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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856980145488514150.post-58535584097009032702013-09-28T18:20:00.001-07:002013-09-28T18:20:02.876-07:00The Opposite of Love - Novel Synopsis<span style="font-size: large;">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">The Opposite of Love</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">For a woman
who is exploring her sexual boundaries for the first time, there is a fine line
between adventurous and dangerous, especially in Las Vegas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie Leon
is a 39-year-old woman who has never been married and has no children. A Las
Vegas resident since the age of six, her career in real estate has dominated
her adult life, and her friends and family—particularly her mother—are adamant
that she start getting serious about finding a mate. Facing it as a challenge
and approaching the endeavor willing to work, she meets James Perolo, a
42-year-old Metro police officer. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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born and raised in Las Vegas until the age of twelve when his alcoholic,
drug-addicted prostitute mother sent him to California to live with his
grandmother. He grew up under her care to become a police officer in Los
Angeles, transferring back to Las Vegas when he was twenty-two. During his
subsequent twenty-year career, he has gone from idealistic kid who wants to fix
the Las Vegas that destroyed his parents, to motivated pragmatist who wants to
limit the effects debauchery and poverty have on his community, to defeated
realist who simply wants to make sergeant, get a desk job, and avoid the dregs
of Vegas society.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">James finds
in Melanie a proud, classy, independent woman—a different breed from the type
of woman he usually dates. However, he finds himself tugging her in directions
that she’s never gone before to prove that she is willing to sacrifice her
comfort for him in a way his mother was not.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie finds
in James a handsome blue-collar man with virtuous beliefs and boundless sexual
energy. She has stepped outside her norm to date him, and he pushes her
boundaries sexually, challenging her to try things she’s never done before—some
with very positive results, some not as much. From spanking, to exhibitionism, to
sex clubs and more, Melanie is taken on a journey that both scares her and
turns her on immensely, once she can get past not knowing what’s around the
corner. This is especially hard for her, as she has been clinging desperately
to her sense of control since her father died in a terrible accident when she
was nine.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie and
James come to a roadblock in their relationship—James because he has not told
her the truth about his mother, and Melanie because she is still holding onto
the horror of her father’s death, something she has never talked about with
anyone. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">An homage to
Erica Jong’s “Any Woman’s Blues,” “The Opposite of Love” is a
psychological/sexual ride through Las Vegas and its local sex scene as
experienced by two lovers who will challenge each other’s ability to accept
them, as well as their own ability to accept themselves.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856980145488514150.post-56427276474724278702013-09-18T14:46:00.001-07:002013-09-18T14:46:21.450-07:00Sexy Vegas News <br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Welcome back sexy people! I hope your summer has been full
of warm weather and scantily “cladness.” You can expect my blogs more
frequently now that I’ve come in from the pool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">This week I’d like to get you caught up on some of the
sexiness that has been taking place in the City of Sin lately, as well as some
upcoming fun.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">The AFAN (Aid for AIDS of Nevada) organization put on its 27<sup>th</sup>
annual Black & White ball on August 24<sup>th</sup> inside the Joint at the
Hard Rock Hotel & Casino.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hosted by
channel 8 news anchor Chris Saldana, the Black and White ball is AFAN’s biggest
fundraiser of the year. The party drew thousands of revelers bedecked in black
and white (some less than others). It also featured food and drinks from some
of the best restaurants in Vegas, as well as local performers such as Recycled
Percussion, Veronic DiCiare, and Britney Spears impersonator Derrick Barry of
Divas Las Vegas. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaNlRP4cMAFEOE3WTCGly1JWgmIahTE5MQbVCM3f2OvwRqfTH-YKtP1UlP6lKvZ_cO28o0qHGyK6X1-wXvhyteTi82fs6fX9hH7oFxUXe8JNHWXOTN2-OY7v01FfWKRD9AMzGRD3_prY/s1600/EH+Museum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaNlRP4cMAFEOE3WTCGly1JWgmIahTE5MQbVCM3f2OvwRqfTH-YKtP1UlP6lKvZ_cO28o0qHGyK6X1-wXvhyteTi82fs6fX9hH7oFxUXe8JNHWXOTN2-OY7v01FfWKRD9AMzGRD3_prY/s320/EH+Museum.jpg" width="220" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Erotic Heratige Museum has announced its Fifth
Anniversary Party to be held on Saturday, September 28<sup>th</sup> from 8 p.m.
to 1 a.m. There will be a cash bar, a raffle and live entertainment from The
Queens of Las Vegas, the Fuego Fusion belly dancers, Sin City Roller Derby
Girls, body painter Rob Hester AKA Gargoyle, music by DJs Chill Achilles and
Sonic Healer Sphinx, and more… all for only a $5 donation! The museum exists <span style="color: white;">to
<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“serve and empower your
rights as sexually positive human beings.” </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">Dress to “express” and
support a good cause. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">The Erotic Heritage Museum also has some upcoming events
that may be of interest to my local freaky friends who want to improve their partnering
skills. </span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: white;"> Reverse
Tensionz is a Vegas-based BDSM group with an emphasis on erotic rope bondage.
