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The St. Petersburg hotels

2006-11-03T21:41:00.000-08:00

The St. Petersburg hotels are traditionally divided according to their level and quality of services. The most wide-spread are 3-star hotels, and there is a great deal of them in St. Petersburg. The most fascinating thing about them is their price, which is much lower comparing with that of the other groups of hotels in spite of the fact that the hotels conditions are of a good quality, and there are all the necessary appliances. In the rooms one can find everything needed for a great and comfortable rest.

Deck of Cards

2006-04-28T09:55:00.000-07:00

During the early 1970's a bunch of eager and willing young men had been taken to a sound stage outside Manchester to shoot a porno film. After a tiring morning several of the men were called back for the orgy scene in the afternoon. Inside a large trailer, after they had been given the outline for the scene by the director the fluffing was taken up. Those of the boys who had 'jazz mags' took them out, but this one boy had only a deck of cards and so he spread them out. The Directors runner saw the cards and said "Long John, put those cards away". After the afternoon shoot the boy was taken before the Producer of the film.
The producer said, "Why have you brought this extra before me?"
"For playing cards when he should have been making wood sir."
"And what have you got to say for yourself boy?"
"Much sir" replied the extra.
The Director said "I hope so, for if not I shall make sure you never put your dick in one of my starlets again".
The extra said "Sir, I've been on the nest for about six days, I had neither 'jazz mag' nor 'Tijuana bible' but I hope to satisfy you sir with the debauchery of my intentions" With that the boy started his story.
"You see sir, when I look at the Ace of Spades it reminds of a naked, unshaven woman laid before me.
And the Deuce reminds me that it takes two to make a fuck scene.
And when I see the trey I think of double penetration, two into one.
And when I see the four I remember that foreplay can get me hard and my opposite number wet
And when I see the five I am reminded that it takes all five fingers for a fisting.
And when I see the six, it reminds me of the nine, which makes up 69.
When I see the seven, it reminds me that Debbie did all Dallas in just seven days.
And when I see the eight it reminds me of the figure of a bbw.
When I see the ten, that's the perfection I aim for in a pop-shot.
When I see the King it reminds me that there is but one John Holmes.
And when I see the Queen I remember that I have done "gay for pay"
And the Jack is what I need to do before the cameras roll.
When I count the number of spots on a deck of cards, I find 365, the number of spots of cum in a good facial.
There's 52 cards, the same as the number of women I've fucked… last week.
There's four suits, the number of films made in a week.
There's twelve picture cards, the number of stag loops in a month.
There's 13 tricks the number of men a woman gets through in a morning shoot.
So you see sir my pack of cards serves me as a Playboy, a Penthouse and a Rustler. Plus the fact that there are pictures of naked woman on every card."
With that the Director said "ok then"
And that my friends is a true story. I know. I was that extra.

