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hornee hols journal: 9 n a half daze

Ruby's Wank Wednesday: #journal 

Okay readers, this is a bit of a flashback for Andy (plus I'm a bit tired n had a shitty week at work so if Ruby can tweet stuff from her archive I guess I can too huh?). So it's one of the stories I wrote when we were together the first time a coupla years ago n it ain't in my usual style (more like Abby Lee's 'Girl With A One Track Mind' which was my fave book then n I even mention it!) n it's a bit less filthee n more for fun cos at the time I didn't wanna scare Andy off with how fuckin hornee he made me! If only I'd known! :-P So I wrote these lil fun diaries for him :-D n I hopes you enjoy them as much as he did! Cos they made him come back to me again so it's all good! ;-)

Friday Nite Fun! 

Andy always tells me I have amazing breasts. 

I don't do the bra thing cos they chafe too much, spesh in summer heat. Full slips or camis with support for work but daringly exposed under a sheer chiffon off-shoulder gypsy top for play. Passionate purple. Not that it stays on long. *sigh™*

I have amazing +1 nips. Sensitive beyond belief. I can go from zero to hornee if both are touched at same time. Even more if licked or sucked. 

In my bedroom, Andy puts his cock tween my boobs for the first time, and caresses nipsville as I press them together and massage it. I've died and gone to heaven. Not long after, Andy's hot white squirty soul jets heavenward too but doesn't quite make it, splashing back down on me. 

Nice but messy. After tissues we snuggle n doze. Long weekend ahead.

Saturday sometime.

I wake early - habit of parents, even after a few years in my own place. Only this isn't a habit-wake. 

Half face-down, one leg up, Andy's finger's inside. It's a nice enough alarm call, as bells ring in my cunny, but couldn't you wake me first? I do like to be there. Honest.

Andy's always hard, I mean really hard, huge and awesomely hornee, first thing if he sleeps over. Well, shags over, cos sleep doesn't feature much. I roll on my back to face him, under him. 'Good morning.' he smooches. 'Well hi.' my muff answers. This early bird gets the worm. YUMMY!

After some practical examples, we decide we need a new private word for fucking. We eventually get a 'fuck' and 'shag' combo: 'shug'. Score at half-time, aka midday: 4 fucks (3 and a bj actually), and 3 shugs.

Debs, my flatmate, taps on my bedroom door and calls, "Lunch, anyone?" I'm half way thru a second bj. Come up for air to gasp, "Already eaten thanx!'" Andy lets out a cry as my lips find him again. "Oh and Andy says hi!" I add as polite translation.

We should get up. By that I mean out of bed Andy, not hard again. Cos he is. Insatiable. *big content sigh™* 

We're supposed to be going to my parents' vacant caravan on the coast. They think I'll be with Debs, but I've bribed her so I can take Andy. Last time I went with an ex she got a week off rent. Now on way too good terms with mum n dad and gets presents. "Price of silence." she smiles. Two weeks off. Exorbitant BITCH! My thighs are trembling cos I want Andy to shug me in the sanddunes at sunset. My muff pouts sulkily and waves a white flag. Well, white knix with lil coloured flowers on. Wet white knix now.

Andy drives at speed to the coast that evening, me beside him with the window down. I wonder what it's like to shug on backseat, the speedy breeze cooling us, at 88mph. Go over a bump and we both briefly float before Andy lands heavily on me again. Oh daydream wow.

I unzip Andy as we first spy the sea, all glistening and sparkly under a full twilight moon, like my wetness. The sea makes me hornee. Well everything I do with Andy makes me hornee - details don't matter. He's still hard n huge, and I play gearstick with him as he revs through town. It's dark by the time we find the caravan. Neither of us can wait so I straddle him on backseat while he visits nipsville-by-the-sea. Windows down, listening to seagulls. My cries join theirs shortly after.

Shugday. 

It's Sunday, and I worship at the Church of Andy. I get on my knees before him, and put my hands together as if praying, speaking in tongues. At my most devoted, Madonna has nothing on me.

