Group Post: "Trust Me"

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing!"

"Oh, God, don't say that," she groused, chafing irritably, trying to find a comfortable position. The chain clinked, and she stifled a cry of annoyance. "Sledge Hammer used to say that. Remember? That 80s TV show?"

He looked puzzled, then his face lit up. "Oh yeah!" He went back to wrapping the rope around her wrists. "He had this weird relationship going with his Magnum, and he shot first and asked questions never?" He grinned, pulling the rope tighter, fumbling for a way to tie it off. "And that was his catch phrase, yeah! Trust me, I know what I'm doing!" He shook his head. "Man, I haven't thought about that show in years." Now he was fiddling with the nipple clamps, looking a bit lost.

She sighed. "Maybe it worked for Sledge, but when he said it, you actually believed him." She reconsidered. "Well, some of the time, anyway." She shifted again, her back throbbing. "Ow," she muttered.

"What, are you saying you don't believe me?"

She gave him a very direct look. "C'mon, babe. You damn near pulled my shoulders out of their sockets first. Then you sat on my hair and almost ripped some of it out when you moved me to a new position. Then you 'slipped' and chose the wrong hole when you inserted the vibrator. Now you're cutting off my circulation because you tied the damn rope too tight." She motioned with the tip of her nose, it being the only part of her that could actually point at the moment. "And those there are supposed to go on my nipples, not my toes."

He looked so much like a puppy that had been kicked that she thought briefly about taking it all back. Then her back muscles screamed at her again to come to her senses, and she rallied. "Just let me loose and I'll give you a blowjob that'll make you come buckets. Hm? Whaddya say?"

Indecision warred with relief in his eyes. "Well, I don't know," he temporized. "You've been such a naughty girl, after all." His cock was already beginning to twitch, though.

God save and protect us, she thought, keeping from rolling her eyes with a mighty effort. "Come on, sugar," she cooed, using the little-girl voice she knew he loved. "Let baby give you what she wants."

"Well.....okay," he said hastily, cutting through the ropes with unseemly haste, removing the misapplied clamps, pulling the vibrator free and removing the choke chain around her neck. He lay down on the bed eagerly, already pulsing and hard. She stretched lazily, relishing the feel of restored circulation, then slid slowly up the bed towards him like a stalking cat. He's a geek, she thought, but he's my geek.

She took him deep with one swallow and he moaned loudly enough to crack a window. "God, I didn't know you could do that!" he gasped raggedly.

She slid him out of her mouth, drooling saliva everywhere, knowing he loved that. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing," she purred.

The Group Post is the brainchild of Kimberly, the Errant Wife. Why not see how these other fine folks handled the theme of "Trust Me"? They're all talented folks, worth a read.


Veronica:  http://anothersuburbanmom.blogspot.com
Aurore:  http://dangerousliaisons-aurore.blogspot.com
they belong to us:  http://theybelongtous.wordpress.com
bdenied:  http://cuckold-husband-bdenied.blogspot.com
The Duchess:  http://theduchessissexy.blogspot.com
Ronjazz:  http://ronjazz.blogspot.com
Kink Chronicles:  http://thekinkchronicles.blogspot.com
Topaz:  http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com
Gray:  http://mygrayline.blogspot.com
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com
And finally, our host Kimberly:
Kimberly:  http://yourerrantwife.blogspot.com


Thanks as always to Kimberly for hosting!)


-- PB

Group Post: "Off Limits for 30 Days"

(Edit 8-4-10: I've been selected as one of the top three posts for eLust #18! To all who're stopping by because of that, welcome! Hope you like what you find here.  -- PB)


Day 1
Well, this is it. She's agreed to accept me as her slave for the month, and says she will "reward me appropriately" when time's up. Wonder what that means. Whatever else happens, though, I'm glad I got to at least meet her, because she's one of the most stunning creatures I've ever met. Glossy black hair, pale white skin, pale grey eyes...very striking indeed.

Says she'll have more instructions for me tomorrow, when I've had time to sleep.

Day 2
I found out very quickly what those "instructions" were. It seems she's decided that there will be absolutely no sex for the duration of this introductory period. My cock is completely off limits. That means no kissing, no fondling, no penetration...and oh yes -- no masturbation either. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Day 3
I "allowed" her to walk in on me fondling my cock in the bathroom this morning, just as a test. That, it turns out, was a mistake. I heard footsteps behind me and expected mock anger or perhaps a "oh, you bad boy!" scolding. Not so. "You don't listen very well," I heard her hiss. "That's off limits, damn you." And there was a crack and fiery agony clawed into my back. It felt like a cat-o'-nine-tails, and I had plenty of opportunity to get familiar with the shredding pain it brought. She tore me to ribbons, literally and figuratively.

