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Some Silly -Bullfrog Breakout

26 Saturday Apr 2014

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I grew up in a small town in Kansas. Summers were spent running around with my cousins, playing in our grandparents’ backyard, hanging out at the city park, swimming at the local pool, taking turns churning ice cream while the mosquitoes ate us alive in the backyard. A pretty kickass childhood.

One thing we loved to do was go to the pond in the city park and catch bullfrogs. Huge bullfrogs. Easily two feet long when stretched out. Our grandfather paid us kids twenty five cents per frog. That was a lot of ice cream bars at the local pool.

Grandpa Chuck kept the frogs in a big fish tank in the garage. Once we got our money we kids didn’t pay much attention to what he did with them after. I think we just assumed he was a grandparent spoiling his grandkids and he probably took the frogs back to the pond and let them go.

My cousin, my brother and myself had been out playing all day and went to see what Grandma was making for dinner. All the cousins were spending the night, an event that happened several times during the summers when we could all be together.
The kitchen smelled like heaven, as usual. Everyone in this world has a calling, and my Grandmother’s was to cook. She was at the stove working over a skillet, potatoes boiling, and the ever present pot of chicken and noodles (which was a side dish no Sunday dinner was complete without) bubbling away as well. My cousin walked up to hug Grandma and admire what we though was a frying pan of her famous fried chicken.

It wasn’t fried chicken in the skillet. When my cousin asked Grandma what was for dinner, she told him the kids were having meatloaf and Grandpa was having fried frogs legs.

Absolute horror. I remember the three of us looking at each other as what Grandma had said sunk in. Fried frog’s legs. Grandpa had been eating all those bullfrogs we had been catching all summer. We were sick. I don’t think we ate a bite as the rest of the cousins chattered and plowed their way through Grandma’s dinner. Grandpa ate in front of the TV, as he always had.

The three of us took off on our own after dinner was finally over, heading to the quiet corner of the backyard. Everyone else sprawled in front of the TV, probably watching Wild Kingdom or the Disney program of the week. But we had to do something. Just that morning we had brought a half dozen frogs to Grandpa. They were in the garage in the fish tank.

We plotted, schemed and came up with a plan. It was just going to be the three of us. My cousin was 9, I was 7, my brother was 5. We didn’t dare let anyone else in on the plan. Doesn’t everyone have that one cousin who tattles no matter what? It was up to the three of us to save those poor bullfrogs.

We made it through the rest of the evening. All the cousins settled in the living room, sleeping bags and blankets covering the rag rug. The three of us made sure we settled ourselves right by the door to the kitchen, so we didn’t have to climb over any sleeping bodies.

We waited until about one in the morning. Then we got up and snuck into the kitchen. My cousin grabbed the garbage can and out the back door we went.

What we had failed to take into account with our ever so careful planning was our Grandfather’s war with the next door neighbor. Those two crotchety old men had been fighting over whose garden rake was whose since the previous summer. Grandpa was convinced that the neighbor was stealing his tools at night and had taken to locking up the garage. We kids didn’t know this.

Our only hope was that Grandpa hadn’t locked the small window over his workbench. He hadn’t. My cousin was the tallest of us so he crawled through and unlocked the door for my brother and I. We quickly transferred the frogs from the tank to the garbage can and set our for the city park. At 1 am. Remember the fact that we were 9, 7, and 5?
Luckily we lived in a very small town. We made it to the park and back with no incident. Got the garbage can back into the kitchen. Settled into our blankets and drifted off to a very self righteous sleep.

Grandma woke us all up the next morning with pancakes and bacon. We ate well and went off to spend our day pulling all the cousins aside and telling them what Grandpa had really done with all those frogs and how we couldn’t catch any more for him every again. Well, except for that tattle tale cousin, who was afraid of frogs anyway.

Later that day Grandpa found the garage door open and all the frogs gone. Of course the neighbor got all the blame, at first. Then as Grandpa realized none of us were bringing him frogs any longer he started to suspect some of us had something to do with it. No one told however. And after time everyone forgot all about it.