We have an sexy breakfast of taramasalata and breadsticks in bed, dipping them in and feeding each other. Crumbs everywhere. After we've finished them we nibble each other for dessert. Crumbs now REALLY get everywhere. Andy seeks them out with his tongue. Good boy, I pat him on the head.

We really ought to get out and have some sun but we're both still hornee. Not sure neighbouring holiday makers would like us shugging openly on the patio tho. Spoilsports. So we get in small caravan bathroom, I wash n do make-up, Andy shaves behind me. It's so cramped he ends up rubbing his cock on small of my back. Standing doggie style, he shugs me over the sink. His heat inside contrasts with cold porcelain gainst my muff before, sometime after lunch, we get round to dressing.

I wear a sarong skirt, crop top n sandals, while Andy is hot in shorts. If I *big contented sigh™* any more, I'll end up as a puddle.

I whisper 'taramasalata' in his ear a few times as we walk hand-in-hand thru the sand. Each time I see his shorts getting tighter. His eyebrows dance like those kids in the choccie ad. We have a new dirty word.

The sun starts to go down on us. No jokes please. We stand holding hands watching the sky blush overhead.

It's all so wonderfully romantic, or is until Andy dives on me behind the dunes, and shugs the sand from my sarong. Be careful what you wish for, I guess...

Bonk Holiday Monday. All day.

All the non-stop hornee shugging has given us both mega appetites so I cook a full on breakfast for us both. I'm famished but hope all the horizontal exercise has made me shed some weight. The only extra weight on me has been Andy. Which I honestly don't mind one bit.

I've grilled sausages and burgers, with baked beans and meatballs. Serve them up so they make a 8===o on our plates. Can't think what inspired me. I dip my sausages in ketchup, lick the red sauce from them sensually and nibble away. I think Andy's sausage has gone from chipolata to frankfurter. I'd dip him in ketchup too but I'm watching the calories. 

I want to secretly send Andy a saucy postcard for when he gets home - a momento and a tease for more. I suggest he buys me an ice lolly while I shimmy thru what's available in shop. Find one of a girl's bikini bottom on very full hips. Scribble 'wish you were HERE!' besides Andy's addy. Stamp it (always have some in my purse!) and post it before he gets back with a very phallic looking lolly. Mmmmm...  And he's got a massive pink candy floss. 

I lick and suck my lolly sensually, while he nibbles the mega-muff-like candy floss before burying his face in it and chomping. We get hornee again. Life's like that.

Andy asks if I'll dye my muff fluff pink so he can imagine he's having candy floss again when he tongues me. Aren't I sweet enough? I say I will if he sticks his cock in the freezer so he's my ice lolly. Awkward silence. I'm thinking bout his idea as a poss birthday/xmas/valentine day pressie. Not sure he is bout mine tho.

With heavy hearts n buzzy bits we drive back at sunset. The dying day paints everything pink, then purple, like my shorts, vest n sandles. I like to be co-ordinated, naturally.

I ask Andy in for coffee cos I don't want him to go. Don't want the long luvly weekend to end, ever. If I keep him in my bedroom, mebbe it won't. 

We have lattes. I like mine like Andy - hot n frothy. I want him to whisk me into bubbly oblivion. But he has work tomorrow, like me. Bleh n double bleh with extra bits of bleh on. After a longer lingering kiss I press my nose against the glass til his tail lights disappear. And then some.

My double bed seems awfully big n empty after two nights in a single sleeping on top of each other. I plump up a pillow Andy n cuddle it to sleep. It's not quite the same.

Taramasalataday. Well it begins with 'T'...

Back to work with incandescent satisfaction. Everyone nudges n whispers as I float like a glowy Tinkerbell to my desk. Everything is pink, all is love. Well, lust at least. 

Andy phones in my lunch hour so I nip out to car. We whisper sweet filthy nothings before I get to 'ta-ra...'. There's a strangled noise. '...ma-sa...' I purr. I think he's shot his load in his boxies before I even got to '...la-ta'. Sorry hon. Secretly pleased tho. Remote control shug.