She Came By For Her Things

2006-03-20T11:06:00.000-08:00

I had rapidly recovered from my depression as a result of my wife, Lee, leaving me.
Good friends and some solid relationships helped a lot there.
I returned to my classes at the massage therapy school where I teach, business seemed a little slow, but it kept me busy.
I also noticed that suddenly I was getting a LOT more female clients for my home massage practice, too.
It seems that when a male suddenly becomes eligible, word gets right around. I was getting 5 to 6 new clients every week, and that is way beyond normal!
To be honest, it was fun!
The day the divorce papers arrived was a bit of a shock, there is a certain finality to sitting and reading them.
Lee's demands were simple, all she wanted was her share of the retirement account, the car that she already had, and her personal belongings. I couldn't gripe, so I signed the papers.
That was the end of it, as far as I was concerned.
Then about 2 months later, there was a knock on the door. It was Lee, there to pick up her items. I let her in, we made some uncomfortable small talk.
Then she looked me up and down, and said, "Ted, you look good!"
I thought about it, I was down 20 pounds. The combination of working at my practice almost every night, and meals consisting primarily of fruit and produce was honing my body very nicely.
I smiled and countered with a comment about her in response.
And she DID look good, her hair had grown out some, with nice light highlights. She was wearing a pullover loose top, obviously braless, and a soft skirt than came to just above the knees.
It popped in my mind that that she might even be pantiless. Then I dismissed that thought, after all we were in the process of divorcing.
I went into the living room, and happened to glance out the window. There was Carey, sitting in the Van outside, waiting! He apparently didn't have the nerve to face me.
Lee came out with a packed suitcase, and she plopped down on the sofa. I noted that her hand brushed back a strand of hair, and her nipples were visible through the soft material of her pullover top.
I stepped around behind her, and began to softly rub her neck and shoulders. She let out a sigh at my familiar touch, so I increased the strokes along her neck and shoulders, letting my fingers brush her earlobes.
I let my fingers slide down, to brush her nipples, she turned her face to me and we kissed.
There was no stopping this now!
Her breath caught, I began to caress her more and more, then I sat on the sofa beside her. I ran my hands up her thighs to find a wisp of panties, and I just slipped them off.
She reached for my belt, and in a flash we were nude.
She opened her legs wide for me, I looked down at the sweet pussy I had enjoyed so many times. Then I rolled over and rammed myself into her in one full motion!
I was like a chunk of steel, I pounded at her like a wild man, almost in anger in the way I took this woman!
Her head rolled back, mouth open, her hips thrashed back to meet me.
Her climax came first, then mine with a shudder as I blasted inside her.
I withdrew, still hard, and moved behind her.
She just said, "Oh!" As she realized what I was going to do.
I spread some of our joined fluids across her anus, and slipped in just a bit. I felt her relax, then I rammed into her to the hilt!
She grunted, then responded, as I pounded away some more.
I reached around and placed my hand on her clit, swollen to the size of my thumb.
She came again, and again as I jammed at her.
Finally I exploded in her again.
We lay like that for several minutes, and I withdrew.
I pulled on my clothing, grabbed her suitcase, and walked out to the Van.
I pulled open the side door, and set the case inside.
I looked up at Carey, sitting in the driver's seat.
"Hi, Carey!" I said. "Lee will be out in a minute!"
Then laughing wildly, I went back into the house.
Lee was sitting on the sofa, beginning to dress, still looking a bit unkempt at this point.
I smiled at her, and said "Thanks! Pop by again sometime..."

0001

2005-11-01T15:34:00.000-08:00

Kim Chronicles Ch. 02
After getting out of the shower, she put on her favorite black bathrobe and walked back into the living room. She picked her romance novel back up and continued to read, almost not being able to concentrate as soft orgasm aftershocks rocked her body. She had reached the last chapter when the phone rang. She picked it up to hear Linzy, her best friend, on the other end.
“So how’s it going Kimie?” she asked excitedly…Linzy was a cheerleader at the college they both attended, so she naturally had lots of enthusiasm.
“Pretty good Linz, you’ll never believe what just happened.” Kim said with a smile on her face.
“Oh my God…what?!” She proceeded to tell Linzy about the amazing events of that day and the wonderful orgasm that came from it. Linzy sat silent on the phone, in shock of what she was just told. “Wow, I have to see this wonderful new toy of yours, maybe even try it out myself.” Linzy said with an excited giggle.
“Oh, definitely, I might even have to show you just how much pleasure it can give you.” Kim was shocked as the words rolled off of her tongue without thinking. She heard Linzy moan on the other end and she felt the wetness building between her legs. Kim hung up the phone and ran to her room. She slipped into one of her silk nightees and went back to the living room. She thought of what was going to happen when Linzy arrived and it began to turn her on. She had never really thought about having sex with other girls, but this excited her. Linzy was a cute girl; her short blonde hair seemed to frame her cute face, and her body was almost a perfect hourglass figure. All complimented by her 36C chest, “not as big as mine, but still sexy.” Kim thought.
She could was so wet by now that she could feel it slowly dripping down her legs, she slid her hand down and took a bit on her finger. She took the finger into her mouth and licked it clean, her sweet taste almost putting her over the edge. “Wow, I need to calm down or I’m going to cum before she even gets here!” A knock on the door shook her out of her fantasy world and back to reality. “Come In!” Kim yelled and heard her guest walk in. She walked down the stairs slowly, wanting to give Linzy a good, long look. Just then her eyes widened and she couldn’t speak. A tall man, with long dark blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes stood in the doorway. Despite her shock, Kim wanted him badly.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Wayne, one of Linzy’s friends, they called her into work, so she called me and asked me if I would come keep you company till she got off. You must be Kim.”
“Yes…yes I am.” She answered, still a little confused. She extended her hand for a handshake; Wayne slightly took her hand in his and kissed it gently. She couldn’t help but swoon a little. “No man I know would have ever done that.” She thought. She noticed his eyes wondering around her body, she couldn’t help but want his hands, exploring every crevice of her shape.
“She didn’t mention how beautiful you are.” He said, looking deep into her eyes.
Kim blushed but noticed how close he was to her all of a sudden, she could feel his touch on her arm, and it made her shiver. Before she knew it their lips had met in a deep passionate kiss. He carried her to her bedroom and laid her softly on the bed. His warm hands explored her body as he licked and sucked on her erect nipples. She moaned with great pleasure, which began to grow as she felt his hand begin moving up between her legs. She opened her legs a bit wider to allow him better access as he stroked her sex through the soaking wet panties. As his large fingers caressed her clit, she could feel her orgasm building already. She wanted so badly to cum all over his fingers, to let him know how bad she wanted him. “OH YES! RUB MY CLIT BABY!” she shouted.
As she was cumming she opened her eyes to see Linzy, between her legs, rubbing Kim’s clit furiously. Confused but still in ecstasy she came all over Linzy’s fingers. Linzy licked Kim and her fingers clean, “Wow, that was so hot baby.” Linzy said, licking her lips.
“But, where’s Wayne?”
“Oh, he’ll be over in a little bit.” Linzy paused and looked at Kim strangely, “but wait, how did you know about him?”

