Saturday, December 31, 2005

What Mixed Drink Are You?

You Are an Appletini

Most of the time, you're a typical party girl / guy.
But when you get super sauced, you really up your sex appeal.
What Mixed Drink Are You?

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Which of Santa's Reindeer are You?

You Are Cupid

A total romantic, you're always crushing on a new reindeer.

Why You're Naughty: You've caused so much drama, all the reindeers aren't speaking to each other.

Why You're Nice: You have a knack for playing matchmaker. You even hooked Rudolph up!
Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?

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Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Observation: Self-Destruction of Relationships...

Self Destruction of Relationships as a Result of Paranoia

Have you ever been in a relationship and you thought everything was going great, then it came to a dead stop? You had stuff on your plate, s/he had stuff on their plate or both. You needed to take a break for whatever reason, but during this "break" you basically worried yourself crazy:

Is it something I said?
Did I do something wrong?
Did I do "it" badly? (Ha! Not likely!)
Are we going to pick this thing back up?
Is s/he seeing someone else?
Does s/he want to call it quits, but is just trying to let it fade out instead of hurting me?
etc.
etc.
etc.

So you drive yourself and/or friends crazy with all your rambling about how things are going to play out, what you should do, etc. There's a piece of literature out that's been getting RAVE reviews (it'll probably work for guys too, if there isn't a mirror version out yet):

He's Just Not Into You

Cop a squat and read a few pages, because the rest of us are tired of your whining...we have our own relationships to deal with. Hey, just think...if s/he comes back, you can bug the shit out of each other happily ever after.

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Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Don't Write Me Off

Don't write me off...
because I don't immediately put the dishes in the kitchen
maybe I'm enjoying just being with you and trying to savor the moment.

Don't write me off...
because I take a few extra minutes to get ready
I picked this outfit just for you and want to be sure to flaunt it.

Don't write me off...
because I don't like horror flicks too much
I'll watch them with you, but you don't need that movie just to hold me.

Don't write me off...
because I like amusement parks and roller coasters
I just like the little adrenaline rush and conquering what scares me.

Don't write me off...
because it takes a time or two for me to loosen up
Sometimes you'll be mad that you ever got me going.

Don't write me off...
because I'm not the best chef you've ever met
we can prepare the meals together and get the juices flowing.

So don't write me off
for things that I'm willing to learn
It's part of growing toward something special with you

Don't write me off...
Because I think
I'm falling for you.

posted by Devlyn @ 8:50 PM 1 comments

Friday, February 18, 2005

On the Other End

Dedicated to M.F.H.

To the one on the other end of my call
The one I talk to for no reason at all
But to hear your voice, your island drawl
This is to you on the other end of my call.

So quickly things turned so deep
Without hearing your voice at night I could not sleep
Soon words were spoken, each other we wanted to keep
Wow, how quickly things turned so deep!

Is the "soulmate" theory actually just destiny?
You're the dragon's fiery flame that ignites me
While I'm the dolphin's splashing waves to cool thee
Yin to yang, maybe it is just destiny.

Thoughts of you make my heart smile
Radiating through a pained face because its been a while
But I'm traveling across country for thousands of miles
Because mere thoughts of you make all of me smile.

So to the one on the other end of my call
Whose sexy voice I'd listen to for no reason at all
Who's setting my hopes up on a shelf so tall
I pray this is real so I won't have to make any other calls.

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Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Auto Show Season

I'm not sure what's going on in other countries, but it's Auto Show season here in the U.S.

Though I've never enjoyed the act of "making it" in a car, there's definitely something titillating about thought of being in one of those brand new luxury automobiles that sends a tingling through my body. There are ways of exciting almost every fantasy in some way:

Sex in an automobile - You could take care of an auto maker or two per day! Just think about it. EVERY auto maker has at least a couple models on display, covering EVERY genre and size of vehicle from slow & steady sedans to fast & furious Ferraris, Mini Cooper to Hummer

Doing it in public - What could be better than having your way with your sig (or not so sig) other with thousands of people around?? (SSH! No screaming!)

Outdoors - Check out some of the staging around the SUVs and ATVs. With the soundtracks, waterfalls, rocks, trees, etc. you'll be saying "Are we there yet?" in no time.

Futuristic or latex your thing? - Wander around to the displays for the concept cars. Beam me up, Scotty. Luke, Darth Vader may be your father, but I'm your mama!

Long legs or otherwise beautiful people - Stop by any of the stages with spokesmodels. Actually, just look around at all the other people.