I get home and Debs asks how was my day? To be honest I don't really recall. All I remember was how wonderful it was from Fri to Mon. *biggest contentest sigh ever™*

It's a hot evening and have fans for the bedrooms. Mine is on chest of drawers blowing across bed. As I re-read Abby Lee's sexy sassy book 'Girl with a One Track Mind' for the umpteenth time, in just my panties n thin top, the breeze blows tween my thighs, over my bum. A dirty deep draught.

Biting my lip as I get roused, letting the fan fiddle my fanny, I ring Andy but get his answer service. More sweet filthy nothings for him to hear later.

Flumpday. Epiphany.

Andy's talk of pink candy muff fluff makes me revisit childhood with a hornee twist. 

I want, no need, something to suck on when he's not round. Visit a local sweet shop looking for a large round lolly or similar and find something better. Flumps. Twisty mallow tubes bout 5 inches long, and I figure if I hold some together they're about Andy's thickness. I buy a dozen.

In my bedroom that evening I unwrap four, bunch them together and put them in my mouth. They don't quite have Andy's firmness but the soft sweet sponginess is bliss on my tongue and lips. I suck on them until I have to chew - something he wouldn't quite appreciate - and the mushy result is like he's cum in loads. I swallow, and have to finger myself to get over how hornee that makes me feel. Bertie Bassett has never seemed dirtier.

My friend Terri phones, asks if I'm free this week. If Andy doesn't show I'll say yes. 

Horniday.

No Andy. Wondering if card was too sexy and scared him off.

I get a hornee attack at work. Well, hornier. Horniest in fact. All day. Cos thinking of Andy always gets me roused. But while I daydream bout what he'll do to me as I work n type - more filthy fumblings tween the filing - there's a rave in my cunny. At first it's just a small party in my panties then my muff gets gatecrashed by a mob of emos. I sit with legs crossed increasingly tighter, then have to sit slightly parted to let some air in before I go pop. Well, bang. Atomic erotic boom. I'm a WMD. Woman of muff desperation.

Normally having a wild sesh with Andy satisfies for a good while but the 3 day 24/7 sex weekend has sent me over an edge. I have withdrawal symptoms - no pun intended - real bad. The DTs. Dirty Trembles. My thighs are like jelly, my knees knock, my hands shake. Don't even ask what's going on in my knix. I pant like a dog. Okay, mebbe not the most flattering description there. 

I drink copious amounts of water from the cooler, almost setting up camp there. Not sure if I'm giving out 'gagging for a shag' signals but several passing guys wink and leer. I smile weakly back. At least I hope I'm smiling, and not looking like lust incarnate. Expressions of dirty need. Just take me now. I almost whimper. I'm so hornee I want to cry. 

Abby Lee has 3 advice options for sits like this: ignore (god I wish I could), postphone (not so much when but WHERE?) or do it now (aarrgghh!). Fate, karma, well biology, decides for me. Lotsa water = need a pee.

Sadly the loos are unisex. Not in a cool 'Boston Legal' way but an old-building, architect-didn't-know-women-existed, one-per-floor manner. Unofficially the guys have upstairs, girls have downstairs but that door doesn't lock properly. Bad enough caught panties-down-having-a-pee but def not into thighs-wide-having-a-fiddle flashing. 

Choosing lockable upstairs, I tug my knix down, well peel them off cos of dampness - lucky I carry spares and hurriedly change them - sit, pee, and have a lil play. *sigh™*. I'm not about to have a screaming orgasm besides which I'm sure boss stopwatches our loo time. An oasis to a thirsty gal, takes off the edge. At least I don't feel like molesting any guys here. Most are wholly unappealing anti-Andy's. Desperation only goes so far. 

By time I get home I feel bandy-legged. Leave a series of text n phone messages for Andy of increasing filthiness, from 'want u' to graphic descriptions of carnal crudity concerning his cock. Naked necessity is the mutha of intimate inventiveness.