A few years ago my dad and I were on the phone reminiscing about things that happened when my brother and I were young. I told him the real story behind the disappearing bullfrogs. He laughed for a few minutes. Then he realized exactly what we had done. Breaking and entering. Theft. Three kids under the age of 10 walking around town in the wee hours of the morning. He tried to ground me. That didn’t work so well of course.

Dad of course wanted to know if there were any more childhood adventures he didn’t know about. I told him that was the only one. I mean what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him can it?

Sunday Smut – In The Clearing

20 Sunday Apr 2014

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She stood in the middle of the clearing, her face turned up to enjoy the spring sunshine. It wasn’t often she had the chance to sneak away to her favorite spot. The opportunity to do so today had come at just the right time. The stress of work and family life had reached a boiling point, and she planned to enjoy this precious time.

She spread the faded quilt on the fresh green grass, inhaling the smell of new growth. Sitting down she untied her shoes and kicked them off, stretching out to dig her toes in the soil. She pulled the t shirt over her head, the sun warm on her bare skin, her nipples pebbling in the air. Her jeans quickly followed, and she lay back, arms over her head feeling the soft breeze caressing her skin.

Her mind turned to him. It had been so long since they had been able to have time together. One thing after another had conspired to keep them apart for weeks now. Not able to feel his strong hands on her body. Hear his voice whispering commands in her ear. She ached for him. Here and now, in her sanctuary, she was finally able to let herself think fully of him and how he made her feel.

Her hands wandered to her breasts first. Fingers teasing her nipples, cupping the fullness he loved so much. She remembered the feel of his mouth on her, his teeth gently teasing her. A small moan escaped her lips. It had been so long. She needed him.

One hand stayed on her breast, circling and pinching her nipple, while the other moved slowly down her stomach, fingertips just grazing her skin. His fingers felt so different. So much larger than hers, the tips calloused. He wouldn’t give her what she wanted immediately, he would tease and circle and make her beg before he would consent to trace his fingers between her thighs. She circled lightly, taking her time tracing the curves of her stomach, the soft skin of her thighs.

A noise at the tree’s edge made her pause, her head coming up to look around. She couldn’t see anything. She waited a moment longer before deciding it must have just been a small animal or a tree dropping a pine cone. Her fingers resumed their journey, her legs parting slightly to give her access to the bare skin of her mound. She smiled again, thinking how much he enjoyed her this way. And how much he enjoyed having her laid out before him, the razor in his hand while he took his time making sure she was bare. The feel of cold steel on her skin, his warm breath a sharp contrast. HIs fingers holding her open. And then his tongue at the end, making certain there was no stubble left behind. She could of course take care of her own grooming, and had for the last few weeks, but some of the most erotic foreplay she had ever experienced was when he played barber.

She could smell her arousal already. Her fingers traced lower and felt the moisture coating her treasure. The first time was going to be fast. It had just been too long. Her fingers circled her clit, pleasure spiking through her.

Again she thought she heard a noise, a little closer this time, but her eyes were closed in pleasure and she couldn’t be bothered to open them. She could hear his voice in her mind, calling her his good girl, telling her how much he enjoyed watching her touch herself. Her back arched as the waves of pleasure rose higher, the tension building. Just as her pleasure reached it’s peak, a shadow fell over her body. Her eyes flew open to see the dark mass of a man between her and the sun.

She was helpless as her orgasm swept over her. Her eyes closed involuntarily and she moaned his name loudly. Waves of pleasure made her shake as he watched.

Her eyes still tightly closed she felt his feet push her legs further apart. She heard the rustle of clothing, the harsh metal of his zipper coming down. She was shaking, unsure what to do. Was it him? Or had a stranger found her. The fear she had felt upon seeing that dark figure had made her orgasm so much more intense if she was going to be truthful with herself. She slowly opened her eyes, wanting to know who was with her, but now uncertain what she was going to do if it wasn’t him.

It was him. Standing over her, naked now, one hand wrapped around his hardness slowly stroking as he grinned down at her. “Such an impatient little one you are my girl. Was it me you were thinking of as you came so quickly or were you hoping someone else was going to join you today?” his deep voice rumbled.

