Your Mission  

absolutelynormal 56F
6016 posts
5/26/2006 8:19 am

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Your Mission

OK, In my 198th post I asked for ideas on this, my 200th. I am going to take a couple of ideas that were given and merge them. My friends Gerson and Intensity came up with these.

[SIZE 4This is your mission should you choose to accept it:

Go to an opposite sex blog, look at the keywords.
Take the 1st 10, use them to write a 200 word story to post here in my blog.

If you choose to, you can write something longer than 200 words but at least that long.

You may make your story about anything you wish, but since this is a sex site and you're using keywords, it may very well be about sex.

I think this will be great fun. Try to pick someone who is NOT like you. For me, I would have to chose someone like ExPatBrit, course then it would be a story about the porduce counter at the market

this post will self-destruct in 30 seconds

ps you must state who you stole "your" words from and post your story on your own blog too

rm_1sexyroo 56M/55F
333 posts
5/26/2006 12:14 pm

Sounds like fun - but one question...if we are a "couple" does that mean our opposite sex site would have to be a "single"?

absolutelynormal replies on 5/27/2006 6:22 am:
OK, I hadn't thought that far since most bloggers are just a single. It' doesn't really matter as long as these people single or couple think unlike you. ok? Thanks for playing roo

jdocfunguy 50M

5/26/2006 1:17 pm

I accept you're challenge. However, don't expect a timely post as 200 words will severely tax my writing skills.

absolutelynormal replies on 5/27/2006 6:23 am:
Come on jdoc!! You can do it!! Let yourself go! Mac

rm_gerson42 52M
2419 posts
5/27/2006 12:37 am

My word are stolen, ahem, I mean borrowed from 1hotwahine who is most definately of the opposite gender and nothing, I mean nothing like me. In short, I qualify.

[size4]Last night I had a very bizarre dream that had the most bizarre characters in it. It all just seemed so real. See, I was addicted. Not to drugs or alcohol but to this absurd behavior of blogging. I need to write it all out, my therapist will want to analyze it with me. I know that in reality my dreams are a manisfistation of my subconscious and that the extension of that is that if I dream it the stuff is coming from within me. Yet I can't get past the people in it. Their names and their personalities.

For instance, their was Justa.... Justaseeker, Caressmewell, Southrnpeach333 and Sexydisaster30. I'm gonna skip past their names, not even going to start with that. I mean what kind of people would call themselves by such names? What's of great interest is that these characters in my dream roved in a pack. They flitted in and out of my dream, saying a little something here and there, sometimes leaving crumbs of innuendo of what I could only perceived as that of a sexual, teasing nature. It's almost as if they were just yanking my chain. Provoking me. I've gotta double up on my therapist appointments.


absolutelynormal replies on 5/27/2006 6:20 am:
YAY!!! Very nice Gerson !!! Out of ALL the people who viewed this post, you were the only one (so far) to actually do this. Thank you Ger

absolutelynormal 56F
6563 posts
5/27/2006 7:15 am

I borrowed words from Danteszippo. We're very opposite. It's more than 200 words, but you know how I am. There have to be enough words to make it a story, know what I mean?

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She was giving him head again. She was doing it the way he liked it. SOrta 69 but she was not astride him and he knew better than to touch her because doing what she was doing makes her so horny, if he touched her she would not be able to concentrate on sucking his cock.

So he laid back and watched. Thsi was different angle, she loved to blow him in the chair, he loved it to but this sorta just happened spontaneously.

Her ass was in the air, wiggling, squirming. He could see her pussy glistening. Her desire for him was apparent. All of what he was viewing was making him so much more hard and even hornier, if that was possible.

He said "Baby, stop for a minute," she shook her head, swirled her
tongue around the head of his penis, holding it out of her mouth so he could see while he was feeling what she was doing to him.

He grabbed her, pulled her to him. Kissed thoselips that he day dreamed about so much. He had his hands in her long, dark hair, it was so soft, so silky.
She had her hand around his shaft still.

SHe pulled back from the kiss and said "I love the way you're looking at me right now." Her voice always changed when they were having sex, it was softer, sultier. "I wish you were fucking me, right now," she whispered in his ear, her hand still pumping him.

She pushed him down on his back on the bed. Being the horny guy he was he didn't object, he loved for her to take charge. She sucked him until she knew he was about to cum, and stopped. Didn't touch him, just sat there and watched his dick hum.

