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It is a wonderful place.
Lost, I am lost in his power, his power to strip stresses.
I am lost in his power to make me squirm, wiggle, buck my hips.
I am lost in his power to control my breathing, make it go fast, panting for air, slow it down.
How did his power to take away time, where did it go? Was time passing, I could not tell. I was so lost.
I am lost in this wonderful place where only giving and getting pleasure exists. It is the perfect place to get lost to.
I want to stay lost…

So, there’s a nasal spray aphrodisiac for woman that’s about to hit the market, some drug called PT-141.
Apparently it is a synthetic version of a sex hormone.
Well, it looks like some real help for women who’ve lost their sex drive in on the way.
I also looks like a new opportunity for the type of sexual predator who would use a date rape drug.

We’d been working together for month and we had a special weekend planned. He had such beautiful blue eyes, a dazzling smile and warm sense of humor. He looked quite husky in his clothes, almost overweight.
Ok, it wasn’t really beginning, we’d gone out the weekend before, dancing, talking, having a wonderful time until the sex. So a minute just doesn’t do, and he had only brought one condom. “I usually last much longer,” he lamented…
“Let me make it up to you,” he said. “Let me take you over night to Niagara Falls.”
So there we were, having a romantic dinner, enjoying each other’s company, and for me at least, truly wondering what the rest of the evening would bring.
We headed to our room by 9, and he began to play with me. And oh, how he played with me, getting me so hot, I was begging him to enter me. He was prepared this time, a box of 12 condoms. I took the condom from him, stoking him, teasing his cock against my breast, across my body before I playfully wrapped his hard, firm cock for the moment of truth… Adult Dating;

“We should have a theme party in your honor,” he said.

Well, that sounds special, a theme party just for me???

“Yeah,” he said, “we should have a make you squirt party!”

Oh, how special, as I feel a tightening and a longing come to life between my legs. A squirt party, a goal orientated make-me-squirt party. What an idea! Who’d have thought to have a party like that? This sounds way more exciting then say, a birthday party.

“I’ll make you squirt, I always make women squirt, and we can also invite M. He’s good at making women squirt,” he said confidently, “there will be 5 of us, 3m and 2f.”

Oh boy, a small, goal-oriented make-me-squirt party with two very skilled, determined men. M has some other things he has to get done, so he might be a bit late.

I’m so excited, and horny, and well, the need just grows waiting for the day.

And then the day comes. The longing in my body is driving me crazy. And planning… What shall I wear? The red dress? My boots? Red merry widow? Chain mail, maybe to a clinky dance as a teaser. Have to paint the nails bright red. Black stocking, I’ll wear some black stocking, I’m so excited getting ready.

Ding dong…

An Irish daughter had not been home for over five years. Upon her return, her father cursed her.

“Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn’t ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old mother thru?”

The girl, crying, replied, “Sniff, sniff…dad…I became a protitute…”

“Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You’re a disgrace to this Catholic family!”

“OK, dad…as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a $5 million savings certificate. For me little brother, this gold Rolex. And for ye daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that’s parked outside plus a membership to the country club…….(takes a breath)…..and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in the Riveria and …”

“Now what was that ye said ye had become?” says dad.

Girl, crying again, “Sniff, sniff…a prostitute daddy! Sniff, sniff.”

“Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Come here and give yer old dad a hug!”

An elderly Texas cowhand went to the local drug store and asked the pharmacist for the little blue Viagra pill.
The pharmacist asked, “How many?”
The cowboy replied, “Just a few…maybe a half a dozen…I cut each one into four pieces.”
The pharmacist said, “That’s too small a dose. That won’t get you through sex.”
The old cowboy said, “Oh, I’m past eighty years old, and I don’t even think about sex much anymore. I just want it to stick out far enough that I don’t pee on my new boots.