<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:52:11.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luvsicpup</title><subtitle type='html'>Adult Content</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-2248070433354474583</id><published>2008-08-25T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:56:25.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It took awhile for my “Lady of the Lake” and I to arrange to get together and hopefully finish what we had started but the weekend finally arrived.  I was able to obtain a suite overlooking a large lake in a city nearby.  We met at the airport and decided to “wander” the city getting to know each other until time for dinner.  I must say that keeping my arms from wrapping her up in a passionate embrace was one of the hardest things I have done in a long time.  We walked through the park by the lake holding hands and arm in arm just talking about nothing.  I felt a strong sexual bond being formed.  She seemed to want me as much as I her.  We “accidentally” bumped into each other.  I clumsily brushed her breast as I pointed out sights.  Cool breezes off of the lake gave us the opportunity to snuggle and keep ourselves warm.  Truth be told, I really think there was no one in the park with us that day.  Finally we gave in and headed towards our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;The elevator ride was too long.  We could stand it no more and fell into a passionate embrace as soon as the doors closed.   The intermittent stops interrupted us yet inflamed us to further heights.  I was desperately exploring her magnificent body.  Her curves pressed into me.  Her softness ground against my growing hardness.  Why had I chosen to stay on the top floor?  At long last we were there.  The passion that had built from our first encounter at the campsite was about to be released.  Our clothes fell to the floor as we raced into our suite.  It was now not a matter of if or when but where?&lt;br /&gt;Now lying side by side on the bed we kissed deeply.  Our tongues explored each other’s mouths and throats.  I wanted to explore every inch of her gorgeous body but neither of us could contain ourselves.  She rolled me over onto my back and mounted me.  Slowly she slid her hot wet pussy down onto my now rock hard cock.  When she had it all inside of her, she started to rock back and forth.  I was able to reach out and stroke her breasts and pull on her nipples.  They begged for my mouth so I pulled her over and began sucking on them.  I could not believe that they could have gotten harder but they did.  She moaned and started moving up and down on my cock faster and faster.  On a down stroke I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her closer.  I then rolled her onto her back and began taking long slow strokes from the edge of her steaming tight pussy to its very depths.  It was time.  I could take it no more.  I moved faster and faster going as deep as I could on each stroke.  She looked up with me with her beautiful eyes wide open as if she was begging for a gift.  With one long hard last push I began emptying my hot cum into her hot pussy.  I screamed.  She screamed as she thrust up towards me to take more and more.  Her pussy began to milk me as I came and came again.  Finally we both froze and collapsed.  I held her close and we lay joined together until we caught our breath.  My cock stayed in her as she massaged it with her incredible pussy muscles.  We finally fell asleep in each others arms.&lt;br /&gt;This was the start of a wonderful evening……………………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-2248070433354474583?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/2248070433354474583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=2248070433354474583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/2248070433354474583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/2248070433354474583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-took-awhile-for-my-lady-of-lake-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-8796100469141806270</id><published>2008-08-01T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:51:03.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We turned a corner where the others could not see us.  I slowly reached out and took her hand.  We walked toward the lake with the shimmering moon.  After we turned another corner I stopped and pulled her close.  She gazed up at me.  We were a perfect fit.  All of her soft warmness met with my growing hot hardness.  I looked into those deep brown eyes and still holding her with one arm ran my hand through her hair.  It had all of the wonderful colors of a fall harvest.  Our lips met and we began a long soft kiss.   She probed my mouth with an urgent tongue and I followed her lead.  Soon our kiss was no longer soft but a hard passionate and desparate exploration.  I held her tighter and tighter.  Our bodies were melting together.  When we finally broke the kiss we both looked at each other deeply.  Quickly our eyes were searching for a soft place to lay and culminate this passion.  We did find a perfect place down at the lake's edge.  As we lay there and exchanged more kisses and explored our bodies the passion rose.  Then we looked at each other.  Silently we realized that a quick urgent fuck was not what we wanted.  This passion had to be held in check for a time and place where we could make love with abandon and not worry about "others" coming upon us.&lt;br /&gt;We got to our feet, held hands and gazed at the moonlight rippling off of the water.  Slowly we turned and headed back to camp.  We made a silent vow not to forget the passion.  We will meet again soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-8796100469141806270?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/8796100469141806270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=8796100469141806270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/8796100469141806270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/8796100469141806270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-turned-corner-where-others-could-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-8614259340966910420</id><published>2008-07-29T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:04:07.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring and summer come late where I am now located.  Summer is also milder here.  But as the seasons have changed so have I.  For awhile I lay dormant but recently things have been happening that are bringing me back to bloom.  It all started on a special weekend.&lt;br /&gt;A group of my new friends were gathering for a campout at the lake.  While camping out has never been one of my interests I decided to take a chance and go.  It was a decision I will never regret.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed her when we first arrived.  She was all business setting up her area but I noticed that people continued to be drawn over to her to chat.  There was always laughter coming from that direction.  Later that night around the fire I could not help but notice that she was pretty much always the center of attention or the group leader.  I also could not help but notice that besides her outgoing and winning personality she was really a knockout.  Her camping clothes helped to reveal a figure that any red blooded male would love to explore.  It was pretty calm that night as everyone was settling in and still getting their “stuff” arranged.  My friends told me that the real fun would start in the morning.  Well their idea of fun and mine really didn’t match up.  Waking up at sunrise for a dip in an ice water lake and a nice 10 mile walk just isn’t this city boy’s idea of a good time.  I was told that things would “pick up” in the evening.  They were definitely right.&lt;br /&gt;Drinks were flowing that night around the campfire.  I decided that I would “sip and watch”.  As I sat there I noticed that she too was just sipping and watching the crowd.  I noticed that because my eyes kept being drawn to her.  I just could not believe that this beauty was sitting by herself.  And I did notice that we caught each other looking several times.  When we finally caught ourselves looking she smiled.  My heart froze and then melted.  We sat there and all of the background faded.  After an eternity she broke the gaze and slowly stood up and stretched.  She announced that she felt like going down to the lake and watch the moon.  Everyone else was into what ever game was going on at the time and did not notice.  I stood and said that if she didn’t mind I would go with her “just to keep you safe”.  We exchanged looks, she nodded, and we started down the trail watching the moon’s reflection over the water…………………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-8614259340966910420?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/8614259340966910420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=8614259340966910420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/8614259340966910420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/8614259340966910420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2008/07/spring-and-summer-come-late-where-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-6333151123846694686</id><published>2007-09-25T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:10:41.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though sometimes it feels like it, I am not dead.  Just laying dormant as tulips do in the Winter before their glorious return in the Spring.&lt;br /&gt;Like the tulip, I will survive this winter and will bloom again one day.&lt;br /&gt;Until then.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-6333151123846694686?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/6333151123846694686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=6333151123846694686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/6333151123846694686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/6333151123846694686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2007/09/even-though-sometimes-it-feels-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-877749488396086157</id><published>2007-01-30T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T11:45:41.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Am A Coward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not face being without her so I arranged to turn my business over to a trusted employee while I took a long trip to Europe.  I thought that the geographical space would add to time in helping me get over our estrangement.  We communicated during my absence.  Friendly, daily correspondence joking back and forth.  We did not speak of anything concrete or of our relationship.  Finally, I did have to come back to deal with my company.  Once I was home we continued our daily conversations.  I had just about come to grips with our changes and had almost convinced myself that I was “over it”.  It wasn’t an easy thing to grasp.  We had a passionate physically unbridled relationship for several years.  It was hard for me to understand why it had to change.  Then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;As in the past our business travels brought us to the same place at the same time.  This was a new place so I thought I would be OK since there were no “memories” there.  We had seen each other in private and public at our respective home offices so I thought “OK, this is going to be just like going to lunch back home.”  We sat with each other during the meetings, working lunches, had drinks, and went to dinner with the group.  Our banter was unrestrained and I felt really at ease with the pure friendship we demonstrated.  I even watched her flirt with her usual abandon with only a twinge of envy for the flirtee.  After the evening’s activities the group broke up and went to our respective rooms.  I had been in my room for about 30 minutes and was on my way to bed when the house phone rang.  Her voice said to come to room 1022.  I knew this was not her room.&lt;br /&gt;The door was ajar when I arrived.  Her voice asked me to come in.  The room was totally dark.  When I closed the door, someone came up behind me and placed a blindfold over my eyes.  I was then led further into the room.  Hands were caressing me as they were undoing my clothes.  Warm breaths were cascading on my neck.  Finally standing totally naked I was turned around.  Someone took my hands and slowly started moving them over soft silky skin.  I was not allowed to press forward.  I was allowed only to lightly stroke what I knew only so well was her exquisite body.  As I was guided through this exploration I knew when I was reaching her as she occasionally gasped when I touched just the right spot.  She did not allow me to caress her breasts or her thighs.  