Terri comes round. If I'm overhornee now, she makes me look like a nun. Only 20. And a frigging size 10 to my voluptuous 16. BITCH! But we treat each other like sisters. Only I'm eight years older n still playing catch up with her. Comforting and scary at same time. I'm not the WORST but ohmigod I'm NOT the worst? Despite claiming not to be bi she has both a guy and girl on the go. Her new kink is threesomes and bondage. Just plain scary, that.

In secrecy of my room I fess up my desperation for absent Andy. Terri grins at my need. Only it's more like a pirahna sizing up which limb to gnaw. Frankly, I almost don't fucking care, and she comes on to me - nothing new - but this time we end up having a sistery snog. And a fumbly fingering. Terri leaves after making sure I'm okay, smiling still. My lips are kinda smirky too. Which I didn't think they would be. Terriville is a nice place to visit but I wouldn't wanna live there...

Horniday. +1

Wake up early to rumble of summer thunder. Don't feel hornee. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU God! It starts raining. Memory of making love under warm rain in a field. Oh hang on, that's a fantasy. My cunny wakes up, can't tell the difference, twitches. hornee again. Fine. *sigh™*

Still no Andy. Getting more worried. hornee plus.

At work, a hot fit guy walks past. Sees me looking out and waves. Fight the urge to press my panting face gainst the window but faintly wave back. My nips perk up and point back "Oooh lookee!' with a tickly giggle. My cunny jumps up and down in my knix, "Where? Who? Can't see down here!". Which is just as well. Fantasise bout having my thighs round his head. Lots more cold water after that. Another quick loo viola. Like a fiddle but longer and more elaborate. Terri would be proud.

Friday 5pm. Break world land speed record getting home. 

Extreme lack of texts, msgs n emails. As I dejectedly get ready to go out somewhere, anywhere, an envelope flips thru the door, marked in big Andy letters 'SANDIE'. Uh oh. 

He can't face me, has to write and let me down, persona non grata. Hands trembling I open it n shake out a postcard. Printed by one of those photo machines cos the pic is a very erect, very awesome cock I'd know anywhere. 'Wish YOU Were Here!'. Aawwwwww. Bless.

He prob wanted to post it but got worried bout the pic. For sure - he's not advertising his best bit anywhere but in my spaces! The envelope is post-marked 'BY HAND'. You betcha! 

Forget I'm in undies, a staring neighbour nearly crashes his car (serves him right!) as I race out door to see Andy waiting for me at end of drive. I run towards him in slo-mo and he twirls me round, feet off ground, to smooch me. And hopefully a lot more. Sound of violins and harps. Fade to black.

*tsk* Dirty minds, you lot. LOL n *sigh™*

Something Up Day 

Andy turns up with a ginormous pink teddy for me - the bear kind not the sexy lingerie sort. As I grin my delight, I wonder what's he after? Non-stop shugging? Won't say no. Don't want to seem too desperate, so won't scream 'Fucking God Yes Now Now NOW!' at top of voice either. As I think of a polite sexy compromise, Andy tells there's a footie match on TV and can we watch it? Oh. Joy. 

Debs has gone to town so I snuggle beside Andy on the sofa as he watches guys fight over a ball. Silly game I think. But some look very fit, and I wonder if any are good in bed. Strong thighs, wall-to-wall chests, killer arms. A couple even look hot. My hand wanders under my skirt and fiddles half-heartedly in my knix. Girl going cold here.

Half-time comes up, and I go make a cuppa. Another 45 mins? Whatever. As I pass Andy his mug, he mutters something bout a no-score draw. I get an idea, and sneak away briefly. Andy doesn't even notice. He does tho, when I stand in front of him and lift my skirt. No drawers on. And I score. Best result all day.

Sandie United: 3, Footie Interest: Nil. Debs returns, and we go for extra time in my bedroom.

Sadly Solitudeday. 

Need to catch up on some chores before work again tomorrow, so have to abstain from Andy. Who made the weekends so short and the weekdays so long? Inside I glow. Outside I might be glowing too but I'm wearing at my seams, a bit baggy eyed and awesomely achy. Much as I don't want, I need some me time.

Name my new big pink Teddy 'Andy'. To keep me thru the nights n days when AndyBF® isn't here.