She got on top of him. His cock was big and it was a tight fit. She had to work it in. She stopped, reached over to the bedside table. Put a big drop of COLD lube on his cock and tried again.

GoddessOfTheDawn 105F
11238 posts
5/27/2006 8:17 am

can I just congratulate you (again) on 200? My other comment must have been swept under the rug by gerson

have a great weekend

absolutelynormal 56F
6563 posts
5/27/2006 12:00 pm

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Paging Doctor Blogwhore, paging Doctor Blogwhore, please call 2722.

Damn, that's ICU, what can they want now.

I immediately go to the phone and call them.

"This is Dr. Blogwhore I was paged."

Thank God, we found you Dr. Blogwhore. A young man here is brain dead. His family has given us consent to transplant his organ.

"I see, prep him for surgery immediately. Has the recipient been notified?"

Yessir, he's in the Penis Trauma Unit now. He had a tragic accident. It was a dark night. He and his girlfriend were driving home. She decided to give him some road head, she had a seizure and chewed his poor pecker right up.

"How terrible for the both of them. If we're going to help them we must move now" I said but all I could think was OWWWW, my cock!! "Get them both to the OR stst!!"

Later in the OR

I cut off the young man's cock and balls. The accident victim's penis had already been removed as it had become gangrenous.

"Time is of the essence I screamed at the team, it will be a long tedious surgery, just look at the size of this cock. This guy will be able to make any pussy happy if we can get it sewn into place. "FUCK ,I must get these stitches tight, I don't want him losing a lot of blood.

I looked back at the "donor". There was another team harvesting his lips and histongue. We are the only hospital that specializes in the love arts in the area. He had been a goodlooking young man, his parts will help many become better lovers. His family should be proud.

Several hours later after all the stitches are in place we place a sterile cockring on the transplanted cock to make sure it work and that there are no leaks. the surgery is a success!! at least here in the OR.

HBowt2 58F

5/27/2006 2:06 pm

ok..i would if i knew where to get his keywords.....

absolutelynormal replies on 5/27/2006 5:03 pm:
go to your blog home page. Look in the gray area and there will be a link that says keywords. Click it and a list will appear of the words you use most often in your blog. You can click on any bloggers blog and find out what their keywords are... nifty eh?

Thanks for visiting HBowt2. Please come back and play Mac

rm_cru1972 44M
4407 posts
5/27/2006 2:18 pm

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My words are AHEM borrowed from whispersoftly

As the two of them were sitting on the couch in each others arms, he slowly leans into her and whispers in her ear I love you. She turns her head and tells him, I love you too. A few moments later, his hand slowly carressing her shoulder moves down her side. Lazily he runs his hand across her breast. He is slowly gaining his confidence. She is ever so much letting him too, for she truly enjoy's his advances. It had been a long time since anyone paid trhis much attention to her.

She leans back into his chest, slowly letting all inhibitions flow from her body,and reaches behind her to carress his cock. At this time, he leans forward, and with his tongue slowly, and sensuously licks the spot right behind her ear, driving her mad with passion. He decide's that now is the time, he reches down and gently raises her shirt above her head.

By now her pussyis extremly wet. They are both so horny they are unable to control themselves. She tells him that tis is the first time in a long time she has had the desire to fuck. He really does understand what she say's for he already knows her story.

They head of to the bedroom, and he lay's her down on the bed so he is able to lick her cunt like she has never been licked before. They change positions to a variation of missionary, for he wants so much to see the look of passion he causes on her face while he is fuckingher to orgasm

absolutelynormal replies on 5/27/2006 5:06 pm:
Mac claps!! Very nicely done cru Strange using words that you wouldn't ordinarily use isn't it? Thanks for doing this

chasingfun27 38M
1108 posts
5/27/2006 3:55 pm


absolutelynormal replies on 5/27/2006 4:55 pm:
CHasing, go to your blog home page. Look in the gray area and there will be a link that says keywords. Click it and a list will appear of the words you use most often in your blog. You can click on any bloggers blog and find out what their keywords are... nifty eh?

ProtonicMan 47M

5/27/2006 4:46 pm

Don’t bash me for length: It’s around 600 words.

Keywords: hubby couples love fuck lips phone kisses panties forum ankles
Source: mmmgoodnova (She had posted to your blog recently, and I figured it would be a good place to start.)