Bars not your thing - Brush up on some of the stats on the hottest cars and settle into a good spot for a spell. Wait for someone cute to come by and chat him/her up, exchange email addresses or phone numbers, maybe go out for drinks afterwards if you click.

Is there enough Leg room? - Trying to find out what auto comfortably fits your long legs, hulking build or a menage a trois? Grab some friends and pile in! Best way to test it before you buy it.

Oh the many possibilities!!! I'm not looking to buy anything anytime soon, but I'll definitely be at the Auto Show in my area! I'm getting in the shower now to cool myself off!

Hope to see you there!

posted by Devlyn @ 1:12 AM 3 comments

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

I hope 2005 brings you all the happiness and fulfilled desires that your heart holds dear.

Devlyn

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Sunday, December 26, 2004

Scare

It’s been a long day and an even longer night. All I want to do is take a shower and get into bed. You called this afternoon and said your meeting ran long so you wouldn’t make it home until tomorrow, leaving me to attend the charity dinner and auction stag. Of course, I was dressed to the nines in something I’d hoped to surprise you with. Something that I was sure would get a rise out of you that I could take advantage of once we got home. Unfortunately, in your absence, I was left to be ogled and pawed by every pervert in the place.

“What’s that?” I whisper into my cell as I excuse myself from the councilman’s side and head down the hotel’s hallway to the ladies' lounge. “Oh, the dress… you want me to describe it? It is deep teal with gold floral print and piping, very form fitting, and designed in an Asian style. It has a keyhole cutout in the cleavage and a split on the left a little higher than mid-thigh.” I’ve walked into the ladies room to touch up my lip-gloss and to have a little more privacy to talk to you. “Yes, I really wish you were here to see it too. Maybe I’ll put it on for you one day. Underneath…? The gold lace demi bra and thong set that you bought me with the matching garter.”

Feeling frisky, you begin to describe a scene that starts with us leaving the dinner and getting a room at the hotel. We’re pawing and petting in the elevator on the way to the suite while the elevator operator acts as if he’s alone, but we know that he can see us through the reflection of the highly polished brass walls. You hear my breath quicken and know that your story is beginning to get me going.

I clear my throat. “Yes, I’ll call you later and we’ll discuss this then,” I say as I hear someone else walk into the room. I wet a hand towel and place it against my face and neck to cool myself from the beginning of a steamy conversation. Too many visions of what could’ve happened next are running through my mind and I attempt to clear my head before rejoining the dinner.

I walk in just as the auctioneer is unveiling the first piece. “Was that the loving mister?” one the female attorneys at my table inquired. Tracey was always eyeing you. “I’m surprised he’s not here with you tonight. There’s no way I would let you out alone dressed like that if I was your man.” Correction, Tracey was always eyeing us. She’s such the flirtatious vixen. “Yes, that was Keith. He had to stay over another night in Cologne, so he couldn’t make it. He called to send his regards, of course, and to give me the freedom to bid as I please.”

I finally make it home three hours and $5,000 later. I did get a few nice pieces of artwork for the house and helped raise money for the new homeless shelter. I hope you’re pleased with my purchases and smile with the thought of your appreciation as I walk to the bathroom to turn on the water for my shower. I turn as I hear a noise in the master suite and grab my heavy brush to go investigate. Yes, I know it’s just a brush, but it’s the only weapon I have until I can make it into the room. It’s just too bad the curlers weren’t on, I think to myself as I steady my nerves to enter the bedroom. I hate being in the house by myself and wish you were here to protect me. I really should’ve stayed at the hotel until tomorrow.

I look around and seeing nothing out of place, I turn on the light to further examine the room. Finding nothing, I sit at the Victorian vanity and begin to remove my jewelry and stockings. I walk into the closet and hang up my dress, then begin to pull my hair up so it won’t get wet in the shower. Walking back into the bathroom in my underwear, I hear the noise again. It sounds like a moan or a deep humming. I look again and finding everything in place, decide that I must be overworking the hot water heater running the water so long. You told me long ago that old houses often make settling sounds, and I relax knowing that we’ve lived here long enough to know the difference. I remove my panties, free my 36D breasts, and step into the shower. After soaping up and rinsing off, I liberally apply baby oil all over and long for tomorrow when you’ll be home to do this for me.