Haven't washed my holiday things cos they smell of Andy. After last night so do I, come to think of it. I want that reminder but it's a bit gross, sadly. Hygiene has to win over hornee hormonals. I have a long soak n let the hot water wash away my naughtiness. Til next time.

I'm in bed, alone with Teddy Andy. he's huge, soft and oh-so-cuddly™. I wonder if he's as hornee as AndyBF®. I lie on my back and let his fluffy pink fur tickle tween my thighs. Yep I think he is, as I let him hump me. Naughty Teddy I think, as I press my finger to his black plastic smile. Swear him to secrecy. 

Shhhh don't tell.

watch

Aisling Weaver's Fuck Me Friday



I mentioned bout introing Andy to Lil Andy my vibe n it kinda has watching so hang on n enjoy the ride. Andy did! Me too lol!




I'd told Andy knows bout Lil Andy n decided he'd not been formally introed. In my room I pull him out of my bedside drawer n wave him in front of Andy.


"Lil Andy says 'hi Big Andy!'" I say gleefully. Even though I've cleaned Lil Andy after my last hornee play he still keeps a fragrant air of my cunny bout him.


"So," says Andy as he pushes me down on the bed, eases my lil black tart of a dress of over my head. Slips my very skimpy lacy thong down my thighs, leaving me in just my hold-ups which he luvs for me to keep on, "How do you use Lil Andy when I'm not round?"


I blush, pouting, "That's private. Tween me n Lil Andy."


"You don't like the idee of both your hawt luvahs being here in bed with you at the same time?


Actually I'd never thought bout it. I've no need for Lil Andy when Andy is round n vicey versay. But the thought of having Andy's cock deep in me at mebbe the same time Lil Andy is buzzing round my clit or nips, or... or... no that would be too greedy wudnt it? Oh fuckit! Let's do it, yeh!


Andy's playing with Lil Andy. No not THAT way you pervs! Just trying to figure how I do myself n twiddling his dial base."Show me... " he growls, "How do you turn him on?"


I take Lil Andy n caress his (yeh course he's a he n not an 'it'!) long pink plastic shaft n find the black base tween my fingertips. Give it a lil twist n Lil Andy buzzes to life. That sound turns me on n I can feel my already wet cos-Andy-is here cunny drooling even more. Andy perches on the corner of my bed n does a slow strippytease as I watch n he watches as I lay back n let Lil Andy buzz his way from nip to nip making them all perky n fuckin sensitive, downmy bod n belly n... Andy stops taking his shorts off to part my knees n give him view my drippy cunny... n then Lil Andy is going down down deeper n down in me. I'm so fucking wet n open i don't even have to push he's just sunk in me like I'm quicksand! Lol hey I'm quicksandie n quickies r us!


Course now Andy is all nekkid n yeh he's all luvly n hard n now he wants in too but Lil Andy's first in the queue matey! You gotta wait your turns!


Leaving Lil Andy in me, Andy guides my hands to my tum n I feel Lil Andy tickle my belly from inside. I'm giving low blissful moans as I lie back n let both Andys fuck me. First he takes Lil Andy out all wet from me n makes his tingling tip tease my titties. Slides him over each nip until they perk up even more like skinny mini-Lil Andys. Lies him tween my boobs n presses them together for a Lil Andy tittyfuck. His vibes make my titties jiggle like two jellies as he thrills n excites them, making me giggle. Then he drags Lil Andy down my tum to my smooth mound n makes him caress my clit. I give lil convulsive gasps as each poke n stroke drives me to absolute horniness. My vaj is already leaky n lusty cravings for both my hard boys. Right now.


Andy doesn't have to be a mind reader to know what I want. It's written all over my 'fuck me now' expression n even more so 'make it ever so filthilee dirtilee hornilee' eyes.