Got my mind off sex, pretty quickly...

Day 4
Healing nicely. She has a nice salve which she says repairs torn flesh more quickly than anything else, and I can't dispute the point. It's wonderfully soothing. She is testing my resolve, though, by eating breakfast, lunch and dinner without a stitch of clothing on. Since I have to stand to wait on her, she could see my cock standing too, but there wasn't a word, just a hint of a smile.

Day 6
She was out of the house today but instructed me to keep my cell phone handy. Every ten minutes, like clockwork, another text message would pop up, telling me precisely what she was up to at that moment...and she was apparently having quite a bit of fun with whoever it was she was visiting, because the messages got more and more explicit: "he's pulling off my shirt now", "nibbling on my tits...nipples so hard", "dripping all over the linoleum", "fucked on the kitchen counter, banged my head each time he banged me". I don't know when I've ever hated another guy quite so much. When she walked in at 10 PM she was visibly wobbling, but grinned at me and said "Pity you can't have me just yet...I'm still so horny I could fuck you right through a wall right now." And brushed her hand against my cock before going upstairs to bed.

Day 8
Exhausted. While I was getting ready for bed last night, she walked past my doorway wearing a see-through nightie that inflamed me even more than pure nudity would have done. She motioned towards the wall that our bedrooms share between them, and then retired for the night. I wondered what the hell she'd been pointing at, then found out very quickly: lying on the bed, inches away from me but separated by that wall, she was fucking herself into a frenzy. I heard moans, cries, and eventually shrieks of "oh GOD yes" as she brought herself to what were obviously toe-curling orgasms. And she kept fucking DOING it, for more than two hours!! I rubbed against the sheets a bit, but stopped dead when I realized how she'd react if I came without her permission. Small wonder I didn't sleep a wink.

Day 10
After a shower today I emerged to find her standing in front of me with a businesslike attitude. "Let's see how your self-control is," she said. "Don't move, or it'll go badly for you." She proceeded to lick the water off my body -- every inch of me from legs to the nape of my neck -- with the one exception that my cock was, as you might have guessed, off limits. When she was finished I was quivering so hard I was about to explode, but somehow I kept from blowing a load all over her face as she kissed me a final time between the thighs.

And I'm not even halfway done with the month. God help me.

Day 14
Today I was on exhibition all day. I was told to strip first thing in the morning, then had to do my chores for the rest of the day wearing only my boxer briefs. She kept bringing her friends through to "have a look at this slab of meat I've got for the rest of the month". Have to say some of the lewd comments these women made made even ME blush a few times. Where the hell were these insatiable sluts when I was a teenager? What made it worse was that she herself kept walking around me, displaying me like an auctioneer, extolling my virtues, my stamina, my self-control, describing the things she'd done to me so far and the things she was still planning. Her friends kept jeering and hooting, my face getting redder and my cock getting harder and harder with each new comment, till finally she took pity on me and told me to go clean the bedroom. When I came back she and two of her friends were naked and eating each other out in a circular threeway. I thought she didn't notice as I started discreetly massaging my cock, but she lifted her head from the redhead's pussy and rapped out: "Ah-ah! Off limits!" I swear she has eyes in the back of her head.

Day 17
She says that she always celebrates the 17th of each month by having seventeen orgasms during the day. That meant that over and over today I had to put up with her getting off in front of my very eyes, sometimes grinding herself on whatever piece of furniture was nearest, sometimes putting her hand down her panties or pulling up her skirt as the mood suited her, sometimes lasciviously licking her purple dildo as she prepared to slide it into her gaping pussy as she lay, legs splayed, on the couch. The first two or three were bad enough, but by the time she'd done it the fifth time my balls were aching so much I could barely walk. I gobbled Excedrin like candy the rest of the day. It didn't help.

Day 19
Today she decided on another self-control test. She gave me a bottle of massage oil and directed me to masturbate ALMOST to orgasm, but stop well before the brink. Made me do it several times, watching my face closely, gauging my reactions. It was pure torture -- feeling my slippery hand sliding up and down my aching shaft, feeling my balls bulging with suppressed torrents. On the other hand, there's no denying I've never been this aroused before. My cock feels like a piece of granite, except granite doesn't throb and pulse that way.