The breath left her lungs in a rush. Both hands reached for him as he knelt between her legs, the smile on his face slowly turning to lust. He grabbed her hands, kissing her fingers, taking care to lick at the ones that were coated with her juices. He leaned forward to kiss her, hard and deep, the taste of herself on his lips making her moan and arch her hips up to him. Wordlessly offering herself for his pleasure.

He pulled back, still holding her hands tightly in his own. “I don’t recall giving you permission to cum my girl. But I’ll overlook it this one time. It has been so very long since we’ve been able to play. Don’t stop what you were doing. You know how much your Sir loves to see you touching yourself. Show me again how you find your pleasure little one.” He placed her hands back on her body, one on her breast, the other between her legs. Settling back on his heels, he again wrapped one big hand around his cock, the other resting on her thigh.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him as her fingers began to move again. His face, hard with desire as he watched her body. The muscles in his shoulders and chest moving as his hand stroked his shaft. His fingers tightening on her thigh while he watched her. She could see pre cum glistening on the head of his cock already. They both had been denied too long. Her own fingers quickened, rubbing, pressing, pausing to plunge inside to ease the ache for him. Her moans mingled with his harsh breathing as they both worked themselves to the edge of pleasure.

His low growl of her name was her only warning. Hips thrust forward he began to cum, his seed landing on her sex, her thighs, her stomach. It was more than she could stand. Her own orgasm hit hard, back bowing as his free hand clenched hard on her thigh. Dimly she knew she would have bruises there tomorrow. All that mattered now was knowing he was marking her as his.

He collapsed on her, his face buried in her neck as they both shook. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. Their afternoon was just getting started.

Some Sweet – Farmer’s Rain

18 Friday Apr 2014

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She sat in the old rocking chair, a cup of tea warming her fingers against the slight morning chill. The dog lay at her side, both of them content to spend a few moments in quiet now that the rush of morning was done.

She’d woken a few minutes before the alarm had gone off, the soft slap of rain on the windows bringing her slowly out of dreams. The house was silent, children not yet rushing to get ready for school, animals still sleeping. One of her favorite times of day, when everything was poised on the edge of sound and motion, the world just holding it’s breath.

And then the organized cacophany began, everyone back and forth, the music of showers and doors slamming, breakfast cooking in the kitchen, small voices chattering non stop drowning out the gentle rain. She had watched from the kitchen window while finishing the dishes, the kids splashing in the small puddles as they ran to meet their bus.

Housework done, animals fed, she had taken her tea to the back deck, her morning ritual. Today she had to wear a sweater, but it was worth it to hear the soft sounds of rain in her garden, the dog snoring beside her. Fat droplets of water slid from leaves, dropped from the roof line, spring’s sweet promise of the summer’s bounty to come. Everything smelled fresh, green and clean.

She sat and thought of her own childhood, the weekends she had been able to sit with her father like this after morning chores were done. He had called this kind of rain a farmer’s rain, as it gently misted over the earth, bringing the water the farm needed without damaging the gentle shoots of newly emerged crop plants. She looked at her own small vegetable garden, smiling at the thought of fresh peas for supper, the children’s coming delight in finding the zuchinni that had escaped notice and grown to the size of a cricket bat.

The rain dripped from the roof, the dog snored, and her tea slowly cooled as she rocked lost in happy memories. A soft spring day full of hope and promise blending past present and future.

Some Sweet – What Can Happen In A Second

16 Wednesday Apr 2014

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You can fall in love.

You can smile.

You can make a friend.

You can be lifted by hope.

You can breathe a prayer.

You can whisper a name.

You can save a life.

You can burn your tongue on hot cocoa.

You can hug a child.

You can laugh.

You can fall asleep.

You can realize a dream.

You can live.

You can die.

Sunday Smut – Sir Indulges Me

13 Sunday Apr 2014

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Lying beside you in our bed, lightly kissing and biting your neck and earlobe, my breath warm on your skin. My fingers idly stroking over your chest and stomach, teasing.
You are still, savoring the feel of my lips and fingers. Your body tenses every time I trace below your navel, never touching your hardening cock.
Your rough hand wraps around my teasing fingers, tugging them down to your hard length. Your voice a little deeper than normal. “There are better things you can be doing with your hand my girl.”