They will be holding their Rope Social on the second Sunday of every month at
the museum for a suggested donation of $10.</span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">On
Friday, September 20, Anna Fay of The Studio Fetish Boutique will be hosting a
free “Ask Anything” lecture from 7 to 8 p.m. (Don’t be shy, you know you wanna
ask her something.)</span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">The Sin
City Gallery, home of some of the most gorgeously titillating art in the
Valley, is having a call for art for its 3<sup>rd</sup> annual international
“12 Inches of Sin” art contest. The winner will receive a six-week solo
exhibition at the Sin City Gallery. You have until September 30 to submit your
piece, and guidelines are available at</span> </span></span><a href="http://www.sincitygallery.com/"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">www.sincitygallery.com</span></span></a><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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all for now my beautiful people. Don’t hesitate to get in touch if you have a
sexy story or a local person or business you’d like to see profiled. ‘Til next
time…<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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Sexy!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856980145488514150.post-60639971244470429582013-06-16T10:53:00.001-07:002013-06-16T10:56:04.252-07:00The Accidental Pornographer<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you have any opinion at all on the subject of sex and/or censorship, you will probably find the following article interesting. It involves the publishing of a book of erotic art through Amazon's print-on-demand service, CreateSpace. Please feel free to comment.</span><br />
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<a href="https://medium.com/on-publishing/d96e08176134" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">https://medium.com/on-publishing/d96e08176134</span></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Stay Sexy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">T. A.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856980145488514150.post-42221477527701575992013-05-29T12:14:00.001-07:002013-05-29T12:14:09.312-07:00Love Optional<span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />Far to the north of the clanging slot machines, the zip-lining mid-westerners, and the nostalgic piss smell of Freemont Street, there lies a boutique with precisely spaced aisles, walls painted in fresh pastels, all of it painstakingly lighted like a Tiffany & Co. But they are not selling high-end jewelry here. They’re selling toys.<br /><br /><br />The Love Store is an adult toy store located on the north side of Las Vegas (you may have seen the billboards lining the freeways near the Spaghetti Bowl). As opposed to The Adult Superstore Strip-side—where the atmosphere is such that one immediately regrets wearing open-toe shoes—The Love Store is a clean, fresh environment for perusing pleasure purchases.<br /><br /> <br />Involved since it opened in 1999 as Red Chrome, owner Edward Wheeler ensures the shoppers of Las Vegas get what they need in terms of erotic toys, sexy clothing, fetish materials, and videos. More helpful toward retail clients than nosy journalists, Wheeler says that customer service is what sets the store apart. “We are all about customer service and educating people about all the wonderful products that we carry,” he says. “We want everyone to have an enjoyable experience when they visit us.”<br /><br /><br />In the vein of education, my research assistant and I were aided by Niki Lynn, a shift lead who has worked at the The Love Store since October, 2012. Niki Lynn showed us how to test vibrators on the tips of our noses, as this simulates the sensitivity of the nether regions. Almost all of the vibrators the store carries feature testers displayed as prominently and neatly as cellphones at a Best Buy. <br /> <br /><br />Niki Lynn says that when it comes to helping customers find products that they’ll love, she listens to what the customer is looking for and offers them a few choices based on that information. “There certainly are a few toys we sell that are my favorite,” she says, “but everyone's body is different.”<br /> <br /><br />The Love Store also features a video arcade with single and “buddy-style” viewing booths. However, you may want to ask the staff for instructions, as my research assistant and I found the controls to be less than user-friendly.<br /><br /><br />The Love Store is located at 4440 East Cheyenne Ave., Las Vegas, NV. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Please e-mail me with your story ideas at <a href="mailto:SexyVegasTA@aol.com"><span style="color: cyan;">SexyVegasTA@aol.com</span></a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">—T.A.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856980145488514150.post-367629543781072812013-05-15T17:19:00.002-07:002013-05-15T20:10:07.096-07:00The Erotic Heritage Museum<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> one of thousands of the
museum’s </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">original pieces of memorabilia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">If there is an ideal city in which to house a museum created
to honor and preserve the history of sex, Las Vegas is it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Erotic Heritage Museum is a 17,000-square-foot
treasure, housing thousands of pieces of memorabilia, artifacts, video exhibits
and erotic art. Created in 2008 by a preacher and a pornographer, it is a
sexual feast ranging from the mildly titillating to the downright wicked.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqUPnukA5RFZX0aYi0W1P_BaeW2pkqVhVTvosUXi8OKMZVRMxWUoKqoyZ9CSpDi35kDokujYDK2A0f0lgTfFxIjv1R4SUBFFPnYqPMf96adgGuQ4EyCN4dvDTamr2PuPa12U4agCHNis/s1600/p-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqUPnukA5RFZX0aYi0W1P_BaeW2pkqVhVTvosUXi8OKMZVRMxWUoKqoyZ9CSpDi35kDokujYDK2A0f0lgTfFxIjv1R4SUBFFPnYqPMf96adgGuQ4EyCN4dvDTamr2PuPa12U4agCHNis/s200/p-11.jpg" width="121" /></a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmReBilPB9oinloJvWjcPKB7qGtFmlNGrVhs03lGH6SutP9lOeH4CalBWebrfT192X6fC5y_dry8sXBKOGKJzJyo1aMW9hN1DmdFe9zcw1aFEmBsl0eAGIBGTvyr4DOEvGO6vgI6rwWg/s1600/p-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmReBilPB9oinloJvWjcPKB7qGtFmlNGrVhs03lGH6SutP9lOeH4CalBWebrfT192X6fC5y_dry8sXBKOGKJzJyo1aMW9hN1DmdFe9zcw1aFEmBsl0eAGIBGTvyr4DOEvGO6vgI6rwWg/s200/p-9.jpg" width="126" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">The museum’s new director of operations, Nick Karras, has a doctorate
degree in Sexology from the Institute for the Advanced Study of Human Sexuality
in San Francisco, CA. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Karras is also an
erotic artist with<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrzbkoQ5EIqOv0D8A5GPOOnKWP85ffaxwEtcvEC651tv9jjlUFsXoHsOx9PHY6VaItZsJNEmBc3ygTbVuGOlPY8xFXPYR9w_eHG0PrB57XyzOExxwx9YL0f67croXYXUAY2qNzHOJdCZ0/s1600/p-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrzbkoQ5EIqOv0D8A5GPOOnKWP85ffaxwEtcvEC651tv9jjlUFsXoHsOx9PHY6VaItZsJNEmBc3ygTbVuGOlPY8xFXPYR9w_eHG0PrB57XyzOExxwx9YL0f67croXYXUAY2qNzHOJdCZ0/s200/p-13.jpg" width="126" /></a> an<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Although more than a decade</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> after the fact, a poster from
1975 </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">illustrates </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">how political affairs often </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">spilled over into the world of
porn. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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exhibit in the museum calle</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">d the Petals Project. Petals
is a 48-panel collection of sepia-tone photographs of the female vulva, and the
museum’s exhibit showcases 24 of the panels in its upstairs gallery. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Celebrating sexual diversity and individuality, there is a
