here i go ...

Which pic(s) should I submit next for the '08 Ladies of Lit calendar? Choices p. 243


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questiongrl said:
(ssshhhh ... don't tell on me!)


I wont but i see your game...
get me all distracted with your hubby and you go posting pics...
I didnt get to see the one with the juice...
*waaaaaaw*
totally pouting now!
 
questiongrl said:
*blush*
you noticed that, eh? dripping all down my fingers ...
*Note to self: Bang head against wall until unconscious, then after waking, hang out in QG's thread much much more often.*

Sorry I missed the forbidden pictures, QG, I'm sure they were a fantastically delicious sight. Your latest panty shots sure are yummy, though. :kiss:
 
see now this time thing is really pissing me off, stayed here till i fell asleep with the lappy on my kneee, and missed it all again, fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck. how pissed am i that i missed the good ones. well i will have to console myself that i can still see the panties shots at least!!!!!! love all of those they are gooooddd


mutters to himself

bastard bloody sleep, fucking gonna have to move countries at this rate - hate bloody time diferences and all that crap - but it means i can be awake for the postings!-why was I born here and not there
 
Hey baby, looking great!

Sorry I havent been around lately...had net problems but they are fixed now and I found those shots I promised you! PM me so we can hook up again... :kiss:
 
A fantasy...

I arrive at the Westin in Philadelphia about 5 minutes past 8, which means that I will be 5 minutes late in her eyes, but am 20 minutes late in my eyes. The cabbie, believe it or not, had gotten on the wrong way on I-95, and after 2 minutes of my pleading to him that he was going South instead of North, he realized his own mistake and put things right.

And now, rushing through the front doors, to the lobby, to check-in, hoping that she's late.

"Hi, checking in." I hand over my credit card while breathing just a bit too heavily. The woman behind the counter gives me a creepy stare, but I just ignore her as I turn around, looking for her. Of course, I have never actually met her, only seen the pictures here on Lit. So I'm nervous that I might not recognize her, or that she's angry for my tardiness. Then the strange thoughts enter my mind, that she's really a 70 year old man with a voice box who lured me here with sexy pictures of his grand-daughter. I shake my head and turn back to the front desk.

"Ah yes, we have you staying 1 night. The room is as requested, here are the 2 keys for the room. The elevator is just down that hallway, on your left, and you are on the 8th floor."

I haven't heard a word she has said to me. I turn quickly from the front desk, hoping to get upstairs and comfortable, thinking that I just happened to beat her there.

"What's your rush?"

I was only 3 steps away from the desk when I heard the voice, and I knew. I stopped cold, and turned a little too quickly, so much that my right knee hit into my luggage during the turn. Ignoring the slight shot of pain shooting up towards my crotch, I focused in on her. It was her. Just as her pictures showed. Only, the fact that she is in front of me, my heart racing at lightening speed, the butterflies doing karate in my stomach...I can barely breathe.

"Hi..."

Shit. Hi? That's all I can say? I'm here, in Philadelphia, after a 2 hour flight at the end of a very long work day, and all I can say is hi??? Someone should kick me in the balls.

"Hi hun...so, why are you rushing?"

"Well, I'm late, and I had wanted to be in the room before you arrived. I'm sorry that I wasn't"

"Oh, no worries babe. Besides, I've been here since 7:30. I wanted to catch you coming in, so we could head upstairs together."

She smiles, and it radiates through me. Before I know it, her hand is slipping into mine, and I already feel a warm blanket of comfort slide over me. For months I have been waiting to feel her, to touch her...to finally kiss her. To feel her body wrapped around mine, our fantasies swirling out of our minds and into our physical bodies. To pleasure her in every way possible. And tonight, in just mere minutes, we were finally going to know each other's scent, taste, and every other minute detail that comes with hours upon hours of making love.

We walked to the elevator together, pressed the up button, and she nuzzled her head into the nook of my neck. She breathed lightly, my heart raced again, and I heard her whisper, "I cannot wait for you to hold me...."

I turned and faced her, and as my lips pressed lightly up against hers, the elevator doors opened. We entered, the doors closed, and we were both beyond content....
 
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RURAHRAH said:
A fantasy...

I arrive at the Westin in Philadelphia about 5 minutes past 8, which means that I will be 5 minutes late in her eyes, but am 20 minutes late in my eyes. The cabbie, believe it or not, had gotten on the wrong way on I-95, and after 2 minutes of my pleading to him that he was going South instead of North, he realized his own mistake and put things right.

And now, rushing through the front doors, to the lobby, to check-in, hoping that she's late.

"Hi, checking in." I hand over my credit card while breathing just a bit too heavily. The woman behind the counter gives me a creepy stare, but I just ignore her as I turn around, looking for her. Of course, I have never actually met her, only seen the pictures here on Lit. So I'm nervous that I might not recognize her, or that she's angry for my tardiness. Then the strange thoughts enter my mind, that she's really a 70 year old man with a voice box who lured me here with sexy pictures of his grand-daughter. I shake my head and turn back to the front desk.

"Ah yes, we have you staying 1 night. The room is as requested, here are the 2 keys for the room. The elevator is just down that hallway, on your left, and you are on the 8th floor."

I haven't heard a word she has said to me. I turn quickly from the front desk, hoping to get upstairs and comfortable, thinking that I just happened to beat her there.

"What's your rush?"

I was only 3 steps away from the desk when I heard the voice, and I knew. I stopped cold, and turned a little too quickly, so much that my right knee hit into my luggage during the turn. Ignoring the slight shot of pain shooting up towards my crotch, I focused in on her. It was her. Just as her pictures showed. Only, the fact that she is in front of me, my heart racing at lightening speed, the butterflies doing karate in my stomach...I can barely breathe.

"Hi..."

Shit. Hi? That's all I can say? I'm here, in Philadelphia, after a 2 hour flight at the end of a very long work day, and all I can say is hi??? Someone should kick me in the balls.

"Hi hun...so, why are you rushing?"

"Well, I'm late, and I had wanted to be in the room before you arrived. I'm sorry that I wasn't"

"Oh, no worries babe. Besides, I've been here since 7:30. I wanted to catch you coming in, so we could head upstairs together."

She smiles, and it radiates through me. Before I know it, her hand is slipping into mine, and I already feel a warm blanket of comfort slide over me. For months I have been waiting to feel her, to touch her...to finally kiss her. To feel her body wrapped around mine, our fantasies swirling out of our minds and into our physical bodies. To pleasure her in every way possible. And tonight, in just mere minutes, we were finally going to know each other's scent, taste, and every other minute detail that comes with hours upon hours of making love.

We walked to the elevator together, pressed the up button, and she nuzzled her head into the nook of my neck. She breathed lightly, my heart raced again, and I heard her whisper, "I cannot wait for you to hold me...."

I turned and faced her, and as my lips pressed lightly up against hers, the elevator doors opened. We entered, the doors closed, and we were both beyond content....


no! no! no! you cannot stop there, RAH! I need to know what happens ...
 
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