I wrap a towel around myself, step out of the shower, and head to the bedroom to find a nightgown. I stop short noticing lights that I did not turn on. I survey the room and try to decide whether to head to the nightstand to grab the gun or run out of the house in nothing but my towel. Fear and anxiety combine for the ultimate adrenaline rush and I decide to go for the gun. Before I make it halfway across the room, the lights go out. I try to run to the nightstand. The towel falls to the floor as I’m tackled from behind and fall onto the bed on my stomach. I reach for the nightstand but someone grabs my arms and pins them behind my back with one hand. I turn my head to the side so I can both breathe and try to get a look at my assailant, but only manage to achieve the breathing. It’s too dark and they are too far back for me to see the face.

“Mmm, such a tight ass you have,” he hissed in my ear as he gently bit my lobe and locked handcuffs around my wrists. “You looked so good walking around in your gold bra and thong, I almost couldn’t wait until after your shower. I’ve been watching you all night. Strutting around in that tight dress, brazenly flirting with all those people at your charity dinner, taunting us all with that enticing split that showed more than the appropriate amount of leg.” I felt his manhood getting harder as it pressed against my back and realize that he is nude.

“Oh yes, I was watching. Just the sight of you made me want to follow you to the ladies room and take you on the counter in the middle of your phone call. Tell me. Does your husband know that you wear such slutty clothes when he’s not around? I’ll bet he doesn’t.” He reaches his hand underneath my hips, slightly raising my ass, and begins to play with my clit. “If you were my wife, I’d keep you tied to the bed so I could fuck you whenever and however I wanted.” I try to lift up or roll over, but it’s useless as he straddles the backs of my legs. I silently vow to take a self-defense class when I get out of this.

“How did you get in here? What do you want from me?” As much as I try to fight it, his ministrations are starting to get me very wett. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you’ve been a very naughty girl and someone must make you pay for teasing all those people tonight. I want to ensure you are properly punished, and I know just how to do it.” He bites the nape of my neck, just a small amount of pressure from his teeth, and I lose it. “You’re such an easy little trollop, aren’t you? You’ve gotten my hand all wet now. I think you should clean up your mess,” he says as he brings his hand toward my mouth. I move my head away and begin to fight to get up again. “Where are you trying to get to?” he asks. “You’re not going anywhere until you’ve been suitably chastised. Don’t make me tie you to the bed. Now, clean my fingers.”

As he shoves his fingers into my mouth, he rolls me onto my back, pinning my arms beneath me and straddles my legs again, resting his dick on my stomach. Thinking I could get a good look at him now, I’m disappointed to see the mask on his face. There were holes only at the eyes, nose and mouth. I stare and try to memorize every detail of his body. He sounds a lot like Keith. He’s even built like him, but through the mouth hole I see a mustache, unlike Keith. He has a tattoo of a panther across his right pec, also unlike my Keith.

I want to scream for help but know it's useless since we soundproofed our house after the neighbors’ kids started a rock band in their garage and we began hosting “dinner parties”. No noise in, no noise out. Believe me, I’ll be calling the window company after I get off the phone with the nearest certified Tai Kwon Do instructor.

“Damn, you have beautiful breasts. So full… are they real? Maybe I should find out for myself. I don’t think you’d tell me the truth anyway.” He bends and takes one nipple into his mouth, teasing with his tongue and pulling with his teeth. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked this. Look at how taut your nipples are now. Would you like me to do the other one? I believe you would.”

He snakes his tongue across my chest and quickly engulfs my right breast in his mouth, repeating the dance he performed on the left. Combined with his continued ministrations on my clit with his thumb and the steady probing of his fingers inside of me, I cum again. “Ooh, another one? Are you this effortless for your husband? I bet he doesn’t make you cum this much. Not this quick anyway. Does he, Kat? Tell me, does he make you lose control like this?”

“I’m not answering any of your questions! Let me go and get out of my house!”

“Feisty, aren’t we? I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands right now. And to think, I thought you were enjoying my attentions. Maybe I should just tie and gag you, finish having my way with you and then leave you for your husband to find later.” I felt him growing harder and heavier against my stomach, as if the mere thought of restraining me aroused him. “Actually, I think that’s exactly what I’ll do,” he said as he slid me acrss the bed and began to tie my legs to scarves on the bedposts. “My little addition to the décor while you were in the shower. You like? I was hoping I wouldn’t need them, but I like to be prepared. I think I know a way to get you on board with my plans though.”

