<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770</id><updated>2011-10-07T18:21:48.054+02:00</updated><category term='Beach'/><category term='Cuckoldery'/><category term='Fetish'/><category term='Affair'/><category term='Office'/><category term='Bus'/><category term='Indoors'/><category term='Anal'/><category term='Balcony'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Milf'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Gang Bang'/><category term='Teens'/><category term='Phone'/><category term='Café'/><category term='Hardcore'/><title type='text'>Naughty Plans</title><subtitle type='html'>Naughty Plans : is a suite of short stories which describe more than anyone desires and fantasies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-2231294618389055748</id><published>2010-04-05T00:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T01:08:38.712+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Naughty is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear reader, sorry for my long absence due to unexpected responsibilites I have had... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, naughty plans will come anew, starting from next tuesday : new story and new fantasy resulting from cumulated frustration along last weeks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naughty always keeps in touch with your perverse searches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See you then, on tuesday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-2231294618389055748?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/2231294618389055748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2010/04/naughty-is-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/2231294618389055748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/2231294618389055748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2010/04/naughty-is-back.html' title='Naughty is back!'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-6988149343018690262</id><published>2009-12-22T14:08:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:27:13.805+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear reader, I wish that you enjoyed reading my last series. I tried to make a longer story as polls said before. However I am not a professional writer, have neither knowledge nor experience to write long stories. Feel free to leave comments, suggestions, recommendations or any idea you got while reading &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep1-meticulous-plan.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beach Hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; story. I would be grateful for your interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have often written about "tourist" women and "indigenous" women. I suppose that you may wonder :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://poll.pollcode.com/Ctt"&gt;&lt;table   style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Verdana';font-size:13px;" width="300" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 2px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;What is my cultural background ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="1" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 2px; text-align: left;"&gt;European &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="2" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 2px; text-align: left;"&gt;South mediterranean &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="3" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 2px; text-align: left;"&gt;Caribbean - Latino &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="4" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 2px; text-align: left;"&gt;African&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="5" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 2px; text-align: left;"&gt;Asian&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input value="Vote" type="submit"&gt;  &lt;input name="view" value="View" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bg="" style="color: white;" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:120%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy new year&lt;br /&gt;wherever you are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-6988149343018690262?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/6988149343018690262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/6988149343018690262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/6988149343018690262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas !'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-1843585049570234770</id><published>2009-12-22T14:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:03:43.392+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hardcore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Beach Hunting [ep12 final] - Water Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep11-she-is-unkind.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that morning I easly left my bed... Not only I had slept enough after relaxing beer, but also I experienced a lot of firmness and courage. I could say that there is some revenge, too! However I was shocked to see the unavoidable old man, sitting as usual near the residence door, drinking a coffee. "Good morning! You are early to come!". I wanted to tell him so loudly to not talk to me anymore. How annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the sexy beach earlier than usual. Only few tourists were there to run and to swim before breakfast. When I left home, I made sure whether my neighbor was awake or not. Usually, she spent whole the morning indoors, as she cooked for her children. By the way, I liked that she had no husband there, he might be working and he would join her in next weekend. That day was really my only chance to do something naughty with her. But what if she ignored my invitation? My thoughts got broken as I found myself facing the bad man of the beach... the guardien.&lt;br /&gt;- What are you doing here? He asked.&lt;br /&gt;- Fuck you man! Are you from police?&lt;br /&gt;- I can call them..&lt;br /&gt;- Go to hell! I suppose it's up to me to alert them! You harass tourists, you!&lt;br /&gt;- I know what you are trying to do!&lt;br /&gt;- And?&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me with a so hateful glanze. He really hated me. Suddenly I saw a female silhouette in the beach pathway I came from. I supspected her to be my so expected prey... I focused on her so much that the exasperating guardian looked there. He turned to me and his looking was even more accusing, he replied:&lt;br /&gt;- You will see!&lt;br /&gt;I had again that stupid feeling of guilt, but fast I realized that he might think she was a regular tourist. He might not suspect I knew her or that I live near to her. He left me without word saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to avoid my growing feeling of being discovered, I used my hand to say hello to the coming lady, and then I went in the water. Perfect! I could easily follow all what happened in the beach without being seen! My neighbor put her stuff and removed her white tight teeshirt through which I had always guessed her big boobs. And so they are! Her bra was falling a little bit, as it can't support her heavy breast. She also wore a sexy blue skirt hiding full thighs. Ohh! I could not prevent myself of touching my growing cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, the guardian was standing seated not so far, carefully looking at the sea and children swimming. Damn he never moved from there! My neighbor finally stood up and went to the border of the beach. I saw her wetting her legs, her hands and her face. She looked so sexy when she bends! I thought she would come back to her umbrella but instead, she advanced. The cofusing fact is that she had not removed her skirt.. can she swim with? She was going ahead, the closer she was, the harder was my dick. She moved so slowly as to get used to the coldness of the water. After a while, I could only see her head, while she started to swim. She came next to me but she said nothing, we just exchanged hot glances which told so much of... challenge and tacit naughty plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She outpassed me as she swum into deeper waters, huh did she want me to go there? No problem... I took a breath and fellow her. We were then far enough from the beach. She stopped swimming and she lyed on the water, facing the hot morning sun. Her full boobs fell in each side of her breast, touching the cold water. I could see her hardening nipples under her white bra. I came closer to her, waw what a hot sight! I put both my hands under her skin, as to make her feel more relaxed. She opened her eyes, looked at me, surprised, or she pretended to be :&lt;br /&gt;- What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;- Good morning, madam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so horny, to the point that I could not think any consequence of my action. Perhaps, this is because I was sure there is no risk.. no people! Our heads were enough close to each other, then I kissed her in a tender way and asked her :&lt;br /&gt;- Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;- I am! You can let me alone, please?&lt;br /&gt;- Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah I am not your child!&lt;br /&gt;- However you can consider me yours...&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, as we immediately remembered our conversation of the day before. She replied, amazed:&lt;br /&gt;- Do you want to be treated like a child?&lt;br /&gt;- You already did... but i am not a regular child..&lt;br /&gt;- You mean?&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her once again, while my fingers got naughty and pressed her so yummy ass, althouh it was firmly hidden in her swimwears.&lt;br /&gt;- Bad boy! stop!&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm why is your skin so smooth?&lt;br /&gt;- I donno go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same time, she didn't try to resist or to break her relaxing posture. Instead, she wanted to feel much more than relaxed. Suddenly, one of my fingers got trapped in a hot expanded hot... She made a short "Aïe" while my breath became so hard! I asked her:&lt;br /&gt;- Don't you wear your slip?&lt;br /&gt;She didn't answer. She moved her head as to avoid my teasing glanze. Though I felt so pleased to ask her again:&lt;br /&gt;- Why are you naked? Don't you have a slip to wear, fucking whore!&lt;br /&gt;Then she opened her eyes and answered:&lt;br /&gt;- Go home, poor child!&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;My breathening got jerky, I could not say or think anything relevant. I took her in my arms, then we were roughly glued each to other, face to face. I kissed her as long as I want, my hands were so firmly taking her by her full hips. She sounded to give me totally herself... how much can an unkind and difficult woman be passive or even submissive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took advantage on her weakness as my hands went under her skirt. I finally touched her ass itself! How many times I looked at it throughout her bathromm window or in my dreams..! I started to rock her buttocks with an unmatched firmness she saw in my eyes. In fact, she looked at me with a real astonishement! That was something she never waited for... the faster I rock her ass, the stronger she nibbled my shoulders and my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so certain to be her master, my arms gained an increasing force. So I let my short fall off, I elevated her skirt and pulled her firmly against me, she helped me by surrouding my waist with her legs. I took her hand and ordered her to touch my cock! She was shocked, she asked me in a weak voice :&lt;br /&gt;- How can you be excited in cold water?&lt;br /&gt;- I gonna fuck you, madam!&lt;br /&gt;- You have no condom!&lt;br /&gt;- Shut up! Open your legs! more!&lt;br /&gt;- Please...&lt;br /&gt;- Don't be stupid! I am safe!&lt;br /&gt;- Because you never fucked before!&lt;br /&gt;She was going to laugh and to tease me but a strong deep push inside her vagina made her instantlty screaming. She said though with a trembled voice:&lt;br /&gt;- What? Ok I believe you but you won't cum in me!&lt;br /&gt;- I am not your husband and I gona cum in you, slut!&lt;br /&gt;- Aïe you fuck me so hard!&lt;br /&gt;I took her so tightly in my arms, while I gave her many successive strong shots with my cock. She reacted by nibbling and scratching my skin like hell! I went deeper, harder, faster in her fucking delicious mature body... a lot of cum filled then her vagina, or may be her womb.. We stayed entwined like passionate lovers. I was imagining how can all of my sperm be inside her... what a feeling! She finally released her legs and went a bit further. She looked at me with a reddened face. I breathlessly asked :&lt;br /&gt;- How was it?&lt;br /&gt;- Such an angry guy!&lt;br /&gt;- You still think you are my first time?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course you made it before underwater, too!&lt;br /&gt;- Though don't mind about my cum... The only risk you may have, a lovely horny baby...&lt;br /&gt;- Haha please let me forget about... my husband will join me soon!&lt;br /&gt;- Haha!&lt;br /&gt;- Happy you! A third voice said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at each other, scared. We turned to the source of that voice, the unwanted man was that... other guardian, I mean the fucking boring owner of our apartments. He added:&lt;br /&gt;- Good girl... good neighbor!&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I understood that it was not a dream... I wanted to run away, to swim as far as I could... and I realized that my short had disappeared. 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I was a little bit discouraged by her distant behavior. I looked at the palms around, then I asked:&lt;br /&gt;- It has been a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;- Ok.&lt;br /&gt;I replied, as to talk to myself :&lt;br /&gt;- Though it is not that hot!&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, for the first time I could read in her eyes some meaningful expression, other than her killing indifference. She sounded intrigued by my flagging assumptions. Then, she thought maybe that it was useless to understand, so she ignored me again. I was enough frustrated. What did this conversation mean? I had no choice but to continue my monologue :&lt;br /&gt;- Indeed, people around aren't hot. I see...&lt;br /&gt;- Ok.&lt;br /&gt;- It's just a big deception to realize that a beautiful lady like you, can't even say one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for her reaction, for sure she could not longer play her preferred game of silence and indifference. I had just confessed all I thought about her. She finally decided to say something, but she was thinking instead. I said:&lt;br /&gt;- If you think that I am a serial dater, you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;- Well you are!&lt;br /&gt;- Why do you think so?&lt;br /&gt;- You are such a bold guy, you and your friend. You have no respect towards us. I have two children!&lt;br /&gt;- Eventhough...&lt;br /&gt;- What?&lt;br /&gt;- That makes you even more attractive!&lt;br /&gt;- Go look for a bitch, I am not like your fucking sex buddies.&lt;br /&gt;- I swear I have not made anything bold, yet.&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm so you must be too young!&lt;br /&gt;- No I do believe in myself, but most of women ignored my approaching. Few ones who wanted to hang out with me, could not...&lt;br /&gt;- Because you must be virgin.&lt;br /&gt;- Because they are commited, madam.&lt;br /&gt;- Look my boy. A woman who seeks for an affair never hangs out with a young guy like you, as she wanted a well experienced one.&lt;br /&gt;- I am not guy. And you really think that I am virgin?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah unless you tried to see the pussy of your baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;- Stop!&lt;br /&gt;- Haha go home, it's time to sleep my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she want to tease me? Did she want to get banged? Ok.. I am not that blind to rape her.. she was not ready like the hot mama of the beach. However she left me highly irritated. I was still facing the impolite lady, she looked at me again with a mocking smile on her sexy lips. She called her elder son who was watching on tv inside. He came, his had a curious glance when he saw me there. His mom told him :&lt;br /&gt;- Bring me the sucker of your bro!&lt;br /&gt;- Why?&lt;br /&gt;- This guy wants it.&lt;br /&gt;He laughed, disappeared then came back so fast that I had not time enough to express the growing red anger inside me. He immediately gave me the sucker, laughing like a stupid provoking guy. He was so insisting that I really hesitated... may be because I was influenced enough, or I didn't want to be impolite, as usual. When I gave my hand against my will, the laughters of unkind boy and his mother became so loud that the young baby came and looked at us, so astonished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a while after when I actually saw the sucker in my hand. I wanted to hit the guy but that made no sense as he was protected by his impolite mom. Punish her? I would be considered like a raper! Go home, never, it's my home, I am there to be myself, not to escape stupid neighbors. Stay there? I could not look "normal" anymore, hearing the ceaseless laughters and mockery of neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the candy, it tasted good. The mother was laughing like hell. I made only one step to be close to her, and I inserted the candy in her mouth as fast as I can! She stopped laughing, she got surprised and so did her son. Then he suddenly started to hit me hysterically like a funny cartoon character. His mom threw the candy in the trash, ordered her son to go back home. She looked at me and finally said something serious:&lt;br /&gt;- What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;- You will tell me if I can please older women. See you tomorrow, early morning, in the beach.&lt;br /&gt;- Huh what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;- I said you will come. Underwater games together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she tried to be indignant and disgusted, but that time she failed to. She was seriously thinking of that suggestion. I didn't want her to make any comment which may be harmful, so I entered my room, brought my keys and some money, then I firmly closed my door, my will was so firm. 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I said, exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;- Good hunt?&lt;br /&gt;- I could not caught her...&lt;br /&gt;- What?&lt;br /&gt;- There are other predators...&lt;br /&gt;I went to the kitchen to find cold water. Pity there was no beer, the supermarket was far enough... After I relaxed for a while, I came back to the sitting room and asked my room mate :&lt;br /&gt;- I hope you had more luck!&lt;br /&gt;- Well I didn't go to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;- Are you that tired?&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday was so deceiving, so I have no mood to go away!&lt;br /&gt;- I see..&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the situation going to be more and more complicated, dashing our plans on the ground of reality. Then I was suddenly hopeful, I asked:&lt;br /&gt;- What about our new milf?&lt;br /&gt;- The neighbor next door?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;- Have no lust!&lt;br /&gt;- However most of tourists are never alone, as I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;- That's weird!&lt;br /&gt;- So do you keep hope to try to hang out again with?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course! But later I will go to the pub, you can join me there if you want.&lt;br /&gt;- It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;I was at once released and nervous. Released because I am not the only man to get upset. Nervous because there was about one week left.. I could not figure my come back if I would not satisfy my insane fantasies. Anyway, I was feeling so tired that I fast fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late afternoon, I opened my eyes and realized the darkness of the room. The silence was prevading to the extent that I felt a little bit depressed. Then I remembered that my friend might already go to the bar. I was figuring many alternatives : going to the beach, in the hope to find the mommy again. However I would be kicked, that plan can turn into a nightmare. A second option is to go to drink some glasses in the bar, and forget about all that shit. Another option? Going outside and breathing fresh air at the sunset! Gentle plan! 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I felt so cool in that morning, as if it was my first one in my holidays. I didn't like to awake my room mate, but I was curious to know what happened in his rendez-vous. Anyway, it was up to me to target the good milf, to arrange a pinky appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later, I was establishing in the beach, relaxing under the sun. I was searching a calm and cool atmosphere to plan everything anew. I asked myself what I should to do to have more luck? Certainly, it's better to stop to think about failure, rather I should focus on the rare but real successful trials. However, I would conclude something useful : never date accompanied women! Yeah it's naughty but not every woman (and man) can be that irrespectful towards her/his partner or child. Aha! Don't you think it's obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop behaving like a milf hunter, as the reality is totally different from the extremely easy porn movies. Rather, I must consider the fact that we are just in a society, with all that word can means : fear, shyness, hypcrisy, complexes, need of feeling safe, etc. Hmm.. I was glad to find rational understanding of my failed trials of the days before. Amazingly, I didn't like to venture more and more into deep thoughts which make me feel .. hmm.. too serious. I wanna keep horny like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of thinking, so I just lied in the shadow of the umbrella. I looked around, I could only number couples, families, women waiting for a boyfriend, etc. It was decidedly a bad luck to be the only single man in the beach, seen as a dangerous or a corny man. Even worse was the fact that every man working or living nearby, did the same. That reduced everyone's chance to attract and convince any female to hand out with. Yeah that's roughly the supply and demand model, expect the fact that I don't look for being paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I stayed there, the less I felt energetic. I regretted the stupid rational monologue I had, as I just became aware of new challenges and odds. Instead, I should be spontaneous as much as possible! That must be a key to success... but how? Then I remembered the scene of the last day as a child was running in front of me. I was going to wonder again and again... unless a sweet low voice nearby said : "he is not here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and was so pleased to see once more my desired lady. She was casually looking at me behind her thick sunglasses, had a brief smile then she continued reading her best seller. I thought how to answer but first, I didn't understand the exact meaning of what she said. I suddenly realized that she might be there for ages, but I was so concentrated on my useless ideas. "Go big or go home!" I remembered one of my favorite quotes. Enough dreaming! Action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up, made only few steps to come just next to her, looking for anything to say... "Be spontaneous and charming!", told me my female friend.&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I am glad for it...&lt;br /&gt;She put her book on her breast, looked at me with her hidden mysterious eyes :&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;- Huh.. i like that your child was not here!&lt;br /&gt;- What are you saying?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;She took her new companion - her book - again and ignored my confusion.&lt;br /&gt;- You said...&lt;br /&gt;- And what?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;She carelessly open her legs to pick her skin, while she turned the page of the damn book. I felt ridiculized, standing like the silent umbrellas around. I decided to be more vulgar to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;- When he is not here, you are only for me.&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry? she said that, removing her glasses and staring at me... hey eyes failed at being accusing, because they look so sexy instead.&lt;br /&gt;- I mean this...