I only explored her torso, and lightly touched her face.  Finally she led me to the bed and pulled me to her. &lt;br /&gt;Slowly she guided my cock into her warm moist pussy.  She wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me as deep into her as she could.  We fell into a familiar rhythm of pleasure as we pushed and pulled against each other.  Suddenly she pushed me off and got on her hands and knees.  Since I was still blindfolded she had to guide me back into her dripping depths.  Fucking her from behind became a more frantic and forceful experience.  I thrust deep into her as she pushed back with all of her might.  Her chest was flat on the bed and her ass was high in the air.  I grabbed her hips and pulled back as I pushed my cock forward.  Soon her deep moaning turned into passionate screams begging me “faster, faster, harder, harder”.  I exploded and emptied what seemed to be a month’s build up of cum into her steaming pussy.  She bucked back on me and begged for more.  I collapsed on her and we rolled over on our sides.  We held each other closely until she finally removed my blindfold and let me see the tears in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;We drifted off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-877749488396086157?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/877749488396086157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=877749488396086157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/877749488396086157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/877749488396086157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-coward-i-could-not-face-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-116537285727300509</id><published>2006-12-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:40:57.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A New Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk.  She giggles.&lt;br /&gt;It is the beginning all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I can see her smile.  There is laughter in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I am the band geek dating the head cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;No sex is necessary.  This is the most intense relationship I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me back in................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-116537285727300509?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/116537285727300509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=116537285727300509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116537285727300509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116537285727300509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-day-we-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-116520416951139049</id><published>2006-12-03T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:49:29.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Beginnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called and asked if she was free for lunch.  She said yes.&lt;br /&gt;Like a high school freshman approaching a cheer leader I picked her up.  We went to lunch.  It was almost a first date.  There was no sexual tension and no games.  Just two friends having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I will hold her hand…………………….&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be interesting.  We will be together one way or another.  As long as she is in my life, I do not care about the conditions. &lt;br /&gt;I do love her that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-116520416951139049?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/116520416951139049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=116520416951139049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116520416951139049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116520416951139049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-beginnings-i-called-and-asked-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-116437646142544910</id><published>2006-11-24T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T05:54:21.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long road to recovery.  The details are not important but I thought for the briefest of time I had lost her.  I was in agony.  I was lost and drifting.  Fortunately she allowed me back in even though I probably didn’t deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;We met in a new place.  Probably to start a new phase of our relationship.  Normally when we have been apart any length of time we throw ourselves at each other and have a wild animal fuckfest right off of the bat.  Then we let ourselves go in whatever direction our passions of the moment take us.  Today however was different.  Our separation was not caused by the usual forces that keep us apart.  This time it was for totally different reasons.  The first thing I did was gather her into my arms, stare deeply into her eyes and lightly kiss her lips.  We kissed forever.  Long deep passionate kisses that are sometimes more intimate than actual fucking.  Today was not for fucking, today was for love making and rekindling passion.&lt;br /&gt;As the kiss continued we found ourselves slowly stroking each other and quietly removing each other’s clothes.  I paused as I looked at her magnificent breasts with her rock hard nipples and couldn’t resist sucking and lightly biting them.  As I sucked her nipples they got harder and her breathing deepened.  We continued to explore each other as if we had never met.  Finally we were totally naked.  We lay in an embrace just holding each other and exchanging kisses and long looks.  I slid my now rock hard cock into her warm moist pussy.  She gave a little gasp and we started slowly rocking back and forth.  Her pussy would pull my cock into her depths, hold it and then push it out.  We moved slowly and deliberately in a rhythm of pure pleasure.  As we moved together we each felt the other’s passion rising to the explosion point but always stopped before total release.  This was not a session that needed to end but we both were reaching the point of no return.  We never increased our speed.  I slowly slid in and out of her for what seemed like days.  Finally our bodies could take the passion no more and we yielded to release.  I buried my cock deep into her pussy and came in waves.  She clamped her pussy around my cock and came while she milked every drop of cum that she could.  There were no screams, no thrashing about, and no wildness.  We stared into each others eyes as we came together.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted we lay in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep.  Totally satisfied and totally back in sync with each other.  We did not fuck that day.  We made love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-116437646142544910?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/116437646142544910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=116437646142544910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116437646142544910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116437646142544910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/11/reunion-it-has-been-long-road-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-116422761641617649</id><published>2006-11-22T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:33:36.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thankful&lt;br /&gt;dark days are ending&lt;br /&gt;Grateful&lt;br /&gt;for everything she is&lt;br /&gt;Thankful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-116422761641617649?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/116422761641617649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=116422761641617649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116422761641617649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116422761641617649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/11/thankful-dark-days-are-ending-grateful.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-116371325728737991</id><published>2006-11-16T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:42:11.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Suspended between Hope and Despair&lt;br /&gt;I know you will find me&lt;br /&gt;I know you will find me&lt;br /&gt;I know you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Therefore:&lt;br /&gt;I choose Hope over Despair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-116371325728737991?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/116371325728737991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=116371325728737991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116371325728737991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116371325728737991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-i-am-suspended-between-hope-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-116364254230415381</id><published>2006-11-15T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:02:22.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Falling into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Twisting and turning as I plunge downward toward who knows what.&lt;br /&gt;Only darkness at the bottom of this pit.&lt;br /&gt;Emotional pain becomes physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?  I need you.&lt;br /&gt;Come rescue me please.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-116364254230415381?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/116364254230415381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=116364254230415381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116364254230415381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116364254230415381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/11/falling-into-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-116311555930924078</id><published>2006-11-09T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:39:19.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am lost....................&lt;br /&gt;Please come find me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-116311555930924078?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/116311555930924078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=116311555930924078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116311555930924078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116311555930924078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-116137095705318621</id><published>2006-10-20T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:02:37.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-116137095705318621?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/116137095705318621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=116137095705318621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116137095705318621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/116137095705318621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/10/goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115870589615320201</id><published>2006-09-19T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:44:56.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bet was simple and the subject is not important.  The prize was a blowjob.  Now this was not just "a blowjob" but one of hers.  I doubt very very seriously if anyone can match her for technique and ability.  Actually I think that she enjoys it just as much as I.  Then the odd thing happened, I actually won the bet!!  You can bet your bottom dollar I was out to collect faster than a Fantasy Five winner who just hit for enough to buy a carton of cigarettes.  I emailed her suggesting a day/time for collection.  Unfortunately the day I picked was not good for her but she suggested another.  Then she added "I am agreeing to lunch, I am not saying yes to the blowjob".&lt;br /&gt;But folks, she didn't say no either.  Think I will plan the afternoon off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115870589615320201?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115870589615320201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115870589615320201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115870589615320201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115870589615320201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/09/bet-bet-was-simple-and-subject-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115802784852662175</id><published>2006-09-11T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:24:08.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Am An Idiot&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I have seen her.  Our professional and personal schedules and responsibilities have kept us physically apart.  Sure we email, IM, and chat on the phone but something is missing.  