She said: And They're Off!

Sitting chatting online, L asked me if I'd like to go with him to the racetrack in a couple days time. After confirming the times, I agreed - I was sure I could get out. Remembering what happened the last time we went to the track, I suggested that we meet there each in our own vehicle. I knew L particularly wanted to see the 10th race and if something did come up, I didn't want him to miss seeing it because he had to take me back to my car. He's such a sweetie, he wouldn't have complained, but I'd have felt badly. L agreed that two vehicles would be okay, but then the following night asked if I'd like to meet at his office beforehand for a quick fuck. Of course I said yes. I'm so easy....sigh.

I left the house early. As I left, I texted L to say that I was leaving and running errands on the way, but that he should confirm our meet time, since things could have changed since we last spoke. While I was in the second store I hit on the way, he responded to say we were still on and asked if we should meet at the track or at his office. Since I thought we had already agreed on the office, I wondered if perhaps L didn't want to get together before and was giving me a choice hoping I'd meet him at the track. This is how my mind works, unfortunately - always overly sensitive about whether someone actually wants to be with me or not. Even if it were what I wanted, I couldn't bear being with someone that didn't want to be with me. I responded to say that the office was fine...unless he preferred to meet at the track. He then said that either was fine with him. Sigh. I digested this for a few minutes before answering....did he want to meet beforehand or not? Before I could respond, he clarified his preference - to meet at his office - and asked if that was okay. I said, "Yes, please!"

I arrived at his office just a few minutes before he did and occupied the time reading my book. I saw him pull up out of the corner of my eye and we went inside. We didn't want to eat up too much of our track time, so we got right down to business. We quickly undressed and lay down side by side. L took a fistful of my hair and pulled my head to his, kissing me. His hand roamed from in my hair, down my back and placed hot pinches on my ass, before moving up to my hair again. He asked me how I wanted it and for once, I knew exactly what I wanted. I had been thinking about riding his cock all day.

I got ready to climb on top, but one look at his hard cock was my undoing...I just had to suck it. There's something about having this man's cock in my mouth. A few swirls with my tongue and then I scooched up his body, straddling his hips. As soon as I guided his cock into me, I knew I'd be cumming in no time at all - I nearly orgasmed just getting properly seated. I tried to hold off as long as I could - when I'm on top, my orgasms are very strong and afterward I feel so very lethargic, that it's sometimes hard to continue and I didn't want to make L wait. It felt incredibly good, though and I think that was the quickest I've ever come to orgasm. L clearly was of the same mind, since he was quite vocal and came within moments of me.

After a short break, I started to move again, but now I was so soaked that we were making interesting squelching noises that were more than a little distracting. Giggling, I suggested to L that perhaps it would be helpful if I cleaned up a bit before we continued, but he said we should pack up and head out, since we were only meant to be having a quickie and we didn't want to get to the track too late. I was a tiny bit disappointed as I was sure it would be a multiple orgasm kind of day, but he was right. He knew I wanted more, though, so before I scampered off to the bathroom to clean up, he kissed me and promised that if I were good at the track, we could stop in again on our way home. When I returned, L was already dressed and packed up.

With the promise of a return for round two, we ended up driving together after all and it wasn't long before we were parked and walking in to the track. The day was quite breezy, but thankfully the sun was shining so it didn't seem so cool. Neither of us had brought our jackets with us. We arrived just as the 6th race finished. I had perused the program the previous night and had chosen my picks for the first 6 races, but since I now have a better method for picking my horses, it would be simple for me to apply that method and continue picking the subsequent races, so I wasn't worried.

Soon after we arrived, L was texting with his friend - his tout - and turned to me to say that his friend was also at the track. Uh oh! I asked L if this was a problem and offered to split up with him or leave, but he said that it was fine and that he'd just introduce me as a friend he ran into at the track should his friend happen by. That did mean, however, that I would have to keep my hands to myself. I sometimes find this hard when we're together - though I'm not usually in other parts of my life, I'm very touchy-feely with L and touch him often, even if in a small way. Happily, further texting later on would reveal that his friend had misunderstood L's earlier questioning and was actually at their local bar rather than at the track.

This was my third visit to the track (Visit #1 and Visit #2 here) and you'd think I'd be used to losing by now, although I did much better than I have in the past. Normally, the horses I choose come in near the end of the pack. Too bad there's no prize for dead last! This time, however, I'd bet a horse to win, and it would place second or bet a horse to place and it would come fourth. I was always just out of the running. I was stunned, however, when the horse I chose to win in the 10th race actually won! Of course, L had done a great job as usual throughout, winning exactors and more complicated bets as we went along.

