soft place, once again coaxing Judy up and over another violent splashing-ly good orgasm.

Fearing another licking, the man lay up off Judy and came to stand off her bed. She felt herself dripping down there. “For you to remember me by,” the masked man said coming back into view. A leather harness was dangling from his big fingers.

“Until the cops come, and believe me I’ll call them in time, you can get off again and again with this,” the man said as he rolled, lifted and pushed Judy side to side of her big bed, securing the straps of the harness around her hips and the front of the thing down across her pulsating pussy.

To Judy’s ultimate horror she felt a nubby, what had to be, 3-inch plug attached to the front of the thing. The man angled her, secured the straps and inserted the little dildo up into Judy’s aching vagina.

The man then reached to the front of the contraption and flicked a switch.

“New batteries,” the man said, jumped free of the bed as the plug inside Judy began to vibrate. Just as she heard the front door close Judy realized she could move her toes.