<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080</id><updated>2011-06-06T19:48:13.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Secrets</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures of him and her with special appearances by the 'Bunny'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107324061378522758</id><published>2004-01-04T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T13:23:52.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fear</title><content type='html'>i blog out of fear that blogspot will blow us up and we will lose our archives as we've been too lazy to move them over to indecentblogging.&lt;br /&gt;so, ta da! a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107324061378522758?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107324061378522758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107324061378522758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107324061378522758' title='fear'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107110955406834620</id><published>2003-12-10T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T21:26:06.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>well i would suggest heading on over to &lt;a href="http://indecentblogging.com/blog.php?user=naughtysecrets"&gt;http://indecentblogging.com/naughtysecrets&lt;/a&gt; from now on.  it's a bit boring to look at right now but trust me it's going to get a lot prettier ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107110955406834620?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107110955406834620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107110955406834620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110955406834620' title='update'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107109395048143908</id><published>2003-12-10T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:06:02.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slightly confused</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure where to blog!  we're pretty much up and running at indecentblogging.com, what with the boobie picture and all.&lt;br /&gt;people are popping by there and reading, commenting and signing up.  it's kinda cool.  we just need to work on our layout and such, get it all nice and pretty the way we want it.  in the process it's been quiet here while we play over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was jumped the other night.  as i said, j got home and we had to run out to do some stuff.  we had dinner while we were out and didn't get home until about 9.  there was a hungry jumping initiated by him.  apparently the pics were quite the turn on.  i've taken them of myself before to send to him but this time i got a little naughtier.  there were actual naughty bits included! complete with toys!  convincing me to let him post those will be impossible :P  i've given him explicit instructions as to the ones he can and can't share with the hundreds of people who read us each day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that we've just been exceptionally lovey lately, we're really into each other and can't seem to get enough of being together.  i'm so glad the holidays are coming up and we'll have oodles of time to spend together over the break.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107109395048143908?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107109395048143908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107109395048143908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109395048143908' title='slightly confused'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107093815615786249</id><published>2003-12-08T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T22:30:09.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*working* *working* *boobies* *droooooooool*</title><content type='html'>T was home sick today and decided that it would be a good idea to distract me with pictures.  Mission accomplished.  After the first batch I honestly couldn't have stood up if I tried.  I have the amazing hard-on from outer space.  I honestly wanted to start licking the screen.  It was all I could do to keep myself from excusing myself from the room, finding a dark corner and whacking my desires away.  Of course I couldn't have stood up anyway due to the hard on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is so getting fucked tonight.  I don't care how sick she is.  If she's well enough to send naughty pictures, she's well enough to get ravaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  You want to see a picture?  Go &lt;a href="http://www.indecentblogging.com/blog.php?user=naughtysecrets&amp;pg=15"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more pictures than that.  They're much much naughtier than that too.  One of them almost made me fall off my chair.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is much too shy to show those pictures.  Can you help me convince her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107093815615786249?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107093815615786249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107093815615786249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107093815615786249' title='*working* *working* *boobies* *droooooooool*'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107092213774343701</id><published>2003-12-08T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T17:22:29.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's funny what neo citron will make you do</title><content type='html'>so i eventually got bored of the internet and it's irritating habit of passing huge amounts of time and making me horny.  i decided to have a shower.  i tried to take my little waterproof toy with me but it seems to have finally died.  we have nothing else waterproof, a shopping trip will definitely occur in the near future.  so i just went in the shower.  shaved everything right and proper and let the steam work it's magic on my stuffy head.&lt;br /&gt;i got out and decided i would play for a bit in the bedroom.  then i got an even better idea.  i pulled out all my naughty little clothes that j complains he doesn't get to see anymore.  i got all dressed up and playful and took picture after picture of myself in interesting poses.  there was a costume change and eventually i got out the vibe, started playing and even took pictures of that.  then of course i sent them to my sweetie who is sitting at work bored as he just has to supervise people today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i'm in big trouble tonight.&lt;br /&gt;yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107092213774343701?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107092213774343701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107092213774343701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092213774343701' title='it&apos;s funny what neo citron will make you do'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107090643027665957</id><published>2003-12-08T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T13:04:17.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peskie flu shot</title><content type='html'>so mine's backfiring and here i am at home, stuffed up and sleepie.  of course the only natural thing to do it putter about on the internet!&lt;br /&gt;i've been catching up on eros, clicking on links like mad and getting quite turned on.  j's coming home late today and picking me up and we're off to run an errand i think it's going to be difficult to wait until after to jump him.  although he's already told me to 'go play', how naughtie that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite find of the morning was &lt;a href="http://mrs-x.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_mrs-x_archive.html#106969672595297069"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; little gem of a story.  perhaps i can work up my courage and try something similar.  j's more than happy to be my little test subject. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107090643027665957?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107090643027665957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107090643027665957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107090643027665957' title='peskie flu shot'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107084376247073990</id><published>2003-12-07T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T19:36:13.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>link for a friend</title><content type='html'>A friend of ours has started a new website for naughty blogging and he asked us to link to it.  The site is called &lt;a href="http://www.indecentblogging.com/"&gt;Indecent Blogging&lt;/a&gt;.  I put a link to it in the right...so...go, sign up, blog, have fun.  We're going to be moving out blog there one of these days when I get ambitious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107084376247073990?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107084376247073990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107084376247073990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107084376247073990' title='link for a friend'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107084312508578802</id><published>2003-12-07T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T19:25:36.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a very naughty weekend indeed</title><content type='html'>i believe it all started yesterday when j was playing with my pussy and i took his hand, brought it up to my mouth, sucked his finger for a few seconds to get it nice and wet, and placed it back on my clit.  a spontaneous little thing i didn't really think much of, but j started moaning and said how yummy it was.  then there was naughtiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had some errands to run, got up, j made his yummy special french toast i love and then we wandered out into the world.  we came back and i was making soup, watching tv, j was playing halo, suddenly a walk past each other for a little kiss turned into more.  we were all yummy and fooling around.  j licked my pussy and then jumped onto me.  we've been particularly smooshie towards each other this weekend, yet our play has been frantic and naughty.  we moved out to the computer and j sat down and i sat facing him and we had crazy office chair sex.  we moved back into bed for snuggles, which ended up being a nap for over an hour.  when we woke up i said we'd better get back to what we were doing, j agreed, got up on his knees, turned me and slid back into my pussy.  i was still soaked from earlier.  i wanted a big orgasm, i asked for one in fact.  i got the vibrator out of the box and asked if he'd like that in my ass vibrating while he was in my pussy.  apparently he didn't want the vibe having all the fun.  so out came some toys.  vibe in my pussy, cock in my ass and magic vibrating bunny on my clit.  &lt;br /&gt;it was a big orgasm.  he stopped before having his, i guess i'm in for it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it still hurts my brain that he can tell me he loves me and then have his cock in my ass a few minutes later *shrug*.  the important thing is he does :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107084312508578802?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107084312508578802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107084312508578802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107084312508578802' title='a very naughty weekend indeed'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107077726538166604</id><published>2003-12-07T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T01:07:56.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>naughty girl</title><content type='html'>T denies having become a naughty girl.  I'm not sure how she can still think that she's innocent in spite of my corrupting influence.  I tend to doubt her chasteness when she notes that it's been a while since I've fucked her ass, and demanding that I come in her ass while I'm fucking it.  I guess it's all perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107077726538166604?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107077726538166604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107077726538166604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107077726538166604' title='naughty girl'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107067323627965442</id><published>2003-12-05T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T20:14:07.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all tingle</title><content type='html'>isn't it weird how just a thought can make all your naughty bits tingle?&lt;br /&gt;i was driving home thinking random stuff when thoughts turned to j.  somehow they turned to sex as well.  i was thinking of that sweet moment when his cock slides inside my pussy and how amazing it feels.&lt;br /&gt;i got all tingly.&lt;br /&gt;yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107067323627965442?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107067323627965442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107067323627965442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107067323627965442' title='all tingle'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107049470608001887</id><published>2003-12-03T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T18:38:36.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i was a bad girl</title><content type='html'>last night, once again, attention was showered upon me in the form of an eager pussy licking, it was quite yummy.  eventually i told j to lie down and i got on top of him and had some fun.  i could tell he was plotting something evil and he mentioned wanting to be really naughty.  i wanted to cum first.  i grabbed our little rabbit friend and slid it between us.  j grabbed the control.  he turned it on and i started moaning and knew i was ready to cum within seconds.  i laid down on him and was busy nibbling his neck, biting his shoulder when suddenly it all stopped.  i jumped up and looked at him.  it was fairly dark but i could see the smirk, followed by his naughty little laugh.  we spent a few minutes with him turning it on, then off just as i was about to cum.  he was being a very bad boy.  i guess my moans of protest swayed him eventually and he left the vibrator on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a few seconds to recover and then i wanted to pay him back.  i started to move again, riding him.  i knew he wanted some naughty stuff and fully intended to let him have his way with me in that department but suddenly there was a change and he was moaning more.  i started riding him harder and unexpectedly he came.  it surprised both of us.  i think he was a little upset he missed out on the fun he wanted.  i was informed he was deciding between a blow job and, well something much naughtier *blush*  perhaps tonight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107049470608001887?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107049470608001887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107049470608001887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107049470608001887' title='i was a bad girl'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107041187313437144</id><published>2003-12-02T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T19:38:03.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a good lickin'</title><content type='html'>i got one!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to be going into the shower to shave and get beautiful but i was grabbed in the kitchen.  despite the raging hard on, i thought i had convinced him to let me go and we could play later.  yet when i got to the bedroom to take things off i was grabbed from behind and thrown down on the bed.  the nerve! :)&lt;br /&gt;there was lovin, there was licking, there were many many yummy orgasms.  i just felt like i could keep having little wave like ones forever.  my clit was huge.  j reached  for the bunny and put it on my clit while somehow still licking me.  i think i came in less than 10 seconds, no really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took many minutes before i could close my legs comfortably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107041187313437144?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107041187313437144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107041187313437144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107041187313437144' title='a good lickin&apos;'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107039130374860654</id><published>2003-12-02T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T13:55:13.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work thoughts</title><content type='html'>I've been enjoying reading &lt;a href="http://drlust.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; blog.  I love that they're so dedicated to each other and still have such good sex even after being married so long and kids.  It gives me something to shoot for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a while and T suggested that I write about what I'd like to do with her and then email it to her.  She, unfortuantly, can't check the blog while she's at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about last night's fun with the toys.  I started off innocent enough.  