I miss the look in her eyes when I walk into the room.  It is one of happiness and expectation.  I miss her smell and I miss her touch.  In case you wonder, I need to be in her physical presence.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been a little boy again.  I pout and I doubt.  Surely she can find someone better, younger, more sexy, etc than me.  No, she has never given me reason to doubt but I can revert to my insecure High School days in about 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;I saw her the other day.  She smiled.  While we couldn’t even speak much less touch (even to shake hands), she smiled.  When I talked to her today I realized what a fool I have been.  Doubting myself, worrying about things over which I have no control.&lt;br /&gt;I am a fool.  She deserves much more than me.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115802784852662175?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115802784852662175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115802784852662175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115802784852662175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115802784852662175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-idiot-it-has-been-long-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115506164961676095</id><published>2006-08-08T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:27:29.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was awakened by soft kisses on my chest.  We lay on the bed naked and satisfied from our afternoon activities.  Cuddling is something that she doesn’t always need but when it is time for cuddling she can cuddle with the best of them.  I lifted my head up so I could kiss the top of her head as she softly ran her tongue across the sensitive parts of my chest.  When she looked up, the look in her eyes was not lust but pure satisfaction.  Reaching down, I cupped her chin in my hand and pulled her mouth to mine.  This is the best part.  Our lips barely touched, just brushing lightly against each other.  From time to time the tip of her tongue darted out to meet mine.  No hard pressure, no urgency, just light touches.  Eventually her full lips were pressed against mine.  Every so gently I probed her mouth with my tongue.  Our tongues met and danced together in her mouth.  We went back and forth.  I would probe her mouth and she would probe mine.  Our tongues were exploring and tasting.  Out lips were pressed together.  At times one of us would apply more lip pressure and force our tongue deeper into the other’s mouth.  This was all the urgency we mustered and it was only for short bursts of energy.  I don’t know how long we held this kiss.  It seemed like an eternity.  From the deep probing kisses back to the light touches of our lips and the tips of our tongues we returned to where we started.  She slowly moved her face away and let me cradle her head against my shoulder.  Soon her breathing became regular as she drifted away to sleep.  I couldn’t sleep however.  I had been awakened by the magic of her kiss. &lt;br /&gt;This is all I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115506164961676095?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115506164961676095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115506164961676095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115506164961676095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115506164961676095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-awakened-by-soft-kisses-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115497780209499851</id><published>2006-08-07T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:10:02.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She slept peacefully in my arms resting.  The smile on her face told me she was having sweet dreams.  Was it memories of the hard pounding fuck she had just received?  Every once and awhile she stirred and moaned slightly.  I noticed when she did this she parted her legs just a bit.  It was too tempting.  I had to stroke her swollen pussy.  This caused her to stir more and I felt her getting wet again.  Suddenly her eyes opened wide.  “Fuck me now and fuck me hard!”  I rolled away to show her that our last session had rendered my cock to a mere fleshy appendage.  I did not know if it would ever regain the strength to get hard again.  She however wanted to be fucked with a hard cock.  Fortunately she knows what to do.&lt;br /&gt;With little fanfare she took my flaccid cock into her hand and lowered her lips to it.  She blew gently on the head and started flicking the tip with her oh so talented tongue.  While she did this, she massaged may cock with one hand and my balls with the other.  When my cock started to come to life she took the head into her full mouth and slowly slid down my shaft.  All the time she was circling with her tongue and pumping gently with her hand.  I was coming back to life and very quickly.  When I thought I was hard enough I gently tried to push her away so I could roll her over and take her from behind like she loves.  She would have no part of this as she was totally into sucking my cock.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping rhythm with her hands and her mouth she fucked me with her mouth.  I grew in her mouth and soon I was fucking the back of her throat.  She moved one hand off of me and started stroking her pussy.  The more she stroked the harder she sucked.  I could feel the cum building at the base of my cock.  I wanted to shoot it down her throat and I believe she was ready to suck me dry.  But I remembered she wanted to fucked hard.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her hair dragging her mouth off of me.  She looked hurt but when she looked at the fruits of her labors, a smile crossed her face.  With no further words she rolled over and stuck her perfect ass into the air.  I quickly mounted her and plunged in as deep as I possibly could.  I could not believe how hard she had made me.  The harder I pushed in the harder she pushed back.  Soon my balls were bouncing off of her thighs.  I looked into the mirror and saw her beautiful breasts swinging in rhythm to the pounding she was receiving.  All of a sudden she started to cry out and push back harder.  Her pussy clenched my cock and started to milk it as she came.  I know she wanted a hot load right then but with all of my control I fought the urge to fill her up.&lt;br /&gt;Once she stopped shuddering from her orgasm I slid my now cum-slick cock from her dripping pussy.  There was plenty of her natural lube for our next adventure.  I placed the head of my cock against her asshole and was pleased to see that it immediately started to relax so it could receive as much as I could give.  When I entered her tight ass she gasped as she usually does when I first enter her tightest hole.  She then flattened her torso onto the bed with her ass still in the air.  Slowly and gently I slid my cock into her ass until my balls were flush to her pussy.  We rocked together.  As I continued to pump forward she pushed back in perfect time.  I did not know how deep I could go.  Reaching around under her I found her clit and started to stroke her hardness.  I was rewarded by more frantic pushing – some might even call it bucking.  Finally she screamed and pushed back as hard as she could, almost knocking me off of her.  I plunged and began a long hard orgasm filling her as much as I could.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly she relaxed her grip on my cock as it slid out leaving a trail of cum dripping from her ass&lt;br /&gt;It was time for another nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115497780209499851?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115497780209499851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115497780209499851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115497780209499851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115497780209499851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/08/she-slept-peacefully-in-my-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115436276913441140</id><published>2006-07-31T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T09:19:29.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning sweetheart welcome to your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your pleasure, whatever your heart’s desire, whatever sensation you crave is my mission to deliver.  May I suggest that since you just awoke that I start by slowly licking your breasts and sucking your nipples to bring them erect and awake?  Do you think you would like that?&lt;br /&gt;While I massage your breasts and suck on your nipples I will check to see if this makes you wet.  Do you think that it will? &lt;br /&gt;I hope you don’t mind if I run my finger from the top of your slit to your asshole.  I promise that I will pause to tickle your clit, probe your pussy, and enter your ass while I am wandering around your pleasure zone.  You are very wet now aren’t you?  I can feel the heat from your pussy.   Your pussy lips are opening as you spread your legs to give me more access.  I think I will use my thumb to massage your clit while I stick my finger in your hole and search for your G spot.  Do you think you will like that?  Shall I continue to suck your nipples as I finger fuck you?&lt;br /&gt;I notice that you are moaning and grinding against my hand.  Your pussy is soaking wet.  I feel a shudder beginning and your breathing is getting labored.  You must be cumming.  Arch your back and moan louder if you want more of this.  Remember today is your day and this is the first orgasm of many.  Cum hard but be prepared to cum harder and harder as the day goes on.  But only if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;As you come down from your orgasm, I notice that your clit is swollen and your pussy lips are engorged with pleasure.  I think it is time that I had my breakfast.  Slowly I run my tongue down your body pausing at certain spots I know you like.  Finally I reach my goal.  Sorry babe but I have to pause here and look, touch, and smell.  I can never get enough of your pussy.  From the very top of your slit to your asshole every inch demands my attention.  As I use my thumbs to spread you open I feel your anticipation.  You push your hips up towards my face begging for contact.  In a moment my sweet.  Right now I must stop and savor the moment for I know as soon as I begin licking and sucking there will be no stopping until you push my face away and beg for rest.  Am I still on the right track here?&lt;br /&gt;You taste so sweet.  Your juices soak my face as I run my tongue from top to bottom.  I notice that when I stopped to stick my tongue in your ass that you gasped a bit.  I hope this didn’t bother you.  I must continue to lick and suck your pussy lips.  They are almost as sensitive as your hole.  How I wish my tongue was hard enough to slide all the way into your depths.  I wonder what your G spot would feel like on the tip of my tongue.  Do you think that would make you cum?  MMMMMMMM your pussy is delicious.  So many flavors, so many soft tissues yielding to my tongue.  I believe it is time to suck your clit.  It is standing erect, glistening, and begging for attention.  Slowly I flick my tongue on your clit.  I look as it twitches and waits for more.  Your breathing is quickening and you are moaning lowly.  Finally I spread your pussy wide open and attack your clit with my mouth.  I suck and lick.  I lick and suck.  I stick my thumb in your pussy and my finger in your ass.  Suddenly you cry out and clamp my face between your thighs.  You pull my head tighter and tighter against your pussy.  I think that I will drown in your sweet juices.  And then you relax and lay back.  You keep you hands on the back of my head as I slowly clean up the nectar with my tongue.  Do you want more?&lt;br /&gt;My cock is rock hard.  I think that when I slide my tongue up your body to kiss you that I should position its head right outside of your pussy.  I am there now.  As our tongues dance lightly against each other I can feel your pussy open.  I thrust my tongue to the back of your throat and my cock to the depths of your pussy.  Your eyes open wide as you sit up to pull me in deeper and deeper.  With my balls slapping your ass we rock back and forth.  You put your legs over my shoulders to pull me in more and to grind your clit against me.  I want to fill you now but I know what you really want.  Slowly I pull my cock out of your pussy.  I pause when only the head is captured in your softness.  Some slow back and forth motions here convince me that you are ready.  Please turn over.&lt;br /&gt;You are on your knees with your ass sticking up in the air.  I take you by your hips and pull you onto my cock.  Slowly I slide my hardness into your hot softness.  