Luscious D
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Where's my nickname? 
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where's your jack?Luscious D said:Where's my nickname?![]()
MechaBlade said:where's your jack?
Olivia_Yearns said:This was very evocative for me - the otherness of being touched so differently from how you touch yourself, breaking out of old patterns. I changed to my left hand today as a way to be less competent, slow myself down. Very frustrating, and let me take longer, and at the last second went back to my right hand.
It was also evocative because I love to touch/suck a penis very gently sometimes, not aiming to bring an orgasm, but rather the sweet, unhurried sensations of attending. Rosco wrote something about that too, a little while ago, that I related to. It is fulfilling to hear about familiar experiences from the other side.
rosco rathbone said:I jayed twice last night and I feel pretty good about it.
I almost jayed again after watching some japanese chick with tight pants go by.
rosco rathbone said:I jayed twice last night and I feel pretty good about it.
I almost jayed again after watching some japanese chick with tight pants go by.
Marquis said:How do you know she was Japanese?

spacekowboy420 said:Holy fuck , that's hot.
ForeverNAlways said:just thought it would help...
btw - thank you for your compliments, Tort![]()
ForeverNAlways said:Ok - 1st entry... edited: sorry it's so long..![]()
I'm wearing the skirt in my av. No panties. I've sat here at work all morning working myself up, editing a story, and playing with fantasies in my head until I had to cross my legs tight enough to lift my pussy and keep the dampness off the back of my skirt - all the time becoming more and more turned on by the secretive movements under my desk.
I sit in an open area - clear partitions divide my work area from the other two drafters in the office (both male) on one side. The front of my desk faces one of the main walkways in the office. Any one walking down it is facing me.
I ate lunch, still teasing myself - squeezing my thighs and pussy muscles rhythmically as I sat here. With the occasional person passing and my face flushed, my heart racing with the need to touch myself, just a little bit - any bit at all, until I was brushing my thighs past one another, letting the inside of each one just almost brush my clit with enough pressure.
Soaked and swollen, I tossed the rest of my lunch and went out to my car. I moved the car to a shaded spot at the corner of my office's property that afforded me a view of the building and anyone that might approach me. I put my right leg over the console, my heel in the passenger seat. After scooting my seat back, I bent my left leg and planted my foot on the dash on the other side of the steering wheel, effectively opening my legs wide to the hot humid breeze of the afternoon.
The most inconsequential detail (or what I would have thought of as such) was that the sun broke through the leaves in the tree shading my car. Through the moon roof (which was open) a shaft of sunlight hit the area of my lap and with a very small shift, landed on my exposed pussy lips when I lifted my skirt to my hips.
The heat of the sun was amazing. A totally unexpected sensation, that combined with the feeling of being exposed and the thrill of masturbating there in the open was just ... amazing. My pussy gushed with wet heat and soaked my fingers. I laid the seat back intent on putting more of my lap in the sun, but still keeping an eye on the building.
I imagined someone seating in the passenger seat, my leg across his lap, his hands on my calf, his eyes watching my movements as I circled and rubbed my clit, occasionally sinking my fingers into my pussy for a few thrusts, and then returning to my swollen clit.
My hips lifted from the seat there at the end, as my hand moved faster and faster. And my eyes closed - any thought or concern I had about someone coming up on me was gone. Then I came, and the heat from the sun on my groin really felt like it raced to spread over me.
It was a very nice lunch.
ForeverNAlways said:I'll take the pulsating throbbing to be a compliment -![]()
Although this was a actual account of my day, I am a budding author. So the fact that I expressed myself well enough is more of a compliment than you know.![]()