She laughed at me openly when she told me to stop for the last time. Cruelty, thy name is woman.

Day 22
Today's torture was even more fiendish. She gave me an iPod with attendant earbuds, and told me to start the playlist it contained and keep it on continuous loop for the rest of the day. I spent the next eight hours in ecstatic misery as she told me in dirty and delicious detail, over and over again, exactly what she was fantasizing about when she fucked herself, how I fit into those fantasies (!!), how she longed to feel my thick throbbing cock filling her up, how she wanted to be splayed, split open, possessed, fucked ten ways to Sunday. She has an incredibly filthy mouth and an equally astoundingly inventive mind. I'm beginning to feel like Bill Hicks, who joked once that he hadn't had sex in so long that when he finally did shoot it'd be like a big wax dart shooting out of his dick. Or Old Faithful at Yellowstone.

Day 25
She relented a bit today and agreed to my request that I be allowed to walk around naked for the rest of the trial period. I can't stand the pressure of clothes on my body anymore -- I'd be certain of losing control just from the friction they provide. The problem was that she was completely unsympathetic, and every time I walked by her (cock bobbing angrily before me) she would breathe in a smoky little-girl voice "Oo, baby, is your big fat dick all nice and hard for me? Don't you want your Mistress to kiss it and make it all...better?" (With a nice breathy pause, of course). "Don't you wish I'd wrap my fingers around you, get you all nice and hard" -- GET ME hard? ha, that was a good one -- "so I could slide you down my throat till I was sucking those big balls into my mouth too?"

I can't even give her dirty looks. The last time I did that, she hiked up her skirt and masturbated in front of me again, this time screaming MY name when she came. I think I'm running this house out of cold water with the number of frigid showers I'm taking.

Day 27
Today was All-Porn Day (or so she said). All I know is that I wandered through the place in a daze all afternoon, stunned by the naked bodies entwining all around me. Porn on every TV in the place (and she has lots of them), and all shapes and sizes of couples, threesomes, foursomes, twisting, moaning, writhing, fucking, wanking, spanking, flesh slapping flesh in every corner of every room. Even my cold showers were denied me because all the showers were occupied by fucking people.

How the hell am I going to make it through three more days? What new torments will be visited upon me? Just how in the fuck am I going to keep from grabbing my cock and flogging myself until I start bleeding, just so I can get some goddamned RELEASE?

Day 29
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Day 30
One more day. One more day. One more day. One more day. It's a mantra, whirling through my dazed and exhausted brain. I can't sleep at all tonight -- I'm too scared I'll have a wet dream and wake up coated in my own failure. Or drowned in it, more likely. Can't even imagine how much pressure I've built up.

Oh, God. She just came in and spent ten minutes nibbling on various parts of my body, but never got closer than a foot to my groin. I can't believe how sensitized I've gotten -- even a gentle breath on the back of my neck sends pleasure zinging through every molecule of my body. She touched me once, gently, on my always-rigid cock and, rubbing once, brought forth a dollop of precum. I'm leaking it everywhere I go nowadays. A second or two more and I probably would have spilled all over her hand. She said she's pleased with me so far and I've more than earned my reward, and gave me a sultry grin of such promise my brain went nova and I have no memory at all of the next ten minutes.

Just a couple more hours.....perhaps I should be writing a last will and testament, in case I don't survive what she promises she's going to do to me tomorrow. If so, I'll die with the biggest fucking grin and the hardest fucking cock anyone ever did see. This has been a harrowing month, but it'll all be worth it tomorrow when she has her wicked way with me. 'Course, I don't expect to last more than a few seconds the first time, but I'm sure I'll be up for as many times as she could take. Signing off....


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We had a smaller turnout than usual for this month's Group Post. Here are the other participants. Go see how they handled the "Off Limits" theme:


Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com
Ronjazz:  http://ronjazz.blogspot.com
Topaz:  http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com
Gray:  http://mygrayline.blogspot.com
Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com

The Group Post was started by Kimberly, the Errant Wife, and was hosted this month (and last month) by the sexy and talented Duchess. Thanks, Duchess, for hosting!

-- PB

Group Post: "The Worst Time"

He hung his coat up in the closet and then turned to her. "So, what did you think?" he inquired.

"Honestly? I'm sorry, but I had just the worst time, hon," she said.