&lt;br /&gt;She outfaced trying to understand my random words. But I was fast to squat and to hide between her legs. Once again, she had not enough time to push me or make any other reaction. She felt conquerred, instead of resisting she unconsciously used her legs to press my head against her hot pussy. Only after I started licking her clitoris she could entirely realize the trap, then she tried to sit down, but my angry hands pushed her, so she felt and found herself lying again on the sand. I nipped so hard the smooth skin of her thighs while she just opened and closed her legs. That's not resistance, rather she helped me to reach her most intimate part of body like a savage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say that the place where we settled down was less crowded, as it was behind a small dune. Most tourists around were sleeping or doing something in total indifference regarding the naughty attack I did. Mommy's pussy became so wet that I could feel her juice in every part of my face. Then I went just over her, kissed her sexy lips. She cried with a muffled voice :&lt;br /&gt;- You smell...&lt;br /&gt;- It's your cam, dirty mom!&lt;br /&gt;- Please don't do it here...&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm shall we do it indoors?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Hm? You like to be banged by a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;- You're making a scandal!&lt;br /&gt;- You will bring me to your room!&lt;br /&gt;- Ok just stay away please...&lt;br /&gt;She liked to be treated like a dirty used mom. When I lied near to her, I saw her breating hard and her face was so sweaty. How sexy! Suddenly, she got confused and then she took her bag and other stuff so quickly and runned away. I cried : "Wait! You come again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people realized it and looked at me on that damn annoying way. But.. they sounded to pay too much attention... did they watch us..? I was not at ease, not at all, I stood up and made some steps backwards... I had a shock, I turned around, I saw the guy of the other night with his eternal two friends, severely staring me. One of them finally said : "Go away!". 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In fact, she would be a taunt, a teacher or any regular woman we see in everydaylife. She had in her eyes a strange expression. I reminded then the staring of witnesses on the beach. No, but rather there was something else... My eyes fell then, inspecting the body of the new neighbour, as she wore a light bikini. My friend finally broke our silent conversation :&lt;br /&gt;- Hi! Nice to meet you! (in the local language).&lt;br /&gt;- Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;- You just came from the beach?&lt;br /&gt;- No I am going there now!&lt;br /&gt;- Well we are glad to have a beautiful neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;She laughed, thanked and turned back to go. We were unconsciously discovering her holy ass.&lt;br /&gt;- You f*** her?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course I want!&lt;br /&gt;- We must make a plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring hot afternoon, I decided to take a rest to be in a better mood in the morning after. We were drinking coca and watching tv, but actually, both our kinky minds were then focused on the sexy discovery of the day! Such exciting near hunt, that I forgot the adventure I had in the beach.&lt;br /&gt;- So man, you think that she heard all? My room mate asked.&lt;br /&gt;- Hey eyes told a lot!&lt;br /&gt;- A lot of ?&lt;br /&gt;- I would say... desire!&lt;br /&gt;- Ouh!&lt;br /&gt;- I swear!&lt;br /&gt;- You know what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;- She must be a milf!&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah but i suppose that she came here with a husband, she must be conservative, freasome...&lt;br /&gt;- Come on man! She loves a hard cock in her holes!&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah she must love!&lt;br /&gt;- You know what? I will try, you, too! If she would feel at ease with one of us, that's good! If she wants to be gang banged, that would be even better! So good luck!&lt;br /&gt;- Such a good tactics!&lt;br /&gt;- Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His naughty plan was to go outside having only underwears on him, to gather some stuff in the garden. Of course, there would be much chance to meet her in that shameful wearing. After a while, my friend came back and said :&lt;br /&gt;- Wanna kill that man?&lt;br /&gt;- Who? her husband?&lt;br /&gt;- No! The owner!&lt;br /&gt;- What!&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, he whistled furiously.&lt;br /&gt;- What happened?&lt;br /&gt;- He saw me!&lt;br /&gt;- Shit! What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;- She was in bathroom, just next the door you know! So I was there!&lt;br /&gt;- Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;- She was ready to leave the flat to go to the beach, she would see me accidently!&lt;br /&gt;- I see...&lt;br /&gt;- Before the f***ng man came.&lt;br /&gt;- The porter, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;- I wonder how can I bring a stranger woman here!&lt;br /&gt;- Hah don't worry! I think you must though concentrate on your new lady, you forgot!&lt;br /&gt;- Yes for sure!&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely tired, so I went to sleep. I had time for myself to think about the experience which was being build in a quick way! I tried to link together the events of the last night, my actions and the reactions of women I met. I wanted to take a break, to evaluate how realistic is my behavior. Then, suddenly I remembered the full legs of my neighbor, I jumped off bed, to go straight to her. I realized then that she might be in the beach. I closed my eyes again, enjoyed my privacy and had a great masturbation. My mind was just confused, remembering a plenty of asses, white gentil asses of tourists, and forbidden neighbour's ass. 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I had had an awful nightmare which was just the continuation of the misadventure I had the evening before. Even worse, as I seriously started to think again about the planning of my holidays... The serial refusal of women I approached the previous day, made me feel less self confident, and lazy! However I decided to give myself a chance, again! It's never so late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way to the beach, I had the certain feeling of going to sit for an exam. I was so stressed that I forgot to mate and to look at the beautiful bodies as I used to do. Instead, I experienced a lot of fear and sense of duty... naughty duty? Though, it's still a duty, it's boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did in the beach, was to walk as long as my confused thoughts. From  time to time, I said good morning to a good mature woman coming to me, and all her reaction was to ignore and continue her footing. I was convinced that I should target any female to get more chance. But, younger girls were even more difficult, they seemed to be indifferent to words you tell them, surely because they got tired of listening all kinds of nice words. Well... I started to feel nervous and indifferent, too! I sat, watching tourists having funny games in the sea. At that moment, I wish I had a girlfriend I could play with... as do most of tourists. It made a growing body of evidence that dating on beach was definitely a stupid plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so absorbed in my negative thoughts that I didn't remark the red ball a baby shot. I received the balloon on my neck, my thoughts got broken all of a sudden. I could not be angry, as the baby was cheerful, and a beautiful lady seated next to him, was ashamed, smiling then said : "Sorry"! I just smiled and instantaneously forgot the light pain the ball made on my skin. Instead, a spread feeling of warmth was invading whole my body. Not only her smile was so touching, but also, she was gorgeous, that's all how can I describe her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wore a turquoise bikini which perfectly suits her milky skin. Her breast and her legs were lightly reddened by the sun. That made her even more sexy. Her blonde straight hair was a little bit excited and undown because of the wind, as if she just woke up. Her eyes let me guess a hot creature inside! I don't know why I was sure that this quiet mommy can be the hottest hottie ever. My cock immediately reacted to that bold though, so I tried to hidden my erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked again at her, as to make sure she didn't notice that, she had already put her sunglasses, and she was watching the joyful atmosphere her child was creating around. Did our communication take an end? Was it casual? Really,when I would be home back, I will bring this lady in my mind... that would be even more frustrating. Why not bringing her, herself? I felt a sudden rise of courage, as I realized that I had no choice. Immediately, the perverse inside me found a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby was still joyfully playing with his ball. I called him and invited him to throw the ball to me, so he did. I took the ball, and throw it as far as I could. That subtle game sounded to please the child, so he run and brought the toy and threw it once again. I caught it and launched it in the water. He never stopped to laugh and appreciate my teasing game. I did not aim to take the baby away, I know it's stupid, his mom would worry. No... all my plan was to play as random as I could, it was not that difficult! Mommy seemed to laugh at my lameness. Aha! That's even better than being indifferent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I moved to the next level : each time I threw the balloon somewhere, I tried to run faster than the child to be first to catch the balloon. For sure, that action made the baby much more teased, while mommy was enjoying him. Was she appreciating how I contributed to the joy of her baby? Hmm I am not that gentleman, don't forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was going to be more and more out of control, we got actually excited, as if we shared same age. It was time for me to behave a little bit more... crazy. Once, I targeted the hot triangle between the open legs of the sexy mommy. The ball took place there, but that time, I was really moved to win... the pussy of mamma was so attractive that I prevented the innocent baby coming from there, to be there again. He suspected nothing, nor his mother realized yet the weird action which was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few seconds were enough to reach my best place in the world, there I headed my nose, my tongue, and felt immediately drunk.. of her natural sexual fragrance. I could not remember how much time did that contact last... all I remind, is that my head was abruptly pressed between two tense thighs, very hot ones. Then I found myself, face on sand. Indeed, she stood up and left the place. The smell of her secret garden never left my nose, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally woke up, I saw curious children looking at me, some of them accompanied by their moms. I could not understand the meaning of their staring, it's neither indignation, nor appreciation. A mixture of both, may be.. I fast brought my stuff and left as quickly as I could that shame behind me. For once, I didn't find the old man of the residence when I was there back. I met my friend:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey! How is your fishing today?&lt;br /&gt;- I am drunk right now!&lt;br /&gt;- What? did you go to the pub?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm I drowned in a mama's pink pussy..&lt;br /&gt;- F***! Go eat something I will be listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;- What about you?&lt;br /&gt;- Huh I have a rendez-vous later with a sexy "milf".&lt;br /&gt;- Another mom?!&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah!! he laughed like a devil.&lt;br /&gt;- (crying of a baby)&lt;br /&gt;We both turned back and amazingly saw a mom holding her baby on her shoulder. We looked at each other, it was really late : our kinky confessions were totally heard by our new neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep7-mommy-and-ball.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep8-new-neighbor.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-6988671695867900820?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/6988671695867900820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep7-mommy-and-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/6988671695867900820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/6988671695867900820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep7-mommy-and-ball.html' title='Beach Hunting [ep7] - Mommy and the Ball'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-1418446200620865929</id><published>2009-12-17T18:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:19:41.245+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gang Bang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Beach Hunting [ep6] - Watch, don't touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep5-youre-not-alone.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;- Well…&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to take advantage of my ignorance, as he laughed with his friend. Then suddenly, one of my companions told me: “You can wait us for a while, or you can leave”.  And they disappeared in the beach shack nearby to join the couple.  I wondered… can they…? No… impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I had no idea what to do… if I left that weird place, I would miss some episode… if I stayed… well I would feel stupid. I was teased enough, so I decided to know on my own what happened in the shack!  I carefully approached the mysterious booth, to not alert them. Unfortunately, there were no window and the door was firmly closed.  I vainly tried to listen anything suspicious. No way! However, the people inside sounded funny, as they were joking and laughing. Is that all their secret? It was obvious that guys were filling the naughty girl with their beer and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started imagining a shameful scene inside… I realized that I was thinking like a voyeur. Could it become reality? Who knows! I seriously planned to enter the shack and enjoy watching the bitch gang banged… and what if they disagreed? I was still close to the door. “Spank her!” I could not believe what I heard; I was thinking that I started to hallucinate, when I heard once again: “Stronger!” A series of spanks were following, and I could hear female voice: “Ah ah come on!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shack decidedly turned into a hot porn studio. Words and voices became more confused and less human… A savage gang bang was going to happen. Suddenly, the door was open, I got ashamed. The guy who was going outside was the one who introduced me to his friends. He was a little bit surprised, but he quickly smiled:&lt;br /&gt;- You wanna share the girl, too?&lt;br /&gt;- I know it’s too much…&lt;br /&gt;- I thought you were gone!&lt;br /&gt;- You know how upset I was, regarding the refusal of women today…&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t worry! You will fuck a good one!&lt;br /&gt;- But can I participate?&lt;br /&gt;- Well I will come back!&lt;br /&gt;- Please&lt;br /&gt;- What?&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna fuck her!&lt;br /&gt;- She is mine, silly!&lt;br /&gt;- And you like when your friends spank your girl!&lt;br /&gt;- Go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;- They are not better than me! Besides I am your guest no ?!&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to think for while, and then he said:&lt;br /&gt;-  Listen… My friends and I used to share as much as possible every girl we dated… that’s how it works. But you… you’re so annoying like a child, go fuck on yourself!&lt;br /&gt;- I swear this is my last time!&lt;br /&gt;- Ok go away!&lt;br /&gt;His voice was threatening, I felt more risky when one of the guys stepped out, looking for his friend. As he saw me, he asked:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey you! Are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;- “He said he wants to participate!” The other answered.&lt;br /&gt;- No way!&lt;br /&gt;They both shot an angry glance at me. I was so anxious that I decided to remove my own request. As I was moving away, I heard:&lt;br /&gt;- You never come here again, perverse!&lt;br /&gt;- “You will have serious troubles with her father, if not us!” His friend shouted.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry, that they are not only perverse, but hypocrite! However I got enough worried that I just wanted to feel safe again in my apartment! Why the hell am I so sad! It was the second day, no fucking chance! I could more understand my frustration: I was amazed to know that an indigenous girl going to be fucked, but I was just out of all that! Next day, my challenge would be bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finally to enter my sweet home. It was late; I saw once again the old man peacefully sitting on his chair and smoking.&lt;br /&gt;- Hi! How are you?&lt;br /&gt;- I am Ok…&lt;br /&gt;- You got burned by sun! be careful!&lt;br /&gt;- Yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;- It’s late! Take care next time!&lt;br /&gt;How boring! As if it was in my grandparents’ home! Just before going into my flat, I remarked that the next one was a little bit noisy… new neighbor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep6-watch-dont-touch.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep7-mommy-and-ball.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-1418446200620865929?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/1418446200620865929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep6-watch-dont-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1418446200620865929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1418446200620865929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep6-watch-dont-touch.html' title='Beach Hunting [ep6] - Watch, don&apos;t touch'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-1727600489352933340</id><published>2009-12-16T20:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:20:29.090+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Beach Hunting [ep5] - You're not alone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep4-alligator-attitude.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nein!&lt;br /&gt;She firmly swam towards the beach, taking her daughter with her. At that moment, I had a strange feeling of being a duped predator, shark or alligator or whatever your want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How frustrating! Am I that bold? The unexpected reaction of the lady raised many questions in my head. Does she really want to be approached, while trying to make a clean image of herself in front of her little daughter? May be? I hope so… because if every mom immediately blocks dating attempts, there will never be MILF in real. No I should keep hope alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was tiring, sun and sea abused my burning skin. Everytime I was going to leave the beach, a naughty persistent voice inside called me to try once again. But indeed, that day was decidedly not the good one.  Every lady I approached found a pretext to go away, or let me know that she was waiting for her husband… how subtle! Are there not cheating or single ladies? Shall I target girls of my age? Well, when I finally gathered my stuff to go back home, I was about to radically change my plans… definitely, action is not easy at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t even masturbate, that became disgusting. I came there in the hope to slow that teen habit, by making love in real with the ladies. After that difficult day, I just wanted to drink some beers. By the night, I went to a lovely pub nearby, with a friend of mine, to get rid of the day stress and find out ups and downs of our dating experience. I proposed to try different alternatives, until we would catch a good hunt. I decided then to discover the other side of beach, at night. In fact, I kept a strong hope to find meet alone ladies spending time in the darkness of the beach, enjoying some beer. Why not! And… just imagine the following!  I also needed to face a dating coach, one of these men who spend whole months working as a guard or a monitor in the hotel private beaches. That makes sense to ask them for advice and tactics …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays would spend too fast, I knew it, that’s why I was urged to get more efficient in the first days… to get enough time to develop my speed dating experience, to multiply appointments and to get meaningful chance to bring a lady to the bed… that makes a lot of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I wore my swimsuit and was back to the dark beach. Waw! How it can be so wild and fearsome, that social beach of the sunny day! I was moving carefully and searching any human silhouette, a female one. After a while, I found a guy wearing a uniform, walking with a can in the hand. Without turning, he asked me laughing: “I know you… I saw you in that afternoon looking haha”. I was encouraged by this attitude, so I confessed: “I think it’s a bullshit, are there any single lady?”. He became serious and explained that express dating in beach is like a random, and that there is no so many opportunities as we wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drunk some more beer, which made me feel more social, I talked about my real plans when I came there. After a walk, we met two other guys who worked as guards for the next hotel. I was introduced, and they fast started to consider me as their old friend. Beer really link men, and it makes it better when they all worship one being: Woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that my companion was so lucky, as he had just caught the phone number of a new resident in that hotel. The most amazing fact, is that the girl he dated was… not tourist, not foreign, not supposed to make sexy holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be, you start to guess the context in which I made my holidays: a place where it’s sunny, and where indigent native people are conservative. Hum? It’s just amazing to date a native a frustrated and conservative indigenous girl in holidays where you are expected to meet foreign open-minded and experienced women. Well, I found that story just exciting! I envied my new friend to have such an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to call… his friends were kidding loudly, telling him that they have no condoms anymore. Gosh.. it was not a game, it was so serious. After only few minutes, a smart girl was coming from the hotel towards us. Her new lover whispered her something and she immediately smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guys sitting in front of me looked at each other. Then one of them remembered my presence, gazed at me and said: “I suppose you have not understood, yet!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep5-youre-not-alone.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep6-watch-dont-touch.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-1727600489352933340?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/1727600489352933340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep5-youre-not-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1727600489352933340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1727600489352933340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep5-youre-not-alone.html' title='Beach Hunting [ep5] - You&apos;re not alone!'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-2840512847569594974</id><published>2009-12-15T20:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:21:06.974+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Beach Hunting [ep4] - Alligator Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep3-sandy-words.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a severe gaze, he stood up, ordered his playful wife to go with him. And he went without saying word. The lady, who seemed to have respect for him, just followed… when she came near to me, she put her foot over the phrase I wrote, she erased my entire request. I had not the time to feel indignant, as I realized that her foot was still there, offered to me. I understood… I kissed her foot immediately. Damn this submissive lady made me fetish! I enjoyed the too few seconds to lick and nibble her touchy white skin. And then she went, for ever may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was still lying on my stomach, having a blank stare. It was like a dream! When I woke up, I realized that a curious child was carefully gazing at me. He might see the naughty scene. Poor him! Would he be fetish later? I felt a little bit embarrassed to be discovered, so I decided to roll away. I walked again on the crowded beach, examining heavy bodies. So many and different colors, shapes and postures… what a festival! All of a sudden, I forgot where I was one day ago. Huh! Paradise is not so far! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed a mom going with her daughter who must have thirteen, not more. The girl smiled at me, she looked interested in communicating but… no! I can’t handle with this situation. I don’t want to use her, neither to worry her mom. Hum though, if that innocent girl could read in my thoughts… of mother  f***er.