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“You are NOT going to seduce me!” When I heard this, it made me angry. For months I had dreamed of his cock, the way it would look, the way it would smell, the way it would taste, even the sound the zipper would make as he pulled it down. And now he was going to [...] Once again, I am the luckiest girl in the world, and soon to be the laziest blogger in the world, to keep getting these delicious stories. It’s taken a year, but we’re finally in the same place at the same time. I know you had other reasons for coming out here, but you and I both [...]
October 17th, 2009 | Share the Minivan Ride:
Sometimes, you meet people, but don’t discover shared interests until later. I met this person about a month ago, and sadly we did not connect until later on the internet. He was kind enough to send me this letter AND a video. The letter you can read, the video is mine alone. I want it to [...]
October 10th, 2009 | Share the Minivan Ride:
Should I tell you about my husband wrapping my throat with a scarf as he fucked me from behind last night? Is that too much? I was having online sex with a friend who said he wanted to fuck me in a church while he wrapped a rosary around my neck. I told my husband, who just [...]
July 22nd, 2009 | Share the Minivan Ride:
This is a story written for me by Sir, a dear, dear friend who understands completely my submissive tendencies. Only those who get that will enjoy the story. It is not for everyone. ———————————————————————————————————— I have been watching you all though the [...]
June 28th, 2009 | Share the Minivan Ride:
I have never fucked while drunk, nor have I ever fucked anyone who was drunk. I am not a drinker, and could never understand people who needed to get drunk to get laid. To me, the dulling of the senses, the impairment of the movements, and the lack of full awareness was a hindrance to [...] You work all the time. Your brilliance and passion are what made me first notice you. When I first heard you speak, it made my cunt snap to attention. Listening to you was like a drug, and I wanted to stay high as long as possible. When I told you I was interested, you seemed surprised, like you were [...] It started at Stein Mart. I went in to get my mother a present, and found myself gravitating to the back of the store. I knew what was back there. I pretended that I was just browsing, but then I found myself trying them on. Shoes. I had never given much thought to shoes, or to [...]
May 13th, 2009 | Share the Minivan Ride:
My friends and husband would lock me up if they had seen what I wrote to you, the horrible, nasty dirty things I told you. Wives don’t talk like that. MOTHERS don’t even think like [...]
March 27th, 2009 | Share the Minivan Ride:
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