The phone in her purse vibrated just as she stepped out of the elevator. She glanced at the number on the screen, saw it was her hubby, and flipped it open.

“Hey, guy. How was work?” she said into the phone. His job was dragging him down, and she had been worried about him lately.

“Hi, beautiful. There was an interesting discussion at the forum this morning, but that doesn't matter. I have something else on my mind,” he replied.

“Oh. What is it?”

“Where are you now?” he asked.

“Just walking out of the Towers. Why?”

“I know you have plans with your girlfriends tonight, but can we meet for dinner first?” There was an unusual urgency in his voice.

“Um,” she paused. “Yeah, I guess so. Where?”

“I’m on my way downtown right now. Meet me at Claudio’s in 15 minutes.”

“OK. I’ll see you there.”

“Thanks, babe. I love you.”

Several couples were waiting to be seated when she entered the restaurant. He stood and waved. She sidestepped the crowd and flowed, almost danced, across the room. A smile played across his lips as he watched. She had the best legs in the whole city, and the fine gold chains on her ankles contrasted nicely with her sheer black stockings.

They hugged, exchanged a few kisses, and sat down. He looked happy, more relaxed than she had seen him in a while. He smiled at her just as the waiter arrived with her diet soda and glass of water. She remembered how thoughtful he was, and returned the smile.

“What’s going on? Is everything OK?” she said.

He grinned back at her broadly. “Things couldn’t be better. I got fired today.”

“What happened?” she replied, incredulous. She knew things had been bad, but this shocked her.

“The product line VP wanted me to falsify some test reports. I told him, ‘Fuck no.’ He had a dying duck, and had HR on the phone in 30 seconds.”

“Wow. So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to take my severance package and set up that shop I’ve been talking about. I’m just going to play for a while. If I can make some money doing that, great. If not, I’ll find another job when the unemployment runs out. But most importantly, I’m going to make up for a year of neglecting a certain lady.” His eyes sparkled as he said that.

“Ooh. I’m excited for you,” she said as she slipped off a shoe and snaked a foot under the table to tease his leg.

They talked, laughing and flirting through dinner. She excused herself before they left, and when she returned he rose to greet her. They strolled arm-in-arm to the door, and she stopped him on the sidewalk.

She said, “Honey, I really want to go home to celebrate with you, but Natalie is only in town tonight, and I haven’t seen her for months…”

He smiled and bent to kiss her. “That’s OK, babe. I understand. Have fun with your friends. I’ll be home when you get there.”

He was such an amazing guy. “Thank you. Will you do me a favor?” she said, reaching into her purse. “Take these home for me, please.”

“Sure.” He reached out his hand, and she handed him a small wad of fabric. He looked down, then at her wicked grin, lifted the damp panties to his nose and inhaled deeply.

She tilted forward onto her toes, gave him a quick kiss, spun on her heel, and strutted away. He tucked the prize into his jacket pocket as he watched her gleaming ankle bracelets disappear around the corner.

Happy 200th, Mac.


absolutelynormal replies on 5/28/2006 3:19 pm:
Mac CCP's the entire post leaving out the panty sniffing scene Mac

rm_1sexyroo 56M/55F
333 posts
5/28/2006 12:00 am

keywords: bdsm dominant thighs party group control straight leather ankles beard

Helen walked in, tossing her keys on the table she saw the note.

"Pick you up at 9 sharp! Dress as you always do - we're off to a party"