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was lucky to face that same experience a bit later, in the water. I was carefully approaching a sexy blonde lady, who was also accompanied by her girl, it seemed to be. The girl was also a teenager, so I moved closer and closer to them. The teen realized how much I am concentrated on them, she told some words to her mom, and both turned looking at me. They smiled. I would never know what the daughter said. Anyway, her mom should be pleased to realize that she or her girl could be that interesting in the eyes of a stranger. I got a rise of courage, and went closer and called the lady:&lt;br /&gt;-    Hallo!&lt;br /&gt;-    Hallo! She said, smiling, while her daughter looked deceived to be out of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;-    Can we speak in English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep4-alligator-attitude.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep5-youre-not-alone.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-2840512847569594974?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/2840512847569594974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep4-alligator-attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/2840512847569594974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/2840512847569594974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep4-alligator-attitude.html' title='Beach Hunting [ep4] - Alligator Attitude'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-5653760479122865964</id><published>2009-12-14T12:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:21:43.569+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Beach Hunting [ep3] - Sandy Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep2-hi-neighbor.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the morning, after a long relaxing sleep, I took a heavy breakfast, amazingly thinking of how that can be beneficial for my sex drive. I prepared my bag, looked at the mirror, I felt energetic, so I went ahead for the next beach. It was 11 or a bit more, just before the lunch time in the hotels.&lt;br /&gt;Just hallucinating! Along the beach, there were only exposed beautiful female bodies; I could not see anything else. That’s a holy place for sexy pilgrims! :-) I was still absorbed in that hot sight I can’t see elsewhere all the year. How crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got amazed enough that I sit down, looking at the crashing waves but indeed, staring carefully at the perfect body of a sexy mom playing with her son, just near the water. She realized my staring, but didn’t express any significant reaction. In fact, I was rather passive to what I saw; I had not the courage yet to act…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hungry eyes constantly looked in different directions. Once, I focused on a couple lying on their stomachs, enjoying waves coming over them. The wife is just gorgeous! As they didn’t share a talk, I stared at her in a persistent way, while she was making some drawing in the sand. Suddenly, she raised her head and realized my obscene staring at her curved ass. Her hands stopped playing, she looked amazed by the posture of a naughty young man doing nothing but looking at her body. Or did she like my total indifference towards her husband?&lt;br /&gt;She made some circle in the sand again but she had mind elsewhere, as she repeatedly stared at me. Could she be pleased? Oh gosh how naughty! I was increasingly convinced that this lady was exactly what I looked for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were obviously linked; I desperately looked for any tactics to talk to her, to make sure of my silly hope. Hmm… sand can be an innocent way! I immediately lied on my stomach, too, roughly facing the indecent wife. She smiled, I did, too! Then I wrote in big letters :&lt;br /&gt;-    I ♥ your body.&lt;br /&gt;-    :)  (she wrote then)&lt;br /&gt;-    ...?&lt;br /&gt;-    ??&lt;br /&gt;-    Let’s f***?&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to write down asterisks but I could not allow myself to be vulgar at that early stage… she laughed, how sexy is her laughter! Her husband, who was roughly sleeping, raised his head and looked towards her. As she laughed at me, his eyes moved towards me, they were suspecting something…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep3-sandy-words.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep4-alligator-attitude.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-5653760479122865964?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/5653760479122865964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep3-sandy-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/5653760479122865964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/5653760479122865964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep3-sandy-words.html' title='Beach Hunting [ep3] - Sandy Words'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-359746531615122319</id><published>2009-12-14T00:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:22:12.773+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balcony'/><title type='text'>Beach Hunting [ep2] - Hi, Neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep1-meticulous-plan.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleased to see the woman standing after my call. I wondered what to say else when she came to me… her balcony was not so far. Yes, she was really coming… in her sexy light dress. I could better see her sexy legs, very white ones! Hmm she might be a new resident, like me! She looked at me, smiling for only few seconds, as she turned back, closed the patio door, where her tight ass was going farther and farther… I felt some sadness and frustration. My plan was not that realistic. Anyway, I have nothing to regret, I just tried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit further, I met some couples sharing a walk, as well.  They look so romantic, and they were enjoying their vacations. Do these wives really look for something else? Like an extra adventure with a stranger? That time, I was not as sure as I used to be, while watching fake cheating wives videos and reading to mythical adventures of gigolos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, I was just facing the real world as is. I mean, older women are mostly wives and moms, they have different responsibilities, they want to enjoy vacations with their families, although they can have some pervert inside them… shall I learn how to find single “milfs” ? Hmm that sounds more realistic, but I never can forget my naughtiest dream, to date and to bang a totally responsible lady, I want to make her cheating, can I? I am intrigued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for that night, I was already tired because of the long travel I had… I was finally coming home back, feeling so much pride to start this adventure, so far from my routine life in the stressful city. I was enjoying these thoughts while opening the external door of the residence, just before I heard a male voice: “Hey! Do you enjoy the place? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around, it was the owner calling me. He looks curious, he is one of these old men who enjoy staying at home all the time and earning extra revenue from his lodgers. That’s a typical boring owner! “Well it’s great!” I said, annoyed. And I took the stairs as fast as I can. I checked the next flat, it was always vacant. How boring! I tried to sleep, impatiently waiting for my first morning in the so expected temptation beach. I tried to not masturbate, to keep horny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep2-hi-neighbor.html"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep3-sandy-words.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-359746531615122319?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/359746531615122319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep2-hi-neighbor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/359746531615122319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/359746531615122319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep2-hi-neighbor.html' title='Beach Hunting [ep2] - Hi, Neighbor'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-865836652133447255</id><published>2009-12-12T19:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:22:41.549+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balcony'/><title type='text'>Beach Hunting [ep1] - Meticulous Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago, a naughty idea started to tease my mind. Everytime I watched an erotic show, I found myself particularly attracted to the elder women. It is easy to note that these women have already their own social life. They are likely to have husband and children, but they need a job…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just thought about the many “normal” ladies who try to be seducing, not only in TV. Yeah, it’s sure. One telling example is the beach. It’s only there where you can find women who enjoy sun, but also passionate staring of men at their bodies. Ladies are just aware of this fact; they must get glad to realize that they keep attractive as if they were younger. But are they all ready to show their seduction skills in bed? Hmm it depends… I had to experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got just excited at the idea of joining that great sexy meeting - the beach - and trying to date ladies there. And what if some woman accepts to fuck? And what if I invite her to my flat? So many teasing questions… That’s how I got decided to plan holidays earlier than usual. My hope was just to meet ladies who just share my sex query. During the week before my travel, I got about sixty condoms for free, thanks associations! :-) Such an armada for only two weeks, no girlfriend. That’s to say, I was too hopeful. But it’s important to feel permanently safe, and to be able to fuck at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Home! It’s perfect! I can reach the beach by feet; indeed, tourists in hotels would be my lovely neighbors. When I first entered my new location, I realized that the next apartment was still empty, as both flats share one balcony. One third apartment, in the first floor, was however always noisy: the owner of the residency and his family live there! In short, I was just satisfied to get that apartment, which perfectly suits my hunting imaginary plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night came, I went out to discover my very special quarter, how I love it! So calm! So peaceful! Most of tourists might be outdoors, or having some entertainment in hotel. Every portal I saw was in my eyes a heaven’s gate, where I can catch many beautiful… non-virgin women :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dreams are easy, action is however a real challenge. I got more and more aware of this idea, because actually, it’s not a paradise, nor a red light district! Although I am sure there are plenty of mature tourists who came in the hope to find a lover, to make them forget the labor and the coldness of whole a year, despite this evidence, I realized that it was my turn to work hard... In fact, I should not be the only man to try his chance… so there is a competition, in this case, one must be different, and here is the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my walk, I saw light coming from an apartment’s balcony, I slowed; I could clearly see a woman’s silhouette, watching on TV on her room. I focused on that unexpected intimacy; she seemed to wear a white sexy nightgown. Oh! Why not to try…? She could be my guest that night! Like a shot, I called her: "You’re so sexy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep1-meticulous-plan.html"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep2-hi-neighbor.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-865836652133447255?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/865836652133447255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep1-meticulous-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/865836652133447255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/865836652133447255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-hunting-ep1-meticulous-plan.html' title='Beach Hunting [ep1] - Meticulous Plan'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-2483489833780841379</id><published>2009-12-11T09:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:15:31.516+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Beach again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next story has been started in July, but it never passed one episode. Here is why : I used to be fascinated with the dating challenges on the beach... and I have been in hunger of sex. Just after starting writing that story, it was time to go to holidays I had been planning for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those vacations mean sex tourism for me, rather than any entertainment. During two weeks along, I was being absorbed in a new atmosphere and totally new life style. I think that it's much better to write down a story, inspired by real world, and that's why I prefer to start the story anew, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you may know how many people spend their Christmas in Carribean and other hot spots... sun, sand, sea and sex, again and again! See ya tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-2483489833780841379?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/2483489833780841379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/2483489833780841379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/2483489833780841379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/beach-again.html' title='Beach again'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-4465683944849078011</id><published>2009-12-10T14:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:35:43.300+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's late, but I want to be thankful for you, to come, to forget some of your time and realism. Hm although I wish there were votes as much as visits, I will do my best to catch you, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, I will be back in Saturday, to handle with a new series... Meanwhile, I hope you again, Happy thanksgiving, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=102228793130690&amp;amp;ref=mf" target="_blank"&gt;as Bill Maher did&lt;/a&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-4465683944849078011?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/4465683944849078011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4465683944849078011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4465683944849078011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-6615453211067693868</id><published>2009-12-02T16:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:49:08.336+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear visitor, thank you for following. Let me know your impression of the latest short stories :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-hunt-ass-in-bus.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hunt the ass in the bus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-forbidden-dating-part.html" target="_blank"&gt;Forbidden Dating&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-has-good-girlfriend-part-12.html" target="_blank"&gt;He has a good girlfriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-confessions-12.html" target="_blank"&gt;Friends Confessions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you most prefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" name="poll-widget8374444353555179666" src="http://www.google.com/reviews/polls/display/8374444353555179666/blogger_template/run_app?hideq=true&amp;amp;purl=http%3A%2F%2Fnaughty-plans.blogspot.com%2F" style="border: medium none ; width: 100%;" frameborder="0" height="220" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="clear"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are the three first stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" name="poll-widget-607825894005906521" src="http://www.google.com/reviews/polls/display/-607825894005906521/blogger_template/run_app?hideq=true&amp;amp;purl=http%3A%2F%2Fnaughty-plans.blogspot.com%2F" style="border: medium none ; width: 100%;" frameborder="0" height="160" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="clear"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-6615453211067693868?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/6615453211067693868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/break.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/6615453211067693868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/6615453211067693868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/12/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-7698452714463922377</id><published>2009-11-30T13:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:08:52.886+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetish'/><title type='text'>Shameful Sessions - Friends Confessions (2/2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-confessions-12.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up in a "pinky mode" : hard breathing and hardened dick. One told me that it's quite normal to feel horny in early morning. There is however something particularly beautiful with this erection : it's totally devoted to my friend, N.&lt;br /&gt;I imagined her deep staring, her suave voice and her light touchs, sometimes lasting... over my knees and my hands... Actually, I felt so much desire and impatience that I started to talk with her, in my mind, and snuggling my pillow... I wish she could see me... that innocent show must be stronger than any words I would say. Aha! She must see me in this moment! I started then to imagine the most likely plan to show her my secret impossible desire. I swear I will do it, as she swears to invite me to sleep in her appartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend a hot evening eating, laughing, drinking some brandy (she already said that she has no problem to drink with me). And we get more and more spontaneous and... horny. No, I won't expect that she will call me to fuck her.. too much hopeful! I will try my best to keep "difficult" and charming in once. Relaxed mind, relaxed body, relaxed postures! She would see me open as never, confessing my deepest dreams of sex, my fantasies, my past experience, just to warm her up! Though, I will never tell in words my passion towards her. I want her to suspect me, to wonder, and to get pleased to find who she is for her best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enough time of talk and secret excitement in her living room, it will be time to sleep... she must have her own bedroom. Either she invites me to sleep there alone, with her, or elsewhere, I hope for nothing, I don't like to depend on her actions, rather I want to make her coming closer and closer. Just before lying, I go to the toilet, I inspect the basket where she puts her clothes, and I discretely take any underwear of her.. hmm though I hope to find her panties I have never seen before... I take this treasure with me and go to sleep. During all the night, I will be able to smell my best female friend.. So, it's like to sleep between the legs of a woman... ohh I hard keep control of my hands right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sleep for hours, and more... I want my friend to wake up earlier, I want her to come, and to discover the most shameless, and the least offending action of me towards her. I want her to get confused, looking at her own panties lying on my nose, and the pillow she gave to me, taking place in my arms. I want her to establish that her guest wanted to feel her rather than just to have fun and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there is no fucking action : Due to the ambiguous experience I am having with N, I want to keep my expectations realistic.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, if you have any advice you are welcome! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-friends-confessions.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub="49f40f5a230a6b5e";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-7698452714463922377?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/7698452714463922377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-friends-confessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/7698452714463922377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/7698452714463922377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-friends-confessions.html' title='Shameful Sessions - Friends Confessions (2/2)'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-2270715975210932791</id><published>2009-11-29T19:05:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:07:33.473+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Shameful Sessions - Friends Confessions (1/2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a close friend from the other sex, you may know how helpful this relationship is in your life... For the few last years, I have known a girl who used to be my simple classmate. By the time, we have become closer, actually we don't have anymore to feel unsettled and mannered while we meet. Now, we barely know every detail of our lives, our problems, our intimacy, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough, I am still not sure of the future of our friendship... it's said that true friends are forever friends, but there is something mysterious with this girl. As she has recently broken up with her boyfriend, she immediately confessed me her increasing feeling of being lost, as she suddenly got in lack of many warm emotions she used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I have asked some closest friends of mine, whose opinion is usually umbiased. I told them the words and the actions of my female friend, facts which seem to tease me, make me confused and give me a kind of hope... such as her jealousy, her late calls and her asking of every detail in my dailylife, her hope to share a travel with me in the case she won't find her man to enjoy her honeymoon with. She promised to invite me later and spoil me, once she gets her own appartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My listeners were a guy and a girl, both concluded that this girl was trying to seduce me. I really found myself in an ambiguous situation, because I knew though that my friend just looks for an elder guy, she even demanded me to connect her to a good boy. Further, she proposed to give me the phone number of her "sexy cousine" as she knows I am single, too. What kind of friend is this crazy girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, regarding my best female friends, I hope to get much more exchange : sensual experience... And I strongly believe that I am not alone to hope so, girls also like to feel continously protected, seducing, spoiled... no matter who is the guy, because the need of sex is just human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a taboo seems to arise out of the belief that friends must not become lovers. "I don't like our friendship to be ruined..." that belief sucks. Instead, I am certain that the most successful relationships have started from a very good friendship. Otherwise, that makes no sense to believe that lovers are not friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line of though gave birth to really naughty ideas everytime I think of the future of our friendship. In fact, I seriously plan to make one more confession to my friend. This plan is not about telling "I love you", as you know this girl is likely to reject it. A plan is to make evidence of the attraction we feel each to other, in a subtle way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-friends-confessions.html"&gt;tuned&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-confessions-12.html#comments"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-2270715975210932791?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/2270715975210932791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-confessions-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/2270715975210932791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/2270715975210932791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-confessions-12.html' title='Shameful Sessions - Friends Confessions (1/2)'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-7113864492725629520</id><published>2009-11-28T12:58:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:06:22.384+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuckoldery'/><title type='text'>Shameful Sessions - He has a good girlfriend (2/2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-has-good-girlfriend-part-12.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still surprised... feeling my dick getting as hard and warm as a hot iron bar. Lisa then looked me very indignant, remarked my dick and my hard breathing, and she shouted :&lt;br /&gt;- And you? waiting for what, stupid guy!&lt;br /&gt;- Hey he is my friend! said Josh.&lt;br /&gt;- Your friends always suck, I understand now why are you getting stupid...