It was getting late, so we went inside to cash in my betting voucher and my winning race voucher. I was still down $10 from when I started, but really, $10 for an afternoon of fun is nothing. We walked back to the car hand in hand, then travelled back to his office, chatting as we went. It was getting late and I should be going, but I couldn't resist the pull of going back inside for something quick before leaving. I explained to L that time was very short and it was decided that we'd have time for at least a blowjob.

Although I'd do it and still enjoy it, I much prefer performing blowjobs on a naked man - not only do the clothes provide restrictions as to how much of him I can take in my mouth, but I also like to stroke and caress his legs, ass and abs with my hands while my mouth works on his cock. With that in mind, I had L remove his pants and underwear before getting settled in a comfy chair. Deciding to change things up a bit, I grabbed some lube and rubbed it into my hands. Alternating between sucking him and stroking his cock, he was soon rock hard. I looked up when his body shifted and was a little pissed to see him with his cell phone in his hands. I was torn between concern at losing my touch or concern at losing my temper, thinking he was checking his effing email, but mollified my reaction (either way) when I said with mildly questioning raised eyebrows, "If my hands weren't full of lube just now I'd take that away from you."

L looked at me surprised - then it dawned on him where I was coming from and he quickly explained that he had grabbed his phone to take a picture of the proceedings. Feeling decidedly chastened, by way of apology I offered L the option of either cumming down my throat or on my face. He didn't think too long before deciding on the latter and he stood up to have me finish the job. I turned it over to him at the last moment and when he was done, there were streaks of cum in my hair, all over my face, on my breasts and dripping all over the floor. Have to admit - it made a great picture.

He said: V mounts up

The weather forecast was good and there was a stakes race at our local racetrack so I asked V if she'd like to spend a few hours watching the horses run. With fall quickly approaching it was likely to be our last visit to the track for the year. It had been a while since we had fucked so I asked if she'd like to stop at my office for a quickie before and she quickly agreed.

On the appointed day at the appointed time we met and went inside. This was to be a no nonsense fuck so the mischief bag was still tucked away in it's hiding place.The blanket was spread, our clothes were shed and we quickly got down to business. A few kisses, a few pinches on the ass and V was ready to ride. In keeping with the theme of the day I laid on my back and she lowered herself into the saddle. It usually doesn't take V long to cum when she is in cowgirl mode though I guess in this case it would be more properly described as jockey mode. I knew she was going to ride me hard and put me away wet as she ground her pussy against me with me hard cock deep inside. I was doing my best not to cum too fast even though she was providing a considerable amount of stimulation. Finally I couldn't hold out any longer and told V I was going to cum. She responded by telling me that she had also been trying to hold off so I let go, she let go and we came almost simultaneously. V continued to fuck me. Even though I wanted to continue I knew that we had to get going so I reminded her that we had to get going soon so she reluctantly dismounted after I promised her that if she was a good girl there might be more sex for her later in the day. We cleaned up, got dressed and headed off to the track.

After parking and getting settled in we go down to the serious business of deciding which horses to bet on. I had a reasonably successful day, winning more money than I spent. V won on the last race of the day, her first win in the three times we had visited the racetrack. She seemed more surprised than anything else since her previous handicapping experiences had always been money losing ventures. The only tense part of the afternoon occurred when I received a text from one of my friends who is a big horse racing fan which made me think that he was at the track too. V made sure she kept a respectable distance between us until I determined that he really meant her was at a local bar we occasionally frequented.

We drove back to my office after cashing out our tickets and I decide to feed V's oral fixation for our second session of the day as we had limited time. I stripped off my pants and underwear as V lubed up her hands and began to work on my cock. V looked so hot I pulled out my phone to take a picture of her as she played with my cock. V of course figured I was checking my email or something because she growled at me. I laughed as I explained that I was simply taking pictures. I decided that since she had doubted my motives I was not going to cum in her mouth as usual but instead cum on her face. I slipped on her blindfold so that I didn't get any cum in her eyes and unleashed a torrent of cum. Though I had originally been planning only to cum on her cheek and maybe her lips but instead managed to shoot cum in her hair, on her breasts and even some on the floor. The picture I took became my second naughty pic of the week. For sticking it out until the end of this post I offer you another picture from that day. The black areas are an attempt to both shield V's identity and to look artistic.

Our HNT #45

We call this our Mischief Bag, but you might call it a......

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TMI Tuesday - 9/19

What would you do?