There was some pussy licking, teasing and some fucking, but then she got on top of me and had that look.  She told me that I made her hungry and she was grinding me with her hips.  We got out the box o'fun and I went through it, looking for the right toy for the moment.  I guess the problem you have when you have so many toys is you're not sure which one to settle on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on the butt plug and after lubing it up, started pushing it into her ass.  T was really into it.  I could feel the plug moving in and out of her ass while she pushed against it.  We hadn't done anything like this in quite a while, so it was all a huge turn-on.  The plug moving in and out of T's ass made me think of my cock in there thrusting away and that thought almost made me come.  I actually got so close to coming that I had to stop and take a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think about today, the feel of something slipping in and out of her ass.  Yum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107039130374860654?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107039130374860654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107039130374860654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107039130374860654' title='Work thoughts'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107032406079647183</id><published>2003-12-01T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:14:30.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a different lack</title><content type='html'>i realised we haven't really written many details lately.  mind you last week was a bad week for us and we didn't do anything for an entire week! i know!&lt;br /&gt;then i went away.  so last night there was much re acquainting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home, went in the shower (felt weird after 4+ hours in the car), and we had some naked time.  after talking for a while and catching up on our weekend things of course got frisky.  i believe it started with a blow job.  quickly turning into me mounting j since it had been so long.  isn't it crazy how sweet the first slide in can be? especially after a week, it felt like i could feel every little spot our skin was touching.  it all just felt so good it was like i was on overdrive.  i thought i was going to cum in the first 5 minutes but once we were past that i was just really really hungry for more.  we played for quite a while.  j ended up licking my pussy for quite a while, it was great, i was soaked.  i didn't have an orgasm but i was so incredibly wet, j was covered in wetness.  my clit was huge and my lips even ended getting a bit swollen, i was just so turned on.  finally he slid back in and i came a big huge orgasm.  he was playing his 'i don't want to cum yet' game, but i quickly convinced him otherwise.  after a week, minus one whack session, it was big for him too.  after snuggles we got up and i was standing there and i looked down and i could see our juices running down the insides of my thighs, it was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at bed time there was more love, nice and full of 'i love you's.  there will be more tonight, we've still got catching up to do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107032406079647183?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107032406079647183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107032406079647183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107032406079647183' title='a different lack'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107024525377779750</id><published>2003-11-30T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T21:21:03.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmm home</title><content type='html'>i'm home again.  and i'm loved.  in fact i've been loved once already and i'm about to be loved again.&lt;br /&gt;i missed j so much, it's kind of pathetic in a truly soppy way.  &lt;br /&gt;now for snuggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107024525377779750?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107024525377779750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107024525377779750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107024525377779750' title='mmmmm home'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107016397298402935</id><published>2003-11-29T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T22:46:22.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>far away</title><content type='html'>so yeah i'm . . . far away.  back in the city i went to uni in, seeing all the old friends and roomies.  only drawback is lack of naked time and snuggles.  i called j, he's drunk and out with friends.  i told him not to get too silly, i don't want him feeling like crap tomorrow.  it's been too long, i need some lovin'.  :)&lt;br /&gt;i need to feel him inside me again, oh and my lips around his cock, i'm craving that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107016397298402935?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107016397298402935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107016397298402935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107016397298402935' title='far away'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-107004420529956849</id><published>2003-11-28T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T13:30:14.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>much whacking</title><content type='html'>T has gone for the weekend.  There will be much whacking.   It will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a headache from lack of whacking.  I wonder if I could get away with whacking at work.  That should be a theme day.  "Whacking at work".  I'll send that to my union - put in a grievance that I need to whack at least twice a day.  Call it 'stress relief'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda doubt people would want to shake my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-107004420529956849?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107004420529956849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/107004420529956849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107004420529956849' title='much whacking'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106988860905380771</id><published>2003-11-26T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T19:01:11.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the lack</title><content type='html'>there has been one.  &lt;br /&gt;i suppose that should be changed.  &lt;br /&gt;there should be entries! &lt;br /&gt;and well we all know what makes those . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106988860905380771?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106988860905380771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106988860905380771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106988860905380771' title='the lack'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106972856424744888</id><published>2003-11-24T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:49:32.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday take two</title><content type='html'>we left this one out it appears, and yet it's so worthy of a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played, i don't remember specifics right now but it was another spontaneous crazy middle of the afternoon things that led to bed.  the bunny was brought out and we played with it quite a bit.  i held it on my clit while j was inside me, and licking me and such.  i came a whole bunch of times.  i don't even know how many.  it was just these crazy waves that kept on coming.  usually i throw that little bunny away when it gets too much but i held it there and it just got better and better.  finally i couldn't take it anymore, i tossed it away,  i told j to cum and he did so happily.  after we laid there cuddling a bit we noticed a wet spot on the bed.  well, not really a wet spot but more of an actual puddle.  i had left a significant puddle.  i doubted it was me but when i flipped over onto my tummy sure enough, my ass was all wet too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy a bunny my friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106972856424744888?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106972856424744888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106972856424744888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106972856424744888' title='sunday take two'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106969106089392673</id><published>2003-11-24T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T11:24:28.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a clitor-what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/teens/girls/sexandbody/bodyfiles/clitoris.shtml"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; made me laugh.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.wild-heart.net"&gt;wild-heart.net&lt;/a&gt; for the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106969106089392673?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106969106089392673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106969106089392673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969106089392673' title='a clitor-what?'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106969067822942725</id><published>2003-11-24T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T11:19:27.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sex not sleep</title><content type='html'>Last night we got a little lovin' done for the 3rd(!) time of the day.  We were laying in bed going through the bedtime routine (cuddling, kissing and rubbing) when T asked me if we were 'going to get it on' (or something to that effect).  I answered her by first rubbing her pussy, then licking her clit.  She told me I spoil her, which is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes  and two position changes later, T was coming.  She had the bunny against her clit and I was fucking her from behind while she was laying on her belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at the clock and it was waaaay past our bedtime, so I'm a little sleepy today.  T should ask me a little earlier tonight if we're 'going to get it on' (or something to that effect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we were talking about how I like the smell of her pussy.  There's been more than once where I've gone to work smelling like her.  It drives me crazy.  There was one day in the summer where I had to come home from work to grab something, T was off that day, that I went back with my face covered in her pussy.  I have no idea how nobody noticed.  I went home that night and had to have my way with her as soon as I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have a bit of time this morning licking and playing so that I could go to work smelling good, but alas, there wasn't enough time.  Sadly, we slept in and didn't get the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106969067822942725?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106969067822942725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106969067822942725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969067822942725' title='sex not sleep'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106964142276107668</id><published>2003-11-23T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:37:10.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i was attacked</title><content type='html'>j came over to me, i had been sitting doing some work.  i stood up to shower him with kisses.  we got kissing, i reached down and felt his cock . . . once.  i honestly don't even realise i'm doing it sometimes.  he said something about how i couldn't just 'initiate launch sequence' casually like that.  i giggled and said we'd have fun later.  suddenly i was thrown backwards onto the futon that serves as a pathetic substitute for a couch.  my feet where up in the air from being thrown back and j yanked off my comfy pants, jumped down and started licking me.  i was wet quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pulled down his pants and jumped down on me.  within seconds we went from standing there kissing to going at it on the futon.  it was squeaking like crazy, i honestly don't know how it held together.  we played with him on top for a while, it was just so nice, spontaneous and unexpected and yummy.  there was much kissing and feeling good.  then i told him to sit down.  i straddled him and we had some more fun.  we hadn't done it sitting up like that in a while.  our last escapades on the futon were during the beginning of our ass play phase and it was a favourite for use with the plug.  today it was just us and our own magic.  i had a huge amazing orgasm and j had one shortly after.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's even been more since and it's only 9:30! what will the rest of the night bring i wonder . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106964142276107668?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106964142276107668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106964142276107668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106964142276107668' title='i was attacked'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106951513067413509</id><published>2003-11-22T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T10:32:18.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a narrow miss</title><content type='html'>this morning i woke up early and j had a really crummy sleep last night so i left him in bed.  i came out, checked email, had some juice, generally puttered about.  he came out and got some belly rubs and then i followed him back to bed for some snuggles.  we were touching and kissing.  i kind of had it in my head to finish watching lord of the rings, the two towers, we stopped last night and paused it.  practically right before the big battles!! they're at helms deep and everything! sorry geek moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to this morning, we were being sabotaged.  my cat kept jumping up on the bed with us, that weird's j out.  he moved and his hand punched me in the eye.  i mentioned maybe we should just watch the movie and try later.  he went down and was licking my pussy, i went to move my leg and hit him in the chin with my big toe.  nothing was going right.  we persisted and eventually got out our little friend the bunny.  i was riding j while the bunny was frantically vibrating on my clit between us.  eventually i shuddered and had to say "move it away, move it!", that little toy is sooo intense.  i recovered and j climbed up, put my legs on his shoulders and was thrusting into me deeply.  i was clenching my muscles in this wave like way i like to do when he's inside me.  he came pretty soon as well.  we laughed about it all and how we ended up conquering all the  barriers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i'm going out with a friend.  j's spending the day with his cousin.  &lt;br /&gt;he's already promised to be in bed naked waiting for me.  yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106951513067413509?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106951513067413509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106951513067413509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106951513067413509' title='a narrow miss'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106945778917042025</id><published>2003-11-21T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T18:45:36.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my unpure glory</title><content type='html'>j's is much worse :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table width="350" style="margin: 5px; border: 1px solid #FF0000; padding: 5px; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #ffccff; font: 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your &lt;A href="http://www.theferrett.com/purity"&gt;Ultimate Purity Score&lt;/a&gt; Is... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #FF0000; border-bottom-style: solid;" width="125"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #FF0000; border-bottom-style: solid;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Score&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 4px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: #FF0000; border-bottom-style: solid;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Average&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Self-Lovin'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;63.3%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Explored the pleasures of the flesh&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold"&gt;65.1%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr &gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Shamelessness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;64.3%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;It takes a couple of drinks&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold"&gt;79.3%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Sex Drive&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;57.9%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;A fool for love, but not always&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold"&gt;77.