Hmmm, she thought, a party...for who and what's the special occasion? She kicked off her shoes and sauntered over to the cupboard, grabbed a wine glass and poured herself a glass of white. Glancing at the clock, she realized that it was after 7 already and if she was to be ready by 9 she'd better get her ass in gear.
Taking the bottle of wine with her, she checked the phone for messages - just one from PJ.
"Hi you! I hope you saw my note, I'll be there at 9 - don't keep me waiting. I love you!"
She laughed as she erased the message and headed off to run a steamy bath.
Slipping out of her sun dress and panties, she took a long look at herself in the mirror. "Not bad for 45" she thought. Her breasts were still firm, there was a little fullness to her belly but not enough to cause her worry. She ran her hand down over her thighs as she slowly turned around to enjoy the view of her lovely ass. She had always thought of her ass as her greatest asset and apparently so did a number of others. She smiled at herself in approval and slowly slid into the hot scented water.
She lay there for a few moments, embracing the jasmine scent and letting go of the stress of the day. Slowly, she sat up and reached for the razor.
"This maybe be a party we're going to, but if I know PJ, there will likely be a private party for 2 afterwards." She started at her ankles and slowly worked her way up wards...alllll the way upwards, straight to PJ's favorite place to party.
Finishing, she sipped her wine and let her mind go over what she should wear. Something short n' sassy - or something sexy n' slinky? Maybe her leather halter dress?
Realizing that her time was running out,she plucked the plug from the tub and stood up to turn on the shower. A quick shampoo and she was done.
Wrapped in a towel, she did her hair and make up before going to the closet to make her final choice for the evening.
Standing with hands on hips, her eyes searched the closet looking for what, she wasn't sure. She reached in and grabbed a few hangers and tossed them on the bed. Standing back looking at what lay before her, she decided nothing there was what she wanted so back to the closet she went. Another armfull of clothing was tossed on the bed, followed by another.
"Oh fuck it!" she said. " This is ridiculous!" She tossed herself onto the bed amongst the clothes. Reaching for her glass, she thought about calling PJ and telling him that she wasn't really interested in going out - why not just stay in and "party" right here in bed. At least that way she wouldn't have to decide what not to wear.
"I can't do that, that would really disappoint him. Get a grip, girl get control of this situation and just pick something. He'll love whatever you wear because it's on you!"
A quick glance at the clock again revealed that she had only 15 minutes until PJ's arrival. She reached for the red silk top with the plunging neckline and a black leather mini skirt. Thigh high stockings and some stilletto's would top off the outfit. This was going to be a no pantie night!
One last check in the bathroom mirror, a small spritz of perfume and she was, at last, ready. Two minutes to spare!
The door bell rang as she heard PJ calling her name. "I'll be right there!" she called. As she headed out to the kitchen to grab her purse & keys, PJ grabbed her wrist, swinging her around to face him. His new beard, slightly soft but still kind of fuzzy, grazed it's way across her cheek as his lips made their way to hers.
After a long, welcoming kiss, she pulled back reaching up with her hand to caress his cheek. "You look handsome tonight", she cooed.
"Well," he said, "I've tried my best - just for you! Now, I have a couple of presents for you! But first, you have to close your eyes."
"Close my eyes?? Why?"
"Please," he said "Just close your eyes. I've waited a very long time for this night, and I think you're really going to enjoy it. But I want the whole evening to be a surpise - a surprise for your senses as well as your emotions. Please, just close your eyes."
Helen shrugged her shoulders, her curiosity getting the best of her but she closed her eyes and waited.PJ placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her away from him. He clasped her hands together in front of her and she felt something soft & furry yet firm closing around her wrists.
"My aren't you the dominant one!! And....what have I done to be such a bad, bad girl?"
"Nothing ...yet!" He replied.
Nervously licking her lips, she waited to feel what the other surprise was. She could feel his warm breath on her face so she knew he had moved in front of her. PJ gently slid his hands through her hair, pulling it back from her face. She felt him place something on the top of her head, sliding the front portion down over her eyes before sliding the strap down the back of her head. Like the furry cuffs around her wrist, this mask too was soft and furry. After fitting the mask into place, PJ slipped a finger under one side and told her that she could now open her eyes. Once open, he re adjusted the mask so that she could see him clearly.
"Well, if not for the cuffs, I'd say we were going to a Mardi Gras party!" Helen said as she giggled.
"Not even close!" PJ said." We'll be joining a group of my friends for some ....pleasurable entertainment. I think we are ready now - shall we go?"

One day months later, while Helen was getting ready for a blind date, she giggled wondering if this would be anything like her "blind folded" date. Her introduction to the world of bdsm that she had grown to love and crave!

absolutelynormal replies on 5/28/2006 3:23 pm:
Really, really well done! Mac claps You guys musta blogged somewhere else before. You've only got 73 posts, shouldn't be able to write like this unless you're teachers or sumpin. Thanks for playing our game and making my blog a more enjoyable place Mac

HBowt2 58F

5/28/2006 1:53 am

go to your blog home page. Look in the gray area and there will be a link that says keywords. Click it and a list will appear of the words you use most often in your blog. You can click on any bloggers blog and find out what their keywords are... nifty eh?