There is cum dripping down your thighs onto my thighs as I go deeper and deeper.  I lean over you and kiss your back.  You repay me by laying flat on the bed and sticking your ass higher in the air.  The back pressure you are applying sucks me deeper and deeper into your pussy.  We both start to moan in rhythm to my thrusts and your pushes.  As the urgency becomes greater you reach around and take my hand off of your hip.  I look and your asshole is begging for attention.  I take my finger and rub your pussy lips.  There is enough cum to wet my fingers.  Slowly I slide one, then two, then three fingers into your ass.  We start a rhythm with my cock, my fingers, and your pussy and your ass.  I push forwards, you push back.  Faster and faster we go.  Harder and harder I pound.  I can take it no longer.  With one massive thrust and primal scream I slam into you and begin spurting my hot juice into you in waves.  You respond by crying out my name and matching my waves with your pussy grabbing and convulsing on my cock, milking every last drop out of me.  I lose track of time and thrust until we both collapse on the bed.  Do you want more?&lt;br /&gt;It is your day.  I am here to serve and service you.  Give me a moment to catch my breath and I will start over.  If you want me to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115436276913441140?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115436276913441140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115436276913441140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115436276913441140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115436276913441140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-morning-sweetheart-welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115388160618383894</id><published>2006-07-25T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:40:06.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOMECOMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been out of the country.  I am flying home.  I am flying to her arms.  I know the cure for jet lag.  Be rested baby, I have missed you a lot and we have lots of missed time to make up.  I can't wait to see you, talk to you, and hold you in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;And oh by the way, as soon as jet lag stabilizes I am going to fuck your brains out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115388160618383894?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115388160618383894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115388160618383894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115388160618383894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115388160618383894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/07/homecoming-i-have-been-out-of-country.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115344780503252708</id><published>2006-07-20T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:10:05.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INTIMIDATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met several years ago.  I am more than 20 years older her senior.  I had just accepted a job with a new company.  She was introduced as the company’s operations officer.  Since that was my previous profession I said “I will have your job”.  She didn’t blink but smiled and said “we will see”.  In a previous life I had been shot at and have shot back.  I had risen to the top of my profession for my specialty.  I was a leader of men and women.  She intimidated me……………………&lt;br /&gt;One day a few months later she invited me to lunch.  I was in the 7th grade again.  It was totally innocent – two professionals discussing logistics and operations.  Put a gun to my head and I can only remember that it was a Chinese buffet.  I nodded and babbled a lot.  Why did she have this power over me?  I had been tested and found to have an A+ type personality yet here I was stumbling over my words and thoughts as I talked to this “kid”.  Did she have some sort of “magic” power?  Was I blinded by her beauty (and yes she is a looker)?  Was I just being a horny dirty old man?  I have now finally realized it wasn’t (isn’t) her knockout looks.  It is what is between her ears that overwhelmed me then and (fortunately for me) continues to make me realize that this is one amazing woman.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know and I don’t want to imagine what an empty shell I would be if she were not my friend.&lt;br /&gt;And oh by the way, we once decided to try to move our friendship to the “next” level.  We both dissolved in hysterical laughter.  Imagine if you will being nekkid in a hotel with a beautiful woman and all both of you can do is giggle uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;Babe, thanks for being my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115344780503252708?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115344780503252708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115344780503252708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115344780503252708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115344780503252708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/07/intimidation-we-met-several-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115264703285296512</id><published>2006-07-11T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:43:52.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conventional Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;It was going to be a long week.  Our companies were attending the same convention.  Her bosses were there and I had several of my key employees with me so we had to be on our “best” public behavior.  While we were staying in the same resort, we were so close but so far away.  She was by far and away the best looking lady there.  I know because my staff kept making comments about what they would like to do with her.  Little did they know that everything they wished for, I had experienced.  Also little did they know that if any one of the horny bastards got close enough to try not only would they find themselves on the unemployment line but they might have a hard time walking.  I don’t share well. &lt;br /&gt;She came into the first night’s cocktail reception in a backless black dress that highlighted her magnificent breasts.  Every male’s head turned her way as she made her way across the room.  Knowing she would be arriving right on time and her first move would be to cross the room to the farthest corner bar I arrived early and was waiting for her entry.  When she got to the bar she smiled at me and asked what a lady had to do to get a drink in this joint.  I had prepared the bartender with her favorite white wine (it is amazing what/who $100 will buy) and ordered one from the “private” stock.  She feigned being impressed, glanced my way and walked over to her group.  OMG she looks good walking away!  I (and every one with a cock) could not help but notice that there were no panties constraining her delicious ass.  As the evening wore on we seemed to arrange to be at the bar at the same time.  She did appreciate not having to drink from the common bottle.  When she looked at me it was with a combination of appreciation and pure lust.  Finally I worked my way over to her group.  It was a mixer after all.  We made small talk with our mouths and love with our eyes.  Fortunately the music started and I had the chance to ask her to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Out on the floor we gently swayed with the music.  I could feel the heat from her belly and the firmness of her breasts as she slowly and sensuously rubbed up against me.  At the end of the dance, I had to turn from the crowd to hide my rock hard cock.  She smiled and licked her lips as she suggested we step out on the balcony for a breath of fresh air.  We went outside the ballroom, rounded the corner on the balcony and attacked each other with a ferocity that spoke of our built up passion.  Looking over her shoulder I saw that no one could see us.  During a long passionate kiss I slipped my hand down the back of her dress and ran my finger down her ass.  She broke the kiss, told me to be on the lookout and pulled my engorged cock out of my pants and starting sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow.  When I could almost take it no more, she stood up and pushed me backwards and around a corner.  Once there she leaned over the rail.  I knew that was my cue to slide her dress up and take care of her steaming wet pussy.  As I pushed forwards she pushed back until I could feel my balls slapping her ass.  We both felt the urgency of the moment and fucked as hard and as fast as we could.  Finally with a low moan she began cumming and fucking me harder and harder.  I buried my dick into her pussy and shot my hot sticky load.  It seemed that she could not stop grinding and taking my cum deeper into her pussy.  Sated, I slid out of her and cleaned up the best I could.  She straightened her dress and we walked back into the ballroom to continue dancing.  “That was a promise of things to come this week” she purred…………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115264703285296512?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115264703285296512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115264703285296512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115264703285296512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115264703285296512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/07/conventional-wisdom-it-was-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115255526744117299</id><published>2006-07-10T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T11:14:27.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the nursery song “Row Your Boat” true?  Is the verse “life is just a dream” a statement of fact?  We all have our fantasies.  Some are played out here for each others’ enjoyment and our own release.  A good bit of what we share on this venue is based in fact mixed with fantasy.  We all have our dreams.  We all have our fantasies.  The trick is to be able to keep these in balance with this daily dance we call “life”.  Maybe that is where this forum comes in handy.  Dreams and fantasies are important.  It gives us something to wake up to and something to look forward to.  Some transfer into goals and aspirations&lt;br /&gt;That being said:&lt;br /&gt;I have goals and aspirations.  One day she will fall asleep in my arms and I will be able to watch over her as she sleeps.  One day she will wake up in my arms and smile the smile that keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;One Day…………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115255526744117299?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115255526744117299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115255526744117299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115255526744117299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115255526744117299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wonder-is-nursery-song-row-your-boat.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115033550868923244</id><published>2006-06-14T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:38:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The post reception party continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had enjoyed making BlueEyes cum I thought I was through for the night.  All I really had wanted to do is watch her enjoy her passion.  She lay there sated and breathing deeply.  I was very proud of myself for pleasing her to the point of exhaustion.  Little did I know that she was not finished.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s your turn she purred”.  I replied “Sweetie I have gotten all I wanted tonight”.  She replied “you hard cock says differently”.  I could not deny my cock was as hard as it had ever been and was begging for release. “Let me take care of that” she said as she moved forward to take my hardness into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;She barely opened her mouth and slid my cock in.  As she went down my shaft I could feel the tightness of her mouth.  I could only imagine that her pussy was as tight and wet as her mouth and throat.  She worked her tongue and her lips in perfect sync to fuck me with her mouth.  When she sucked me to the very back of her mouth I felt the openness of her throat.  With her rhythmic sucking and bobbing up and down my throbbing cock I could have shot my load right then.  Somehow she realized I was too close and deliciously backed off of my cock.&lt;br /&gt;“I want you in my pussy” she said.  There was no way I could deny that request.  “Lie on your back and let me ride” she said.  How could I turn that down?&lt;br /&gt;She slid me to the end of the bed and turned her back to me.  