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Straightness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.8%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knows the other body type like a map&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold"&gt;45.1%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: #ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Gayness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;98.2%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Repressed, are we?&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;"&gt;83.3%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;" width="125"&gt;Fucking Sick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;78.8%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Refreshingly normal&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top; font-weight: bold;"&gt;89.9%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="background-color: #ffffcc; vertical-align: top; font: 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td colspan="3" style="vertical-align: top; font: 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; font-weight: bold; padding: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;You are 60.36% pure&lt;br&gt;Average Score: 72.6%&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theferrett.com/purity"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take The Ultimate Purity Test&lt;br&gt;and see how you match up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106945778917042025?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106945778917042025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106945778917042025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106945778917042025' title='my unpure glory'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106944816166886046</id><published>2003-11-21T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:56:08.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slightly soppy</title><content type='html'>I was watching T today and i was thinking about how happy I was with her around.  We haven't been together that long now in the grand scheme of things (less than a year, bigger than a breadbox), but we've just clicked on so many things.  It's like I've found the exact person I'm meant to be with.  I miss her during the day - we had lunch together and I was willing to sacrifice my prime parking spot at work to see her for an hour.  It's home time now, and I'm going to pick her up, kiss her and tell her I missed her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106944816166886046?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106944816166886046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106944816166886046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106944816166886046' title='slightly soppy'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106944763228926184</id><published>2003-11-21T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:47:19.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>later fun</title><content type='html'>It's been a long week - I think we both need the time to relax and enjoy each other's company.  We have a few movies waiting for us at home.  I'm thinking it would be fun to stretch out on the couch and have some good old fashioned naked time.  We can watch our movie - take appropriate breaks and cuddle under the blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I think we both could use a little relaxation time - perhaps some massages - T got a nice massage last night - I could use one tonight and I'm sure she could use another.  After that we can retire to the bedroom for a little fun of our own.  Maybe we can finally play the game where nothing is allowed in her pussy.  That's got the brain thinking, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106944763228926184?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106944763228926184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106944763228926184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106944763228926184' title='later fun'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106938086453313293</id><published>2003-11-20T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:14:31.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the revival</title><content type='html'>'grumpy'? he's been a big grizzly bear! growling and acting like he's been woken up from hibernation too early!&lt;br /&gt;today i was on my way home, dreading it a bit since j's been grumpy.  my cell rang.  he was out and going to get a hair cut and some dinner.  i said 'oh'.  'where are you?' he asked.  'just turning onto our street, i'll go home and wait for you to get back' i replied.  'i'll be there in 2 minutes' he said.  he picked me up, we drove to swiss chalet and when he parked he kissed me all sweetly and yummy and said he wasn't grumpy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner, both got hair cuts and now we're dying each others hair.  it's really a bonding night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course there will be a jumping later he says.  guess i'll just have to work extra hard to make it all worth him blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the notes and emails everyone! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106938086453313293?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106938086453313293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106938086453313293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106938086453313293' title='the revival'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106937935941337968</id><published>2003-11-20T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T20:49:26.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thank-you blow job</title><content type='html'>I cleaned the floors, vacuumed, took out the trash, did the dishes and put away the laundry.  My thank you?  A blow job.  I need to go get it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106937935941337968?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106937935941337968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106937935941337968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937935941337968' title='thank-you blow job'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106929577637383563</id><published>2003-11-19T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:36:23.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow motion</title><content type='html'>Awl-right - I'll give it another shot.  I was having lots of fun and naughtyness with the blog, so it's worth another try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed T the last couple of nights - she's been busy working and I've been kinda grumpy and keeping to myself.  I'm not sure why I've been grumpy - could just be the crappy weather - I don't remember the last time I saw the sun (I honestly don't! - it's rained since...umm...at least the weekend).  It could just be the start of the winter blahs.  I think I might just need a roll between the sheets with my favourite girl (guess).  I'll be sure to report the results!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106929577637383563?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106929577637383563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106929577637383563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929577637383563' title='Slow motion'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106921077181774465</id><published>2003-11-18T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T22:06:35.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pause</title><content type='html'>this wasn't supposed to be a solo endeavour.  j isn't up for writing since we were discovered by someone who knows me in real life.  i'm losing momentum without him.  this was for us.  i love reading what he writes.  i've been hoping for naughty 'what i'm going to do to her later' type posts from him since he started his new job.  he likes reading what i write.  i like knowing people read this, even if it is someone who knows me, that kind of makes is naughtier to me.  but the party's no fun with just one.  i think i'll take my ball home for a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106921077181774465?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106921077181774465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106921077181774465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921077181774465' title='pause'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106919053797904275</id><published>2003-11-18T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T16:22:24.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the cutest sex toy</title><content type='html'>this little bunny sex toy we bought it pretty cute.  it's a cock ring with this attachment part that's really one of those little bullets but it has this cover and it's a little bunny rabbit.  we got the blue one, j said we couldn't have the pink one.  while it has a little dial to turn it seems to only have an on or off setting.  anyhow, when you turn it on the bunny's little ears wiggle.  it's way to silly.  we lay there holding it and turning it on and off laughing at the little ears go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a serious note it's a very effective sex toy.  we've used it more on it's own than in the cock ring.  if you don't already own a bullet like thingie go get one.  placing it between you while having sex is just amazing.  i don't think i've lasted over a minute with that naughty little bunny on my clit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106919053797904275?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106919053797904275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106919053797904275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919053797904275' title='the cutest sex toy'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106911915769825552</id><published>2003-11-17T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T20:32:43.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last night</title><content type='html'>it was pleasantly unexpected.  we went to bed and j told me i was in charge.  i don't think i'm any good at it.  i tied j up with the fuzzy leg clamps we have but on his wrists.  the handcuffs won't fit around his wrists.  i blindfolded him and turned out the light for good measure.  it was really really dark.  i tried to open the blinds to let in some moonlight and almost knocked our lamp over in the process, there were giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kissed him up and down, nibbled all along his thighs, ran my mouth over his cock and balls making sure he felt my breath but nothing else.  eventually i climbed on top of him and started riding him.  he likes to touch though and i ended up setting his hands free so they could roam.  i asked him what he wanted and he ran his finger across my mouth, i think he also said "suck me" but i was already on my way, i rarely wait to be invited :)  i sucked him and played with him until he came in my mouth.  it was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laid there snuggling and kissing.  something about the was he was kissing me made me reach down and start stroking him.  he says that's what stated it the second time, i say his kisses were transmitting a hidden message.  he was hard pretty fast, strange since it had only been about 10 minutes since he came in my mouth.  he asked for a toy from the box, which was at the foot of the bed on the chest that's there.  i climbed down the bed on my hands and knees to get one and suddenly i was taken from behind in a very fun way.  my pussy was so wet by then he just slid right in.  it was so nice.  i've never come like that so i reached into the box and grabbed the little bunny toy we bought.  moments later i was spasming around him.  he says he could really feel it.  guess that happens when he's feeling it from my pussy with his cock and my ass with his finger *blush*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106911915769825552?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106911915769825552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106911915769825552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911915769825552' title='last night'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106910761651189515</id><published>2003-11-17T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:20:22.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>naughty confession</title><content type='html'>i'm turned on by seeing how many people read the site.  it's naughty to me to know you all know what we've done.  comments are cool too.&lt;br /&gt;i read the comment  by&lt;a href="http://marriedandconfused.blogspot.com/"&gt; married and confused&lt;/a&gt;, when to his site to check out his list of 50 things.  that turned me on too.  i've got work to do here at home tonight, i brought a bit bag of it home to try and get it all done.  i want to abandon it all and just drag j to bed :(&lt;br /&gt;guess i can wait a few hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106910761651189515?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106910761651189515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106910761651189515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106910761651189515' title='naughty confession'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106903138753878431</id><published>2003-11-16T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:09:53.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new game</title><content type='html'>i've never really understood it when j brings himself super close to cumming and then backs off.  he'll do this a few times before he'll finally let himself cum.  sometimes he leaves it and waits until the next time we have sex.  the few times he's tried to do that to me we've caved in and just let ourselves go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finished the last post j walked back into the apartment from putting in some laundry.  he came over and we started kissing and he said he was going to take me to the bedroom for the next few hours.  we got in there and there were mushie kisses.  we were touching and kissing a lot.  he slid right into me easily since i was already wet.  him on top, me on top, him again.  we were having fun.  i was so near to cumming a few times and he was teasing me with it, he'd stop moving and tell me no.  in my experience it's never paid off to pass by the chance at an orgasm, i usually have trouble getting back there, until now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was on top inside me.  "i think you should lick me" i said, hoping to get off that way.  he went down and started licking.  i had meant for us to have mushie sex, tender and loving.  he was licking and sucking me and fucking me with his fingers.  it was driving me crazy.  again i was getting so close to cumming and then it would go away again.  finally i started bucking and thrusting into his hand as he was playing with me and licking away.  i came in this huge back arching, muscle spasm way. j said it was the biggest he's ever seen from me.  i think it might have been the biggest ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laid there panting afterwards.  i was all swollen from our play, it was almost an hour.  i was all tingly and absolutely soaking wet.  j swears he felt me squirt something and it hit his hand.  i think we may have stumbled onto something good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106903138753878431?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106903138753878431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106903138753878431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903138753878431' title='a new game'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106903233832636772</id><published>2003-11-16T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:25:44.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some weekend magic</title><content type='html'>T doesn't understand how I can not make myself come.  I think it's the closest I'll ever get to multiple orgasms.  I can bring myself right to the edge of an orgasm, then back off completely and not release.  I can do this as many times as I want.  I think this weekend I did it 4 or 5 times during one session.  I'm not depriving myself, I'm actually being quite greedy for wanting more.  Anyway, T shouldn't complain.  Me lasting longer makes for more orgasms for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blow job in the car was yummy.  I love doing naughty stuff in places where you can get caught.  I think I'm a bit of an exhibitionist.  Our excursion to the storage locker was a definite top 5. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love when T grabs me and has her way with me out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this weekend we took ALL of our toys on our trip.  We bought batteries so all of our toys will work.  Now that's an important key to our Saturday afternoon activities.  I don't remember very much of what happened, but at one point I had the vibrating butt plug in her ass, the rabbit vibe on her clit and the jelly vibe in her pussy.  There was much orgasming and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside was that the sauna had a window and we couldn't fool around in there.  The other couple in there didn't look up for some fun either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106903233832636772?