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  Well, this week it was the guys’ turn for the charity auction.

All that meat on display just waiting to be examined, and examine I did.  I had so much fun sticking a finger up this guy’s ass, then checking out how low the next guy’s balls hung.

  The most interesting part to me was that guys can’t hide how they feel on display.  Some guys’ dicks just sat there limp as anything and no matter what coaxing went on, they were refusing to get hard.  Those were tyhe ones that didn’t like the indignity of it all.  Others started out limp, but as they got fondled more and more, they started getting stiffer and stiffer.  This was the majority.  A few, however, started out at attention and just couldn’t seem to go down for shit.  These guys loved exposing themselves.  One of them was so big I thought he was going to pass out because all his blood had left the rest of his body just to give him a massive hard-on.

I had fun poking one guy in the ass, then fondling the next one’s balls.  Moving on to the next one and stroking his cock for a bit just to watch it rise under my touch.  I finally came to one that I fell in love with … this guy’s cock was as hard as I have ever seen a cock … he loved being on display, but the amazing thing was how small it was.  I mean, I’ve seen boys in my kindergarden class with bigger dicks.  I knew I HAD to have this one as my slave for a day, so after pretending to check out a few more packages, I went and sat down, ready for the bidding.

Most the girls bid like crazy on the bigger cocks, and the hard ones went quicker than the limp ones (no surprise there).  When it got to pee-wee’s turn, I figured I’d have no competition … boy, was I wrong.  It seemed like every girl that hadn’t bought a cock yet wanted Mr Snausage.  Maybe they figured he would be an easy slave with so little meat, I don’t know … all  I know is that I ended up spending almost twice as much as I had planned in order to win him, but win him I did.

Well, next week is my slave day, but I’m already looking foreward to the week after, when I get to play with that tiny pecker all I want.

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   Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it got this kitten soaked.

I have to admit that although I am an exhibitionist at heart, I also enjoy a healthy amount of voyeurism as well.  I walk my dog in the late evenings just looking for prospective windows to peep into.  I take strolls in the park watching for interesting couples.  It was on such a walk that I did notice a cute couple groping quite a bit.  I saw them scuttle off the main walkway into  some bushes, and figured I found my chance to get some naturist viewing in.

  I hurried to a spot near the bushes that I figured I’d get a good eyeful, and slowly parted the branches in my bush cover to see what I could.  What I did find was the guy facing the very bush I was hiding behind, zipping down his pants.  I also noticed the girl squatting nearby as she took a whiz, but just as I saw her, here came the golden showers - a hot, steamy blast of male pee right into my face almost, splashing everywhere as it hit the leaves.  Unable to control myself, I let out a gasp and stood up, only to get the piss all down my front as I stood.  No wonder they snuck off - this guy could piss like a stallion.  He hardly even flinched, and I think he even directed more at me as he just kept pissing.  His girlfriend stood up rather quickly, and I noticed a bit of piss running down her leg from trying to stop a bit too soon.

  Well,  after Mr Stallion finally stopped pissing on me, we got to talking a little bit, and I ended up shedding my clothes right there in the bushes to let them dry while the three of us had a wild fucking time.  By the time we got done fucking and sucking, my clothes were definitely dry enough to wear home.  The whole experience, although shocking at first was very intriguing.  I think I’m going to have to do some more research into the golden showers thing.

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   My Swingers Club is doing its annual 2-week auction.  This week the women were on the auction block, and next week it’s the mens turn.

  There’s something very erotic standing almost completely naked, exposed to dozens of men, and helpless to do anything about it.  I say “almost” because I did keep my stockings on, and each of us women were blindfolded during the event.

  Before the bidding, each of us were on display for the men to approach and examine us carefully, one at a time.  They were allowed to poke, prod and spread whatever they wished as they examined, and we were supposed to be obedient “slaves”.   I suppose I wasn’t too slave-like (is that a word?) when I climaxed all over one man’s prodding fingers … I’ll never know if he’s the one that bid on me.   By the time the auction was complete, I was so fucking horny I didn’t care who won me.  That’s the flip-side of the auction, though … I won’t find out for two weeks.  Winners aren’t released until after next week’s auction on the men.  THAT should be very interesting … my chance for revenge, poking and prodding them. hehe

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First Swingers party after the New Year is always a grand event.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to hang around and enjoy the party.  Frank and I hooked up early on, and he had ideas that required we start that evening.

We headed toward the inner city from the party, and found a dead-end alley that was pretty much empty, and he started setting up his little plan.  As he set it up, he talked about it.