&lt;br /&gt;- Ok ok I see you are angry..&lt;br /&gt;- Damn you! I am not your bitch! She said, and she started to cry silently.&lt;br /&gt;- No you are not! He said, coming near to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned, asked me to leave the room, that he needs some privacy with his girl. I was going to close the door, while Josh ordered me to not close it, and made a wink. I understood all the following naughty plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the living room, and found Randy watching an erotic show. I told him :&lt;br /&gt;- As usual..!&lt;br /&gt;- What do you want me to do else?&lt;br /&gt;He added :&lt;br /&gt;- And why don't you stay with them?&lt;br /&gt;- Well.. she is not easy..&lt;br /&gt;- Porn is easier! Look..! He said, while a pretty model started to remove her white skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched silently the show, then asked :&lt;br /&gt;- Why the hell you don't ask him to share his girl? You bold boy!&lt;br /&gt;He laughed, then answered:&lt;br /&gt;- She is my cousin!&lt;br /&gt;- Oops!&lt;br /&gt;- As we have kept in touch all these years, Josh had the chance to know some of my friends and relatives, and asked me to date Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;- And she accepted..&lt;br /&gt;- Of course, she is free!&lt;br /&gt;- I see...&lt;br /&gt;- Well!&lt;br /&gt;- And you want me to fuck your cousin, isn't that?&lt;br /&gt;- Stop! Do you mind? Me, not!!&lt;br /&gt;- Well.. I am convinced now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed then we focused again on the sexy tv show. A bit later, our silence was break by some soft screams. I stood...&lt;br /&gt;- Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;- I gona fuck your cousin and the niece of your father!&lt;br /&gt;- Naughty!&lt;br /&gt;- Ok see you later!&lt;br /&gt;- Wait.. are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;- No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went back to the room of the lovers, decided, and much more courageous to break the taboo.&lt;br /&gt;I looked from the ajar door, and discovered another Lisa, in her most intimate moments. Josh was fingering her, while she totally lost control of herself, and her muscles were clearly relaxed... her head was lying back, while she was opening widespread white gentil legs. I approached, carefully. Without asking permission of her lover, I started to open my jeans zipper to liberate my monster. Josh turned, looked at my wild posture amazed, then without word saying, stood and went rapidly away the bed, he discretely asked me to remplace him immediately. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa was still lying and screaming, while I continued the job of her boyfriend. How exciting is to push fingers into a forbidden flesh! I was masturbating while tickling her clitoris vigorously. She screamed more and more. I looked at my left side, Josh was still there, and he started to masturbate. My gosh! I never expected him to become a voyeur and cuckold! The idea about using and controlling the beautiful girlfriend of Josh, was enough to make me feel as wild as a savage! I didn't remove my pants, I didn't like Lisa to get time to realize who is going to fuck her. I took the pillow and put it firmly over her head. Her voice arrived to me, weak :&lt;br /&gt;- Crazy Josh! You wanna kill me?&lt;br /&gt;- Kill you of fuck!&lt;br /&gt;- Why is your voice so..?!&lt;br /&gt;- Coz you got me excited!&lt;br /&gt;- Hey are you wearing jeans? When did you put them damn?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to resist, she might be enough curious to find an answer for all her questions. I was absorbed in my abrupt movements to control her til I firmly sit between her legs, my emerging hard dick facing her wet and ready pussy. At that moment, she arrived to get rid of the pillow, she saw me, she understood everything, she screamed.&lt;br /&gt;- Come on sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;- Shut up Josh! You are sick!&lt;br /&gt;- Enjoy darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not wait, I pushed it at a glance, as deep as her pussy can... she screamed again.. she looked at me, frustrated but absolutely weak. Besides, her body was actually ready for a wild fuck, from any stranger cock... and she knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she did, was to close her eyes, to avoid watching her fucker, and tried to close her lips. Anyway, she could not resist anymore, any word she would say to me, would be useless! She was totally naked, and she received increasingly hard strokes from my angry dick. The harder I shooted it inside her pussy, the weaker she looked... until she couldn't anymore and screamed loudly :&lt;br /&gt;- Ahh ahh you hurt, fucking gorilla!&lt;br /&gt;Her insult just gave extra blood to my conquering cock. I heard Josh saying, in a troubled voice :&lt;br /&gt;- You like him, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;- No way ahhh ahhh slowly !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly opened her eyes so wide, looked at me but only screamed more and more!&lt;br /&gt;- I cum! I said.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't !!&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm, I screamed as I never did...&lt;br /&gt;- Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she came, she got her orgasmo, that really hot girl! That was much stronger than her. I still felt in hunger, so I started to move up and down again, inside her hot pussy, but she stopped me:&lt;br /&gt;- Enough!&lt;br /&gt;- I want you!&lt;br /&gt;- Stop!! ahhh you hurt me so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more minutes of wild fuck, and she finally forgot her pain and frustration, and came a second time, while I hard gave her my last drops of sperm. She received all, then pushed me and did not say nothing. Josh was lying in the floor, he migt have already come, too. She was then near to him:&lt;br /&gt;- My man!&lt;br /&gt;- I am proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;- You are a shame!&lt;br /&gt;- I don't mind...&lt;br /&gt;- You lied...&lt;br /&gt;- You knew my fantasy...don't you?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't share your perversion!&lt;br /&gt;- Though you like it! I see...&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah with no condom! She said, starting to cry...&lt;br /&gt;- No come on, he is safe!&lt;br /&gt;- I can't believe you anymore!&lt;br /&gt;- I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished closing my jeans zipper, and came next to them :&lt;br /&gt;- Thank you, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fixed her weak gaze on me, she found nothing to say, after she got used by me. In front of my friend, Josh, I took Lisa in my arms, and told her gently:&lt;br /&gt;- I swear, I am safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned, looking at Josh, lying lazely on the floor, and told him:&lt;br /&gt;- Tell her that I never use condom when it comes to fuck a good girl of a good friend...&lt;br /&gt;- Oh I don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;- Huh?&lt;br /&gt;- I mean, she is not good girl anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa laughed and protested : You, crazy men!&lt;br /&gt;Then she added : You won! But I don't like people to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Of course! He said. As long as he comes fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;- What?&lt;br /&gt;- Come on Lisa! Don't you like a new taste, a second dick?&lt;br /&gt;- Hah! It's enough for tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed all three. Then I left them alone, and went to join Randy, it was late to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;He was sleepy, but the not the model on tv, I came just nearby, and told him, in total indecency :&lt;br /&gt;- Your cousin is good! Is your sister, too?&lt;br /&gt;- You say?&lt;br /&gt;- If she is hot, I am sure I would want her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just said an inarticulate words, and slept again. The day after, Randy called me, he was well awake. After some usual phrases, he asked :&lt;br /&gt;- I wish I did a confused dream.. you were telling me some naughty request...&lt;br /&gt;- naughtier than you, silly?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm impossible! He said, proudly.&lt;br /&gt;- So listen.. it's not a dream. Your sister is my next!&lt;br /&gt;- Euh...&lt;br /&gt;- Don't decide for her, old minded!&lt;br /&gt;- I am not!&lt;br /&gt;- Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-has-good-girlfriend-part-22.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub="49f40f5a230a6b5e";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-7113864492725629520?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/7113864492725629520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-has-good-girlfriend-part-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/7113864492725629520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/7113864492725629520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-has-good-girlfriend-part-22.html' title='Shameful Sessions - He has a good girlfriend (2/2)'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-2276562308983321856</id><published>2009-11-27T20:20:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:28:10.434+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuckoldery'/><title type='text'>Shameful Sessions - He has a good girlfriend (1/2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was friday.. my best day ever! It has always been my release and my time for madness! Only for once, friday was much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All began when an old friend of mine, Josh, called me to plan a joyful weekend with another friend, Randy. We all shared a considerable time of our teenagerhood, in the highschool. I never forget those days, where we envied older youngsters for their freedom and wealth they had. We dreamed to be students, but now we are! Being in university means a lot of things, as for instance, becoming definitely a man, who has a girlfriend and who starts to build interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time to meet together, to see how did each of us become, to laugh at our mad memories, but first of all, let us be crazy as we used to be! Once we met in Josh's home, we found our teen manners and as soon we started to laugh as the nasty pupils we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference with the past, was the presence of one shining girl, she might be 20 around. I was looking at her when Josh was talking with the other guest, Randy. This last observed me, smiled and told our hoster :&lt;br /&gt;- Do you see? I can't recognize him!&lt;br /&gt;- Really? said sceptically Josh.&lt;br /&gt;- Look at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ashamed, I looked at them while the girl was still sitting a bit further, watching tv. Josh laughed and said :&lt;br /&gt;- What? I see nothing man!&lt;br /&gt;- He mated your girl!&lt;br /&gt;- And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both laughed, and I joined them finally, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;- So let's know a bit more about you, Xa!&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm what can I say...&lt;br /&gt;- Anything!&lt;br /&gt;- Well.. I love university, I will apply for a job next holidays, that's all...&lt;br /&gt;- Okay! Let's say that you have not changed... good pupil!&lt;br /&gt;- Good?&lt;br /&gt;- Hey hey don't think so... he had a so naughty glance.. replied Randy.&lt;br /&gt;- Me? When?&lt;br /&gt;Randy, who loves to tease his friends, ignored my questions and told Josh :&lt;br /&gt;- He is more interested in your girl than in you, wake up man! And they laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt too embarassed. In reality, I had been constantly attracted by the casual posture of the girl sitting on the sofa. She wore simple pyjama, and she clearly seemed not glad to see her boyfriend, Josh, talking with his male friends like a stupid teen. Of course, she ignored even more my curious exploring glances at her body. I was a little bit absorbed in my thoughts, when Josh told me :&lt;br /&gt;- Huhu! I think Randy is right...&lt;br /&gt;- Oh no just...&lt;br /&gt;- What?&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry I woke up early...&lt;br /&gt;- Ok I see...&lt;br /&gt;- (smile)&lt;br /&gt;- Beer or Wine?&lt;br /&gt;- Let's beer!&lt;br /&gt;- Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about one hour, we had got increasingly funny and indecent.. Lisa, the girl, suddenly stood, she sounded embarassed, then she disappeared as soon as I swallowed the last drops of my glass. I look at Josh asking for more beer, but he understood differently :&lt;br /&gt;- Hahahaa pooor Xa!&lt;br /&gt;- Huh?&lt;br /&gt;- Your girl is gone haha!&lt;br /&gt;- My girls or yours?!&lt;br /&gt;They both laughed. I laughed, too. Then I said :&lt;br /&gt;- By the way, is she ok?&lt;br /&gt;- I donno! Josh said, while he emptied his glass.&lt;br /&gt;Randy answered instead :&lt;br /&gt;- You like her, didn't I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;- Like?&lt;br /&gt;- Hum?&lt;br /&gt;- How.. she didn't even talk!&lt;br /&gt;- So let's say you want her?&lt;br /&gt;- You believe?&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh innocent you are! Come on tell it!&lt;br /&gt;- Ok why you say it?&lt;br /&gt;- Coz she is sexy, man!&lt;br /&gt;- Yes may be..&lt;br /&gt;- You suck!&lt;br /&gt;- You crazy!&lt;br /&gt;- We are become men, don't get ashamed to tell such basic truth!&lt;br /&gt;- Of course but she is not alone... i mean not single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Josh, whose face got reddened, followed our conversation with much attention. He was thinking, or trying to. But I felt annoyed by his staring. I thought he would ask Randy and me to go... After a moment of silence, Josh just repeated the words :&lt;br /&gt;- So... you want her?&lt;br /&gt;- Who..!! Lisa?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cock got rude at a glance. I felt discovered.&lt;br /&gt;- Y-e-s or n-o-t ? He said, frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;- Noo he is too scrupulous, Josh!&lt;br /&gt;- I am not!&lt;br /&gt;- I made a mistake, you must be gay or worse!&lt;br /&gt;- Stop!&lt;br /&gt;- You want my girlfriend? Asked Josh again, with a strange naughty voice.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes I want your girlfriend, asshole!&lt;br /&gt;- Ok then...&lt;br /&gt;- What does this change? I asked.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't answer, just called :&lt;br /&gt;- Lisaaa!&lt;br /&gt;- Whaat?&lt;br /&gt;- Come!&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna sleep!&lt;br /&gt;- Ok stay there. Xa! Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did and followed him along the couloir. I heard Randy laughing behind me and crying :&lt;br /&gt;- He has a good girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand those crazy events. When we came in front of the door, he whispered : don't talk to me then! And he suggested me to enter the room with him, then I stopped while he approached hid bed where Lisa was lying down, on her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;- Hey hey wake up!&lt;br /&gt;- Shhit let me Josh!!&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm your ass...&lt;br /&gt;- Please I am sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;- Sweet ass sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna take a rest, don't you understand?&lt;br /&gt;- Your body rocks!&lt;br /&gt;- Huh? Am I stranger for you, asshole ?&lt;br /&gt;- For Xa...&lt;br /&gt;- Who is this shit?&lt;br /&gt;- Xa come fuck her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood violently, looked at me :&lt;br /&gt;- Damn Josh are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;- No you gona fuck with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was tired, visibly, so she just gave him a fuck off. Then she was lying again on her bed. Josh looks me, his eyes were shining with a sort of perverse light.. he whispered :&lt;br /&gt;- Go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa turned, stood up quickly, hit her boyfriend with her pillow : Drunk asshole! Go out!&lt;br /&gt;He laughed, moving to the door, and told me :&lt;br /&gt;- Enjoy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued, &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-has-good-girlfriend-part-22.html"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-has-good-girlfriend-part-12.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-2276562308983321856?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/2276562308983321856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-has-good-girlfriend-part-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/2276562308983321856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/2276562308983321856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-has-good-girlfriend-part-12.html' title='Shameful Sessions - He has a good girlfriend (1/2)'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-3724094483953356265</id><published>2009-11-26T20:02:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:04:55.114+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hardcore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Café'/><title type='text'>Shameful Sessions - Forbidden Dating (2/2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-forbidden-dating-part.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a sudden, the hottie came and I became tetanized. I didn't know what to do... may be she would kneel down and open my jeans zipper? But there is no porn movie! Wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was having a mixture of thoughts and emotions, which made me feel lost and confused, the girl started to wash her face, offering me her ass for the second time, but then, I could watch her detailed line emerging from her bronzed back, in total discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she was acting as if I were not there. Indifferent! Is this a game? I felt weak, like a banal teenager teased by a forbidden older girl. Then she broke my watching, she turned up, looked at me long, then she laughed as the experienced whore she is, and moved to the door. This defiant and humiliating behavior abruptly gave rise to a real rage inside me, so I didn't lose time, I stopped her firmly before she reached the door and got exposed to people... she turned back once more, her face expressed rather surprise. Without asking anything, silently but tightly I pulled her, I locked the door, I pushed her against the wall, ordered her to raise her hands and crouch, to offer to me her nasty ass. And it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She obeyed in silence, I tried to understand this strange behavior of her. She did not take my action for a rape, because she could easily scream and force a scandal in the tiny café. But on the other hand, she was careful to not express any excitement in response to what I did... why the hell! Coz I am stranger? Coz she doesn't want to look like a whore? Or does she think I can't satisfy her? This silent monologue made my aggressiveness rise once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of her upcoming shouts, which may turn the toilet to a porn studio. So I opened the tap fully, to ensure a total discretion. Meanwhile, she was looked carefully behind, but never tried to break the game. I came towards her again, put my nervous hands over her delicious breast tightened by her t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a weak "ah", as my fingers squeezed her hardened nipples. I liked her reaction, so I played vigorously with her nipples, which failed to hide behind the thick t-shirt of those autumn days. The more I pressed her brown rude nipples, the less she kept control of her breath and jerky shouting. I suprised her when I stopped all that game and both my hands began to explore her skin : One hand of mine was massaging her stomach and moving slowly upwards to conquer her breast again. My other hand, however, was moving down, and fast, it got wet... Ohh she really enjoys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I came too close to her, and told her : I want to fuck your ass! And we looked at each other in the mirrors nearby : she expressed some surprise, she smiled and told me : please don't do.. it hurts! I impatiently replied, not convinced : Hmm? You like it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was silent, and just looked at floor, powerlessly. I believe she likes to be submissive. Although she seems to be vulgar, too much expressive and inscrutable in public, she hides a big fantasy of being used, treated like a bitch in bed.. or in a banal toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. How didn't I think about it? I tool off my hand which was distorting her t-shirt, and at a glance, my fingers were catching her hair, which I pulled. She shouted loudly, I could read her pain in her face. But that just strengthened my desire. I continued to control her head, while my other hand was entirely covering the curves of her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She understood my intentions, and she tried to play the victim, she resisted to me. Unexpectedly, I gave her a hard push on her ass, and she found herself one feet forward. We were both surprised, so we just continued this action, while she was attempting to express some resistance, but some seconds later, we were in front of the toilet door. I firmly pushed it, my dirty girl and I went inside. Then, I took back my hand, and her hair immediately covered her face, leaving her sexy naked neck. She had no time to remake her hair, because my hand was forcing her head down. More than ever, her ass was exposed, her famous line spreading again.. for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand on her pussy traveled under her deformed pants, before it was attracted by her hot hole. She lightly cried. Then I removed her pants, and I stayed wondering the curves : A tiny exciting dark skinned ass, crossed by a hot ray, deeper than I imagined... in the middle of which, I discovered an open hole welcoming me to come and cum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She guessed my surprise, and she laughed in a provoking way, as she used to do, and told me : so what? you never see it before? oh poor virgin! Of course, she was kidding, and she knew how would be my reaction. All of a sudden, I released my hardened dick, threw a condom I used to have in my pocket, and then I spitted over her ass hole. She cried : Bastard! My answer was a deafening slap on her ass, before she felt it warm, and added : Ahh. And started to repeatedly cry : stop! ohh stop! as my dick entered slowly in her tiny scorching tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, it got plenty.. and I was finally able to move my cock more and more quickly, until the hottie screamed seriously.. i didn't like to panic in such moment, so I flushed the toilet to make more noise.. Still, she shouted and moved her head from right to left and hit the toilet edges hysterically. All that stopped when I felt a plenty of hot sperm warming her tunnel.. she guessed.. she became silent, but a lot of breathing. I was removing my condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood, looked at herself, put her pants back, then she remarked that they got wet, because of some water on the floor. She got really angry, forgot all her weakness few seconds ago, shouted but to say that time : You bastard! She pushed me out the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;- Are you satisfied now?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- You are just crazy, go see a doctor!&lt;br /&gt;- Huh?&lt;br /&gt;- Fuck! poor man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finished hiding my cock, which was still big because I needed more...&lt;br /&gt;The gross words I heard were enough to make me decided to do something... I walked toward the girl, who was standing in front of the mirror... when she saw me, she cried :&lt;br /&gt;- So what?&lt;br /&gt;- Calm down...&lt;br /&gt;- Fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;- Just want to...&lt;br /&gt;- GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her... confused as in the beginning... I wish I could use her again, to take revenge... to answer to her  rude words by a ruder fuck. But... it would be a real rape... I can't be a raper!  I still glanced her, through the mirror, she seemed actually exasperated. I moved my hand for the last time to this forbidden body, and pressed shamelessly that ass, barely hidden by wet pants. And I jumped outside, she had even not time to react... I was coming back to my lover. She looked anxious :&lt;br /&gt;- Are you fine ?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;- Are you sure ?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes darling!&lt;br /&gt;- Give me your hand, I have been worried...