Thanks for visiting HBowt2. Please come back and play Mac

I knew I was missing something.....i got no link for keywords.....

absolutelynormal replies on 5/28/2006 3:25 pm:
Help!!! GOTD!!!!

bipolybabe 54F

5/28/2006 8:46 am

Thanks, Mac, for the game. Happy 200th post.

From Green_Tea_Boy: fuck parents cigarettes irish books cock lipstick leather mental queer

Wearing my short black leather skirt, I sucked some Irish cock in the ladies’ room and then reapplied my bright red lipstick. Smoking cigarettes afterward in the club, I looked at his books on the table. I said, “Who takes books to a club?” I asked if he were mental or queer.

He said, “Yes.”

I said, “Fuck! Wait 'til my parents hear about this.”


Check out my blog Bi-Poly-Babe for more sensual, sexual pleasure!

absolutelynormal replies on 5/28/2006 3:26 pm:
Sucking Irish cock in the ladies room? Not you! You wouldn't do that, lol!

LustyTaurus 48M  
21253 posts
5/28/2006 10:47 am

Congrats on 200 posts!!...

absolutelynormal replies on 5/28/2006 3:27 pm:
Thank you LT, you know any excuse for a party

rm_mmmgoodnova 105M/105F
1259 posts
5/28/2006 11:51 am

Okay, here goes. But I have several male authors that I have chosen from, as below--my story may be above 200 words, but what the hell...

P.S. Love is ubiquitous... head is pretty common, water, too...hmmmmm....maybe these guys aren't as different from me (or is that from each other?) as I thought...however, there were some interesting words, don't you think?


Lagano (who hasn't posted in a while!): love, profiles, head, straight, pain, giving, erotic, english, fake, black

TexNVa: cock, fucking, phone, party, love, first time, pussy, orgasm, balls, giving

rappahannock man: love, weekend, water, head, smoke, books, woods, vanilla, party, mountains

Fun1968xxx: love, head, blogs, pussy, lips, cock, tongue, fantasy, lick, straight

Phineas2005: love, party, florida, couples, group, water, neighbor, york, brains, london

ProtonicMan: love, blogs, water, phone, head, curves, shower, kisses, lips, suck
(who honored me with his own story )

Miami Mischief

The weekend away was a godsend. She holed up at the cabin in the woods, resting her head against the pillow of the comfy sofa by the window as she watched the placid water of the lake, vanilla-scented candles flickering, her books and papers to grade forgotten as the classical music played softly on the stereo and she daydreamed. A stream of smoke from the fireplace drifted from the cabin, wafting upward and outward to eventually mingle with the low clouds hanging over the mountains on the other side of the lake. All was quiet, and calm. Despite her peace, she began to daydream about a much different setting, another time just a few weeks prior...and her lover that she would be meeting again soon...

The party had been in South Beach. Florida was an entirely different world, it seemed. She had always wanted to go, so in a moment of impulse, on spring break, she went. And her she was, sitting outside, the warm sun caressing her face, arms and bare legs. Sinuous, tanned couples in little clothing, swaying to a latin beat on the beachfront deck, the sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses as everyone welcomed another evening in paradise. The water shimmering as the sun began its, or at least passion, permeating the air. She sat alone at the bar, wishing she were part of the group at large, enjoying the scene but feeling a bit disconnected, the environment so at odds with her life in rural Virginia.

Just then she noticed a new addition, as a handsome man took his seat at another barstool a couple of seats farther down. He, too, seemed to be by himself. For some reason, despite his tanned and toned physique, there was something that screamed "brains" about the guy. He looked smart, successful, polished. And maybe single, she thought, noting the lack of ring and no telltale tan line to give away a married man on the prowl. Her new neighbor looked over and smiled, revealing a flash of white teeth, the smile reaching his eyes as well, which were a striking shade of gray, almost silver.

His hair, almost black, shone in the sunset as he inclined his head to her, saying "Good evening" in a deep, rich voice that had a slight accent--English, perhaps? Perhaps he was from London?

"Hello," she stammered back, unable to take her gaze from his. There was something truly arresting about him, almost erotic...oh, Lord, the pina colada was really getting to her, wasn't it? She didn't believe in love at first sight. Just because some giving her the eye, her head was not even thinking straight, she scolded herself. She looked away, averting her profile a bit, frowning.