I was disappointed because I wanted to play with her full tasty breasts.  However when she slowly slid onto my cock I forgot about her tits and began enjoying a tight wet pussy.  She had positioned me where my ass was off of the bed and her feet were on the floor.  From that angle she controlled the speed and the depth of the fuck.  She drove me to the brink with short fast strokes that just fucked my dick’s head.  Then she would bury my cock into her hot wet pussy with a long slow stroke down to the bottom of my shaft and fully into her wonderful wet hot tight pussy.  I grabbed her hips and tried to control the speed and depth of the strokes.  She moved my hands and would have no part of it.  BlueEyes was in control.&lt;br /&gt;Finally it had to happen, I could wait no longer.  Like she had a sixth sense BlueEyes pulled off of my cock, turned around, and started sucking it like it had never been sucked before.  No more waiting.  I had to cum!  With her mouth and hands she pulled it out of me.  I shot in waves.  She tried to catch it all in her mouth.  What she didn’t catch dripped down her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to host more client conferences…………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115033550868923244?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115033550868923244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115033550868923244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115033550868923244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115033550868923244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/06/post-reception-party-continued.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115024925926565172</id><published>2006-06-13T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T18:40:59.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The “after” reception was winding down.  I had paid all of my social dues and was looking forward to heading to my suite for a good night’s rest.  Before I left though, I had to find her.  I had to look into those eyes one more time.  Perhaps I would invite her to a more intimate gathering in my suite.  Perhaps I would not have the nerve.  I was captivated by her beauty and her mind.  Could I keep up with both of them?  However it became a moot point as I surveyed the room looking for her.  I could not find her.  Did some other lucky bastard get to her before I did or was the room so full of stupid men that she left alone?  Dejected I walked to the elevator and went to my suite.&lt;br /&gt;When I entered my suite I noticed that the lights were on just enough to see shadows.  It was a dim yet erotic light.  I undressed as I approached the bedroom.  When I entered I was stunned.  There she was lying across my bed.  She was wearing only a pair of black lace panties that I knew were for show not function.  As she lay there I studied her Rubenesque form.  True to the artist’s painting she was a full figured woman.  She is beautiful.  She knows what a woman should look like and is proud of being a real woman instead of the sticks our society claims are real women.  As she rolled over to greet me I saw her full breasts for the first time.  They were round and firm.  Her nipples needed attention.  I was oh so ready to give them the attention they craved.&lt;br /&gt;“I hope you don’t mind that I let myself in” she said.  I answered by taking her in my arms and began kissing her full lips.  All of this time I could not take my eyes off of her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;For what seemed like an eternity I kissed her supple lips.  She submitted to my touch and gave what she could of her mouth.  My hands wandered to her full wanting breasts.  I could take it no longer and slid my tongue to her nipples.  They were rock hard and begging to be sucked.  I obliged.  As I sucked her breasts and she began to moan, my hand wandered down to what I found to be a dripping pussy.  Moving the decorative panties out of the way, I began to explore the depths of her womanhood.  She arched when my fingers entered.  She moaned when I found her hardness and flicked it.  At sometime the panties hit the floor. &lt;br /&gt;My mouth continued its journey down her full body.  Finally it hit the prize and I licked her wet pussy from top to bottom.  Her moans told me that I was doing the right thing.  I decided that tonight was hers and hers alone.  I needed nothing else than to pleasure this woman.  Realizing my goal I intensified my attack of her clit.  I licked it and sucked it until I could feel that she was just about to lose control and then backed off.  My fingers were not idle.  I stuck one, two, and then three fingers up her pussy and found her g spot.  She cried out in delight.  I know she came slightly several times just from being fingered.  I know because her juices were forming a spot on the sheets.  Finally when I could not stand it any longer I stuck one finger in her pussy and one in her ass.  After that I went straight to her clit and began licking and sucking with all my might. &lt;br /&gt;She arched off of the bed and came with a force that almost threw me off of her and onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;When her breathing came back to normal she smiled and said “Now it’s your turn”.&lt;br /&gt;And what a turn it was………………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115024925926565172?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115024925926565172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115024925926565172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115024925926565172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115024925926565172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-reception-was-winding-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115016542065314828</id><published>2006-06-12T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:23:40.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago my company gained a new client and we were working on a project.  Across the room was what I refer to as a cutie/hottie.  All during the meeting I kept glancing at her checking her out.  She had a great body that she tried to hide but her eyes, those burning blue eyes contrasting with her auburn hair.  There was something about her eyes.  Anyway, I was a short project and I only got to enjoy her presence for a short while.  While on the project I noticed that besides being a cutie/hottie there was a brain behind those pools of blue.&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was at a client conference.  I am bad about attending them because even though it is my company I believe I hire enough folks to stroke the clients.  However I do make an appearance – and so did she.  I could not imagine how I had forgotten the eyes.  They matched her smile and infectious laugh.  As the head of the company I surely would have been remiss had I not greeted her personally (and yes, I did blow off several older gentlemen).&lt;br /&gt;I introduced myself and she acted as if she had never heard of me (turn on) and we went to small talk.  I asked about her company and how the project went and she replied in vague polite terms.  We shook hands and I went to circulate but something told me I would be coming back to her table.&lt;br /&gt;As the evening unfolded, I found more and more reasons to visit her table.  Each time she was cordial yet really not impressed that I was there all the while smiling at me and showing me those eyes.  Finally I could take it no more.  I invited her to attend the “private” post dinner reception.  She said “we’ll see”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she appeared at the reception I knew I was done for.  After dinner she had changed into an outfit that complemented her large firm breasts and her tight ass.  I decided then and there that no matter the cost – professionally, personally, ego – I was going to try to make her mine that night.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I did, and maybe I didn’t…………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115016542065314828?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115016542065314828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115016542065314828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115016542065314828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115016542065314828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/06/couple-of-years-ago-my-company-gained.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-115016228033933736</id><published>2006-06-12T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:31:20.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She told me she was going to do something with another.  No sex, just a harmless fantasy trip.  I knew up front and was OK.  Then, I saw the end result of her experimentation.  I was crushed.  Here SHE was doing something with some other man.  I worked and worked through my emotions and decided that all I could do was tell her.&lt;br /&gt;I called.  She answered.  I heard her voice and forgot everything else.  I know she is mine and I am hers.  Nothing else matters.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-115016228033933736?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/115016228033933736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=115016228033933736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115016228033933736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/115016228033933736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-told-me-she-was-going-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114994826746299828</id><published>2006-06-10T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T07:04:27.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She had been a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She disobeyed and now it was time for her punishment.  Today spanking and rough fucking were not punishment enough.  She had been told to shave her pussy and while her pussy lips were clean she had left a “landing strip”.  I told her that when I said I wanted her pussy bald, I meant totally shaven.  This disobedience called for my harshest punishment.  I had only had to do this once previously.&lt;br /&gt;When I told her to pull up her skirt, pull her panties down, and lay back perfectly still she knew what was coming.  In this punishment I get to do whatever I want to her and she cannot move or make any sounds.  There is no tying up involved.  She must lie there perfectly still and quiet until I tell her differently.&lt;br /&gt;Since it was her pussy that caused the punishment I decided to start there.  I took my tongue and slowly went the length of her pussy.  I started at the top and dragged my whole tongue to her asshole.  Once at her ass I gave it a few licks.  Her ass is very sensitive and I knew she wanted to squirm but she knows the rules.  Once the punishment starts, if she moves or cries out I will stop for the day.  I can feel her juices running from her pussy to her ass so I take my time working up to her hole licking all the way.  When I get to her hot wet hole I stick as much of my tongue in as I can,  She opens her pussy with that wonderful muscle control that can milk my cock and I go in further.  I can feel her getting close so I back out my tongue and replace it with my thumb.  Her clit is hard and wet.  Her breathing is deep and almost labored.  I know she wants to move and moan but she is being a very good girl.  It is time to reward her. &lt;br /&gt;Keeping my thumb in her pussy, I slide a finger into her ass.  She moves slightly and I look up and catch her eye and slowly pull both the thumb and finger almost out.  This is her first and last warning.  No more moving until I say so.&lt;br /&gt;I start toward her clit.  On the way I stop to lick and suck on each pussy lip.  No crease or fold can escape my tongue.  Her juices are flowing freely now soaking my face and my hand.  I finally reach my reward – her rock hard clit.  The clit is pointing straight at me and twitching, begging to be licked and sucked.  When my tongue hits her clit I feel the first “small” orgasm.  She can have many of these before she really turns loose.  Today I want her to be teased over and over so I merely lick her clit lightly and then suck her pussy lips.  She wants me to suck her clit but knows she can’t ask.  My thumb and finger are moving in concert in her pussy and ass.  The sheet is becoming soaked with her cum.  It is time.  I move to her clit and suck on it as hard as I can.  I feel the explosion coming and lift my head.  “Cum for me now! Cum loud and hard!”  My head is trapped on her pussy by her thighs she is moaning, and screaming “fuck me fuck me fuck me”.  She is coming in torrents now, thrashing about the bed.  I feel her nails in my shoulders and know that there will be blood.  Finally it is over.  