&lt;br /&gt;- Oh you don't have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in lack of love and respect, I welcomed my kitten in my arms, while she took my hand to kiss it as she used to do... Oops, I felt guilty.. that hand didn't deserve... No no I did nothing! that was so ephemeral. Actually, I was about to forget my affair, when my darling raised her hand, her eyes were asking me, she was looking for words.. then she said :&lt;br /&gt;- Your fingers smell ...&lt;br /&gt;- What... ? (I had one of my worst fears).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, trying to understand... then she laughed.. and went in my arms again :&lt;br /&gt;- Oh it's nothing sweetie! You know I am fussy! she said, snuggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, relaxed, sighed, wondering how lucky i am, and feeling a rise of love and need for my lover. Is it rather pity, you think? At that time, I saw the bad girl coming from the toilet, I tried to ignore her. She was  going to join her friends but she stopped in front of us, a new wave of anxiety came. My angel girl raised her head again, looked at the devil with innocent eyes :&lt;br /&gt;- You need something?&lt;br /&gt;- Or I will give you something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threw a plastic thing on my face and sit with her friends. I was totally shocked. I looked at my clothes, I touched my cheeks : they were wet, with something like a glue. The condom run, came over my girlfriend's knees. She had a strange glance. Our eyes met, while loud laughter and confused talks came from the girls nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-forbidden-dating-part_26.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub="49f40f5a230a6b5e";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-3724094483953356265?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/3724094483953356265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-forbidden-dating-part_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/3724094483953356265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/3724094483953356265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-forbidden-dating-part_26.html' title='Shameful Sessions - Forbidden Dating (2/2)'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-3552393990211850885</id><published>2009-11-25T14:44:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:29:27.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Café'/><title type='text'>Shameful Sessions - Forbidden Dating (1/2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dating has alway been a challenge for most of guys, willing to improve their seduction skills and their self confidence as well. This is good. But what if you go dating while you are committed or further, when you are accompanied by your girlfriend ? Personnally, I think it's a fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate the following tale to every man who loves extreme challenges, or who just wants to punish his bad-behaving girlfriend. Girls, don't get offended, you will take revenge in a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, my girlfriend and I had an appointement somewhere. We had not seen each other for many days. You can easily guess how exciting it can be to get some time again with his girl. For two hours along, we had shared a walk and a passionate talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she was hungry, so we went to a nice restaurant to eat something together. How beautiful! Honestly, I had felt in a good mood, and was just waiting impatiently some intimacy to take her in my arms as long as I want. Her eyes were telling me a lot of excitement. We couldn't stay longer, so we left the restaurant and we entered the nearest café. I took her hand with a big feeling of happiness and pride, facing the curious people looking at us. Finally, we found a narrow corner, but which is really comfortable. Perfect! We were glued each to other, sharing one breath and one warmth which was going to increase. Everytime her eyes met the mine, I felt a sudden rise of desire and other hot emotions I can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. time was running, we were absolutely absorbed in our small but large romantic world, til a group of four girls came just next to us. Inconsciously, I looked at them then turned my head back to my lover, who seemed to not mind my curiosity. And we started to talk once more, and more. But something changed : I could hard focus on my peaceful girlfriend, my eyes were regularly attracted by the laughter of the girls nearby. I swear they have nothing to be compared with my girl, they looked vulgar but... why the hell they took more and more of my attention ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even started to rate these girls in my mind, shamelessly evaluating every detail of their sexy bodies, their faces, their teasing posture,... I was feeling guilty, while listening to the dreamy words of my girlfriend, when my mind got connected to the stranger girls. One of them was definitely the object  of my curiosity, no it's not anymoe, it's really desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vainly tried to push out these thoughts of my head, are they bad? But at once, I desperately realized that I felt no more excitement regarding my lover. In final, I felt troubled and was going to ask my girlfriend to go elsewhere. At that moment, I saw what I might never see! The girl of my fantasies, giving me her back, squats and... her pants move a bit down, leaving a very nude brown skin. Oh! My eyes got troubled by this unexpected sight! I can actually see her ass line, there is even no string! Quickly, I looked at her friends, but it was late... and they must wonder how bastard I am. I looked at my girlfriend who was always talking of everything, there is no sign in her eyes showing that she suspected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! It's not that scandalous.. but on the other side, girls clearly made sure of my ill intentions. All that happened in few seconds... however the situation was finally going to change... when the girl  whom I mated her ass turned round and looked at me with severe eyes. Hmm is she indignant? I don't think so, really! She is not of those girls who care about their reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? No, there is another meaning in her eyes, like "come fuck me". I could not explain it, but the message was more than clear. This hussy girl hasn't any worry about the possible reactions of my girlfriend. During the minutes after, we frequently exchanged glances, which got more and more lasting and vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she is vulgar, that's what I said, but I am, too! Then, I forgot every scruple and all the lover I had been one hour ago. Instead, I found it like a duty to go do something with the hottie. She was waiting something, for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea came immediately : I broke the incessant confidence of my sweety, and told her that I had to go to the toilets. She smiled at me, that innocent smile which make you the most lover man. But I didn't need that, nor even need to have a hot fuck later with her. All I wanted is to push it roughly in the brown ass of that shameless crude girl. I know she is not of those we call "good girls", I am totally aware of it, and that's all the problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the toilet waiting a dream. I wondered whether I was too much self confident? Have I any prejudice about an entirely unknown girl? I experienced some anxiety, and I thought that it was better to go masturbating to end all this hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-forbidden-dating-part_26.html"&gt;continued&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-forbidden-dating-part_26.html"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-forbidden-dating-part.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-3552393990211850885?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/3552393990211850885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-forbidden-dating-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/3552393990211850885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/3552393990211850885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameful-sessions-forbidden-dating-part.html' title='Shameful Sessions - Forbidden Dating (1/2)'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-1793120922410242009</id><published>2009-11-24T21:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:29:58.115+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><title type='text'>Shameful Sessions - Hunt the Ass in the Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has happened today. The beginning of the story is real, the following is the fruit of much of frustration and imagination. Hope you will enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing inside the bus, facing two chairs on which sitted two girls. They were really funny and enjoying their time, they easily broke the killing routine of the bus. This last was going to be more and more crowded, however people inside seemed to be indifferent, tired and in hurry to reach their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching from time to time the two girls, a bit amazed of their cheerful talks, when an older man came, desperately seeking a chair. As energetic and warm they are, the happy girls offered a chair to the man, who just thanked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the inseparable girls shared now one chair, just next the window. The scene was crazy, but innocent as well. One girl indeed sitted on the knees of her friend, whom I envied secretely. I looked at the joyful girl in front of me, my look might tell her a lot of frustration. She realized it may be, but she was obviously concentrated on the teasing hands of her friend, tickling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around, most people look away, and only some ones indifferently care about the entertainment of the two girls. One of them felt hot, so she started to remove her vest. I immediately stared at her breast, to discover any interesting sight. At this moment, I was amazed to establish that the old neigbour was also looking at the same direction. The girl sitting on her friend was aware of the attraction she was creating but she never expressed shame or any discomfort. Per contra, she started to wave her hips, oh my gosh, is this a game or a lovely hot show ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man was however more teased than me, and I understand! I just imagine how he can feel the warmths of two hot girls. Lucky he is! And pity him, voyeur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I couldn't stop myself thinking of the amusing girl in front of me.. in a kinky way. I wish I were her neighbour just to feel her smell. At that time, I saw her face reddening. Oh! And what if she reads in my thoughts? No.. I was definitely superstitious and totally disconnected, as everybody standing near to me. What happened in front of me was just unexpected... and totally unespected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl hidden to me was clearly relaxing by putting her head on her friend's back. Friendly isn't it? But the other girl seemed really embarassed, and looked at me and at everyone around, as to make sure that everything is ok. What's up? I focused then on the gentleman, oh.. one hand was missing. What's wrong? I looked more carefully at the crazy threesome, and waw.. this is my discovery : the man, in fact, had unexpectedly put his hand behind his neighbour, fingering her ass for sure.. Damn, I hate him! And that's not all, because when I moved around, I saw his fingers linking the pussy of one girl, and the ass of the other. Imagine such a sight. In fact, the girl who looked relaxing, just tried to hide her confusion, while her friend was unfortunately exposed to everyone on the bus. I looked at the lucky man just before I moved ahead, he was still calm, smiling as any grateful old man towards a couple of kind girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt revolted but in reality, I appreciated that unexpected discovery, and admitted that I should learn much from such bus hunters. Whereas, I still wonder while leaving the crazy bus : how did he do to not be rejected ?! 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Winter is about to start, here we go with some hot stuff taken from everyday life situations.&lt;br /&gt;Shameful sessions : One day, one story. 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Thank you for all the time you took to evaluate the &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/09/telecheating-story-how-did-it-start.html"&gt;last story&lt;/a&gt;. Here I like to share with you my feeling regarding your global feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, I am glad to see that most of you found the story hot, that was just my goal. Though, I feel more than ever responsible for my next essai. Besides, there is majority preferring a longer story. So you guess the challenge : longer and hotter! Thank you again for your voices, thereby I can be closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, let me note that there is something perverse inside you, while thinking of your teacher,or colleague, or doctor or any other lady/man of your everyday life. May be, you find topics like incest or cheating a bit extreme or unreal.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;However,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; real naughty plans are our shared motivation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naughty statistic : Most viewed pages of the blog are those related to the labels : 1 - Milf ;  2 - Affair. 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I never forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't answer. Instead, she hard breathed. I could listen to her panting. Consequently, my dick became seriously thick and dark. I told her, tetanized:&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want me to take you?&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh&lt;br /&gt;- Are you seated?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;- What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh just as usual..&lt;br /&gt;- Please don't take off your clothes, i will make you scream, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;- Xaa.. what are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;- I hold your legs over your chair arms. I come just under your skirt..&lt;br /&gt;- Ahmm&lt;br /&gt;- How are your undeclothes?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't wear, now...&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh.. (words escaped, I felt more than ever in big hunger).&lt;br /&gt;- Mmmh don't stop.. she said, as she actually imagined me licking her wet pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced a too strange sensation, whole my skin was tingling. I imagined my blood boiling below.. My dick got harder. I told her this, once again.. but this time, she didn't laugh, and she didn't express surprise, neither. She just made a loud "Oh" and then she asked :&lt;br /&gt;- Why are you late? Come on behind me..!&lt;br /&gt;- Hey...&lt;br /&gt;- I am for you..&lt;br /&gt;- What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;- I am on four..&lt;br /&gt;- Oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quicly, I was telling her that I finally took firmly her smooth hips, and pointed my thick cock in front of her hot hole. I was shoving it down her lips, her ass line and her clitoris. She screamed louder and became more naughty.. Damn I didn't longer recognize the wise and cheerful friend I have! Her screams were suddenly interrupted by the ring of the phone.&lt;br /&gt;- Ohhh what!! she said.&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Why now..!&lt;br /&gt;- (i found no words to say)&lt;br /&gt;- Please wait&lt;br /&gt;After few seconds, she came back:&lt;br /&gt;- It's him, again.&lt;br /&gt;- Well...&lt;br /&gt;- "Laisse tomber" (Ignoring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My excitement abruptly rised too much, due to the naughty phantasm which was to be realized. This is cheating itself! While her husband kept on calling, the wife demanded impatiently:&lt;br /&gt;- Please stop teasing me, put it in my ass!&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh&lt;br /&gt;- I can't anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pushed my hardened cock as deep as she wants! I told her what I was doing with her white kinky ass. This scene highly strenghted my desire towards the lady. I asked her, to better figure the situation :&lt;br /&gt;- How red is your ass?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;- It must be.. when I beat it!&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh&lt;br /&gt;- Want to...?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh!!&lt;br /&gt;- Let me hear this..&lt;br /&gt;- How?&lt;br /&gt;- Spank your ass while fingering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit surprised, she did. But only few seconds later, she was screaming again, and her ass, too! Definitely, I was fucking her ass hard, while my hands bitting her buttocks pitilessly. All of a sudden, she cried with pleasure, then she looked peaceful. I cummed just after.. I was breathing and sweating. She asked with a so good mood :&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh sorry.. I think I was earlier to cum..&lt;br /&gt;- I guess..&lt;br /&gt;- It was .. waw!&lt;br /&gt;- Unbelievable! How pleasing!!&lt;br /&gt;- Yep!&lt;br /&gt;- So positive feelings, I would say..&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah that's it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really smiling, no worries, no thoughts, no concerns, only happiness! And she just share the feelings. Crazy.. naughty sex is likely to lead to wellfare. Finally, an affair is not that silly., it's human! And she was first to remember :&lt;br /&gt;- I think we should go... my husband is coming, and I have to bring my son back home. School tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;- Ah yes...&lt;br /&gt;- Muahh (kiss) thank you for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;- I love! That's... ; she interrupted me in a hurry :&lt;br /&gt;- We must go! Have a nice afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still lying down, just smiling. The end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-33.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-8282375630238583168?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/8282375630238583168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-33.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/8282375630238583168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/8282375630238583168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-33.html' title='Telecheating [ep 6]: Wife loves doggy (3/3)'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-1373984534390150207</id><published>2009-10-19T13:53:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:03:15.969+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Telecheating [ep 6]: Wife loves doggy  (2/3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-12.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disconcerted while listening to the objection of my married friend. I was thinking why did she suddenly lose her desire.. Is that fear? Is that shame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I could not stop my hands subtly teasing my dick, and so, I kept really hope, naughty hope, alive. Definitely, I felt rather indifferent and even more kinky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home phone suddenly ringed, she had to leave me for a while to answer to her husband, who just wanted to invite her to a receipt, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered, how much is this couple active, young, and smart! I had to consider that I got less and less likely to do something with this lucky wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not too much time for my silly thoughts, because she came back soon, apologizing for the break, and explaining me the object of the call. During about one hour, we shared talks about many things, regarding her life, the mine, our friends, our experience, our hobbies, and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, she was curious to know more about my sexual life, in real. So I was pleased to take this opportunities to tell her some hot details of my sexual experience.. as an innocent frank friend tries to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was interested, and increasingly curious, and never stopped me. That made me a bit more silly, describing in an open way and more vulgar words, how does my dick react while excited, how much is my cum while shoting into my ex partner's ass, after a hot fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked amazed, and even more willing to know more.. so I confessed to her that I tasted once my own cum, and found it like cheese. To this statement she replied : umm yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cock was then in rise, I didn't hesitate to describe what did it become at that moment, and she got shocked. But she didn't object, and never tried to resist, she just wanted to know more and more about my silly private habits those days, while chatting with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, curiosity and surprise, in that the hotwife reacted to all my answers. She was enough open to sexy talks, that she was just ready to answer to many of my questions around her private life. It's all different when I got her answers in live.. her voice was growing weaker and warmer. I enjoyed this intimacy more than ever, that was indeed the first time we talked hot topics in real, in direct way, without any smiley, nor time to think and to hide any emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her how does her sexual life look to be. And I was amazed when I realized that she really gets satisfied every night, with her lover husband. Then we moved to a more taboo topic, I asked her about her fantasies, her imagination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure that she may experience some fantasms that she has not fulfilled yet. She looked a little bit confused, but then decided to tell me the truth...&lt;br /&gt;- You know, I love my husband, and I do love sex with him. We are like young lovers, but...&lt;br /&gt;- But??&lt;br /&gt;- I can't tell him about every fantasy which creeps into my mind...&lt;br /&gt;- Like what? And why.. he must appreciate that you tell him.&lt;br /&gt;- Not this one...&lt;br /&gt;- ?&lt;br /&gt;- I want to be taken from behind...&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh...&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.. I am never sure how can this handle with such a request..&lt;br /&gt;- You think he can take it bad..?&lt;br /&gt;- May be.. well, we make love every night, but.. it's not that crazy.. I just want to experience sodomy..&lt;br /&gt;- Are you not afraid?&lt;br /&gt;- No, why?&lt;br /&gt;- You can find it harmful..&lt;br /&gt;- Eventhough! I like to discover new sensations there.. i wanna be treated roughly, sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh..&lt;br /&gt;- Hey you don't tell me about your own fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;- Well.. I have many.. but the most powerful one is.. you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was perplexed, feeling my dick hard like a rod. Silence and sighs followed these hot confessions, then she asked :&lt;br /&gt;- Why me? (she didn't sound to believe)&lt;br /&gt;- Because you are married...&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;- I am older, I could be your mom...&lt;br /&gt;- I love that!&lt;br /&gt;- .. I don't feel sexy as 20 yo girl! I find myself fat!&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I love your fat smooth ass..&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh stop..&lt;br /&gt;- Never thought to make your fantasy comes true?&lt;br /&gt;- Hein?&lt;br /&gt;- I am going to spank your white ass, ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-33.html"&gt;continued&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-23.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-1373984534390150207?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/1373984534390150207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1373984534390150207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1373984534390150207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-23.html' title='Telecheating [ep 6]: Wife loves doggy  (2/3)'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-5194223524408092548</id><published>2009-10-18T15:08:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:00:40.094+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Telecheating [ep 6]: Wife loves doggy  (1/3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-5-naughty-rendez-vous.