Not realizing how fierce she was looking, she was startled and then, highly amused when he leaned over and asked, "Are you all right? You look as if you are either upset, or in pain?" "No," she giggled, her voice rising higher, abruptly stifling her laughter as she self-consciously thought, how fake that sounds! I was just thinking about something that made me grimace," she said. "Grimace, eh? That's a word that not many people use in everyday conversation," he smiled at her. "Sorry! Hazard of my profession, I expect. I'm an English teacher and always try to get my students to expand their vocabulary," she smiled back. "You probably don't need any help."

He didn't seem to mind. After a few minutes of idle chitchat, he asked if it would be all right if he moved down to the stool next to her so that they could talk in a more normal tone of voice. She agreed, charmed that he'd asked, not assumed. He was even more attractive close up, his voice like warm English treacle, his smile frequent and yet spontaneous. They spent the next couple of hours engaged in spirited conversation. She found out that he was, indeed, English; that he was divorced, had a seven year old daughter of whom he shared custody; that the divorce was not his decision, but his wife's, that he now agreed after five years apart that it had been the right thing (she had since fallen in love with her personal trainer, it seemed, and by the sounds of it they had really only married because she had become pregnant with their daughter). He was also on a well-deserved holiday, didn't know what had made him choose Miami but had always wanted to visit other parts of the US, having only been to New York and LA on business.

She was surprised at how open and flirtatious their conversation became, how quickly it became sexually charged, how open she felt with him. She loved the feeling of being drawn in, admired and caressed by him, thinking about what his lips would taste like, what his tongue would feel like plumbing the depths of her mouth. As the conversation progressed, she found that they both participated on a website that specialized in sexually explicit blogs, that there they both felt able to reveal parts of themselves that they ordinarily didn't feel comfortable sharing...that both of them had a head for writing, for description, for fantasy. No longer was she just imagining kissing him...she began wondering what his cock would look like, taste like, feel like in her now-soaked pussy.

When he asked her if she wanted to explore some of the things they had written about, she didn't hesitate. They quickly settled the tab, made their way up to his suite (much more elegant and spacious than her small room--complete with hot tub, not just a shower). He lifted the phone, asked that he not be disturbed, as she poured them another drink, not allowing herself to feel nervous or tentative. The clothes melted off of them between deep, fervent, passionate kisses. He unabashedly admired her curves with eyes, with lips, with his hands and his words, as she reached out to stroke him, marveling at the chiseled muscles of his abdomen, his thighs, the strength and hardness yet smoothness of him. Her lips opened, she knelt before him, beginning to lick and then suck him, reveling in his taste, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, taking him farther and farther in her mouth until she was deep-throating him, bringing him almost to the verge of coming. But he wanted to get in the hot tub, so he made her stop, lifted her in his arms, strode to the edge of it (when had he filled it? she thought, bemusedly...but then forgot to think at all as he set her down in the warm, bubbling water, quickly joining her there, stroking her breasts, licking her nipples, biting them gently, finding her clit underneath the warm, sensual waters and stroking it as she arched upward. The kisses continued, the caresses soft and slow, then more urgent, the kissing becoming more insistent as well. The enjoyed the feeling of the water around them as they became more heated, more ready.

And then he was inside her and they were fucking, her pussy filled, his balls feeling marvelous as they half-slammed, half-floated against her, the sensuous feeling of liquid around her, hard cock inside her giving her a tremendous, liquid orgasm unlike she had ever experienced before--but then, this was her first time making love in a hot tub. As she gasped and moaned with the amazing sensations, he whispered in her ear, "mmmm...I like this vacation". All intrusions of the outside world forgotten, they indulged themselves in every position, every sensual thought they'd craved, whsipering and at times, shouting their desires and pleasure throughout the night.

Who knew that a shared love for blogs would lead to this, they chuckled together hours later, still curled up together in bed, making plans for more time together as time and travel schedules would permit...lots of future phone calls assured, exploration of their fantasies--threesomes, foursomes, moresomes...ideas of a sex party in the much to explore...

absolutelynormal replies on 5/28/2006 3:28 pm:
So, when are you writing a book? Will you sign it for me?

lovemetouchme5 51F
2102 posts
5/28/2006 4:06 pm

love(11 blogs(77) fuck(76) straight(27) york(27) weekend(46) first time(27)phone(2 black(32) head(53)

Okay, this sounds like fun. I stole digdug's top ten keywords...