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106903233832636772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106903233832636772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903233832636772' title='Some weekend magic'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106902413911580329</id><published>2003-11-16T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T18:09:05.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another first</title><content type='html'>so on the way home, after stopping for dinner and making sure it got a little darker, i was rubbing j's hand and i took it up to my mouth to kiss and then i suggestively licked and sucked his thumb.  he looked over surprised.  i held the wheel and steered the car while he undid his pants and pulled out his already hard cock.  i put my head down and sucked and licked him.  it was hard in the car since i couldn't really touch anything else and it was a bit awkward but loads of fun.  i didn't think he could manage driving 130 kms an hour on the highway while receiving a blow job.  i played with that for a bit, we figured he might not be so safe if he came.  we spent the rest of the ride kissing and touching anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got home our landlord was outside fixing a burnt out light.  we pulled up and saw the garage door open and him out there and j said "my pants are still undone".  we had to sit in the car for a few moments while he buttoned and buckled up pretending to be organizing our things.  i need to go jump him now.&lt;br /&gt;there's more stories about the weekend to come. :) fun was had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106902413911580329?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106902413911580329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106902413911580329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106902413911580329' title='another first'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106886935032943386</id><published>2003-11-14T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T23:09:16.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>worth every penny</title><content type='html'>So, I had the vibrating cock ring on...T lasted all of 30 seconds and had a shuddering orgasm and couldn't go on.  One toy down, many to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106886935032943386?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106886935032943386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106886935032943386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106886935032943386' title='worth every penny'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106886581951921761</id><published>2003-11-14T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T22:10:25.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"batteries not included"</title><content type='html'>We need more batteries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106886581951921761?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106886581951921761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106886581951921761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106886581951921761' title='&quot;batteries not included&quot;'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106886489277626831</id><published>2003-11-14T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T21:55:07.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything about sex</title><content type='html'>We just got back from the &lt;a href="http://www.everythingtodowithsex.com/"&gt;Everything to do with Sex&lt;/a&gt; show.  We were there for about 3 hours.  Apparently Ron Jeremy was there, but I couldn't find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really interesting to see the people there.  There were all kinds of different types of people.  From younger couples and singles buying their first vibrators, to people on the swingers circuit.  It was great to see all of those people together, nobody was embaressed, they were all there for a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our toy collection has doubled in size today.  We got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A wireless Alien vibrator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;vibrating butt plug&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;vibrating cock ring (notice a pattern)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;flavoured lube (not a gross flavour either)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;fuzzy leg cuffs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;jelly anal beads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.  Using this stuff is gonna be fun.  I can't wait to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did anyone else go? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going away tomorrow morning.  I'll make sure to pack lots of toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106886489277626831?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106886489277626831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106886489277626831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106886489277626831' title='Everything about sex'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106877640105052581</id><published>2003-11-13T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T21:20:06.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>due for punishment</title><content type='html'>so j's been bad and hasn't been blogging as much as i have.  he sits bored all day at work and didn't even take time to write about last night's naughtiness.  &lt;br /&gt;i believe he will have to pay . . . dearly.  let the torturing begin ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106877640105052581?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106877640105052581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106877640105052581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877640105052581' title='due for punishment'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106868578696134244</id><published>2003-11-12T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T20:09:52.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the need for more exploring</title><content type='html'>no that wasn't the first time j did naughty things with his bum.  apparenlty he had tried before with, . . . shall we say pleasently explosive results?  i wasn't sure how keen he was on having something bigger than my finger in there.  i guess he's keen and i'm keen on playing with it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been as naughty as i am now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked this &lt;a href="http://www.naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_naughtysecrets_archive.html#106626607028074678"&gt;'ex' question&lt;/a&gt; before and people had comments and suggestions but i think &lt;a href="  http://www.emandlo.com/advice/index.php?archive=2003-10-15"&gt;em and lo&lt;/a&gt; have got a pretty good answer, provided you don't suspect any naughty business is going on between your significant other and their ex.  just an interesting take on it for anyone in that boat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106868578696134244?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106868578696134244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106868578696134244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106868578696134244' title='the need for more exploring'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106859992233725224</id><published>2003-11-11T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:18:47.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>omission</title><content type='html'>i just read j's post and noted he left out an interesting little tid bit.  since it was a first and all i thought it worthy of mentioning.  &lt;br /&gt;now where did that peskie little butt plug go once it fell out?&lt;br /&gt; if his cock was in my ass . . . who's ass do you suppose the plug ended up in?  i'll let you guess.  but only once! :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106859992233725224?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106859992233725224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106859992233725224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859992233725224' title='omission'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106859453395473125</id><published>2003-11-11T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:48:58.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy story</title><content type='html'>Last night was lots of fun.  It was naughty dirty goodness.  We finally got around to fulfilling my desire in &lt;a href="http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_naughtysecrets_archive.html#106708508412355310"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided early on to not put anything into T's pussy.  I'd wanted to play with her, not let her come until I was ready to let it happen.  I started licking her pussy, focusing on her clit.  I licked her pussy until she was very wet, then I got out the toys.  I lubed up the plug and put it into her ass slowly.  It went in with no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to licking T's pussy and clit and she started writhing around on the bed like she was ready to come.  I teased her.  Every time she started moaning louder and thrashed around harder, I would stop licking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were all slick from the lube, so I gave her the vibe and went to wash them off.  I left her with strict instructions not to put it into her pussy.  When I came back, she had been a good girl and was playing with the vibe against her clit.  She showed me a new trick that she tried out when I was away.  T turned up the vibe and put it against the butt plug.  It made her whole pussy vibrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it - I had to know what that felt like.  I got up and put my hard cock in her pussy.  It felt amazing - it was like her body was vibrating along with the toy.  T thought it felt good too.  She came seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't anywhere close and I wanted to have some more fun with her.  I mentioned that I still wanted to fuck her ass and she giggled the way she giggles when she thinks something is naughty, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plug had fallen out of her ass.  I grabbed the lube and put it on myself.  I put it on my cock and pushed it against her ass, then worked it in.  It went in very easily.  I wanted her to come again, so I put the vibe against her clit and started fucking her.  It was very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take me long to come after that.  I could feel the vibe on my cock and it was driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very yummy night.  I can't wait to do it again.  We're going away this weekend.  I'll have to make sure that I bring the toys with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106859453395473125?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106859453395473125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106859453395473125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859453395473125' title='Toy story'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106851007545262452</id><published>2003-11-10T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:21:20.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and now the names will change to protect the not so innocent</title><content type='html'>due to recent events hitting 'too close to home' there has been some apprehension here about blogging.  it is apparently very easy to find us if you put your mind to it.  this is freaking my other half out.  therefore, only our most loyal followers from our humble beginnings will know our names as that information will disappear from the site shortly.  hopefully j will overcome his write-a-phobia shortly and post entries of smut and naughtiness.  let's all encourage him in our own special ways ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106851007545262452?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106851007545262452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106851007545262452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851007545262452' title='and now the names will change to protect the not so innocent'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106850963225660998</id><published>2003-11-10T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:13:56.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't blogged in a while...</title><content type='html'>T said I had to blog before I could drag her into the bedroom and fuck her brains out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now for the fucking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106850963225660998?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106850963225660998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106850963225660998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106850963225660998' title='I haven&apos;t blogged in a while...'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106846690028666641</id><published>2003-11-10T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:23:06.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another chapter unread</title><content type='html'>we were in bed reading when j left to do something.  i was laying there still reading when he came back in, grabbed the blankie and yanked it off me and started licking my pussy.  i hadn't even closed my book yet it all happened so fast.  i am so spoiled.  we didn't play a game or anything after all it was just nice good clean fun.  by the time he climbed up and slid into me my clit was so big and hard it didn't take long for me to be shuddering and making noise once again.  &lt;br /&gt;three times in one day ? yep, spoiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106846690028666641?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106846690028666641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106846690028666641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106846690028666641' title='another chapter unread'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106841760844115018</id><published>2003-11-09T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:23:53.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twice in 45 mins!</title><content type='html'>i know! it's craziness.&lt;br /&gt;i know where the first one came from.  i started it, kissing, touching, being led to the bedroom.  there was playing, there was feeling, there was jumping.  j got on top of me and was nicely and slowly pushing in and out.  it was so nice.  i was overcome with a little wave of pleasure, then another, finally i was downright gripped by a big huge orgasm.  apparently i was very loud.  i had a very hard time having him inside me until he came too.  i think i barked an order at him. i'm so bossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were lying there talking, snuggling and generally being silly.  suddenly j started kissing me with kisses that to me were more than just kisses.  i reached down and started playing with him.  i love the way he feels, the skin is so soft and smooth.  i can never decide what i want to do.  i want to grab his cock, i want to lick his balls, i was to suck on it all and at the same time i want him inside me.  decisions, decisions.  he pulled me on top of him and i was slowly riding him.  it felt really good, i was still a bit tingly from the first time.  he reached for the toy box and got a surprise for me.  i lasted about 30 seconds after that.  something about double penetration that does it every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently later we're going to play a game.  we're going to decide on something we CAN'T do.  i may suggest nothing enters my pussy.  i think that could make for an interesting and inventive evening :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106841760844115018?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106841760844115018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106841760844115018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106841760844115018' title='twice in 45 mins!'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106840952898391646</id><published>2003-11-09T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:49:48.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the ex factor</title><content type='html'>so it appears my fear of someone finding my blog has come true.  we were going to make up names but realized how weird that would be to write and constantly remember to use them.  i mentioned we had one to my ex, a geek extraordinaire, who of course worked his 31337 H4&gt;&lt;0r1ng 5k1llZ and found it.  *sigh*  then i got an email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you google for T*** and J***, you get, well.. Just see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to read you've loosened up about all that, I guess it just took the&lt;br /&gt;right person.   Although I think I'll refrain from stumbling across that&lt;br /&gt;blog again.. A tad too vivid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106840952898391646?