He rolls me on my front n hefts my arse up so I'm on all fours n aims his huge hawt cock in my cunny. Pushes it, pounds it, solid shoves right through me, doggies me as I sigh n scream with each new vigorous ramming. I claw my way up so I'm bracing myself on the bedstead, as Andy grips my waist, slaps my arse, bends his chest to my shoulder blades n fucks me the great granddaddy of all fucks. His knees slide tween mine n slowly with each violent thrust in my cunny eases them apart even more. I steady myself with one arm n reach back finding his hand to guide it round n down my belly until his fingers cup my mound. I part his fingers so he is either side of his cock rubbing my labs as his fucks push me drive me screaming n gasping ever louder towards a godalmighty gasm.


Then Andy brings Lil Andy round with his other hand n I feel the buzzing tear onto the skin of my belly over where my g spot is then on my clit. I'm being fucked n vibed in one. Andy sets up a randy rhythm pulling back as he shoves Lil Andy over my clit n teases my labs then ramming his dick hard in as he caresses Lil Andy away. It's a sexc see-saw of a shug n I can only wonder if Lil Andy's vibes are turning Andy on n bringing him to climax as quickly as I am.


Cos I am. Rapidly racing towards a teeth-juddery body-shaky knee-trembly tummy-churny gasm. I don't even have time to gasp Andy's name. Barely a mo to scream 'yesyesyesfuckingyes!' before both Andys make me cum... make me bite my own arm so I don't screem the whole fucking flat down...


I feel Andy let go releasing hawt burning jizz deep into my cunny until his slap-happy pounding goes all liquid in squelchy sounds round his stiff shaft n my gasm squeezes his cum out tween my labs, trickling down my thighs, soaking my stockings. Andy starts to slow as my rippling cunny milks him of his last spunky spurts but lying pressed gainst my back he keeps Lil Andy at my clit then as his spent raw cock finally drips out of me he pushes Lil Andy in my quivering quim gripping the base n making Lil Andy fuck me again. My cunny is still gasming big-time, waves of mindless sensation rocking up n down inside like torrid tidal waves. I can't think, can't talk as Lil Andy buzzes through me, gate-crashes another gasm into me, as my knees buckle n I collapse on the sheets with Andy on top n Lil Andy still inside...


It's a while before my shattered shugged senses make sense of me cuddled up beside Andy with my head dopily on his chest. Lil Andy, still sticky n scented with my juices, lies on a bed of tissues on Andy's tum.


"Thank you, luvah... " I whisper as I kiss Andy's nips, "Luvahs" I correct myself.


Ain't we an awesome threesome?




So watch this spacefor more sexciness soon, you pervs, lol!

smelling salts

Aisling weaver's Fuck Me Friday - 'Smell'

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It's the weekend. The lovely end of week, end of work, gone 5pm and don't give a fuck feeling you get when you rush out the office door weekend with a capital 'Weeeeeeeeee'!

And Andy is sick. No not manflu sick even though there's loads round at the mo but end of week tired, friday fatigued and too stressed to shug me on Saturday OR Sunday, don't even think bout both. That ain't right! Def NOT going on, and I'm gonna have to do something real serious bout it!

So I'm round Andy's and he's slumped in his comfy. Don't even wanna snuggle on the sofa with me as we watch a film on TV. Not even porn to get him going. RIP my horny lover Andy! Really Isn't Phucking! So RIP Sandie! Right I'm Prepared! Skirt up, knix off and giving Andy a fanny flash to be proud of. Usually works. Andy just waves me away from the TV. Okays lover, Plan B for Boobies and out come my babes. I even kneel tween his legs and promise his new fun of a tittyfuck til he covers them in cum but no. I give his cock a tweak through his jeans but he's limp and soft. Kiss of life def required down there and I'm eager to do it. Course I'll add the odd lick or three and some sucking won't hurt either, will it?

Andy looks like he's bout to drop off. Nope, I def ain't having that lover! Something's gotta revive my fucktoy for at least one shug before I let him doze. While I try and think of anything real fucking filthy, I plonk my nekkid arse on his shoulder and run my fingers through his hair to massage his scalp cos he likes that.

Andy sniffs the air. "What's that smell?" he looks up at me. I blush cos didn't have time to shower this morning so mebbe I'm a bit stinky. With a resigned look I get up.