It was supposed to be a normal blah weekend, but it was anything but that! On Friday the phone rang and out of the blue, my good friend from New York was calling to say he was in town. I had talked to him a few times, but this would be the first time I would have seen him in years.

We decided to hook up at a local club for drinks and to listen to a new band he wanted to check out. Now we weren't going to meet for a couple of hours so I had time to make sure that I would be looking my best. I took a long, hot shower, shaved everywhere, and picked out an outfit that would definitely turn some heads...a short black dress, three inch heels....

The time came to meet. I arrived at the club a few minutes ahead of time. I wasn’t there more than five minutes when I saw him walk through the door. He looked so hot! I waved to him and he smiled. We hugged, and I practically melted in his arms. The rest of the evening in the club was a blur to me. We had a great time listening to the band, dancing, talking about old times. We closed the club down!!

I didn’t want the night to end, so I invited him back to my place. He accepted without hesitation. As soon as we got into my apartment, he took me in his arms and kissed me so passionately, my knees felt like butter. I always loved the way he kissed me. I led him straight to the bedroom. We continued to kiss as our hands started exploring each other’s bodies. It didn’t take long to get my dress off! I lay down on the bed as he took off his shirt and slacks. He joined me and began exploring my body. He started at my toes, and then moved up to my knees. I spread my legs apart and he moved into my welcoming wet pussy. His tongue massaged my clit as I moaned in ecstasy.

I pulled him up to me and told him I wanted him to fuck me, just like old times. He was more than happy to comply. His dick felt so good inside me. We moved in perfect rhythm, my muscles tightening up around his hard cock. It was his turn to moan….

Now I could tell you how the night ended, but I'll save it for my blogs!!!

absolutelynormal replies on 5/28/2006 4:37 pm:
Very good loveme!! You have great taste in who to steal your words from too!! DD is a good friend Thank you for coming to my blog and playing this game. I am amazed at all the talent here, especially shown by the "new" bloggers (you would be one!) You're welcome here anytime Mac

rm_mmmgoodnova 105M/105F
1259 posts
5/28/2006 5:06 pm

Ooh, I love my keywords used this way! Way to go PMan!

Helper874 45M

5/28/2006 5:46 pm

Ok, my dear friend Mac was sad that no one had played her game. So here we go, just for her.

It was the blackest night ever. I was inside working on my blogs as usual. My head was just full of ideas, but I just could not form them into writing. I was feeling a little mischievous. Call it happy fingers when I am typing. I had thought about an e-mail I had recently read. It was describing a womans body. The full lips, the ready tongue, the firm breasts. It was all I could do to just sit still.

All of a sudden the phone rang. I was completely broken out of thought. Who is calling me at this time of night, I thought? I looked at the number on the phone....did not recognize it. It was late, so I let it go to voice mail. Went back to my blog and did not think anything of it. Several hours later I realized that I had fallen asleep at the computer. I heard the chirp of the phone indicating I had voice mail. Must have been from that call I thought? So I decided to listen to it.

All of sudden, as soon as the message started the lights went out. The house was completely black. A very sensual female voice was talking to me from My phone. I did not recognize the voice. She asked if I had enjoyed reading about her full lips, the ready tongue, and her frim breasts. I was shocked. I had not know who the sender of the e-mail was, and now she was leaving me voice mails. She asked if My cock and gotten hard when I had read the e-mail. I had to admit to myself it did. Then the message ended. I was stunned. Looking at the phone, my body told my finger to reach for the erase button before my head could override, and poof, she was gone.

Don't You just love mysteries...... Leaves You wanting more doesn't. Have a great day....!

absolutelynormal replies on 5/29/2006 3:33 pm:
Very nice post Helper. You always write well. Thanks for playing this with me

meerkittykat 42F

5/28/2006 6:21 pm

bravo...this is a fantastic idea. It's so good I actually have to think on it for a bit. I'll be back later with a male victim and a tawdy tale.

meerkittykat 42F

5/28/2006 8:09 pm


I borrowed the 10 keywords from dasher121'sdasher121 blog. I figured he's laid back and easy going and I'm wound up tighter than a golf ball in a garden hose....

head(59) fucking(54) freaky(54) love(39) fuck(35)
drunk(26) smoke(19) giving(19) college(19) chest(1

When I was a naive young woman of only eighteen years old, I ran off to college as quickly as I could to leave home. I found myself at a small liberal arts college in Iowa...quiet, sleepy, peaceful...but only appeared that way on the surface. After a couple months attending this educational gem, I found myself deep in the midst of some of the wildest sexual acts I've ever seen. I never in my wildest, wettest dreams thought Iowans could be so freaky.