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106840952898391646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106840952898391646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106840952898391646' title='the ex factor'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106841058977963565</id><published>2003-11-09T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T15:43:13.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovered?</title><content type='html'>A big shout out to everyone who knows us and found the site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106841058977963565?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106841058977963565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106841058977963565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106841058977963565' title='Discovered?'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106831303447316540</id><published>2003-11-08T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T12:37:18.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>silly</title><content type='html'>things not to do with your sexy paraphernalia, &lt;a href="http://www.chryslermdff.com/qualifying2002.asp#"&gt;lunch&lt;/a&gt;.  i worry about how many times he had to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106831303447316540?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106831303447316540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106831303447316540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106831303447316540' title='silly'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106830841329350016</id><published>2003-11-08T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T11:20:17.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no, not me</title><content type='html'>i'm against morning sex, especially on work days.  i'm all about it on the weekend though.  it's nice to lay there and just flop after and not have to go anywhere.  during the week it makes me sleepier, all dopey when i'm up and there's a chance of grumpiness.  i'm too busy thinking about how much i'm going to have to rush, my brain is all set for the mission of getting out of the house on time, it's not prepared for yummy sex.  i like to hit snooze and get up at the last possible moment.  i hate if anything wakes me up before the scheduled alarm clock time. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;weekends however, are fair game :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106830841329350016?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106830841329350016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106830841329350016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106830841329350016' title='oh no, not me'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106824109751477223</id><published>2003-11-07T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T16:38:21.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ditzy from the hot lovin'</title><content type='html'>yeah so i leave this morning, all rushie because i was jumped.  when i got outside my car was all frosted up.  so i rolled down my driver door window, used my washer fluid to help the front clear and started to pull out of the driveway despite not having a totally clear view.  now see there's this big rock on the corner of our front yard.  i guess because we're on a turn in the road it's there to stop people from cutting the corner across our lawn.  so i pull back a bit, start to go forward to leave for work and turns out i didn't pull back enough, *scccrrrraaaappppe* the side of my car goes against the big rock.  i kept going because i was late and i didn't want to chance a neighbour or our landlords coming out to see what the big noise was about!  i stopped just up the street to get out and check.  turns out it's mostly just chalkie lines from the rock that rub off pretty easily.  &lt;br /&gt;i'm such a moron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106824109751477223?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106824109751477223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106824109751477223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824109751477223' title='ditzy from the hot lovin&apos;'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106823160861565602</id><published>2003-11-07T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:34:56.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A jumping was administered</title><content type='html'>We went to see the Matrix last night.  So very good, with the shooting and the blowing up and the shiney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home kinda late and I wasn't really in the mood for sex (I know!) so we just cuddled for a while then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a huge hard on and something had to be done.  T was laying on her belly so I started rubbing her pussy from behind.  About 10 seconds later she was completely wet and we were off to the races.  Now, normally I'm all about the foreplay.  I love licking Tara's pussy, teasing and rubbing her, but I we were in a hurry this morning.  I ended up fucking her rather quickly and she was late leaving for work.  So, good news is...I owe her an orgasm when she gets home.  The bad news is...well - there's really isn't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still ended up having some quality cuddles and I'm sure there will be more of that this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quickly becoming a fan of morning sex.  It certainly gets your day off to a good start, but I'm quite sleepy now.  I could really go for a nap right about now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106823160861565602?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106823160861565602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106823160861565602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106823160861565602' title='A jumping was administered'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106813938374843263</id><published>2003-11-06T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:35:59.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a jumping in the works</title><content type='html'>I haven't jumped T in the last two days.  That's something that has to end tonight.  I haven't even whacked in the last two days.  That in itself was hard to accomplish.  This morning after T left, I was laying in bed with a nice big hard on.  I was good and I'll wait for T later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the Matrix tonight.  Our hooky plans were foiled by a workshop that T had to go to yesterday.  Stupid work - gets in the way of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is coming straight home after work - but I don't think I'll jump her then.  We just won't have enough time to properly play.  I'll wait till we get home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we'll do anything crazy - just some gettin' to know you again sex.  Two days is a long time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106813938374843263?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106813938374843263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106813938374843263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106813938374843263' title='a jumping in the works'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106812149267908285</id><published>2003-11-06T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T07:24:56.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a reminder</title><content type='html'>he's my neo&lt;br /&gt;i think he may have forgotten &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i'm not very trinity like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my tom servo?&lt;br /&gt;no not quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my zim!&lt;br /&gt;i am definately his gir&lt;br /&gt;i love you master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's enough geekiness first thing in the morning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106812149267908285?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106812149267908285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106812149267908285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106812149267908285' title='a reminder'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106799312811835771</id><published>2003-11-04T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T20:07:59.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>buyer beware</title><content type='html'>i was catching up on my &lt;a href="http://marriedbutlonely.diary-x.com/"&gt;married but lonely&lt;/a&gt; and he pointed out this &lt;a href="http://www.chryslermdff.com/qualifying2002.asp#"&gt;little movie site&lt;/a&gt;.  'the parlor' is the interesting one, as we are all obviously online junkies :) luckily my experiences have been positive.   i found 'whoa' to be pretty cool.  'my chorus' teehee!  beware of 'in life we soar' *shudder*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106799312811835771?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106799312811835771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106799312811835771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106799312811835771' title='buyer beware'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106798408661830620</id><published>2003-11-04T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:24:30.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i beat him!</title><content type='html'>so i'm home before j, a rarity since he only works 1.5 days a week.  he's starting a new job next week and is out getting a feel for it today.  i'm debating slipping into something naughty and waiting for him.  but i'm also pretty darn excited about having the place to myself.  maybe i'll just lounge in my robe since that's both comfortable and easy to throw off when he walks in . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106798408661830620?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106798408661830620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106798408661830620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106798408661830620' title='i beat him!'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106791363459910988</id><published>2003-11-03T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:25:29.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moist</title><content type='html'>j wonders how i my pussy is so incredibly wet all the time.  i try to tell him it's hard not to be since we seem to constantly be in some state of sexual activity.  like today for instance, we had sex this morning and sex just a few hours ago.  i'm wearing my jammie top thing and i'm still soaked.  i complained to him and he said he'd do something about it.  i'm not sure how that will help, i suspect i'll end up even wetter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106791363459910988?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106791363459910988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106791363459910988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106791363459910988' title='moist'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106790726073108678</id><published>2003-11-03T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:27:45.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another postcard</title><content type='html'>so it never ceases to amaze me how easy it is to excite and arouse j's penis.  we were watching tv all snuggily when i noticed a small hole in his boxers.  the urge to put my finger in and tear them off was great.  but i didn't.  instead i just put my finger against the hole and asked him if he could feel the skin on skin.  apparently he could.  i shrugged and went back to watching tv.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure how long he sat there with that 'what the . . .?!?!?!' look on his face but it was there when i next looked over.  'you can't just do that!' i was informed by him and his raging hard on.  as punishment i was dragged into the bedroom, thrown down, undressed and suitable jumped.  of course i offered to take over when he was tired which coincidently was right that moment so i got to do some riding.  we put the vibe between us and i came rather quickly.  then that naughty little j requested the new found maneuver we have and i pushed the vibe against him just under his balls while i fucked him til he came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'll teach him to wear underwear with holes in them! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106790726073108678?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106790726073108678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106790726073108678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106790726073108678' title='another postcard'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106788527774650002</id><published>2003-11-03T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:27:15.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>theme music</title><content type='html'>so lately our upstairs dwelling landlords have been home and using the room directly above our bedroom when we've been playing.  the last few nights we've had to put on music just to make sure they don't hear our fun.  i'm all for the electronic, techno-y, instrumental stuff for making out and more.  j created a quick playlist while i was tied up the other night while i yelled out suggestions.  the list become a mix of ladytron, garbage, poe, portishead, nine inch nails, run lola run soundtrack, propeller heads, and other random soundtracks.  the only problem is then you start to associate the music with that.  so now i'll be horny every time i'm sitting around listening to some of it.  so what's your sex music? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106788527774650002?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106788527774650002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106788527774650002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106788527774650002' title='theme music'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106786684255715671</id><published>2003-11-03T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:45:57.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Used and violated</title><content type='html'>I was used and thrown away this morning.  I was alright with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T passed out last night exhausted from our day of playing video games and hanging out with friends.  I went to bed almost 2 hours after she did and she was all cute and sleeping, so I let her be.  This morning the alarm went off like a bull horn and scared the crap outta me.  After regaining my composure (and undeniable cool), and having T behind me rubbing my belly and leg, I was ready to go.  I rolled over and started rubbing Tara's pussy.  She was soon wet and I slid into her.  We had to be quick, she didn't have much time before she had to be off to work (I'm off today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got up after I finished and ran off to get ready to work.  I felt all cheap, used and violated.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another reason I love T:  she's willing to take an afternoon off so we can go see The Matrix.  How cool is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106786684255715671?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106786684255715671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106786684255715671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106786684255715671' title='Used and violated'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106781652775438641</id><published>2003-11-02T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:28:01.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deprived</title><content type='html'>j has a friend over.  he hasn't noticed the rope/cuffs at the end of the bed, and all our toys are nicely tucked away.  we were out for most of the day and just got back, they're watching a movie.  i never really notice it until we're out or around other people but it really sucks when i can't just grab him and do what i want.  i don't think we've even kissed for hours.  we'll have to make up for it all later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106781652775438641?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106781652775438641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106781652775438641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106781652775438641' title='deprived'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106779729412676798</id><published>2003-11-02T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:28:36.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't worry</title><content type='html'>i'm not still tied up! seems j was distracted from finishing the play by play last night. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it was over an hour of tied to the bed goodness.  he came back after blogging and did some more nice and naughty stuff to me.  pussy licking, teasing, touching, but mostly breathing on and going near to drive me crazy.  we had to reposition my hands spread out instead of right above my head as they were getting uncomfortable.  he said his plan was to make me forget my name, i think he succeeded.  i can barely remember what happened now.  i do however remember an amazing orgasm after he finally slid inside me and started fucking me.  i was left panting and squirming.  