thread of pride in and protection of the first amendment that runs through the
fabric of the two stories of exhibits. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reproductions of art destroyed by Nazis is showcased,
and there is an extensive exhibit dedicated to the contributions of Larry
Flynt. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">In the upstairs gallery, a circular room features TVs along
the walls showing such classics as Deep Throat, as well as silent porn from as
far back as 1915, prompting the realization that as long as there has been
film, there has been porn. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Erotic Heritage Museum hosts workshops and lectures as
well, and upcoming topics include mutual masturbation and an orientation to
BDSM. The museum is located on Industrial Road, at home among the strip clubs
and adult toy shops, but standing as a beacon of protection and reverence for
such things as well. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Visit the museum <a href="http://www.eroticheritagemuseumlasvegas.com/#!" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan;">here</span></a>. </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Recreated art from the Herschfeld </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Institute </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">in Berlin,
Germany, which was </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">burned </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">to the ground by Nazis</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> in 1933.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A plaster cast shows the details of </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Chasey Lain’s girl
parts. (The hand,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> however, appears not to be hers.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg07fyaiuAz9xmmEFcNnrhpYJ7yHbsbaNI-EpRuN7rO_UCP5oG08M580tUtAqRgPJY9NjiD5AbZnKsSW9SGM-EHmSqVo9pX4MaSwQ56-lWj2REsZfk9mEWi9pZFhzSJBapNqESLYnXlHJI/s1600/IMG_1616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg07fyaiuAz9xmmEFcNnrhpYJ7yHbsbaNI-EpRuN7rO_UCP5oG08M580tUtAqRgPJY9NjiD5AbZnKsSW9SGM-EHmSqVo9pX4MaSwQ56-lWj2REsZfk9mEWi9pZFhzSJBapNqESLYnXlHJI/s320/IMG_1616.JPG" width="239" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One of the museum’s more whimsical pieces, </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">t</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">his prom dress
is made entirely of condoms.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Images from a Persian book of hand-drawn figures.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Melanie and James have been dating for a few months, and he has been challenging her to push the boundaries of her comfort zone. They have been to the Green Door (a Las Vegas swingers/sex club) once before, but they only watched other couples play. The following is their second trip. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-family: "Arial";"></span><span style="font-size: large;">“Ok, let’s do this,” she said. She smiled at James, trying to convey a confident sexiness she did not yet possess, but she was hopeful.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">She winked at him, then passed through the door and headed up the stairs. She wore a sun dress that came to her mid thigh, and she could feel his eyes on her backside.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">When they got to the main room, a couple was already on display. The man was about Melanie’s age, with a thin build and very little body hair, but the woman looked to be in her twenties. The two were side by side on the bed, making out and warming each other up; he kissed her breasts while she stroked his penis, which was already erect. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">The woman sat up on the bed and straddled the man, grabbing his erection and easing herself down on it. Her dark hair was beautiful against her pale skin, and her full breasts would’ve looked fake if they were any higher.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">As she eased her weight onto him, there was a hush in the room. Melanie looked around at the figures standing in the shadows and snuggled into the couches lining the walls. There were probably thirty people watching, and there was a reverence to the scene. As the woman raised and lowered herself on the man’s erection, her audience was motionless, silent, afraid to break the spell. The woman’s pleasure was contagious, and when she tilted her head back, arching and grinding as she quickened her rhythm, Melanie could feel her own walls tighten deliciously.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">When the woman slowed and bent to rest against the man’s chest, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her back.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“I want you.” James whispered. She closed her eyes and hummed her assent.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“I forgot the condoms,” he whispered, so as not to disturb the couples watching the show. “Will you be ok here? I’ll be right back. They sell them downstairs.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">She watched as the man inserted himself and the woman wrapped her legs around his thighs.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“I’ll be fine,” she said.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">James squeezed her behind and left her with a smile on her face. The sexiness was creeping in, and with any luck, the confidence would follow.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie could see a dim band of light at the bottom of the blindfold, but that was all. She could feel the wall against her cheek and her palms. James was behind her with his hands on her hips whispering into her ear.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“A little scared. A little turned on too.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“That’s my girl.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">He sucked on her ear, her neck. Then he turned her toward him and pulled the straps of her dress down, kissed her shoulders, her cleavage. He tugged the dress down to the floor and she held his shoulders as she stepped out of it. She felt the leather of his gloves on her back and held her breath as he undid her bra and slid it off. She pulled him toward her to cover herself. He kissed her for a moment, then pulled away again. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties, and those came off too. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">She could hear people, but she couldn’t see anything. She heard the shuffling of feet, whispering, but no one was speaking loud enough for her to discern the words. There was an aura of reverence, like what she’d seen in the main room. And now all eyes were on her.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">She was naked. And blind. And wet.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">He turned her around and ran his gloved hands up and down her back, over her backside, between her legs. He removed his hand and she heard him moan with approval.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes,” she admitted.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">He parted the strings of beads that surrounded the bed and bent her over so that her hands were on the bed and her feet on the floor. He pressed his chest against her back, kissed her cheek and neck, slid his gloved hands over her nipples. His crotch was pressed against her backside and she could tell he was ready too.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“I want you to really enjoy this,” he whispered into her ear. “I want you to pay attention to your senses, to the sensations. Once I’m inside you, I’m not going to say a word. I recommend you don’t either. Can you do that?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“Good girl.” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“I want you inside me. Now.” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">He swatted her butt and she moaned, wiggling her behind. “Be patient,” he said.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">And then the gloves were gone. His erection pressing through his slacks against her rear end was gone. His breath on her neck was gone. And she felt even more naked than she was, as if he had peeled away her skin. Anyone on any side of her had an unobstructed view. Each eye on her was a needle she couldn’t see, pricking her skin and making her shiver. She couldn’t guess how many there were, but it felt like thousands. As though she was in the center of the Roman Coliseum itself, a hushed crowd looking on in anticipation. She was the center of lustful attention. And she liked it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Arial";">James left Melanie watching the couple in the main room and went back downstairs to where the club sold novelties. There was a guy at the counter buying condoms, and as James walked through the store, another guy came in, grabbed some condoms and went to the register. James assumed a friendly tone, clasped his hands behind his back and approached them.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">They both eyed him warily. The one at the counter paying said, “I don’t swing that way, man,” and turned away.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“No, not me,” said James with a polite laugh. “My girlfriend. She’s upstairs. She’s horny and she’s hot.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“So why don’t you do her?” the one at the counter asked. He was about two inches shorter than James and his skepticism was going to be a roadblock James didn’t have time for. But he could use it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">He turned to the taller of the two men, who happened to be about James’ own height. “It’s her fantasy to be fucked by a stranger and never see his face. Interested?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">The shorter guy spoke first, “I’m in.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“No offense, but mind if I ask what you’re packing? She likes a certain size.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“Seven,” he said.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">“Eight,” he said.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">James shrugged at the first guy. “Sorry, man. Eight is what she likes.” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial";"><span style="font-size: large;">James floated around the store, picking up what he needed. He went back to the guy he’d chosen and said, “All you have to do is wear a condom and gloves and not say a word. Can you do that?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Arial";">He <span style="font-family: "Arial";">took the condoms from the guy and paid for them along with the rest of his paraphernalia</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial";">. He knew if he didn’t pull this off there would be hell to pay, the depths of which he hadn’t had the time or inclination to consider fully. He hadn’t thought about what she might do, and it occurred to him that this poor bastard he’d chosen could get hurt if she freaked out on him. Then again, even if this guy knew the risk, James imagined he’d be willing to take that chance. And if it went off without a hitch—if she never suspected that it wasn’t James having sex with her—this, he knew, would be immensely gratifying.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for reading. Please comment below. And don't forget to follow me on Twitter <a href="https://twitter.com/@sexyvegasta" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan;">@sexyvegasta</span></a> for fun, sexy tweets. Until next week...</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856980145488514150.post-9969388631542440322013-05-01T16:58:00.001-07:002013-05-01T16:58:33.189-07:00Park & Ride<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This week's post is by guest writer, Flirtive Pervert. He enjoys making pancakes
from scratch, long walks on the beach, and temporarily freeing bitches from
confining kennels. He would never use a choke chain on dog, but he has a special
one picked out for you. Follow him on Twitter </span><a href="https://twitter.com/flirtivepervert" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">@flirtivepervert</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">.</span><br />
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<o:p><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Park & Ride</span></strong></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">One
problem with infidelity is finding an appropriate place to play.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">T's
husband, “The Captain,” owns a Chevy Avalanche, which is a superior platform
for vehicular lovemaking. The expansive back seat allows for all manner of
positions, and the dry cleaning handle is perfectly situated for securing T's
hands. The back seats fold down and the entire bed is encased by a protective
top. With foam pads and blankets, “The Captain’s” Avalanche becomes the
ultimate carnal nest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He
is out of town and his truck is unavailable, and unfortunately her slacker
brother occupies a bedroom in her house. We have to settle on her Cadillac CTS.
The expensive luxury sedan makes a suitable substitute to get our freak on. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It
is not the first, second or even third time we have fooled around in her car.
Four nights earlier she sucked me to a hat-trick worth of climaxes in fifteen
minutes. She wrapped her lips around the base of my member and her mouth and
tongue got me off with back-to-back-to-back money shots. No teasing, no edging,
no delay because I knew the perils of parking lot promiscuity. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Inhibitions,
insecurities and interruptions are an ever-present hazard when one is engaging
in impromptu public intercourse.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This
evening we are in an isolated commercial complex. After business hours, the
place is deserted. We had parked in a different section on a previous occasion
in the Avalanche. The illicit session of screwing was disrupted when a pair of
guys collecting scrap metal in a pickup caught us mid-coitus. They drove by
wide-eyed and slack-jawed as T rode me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Tonight
we have chosen a location away from the main entrance. The back seat and dark
tint of the CTS's windows provide us with privacy. She's had a medley of
orgasms already, but I have been edging for close to an hour. Despite
throat-gagging fellatio, and intercourse in a variety of positions, I refuse to
come.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Confident
in the security of our location and having not ejaculated since our last tryst,
I have held out on spilling my seed. She's tried to make me climax, but I've
backed away from the edge every time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I'm
holding out to give an epic facial.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She
leans back, legs splayed open while my face occupies a position between them. I
finger, lick and slurp while she pulls at the back of my head, her hips
bucking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She
moans, “Uhh, uhh, uhhh, uhhhhh — a cop car just drove in the entrance.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
abrupt interruption does not faze me. “It's dark. That's a long way away, are
you sure it was a cop car?” My lips, face and fingers are covered in her
vaginal liquids. I'm in the zone and don't want to quit now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“There
were lights on top and it said 'Metro' on the side of it.”</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Whoops.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“It's
all right. The windows are tinted. Hard to see into the car in the dark.