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sunday. It's a beautiful day, I woke up full of pep, full of desire. For once, I would not be lazy sunday!While taking my breakfast, I was considering every piece of food as a likely aphrodisiac. That's what to wait for a sexy round with a forbidden lady. 10 o'clock, time to call. We had been waiting this moment for ages. I made sure my door is locked, before I took a totally casual naughty posture, my hands immediately started to wake up my dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, we were talking and looking at each other. She wore simple clothes, nothing sexy, nothing special. Yet, I quickly got silly imagining the following, so that I started to use indecent words. Well, she didn't seem hot enough, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to continue our conversation by telephone, because cams bugged a lot. I was "computer free", so I was lying just near my desk, only wearing my headset... We still talked about various topics, but never I stopped to unconsciously rub my cock. In a sudden, she suspected something, she asked :&lt;br /&gt;- Busy hands yeah?&lt;br /&gt;- Right..&lt;br /&gt;- (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;- Using a cummed stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking in this naughty way made my lust rising abrubtly. Behaving like a careless dirty lover, towards a respectful lady who had just managed to take her son to his cousins... She was laughing and kidding, like any cheerful friend. That attitude made me a bit more frustrated. I decided then to venture into the forbidden topic for which we were there... I tried to suggest some posture to her, to make passionate love. To this request, she merely answered :&lt;br /&gt;- Don't take it bad.. I am not ready for this now! Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-23.html"&gt;continued&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-12.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-5194223524408092548?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/5194223524408092548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/5194223524408092548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/5194223524408092548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-12.html' title='Telecheating [ep 6]: Wife loves doggy  (1/3)'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-4555167343679086080</id><published>2009-10-17T14:32:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:59:14.024+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Telecheating [ep 5]: Rendez-vous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-4-hot-dedication.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exchanging greetings and usual phrases, as good friends do, she said :&lt;br /&gt;- You know, I have been busy in the afternoon, I have not much time for us, besides my husband and my son will be back soon..!&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Though, next sunday, I will be all the day alone here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I realized the kinky invitation inside, she added :&lt;br /&gt;- Are you busy in sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more than amazed by this plan, offered to me, so I answered trying to contain my big excitement :&lt;br /&gt;- Not yet! So sunday is defintely for us!&lt;br /&gt;- Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she realized again :&lt;br /&gt;- Coz my husband is just watching tv, he can come here at any time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking how crazy is our story, nevertheless my friend seemed to read in my thoughts, as she said :&lt;br /&gt;- I am talking as if you were my lover! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;- ..it's just good!&lt;br /&gt;- I am just following the life river flow.&lt;br /&gt;- Right words..&lt;br /&gt;- We can chose to fight against the flow..&lt;br /&gt;- Philosophical!&lt;br /&gt;- Or we can follow it, and see where it would take us away..&lt;br /&gt;- I'm in meditation mode, now!&lt;br /&gt;- Some people stay where they are, they don't fight but they don't go ahead neither!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My married friend is just amazing : Although she can be seen as crazy and butterfly, she keeps on thinking deeply about all what she does and feels. Does she look for some conviction, to feel better with her secret life? Anyway, I know that I like her, and above all, I worship her generous mature body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We openly talked about fantasies and amateur porn, she was stating how do women react to rough sex, loudly screaming.. I fast forgot our wise conversation we just had had, and started to feel impatient..&lt;br /&gt;- I can't get excited if there is no sound, natural sounds i mean, in the movie.. she said.&lt;br /&gt;- I feel the same! I think we easily identify ourselves with actors.&lt;br /&gt;- May be..&lt;br /&gt;- I used to watch amateur short movies, but last night, I didn't need to! I was satisfied, and more.. I masturbated once more thinkg about you.. I am hungry of your skin, madam!&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh Xa, you should use such words in your tales, she said as to stay a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;- I would be crazy to see any inch of your body!&lt;br /&gt;- We will have fun, sunday! I am impatient, too...&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh i'm going to get an erection again.. what a plan!&lt;br /&gt;- I really don't understand your fantasy, my body has nothing special! I told you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already started to slowly masturbate, thinking about the naughty sunday waiting for us. She continued :&lt;br /&gt;- And I'm 35. I don't longer have the body of 20 years old! What would you do if you knew me before?&lt;br /&gt;- You are simple, and you are hot, that's enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was typing some word, she misfully added a letter, all the meaning amazingly became erotic. This funny accidend made it clear we are highly ready to make love, definitely plaing roles of lover and hotwife, because we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself increasingly allured by her laughter. Staring at her yummy lips, I said : I want to eat you! Suddenly, she switched to another topic, unexpectedly :&lt;br /&gt;- Hey how do you find my skirt?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm sexy!&lt;br /&gt;- And now?&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh ..&lt;br /&gt;- It's shorter like this no?&lt;br /&gt;- Hey..!&lt;br /&gt;- Or also in this way..&lt;br /&gt;- (breathless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she had stood up and she was, for the first time, teasing me in a naughty way!&lt;br /&gt;- I am crazy! she said.&lt;br /&gt;- And I am in hunger! I wanna lick your thighs!&lt;br /&gt;- And?&lt;br /&gt;- And go just there, between..&lt;br /&gt;- You may want to kiss my boobs, too! Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh.. (I was never hoping for such a hot show)&lt;br /&gt;- What a question.., she said, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;- Of course I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she holded her tiny tee shirt up, showing me extremely white and heavy boobs.&lt;br /&gt;- How delicious!! I said, tetanized.&lt;br /&gt;- I like them, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she disappeared, then she came back. She looked serious and at hurry.&lt;br /&gt;- What's up? Someone coming?&lt;br /&gt;- Yep.. wait pliz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cam had been disconnected. Chat window had been closed. My hand desperartely continued to touch my impatient cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a message later : she was sorry to stop, her husband just came back home after bringing their son from school. I can finally figure how does a lover feels.. I had to wait four days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see you this &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-6-wife-loves-doggy-12.html"&gt;sunday &lt;/a&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-5-naughty-rendez-vous.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub="49f40f5a230a6b5e";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-4555167343679086080?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/4555167343679086080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-5-naughty-rendez-vous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4555167343679086080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4555167343679086080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-5-naughty-rendez-vous.html' title='Telecheating [ep 5]: Rendez-vous'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-4776205302479941649</id><published>2009-10-16T10:45:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:06:09.804+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Telecheating [ep 4]: Hot dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-3-watching-her-lover.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last episode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy night was just the beginning of an unexpected story. My married friend was still surprised of my reaction. However, I used to think that my huge desire towards her was something trivial. As the mature and responsible woman she is, she finds it difficult to admit my undless excitement while sharing a talk with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that, for a week along, I have been asking her to let me listen to her moans while fingering herself. I was indeed highly teased by what she confessed to me; she did often masturbate and she enjoyed it everytime, regardless to her good sexual life with husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silly events of the last night seemed to encourage my friend to finally make a record for me. She was extremely curious to see in real my reaction to her moans. So I was downloading her naughty file, while chatting with her as simple friends do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I will see you in cam ;) , she told.&lt;br /&gt;- ohh.. shall I be quiet? Yet, I can't control my hands!&lt;br /&gt;- No! And you will launch your cam when you start to listen to the file..&lt;br /&gt;- Of course...&lt;br /&gt;- Ok but don't play Rocco Sifredy neither! My husband can enters here... just want to see your face.&lt;br /&gt;- I promise.. eventhough, I would be confused.&lt;br /&gt;- I like! Don't you think that turns me into confused shy woman when you listen to me in that state? Only my husband has listened to...&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh dear.. i don't know what to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me to add :&lt;br /&gt;- I start!&lt;br /&gt;- blushing!&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we turned on our cams, we looked at each other, there were be silence, but our eyes revealed much of desire, undoubtfully! She was carefully looking at me, trying to find out any unsual expression on my face. Nevertheless, I felt more than ever nude. In reality, I was.. after I took off my pants to give freedom to my increasingly hard dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I stared at her eyes, which actively inspected me up and down, the less I felt comfortable and spontaneous. That was just a unique situation, for me as well as for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her then that I would listen to her moans, as she wanted to. and that I would react as if I were alone, so I ignored the window of cam, which I minimized. I know this has no sense, but I felt really hidden. I was ready to discover how does a wife squirt... oh how exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I played the file, closed my eyes, and started to discover the very special record. Nothing to do with porn, this is much stronger, because I kept in mind that moans are those of a friend who is forbidden to me. By the end of listening, I totally forgot my cam, my face and every muscle of mine was contracting and relaxing so hard, til I got a massive awesome cumshot. Once again, this can't be compared to my everyday masturbation. May be, because it's what we call "personal sex"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I checked, breathless, our chatroom window :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you there??&lt;br /&gt;- Of course I am! How can I leave such a show?&lt;br /&gt;- I was also checking some of your photos while listening to you..&lt;br /&gt;- I like the experience!&lt;br /&gt;- And I thirst right now..&lt;br /&gt;- Need some drink made on me..?&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh.. I want!&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry no service anymore, it's late! She said to provoke me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it getting hard again, to the image of licking a wife with all this passion. But it was late enough, my older friend had to join her bed to lie near her sleeping husband. I had to work the day after, I didn't mind about time, I wanted this sensation to stay for an eternity, so I asked her to give me effectively to drink from her generous fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind how, I had the strong impression that we can be linked regardless to technology. Thus, we promised each other to meet together in her bed, me between her legs, open indiscretely for an invisible crazy lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, during my job, I received a horny message from my friend, urging me to come back. Obviously, she prepared something... what? Telecheating has finally began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-5-naughty-rendez-vous.html"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-4-hot-dedication.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var addthis_pub="49f40f5a230a6b5e";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-4776205302479941649?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/4776205302479941649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-4-hot-dedication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4776205302479941649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4776205302479941649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-4-hot-dedication.html' title='Telecheating [ep 4]: Hot dedication'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-4170748872496297810</id><published>2009-10-15T21:53:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:46:27.549+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Break : Sensual Woman (The Herbaliser)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Below the lyrics of a sexy track, to you ladies and gentlemen! Enjoy!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://naughty-plans.host22.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" width="290" height="24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://naughty-plans.host22.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=audioplayer1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://kiwi6.com/upload/hotlink?id=v7ttrliz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To become aware of my own sensuality,&lt;br /&gt;I first become fully aware of my own tactile sense.&lt;br /&gt;In dim light, I close my eyes and remove my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I lose his respect for being so wild?&lt;br /&gt;Hardly. He treats me like a rare and precious jewel.&lt;br /&gt;And he goes through the day proud of the fact, that with me,&lt;br /&gt;He is the world's most imaginative lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men pick amazing places for sexual adventure.&lt;br /&gt;The wildest adventure proposed to me was in a bathtub which was full of Jello!&lt;br /&gt;All I could think of, was how many boxes it would take?&lt;br /&gt;What would be the most alluring colour?&lt;br /&gt;The most delicious flavour?&lt;br /&gt;And how could that affect our oral explarations?&lt;br /&gt;If the Jello gets firm, would I bounce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you look around for what's new and different,&lt;br /&gt;Remember these three important weapons that should be learned to keep a man in love.&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, sensitivity to his moods and desires,&lt;br /&gt;And the courage to experiment with new sexual techniques,&lt;br /&gt;Enticing situations and places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovemaking is physical, and so its its language.&lt;br /&gt;Suck, cock, fuck, and prick, are not bad words.&lt;br /&gt;Used in the bedroom by lovers to describe parts of the body,&lt;br /&gt;And physical activities,&lt;br /&gt;They are very proper indeed, and they distinctly enhance sex.&lt;br /&gt;Overhaul a prudish attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Don't whistle and stick up your nose, at least, not up in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-4170748872496297810?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/4170748872496297810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/break-sensual-woman-herbaliser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4170748872496297810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4170748872496297810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/break-sensual-woman-herbaliser.html' title='Break : Sensual Woman (The Herbaliser)'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-6925474904954223339</id><published>2009-10-15T10:57:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:56:47.228+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Telecheating [ep 3]: Indecent Cam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/StbkY7GsJNI/AAAAAAAAACw/rxvuwojmNkg/s1600-h/poopie+pink+with+dick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/StbkY7GsJNI/AAAAAAAAACw/rxvuwojmNkg/s320/poopie+pink+with+dick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392748720656491730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-26-trembled-voice-silly.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last episode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy night was just the beginning of an unexpected story. My married friend was still surprised of my reaction. However, I used to think that my huge desire towards her was something trivial. As the mature and responsible woman she is, she finds it difficult to admit my undless excitement while sharing a talk with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that, for a week along, I have been asking her to let me listen to her moans while fingering herself. I was indeed highly teased by what she confessed to me; she did often masturbate and she enjoyed it everytime, regardless to her good sexual life with husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silly events of the last night seemed to encourage my friend to finally make a record for me. She was extremely curious to see in real my reaction to her moans. So I was downloading her naughty file, while chatting with her as simple friends do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I will see you in cam ;) , she told.&lt;br /&gt;- ohh.. shall I be quiet? Yet, I can't control my hands!&lt;br /&gt;- No! And you will launch your cam when you start to listen to the file..&lt;br /&gt;- Of course...&lt;br /&gt;- Ok but don't play Rocco Sifredy neither! My husband can enters here... just want to see your face.&lt;br /&gt;- I promise.. eventhough, I would be confused.&lt;br /&gt;- I like! Don't you think that turns me into confused shy woman when you listen to me in that state? Only my husband has listened to...&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh dear.. i don't know what to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me to add :&lt;br /&gt;- I start!&lt;br /&gt;- blushing!&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we turned on our cams, we looked at each other, there were be silence, but our eyes revealed much of desire, undoubtfully! She was carefully looking at me, trying to find out any unsual expression on my face. Nevertheless, I felt more than ever nude. In reality, I was.. after I took off my pants to give freedom to my increasingly hard dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I stared at her eyes, which actively inspected me up and down, the less I felt comfortable and spontaneous. That was just a unique situation, for me as well as for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her then that I would listen to her moans, as she wanted to. and that I would react as if I were alone, so I ignored the window of cam, which I minimized. I know this has no sense, but I felt really hidden. I was ready to discover how does a wife squirt... oh how exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I played the file, closed my eyes, and started to discover the very special record. Nothing to do with porn, this is much stronger, because I kept in mind that moans are those of a friend who is forbidden to me. By the end of listening, I totally forgot my cam, my face and every muscle of mine was contracting and relaxing so hard, til I got a massive awesome cumshot. Once again, this can't be compared to my everyday masturbation. May be, because it's what we call "personal sex"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I checked, breathless, our chatroom window :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you there??&lt;br /&gt;- Of course I am! How can I leave such a show?&lt;br /&gt;- I was also checking some of your photos while listening to you..&lt;br /&gt;- I like the experience!&lt;br /&gt;- And I thirst right now..&lt;br /&gt;- Need some drink made on me..?&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh.. I want!&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry no service anymore, it's late! She said to provoke me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it getting hard again, to the image of licking a wife with all this passion. But it was late enough, my older friend had to join her bed to lie near her sleeping husband. I had to work the day after, I didn't mind about time, I wanted this sensation to stay for an eternity, so I asked her to give me effectively to drink from her generous fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind how, I had the strong impression that we can be linked regardless to technology. Thus, we promised each other to meet together in her bed, me between her legs, open indiscretely for an invisible crazy lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, during my job, I received a horny message from my friend, urging me to come back. Obviously, she prepared something... what? Telecheating has finally began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-4-hot-dedication.html"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-3-watching-her-lover.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-6925474904954223339?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/6925474904954223339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-3-watching-her-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/6925474904954223339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/6925474904954223339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-3-watching-her-lover.html' title='Telecheating [ep 3]: Indecent Cam'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/StbkY7GsJNI/AAAAAAAAACw/rxvuwojmNkg/s72-c/poopie+pink+with+dick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-1821921659126557228</id><published>2009-10-14T11:25:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:54:45.061+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Telecheating [ep 2]: Trembled voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/StW1m-OaYcI/AAAAAAAAACo/9v4E8Gmpnng/s1600-h/ux_a08061900ux0048_ux_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/StW1m-OaYcI/AAAAAAAAACo/9v4E8Gmpnng/s320/ux_a08061900ux0048_ux_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392415809989140930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/09/telecheating-story-how-did-it-start.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That night, the silly guy was connected as usual with his preferred milf.. through some messenger. But each of them was totally devoted to other : "no disturb please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hard kept control of my excitement, and started again to place unshameful words towards the lady, who seemed to reject my naughty invitation. Such an attitude only made me even more excited and decided to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been smart, so she proposed to put the headsets and read the short erotic tales of each other.. to make evidence of mistakes, improve them and so on... That's just a good serious writer. Though, I wondered how she can easily resist to the kinky words which she was going to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took one of my first erotic stories, the topic was amazingly about milf fantasy. While she was reading, I experienced a strange feeling : a mixture of some pride, shame, and unexpected rise of desire. It was decidedly exciting to listen to his own fantasies from a woman, especially when she can be concerned by this fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she read more, I felt like naked. She could indeed identify with the fiction wife of the story. When she finished reading, I found myself a bit embarrassed, but much pleased of this experience. However, she was less talkative than usually.. what's going in her mind? I didn't ask her.. I just told her that it was my turn. Her short story contains a detailed description of a woman unashamedly teasing her neighbour, staring at her body from window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was that neighbour, or that's what I hoped. So I started to react to every move of that girl. I didn't know why, I also felt that she is just the author, my milf. I was reading with unmatched excitement and dreamfully, as I interpreted every word as it was devoted to me. While I stopped reading, the author asked me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do my story make you shy or uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh no.. it's rather exciting, really!