1. You encounter a good looking lost and frantic tourist looking for the airport. You:
A) Shrug your shoulders, feigning ignorance.
B) Find the shortest route on your smartphone and get him/her a cab.
C) Direct him/her to the nearest bus stop.
D) Get your car, pick up him/her luggage and speed to the airport.
I think B is the closest to what I'd actually do, though I'd want to do D. I think I'd be too wary about taking someone I didn't know alone in my car, though.

2. You’re taking a vacation alone. Your destination:
A) Beach resort — I just want to relax and de-stress.
B) A group tour — I don’t want to worry about the details.
C) Wherever the dart lands on the map.
D) Every country with a hostel — my backpack is my home.
Hmmmm. None of these. If I were taking a vacation alone, it would be to someplace I've always wanted to go and it would be very organized. I'd know about the place, how to get around, where things are on the map, what I'd like to do and see while I'm there. I'd know how much the admissions to things were and what the opening hours would be and I'd probably have sites grouped by area so that I could get as much into each excursion as possible. Then I might choose to do nothing at all once I'm there, but I'd be prepared if I did want to. It would be like the group tour, without the group....combined with the beach resort headspace of relaxing and de-stressing.

3. Blackout! You can’t watch TV, so you light some candles and:
A) Dig up some batteries and listen to the radio.
B) Invite the neighbors, light a fire and sing camping songs all night.
C) Find a friend and play games that don’t require electricity. . . Like chess.
D) Drive to the next town — oh sweet Wi-Fi, I’ve found you!
Chances are I'd read by candlelight, but if I had to choose one of these answers, I'd go with C and hope they would enjoy something more...stimulating...than chess - in which case, a fire would be nice, too.

4. The man/woman of your dreams has finally proposed. The relationship is perfect, they are everything you’ve ever dreamed of and ever wanted. They are also a multi-millionaire and want you to sign a prenuptial agreement. Which would you do?
A) Sign it
B) Just not get married
I'd sign it. I'm not interested in what people have, just who they are. If they are who I think they are, they would provide for me if something went wrong anyway...and if they didn't? Well, I'm a strong independant woman and I'll manage on my own. I'd never fight family, friend or lover for money, even if I were entitled to it. I would not, however, have the same qualms about fighting a corporation or workplace for my due.

5. If you were going to marry an inanimate object, what would you marry?
Note: A woman has married the Eiffel Tower and another has married the golden gate bridge. Read about it HERE
Wow...strange question. I think I'd rather remain single than marry an inanimate object. I'm definitely someone that requires lots of human contact. I've also been accused of being too pragmatic and lacking in imagination, so I think this just wouldn't work out for me.

Bonus: You’ve just inherited a manufacturing plant that specializes in plastics. What are you going to make?
Aaaand another strange question! I'd probably manufacture kitchen implements. Then I could design my own instead of always searching everywhere for cooking utensils that are the exact shape I want, etc. (I know...I'm very anal)

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She said: V is Naughty

I arrived and after a very short wait, L gave me the "all clear". We went in and set up. No big rush today - circumstances allowed us more time than usual. After a big hug, we undressed and took to our blanket. I scooted over close to where L lay on his side and lay on my side facing him, sliding my knee between his thighs and wedging my thigh tightly into his crotch. Wiggling even closer, our bodies touching from where my head rested by his shoulder to where my pointed toes just barely touched the tops of his feet, we kissed and rubbed on each other. I reached my hand in between us and took his cock in my hand, augmenting the press of our bodies.

I wasn't long before he was hard. I rolled to my back and he followed, impaling me in one swift motion. Head back and eyes closed, I moaned my pleasure. I rested my hands on his upper arms and held on as I joined him stroke for stroke, heels dug into the floor. We fucked vigorously and I whispered dirty thoughts to him in the quiet room. L came - and not quietly, either - I think he likes it when I fuck him back. Smiling up at him as he continued fucking me, I added my hand to the mix to help out. L pulled his cock out, slotted it along my slit and lay his weight on me, sliding back and forth, his cock head bumping my clit with every very wet glide. This felt incredibly good and in no time, I orgasmed.