You can feel my smile against your skin as I trace one finger down the length of you. Feeling you twitch at my touch. “Yes, there are better things my Sir. There are also better things you could do with your hands. Would you indulge your girl tonight? I’d love to watch you pleasure yourself for me.”

From the leap your hard cock makes, I know this is not something you will deny me. Your hand leaves your side, wrapping around my much smaller one, trapping it between your cock and your fingers. You move slowly up and down your length, the skin of your shaft smooth underneath my mine. Just a minute of this, and you release me, allowing my hand to return to your chest. Yours stays on your cock, stroking as I resume tracing designs on your skin.

Your other hand steals between my thighs, just resting against my slick core. My eyes are glued to the movement of your fingers on your hardness as I continue kissing and nipping at your neck. Breathing in your ear all the naughty thoughts running through my head. How excited it gets me to see you pleasuring yourself. How sexy the sound of your breathing quickening, getting harsher, is to me. The soft moans of pleasure you make serving only to make my pussy clench and release more of my sweetness on your hand trapped between my thighs.
You move faster. I can see precum glistening on the head of your cock. Sinking my teeth a little harder into your skin. You are close, your body tense, hips lifting off the bed. I release my bite to whisper in your ear, “Please cum for me my Sir.”

This is all it takes. You groan loudly as a large tear of precum wells up, running down your cock and over your thumb. Two more strokes and creamy white ropes of cum spurt onto your stomach, your voice moaning my name. Your hand between my thighs gripping tightly.

I’m shaking with desire watching your pleasure, turned on beyond belief. My nails digging into your chest. Your orgasm subsides, cum glistening wetly on your stomach, pooling around the base of your shaft and balls. “You have some cleanup to do now my girl,” you whisper, your voice still shaking with relief. I kiss my way down your chest, happy to serve my Sir, ready to taste my favorite treat. I know if I do a good job, I will be richly rewarded.

Some Naughty – His Hands

12 Saturday Apr 2014

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I spend a great deal of time thinking about his hands. Big, strong, callused, scarred, gentle, hard. The hands of a man who has worked with them his entire life.

He touches me so tenderly. Those big hands tracing my bottom lip, wiping away a tear, holding me close. Tracing patterns on my skin until I am begging for a stronger, harder caress.

The heat of his hands. Holding mine, touching my leg as we sit together, on the back of my neck, the small of my back in public. That heat penetrates to my bones, making me feel sexy, desirable, safe, loved, cherished.

When his hands turn hard. Spanking, taking what is his. Grabbing my hips, pulling me to him, no mercy, just driving towards our pleasure.

Holding me afterwards. Stroking my back, my arm, brushing my hair out of my eyes. Holding my breast as we drift off to sleep.

His hands. So erotic. And not on my skin often or long enough.

Some Naughty – Blind Date

11 Friday Apr 2014

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It had been an evening she hadn’t expected. Her girlfriend had set her up on a blind date, had blackmailed her into it to be honest. At least Grace and her boyfriend Adam were there, in case things went south, as Lily expected them too. But no, the evening had been more fun than she had had in a long time. John was funny, intelligent, and a gentleman. Dinner had been full of conversation and laughter, none of which had depended on the three bottles of wine they had consumed. Adam had suggested they go to his and Grace’s favorite bar afterwards to hear the house band, and the evening’s fun had continued.

Lily and John had danced most of the night, drinking little, laughing and talking on the dance floor and off. As the night had continued they danced closer, his hands on her hips strong and warm. The last song of the night was slow and sweet, and she hadn’t hesitated to wind her arms around his neck, their bodies moving together seductively. His hands skimmed the top of her ass, never moving beyond what was proper, but making her extremely aware of the fact that she was a woman and he a man.

His whisper in her ear caught her by surprise. “This may be the wrong thing to ask, but what color are your panties?” She pulled back, shocked that he would ask something so intimate. The look on his face was amused and challenging. His eyes locked with hers, daring her to answer him or storm off. The song ended before she could decide what she was going to do.