Besides he might not even come by here.” My cool logic and continued
ministrations mollify her and she allows me to bring her to one more
head-clamping climax.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">We
switch positions, I lay back against the door with my legs spread.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I
don't know about this. What about that cop car?” she asks, hesitating. I hold
my stiffened penis by the base and point with maximum extension. The sight of
my swollen cock is too much and she takes it into her mouth and maneuvers
herself onto the seat next to me so I can finger her while she blows me. With
my left hand, I reach out and start teasing and fingering her ass. She moans
around me as I grab her head with my right. Holding her hair by the extempore
topknot formed with a hair tie, I moan with delight as she gags on my penis. I
can feel the come welling up as I prepare to deliver that epic facial.</span></div>
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when I see them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It
is dark, the Cadillac's windows are tinted and the figures are a good distance
away. Still, I know immediately what I am seeing. I volunteer in animal rescue
and walk and train dogs almost every day. It's how I met T. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Two
Metro K-9 officers in green jumpsuits are walking toward the car. One is
holding a long leash while a German Shepherd patrols, sniffing. I know how keen
the large ears are at sensing even the faintest of sounds. It is impossible to
sneak up on them because of their keen sense of hearing. Every year at the
Orleans casino they hold demonstration trials for working dogs. I've seen the
shepherds track the paths that their quarry have taken and find dropped items
with their keen noses. They've been bred and trained to detect the presence of
humans through scent and sound. And now this canine human detector is walking
toward our car.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She
feels me stiffen and knows instinctively that it's not because I’m going to
come. She removes my dick from her mouth and says, “What?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
put my finger up to my lips and hold my breath as I watch the police officers
approach. Heart thumping in my chest, my mind races as I try to think of what
we are going to say when the dog alerts on the vehicle and the officers come
over to investigate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oh,
the adulterous shame.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
mentally practice the speech I will make when they drag us out of the Cadillac.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Please officer, my wife cannot find
out!</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Miraculously,
the dog pays no attention to us, and the cops walk by without noticing our back
seat bacchanalia.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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moves out from between my legs and starts putting her pants back on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Wait
a minute,” I say. “What about me? I haven't come yet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“That
sounds like a personal problem. You had plenty of chances.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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use my rock-hard penis as bait to attract her mouth again but the near run-in
with the law has killed any chance of T continuing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Please?
They've already gone by.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“No
way. We need to get out of here, stat.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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exit the Cadillac and get back into my own vehicle. Before she can drive away,
I take a picture of my engorged penis and send her a text, “<i>C'mon babe. We
can meet at the other spot. You are so hawt!</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“headed
home,</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">”<i> </i>comes
her curt reply.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“<i>plz,
No one will be around,</i>”<i> </i>I beg.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She
responds with a picture of her own. In it, she's licking her fingers. I inhale
the musky smell of her womanhood still clinging to my hands and beard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 200%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The smell makes my swollen penis
ache.</span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for reading, and if you have a sexy story you'd like to share, email me at </span><a href="mailto:SexyVegasTA@aol.com"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">SexyVegasTA@aol.com</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">. You can follow me on Twitter </span><a href="https://twitter.com/SexyVegasTA" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">@SexyVegasTA</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">. </span></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-size: large;">— T.A.</span></o:p></div>
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856980145488514150.post-29869661475293805742013-04-24T17:38:00.003-07:002013-04-24T17:38:40.313-07:00Bodyscapes by Allan Teger<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">A recent trip to <a href="http://www.firstfridaylasvegas.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan;">First Friday</span></a> in the Downtown Arts District
turned up a gem of a find.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the <a href="http://www.sincitygallery.com/Available_Art/Pages/ALLAN_TEGER.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan;">Sin City Gallery</span></a> inside The Arts Factory, a showing titled “Bodyscapes” demanded to
be included in our catalog of Sexy Vegas discoveries. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Using the naked human body as landscape, backdrop or setting
is what makes Allan Teger’s work unique, titillating and just a joy to look
at.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some are simply fun, such as the
mountain climbers hoisting themselves up a perky breast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Others are more subtle and thought-provoking,
such as the side-by-side models’ torsos simulating the undulating rises and
valleys of the countryside. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Teger says he wanted to show two
realities at the same time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I did not
initially have any interest in shooting nudes,” he says.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The use of the human body was a way of
making the point that we could see things in different ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s really all about the ‘flip’ in our heads
when we realize that the landscape is really a body.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">And the body a landscape, for
that matter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Teger’s themes include farming, cowboys, travel, the beach,
fishing, and even golf.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of Teger’s
more memorable golf scenes portrays a golf ball precariously perched on a pert
nipple, driver at the ready. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teger says
he’s not a golfer at all, but his erotic portrayal of a woman’s curves as the
rolling hills of a golf course makes that hard to believe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even a cart-rider will want to grab a bag of
sticks and walk this course.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">The models in Teger’s scenes have undeniably beautiful
bodies, with perky butts, flat stomachs and naturally lovely breasts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are not, however, professionals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He has a few that he uses regularly, as well
as some who have asked to model simply because they love his work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some are just his friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(It’s good to have friends like this, no?)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Teger simply uses tiny toys or miniatures on the models’ bodies
to get his shots; he does not combine images or use computers or Photoshop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Bodyscape photographs are shot on film
and printed in a darkroom using fiber-based silver gelatin paper, a technique
rarely used these days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teger says this
is “the old, original paper, similar to what Ansel Adams used.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This quality of workmanship shows when one is
able to appreciate the lighting and texture of one of his prints up close.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Originally from Easton, PA, Teger now lives in Vero Beach,
FL.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As a psychology professor he taught
for 12 years at the University of Pennsylvania and Boston University, then left
to pursue art full time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He has been
featured on the Playboy Network and his work has shown in galleries all over the
country.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His second book of <a href="http://www.schifferbooks.com/newschiffer/book_template.php?isbn=9780764341946" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan;">Bodyscapes</span></a>
images has recently been published by Schiffer Publishing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">The <a href="http://www.sincitygallery.com/Current_Exhibition.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan;">Sin City Gallery</span></a> is a great fit for him, as its “gallerist,”
Dr. Laura Henkel, is also a psychologist, and both are fascinated with the
psychology of erotic art.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The gallery is
located inside The Arts Factory at 107 E. Charleston Blvd., suite 100.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are open for viewings Tuesday through Saturday
from 1 to 7 p.m., as well as for First Friday on May 3<sup>rd</sup>, which runs
until 11 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Stop by to see more of this fun, flirty art, and tell them
T.A. from Sexy Vegas sent you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Stay Sexy!<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">—T.A.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">(read parts 1 and 2 <a href="http://www.sexyvegas.blogspot.com/2013/04/pooling-part-1.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan;">here.</span></a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James whispered, “We’re being watched.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“What?” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Melanie tried
to lift her head to look around but James tightened his fist in her hair and
held her where she was with her cheek against the towel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She squirmed under him but he was still
holding her arm and she couldn’t get free. He slowed his stroke even more. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Who’s watching?” she whispered loudly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s ok.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just
relax.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not letting you go until you
come.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">She wasn’t fighting him, but she wasn’t sure she could relax
with someone watching.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The urge to come