Both of us tired and sweaty from the exertion, we lay resting and talking quietly about this and that. Feeling rather mischievous, I leaned over and bit his nipple. "Ow!", he exclaimed. A few sentences later, I leaned over and bit him again. He sat up and rifled through the mischief bag, coming up with a ping pong paddle. He warned me that I'd better stop biting his nipples, or there would be consequences. I moved so that my hands rested on either side of his head and my body hung above his and kissed his neck and ears....then moved down toward his nipples, to find his hands covering them. I laughed. I asked him to move his hands, which he did...and then I bit his nipple. And laughed. He reached for the ping pong paddle, only to find that when he was busy covering his nipples, I had reached back and slid it out of his reach. Laughing at his protests, I nipped him again and then asked him what he'd like me to do instead. He said he wanted to fuck me again and asked me to suck his cock. I happily slid down his body and sucked him enthusiastically until he was rock hard. He climbed on board and fucked me thoroughly, both of us climaxing together.

It was at this point that I remembered that we had once again failed to play with the anal plug we are supposed to review for Eden Fantasys- the Bootie Butt Plug. Laughing, we decided to take it out of its package and check it out. Based on the shape of it, we thought this one might actually stay in. L lubed it up and the smooth silicone ensured it was inserted with no issues. Sure enough, it seemed to stay in with no problems. The t-style handle is flat and contoured to the shape of my bottom, so knowing it would be no problem sitting with it in, I suggested to L that I'd like to try to wear it until bedtime to see how comfortable it would be. He seemed amused by this idea and agreed.

We got dressed and packed up. L was heading off to meet some friends and I was planning to stop for groceries on my way home. After a hug and a kiss we parted ways. I drove back across the city and pulled into a grocery store that I thought might have a hard-to-find item I had been seeking for the last couple of days. As I got out of the car, I was gently reminded about the butt plug as I walked across the parking lot, chuckling to myself. How many times have I heard someone describing a passerby as "walking like they had something stuck up their ass"? Was that meant literally? It suddenly struck me as funny that I had never considered that they actually might have an anal toy up their ass! Was I walking funny? I didn't think so.

I soon became engrossed in picking up grocery items and forgot all about the plug. I paid and left, going to a second grocery store, where I finally found that elusive item and then stopped in at an electronics store to look at stuff before finally heading home. After putting away my purchases and finding something to eat, I went and sat on the couch with my book. I was engrossed when a sudden vibration heralded the arrival of a text message. It was from L and read: "Is it still in?" I smiled and responded that it was. We chatted on and off for the next hour or more before I finally went off to get ready for bed. At this point, I had been wearing the plug for nearly 5 hours and only in the last 30 minutes had it started to become a little uncomfortable, so I was pretty impressed with that.

I removed and washed the plug, stashing it with my other sex toys and got ready for bed. Snuggling in under the covers, I relaxed and smiled, thinking back on all the wonderful things that made up my day as I drifted off to sleep.

He said: Not really a pickle in her ass

Due to an oversight on my part I managed to make it to the office on our preplanned V visit day without my office keys. This meant that we ended up in a less desirable part of the office where the floor was a little harder, the temperature not so controlled but V and I are troopers so we soldiered on. The blanket was spread, clothes were shed. After a short bout of snuggling and kissing I mounted V and gave her a hard fast fucking . It had been a while since V and I had been together and I was having a hard time holding back, her pussy was so warm and tight. She was thrusting back as best she could as we talked dirty to each other. It wasn't long before I came. V likes clit fucking so after fucking her for a few more minutes I slipped out of her pussy and rubbed my cock along her pussy with the head sliding over her clit. I wanted to push V over the edge so I bent my head down and took her nipple between my teeth. A good hard - but not too hard - nipple bite will usually push V over the edge but not this time. It took a few more minutes of clit rubbing and nipple biting before V moaned in orgasm.

We were in no rush so we spent a few minutes in post coital chit chat. V was very feeling particularly naughty and kept biting my nipples. Finally I grabbed the ping pong paddle and told V if she continued I was going to give her a paddling she wouldn't forget.V decided that she should put her mouth to better use and move on to sucking my cock. It wasn't long before I was on top of V once again.The room was hotter than normal and the exertion made us sweaty and slippery. I was having a hard time really giving V the good ramming she likes so much because my hands kept slipping on the blanket. I took a handful of blanket in each hand and drove into V over and over again. We soon climaxed and I collapsed on top of V, thoroughly satiated and exhausted.

We separated and V rolled over on her stomach at about the same time I spied the anal plug from sex toys provider Edens Fantasys that has been waiting patiently in our mischief bag for review. No time like the present I thought as I pulled it from the package and lubed it up. As I slid into V's backside she let out a small exclamation.We had ordered this anal toy because the other ones we had just didn't want to stay in without a herculean effort. V commented on how comfortable it felt and told me that she planned to wear it until bedtime if she could. We packed up and headed our separate ways. When I contacted later that night true to her word she was still wearing the plug.

Our HNT #44

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