She is lying perfectly still again.  Only this time it is from exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you going to be a bad girl anymore?” I ask.&lt;br /&gt;She replies “I hope so”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114994826746299828?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114994826746299828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114994826746299828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114994826746299828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114994826746299828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-had-been-bad-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114925963353028308</id><published>2006-06-02T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T07:47:13.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I lay beside her totally satisfied my mind starts to wander.  What brought us together?  How have we come this far?  Why am I so lucky?&lt;br /&gt;We both know that our relationship while solid is always on tenuous ground.  There are previous legal “entanglements” that cannot be broken because of the effects on several innocents.  Is having to constantly look over our shoulders part of the attraction?  Is danger of being caught a turn on?  I don’t think so.  When we are together, there are no distractions.  We get totally lost in each other whether we are having hot animal sex or just sitting in a corner of a restaurant.  Anyway, we both have things to lose and yet are willing to take the chance when schedules and geography allow us to be together.  It may well be a good thing that we both travel for a living.  Travel keeps us apart which keeps us safe.  It also makes the short times we have together that much more special.&lt;br /&gt;I lay here and stare at this wonderful woman who for some reason has allowed me into her life.  She says I think too much.  Maybe I do. &lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I am right now the luckiest man on the face of the Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114925963353028308?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114925963353028308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114925963353028308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114925963353028308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114925963353028308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/06/as-i-lay-beside-her-totally-satisfied.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114918086619442586</id><published>2006-06-01T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:55:38.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was late. I hate being late for anything but being late for a meeting with her is the worst. I treasure every stolen minute we have together and now I had wasted 15 of them. Fifteen minutes in traffic when it should have been fifteen minutes eating her delicious pussy. I was more than late, I was mad and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;When I got to our place I could hear noises coming from the bedroom. These are noises normally reserved for me. I was very curious. As I entered the room I could see no one else was there. She looked up at me with her “I’m getting fucked” look and whispered, “I couldn’t wait so I started without you”. For all of our experiences together over the past years I had never seen her masturbate. My philosophy had been “I’m here, why don’t I take care of it”. When I stripped and started to move in and help, she pushed me away. “Just watch me baby. I want you to see everything”. With that, she resumed her self exploration.&lt;br /&gt;She took her right hand and slowly slid her finger up and down from the top of her pussy to the bottom. Every once and awhile she would linger at her steaming wet hole and insert one or two fingers and moan while she finger fucked herself. Her left hand was busy pulling on her rock hard nipples. Each finger stroke was in rhythm with a nipple pull. I don’t know if she realized it but she was grinding on the bed just like I was on top of her plunging. After a bit she got serious and started rubbing and pulling her clit. The little nub was hard and glistening from all of the pleasure she was giving herself. Once she started rubbing her clit the moans became more intense. She was muttering “fuck me, suck me, make me cum, fuck me, oh fuck me”. Suddenly she was rubbing faster and harder. I could see that she was close. It took every ounce of self control I had not to dive into her cunt and suck her clit but I waited. Then it happened, she arched her back, let out a scream and the cum juice flooded from her pussy. The sheets were soaked. Had I not seen it myself I would have sworn she had peed in the bed. But no, there was a virtual puddle of her sweet pussy juice on the sheets. She was shuddering and making small pleasure sounds. I knew that this would be a hard act to follow but as I knelt before her and started cleaning her up with my tongue she shuddered again and started moaning “fuck me, suck me, make me cum, oh fuck me”.&lt;br /&gt;I did………………………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114918086619442586?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114918086619442586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114918086619442586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114918086619442586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114918086619442586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114806012020133791</id><published>2006-05-19T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:35:20.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had recurring dreams about Leigh, the redhead my lover gave to me as a birthday gift.  While I remember she gives a good blowjob and loves to have her pussy eaten I wonder what her pussy would feel like wrapped around my cock.  The night of our threesome I was so hot to fuck my lover I did not explore Leigh deeply.  Recently my lover and I talked about this and she told me that she would have no problem with me fucking Leigh.  She just did not want to be included.  My lover and I both travel so one of us is often out of town when the other of us is in town and available.  Such was the case last week.  I was tied to my desk while my lover was on the coast working until about 4 each afternoon and spending until sundown on the beach.  I was “available” but she was away so I went to my favorite place.  Leigh just happened to be at the bar sitting by herself.  After a couple of awkward minutes, we moved to a booth to share a drink.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the booth Leigh slid next to me so I could hear her more clearly.  She also emphasized her comments by placing her hand on my thigh and rubbing her firm breast against me.  I finally got the courage to invite her to my place.  No pretense involved.  I said “Let’s get out of her and go where we can fuck our brains out”.  We left quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Once at my hideaway, we started kissing and feeling each other.  Her breasts were soft and her nipples were hard.  Her pussy was soft and wet and her clit was hard.  Leigh dropped to her knees and began a slow luxurious blowjob – taking my cock all the way to the back of her throat -- that wonderful spot where her mouth felt like the opening to her pussy.  After a few minutes Leigh asked me softly to go down on her.  I needed no encouragement to taste her sweet pussy and make her moan.  I licked her slit from top to bottom.  I sucked her pussy lips.  I stuck my tongue into her hot hole.  I sucked her clit.  She came in convulsions soaking my face with her nectar.  It was time to live the dream.&lt;br /&gt;I got her onto her knees and was just about to slowly and teasingly slide my rock hard cock into her begging pussy when the bedroom door flew open.  It was my lover and she seemed to be in a rage.  “That cock is mine and it is not going into that whore’s pussy!  Get off of her now and just let me show her what happens to sluts like her.” &lt;br /&gt;I pulled back and tried to step between Leigh and my lover to prevent anything from happening.  With strength that I knew she had, my lover pushed me away and started wrestling with Leigh.  I got back up to separate them and they both turned on me.  “Let us settle this once and for all”.  To keep me from interfering again, they cooperated in tying me to the bed and then went back to their fight.  I was fearful and fascinated.  They wrestled in my sight.  Leigh was pulling my lover’s clothes off while my lover pulled Leigh’s hair.  Finally Lover pointed to my cock which was still hard and said “That’s the trouble maker here.  Let’s teach it a lesson it will never forget”.  I could not move.&lt;br /&gt;One by one they took turns sucking my dick until I was about to cum and stopped.  They passed me back and forth -- always getting me close but never there.  Then my lover climbed on top and just slid my cock’s swollen head into her pussy and used her muscles to massage.  She got off and Leigh repeated the process.  For what seemed like forever they would switch places.  Every time they switched they would let me sink deeper and deeper into their soft hot soaking wet pussies until they finally took it all in.  Both of them would sit on me and just milk my cock.  With Leigh on top, my lover whispered into my ear “so now you have felt her pussy and she has felt your cock”.  It seems Leigh had been having dreams also and my lover had set me up again. &lt;br /&gt;They then exchanged a deep kiss and exchanged places.  My lover said “she can feel your cock but I am not going to share you hot load”.  I exploded and if it hadn’t been for her talented pussy muscles, I know she would have fallen off as she came.  After she drained me completely she offered to share my load with Leigh who fell to her knees and licked her clean bringing her to another hard orgasm and making my cock hard all over again. &lt;br /&gt;I rewarded Leigh for bringing me back to life by lifting her legs over my shoulders and sinking as deeply into her pussy as I could.  I fucked her until she came screaming but I couldn’t leave my load in her pussy.  I pulled out and covered her breasts so my lover could clean her up.&lt;br /&gt; It was a wonderful evening.  I will tell you later how we woke up the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114806012020133791?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114806012020133791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114806012020133791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114806012020133791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114806012020133791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-again-i-have-had-recurring.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114791859640348419</id><published>2006-05-17T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:16:36.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Change In Plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;I caught an early flight.  No one knows where I am.  Made some cash bonus money on this trip and I have an idea how I want to spend it.  I think I am going to get a room at “our” place.  You know where it is.  Only about a 20 minute drive from your office.  Now if you come over, let me tell you what you can expect.&lt;br /&gt;First, I intend to kiss you like you haven’t been kissed in a long time.  We are going to kiss for at least 5 minutes before I even let my hands start exploring your body.  After we have been kissing for awhile my hands will move to your breasts.  I want to feel them.  I want to pull on your nipples until they are rock hard.  I want to hear you moan.  After this I am going to free your magnificent breasts from your bra and remove your blouse so I can suck on your nipples.  They are so rock hard.  While doing this I will move my hands towards your now dripping hot pussy.  As usual you are wearing no panties so I can easily slip my fingers into your pussy and use my thumb on your clit which is begging for attention.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait.  I want to taste you.  I slide my tongue down your playground of a body until I reach the top of your slit.  It is warm, musty, and delicious.  I run my tongue from the top to the bottom.  I move and lick your asshole as a promise to come back later but now I have some serious pussy eating to attend to. &lt;br /&gt;Alternating between licking and sucking your swollen pussy lips I move towards your clit which begs to be sucked.  My tongue pauses to go deep into your pussy only promising something harder will be there soon.  I suck, and you shudder.  You pull me into you and grasp me with your thighs.  You are screaming in pleasure.  But you know what hun?  The best is yet to come (and believe me you will).&lt;br /&gt;Roll over.  