st paddy's bra

a sneak peek at the bra i'm wearing today!

fiction poll

at the top of the page there's a poll which will be there for about 2 weeks. i want input, and here's a way to get it. i want to write some erotic fiction. main character will likely be based on me, but i want to add a little more than just stories of me fucking. don't worry, that will continue, but this is something extra for you to read and enjoy!
there are a couple of places where i ask you to be more specific in a comment. i don't know if you can comment there or not. if not, this is the place you should let me know what you want. if you've got more specific ideas than the choices given, let me know as well, though i might follow up that poll with another to get more specific.
the goal is to make this a serial story, with new chapters popping up whenever i finish them. most chapters will feature some kind of sex, but i won't guarantee they all will. i want to play with things like plot and story and such. lol! don't worry, i'll keep your interest! and if not, let me know, and i'll try something else.
hope to get as *much* from each of you as i can! fill my poll box and tell me what you want. then i can start putting out! ;)

party girl

my folks went out of town for a family wedding. I conveniently “had to work” so I couldn’t go. Neither could my little brother, Kevin, because of school. He’s 17 now, and with our parents out of town, of course he was going to throw a party! He begged and begged and begged for me to pull out for them and provide the booze. He didn’t need to beg. We agreed that I’d get them a little bit of beer to get started, then he’d start a collection at the party for more booze, and get as much money as he could. I’d show up later with a bunch of stuff, and he’d give me the money (which would by this time probably be more than what I paid)… any extra cash, we’d split. This worked out well.

plane ride

It was an early afternoon flight. I wore my usual travel outfit of tight jeans, with a white tank top under a light blue zip-up sweater, with comfortable shoes. We had an aisle and middle seat, and when Katie saw a 17ish year old guy in the window seat, she made me sit next to him. Which I didn’t mind at all. He was kinda geeky, but kinda cute too. He was reading a book with a dragon on the cover. I introduced myself, and he did the same, saying his name was andy. He lives in vegas, and was in abq for the weekend to visit his dad. My sweater was unzipped about halfway, and I soon noticed he kept sneaking looks at my cleavage. Meanwhile, Katie kept telling me to flirt with him. I didn’t need her encouragement. I flirt with anyone I sit next to on a plane.

a quick note

just wanted to drop one more quickie here before leaving this blog for the day.... i want everyone to know that i highly encourage comments! let me know what you think about everything that goes on here. i love feedback and will do my best to respond.

a gift

just a quick present for my early readers. enjoy!

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