was ebbing and flowing, and her mind was racing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Who is it?” she asked again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If it was her creepy next door neighbor she’d
pretty much have to move.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The thought of
him masturbating to an actual memory of her was too nauseating to bear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I’m not sure, but I think it’s the pool boy.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie tried to turn her head toward the gate where the
pool boy always let himself in, but James held her firmly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She closed her eyes and groaned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At least he was young and attractive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The thought of him seeing her—and liking what
he saw—didn’t seem completely offensive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She tried not to think about it and just concentrated on her orgasm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew the sooner she came the sooner this
would be over, and she knew better than to try and fake it; James’ ego would be
crushed if he even suspected.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James started thrusting faster again and her body continued
to respond, despite her self-consciousness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When she began moving back against him, he put his knees outside of hers
so she could squeeze her legs together, and within moments they were both
coming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Melanie was able to turn her
face enough to muffle her cries in the towel as her muscles convulsed hard and
long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James released her arm and
hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He leaned back and moaned up
toward the sky as he thrust into her slowly, once, twice, three times.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Before the twitching had subsided completely, Melanie slowly
lifted her head and turned toward the gate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There was no one there.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> * * * </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s only 12:45.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why
would he come by that early?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie was sitting on a deck chair with a towel wrapped
tightly around her nakedness, despite the fact that no one besides James was
around to see it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Dunno.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James sat in
the water on the pool stairs and sipped his beer looking unreasonably
happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“How long was he standing there?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I told you he was there right after I noticed him.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Are you sure it was the pool boy?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“How would I know?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’ve never seen your pool boy.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“What did he look like?” Melanie asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James shrugged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Young.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>About my height I guess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I barely glanced at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t want to scare him off.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Why not?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Because I wanted you to see what it felt like to have
someone watch you enjoy yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
you liked it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Admit it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Are you kidding?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was completely freaked out.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I felt how hard you came.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You loved it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“If I came hard it was because of all the stuff you’d done
before that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not because someone was
watching me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“If you were turned off by it you wouldn’t have been able to
come at all.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie sat quietly for a second.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Had the pool boy really been there?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or was this some kind of game?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Was someone really here?” she asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Tell you what, what time is he supposed to come clean the
pool?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Two.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“When he gets here, ask him.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I’m
not going to ask him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m asking you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“And I already told you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie gave up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m
going in.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She dragged the raft out of
the pool and propped it against the wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Grab the noodles and my bikini bottoms before you get out.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Will do,” he said cheerfully.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">She picked up her bikini top from the pool deck and laid it
across a lounge chair to dry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The condom
James had used was tied off and laying by the pool stairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She walked over to get it so she could flush
it down the toilet, but before she could pick it up he grabbed it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I got it,” he said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">She held out her hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Just give it to me and I’ll flush it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s ok,” he said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I’ll do it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">She hesitated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then
she turned around and walked into the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She had learned long ago that men with something going for them would
guard their sperm like Fort Knox, no matter how much they said they trusted a
woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the ones who didn’t have
anything going for them who would leave a condom overnight to dry up and
shellac itself to the nightstand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James remained in a great mood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He squeezed her behind and kissed her deeply
before he left to go home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He even
called ten minutes later to ask if he could see her that night, and she said
yes.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">At a quarter past two, Melanie was folding laundry in the
bedroom when she glanced out the window and saw the pool boy checking the
chlorine level.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the first
Saturday of the month, so she needed to pay him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She considered leaving a check on the patio
table and not even making eye contact with him, but if James had made
everything up, that would be rude.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">She went to her office and wrote out a check, including her
usual tip.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As she opened the slider to
the patio, she called out, “Hey Brian, how are things?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">He looked up from where he was working on the opposite side
of the pool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hey Miss Leon,” he called
back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Things are good, thanks.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he went back to work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie thought she noticed a bit of redness in his cheeks,
but then he worked on pools, so it was probably just sun, right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She waited to see if he would offer any more
conversation; he was usually a little chattier than this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he didn’t, she set the check down on the
patio table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I’ll just leave your check over here,” she said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Have a good weekend.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Ok, thanks Miss Leon,” he said without looking up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You too.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie picked up her bikini from the lounge chair and was
about to head back inside when she noticed the bottoms were missing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She turned around slowly, and there they
were, hovering like a jellyfish near the bottom of the pool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">She turned back around and went inside, shutting the slider
behind her.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for reading! Please comment below. And if you have a sexy story to share, email me at <a href="mailto:SexyVegasTA@aol.com"><span style="color: cyan;">SexyVegasTA@aol.com</span></a>. You can remain anonymous if you like.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Stay Sexy!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">—</span>T.A.</span></div>
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856980145488514150.post-73852990355034811292013-04-10T09:57:00.001-07:002013-04-17T11:21:31.126-07:00Pooling: Part 2<span style="font-size: large;">(Read Part 1 <a href="http://www.sexyvegas.blogspot.com/2013/04/pooling-part-1.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan;">here</span><span style="color: white;">.</span></a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James increased the tempo and pressure until Melanie was on
the edge of her orgasm, chasing it, pushing her hips back against his
mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And he stopped.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie whined.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Why’d you stop?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s just for a second,” he said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’ll be right back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No touching yourself.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie grunted and splashed water at him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James got out of the pool and jogged to the slider and into
the house, his member erect and bobbing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He emerged a minute later with the package of condoms from the
nightstand and two towels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He put the
towels at the top of the stairs, then tore one of the condom wrappers open with
his teeth and rolled the condom on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
came back to Melanie and resumed where he’d left off.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">It only took a few minutes before Melanie was again ready to
come, and once again, James stopped.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Come here,” he