Get on your knees.  You are about to be fucked like you need to be fucked.  With your ass in the air, I slam my cock into your dripping pussy.  You are backing up on me and moaning in pleasure as I slam into you, reach around to finger your clit with one hand and pull your hair with the other.  You want something in your ass.  I release your hair and stick my finger in your pussy to get it wet.  Then one, two, three, fingers go into your begging asshole.  I think you are ready.&lt;br /&gt;I slip my cock from your dripping wet pussy and replace my fingers into your ass.  You hesitate for as second and then take a deep breath and push back as hard as you can.  We rock back and forth until we can’t take it anymore.  I plunge deep into you and you push back on me.  I fill your ass with my hot load.  You scream the 3 words I long to hear.  We collapse on each other.&lt;br /&gt;Early flights are a good thing don’t ya think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114791859640348419?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114791859640348419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114791859640348419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114791859640348419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114791859640348419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/05/change-in-plans-hi-sweetheart-i-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114619148705251125</id><published>2006-04-27T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:31:27.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, I miss you.  Been on the road too long”.&lt;br /&gt;“Miss you too Baby.  What do you miss most?”&lt;br /&gt;“Kissing you”&lt;br /&gt;“Caressing you”&lt;br /&gt;“Sucking you”&lt;br /&gt;“Fucking you”&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want?”&lt;br /&gt;“YOU NOW”&lt;br /&gt;After a long conversation, a new spot appears on the hotel room carpet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114619148705251125?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114619148705251125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114619148705251125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114619148705251125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114619148705251125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/04/travel-hi-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114584484156018487</id><published>2006-04-23T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:14:01.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were virgins.  After being together for several years sharing an intensely physical affair, we realized that we were still virgins.  We had experimented with our bodies and found exciting ways to experience extreme physical satisfaction and pleasure.  We fit together, we move in the same rhythms, we can bring each other to climax quickly if needed or spend hours just enjoying the sensual pleasure of slowly fucking our brains out.  But we were virgins.  Though I learned that she will have mind blowing orgasms being taken from behind when I would slide my finger into her tight ass we were afraid to go to the next level.  I had no experience in lovemaking when we met.  She has taught me everything I know.  Tonight we were going to lose our anal virginity.&lt;br /&gt;This was a night when we needed to relax and totally get into each other.  When we met we kissed deeply and held each other tightly.  Slowly I caressed her beautiful breasts and she ran her hands up and down my back.  I took my time undressing her.  Savoring every minute and each discovery as layers of her clothes hit the floor.  One day I will devote an entire day to her breasts.  They are large, firm, and have nipples that get harder the more you suck on them.  I truly believe she can get off just from having her nipples pulled and sucked.  I slide my hand into her warm wet pussy pausing at the top to play with her clit.  As usual my efforts are rewarded by deep breaths and moans as she spreads herself to invite me in.  Now on my knees I begin to lick and suck her pussy.  I move my tongue from the top of her slit to the very back.  I even slide my tongue to her ass as a promise of things to cum.  She begins to shudder as I suck her clit and bring her almost to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments of having her pussy licked she goes to her knees and makes me stand so she can suck my cock.  She gently licks the precum from my head and using her tongue as she goes down takes me all the way to her throat.  Her throat feels just like her pussy.  I am almost about to explode when she stops her blowjob.  Now we need to just start fucking.&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite position is doggy.  I love to ride her and she loves to be ridden.  This also makes her ass very available for tonight’s adventure.  With her ass in the air, her head down, and her knees spread apart I slide into her pussy and sink into her depths.  Tonight while I am fucking her pussy I am also using my lubricated fingers to make the way toward my ultimate goal.  She moans and rocks as I fuck her and slip one, then two oiled fingers into her virgin ass.  It is  time.&lt;br /&gt;I pull my cock from her wet pussy.  It is well lubricated with her juices.  I place the head of my cock against her asshole and give a little push.  Instinctively she pushes back and I slide into her tightness.  We start slowly as I push further into the tightest hole my cock has ever encountered.  She moans her special moan and starts to rock until she has sucked my entire cock into her ass.  We start to slowly rock back and forth.  She flattens herself to the bed with only her ass in the air.  Our pace quickens as both of us realize that we cannot take the pleasure anymore.  Her hot tight ass is sucking the cum from my balls to the tip.  With a primal scream she pushes back on me and starts to cum violently.  I respond in kind and plunge myself even deeper into her ass releasing what feels to be gallons of hot cum in strong spurts.  Our orgasm seems to go on forever until I fall onto her back as she finally lowers her ass to the bed.  My cock softens and slides out of her stretched hole leaving a trail of cum as it does.  I cannot help but lick the cum out of her ass as I watch her asshole go from a size big enough to fuck my cock to death to the original tightness it was when we started.&lt;br /&gt;We are virgins no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114584484156018487?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114584484156018487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114584484156018487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114584484156018487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114584484156018487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-were-virgins.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114553923693018051</id><published>2006-04-20T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T06:20:36.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back To The Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company is involved in rebuilding Condos on the Gulf Coast.  That has afforded me the opportunity to visit often and inspect the progress.  Fortunately for me, one of the nicer buildings has been restored and is available for my trips.  Also fortunately for me, she has ample occasions to travel to the beach.  I try to help her out with expenses by sharing my unlimited access to the Condo.  This weekend our trips coincided giving me the opportunity to mix business with pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;We met in the late afternoon.  My business was completed and she was coming in from a day of lounging in the sun.  When we kissed I could taste the sun on her lips.  She was warm, salty, and sensuous.  Our kiss lasted for what seemed like hours while our hands started exploring each other.  At some point I removed her top and had access to her firm warm breasts.  Each nipple was begging for attention as I squeezed one while sucking on the other.  Low moans came from her throat and she began grinding her pelvis against my now rock hard cock.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly we continued to explore each other.  I cannot remember exactly when we both became totally naked.  This was not to be a rushed hard animal fuck.  We were into each other and were taking our time.  Her pussy was dripping and begging for attention.  My cock was aching.  I laid her on the bed beside the open sliding door and slowly pushed my cock into her pussy.  Her eyes opened and she stared at me lovingly as I slid in until my balls were resting on her ass.  No words were spoken.  This was to be a fuck shared only by the language of our bodies and our eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Soon we found ourselves in rhythm with the sounds of the surf.  As the waves receded I was sliding out and when they crashed back onto the shore I was slowly plunging her depths.  We rocked back and forth in the beach air savoring every move.  Her talented pussy was milking my cock with long loving squeezes.  After a time of perfect rhythm with the sea she started to shudder.  I knew she was cumming and that brought me to the edge.  With no screams, no violent grasping we came in waves to the sound of the ocean.  It was as intense an orgasm as I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;After the first wave, we resumed our dance to the music of the sea.  We fucked slowly and delicately until sunset when we paused only to enjoy its majesty.  I cannot recall how many times we shared our intense slow orgasms.  I only know that her juices mixed with my cum were dripping down to both of our knees.&lt;br /&gt;We took a long warm shower taking turns lathering each other up and rinsing.  Taking turns on our knees:  she sucking my cock and me eating her pussy. &lt;br /&gt;After a light dinner of fresh seafood and cold crisp white wine we went back to the Condo.  We held each other and kissed until we both fell asleep hoping to get enough rest to celebrate the sunrise as we did the sunset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114553923693018051?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114553923693018051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114553923693018051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114553923693018051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114553923693018051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-beach-my-company-is-involved.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114486406103260468</id><published>2006-04-12T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:47:41.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I kiss her I look in wonder at the beauty that is her.  She is wonderful both inside and out.  The most beautiful woman I have ever known.  A free spirit with an appetite for life.&lt;br /&gt;Her lips are moist.  They await my lips.  As I move closer they part, inviting my touch.  She moves closer to me anticipating the joining.  I finally close in and we touch.  The taste is sweet and salty and I can hear the low moan that only she can make when she is starting to move into her pleasure zone.  I can feel her lips swelling as I alternately kiss, lick, suck, and nibble.  When they swell I suck them separately and together.  They part inviting my tongue inside.  Her eyes are closed and her breathing is starting to quicken.  My kiss is having the desired effects.  I confirm this by cupping her breast and rolling her now rock hard nipples between my fingers.  My lips will be there soon dear, I promise.  But right now your lips need more attention.  I slowly slide my tongue inside and she gasps and pulls me closer.  When I slide it out she moves forward to reclaim it but I have other places to go.  My tongue traces the entirety of her lips missing no part at all.  I pull back and enjoy the moister glistening from each lip.  She opens more inviting my tongue again.  I eagerly accept the invitation.  Soon I can take it no more, I must move from her lips and inviting openness.  There is a little friend that is getting harder and harder and begging for my attention.  With my tongue I again trace this precious territory stopping at her rock hard clit.  Using the tip of my tongue I tease it and it gets harder and harder.  “Suck me now!!”&lt;br /&gt;When the screams subside, I slowly work upwards. &lt;br /&gt;Before I kiss her I look in wonder at the beauty that is her………………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114486406103260468?