I remember one night coming back to my dorm room and I found the proverbial sock on the doorknob. Rather than head down to my friend's room across the hall, I knew my roommate was a very giving woman, and if anything I might at least get some quick, satisfying head from either her or whomever she was entertaining.

I slowly opened the door and was met with a cloud of smoke in my face. I took a whiff....hmmm..not pot, but something quite similar. I glanced at the table next to the door and found an opened bag of catnip from Petco, and it became clear....rather than face discipline, they'd outsmarted the RA and gone for another substance, legal, but as potent when burned. I inched further into the room, barely making out the two silhouetted forms on the couch, before I felt my foot kick up against the leg of a chair. I couldn't quietly contain the pain of a stubbed toe and a loud "FUCK" escaped my mouth.

My roommate and her friend turned toward me, surprised, but not necessarily shocked. I saw the several open bottles of Jose Cuervo on the coffee table and figured they'd been drinking and were entirely too drunk to worry about li'l ole me. In fact, if I played my cards right, I'd get more than good head; the mood was set for some pure, unadulterated hardcore fucking. I began to slowly undress and stepped toward the bed. Both their eyes lit up, and the three of us were about to engage in the most frenzied three-way we could never have dreamt of.

As he was riding on top of her, her friend sat up and faced me, welcoming me to the bed. Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to his chest. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, and all my hopes and fantasies of a night-long fuck-fest came crashing down. His chest was entirely covered in chest hair that was at least an inch thick. I involuntarily jerked back, my face scrunched, and I let out an "ewwwwwwwww." They both stopped in mid-grind, and my roommate screamed out at me, "then get out of the room!!!" She didn't have to tell me twice. I quickly got dressed and walked out of the room down the hall to my friends room. I knocked on the door, and she answered with a knowing smile. I nodded, and she simply said one sentence; "Gotta love furries."

I love the dasher121dude. Man's got a two track mind.

Happy 200th!!......Meer

absolutelynormal replies on 5/29/2006 3:32 pm:
I just had to laugh about the furries!! Great post! You write so very well. Freaky Iowans! LOL! Thank you for coming here and playing this with me. Please visit me anytime. Mac

twirly_girl 47F

5/29/2006 12:06 am

Happy 200th!
My choice was... [blog cru1972]. I chose his keywords because they were so different from mine and I thought it would be a challenge to use words that are dark rather than erotic.

His Keywords?
love, dark, pain, bitch, physical, food, fuck, blogs, death, head

Lost In Thoughts

It had been a bitch of a day. She needed to unwind and distract herself from everything that had happened so she clicked a button on her computer and watched as the page loaded. The blogs looked lonely to her. No yellow bars lighting up the side of her screen to let her know someone else had thoughts to express. She decided she wanted to post an entry about someone who was special to her. She stared at the screen and thought of what she should write. Should she write a poem about his favorite food? She knew it would make him laugh. Should she write about his dark eyes and how his lashes were like black lace? She knew he would blush. Nothing felt right to her. She was at a loss. She closed her eyes with a relaxing exhale. She could feel him there with her and even though it was not a physical touch, he was touching her heart. It scared her to death to think of how he could touch her without even being there. She silently wondered to herself if what she felt was love or just infatuation. She didn’t imagine a quick fuck from him. No, she imagined being swept up in him. Swept up into a place where even if it were only for a few minutes... there would be no pain, no worries, and no stress. She imagined his hands cradling her head in a deep kiss. She imagined a lot of things... but yet nothing to write that would convey what she really thought.
She turned the computer off, slipped down between the cool sheets and closed her eyes once more. Perhaps she would dream of him again.


This was fun!



absolutelynormal replies on 5/29/2006 3:30 pm:
Great post Nic!! Sexy yet sweet and endearing at the same time. The talent here just astounds me. Thank you for playing this game. Please come back, you're welcome here anytime mac

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