said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took her beer from her, pulled
her from the raft and led her to the edge of the pool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He positioned her on all fours with her knees
in the water and her elbows resting on the towels he’d left on the deck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He continued playing with her, running one
hand over her slit as his other hand ran up and down her arched back.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Are you ready?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes,” she said breathlessly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">He put himself at her opening and waited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The anticipation was too much for her and she
pushed back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James grunted with
satisfaction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He moved in long strokes
so that the head escaped her completely on each stroke, and she whined each
time it did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“You want me to stay in?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes, what?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes, I want you to stay in.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">And with that, he grabbed her by the hips and thrust once,
deep and hard, holding the head against her cervix.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She cried out, and then waited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“You look so beautiful in the sun,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ten seconds went by.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>James caressed her back and then returned his hands to her hips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> H</span>e thrust again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time Melanie moaned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eight seconds went by.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again he thrust hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Six seconds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Four seconds went by.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Two seconds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then he was giving it to her, the water
around them churning as he pulled her into him, skin slapping wetly against
skin.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie moaned and lowered her head to the towel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She could feel her knees starting to chafe
against the step, but she was very close to coming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She reached between her legs and before she
could touch herself James grabbed her elbow and pulled her arm back—not to the
point of hurting her, but close.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Babe…” she whined.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“No touching yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’ll get you there.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Ok.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let go of my
arm.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James didn’t say anything, and he didn’t let go of her
arm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His stroke slowed slightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Melanie started to push herself up so she
could turn and look at him, but he pushed her head back down to the towel.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">He leaned over her so that his chest was pressed against her
back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Do you trust me?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I think so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What are
you doing?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Just trust me, ok?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Ok.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Melanie had no
intention of trusting him if this got out of hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But so far nothing had been painful except
the chafing on her knees, so she gave him a little leeway.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie hummed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James started thrusting again and Melanie’s body started
reacting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It appeared she would be able
to get there without touching herself, and she was beyond ready for it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James wrapped her hair around his free hand and held it
against the back of her head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was
thrusting hard and strong and panting into her ear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Melanie was moaning more with each stroke and
trying not to be loud enough that the neighbors would hear if they were out in
their yards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James whispered, “We’re being watched.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"> * * *</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tune in next week for the <a href="http://www.sexyvegas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan;">conclusion</span></a>. And don't forget to follow me on Twitter @SexyVegasTA.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Stay Sexy!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">— T.A.</span></div>
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856980145488514150.post-7758332821464851192013-04-03T11:39:00.002-07:002013-04-17T13:40:11.726-07:00Pooling - Part 1<span style="font-size: large;"> This week's post is an exerpt from my forthcoming novel. Melanie is in her 30s, unmarried, without children, and she avoids risk in all its forms. When those close to her challenge her to take a chance on love, she finds herself in a relationship that pushes her out of her comfort zone<span style="font-family: Calibri;">—</span>sexually and otherwise<span style="font-family: Calibri;">—</span>and in Las Vegas, that can be a perilous experience.
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie slept in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She slipped quietly out of bed at nine-thirty and worked her way through
the house, cleaning up as she went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
started a load of laundry, stacked the books and magazines, unloaded the
dishwasher and took out the garbage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By
eleven a.m. she was in the pool swimming laps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>After doing thirty, she got out to grab some water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was when she saw James on the other side
of the living room slider.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He stood
there in his boxers, watching her, smiling, his bed head making him look like a
child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She motioned for him to come out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Hey, handsome.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Hey yourself, sexy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>What are you up to this fine day?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Just doing some laps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was gonna catch some rays for a bit.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Need some company?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My tan could use a boost.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Sure.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James pulled off his boxers and threw them on the back of a
lounge chair.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Um, ok.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Melanie
laughed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The pool boy doesn’t come
until two, so I guess you’re safe.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James took a few running steps and cannon-balled into the
deep end of the pool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Melanie shook her
head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he surfaced, she asked, “I’m
going to grab some water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Want
anything?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Beer if you have it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I have it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Want me
to grab the noodles for the pool?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Noodles?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“You know, the foam things.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Afraid I don’t know the foam things.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I’ll grab ’em.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie came back with a bucket of beer on ice and two long,
bendable foam sticks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh, noodles,” said James.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I get it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">She handed him a beer and tossed the noodles in the
pool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James
tucked one of the noodles around his back and under his armpits and leaned
back, sipping his beer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Nice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Noodles and beer.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I call it pooling.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Pooling?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yeah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pool, drinks,
lounging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It makes something lazy sound
active.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I can think of other ways to make it active.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Melanie winked at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I bet you can.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">There was an inflatable lounger against the wall and she
tossed that in the pool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She grabbed a
beer and asked James to hold it while she situated herself on the raft.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Once she was all settled, James handed her the beer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She sighed and closed her eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rays felt good and the water was doing a
fine job of keeping her cool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She could
hear James paddling lazily around the pool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>After about ten minutes of silence, he said, “You’re gonna get tan lines
in that bikini.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">She opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“As you’re aware, I already have tan lines
from this bikini.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Haven’t you heard?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Tan lines are out.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Are they?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s so hard
to keep up with these trends.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
feigned exasperation and waved her hand dismissively.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I gave up trying.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Well then I will take it as my job to prevent you from
committing a fashion faux pas with your tan lines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can thank me later.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He put his beer on the deck and paddled over