He raised his eyebrows. "So? That's a shame. Marriner's eighty-six years old now and he's retired from conducting except for special occasions. I thought you'd appreciate seeing him on this little mini-tour."

She shook her head. "Not what I meant."

He looked puzzled. "What, then?"

She stepped close and put her arms round his neck. "It wasn't the performance that made me so miserable," she breathed, nuzzling his neck. "Indeed, I've rarely heard the 'Jupiter' Symphony so well-handled." She nipped lightly at his earlobe. "It wasn't the opening piece, either." Her fingers began working busily at the fastening on his cummerbund. "I might have questioned a pairing like that" -- she planted a trail of kisses along the hollow of his throat, and he sighed softly -- "but Perlman is a master, and he made the Caprices catch fire. Paganini would've approved." She slid one hand lower and cupped his ass. "No, my dear, you chose well for our evening's entertainment." She slid her other hand around his front and traced the outline of his swelling cock through his trousers. "It was a truly lovely performance."

He gulped as her fingers stroked and caressed him. Beads of sweat were starting to form on his forehead. "Then why did you say you had the worst time?"

"Because," she breathed, caressing his chest and working at the buttons on his shirt, "you look so damnably hot in a tuxedo that I can never keep my mind on the performance." She took his hand in hers and slid it up her thigh, her cocktail dress bunching and rippling as it slid higher. "I've been sitting in a goddamned puddle all night. Every time I tried concentrating on the music, I'd look at you sitting there next to me and just go drifting off again. You fucker, all I wanted after five minutes was to climb on you right then and there. And you kept me there, in prison, right on the edge, for another hour and a half!"

"Hm. Then I'd better not keep you waiting any longer," he said. His hand found the proof under her dress: sodden panties, dripping with her need. He was glad she favored flimsy undergarments; it made it much easier for him to tear them with a sharp grasping rip. She gasped in shock and then her lips curved into a delicious grin. "Oh my," she said teasingly. "Did I share too much?"

"Woman," he grunted, already feeling himself devolve to Neanderthal level, "even hinting that you're getting horny is sharing too much. Don't you know by now how you affect me?" His fingers tore at the zipper on the back of her dress; his unsteadiness betrayed him and the zipper jammed. He snarled in frustration and his hands went to the front of her dress instead. "Shame to ruin this," he muttered, and flexed. The fabric parted with a low purring sound, echoing the noise she was making; her breasts spilled out, already flushed with her excitement, rosy nipples upswept with delight. Her own hands were busy unsnapping his trousers and pulling the zipper down. His cock sprang out as his trousers fell down around his ankles. She had time for three brief hand strokes before he bore her back against the wall. Raising a leg, she hooked it round his ass, adjusting and flexing as he drove upward, forward, into her. He bottomed out in her almost immediately, and both of them gasped in delight.

"We always -- unh! -- do make -- oh god yes, right there -- beautiful music together," she moaned. He was long past speech, but signified his own agreement by growling low in his throat as he started pounding into her.



(The Group Post is organized by Kimberly, the Errant Wife. Thanks as always to her for hosting; go see Kimberly to see who else is playing this month.)

-- PB

Group Post: "Make Me"

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Group Post: "The Day...."

He would never forget that day, not if he lived to be a thousand. It was graven in his mind as deeply as words chiseled into granite tablets. Wind and sand and water might blow but the words, the images, were proof against time, never to be forgotten. Ozymandias only wished he had been that memorable.

That day....

....he had come home from work early, but hadn't called her. She was always so good at surprising him; he wanted to see if he could manage the same. He'd even stopped by her favorite Thai place on the way home to grab some for her.

That day....

....he'd entered the house, finding it strangely quiet and still. Hell of a contrast to her normal demeanor around the place -- singing lustily, slamming pots and dishes around in the kitchen, screaming imprecations at the TV as she was frustrated by a game she was playing. He turned in a slow circle, trying to figure out where she was without calling out to her and giving the game away.

That day....

....he'd heard faint sounds emanating from upstairs, and smiled. She must be in bed having some solo fun. Discarding his jacket, he'd picked up the Thai takeout box and crept upstairs, silent as a cat with sound-damping pads on its paws.

That day....

....he'd padded slowly down the hallway, her soft moans and rustling sounds drifting under the closed door of their bedroom. Had grinned even more broadly as he imagined the scenario: she was probably watching some porn on the TV, propped up on pillows, fucking herself with her favorite Njoy wand.

Hang about. Closed bedroom door?