he left again for a bit, but when he came back my hands were cold and i was freezing.  guess we underestimated how cool it would be right under the window naked and tied to a bed.  i was set free and i snuggled under the covers for a few mins.  but i mean what's the best way to warm up? be active of course!  so i jumped my sweetie and had my way with him.  then we were toasty and sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106779729412676798?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106779729412676798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106779729412676798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106779729412676798' title='don&apos;t worry'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106774436475592386</id><published>2003-11-01T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T22:39:26.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup.</title><content type='html'>She's tied up in bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure her legs were apart this time.  I'm definitly going to make this last.   I started by making her give me a blow job.  It was definitly yummy.  I was on my knees with my cock in her mouth.  I could thrust as far as I wanted and she sucked and ran her lips over my cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I licked her body up and down.  I started at her feet and licked up - skipping her pussy.  I got to her mouth and kissed her deeply, then kissed my way up her arms.  I went back down and focused on her inner thighs.  I didn't touch her pussy at all.  I licked her inner thighs slowly moving to her pussy, then I brushed it with my tongue and went down the other thigh.  I nibbled on the area just above her pussy for a while.  She said that felt yummy.  Then I went back to teasing her pussy.  I just finished teasing it more.  I licked the lips around her pussy, but I wouldn't go inside.  I told her to think about me licking her and I've left her for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come, I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106774436475592386?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106774436475592386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106774436475592386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106774436475592386' title='Yup.'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106774061732161440</id><published>2003-11-01T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:28:59.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is in readiness</title><content type='html'>so the bed's all hooked up.  apparently if anyone asks why there's rope strung around the legs of our bed my answer is to be "we have sex in there".  that j, he's always thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was nice.  being taken by surprise at the storage locker was yummy.  bent over my piano bench and up against my piano, very naughty.  i had on these darkish grey stretchy track pant things, gym clothes really, when we left the locker i was soaked.  i looked down and there was a little wet spot, through my underwear and a bit through the pants.  luckily no one noticed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go have fun now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106774061732161440?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106774061732161440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106774061732161440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106774061732161440' title='everything is in readiness'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106773573965184533</id><published>2003-11-01T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:29:20.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>placing my order</title><content type='html'>i've been told i should.  unfortunately there's prep to my order.  we've been here for months but have yet to set up my bed frame.  we have a box spring and mattress on the floor.  running ropes under the bed for the handcuffs and ankle cuffs has been hit and miss.  with the bed frame it will be much easier.  however, we may get that nasty headboard smacking the wall sound more often :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my order: i was to be ankle cuffed, spread wide open and helpless.  j's right i'm far to impatient with sex most of the time but he's good at making me hold out.  i'll have no choice really.  i want to be teased.  maybe he can leave the vibe in on a slow setting and wander off to tell about it.  i know i'm asking for trouble but tonight i want it, plus he owes me from this afternoon *giggle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106773573965184533?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106773573965184533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106773573965184533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106773573965184533' title='placing my order'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106772779256969831</id><published>2003-11-01T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:45:04.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet again...</title><content type='html'>Alright.  Yes, I was grumpy.  I was grumpy about sitting around a cold storage locker, waiting for someone who likely wouldn't show up on time so that we could move a whole bunch of boxes.  You'd be grumpy too.  Of course T had the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about that storage locker that just turns into sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara suggested that a blow job would make the grump go away.  I had one better.  I dragged her into the storage locker.  I bent her over a bench, pulled down her pants and started fucking her.  Her pussy was already wet and only needed a little coaxing.  I fucked her till I came.  She doesn't usually come when I fuck her from behind, so I told her I owe her an orgasm when we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left in different cars and I got home first.  She just came in and I need to fulfill my promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106772779256969831?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106772779256969831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106772779256969831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106772779256969831' title='Yet again...'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106770185726777565</id><published>2003-11-01T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T10:50:59.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>we're going to storage today!!&lt;br /&gt;(see thurs oct 2nd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106770185726777565?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106770185726777565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106770185726777565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106770185726777565' title='wheeeeeeeee!'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106770124680470548</id><published>2003-11-01T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:44:30.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brainssssssssss....</title><content type='html'>The cheesy horror movie hits keep coming.  Before today I'd also never seen &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077402/"&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/a&gt;.  I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wholesome Halloween night yesterday.  We went out for a nice dinner to celebrate my new job.  We hit the sex store on our way home.  Luckily the clerk wasn't the same as the last two times we were there.  We got ankle restraints and a cock ring.  It's the first sex toy I've ever gotten for myself.  It isn't very exciting.  It was $10 for something that looks like a washer.  There were some jokes about going to the Home Depot for a cheaper washer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home, had a shower.  We were going to eat pumpkin pie and watch the movie last night, but I dragged T off to the bedroom.  She was talking and snuggling me while I was casually tying her up.  The ankle restraints looked very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too horny to make her wait very long.  I put the beads inside her (they really don't do much if they're not moving - FYI) and then stuck the plug in her ass.  I licked her clit and teased her for a while.  Every time I thought she was getting close to coming, I pulled away and made her slow down.  Finally I pulled the beads and the plug out, I put the cock ring on and started fucking her.  I don't think she lasted 30 seconds after that as she came hard.  I fucked her hard after that and that drove her crazy.  I didn't hold out too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cock ring was alright.  I'm not sure that it was what I was looking for.  The sex store we go to doesn't have much in the way of toys for me.  The only toys are those vibrating pussies.  I'm not really sure how that would integrate into our sex life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106770124680470548?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106770124680470548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106770124680470548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106770124680470548' title='brainssssssssss....'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106756996796453473</id><published>2003-10-30T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T22:12:49.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A tip for the gents</title><content type='html'>Get your lady on top of you.  Get her to turn a vibrator on and rub the spot just behind your balls with it.  Then see how long you can hold out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106756996796453473?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106756996796453473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106756996796453473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106756996796453473' title='A tip for the gents'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106755702931989633</id><published>2003-10-30T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T18:37:10.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we're going to fuck!</title><content type='html'>there will be fucking tonight!&lt;br /&gt;there was last night but there needs to be more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just my little perverted post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106755702931989633?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106755702931989633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106755702931989633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106755702931989633' title='we&apos;re going to fuck!'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106747181491669441</id><published>2003-10-29T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:29:50.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the horror!</title><content type='html'>i think halloween is getting to j.  last night it was "wanna watch the texas chainsaw massacre?" he promptly deleted it off the hard drive right after so we wouldn't have to endure it again, i had warned him.  right now he's watching evil dead, which he hasn't seen.  i find that weird, i thought bruce campbell was a male institution or something.  i love scary movies but have yet to find one that really scares me.  ghost or alien related ones seem to get me the most since i think those things may be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we seem to be out of sync lately, he thinks i'm grumpy, i think he's grumpy.  who knows who's right or wrong all i know is it doesn't make for hot sex action.  i've been really tired lately, time change or work i'm not sure.  so far i've slept about 13 hours today so i'm hoping i'm all caught up.  either way it's back to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see what the night brings ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106747181491669441?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106747181491669441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106747181491669441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747181491669441' title='oh the horror!'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106746240004251022</id><published>2003-10-29T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:43:42.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wiredtales.tripod.com/articles/MistakesWomenMake.html"&gt;That article&lt;/a&gt; is filled with such wisdom.  I went into the bedroom to wake T.  She was already awake.  I was about to start the pre-show activities when she said "We should go get the laundry".  Heh - miscommunication just like it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed - sighed to myself - and folded laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106746240004251022?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106746240004251022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106746240004251022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746240004251022' title='wisdom'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106746162341260548</id><published>2003-10-29T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T16:07:05.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh...screw it.</title><content type='html'>I'm not waiting a half hour.  I can't wait that long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106746162341260548?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106746162341260548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106746162341260548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746162341260548' title='ahhh...screw it.'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106746114186747166</id><published>2003-10-29T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:42:54.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>damn funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wiredtales.tripod.com/articles/MistakesWomenMake.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the damn funniest article I've seen in a long time.  The thing about bedtime is so very true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, T is sleepy and a little grumpy.  We ended up getting out of bed around 8:30 (we're usually up at 6:30).  I was feeling a little frisky, but T was hungry.  I don't dare stand between her and Raison Bran.  There hasn't been any action at all today.  I know!  I'm as shocked as you are.  Two horny people alone all day and no sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T's napping right now.  I'm going to wake her up in a 1/2 hour or so by licking her pussy.  We'll see if that changes anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106746114186747166?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106746114186747166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106746114186747166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746114186747166' title='damn funny'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106738951185702814</id><published>2003-10-28T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:31:03.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough cough*</title><content type='html'>so i'm sick tomorrow, i decided today before i left.&lt;br /&gt;should make for an interesting day tomorrow.  i plan to get some work i've had lying around for a while done.  i'm sure there will also be some extra fun activities as j is also home all day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's a 48 hour bug . . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106738951185702814?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106738951185702814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106738951185702814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738951185702814' title='*cough cough*'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106730019295358456</id><published>2003-10-27T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:31:41.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sex and breadcrumbs</title><content type='html'>i was just informed there are two things j never pays for.  you figure it out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the inventory:&lt;br /&gt;blue vibrator&lt;br /&gt;blue butt plug&lt;br /&gt;purple pleasure ball/bead thingies&lt;br /&gt;bottle of blueberry lube&lt;br /&gt;waterproof vibrator&lt;br /&gt;fuzzy handcuffs&lt;br /&gt;red satiny blindfold&lt;br /&gt;20 feet of nylon rope&lt;br /&gt;tin of altoid mints&lt;br /&gt;batteries&lt;br /&gt;massage oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question: where are you supposed to keep all that stuff?! a drawer is so cliche.  our box is running over.  j's assassin case with fitted foam is still a dream.  our bright yellow tool box idea just seems weird for next to the bed.  so where do you keep a sex toy collection?  this is my poll for the day, please contribute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106730019295358456?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106730019295358456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106730019295358456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106730019295358456' title='sex and breadcrumbs'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106729252566904058</id><published>2003-10-27T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:08:46.