"Okay okay I'll go shower myself clean for you." I run my fingernail up his cheek. "Mebbe you'd like to join me and scrub my back?" When actually I mean front as he shugs me gainst the cold tiles holding my knees up as hot water  trickles down us and his hot cum spurts up inside. I get hot and wet just thinking bout it. I can feel my cunny getting liquid, hungry for my Andy.

"No no no!" He holds my arm and pulls me back. Lifts my skirt and sniffs at my bare cunny, all shaved for him cos he likes it that way. He sticks his tongue out and it tickle dribbles up my slit to find my clit, all asleep and snuggled up cos it didn't think Andy was in play. Now he is. My fingers find his hair again and as he sniffs my leaky cunny and drags his hot tongue deeper to taste me, ny nails dig in his scalp and the pain I'm sure makes him hard.

"Mmmmm you have an amazing scent... " Andy drools tween sticking his nose in my slit where my clit is waking to the promise of some hands on randy Andyness tonight and more tongue. I'm standing by his comfy as he grabs my hips and sticks his nose in even deeper. Okays lover we've had some kinky fun but nose fucking is new and just a lil bit odd but hey it's def better than nothing! Andy's nose is cold and hard and while my fave position is doggie I can't shake the idee that Andy is like a dog sniffing at me. I giggle cos giggling is all I can do as he rubs his snout in and out of my slit and jiggles my clit which has got all sore and needy and ain't minding the attention. Each sniff makes his nose vibe like Lil Andy (that's my vibe in case you all didn't know) and each push is hard like a thumb. It ain't long before I have a lil nosegasm and by that time my knees are resting on Andy's chair arms with my legs apart over his mouth so I'm getting the Friday eat out of all time as i claw his scalp for more. And that def ain't to be sniffed at! 

practice makes perfect

http://eroticnotebook.co.uk/erotic-writing/practice-wank-wednesday/


"I'm sure we're outta practice." Sandie sighed as Andy slouched on the sofa beside her. "Yeh, I'm def sure."

"What?" Andy replied. He was slouching cos of fatigue. Tiredness caused by so much shugging, which was their word for shagging or fucking. Shugging all night and when it was poss each day. Lunchtimes out of work. In his car. Sneakily in Sandie's work store. In the loo at McDonalds. Yeah, that last one added quickies to fast food foreplay.

Andy's eyes rolled. "How the fuck can you even think that, Sandie? It's not like we don't shug enough. You're fucking insatiable!"

Sandie's slender fingers were already making short work of Andy's belt and jeans. Pretty much instinctively he lifted his arse up to let her tug them down before he realised.

"What now?" Andy sighed. "Again? After last night?" No wait a minute, they'd had a quick shug before work. Sandie had got dressed and was checking herself on the mirror when Andy had jumped out of bed behind her. Despite her shouts of protest at him creasing her skirt, Andy had bent her over the dresser, pulled her knix to one side, and shoved himself into her cunny. Sandie was wet for him so he knew she didn't mind really. By the time Andy had got his knees inside Sandie's to pin her legs apart so she tottered on her high heels with each thrust of his cock, her cries of protest becomes sighs and moans of orgasm and her thighs were moving in motion with his. Against his. Bringing herself back on his cock as he rammed her cunny faster and deeper until his cum filled her needs. It brought a smile to his face until he realised Sandie remembered too, and her face lit up with knowing he knew she knew.

"Yeh, you were so totally not eager this morn, eh lover?" Sandie already had her hands inside his boxies and were playing with his cock so it got hard. "Besides you weren't round for lunch so you owe me a meal. One of your spesh protein shakes." And with that she poked his cock out of his boxies and made like it was a straw in a McDonalds milk shake. All thick so she had to suck real hard to get at the creamy goodness. 

Between gasps and yelps for mercy, which he knew he wasn't gonna get, Andy tried to speak. "I see... see... aahhh... you practice... mmm, oh fuck... enough at... ooohh god... at..." before his voice failed him and he was only able to pant fast as Sandie sucked him with all her might. 

And if you've ever practiced with a McDonalds milk shake then your bf is gonna get the shakes for real, ain't he?