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114486406103260468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114486406103260468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114486406103260468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114486406103260468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/04/kiss-before-i-kiss-her-i-look-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114443831943106974</id><published>2006-04-07T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:31:59.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my birthday alone.  This is my day.  It is the only day that I do not share.&lt;br /&gt;On my last birthday I was sitting at the bar of one of my favorite local places.  I love this place.  About halfway through my dinner, she walked in.  We have a rule that we do not immediately acknowledge each other in public.  There is a “sign” we have meaning “all clear”.  She did not return my sign so I assumed it was not the time for us tonight.  I noticed she had a friend with her and just assumed that it was an official girls’ night out.  Oh well, she had offered to spend my birthday with me but I did have that stupid rule.&lt;br /&gt;As I was finishing my brandy, her companion walked over and said “We noticed you were all alone, are you waiting for someone?”  I allowed that I was alone by choice and mentioned my birthday rule.  She replied that it was not right to be alone on your birthday and her friend had asked her to come and see if I was OK and now that I had told her about my birthday, she was sure her friend would love to invite me over for a drink.  Did I want to come join them?  Well she was a knockout and I was intrigued.  My lover had yet to indicate that she had ever seen me before in her life.  The friend’s name was Leigh.&lt;br /&gt;Leigh took me to their booth and sat on the same side with me.  During our drink, Leigh moved closer and rested her hand on my thigh.  I could feel the warm of her breasts as she leaned on me when she talked to make a point.  Her hand gently kept stroking my thigh and finally moved to my now rock hard cock.  “I think we can do something about this if you want” she whispered into my ear.  Fortunately I run a tab at this place so I did not have to wait for the bill.  We were out and on our way to Leigh’s immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were at Leigh’s she started kissing me and slowly undressing me.  I looked at my lover for a sign and all I saw was her smile.  She came over and joined Leigh and soon I was totally naked.  They pushed me onto the sofa, got down on their knees and started kissing each other with my cock between their mouths.  They took turns sucking me.  I was having a hard time controlling myself but wanted to prolong this as much as I could.  My lover knows when I am about to spray so she was always stopping Leigh right before the moment. &lt;br /&gt;I do not know when they undressed.  I was too distracted by the dual blowjob.  But there they were right in front of me.  “Take your choice” they said.  Somehow I knew she wanted me to do Leigh first.  I lay her on the sofa and spread her pink pussy lips to fully enjoy the view.  Starting at the top of her pussy, I ran my tongue down her slit until I was tickling her ass with my tongue.  Leigh was dripping and squirming.  I knew it was time to suck her clit.  As soon as I hit Leigh’s rock hard clit with my tongue, she started moaning even louder.  I stuck my thumb in her pussy and my finger in her ass.  She bucked and screamed and came until my face was covered.  By then I noticed my lover staring and fingering herself.  She was not going to get out of this without my cum in her and on her.&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed her, turned her around and bent her over.  Slowly at first I slid my cock into her steaming pussy.  She ground back against me and started to moan and rock.  We fucked for what seemed like hours while Leigh alternated licking my balls and sucking her nipples.  Finally I could take it no more and started to cum.  I shot the first thrust deep into my lover.  Then I pulled out and she and Leigh got the rest on their faces.  Licking their lips.&lt;br /&gt;Leigh said it was time for me to go.  I dressed to leave.  My lover had still not shown any clue she knew me at all.  Outside I reached into my pocket for my keys and found a note.&lt;br /&gt;“Happy Birthday Baby”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114443831943106974?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114443831943106974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114443831943106974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114443831943106974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114443831943106974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-birthday-i-spend-my-birthday-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114432615616320480</id><published>2006-04-06T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T05:22:36.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words Of Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a man that doesn't lick his lady's pussy and I will show you a relationship that I can break up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114432615616320480?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114432615616320480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114432615616320480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114432615616320480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114432615616320480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/04/words-of-wisdom-show-me-man-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114415985590417875</id><published>2006-04-04T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T07:11:40.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We spend a lot of time holding each other and talking. There are no secrets to stand in the way of our passion. A long time ago I mentioned that I didn’t get laid until I was in college and then to the only woman I had sex with until I met her. She asked how far I got in high school. Truth be told, I got to feel a bare boob a couple of times and I actually stuck my finger in a pussy once. When she asked what I got in return the answer was “absolutely nothing”.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, both of our current partners were out of town giving us a rare opportunity to spend the whole night together. She told me to pick her up at 7.&lt;br /&gt;When I picked her up, she was dressed like a schoolgirl. I was told we were going on a “date” and she wanted a movie and dinner. We went to the movie first and picked out seats in the back of the theater where we were by ourselves. As the movie started, she put her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her. Soon we were making out like crazy. Her warm passionate kisses driving me crazy like they always do. I made a move to touch her breast and was fended off. It took three tries before I actually got to feel her – above her blouse of course. I then put my hand on her thigh. She spread her legs oh so slightly and I tried to slip up to her pussy only to be stopped. The forth time, I was allowed to touch her panties (which she rarely wears). The kissing continued and I continued to try to get into her bra and panties. She was very good at fending me off. When I tried to put her hand on my rock hard cock, she pulled away like she had touched a snake. Suddenly the lights came up and whatever movie had been playing was over. “Let’s go to dinner” she said and we went to a local hamburger place.&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there she excused herself to go to the ladies room. During dinner we sat on the same side of the booth and held hands. When the food arrived, she reached into her purse and put her warm panties into my hand. I had no appetite for food. I wanted to eat some pussy right then but once again she fended my hands away from my prize. Only allowing me to slide my hand “almost” all the way up. After the food was taken away I asked where she wanted to go. Surely we were headed to the hotel! “How about a drive down to the Lake?”&lt;br /&gt;When we stopped at the lake I was on her with a vengeance. We kissed, I groped, she let me unhook her bra, I sucked her magnificent nipples until they were as hard as my cock. I could feel her losing control so I slid my hand up her plaid skirt and was rewarded with a dripping wet pussy. “Not yet, I need to make up for all that you didn’t get in high school” she said. Then she tore open my pants and pulled out my cock and began a wonderful handjob. As soon as I would get close to cumming she would stop for a minute and then start all over again. When I thought it couldn’t get better, she reached into her handbag. “Trust me” she said as she put hand cream on her palms and came back to my cock. It took every ounce of control not to shoot at the first stroke. Finally she started licking and sucking my cock. Her tongue lightly traced the head before she took me all the way in and started sucking and licking for all she was worth. She must have known what was bound to happen because suddenly she took her mouth off my cock and back into her hands. “Cum for me Baby”!! My high school education was now complete.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the detailer can get that large spot off of the dash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114415985590417875?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114415985590417875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114415985590417875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114415985590417875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114415985590417875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-spend-lot-of-time-holding-each.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25150031.post-114383673180540860</id><published>2006-03-31T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:25:54.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have seen her and we have been together. The emails and phonecalls while great are just no substitute for the real thing. We have been looking forward to our reunion all week. Sexual tension has stretched us to the limit and I am expecting a very very intense greeting followed by some long slow steamy fucking. We are meeting at our usual spot. A place belonging to a friend who is conveniently out of town whenever she and I need to get off on each other. She thinks my plane lands at six. If I know her (and I know every inch of her) she will be there by five "warming up" with the toys I gave her to help while I am away. I have changed my flight to four....................................&lt;br /&gt;When she unlocks the door and slips in with her bag of toys and lotions she has no idea that I am already there with a rock hard cock ready to slam into her hot steamy pussy. I wait for her to undress and watch her play with her newest "friend". She gives it the most lucious blowjob to moisten it up and is slowly sliding it into her pussy when I walk in from the other room. Sheer joy and lust are the only way to describe the look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly dispose of the friend and ask if she wants the real thing. "Fuck me now and fuck me hard"!! I am more than ready to oblige and with no more wasted time I sink my throbbing cock into her hot hole. She moans and starts to buck on my dick as I work it in and out harder and faster. This is not a fuck for technique, this is the first fuck in a long time and it is going to be hard, fast and intense. I can feel the convulsions of her pussy walls against my cock. She is milking me like a dairy maid. Suddenly she is cumming in waves. Her hot juice is almost spurting out of her pussy. I can take no more. Arching my back and with all the strength in my body I slam to the bottom of her pussy and shoot my large hot load as deep as I can. I try to pull out and shoot the second spurt onto her tits but she grabs me and keeps me as deep as she can. We are both screaming at the tops of our lungs.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, it is over. We fall to the side still clutching each other and lay there until my cock shrinks to where even her well skilled pussy muscles cannot hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise Hun, my flight was early.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25150031-114383673180540860?l=luvsicpup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/feeds/114383673180540860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25150031&amp;postID=114383673180540860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114383673180540860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25150031/posts/default/114383673180540860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsicpup.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Luvsicpup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09994663452331805217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