work-at-homemom

2005-10-09T17:24:00.000-07:00

Flashflood
My heart rate rises as his voice in my ear, intimate and knowing, sparkles along my nerves. My breath shortens to oxygen starved gasps as he tempts me to paths I've never taken, these are things I've never admitted to anyone, to him, to myself. And his voice entices me, coaxes and coerces and leads me.
My blood thunders down channels that five minutes before were quiet, unrecognized. And still his voice carries me on.
With my eyes closed I lean back to feel his palms and fingers explore my body, his skin warm on mine, thighs hard between mine, tongue and teeth possessing lips and throat and nipples, and I am wet to welcome him deep into me.
I can feel him, hands sliding along my back and shoulders, up into my hair, fists holding my hair and pulling my head back as his lips move from my mouth to my neck, tasting my racing pulse, the fire he ignites in my blood, in my flesh. I can feel his urgency, pushing against me, into me, filling me with him, with his heat. I can feel his lips open on my nipple, teeth pulling and teasing. His hands on my body molding me to him. His voice low in my ear making me shiver.
His voice is relentless, merciless, driving me toward his goals, his possession, exploration, ownership of every inch of me from the inside out. Every inch of skin, every gasped response, every nerve vibrating to his whisper. I follow his growled commands, gladly parting thighs wider, opening mouth for his exploration, lifting my hips for him to better take me.
More than anything I want that possession, his imprint on me, marked and taken and owned by this sweet magnificent man who knows my secrets and my desires and swims through those dark waters with me, for me.
In this moment we are both aware that he can gain anything from me he wishes, I am remade in his voice, his desire, his demand.
The cliff edge calls in his voice, the delicious freefall of release, freedom and flight the paradox of his control.
Lightheaded and breathless, I am weak with wanting his touch. I want his hands, his mouth, his body on me, inside me, making me his to command, his to keep.
Again he builds me toward spinning orgasm, his voice a constant stream pushing me, filling me with his wants and his words. Gladly I drown in him. And want him to come with me. "I'm not ready, but you are," he says, and that fast I'm lost again in sensation, darkness closing over my head and bright colours starburst behind my eyelids. Inarticulate, I cry out again, and he is ready.
My desire is to explore him, hands and mouth knowing his details, tactile imprint on every surface of myself. I want to feel his heartbeat under my ear as I lay my head on his chest. I want to feel his skin warm under my hands, against my body as I slide along him, feeling him rise to meet me. I want to taste him, learning him with my lips and tongue as I have learned him with hands and skin, looking into his eyes as I stroke and caress. I want to explore him completely as he has learned me. His moaned reply tells me he enjoys it as much as I do.
His voice is sensual and wicked in my ear as I feel him finally take the possession he wants, taking me to a place inarticulate and overwhelming. Driving harder and faster, our breathing quickens, becomes synchronized as we come closer to that edge, sensation filling us and sweeping us over past control.
His voice continues to fill me, even as I can no longer speak, and I feel his ownership of me complete, his control pushing me over the cliff as I listen to his whispers, harsh and soft and coaxing. I feel him against me, in me, around me, becoming the only reality I can be aware of, want to be aware of, fulfilling every want I have ever had or could imagine.
Finally he is as ready as I have been again and again, a new note of urgency in his voice, the rush of words quickening even as my heartbeats quicken to this new tone. Barely able to breathe with the need I feel, every part of me rises to his voice, his desire, his command of me to be entirely his.
But then the circuit is broken and our connection lost.
I return the phone to its cradle, my phantom lover to his everyday world and my desire to the box it lives in until he rings again.