Grace pulled her away, the two of them headed to the ladies room before the couples left the bar. Lily barely heard a word her very intoxicated friend was saying. She stared at the floor while waiting her turn, then silently entered the stall. Her pale pink lace panties pulled down to her knees. Before she could think what she was doing, she slipped them off and tucked them in her purse. All she could think of was the challenge in John’s eyes.

The two couples shared a cab, Adam and John laughing and talking, Grace almost passed out on John’s shoulder. Lily didn’t protest when Adam took her hand in his, resting their joined hands on his knee. The cab stopped at her house first, and Adam and Grace stayed in the cab as John walked Lily to her door.

“I had a great time tonight Lily. I would love to see you again.” His deep voice shook her out of her reverie. She looked up to see him leaning closer, one hand moving to her cheek as his lips found hers. It was a chaste kiss by most standards, but Lily felt like she was burning up. When it ended he had the same amused and challenging look that he had been wearing when he asked about her panties.

Lily didn’t say a word. She reached in her bag for her keys. John took them from her and unlocked her door, his expression turning grim. As he turned back to hand her the keys, she slipped the scrap of pink lace that had been covering her most intimate places all night into his hand. “I’d like to see you again also John,” she said with a wicked smile as she slipped into the house, closing the door on his shocked and delighted grin, bringing the hand holding her wet panties to his nose.

Some Naughty – For Him

10 Thursday Apr 2014

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He has teased and tormented me until I can’t speak. I’m blindfolded, bound, every millimeter of my skin aching with desire.

I can hear him moving around the room, hear him open the door. Panic rises, he can’t leave me here! He is talking in a low voice. To who?

I hear two sets of footsteps crossing the room. Clothing being removed. I’m straining against my bonds, fear mingling with desire.

His voice in my ear. “Easy little one. This won’t hurt at all.” A wicked chuckle, a kiss on my temple, and he withdraws.

Fingers, not his, trailing across my belly. Nails lightly scratching. A mouth closing over one nipple, I’m arching into it whimpering.

An answering female moan vibrates across my breast. I freeze. He’s wanted to see me with another woman. He’s gotten tired of waiting.

Her mouth moves to my other breast, fingers trailing lower, teasing my sex, coating the tips in my moisture. I’m helpless, desire rising.

She is torturing me, teasing my clit, my dripping entrance, circling my rim, while her mouth is occupied with my breasts. My cries rising.

I can’t take any more, shattering against her fingers, clenching and crying out. Her mouth covers mine, her body over me as I cum again.

His voice. “What good little girls. And the night is only beginning.”

Some Naughty – Late For Work

09 Wednesday Apr 2014

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Mesmerized, watching him in the shower. He turns, a wicked smile forms. I’m dressed for work. He beckons me in, and I begin undressing.

His big rough hands sliding around my waist, pulling me into him. Shivers as our skin, our mouths connect. He pins me to the tile wall.

Drugging kisses, his hands everywhere. We are both panting, lost in lust. I’m lifted, arms and legs wrapping around him as he takes what is his.

Head back, his mouth on my throat. Neither of us will last long. Faster, harder, my nails in his back, his hands clutching my ass.

That sweet explosion, too soon, never fast enough. He fills me as I clench around him. His face buried in my neck.

Slow sweet kisses now. Soft touches. His crooked smile. “You are going to be late for work baby.”

Some Naughty – Reunion

08 Tuesday Apr 2014

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The door shuts behind me. Before I can blink, his hand is on my throat, his body trapping me against the wall.

With a growl his mouth is on mine, demanding I open for him. Immediately I am ready, the ache of our separation lost in overwhelming desire.

Hands fly, clothing falling. I feel the bed against the back of my knees, but I have no idea how we got there. Roughly he pushes me down.

His head between my legs, his mouth devouring my sex. He is ruthless in pursuit of my pleasure. I scream his name as my climax breaks.

Desire still swamps me as he turns me over, one hand pulling my hips up as the other manacles my hands behind my back. He enters me ruthlessly.

I am his, utterly possessed as he pounds into me. There is nothing left but our flesh meeting, retreating, and meeting again.

The keenest pleasure fills me, and this time he joins me. His deep moans mingling with my cries. Time has no meaning. We have never been parted.

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