&lt;br /&gt;- Really?&lt;br /&gt;- I swear!&lt;br /&gt;- Though you were breathing a lot, I thought you are ashamed to read this.&lt;br /&gt;- It's not that...&lt;br /&gt;- Ah?&lt;br /&gt;- (I laugh, as to hide something).&lt;br /&gt;- What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;- I read!&lt;br /&gt;- Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course..! (feeling dramatically discovered).&lt;br /&gt;- Your hands?&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;- What did you do with?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;- Honestly, i could not stop myself masturbating while reading your words.&lt;br /&gt;- You joke!&lt;br /&gt;- I tell you the truth!&lt;br /&gt;- Ohh Xa&lt;br /&gt;- What...&lt;br /&gt;- It's crazy&lt;br /&gt;- However you made me so..&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't expect this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a sudden change in our call. No more confusion,but instead, I wanted to go further and deeper, inside the situation offered to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-ep-3-watching-her-lover.html"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-26-trembled-voice-silly.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-1821921659126557228?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/1821921659126557228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-26-trembled-voice-silly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1821921659126557228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1821921659126557228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-26-trembled-voice-silly.html' title='Telecheating [ep 2]: Trembled voice'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/StW1m-OaYcI/AAAAAAAAACo/9v4E8Gmpnng/s72-c/ux_a08061900ux0048_ux_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-9169065488277415471</id><published>2009-09-26T13:49:00.020+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:07:50.695+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Break : naughty track : I'm sexy girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here are some of the lyrics (I'm sexy girl - Artist : Armani |Album : Nocturnal Light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://naughty-plans.host22.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" width="290" height="24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://naughty-plans.host22.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=audioplayer1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://naughty-plans.host22.com/unknown%20artist%20-%20I%27m%20sexy%20girl.mp3"&lt;br /&gt;leftbg=ffffff&amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0xeb008b&amp;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a pretty girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I've got big...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a sexy girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mystical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm very rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I've got big ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-9169065488277415471?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/9169065488277415471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/09/break-naughty-track-im-sexy-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/9169065488277415471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/9169065488277415471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/09/break-naughty-track-im-sexy-girl.html' title='Break : naughty track : I&apos;m sexy girl'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-1901344225110409948</id><published>2009-09-24T02:04:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:50:40.578+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Telecheating [ep 1]: How did it start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's about a long distance relationship... She is married and mature. He is single and silly. Both share increasing desire. They strongly dream to unshamefully taste the forbidden fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she doesn't feel ready yet to make actually the silly action with him, she accepted though to be flooded with naughty words from her younger stranger lover. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several hot chat sessions, we decided to make a live call, to read together their own erotic stories which they had written before. In fact, our shared fascination with erotic litterature just make us easy-going while talking sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it turn? Be back &lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/10/telecheating-26-trembled-voice-silly.html"&gt;soon&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/09/telecheating-story-how-did-it-start.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-1901344225110409948?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/1901344225110409948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/09/telecheating-story-how-did-it-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1901344225110409948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1901344225110409948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/09/telecheating-story-how-did-it-start.html' title='Telecheating [ep 1]: How did it start?'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-4204696453827575962</id><published>2009-09-15T04:49:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:38:14.384+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>About "Affair temptation"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Sq8FAFxIu6I/AAAAAAAAACg/pdOBYCepURU/s1600-h/2228409821_b7f04d3ca3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Sq8FAFxIu6I/AAAAAAAAACg/pdOBYCepURU/s320/2228409821_b7f04d3ca3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381525578837441442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear silly reader. Sorry for my long absence, I have had busy time due to my job, and my "normal life"... :-) Eventhough, sex and fantasies are becoming like a daily activity. Everytime I browse amateur videos, or some erotic stories, or even in my daily social life, I experience a growing desire towards woman, especially mature ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know that most of you  share this fantasy : a guy dream of an older sublime lady, reciprocally most ladies love to find themselves seducing a younger man full of energy, who would be her son's friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just like to know about your opinions around this fantasy.. do you think it's something harmful (in the case the lady is mom and/or wife)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear sexy ladies, do you experience this fantasy when you are alone in your bed? If so, can you easily do it in real? Have you ever thought to realize this weird fantasy using your phone or your webcam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To every lady who enjoyed this experience, do you seek only a sex buddy or a horny Lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-think-about-this-fantasy.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-4204696453827575962?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/4204696453827575962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-think-about-this-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4204696453827575962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4204696453827575962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-think-about-this-fantasy.html' title='About &quot;Affair temptation&quot;'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Sq8FAFxIu6I/AAAAAAAAACg/pdOBYCepURU/s72-c/2228409821_b7f04d3ca3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-1476320454144053518</id><published>2009-07-18T15:26:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:06:29.191+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Catch the wife in the beach - ep 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/06/catch-wife-in-beach-episode-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am wondering.. does she really share my naughty thoughts? She is now hidden again behind the wise book she had.. is she still reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel increasingly intrigated, while I remark that her legs are more open.. The view is crazy, as if the lady was waiting for her lover. I can't stop admiring the few blonde hair outpassing her tiny string...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her husband looks absent, or perhaps ignoring his anger.. he must be polite! How can he be so indifferent to the sexy wife he has? Or is he wild just for the night? Anyway, at that moment, it is clear that he pays no attention to the lady, while she starts to spread her legs for me. Is she experiencing a fantasy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How subtil it is to be in such situation.. I need to make sure.. I want a clear answer to all my questions. I am absorbed in watching her pussy, barely covered by her string, and realize that she looks at me, amazed, for the second time. Her quiet husband doesn't realize any of our discrete lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He suddenly stands up, so I get confused, but he is just going to have a walk in the beach. For now, we are only three. I feel like a fear, but i am aware that this opportunity can't be offered twice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I stand up, too, to conquer the place of the husband.. but i am not her husband. Now, she looks at me with more attention and less discretion, I search the words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Nice that you are my neighbour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- (she smiled and continues reading).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You know that you are sexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- May be. (Her eyes don't even leave the book..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel desperate, she is not that easy.. no she can't share my thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- But you are! i said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ok thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her baby has been all that time hold by this conversation. I feel more and more in a trap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She totally ignores me, but her legs are shamefully spreding once more. The young boy is really amazed by my strange light. Finally he says in innocent and kind way :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You like mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I try to veil my embarassment by a large smile. Then I answer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I know this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I pull the small balloon he has in his hands, and start to play with him. He accepts the game with joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But in reality, I just take pleasure of this pretext to see the pink unshameful pussy of his mom. For a while, she actually sounds pleased by her son. I look at her, she looks at her son, he looks at me waiting me to throw the ball, but everytime I see the provocative legs of his mom, I forget my game. All of a sudden, the four eyes are inspecting me. Am I discovered? Yes I already was! Again and again, I catch and throw the ball.. anxious of the come back of the husband. Damn, what am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/07/catch-wife-in-beach-ep-1_18.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-1476320454144053518?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/1476320454144053518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/07/catch-wife-in-beach-ep-1_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1476320454144053518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/1476320454144053518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/07/catch-wife-in-beach-ep-1_18.html' title='Catch the wife in the beach - ep 1'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-4545946611527214168</id><published>2009-06-06T23:25:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:49:00.155+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>Catch the wife in the beach - ep 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am lying in the sand, thinking about nothing. I have to say, the beach is over crowded.. which makes me feel rather.. excited! Everywhere, I see delicious perfect women lying on their stomaches.. or just walking in the beach. What a spectacle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just next to me, I remark a beautiful lady lying on her back, reading some book. She must have around 40 years, but her body is.. yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her legs are softly folded, allowing me to see some of her heavy white ass. I feel more and more concerned, and horny.. I can't focus anymore on that "nothing" .. now, naughty images start to come and my sight can't leave this woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Does my face express some confusion? In fact, this lady is just playing from time to time with her 3 years old son, and tell some words I don't understand to her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Damn, she is wife and she is mother, but that just strengthen my fantasies. Suddenly, i feel the erection taking place, no way.. Decidedly, I will masturbate while imagining this woman I never can "have"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eventhough, I still have a little of hope.. so I try to forget about her family, and concentrate again on her legs. I was travelling through my eyes, slowly, moving from her feet to her smooth thighs, and moving more indecently to that mysterious and attracting triangle hidden by her string. If only I can be there for hours, breathing and drinking. My senses need to explode, and I am aware of my fantasy, which just pimps up my desire and will to .. just touch that forbidden skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really don't mind about the doubtful look of her husband, who seems to be unpleased of my "intrusion".. but when her eyes meet the mine, I guess she must establish the depth of my fantasies. She just smiles, a polite smiling? And she continue reading.. and in a sudden move, she hits I don't know what in her ass, I hear then a heavy smack and I see now for the first time that the skin of her ass was not absolutely white, there is some red.. due to the sun or to that smack? My erection gets harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A second time, she looks at me discretely behind her book. My eyes tell her clearly a lot of desire and frustration. Shall I go ahead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/06/catch-wife-in-beach-episode-1.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Your comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/07/catch-wife-in-beach-ep-1_18.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-4545946611527214168?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/4545946611527214168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/06/catch-wife-in-beach-episode-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4545946611527214168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/4545946611527214168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/06/catch-wife-in-beach-episode-1.html' title='Catch the wife in the beach - ep 0'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-5934415613059944098</id><published>2009-04-08T02:36:00.020+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:47:23.485+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indoors'/><title type='text'>[4] I punish her.. in her husband's bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-awakening.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Last part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Still shocked, but happy! I can't believe how can I finally fuck my kind coworker towards I used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;to express much of respect... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But now, her sexy voice, her naughty words, whole the image never leave my head..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I go to my bathroom, there I take a shower, I look at my cock, I wonder how much it would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;frustrated.. how much it will be agressive..!! Pity on the good girl who is my coworker, I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;want make her scream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The naughty thoughts are getting deeper, harder.. I have not remarked that I started to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;masturbate myself, yet! But I stop when I realize it, I want to cum all my cumulated sperm into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the good wife..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I take the shompoing, but I drop it.. I suppose it's better that the good commited girl will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;smell the wild odour of my sex..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can't concentrate anymore, until I heard my cell ringing for a short time. I realize that it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;was a sms from my colleaue : "he goes.. come!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Once again, I feel like in a dream, but the growing strength of my dick makes it clear that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;actually going to penetrate her.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I leave my home fast, I have only one plan in my head.. no idea about what I have to do else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I take the road.. which i still remember.. the last time I was at her home, she invited me to her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;wedding anniversary. That time, I met her husband and I experienced a strange feeling.. like an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;envy..well it can be.. because he was somehow indifferent, whereas she looked very smart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;beautiful and sexy. My thoughts break suddenly when she rings me up again.. she was waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;impatiently, for sure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This time, I will give her the best gift I can, ever! I am just decided to share all the passion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I need with her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Arrived, I ring her, she opens the door, smiling in a shy way.. i don't know how to react, I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;confused because of the unusual conversation we had.. but it was sincere, as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She closes the door behind me, and I was the first to catch her strongly between my arms. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;looks melting.. she doesn't resist, she is just ready to do it..!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I start to kiss her warmly in her chicken, lips, then in her neck.. widely. Her eyes were nearly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;closed, and she breathed hard.. I smell her perfum.. did she use it for me? Yes she must! I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;then more and more passion to her.. as if she was my girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She was wearing just a dressing gown.. which I move up suddenly.. ohh my god, she doesn't put any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;underwear! She sounds embarassed by my exploration, but she doesn't resist..! I let her dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;fall, but my hand is for now inside! I move it in circular way over her buttocks, which I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;extremely smooth!!! Hmm she must be so lazy at home to have such a soft chair!! Her husband must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;spoil her..!! And I am touching the ass of his barbie wife! Deeper..my fingers start to explore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;all that hot region, going from her ass hole to her pussy, already wet!!! She opens suddenly her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;eyes very big, she looks at me, I see in her eyes much of desire and like a weakness.. I actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;dominate her! Now, my tongue explores her breasts, that are not covered anymore by her white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;dressing grown. I used to imagine them, and well.. i am not deceived at all! Her boobs are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;incredibly smooth, a little bit large, because she has started to be pregnant.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I close my eyes and suck with unmatched passion her pink nipples! At the same time, I enter two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;fingers, one in her anus, the other in her pussy, while another one tries to plau with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;clitoris. I open my eyes just to see her.. I see what I will never forget! Her face was getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;extremely red, her head was lying back, in the air, this sight just makes my excitement growing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;up, more and more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I try to use every part of her intimate parts, which have been always teasing me, I realize that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;she is ultra-excited, but I feel something missing! Unconsciously, I push her in a sudden and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;brutal movement, she opens again her eyes, looks at the bottom, like a crazy, I look in her eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;more than ever decided.. she looks at me, reddening, confused, although she wants it, ohh.. is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;finally the moment to do it..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I just open the zip fly of my trousers, which I just keep, so that she can see my dick proudly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sorting from the jeans her coworker wears everyday.. I just want to tease her.. but she had no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;time to react, to say something, because I immediatly catch her dress firmly in my hands, and move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it up. Now, it just covers her stomach.. where an innocent baby is growing peacefully.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I give her a second shot against her pussy, pushing her back to the wall, now she can't move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;anymore, she is stuck against the wall and the authoritarian colleague who is going to punsih &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Punish? yes, she has always teased me, and she just needs a great fuck! Again, she watches with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;emotion the impatient movements of my dick, looking itself at the hot pussy offered to it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I want to surprise her! I want that symbolic moment to be like a conquest.. I move one hand towards her chin, I raise her haid with passion and authority, I look at her eyes, closer, and we melt in an endless kiss. Now my hand catches her pelvis, and i train her slowly to her bedroom.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All the way, we kissed each other, I let her dominating me.. and I establish how much desire she has.. more than excited, I feel like grateful!! To what? That such a perfect friend offers me herself and even .. desires me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When we approach her wedding bed, I push her gently, and I come over her.. never willing to stop that damn delicious kiss! Our saliva is merging, our breath, too! My hand searches my cock.. conquest is approaching!