First off, he had a VW bug, one of the small vintage ones, not one of those modern bubble ones, so he had plenty of room to back it up in the alley.  Once backed in place, he popped the hood … I mean the trunk.  I can never get over those cars with their trunk in the front.  He pulled out a large canvas … I mean real large.  It looked like a painters dropcloth for an entire room.   He went to the front of the alley and attached one side of the dropcloth to one side of the alley up near the top of the building, then attached the other side to the other side, also kind of high up.  He had used a trash can and a box to get it as high as he wanted, and the whole time he was talking about the history of movies, and black-and-white films and alot of other stuff like that.  Well, Once the cloth was in place, he hurried back to the car and brought out a boom box, and set it on the trash can that he had put to one side in the alley, almost like setting a stage.  Rushing back to the car, he flipped on the headlights, then went over to the boom box.  As he turned on the music, he bowed low and offered out his hand for a dance.  An old, somewhat familiar waltz came on, and I courtsied.  We approached each other and started to dance.  The hazy bright glow from the headlights reflected back from the canvas filled the sky with an ethereal light, making this dirty back alley come to life and become our own magical world.  One song after another filled the air, each song a different genre … there were tangos, salsas, rock, country, jazz and hip-hop … all the songs seemed familiar, but not quite what I was used to.  That didn’t matter - we danced the evening away, and between songs Frank would do other little things he had prepared … one time he brought out a small chair that he sat near the trash can.  Another time he brought out a wine bottle and two wine glasses.  As the evening wore on, I noticed between songs murmers and voices from the other side of the canvas, and I started realizing that the other side could see our silhouettes as we danced … almost like old black-and-white movies, only in shadow form.  It all started piecing together what he was accomplishing.

By the last couple songs, our dancing was no longer about our own little world that Frank had magically created, but was about the show we were putting on for the hidden audience.   As the last song came to a close, Frank grabbed the chair, I grabbed the boom box, and we both ran back to his car.  We drove off out of the alley to the cheers of dozens of onlookers, leaving that magical canvas and alley behind.

Lovemaking that night was so beautiful.

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    I got back home from my parents’ house earlier this week, and decided to celebrate making it through the holidays by going out on the town.

   I called up a guy who had been showing interest in a date for quite some time, and agreed to meet him for dinner at one of the nicer restaurants in town.  I spent the day pampering myself and getting all prepared for a great night out.  I dressed in a somewhat short strapless red dress that flowered out at the skirt when I spun, and I had red shoes, panties and bra that all matched perfectly with the dress. Adding a fake red poinsettia to my hair, I was ready to paint the town red.

   I arrived at the restaurant just slightly late, and found that he had already arrived at the reserved table and had ordered drinks for both of us that were delivered just as I sat down.  During the course of the evening, Mark had mentioned to me that he loved the smell of womens’ panties.  With this information, I just couldn’t resist … I excused myself to go  to the ladies’ room, and slipped my slightly damp panties off.  Bundling them tightly in my hand, I returned to the table and dropped them into his salad as I sat back down.  At first, he was stunned, just staring at them … but then a big grin came over his face as he picked them up and ran them under his nose, breathing in deeply.  The rest of the meal, he kept them folded nicely beside his plate in the napkin spot, and raised them to his face from time to time for future sniffs.  Each time he smelled them, my pussy tingled like his face was right there between my legs.  By the time dinner was over, we were both more than ready to head back to my place.

   Once back at my place, I had him get naked and sit in the loveseat that was near the window.  I opened the blinds so others passing by might see, and then I brought out two more pairs of panties from my laundry hamper.  I told him to entertain himself while I got comfortable, then went and changed into my belly-dancing outfit (yes, I’m still working on my belly dancing).  I put on some appropriate music on my way back into the living room, and entered as a belly dancer would onto a stage.  Performing my routine for him, I encouraged him to sit there sniffing my panties as he watched me, and before long, he was stroking his growing cock.

   Now I was dancing for the benefit of the cock, and found myself entranced by it the more it grew in his hand.  I imagined myself as a snake charmer with his stiff meat being the cobra I was charming.  It rose up straight and tall, pointing at me the whole time.  I danced to the rhythm of his pumping hand until I was dancing myself into a frenzy.  Just as I thought I couldn’t dance any faster, the cobra began spitting its poisonous venom at me.  It just kept spewing venom, covering my dancing body with white splashes to mark its territory.  Once the venom stopped shooting at me I collapsed in front of it, and wrapped my lips around this one-eyed snake’s head.  I began kissing and licking on it to show my appreciation for its part in my dance.

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  Instead of making a bunch of resolutions that I wasn’t going to keep this year, I decided to make some as challenges that would be fun to complete:

1) I resolve to participate in an inter-racial orgy … I don’t care if it’s two women and a guy or if it’s five guys and me … As long as at least three races are represented.

2) I resolve to flash at least one unsuspecting person per week.  It might be the postman, the boy next door, the butcher at the local store … but they have to be taken by surprise by it … It doesn’t count if I flash the boy next door enough times that he’s waiting to see when it will happen again.

3) I resolve to masturbate during each and every phone call, no matter how much my pussy throbs.  Now, for all you wankers out there … this one only counts once the credit card goes through, so no fair calling  just to ask if I’m masturbating.

4) I resolve to try at least one new position during sex per month.  I have no idea what position it will be, since I’ve tried most the positions that I know of.  If any of you guys out there have ideas on this one, give me a call.

There … that’s four resolutions that should keep me busy most the year.  Happy New Year, everyone.

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