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>teehee</title><content type='html'>yes so last night was quite enjoyable.  the playing and teasing was very fun.  therefore by the time i actually got the yummiest thing inside me it was mere seconds before i came.  it was very frustrating lying there all filled up but with nothing moving around.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't have gotten out if i tried.  the way the handcuffs were the most comfortable prevented me from using the emergency release even if i wanted to.  we just tied but my ankles but i think it might be fun to have ankle cuffs anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i might have to return the favour some day, although i'm much more submissive than dominant.  yet that might be why he'd least expect it *giggle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106729252566904058?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106729252566904058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106729252566904058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106729252566904058' title='teehee'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106725774463640846</id><published>2003-10-27T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T07:29:05.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The finish</title><content type='html'>I got a little impatient last night (...and it was getting pretty late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up pulling the beads out of her pussy very slowly while she writhed around on the bed.  I started fucking her and she came about a minute after that.  I came soon after that, pounding into her as hard as I could.  We both collapsed in a heap as I untied her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good time.  Something we'll have to do again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106725774463640846?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106725774463640846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106725774463640846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106725774463640846' title='The finish'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106722151516155755</id><published>2003-10-26T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T21:25:15.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>plug and beads</title><content type='html'>I've put the beads in her pussy and I just spent about 5 minutes putting the plug in her ass.  She's writhing around on the bed and I just heard her yell for me.  I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106722151516155755?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106722151516155755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106722151516155755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106722151516155755' title='plug and beads'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106722013389969811</id><published>2003-10-26T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T21:02:14.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>right now...</title><content type='html'>Tara is tied up, handcuffed and blindfolded.  I'm pretty sure she can't get out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106722013389969811?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106722013389969811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106722013389969811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106722013389969811' title='right now...'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106720549129316453</id><published>2003-10-26T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:41:56.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...whips and chains excite me.</title><content type='html'>Yup - we got rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're going to have some fun with it later tonight.  I'm going to tie T up so she can't move.  Then I'm going to torment her with my tongue, fingers and toys.  She's very impatient with orgasims, so I'm going to make her wait as long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of teasing her pussy with my tongue.  Then I might fuck her, then play with her clit with my vibrator.  I might then put the plug in her ass, and tease her clit with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how the evening will turn out, but I'm sure it'll be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106720549129316453?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106720549129316453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106720549129316453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106720549129316453' title='...whips and chains excite me.'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106720259470104813</id><published>2003-10-26T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:32:13.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pm and am</title><content type='html'>unfortunately we didn't make it to the sex store last night :(&lt;br /&gt;we were tipped off about a 24 home depot, but that proved fruitless as well.  so instead today we made a stop for some nice soft nylon stuff at canadian tire.  it was kind of amusing when the guy asked us how much we'd like and we were both thinking in our head "ok it's got to wrap under the bed but around with enough to tie ankles . . ." we went with 20 feet.  i think it's perfect, we'll test it later i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a humorous note, this morning j woke up with the usual raging hard on.  we had things to do and places to go but that had to wait.  after some magical pussy licking j hopped up and slid into me.  the blankets were kind of twisted around us, my leg was caught pinned under the corner of the blanket j was on.  he started throwing pillows and blankets off the bed and around the room.  i asked "what are you doing?!" his entirely serious at the time reply as he's thrusting inside me?  "i need room to work"  we both burst out laughing.  you gotta love it when you can spend a few minutes in a fit of giggles while still 'connected'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106720259470104813?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106720259470104813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106720259470104813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106720259470104813' title='pm and am'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106711622378713688</id><published>2003-10-25T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:32:42.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>interrupted in mid sent . . </title><content type='html'>so we get home from some errands and j mentions he's going to have a shower before we go out.  he takes off his jeans standing in the living room and i say "yeah ok".  suddenly i'm thrown down on the couch and he's kneeling between my legs.  my jeans are yanked off and within seconds he's madly licking me.  then he's frantically fucking me, then he's back to licking me.  dragged to the bed room i'm thrown down once again for more licking.  j mentioned we should stop at the sex store tonight.  just then the people upstairs started running their vacuum over our heads, it was loud, i joked it sounded like an industrial vibrator.  that made him reach into our tickle trunk and pull out the vibe.  he was licking and fucking me with the vibrator on high and it was driving me wild.  then he put his finger in my ass.  i was trying so hard not to cum, it took a lot of concentration.  i told him i wanted him in me.  he slid in and i reached for the vibe and put it between us so it was rubbing my clit.  i came incredibly hard, it was nummie.  of course j said he wanted to stop and wait until later to cum.  a few clenches and wiggles from me and he was persuaded to continue.  he's in the shower now, we're going out with friends tonight, after a stop for rope and ankle cuffs :)  the after dinner activities should be fun. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106711622378713688?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106711622378713688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106711622378713688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106711622378713688' title='interrupted in mid sent . . '/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106709572042561616</id><published>2003-10-25T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:32:57.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>envy me for i am lucky</title><content type='html'>j loves to lick my pussy.  the past few days he either warns me he's going to do it later or when we're in bed just talking about the day and such he suddenly asks "can i lick your pussy?" better yet he sometimes just goes down and does it.  last night we were talking and he lifted up the blankies a bit and interrupted me with "i can smell your pussy".  he's got this zany sense of smell.  that's why i played my little game last weekend and let him smell my finger after i had it inside me at the movie theatre.  but back to the pussy licking, he's amazing at it.  he's fearless about it, just dives in and drives me crazy with so many yummy things i can barely remember my name.  he licks, sucks, fingers, rubs, nibbles . . . he loves to do it, i love to receive it's really a good deal all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop talking about this now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106709572042561616?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106709572042561616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106709572042561616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709572042561616' title='envy me for i am lucky'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106708508412355310</id><published>2003-10-25T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:41:26.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>play</title><content type='html'>I woke T up this morning by playing with her pussy.  She was laying on her belly.  I put in the plug and started fucking her from behind.  One problem, the plug kept falling out.  I guess I used too much lube :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took her a while to come and she finally did with the help of the vibe, plug and me.  Good things come to those who wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of something naughty lately.  I've been thinking of fucking T in the ass.  It would be so naughty and fun.  It's been a while since we've played that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106708508412355310?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106708508412355310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106708508412355310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106708508412355310' title='play'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106705336023464040</id><published>2003-10-24T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T23:42:40.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clean-up</title><content type='html'>So, I think we need some one or some people to clean up after we've had our play time.  There's all kinds of stuff that needs to be cleaned before we go to sleep and after an extended play session, we're both exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lube all over the place, toys that need cleaning and there's come everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know of any service who can take care of that for us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106705336023464040?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106705336023464040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106705336023464040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106705336023464040' title='clean-up'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106705321825649962</id><published>2003-10-24T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:40:20.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet release</title><content type='html'>...and hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by licking T's pussy and she was almost instantly soaked.  I mean *soaked*.  I could barely feel the inside of her pussy with my finger, she was so wet.  I cirlcled her hard clit with my tongue and teased it.  I then started fucking her with my finger, rubbing her g-spot while sucking and rubbing her clit with my tongue.  Eating her pussy gets me so horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started fucking her and I actually finished before she did.  It actually took a little work to get her off.  It's been a few days and everything since the last time we played.  I grabbed the vibe and pushed it far into her and turned it on high.  I then started licking and sucking her clit.  That didn't do the trick.  I finally put my finger in her ass and she came about a minute later.  It took her a minute or two to recover then said "Can we do that every night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shhh-yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106705321825649962?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106705321825649962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106705321825649962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106705321825649962' title='sweet release'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106704701474531749</id><published>2003-10-24T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:33:14.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the grump</title><content type='html'>j's all grumpy, he's been all touchy the last few days.  i've been like that too. i'm sure the weekend, getting to sleep in, and of course the extra hour we score will help.  he's all stressed about work and since he stays home mon-wed he's a little stir crazy too.  i'm guessing a bit session of nasty crazy sex will help.  i told him to go hit golf ball, play paintball or whack but on second thought i think the sex will be much more fun for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;i also got paid today and i'm trying to resist the urge to go back to the sex store.  there were these ankle cuffs that intrigued me a whole lot . . .  plus j has been mentioning how he lacks toys.  i think we'll have our fun tonight first and see, we might be just fine without any extra equipment for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading everyone, friday night seems to be our biggest night!  i'd better go make it worth your while &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106704701474531749?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106704701474531749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106704701474531749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106704701474531749' title='the grump'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106694468779805463</id><published>2003-10-23T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:33:45.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good ole naresh</title><content type='html'>so months ago we made an over night journey to apartment hunt.  we rented a hotel room for the night.  we ordered room service (well if you can call it that at a travelodge) and ate dinner in bed.  we had been talking about shaving my pussy for a while but hadn't done anything about it yet (women will understand my initial reluctance).  i don't know what it was but spontaneously we decided to do it right then.  we had razors, we had shaving cream but we were scissorless.  since we hadn't planned on it we weren't really prepared.  so i joked about borrowing them from the front desk, laughed and basically was still laughing as j walked out the door.  he came back with a pair of scissors all right, after telling the front desk person he had to "wrap a birthday gift for my niece".  the most amusing part was the white label printed across the handle that said 'Naresh'.  if only he knew what naughty deeds we did with his scissors.  i don't know how j pulled the borrowing and returning off with a straight face but he did.  we enjoyed the end product and silently thanked naresh for months to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naresh of the travelodge if you're reading this i'm sorry we deceived you,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106694468779805463?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106694468779805463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106694468779805463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694468779805463' title='good ole naresh'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106678265726164636</id><published>2003-10-21T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:34:04.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the awful truth</title><content type='html'>ok i have to be fast since j's next to me typing frantically at his computer blogging about what evilness he's gong to unleash on me tonight.  how geeky are we? anyhow i have to hurry because i want to be surprised :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we write is the truth, believe it or not.  when i first started reading sex blogs how on earth those people could have such amazing and cool sex as often as they did.  once j and i moved in together after living in different cities i realised we have a lot of good sex too.   luckily the amazing sex goes hand in hand with a wonderful relationship.  we click more than i have with anyone else, and i see no reason to leave.  