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I take her legs.. mmm what a legs!! smooth, white, as if she has never walked or worked! I take them over my shoulders.. I feel them trembling, I imagine her imaptience, and that makes me crazy happy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But i want to tease her more and more, I look at her breasts, I feel hungry! So, I put down my head, between her large but sweet boobs, and I lick every part of her skin!!! She breathes deeply, and I continue, I wish it was for an eternity, what a body! What a barbie! what a good hotwife!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My hand surrounds my cock, she has not felt yet! She might imagine it within her, but she has no idea! It's time!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As her pussy was continously wet, I put all of a sudden my hard dick, in one shot, all in her body! Poor baby inside! I guess I have touched the bottom! Her eyes open too big, she screams and her chest was elevating suddenly, her pelvis too! My dear friend, take it hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- How can you be so strong ahhhm hmmhmm mhmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- You like it? hmmm ? *successive smacks *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Fuuck gooooood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- (I can't talk) My eyes express a determination I have scarcly known..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For about three minutes, we just hear smacks, screams, smacks going more brutal, more fast, screams getting higher. She gives a terrible howling and firmly hugs my head with her legs. At the same time, I feel ecstasic, I can't anymore...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- I will cum!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- AHHHmmhmhmmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In a long wail, i give her all my sperm in agressive splashes, which she receive proudly!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For some time more, i was just lying over her warm body, softly, taking her head with much gratitude between against my chest. I feel exhausted, but satisfied to that point I forget the time, the risk, the fact I was in her husband's bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I look at her, now like a lover, I try to find the words : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- You know .. So many good feelings!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- mmmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- My girl! *kiss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- *kiss* (she laughs lightly) hey .. i am not your girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- how? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- I am a housewife! I am the girl of my husband! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- *kiss* but you are my best fucker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- *red face* that means.. ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Guess! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- I will fuck you everytime you want! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- oooh Xa why are you so naughty these days? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- But you like it..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- hmmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- (I play with her ass hole) mmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- why not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- ( i really feel the desire rising bit by bit..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- hey we do it the next time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- do what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- i will fuck your ass, good girl! in your husband's bed again! That's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Bad boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- (i play vigorously with her clitoris) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- ohh hhmhhm hhmm stop stop go away, it's better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- please!! (and she stands up energetically, she pushes me gently to the door..) ok if you want, i will be your hot girl, but remember that i am a housewife! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Before she opened the door, i strongly kiss her tasty mouth, before I say good bye, I don't forget to smack her naked ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-punish-her-in-her-husbands-bed.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-5934415613059944098?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/5934415613059944098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-punish-her-in-her-husbands-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/5934415613059944098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/5934415613059944098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-punish-her-in-her-husbands-bed.html' title='[4] I punish her.. in her husband&apos;s bed!'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-6241149661359073245</id><published>2009-03-13T14:27:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:46:12.967+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><title type='text'>[3] Special awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-call.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Saturday, a day off, I wake up, I feel not asleep anymore ! What time is it? 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o’clock!  Oh what’s up? I am sure I have nothing to do, no stress, so … oh I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the last crazy night! The unfulfilled fantasy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How could she hang up on me?! She even don’t care? She doesn’t make a call again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The frustration is going bigger… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tired of waiting a sign from her, I call her , I don’t mind if she gets angry, it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was her fault! Some bips before I finally heard a damn sexy voice!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmmm what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hi sweety?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmm I am sleepy sorry… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You should rather be sorry for the last night… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mmm why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Coz finally you did not eat my cum!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sure? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Huh Sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Are you there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mmmh fuck my mouth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Please.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I forgot what I was calling for, now I am putting my hand around my cock and start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;masturbate myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- So you like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Oh my darling… you didn’t forget me despite the trouble.. !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I am not your darling, I am your girl!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmm and?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I want you to penetrate all my body! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ohhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Come on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mmhmm you know what! I imagine myself moving fast in your mouth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ohhh faster!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ahhhhh I come!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mmmm  (actually choked voice!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For some minutes, I only listen to our breathings, no words! I feel unmatched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;satisfaction… but the desire never decrease! I ask her .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You are so hot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You are a good fucking friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Oh stop … you make me naughtier! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- (laughing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- And you made me completely forget your husband’s presence! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Haha he is sleeping like a bear! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- (feeling a little bit guilty) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmm what are you thinking about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- … I donno.. that bed is not your right place! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I don’t understand! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Your husband doesn’t deserve you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Huh? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Because he is sleeping like a .. he is indifferent to your hot body! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Amm but he is a good husband! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You fuck so good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ohh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don’t find words, I was thinking about that weird situation… I don’t believe yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what I have listened from my “serious colleague”! More seconds of silence, mutual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gratitude? Yeah!  I must believe in myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eventhough, I ask her :  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I don’t believe I fuck you that good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Because simply… I didn’t fuck you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Uh .. but.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- But? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You made me squirting…! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Only by phone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I swear… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Only orally? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- It was! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- What if I fucked you in real! In your hot wet pussy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Aaaahh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmm? Answer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Fuck me please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I am coming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Uh … you mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Yes.. If you don’t mind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Waw.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- What I am not kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Are you alone at home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ohh stop asking stupid questions, you know everything of my life, come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Come and fuck hard your cute kind colleague! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ahhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Enough for now, I am going prepare my self! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Good wife you are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I am not your wife! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Although I will penetrate you for hours! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ohhhh enough please!! Bye bye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was like in a dream! In the last morning, I just wished I can have my colleague &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;personal phone’s number! 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She became more and more tired and weak.  I learnt that she would leave the job in some weeks, for a long time,…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time is running, I don’t want my naughty dream to blur! I must do something! Every time my hot collegue walks near to my desk, I smiled at her, I would tell her secretly : I can’t anymore!! I want to have you for one night! Only one night! And she smiled, she laughed,  I read in her light : I am hot, my body is burning, but I will never be easy, come on!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Big issue! It’s all about to keep contact with her or not. I waited for my other colleagues to leave the desk, and asked her : I will miss you… I want to check your news after you go.. !! no?  and I added impatiently : I just need to hear your lovely voice, your funny laughters, your endless stories, … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She laughed softly, I saw her face getting a bit red, she looked at me like an innocent baby or I don’t know… what a combination is this girl!!! She is going to be a cute, young but potentially hot mom!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never forget the warm and wet pussy she has!!! Although I have not touched it yet, but hers pants and her string failed to diminish the extreme sensations coming between her legs… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was not that difficult to get finally her phone number, but it was clear that my intention was not that friendly! And to make things more complicated, she was hesitant and a little shy, me, as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was aware of all this, I wondered how can I to practice with her all the fantasies cumulated in my head? Then, I remembered the deep smell I had from her pussy,  I realized she is not against, she was confused, but she likes it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the night, I could not sleep, the image of my colleague pregnant just strengthen my fantasy! I looked at my phone, then suddenly, I wanted to call her, whatever she would react! She knows I might masturbate on her at that time, it may be reciprocal! Doesn’t it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Decided to get her, I put down my pants, I started to masturbate while hearing the tones… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A sleepy and whipped voice answered: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hey! What’s up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Nothing...  I already miss you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- What? I don’t understand! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I feel alone, I want to feel you with me… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- At that time?? Are you joking? Please I can’t talk with you for longer… my husband… you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I never knew you have a so sexy voice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Please… (laughing lightly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Lucky is your husband! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- All this beauty… naked.. arent’ you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- …ok stop now! Enough! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- And you just wear 2 pieces for him… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Only my string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Damn you talk to me with naked boobs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- (laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Look at them.. how they are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- What a question! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- So what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Don’t you want me to massage them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Stop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- And lick them… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I will end your stupid call! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I want to eat your body! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Who are you? Where is the serious colleague I knew? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- It’s different when you are in your bed… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- And?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- And when you talk to your colleague nude! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- It’s not my problem, you don’t see me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I see you in my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- And I make all I want with your body, in my mind, too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Haha! How? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- My hands firmly catch your nice boobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Your body is just covered by the mine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hey…  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- And I am naked as well as you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ohh Xa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I start to fuck your boobs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You are indecent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I don’t mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- No comment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- My only concern is to make you scream! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You are not my husband! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn’t answer, I just put the micro of my phone loud, near to my hand, which I move fast to rub my cock, a bit wet…  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I don’t hear you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- (lappings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- What’s that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took the phone again, and answered : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- It’s my dick moving between your boobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Are you crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Don’t you see it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Its head! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You are creating an image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- And you like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmm ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Take both your boobs by one hand and masturbate as I do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Are you giving me orders? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You must! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ohh I can’t control my body anymore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You are always sincere, as I have known you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Are you wet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmm Yes… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Harder! Look at the extra dark red dick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hmmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- I am going to shoot my cum in your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ahhh fuck my boobs!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- AHHH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Darling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- What’s that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-… bip bip bip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ended call! I was shocked! I forgot all the excited state I was in! why the hell did she stop the call? Oh damn, her husband might be awake! Ohh… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ashamed first, indifferent than, finally angry, frustrated, I decided to take the place of her husband and fuck her in real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-call.html#comments"&gt;Your comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-call.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="data:post.title" id="data:post.url" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="addthis_close()" onclick="return addthis_sendto()"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/lg-share-en.gif" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="125" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/200/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5918309136963786770-691945233092226457?l=naughty-plans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/feeds/691945233092226457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-call.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/691945233092226457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5918309136963786770/posts/default/691945233092226457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughty-plans.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-call.html' title='[2] First Call'/><author><name>Naughty Plans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08231909665619614303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SL6UC9oWW3k/Syqx7zDWIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qOKxv5VyQXs/S220/logo300_trans.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5918309136963786770.post-2215326070545911030</id><published>2009-02-02T15:21:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:44:45.938+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>[1] My first professional ambitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been working for months in the same bureau. First times we worked together, I just noticed that she is pretty, kind, that she would be a good girlfriend, may be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I learnt that she had just married, I was so surprised. Since, I thought its hard, unrealistic to continue to think to drag her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continues however behaving so kindly, she was lovely, she laughs a lot, and gets quickly amazed. I felt always at ease while talking to her. We smiled at each other, and I don’t know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder.. is that smile a sex appeal? Or just innocent… ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i did not longer care about that confusion, i get more and more sure that I desire this woman. Ok, I can’t dream to be her boyfriend, I can’t spend holidays along with her, but .. I can steal moments of pleasure with her, in absolute discretion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she talks a lot about her problems, her stress at work, and the lot of housework she would have to do after… the difficult life, I have been witness of her growing deception and frustration from work, and .. emm may be from her husband, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they must be enough used to make love, to that point they would feel it like any habit, or worse.. a duty!! My ambition is just to give her pleasure, to make her feel better. Is that not a good example of help and good intentions? It is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the stairs, we met each other, she was coming back from restaurant, she looked unsually active, good! Her face was red of the energy she had just got, and some sweat covered her cheeks. She looked rather wild… I imagined her at that state after a deep and strong fuck. Yeah she must react so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, it’s up to me to get red.. ashamed of these thoughts, during those shorts but long seconds facing her. I didn’t remember what I said, may be she guessed much more in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment where I was walking again down the stairs, my hand rub accidentally her ass, accidentally I said? I looked at her, she looked at me, no .. I swear there were not innocent lights…&lt;br /&gt;As she was enough higher than me on the stairs, my eyes quickly faced her ass, I looked at a very restraint distance the beautiful geography of her small croup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is no doubt that I desire her, she must know very well the bad boy I was in reality. I felt discovered; it would be hypocrite if I behave as if nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was aware that that moment was ephemeral, too much! May be it would never happen again! We must be both in a highly excited atmosphere. I forgot everything around; I just looked at the gap just in front… I was like a drunk, I pushed my nose just between her buttocks and smelled, smelled, smelled,… she breathed.. deeply, I don’t know for how long…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped when hearing some voice coming up from stairs, we were confused, the part of her tight pants just over her pussy, was wet, because of my saliva, but also her liquid…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God thanks I made that first step!! Now we can move to the next level… because she can be sure now that I have enough desire for her, and that she would scream as never…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the quiet innocent bureau, as the good collegue I am I told her, firmly, that I will help her to get rid of her stress. 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