to her at the deep end of the pool.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">He swam up behind her raft and tugged at the string at her
neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She glanced toward the fence on
the left side of the yard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seeing no
one, she sat up and giggled as he untied the string at her back and threw her
bikini top on the deck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She lay back down
and he paddled around to the side of the raft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Bottoms too,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“If you insist.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">She watched him pull her bikini bottoms off slowly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was staring at the spot where her legs
met.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the time the bottoms were over
her feet he’d forgotten about them and let them slip from his hand and hang in
the water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She self-consciously closed
her legs, and her eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">James tucked the noodle around the front of his chest and
leaned forward, letting the foam hold his weight up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wrapped both hands around one of Melanie’s
feet and kneaded the sole with his thumbs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She hummed with approval.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Heaven,” she said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">After a few minutes James worked on the other foot, then
started rubbing her calves, then her thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>By the time he reached her upper thighs her legs parted themselves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She loved the way his touch felt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the combination of being caressed by the
sun, the water, and James all at the same time was having a narcotic effect.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">He touched her gently, running a finger up and down her slit
until she moaned and spread her legs wider.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He spread her wetness around, and she could hear his breathing getting
deeper, but when she pushed her hips against his hand, he wouldn’t put his
fingers inside her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead, he stopped
touching her long enough to pull the raft toward the shallow end of the pool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once there, he was able to position his head
between her legs and go to work.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">The sensation was surreal, and Melanie couldn’t help
thinking how lucky she was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was
what she deserved: a lazy Saturday in the pool, soaking up rays, drinking a
beer, being pleased by a man who adored her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She imagined there were other things she’d been missing out on too—more
important and profound things—but for now, this was all she wanted.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">To be continued...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">(read part 2 <a href="http://www.sexyvegas.blogspot.com/2013/04/pooling-part-2.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: cyan;">here</span></a>)</span></div>
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856980145488514150.post-11751708448366780822013-03-27T15:52:00.001-07:002013-03-27T16:16:08.846-07:00The Fetish of a Non-Boy Scout<span style="font-size: large;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">A few years ago, I briefly dated a guy with a fetish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not feet, not bondage, not cross-dressing or
role-playing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was a fetish that I
hadn’t heard of before, and I’d heard of a lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">He was tentative about discussing it but still seemed eager
to cut the BS and find out if his predilection would freak me out and send me
running—it was, he admitted, a big part of his life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told him to hit me with it, so to speak.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Are you ticklish?” he asked me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">I admitted that I was, but was I unsure how this played into
his fetish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Turns out, that was it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The whole fetish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He liked to tickle women during sexual
encounters and was highly turned on by it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He was only interested in continuing to date me if I was ticklish, and the
more ticklish the better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(He himself
was not ticklish.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">The armchair
psychologist in me preliminarily diagnosed him with mommy issues, as well as a
desire for physical power over women.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This is all very garden-variety stuff as far as issues go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And tickling as a way to feel powerful?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hardly abusive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although I could see how a safe word might be
necessary.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">After getting to know more about him and his fixation, I
decided I wanted to see what this would be like in action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to admit I was a bit turned on by the
idea of being dominated by someone in a new way, albeit one I’d never imagined.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And fortunately for him, I was incredibly
ticklish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Deciding it was time—and being that I’m not much of a game
player—I told him over the phone one day that “tonight’s the night,” and, not
surprisingly, he was all for it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We went
out for dinner and drinks, and I asked him if he was as excited as I was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said that he was, but he seemed more
nervous than anything.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Back at his house, we were getting hot and heavy in his
bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The tickling hadn’t started yet; I
figured he’d know when the time was right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We had shed most of our clothing and I asked him if he had a
condom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s such an obligatory question
with a seemingly obvious answer, but he got it wrong.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I’m not really in the habit of using condoms,” he said.
“I’ll have to go look for one.”</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">There are several things wrong with this statement.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Let’s start with the word “habit.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To say that you are not in the “habit”
implies that you routinely have unprotected sex, and to wear a condom would be
a unique experience.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For your current
sex partner, this conjures up all the nameless, faceless vaginas you have
barebacked it with in the past, as well as whatever cooties they may have
gifted you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not only does this make
having sex with you unattractive, I don’t even want to be on your sheets
anymore.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I’ll have to go look for one” implies that 1) you don’t
know if you have one, 2) if you do have one, it’s not even in the nightstand
and you will be rummaging around in other areas of the house for it—perhaps
your roommate’s nightstand, and 3) that if you find one, the expiration date
may or may not have passed.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Without a word, I got up and got dressed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before I walked out, I said, “You may want to
rethink your position on condoms.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
mean, it’s possible the guy just got out of a long-term relationship in which
unprotected sex was the norm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Frankly, I
don’t remember what his story was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But
he knew he was getting laid that night; he should have been prepared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know not all women insist on condoms—especially
if they’re on birth control—and that’s their prerogative.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But when there’s even a remote chance that
it’s a deal-breaker, why wouldn’t you just pick some up?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sadly for me, I still don’t know what a
tickling fetish looks like in action (except for the videos on my favorite porn
website, but we’ll discuss that another day).</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m far from a prude. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact I’d consider myself to be a bit on the
adventurous side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But there’s no reason
getting dirty has to leave a ring around your life that won’t scrub off.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you feel that what started out as a pleasantly kinky
story took an unfortunate hard left on you, imagine how I felt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I hope you’ll find the stories in this
series titillating, thought-provoking, and more often than not, hot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">Feel free to share your experiences related to this topic in
the comments section below.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’d love to
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2856980145488514150.post-68503652913711783642013-03-19T11:35:00.001-07:002013-03-20T11:20:56.708-07:00Welcome to Sexy Vegas!<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Call it a smut-seek, a filth-fest, a titillating treat of
weekly debauchery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Call it Sex and the
City minus all those pesky relationships.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
Together we will</span> explore the sexy side of Las Vegas and the unique
variety of erotic fun it has to offer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Some topics will be freaky, raunchy and taboo, and others will be tame
by comparison.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You alone can decide
whether this reading experience is appropriate for you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">As a tie-in, I will also be sharing excerpts from my
forthcoming novel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
protagonist, Melanie, is a Las Vegas real estate marketing consultant who is thirty-(muffled,
unintelligible), never married with no kids, and she avoids risk in all its
forms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When those close to her challenge
her to take a chance on love, she finds herself in a relationship that pushes
her out of her comfort zone—sexually and otherwise—and in Las Vegas, that can
be a perilous experience.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span>And feel free to share your experiences as well.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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