ok i'm going to get into bed and encourage him to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106678265726164636?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106678265726164636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106678265726164636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106678265726164636' title='the awful truth'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106678269042185512</id><published>2003-10-21T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:39:21.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy, but still horny</title><content type='html'>We're both feeling a little tired tonight.  I've been cooped up all week at home and I've got a bit of pent up aggression that needs to be let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tonight I'm going to haul out the toys for some fun.  It's been a day or two since we've used them (not since the bead incident of Sunday) and I think they're getting a little lonely.  I think the plug and the vibe are going to see some action tonight.  Maybe the plug in her ass...me in her pussy and the vibe on her clit.  That's always a fun combination.  The bonus is that I can feel the vibrations while I'm fucking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me - we were playing around with the vibe and she told me to put something in her ass.  I started by putting the vibe in her pussy and turning it up pretty high.  I lubed up my cock and started pushing it into her ass.  The vibrations were just too much and I came almost instantly.  It was all very yummy.  T had to settle for the vibrator, my tongue and the plug.  I don't think she minded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106678269042185512?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106678269042185512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106678269042185512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106678269042185512' title='Sleepy, but still horny'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106677128135135246</id><published>2003-10-21T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:34:21.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still spoiled</title><content type='html'>so last night we were reading in bed and well that got a little boring and with the turning out of the lights more interesting things started to happen.  i  was rubbing 's cock and it was getting happier and happier.  i was playing with his balls every so gently.  it's so nice to feel it getting harder and harder in my hand, and feel the soft skin against my skin.  it was begging to be sucked.  i love the feel of that hot soft skin on my lips and tongue more than on my hand!&lt;br /&gt;so i did that for a while, then i climbed up and straddled him and had my way with him for a bit.  i could tell he was really close to cumming and he said "suck me",  so back down i went.  i sucked him while rubbing his balls with my hand, he came almost instantly.  i kissed his cock as it got soft and kissed him all the way up to his lips to lay there and enjoy the moment with him.  "want me to lick your pussy?" he asked.  well duh!  so the favour was returned, very well i might add.  i came so hard, my nipples were rock hard, it felt like he was licking me forever.  i apologized for taking so long to cum, "it was only 5 minutes" he said.  i looked at the clock, he was right, but it felt so good i lost track of time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106677128135135246?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106677128135135246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106677128135135246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677128135135246' title='still spoiled'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106668573973164894</id><published>2003-10-20T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:35:02.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm spoiled</title><content type='html'>i just got a nice foot rub . . . mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;i've also had a dinner ready here for me when i got home.  i mentioned i had sore shoulders, j promises to rub them later for me.  the last time i asked for one i promised him a back rub but somehow it ended up turning into a blow job.  we have just discussed that and agreed that i will accept back rubs and he will accept blow jobs in return.  it's a yummy arrangement i think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while our last night may have been 'standard' as j put it, it was really nice.  i was burning for j inside me by the time he got there, he'd been liking me for so long.   i came really hard and it was intense, i could barely stand any more but i knew j was really close.  i dug my nails into his ass and back while he thrusted and tried to take it all.  when i felt him shudder i slid up the bed to get him out of me.  i couldn't even close my legs all my bits were so tingly.  it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my little sweetie, he's a good catch :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106668573973164894?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106668573973164894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106668573973164894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106668573973164894' title='i&apos;m spoiled'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106665474517117341</id><published>2003-10-20T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:38:27.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys and late night</title><content type='html'>We had a bit of a late night yesterday.  Nothing much in the way of kinkage, just some 'standard' sex action.  I licked T for a long time, teasing her clit and then fucked her.  Nothing special in terms of technique, but there was some sort of energy going on behind the scenes.  We had a bit of a mushy talk before hand.  I was also rubbing her pussy a lot.  I just rubbed her lips around her clit.  That always get Tara going.  I think we were still horny from our little experiment from earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about other things we could experiment with.  Stuff like sub/DOM stuff (she's too giggly to be the DOM).  Neither of us are that familiar with sub/DOM stuff, so any suggestions are welcome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any suggestions for toys for me?  I'm kinda jealous that Tara gets all these toys to play with.  I want some!  The only toys that I really see are anal prostate toys, cock rings and chastity toys.  I'm not sure that any of those are for me.  Does anyone have any stories about those?  I love having Tara press on the skin just below my balls as I come (It feels even better with her mouth on my cock) is there a toy that puts pressure on that spot automatically?  I've heard a scrunchie will do the trick, but the ones I've tried haven't given me enough pressure there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106665474517117341?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106665474517117341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106665474517117341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106665474517117341' title='Toys and late night'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106660657786167989</id><published>2003-10-19T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:45:14.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>secretly naughty</title><content type='html'>so we went to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0314039/"&gt;the event&lt;/a&gt; today which is kind of a depressing sort of movie and there i was with naughty balls in my pussy.  we were alone in the theatre and i was regretting that i put them in myself and thought i should have let j do it right there.  then a guy walked in, j muttered "fuck" and we were no longer alone :(  we've seen 5 movies in the last 9 days, you figure once we would have been lucky enough to have the place to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;we went out to eat and i had them in there still, they moved when i giggled and j was reaching over to tickle and wiggle me as well.  nifty little toys they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106660657786167989?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106660657786167989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106660657786167989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106660657786167989' title='secretly naughty'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106660546686825890</id><published>2003-10-19T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:37:38.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The store part II</title><content type='html'>We went back to the store today before heading to the movies.  The same woman was working there from last night.  She must think we're oversexed.  She's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought some vibrating beads and I told Tara that the first chance she got she had to put them in.  We got to the movies and she went off to the bathroom while I bought some popcorn.  She was gone a good five minutes and she came back giggling.  This was the first time we played with anything like that.  She wore them all afternoon.  She told me to put my hand on her belly, then she shook her hips back and forth.  I could feel the beads vibrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime she went to the bathroom after that she was gone a long time and would come back giggling.  We stopped at the gym and she went to the bathroom giggling (yet again).  She told me she had a present for me and when we got out of sight, she gave me her finger to smell - it smelled like pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got home and I dragged her to the bedroom where we tore our clothes off.  I pulled the beads out and she was soaking wet.  We fucked and she quickly came.  I didn't even have the chance to use the plug that I had at the ready.  It didn't take long for me to come after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part of all of that was the beads were on the bed while we were fucking and as I thrust, the beads would rattle.  We were a little too caught up in the moment to care too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're had a pretty sexual weekend and I intend on keeping that trend going tonight.  I will be jumping T in a few hours.  We need a little time to recover from our adventure today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106660546686825890?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106660546686825890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106660546686825890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106660546686825890' title='The store part II'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106657602285871246</id><published>2003-10-19T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:36:51.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night...</title><content type='html'>Thinkin' 'bout last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was a little more than just last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up stupidly early on Saturday morning - It could have been because I was very horny - I'm still not clear on that.  I woke T up by rubbing against her from behind while rubbing her body up and down.  I rubbed her clit for a few minutes while she woke up and readied herself for a proper fucking.  I got on top of her and started fucking her, but she had to pee so she ran off to do that.  By the time she got back, I had the lube and plug ready for her.  She got on top of me and rode me for a few minutes.  I put the plug in her ass and she moaned.  It didn't take her long after that to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we went to the sex store for no reason at all.  I'm still not sure why I didn't get those balls, maybe a little of it was to tease T with it.  I think most of the reason was I was fascinated with the Rabbit Vibrator and I forgot.  That thing looks kinda creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple more times we fucked yesterday.  Those deserve special seperate blogs, and I'm in a bit of a hurry and I don't want to skip any details, so they'll have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we're going to a movie.  Fortunatly, the sex store is on the way and we're going to stop there and I'm going to buy those balls for her.  I'm going to make her wear them when we go to the movie.  She doesn't know this yet, unless of course she reads this blog before we leave.  I'm feeling very naughty this weekend and I think it's showed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106657602285871246?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106657602285871246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106657602285871246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106657602285871246' title='Last night...'/><author><name>him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16694724749499861550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106653060339319352</id><published>2003-10-18T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:44:14.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>naughty</title><content type='html'>so we were coming back from a movie when i suggested stopping by the sex shop.  i didn't know what for i just felt like going, j wasn't arguing.&lt;br /&gt;we bought handcuffs and a blindfold.  j joked about buying me balls and making me put them inside me while we went out for dinner to see how wet i would get.  i giggled.  we didn't buy them.  i can't stop thinking about them and wish we had :(  even if i didn't have to wear them tonight the suspense of knowing he bought them and might tell me to use them at any time would be exciting.  he improvised instead, i was ordered to go to the washroom at the restaurant and throw out my panties (they were boring ones).  i did as i was told.  now we've had a shower and i hear there's a plan for our new toys.  i think i'm in trouble.  i guess it's fitting i had pigtales in my hair today, apparently i'm going to be a naughty girl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106653060339319352?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106653060339319352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106653060339319352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106653060339319352' title='naughty'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883080.post-106649431387035286</id><published>2003-10-18T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:44:36.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the blogging phenomenon</title><content type='html'>i do this create procrastination thing.  i've got loads of work to do.  which i've organized into nice neat little 'to do' piles.  i haven't to-done anything but boy is it organized!  it's weird without j around, i was excited he was going out at first but now i'm kinda wandering, i've got stuff to do but i like having him around while i putter. so yeah pathetically i miss his presence.  since i moved in we've rarely been apart unless one of us is at work.  strangely we like it that way and haven't gotten on each others nerves yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so having this blog is weird.  i'm not really sure what made us start it and what purpose it serves other than being kinda fun.  it's also sort of weird.  yesterday we had over 200 visitors.  the other day i said to j "isn't it a bit weird about 200 people know we had sex last night?" and it is.  it's also weird to have sex and then want to write about it, going over what you'll say in your head.  it's also nice to throw out random thoughts (the ex question, the toy question) and get some comments.  i suppose blogs are just some sort of natural evolution of the internet . . chatting . . online friends kinda thing.  reading them is relatively new to me let alone having one.  but it is exciting, i like to watch how many people pop on here, how long they stay, where they're coming from and of course comments are always neat too.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird to be afriad to get caught but at the same time write about yourself.  i can't write at work, i'm sure i'd lose my job.  i'm afraid to say what my job is  as though someone i know is going to suddenly have a revelation and scream "oh my god you're tara from naughty secrets!!!" in the staff room.  strangely where i work no one would probably admit that in public.  ok now that it sounds like i work in a convent or something hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrm, i'm doing pretty good at this work avoidance.  i should get *something* done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does it creep anyone else out that ricardo montalban	is doing dunkin donuts commercials?! i just saw one on tlc, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883080-106649431387035286?l=naughtysecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106649431387035286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883080/posts/default/106649431387035286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtysecrets.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106649431387035286' title='the blogging phenomenon'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02741814999645863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