He finished tying my legs, leaving my arms cuffed beneath me, and crawled onto the bed between my legs. He reached beneath the pillows pulling out a red scarf and tied it around my mouth. Pushing himself up on his hands, he looked over my body. I tried to crouch in on myself. I suddenly felt more than naked, as if his gaze peered through my skin and into my soul. He smirked as I flinched, then lowered his head between my legs. Flicking his tongue along my inner thighs, he slowly began to slide his fingers in and out of my core. He drew circles around my bud with his tongue and took it in his mouth while crooking his fingers along my spot. As much as I hated to admit it, this man was playing my body like a fiddle. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to cum again, and soon. Then his moaning began and I totally lost it from the ensuing vibrations. I pitched my body around in time with his thrusting. He removed his fingers and delved his tongue into my pot over and over causing me to cum so hard I almost shook him off of me.

“You taste so sweet, Kat. I could stay here for hours. But, that’s a surefire way for me to get caught.” He slid up my body, took a breast in each hand and kissed me, sliding his tongue under the gag. He broke the kiss, “Do you enjoy your sweetness, Kat? You do, don’t you?” He looked at me with a devilish grin. “Do you want some more?”

He leaned in to kiss me again, pausing just before making contact, and licked my bottom lip from corner to corner. Despite my squirming, he kept up his teasing. He nibbled my chin, licked up the line to my left earlobe and tugged it lightly with his teeth. Snaking his tongue down to my neck, he licked and sucked until I thought I’d lose my mind. I tossed my head back and forth, telling him to stop because I was certain there would be a huge bruise on my neck. He hung on for the ride and did not let up. Then, without warning, he bit the crook between my neck and shoulder while plunging his whole length into me. He allowed me a few seconds to become accustomed to the invasion before beginning a slow steady stroke. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself on a beach with a handsome lifeguard, anywhere but where I was. I felt a tear form in the corner of my right eye, streak down my cheek and settle into the scarf.

“Open your eyes, Kat.” I shook my head, squeezing my eyes tighter. He stopped and untied the gag. “Look at me, Kat. Open your eyes and look at me,” he pled.

I opened my eyes to find the mask had been removed and there, astride my legs, was Keith, mustache, panther tattoo and all. I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or mad.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!?!” I really wanted to hit you. Damn handcuffs.

“You couldn’t tell it was me from my voice? I thought you knew it was me, that is, until I saw you crying.”

“At first I thought it was you, until you turned me over and I saw the mustache and tattoo.” You resumed your slow stroke. “What were you thinking, scaring me like that? And what’s with the mustache and tattoo anyway?”

You pick up the pace and begin teasing my nipples. “Well, remember when we had the “rape fantasy” talk? We said the downfall was that you’d know that it was coming. While I was getting ready to board the plane, I figured it would work this time. You wouldn’t expect me. So I called to say I wasn’t coming home and then got on the plane.” You start pinching and rolling them now. “And the mustache just happened when my electric shaver wasn’t compatible with the outlets in my room. Yeah, I forgot the adapter.” You’re going a little harder now and playing with my clit with your thumb as you lift my hips.

“If you look at the tattoo a little closer, you’ll notice it’s a sleek black cat, just like you. Not to mention that it says “Kat” beneath the belly. I was thinking of you while wandering through the city. I came across a tattoo parlor and decided to get it.”

You flexed your pecs and the panther seemed to slink across your chest. It was so sexy. Why didn’t he think of getting a tattoo sooner, I thought. I felt my body beginning to contract against your shaft. I lifted my body up and rocked against my heels and shoulders, pumping harder against you. I was so close to cumming I could feel it warming my body through to my toes. I could tell you were close too since you stretched my tunnel farther as your impending release made you harder. Using your knees as a ramp beneath me, your hands were free to pinch and pull my nipples and play with my clit. The pleasure and pain combination caused me to arch my back even more as I came along with you. You collapsed beside me, stroking my hair and trying to catch your breath.

“Mmm, that was wonderful. We should do it again sometime. I didn’t think I’d get off into it like that, but it was great.”

“Yes it was. Umm, babe… can you untie and uncuff me please? My arms are asleep!”

You untied my legs and rolled me over. “I have to admit, watching you come out with that brush was hilarious!” You begin to uncuff my wrists.

“That’s not funny! It was all I had to defend myself. You just better be glad I didn’t make it to the nightstand!” We spooned beneath the blanket, both still nude. You wrapped your arm around my waist from behind and kissed the back of my neck.

“Do me a favor?” I asked over my shoulder.

“Anything you want.”

“In that case, make it two favors. First, don’t EVER scare me like that again.”

“Deal. What’s the other one?”

“Keep the scarves on the bed.”

“Sure thing, babe. Now get some rest.”


… To be continued…

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