They never closed the bedroom door -- why bother to, when there are only two people living in the house?

That day....

....he'd pushed open the door, brow furrowing in puzzlement, and frozen in shock as he beheld the tableau: the love of his life, propped up on pillows just as he'd imagined; porn on the TV, just as he'd imagined; her Njoy wand plunging in and out of her cunt, just as he'd imagined.

But what he hadn't imagined was that the hand manipulating the Njoy wasn't hers. It was a slim, strong, hairy hand, attached to a slim, strong, hairy arm, in its turn attached to a slim, hairy male body. A nude male body, well-shaped, well-toned. He got a confused impression of a mop of dark hair before the head dipped to begin licking his wife's very obviously soaked pussy. She moaned louder and her hand twined through the interloper's hair.

Always good at surprising me, he thought fleetingly. Never like this, though.

He cleared his throat and was gratified at the immediate response: she shrieked, but not with pleasure. The guy skittered, crablike, across the bed and stood in a kind of bent-over crouch, arms shielding his groin, instinctively protecting that which meant the most. She looked terrified, and pulled out the Njoy with a wet pop, attempting furtively to hide it behind her. He smiled grimly.

"Honey," she rasped, then tried again. "Honey. This, this isn't what it looks like. He's. He's, um, a friend, and he, and he....uhhhhh....why the hell are you laughing?"

Indeed he was laughing, silently shaking with it, rocking back and forth as gales of mirth blasted through him. The Thai takeout dropped to the carpet, forgotten, and he laced both hands over his belly, trying to contain his laughter. He threw back his head and roared out his amusement, echoes reverberating, mixing with the groans and moans of the porn still playing on the TV. He noted with even more amusement that both of them were exchanging glances, no doubt wondering if the shock had driven him out of his mind.

Finally he ran dry and choked and spluttered to a halt. "Babe," he chided her, still snickering, "there are better ways you could have told me you wanted to open up our marriage."

A dawning hope replaced terror and bewilderment in her eyes. "You....you mean you...." she wanted to know, but couldn't continue.

"Did you want me to join in this time? Or would you two rather finish up while I go have dinner?"

"Um." She still had a slightly stunned look on her face, but rallied swiftly: "Um, why don't you watch for a while?"

"Suits me," he nodded. And motioned towards the other guy, who was now regarding him with a strange mixture of respect and fear. "You planning on introducing me?"

"Um." She seemed to hunt for words, then: "Er, hon, this is, um, this is Stephen."

"Good to meet you, Stephen," he said, sitting down in a chair and stretching his legs nonchalantly in front of him. "Well? Keep going, don't mind me."

-- PB

(The Group Post is hosted by Kimberly, the Errant Wife. If you liked this, why not see how these other folks took and ran with the theme of "The Day..."?)

Petal --  http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/
Kink Chronicles --  http://www.thekinkchronicles.blogspot.com/
Autumn -- http://www.autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com/
Veronica --  http://anothersuburbanmom.blogspot.com/
Ronjazz --  http://www.ronjazz.blogspot.com/
Ms Scarlett --  http://msscarlettletter.blogspot.com/
Hubman --  http://hubmanshangout.wordpress.com/
Aurore --  http://dangerousliaisons-aurore.blogspot.com/
Mykeyman --  http://www.outsidevanilla.blogspot.com/
Gray --  http://mygrayline.blogspot.com/
Advizor --  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com
Duchess --  http://theduchessissexy.blogspot.com/
FG Sakes --  http://fgsakes.blogspot.com/
Topaz --  http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com/
They Belong To Us --  http://theybelongtous.wordpress.com/
and our host, Kimberly --  http://yourerrantwife.blogspot.com/

Group Post: "Sweet Sensation"

Is there anything in the world that compares to that first moment of mergence? That sweet sensation that feels like nothing else on earth?

I am tempted to say no. And the thing is, there are so many sensations in sexual play that feel so. fucking. good. Sensations starting at a low buzz, "mm, that's nice": the way your fingers feel trailing down my spine. Sensations that make me draw breath, sipping air: your tongue licking up the back of my neck. Sensations that make me tingle from head to toe, moaning "ohhhh yessss": your fingers wrapped around my shaft, pumping me slowly. Sensations that make me feel like I've been set on fire, but in a good way, "oh dear god I'm gonna....": that time-stopping instant just before coming. Sensations that make my blood burn, pulse pound, cock stand at attention: the excitement that races through me like summer lightning as you give me that come-hither look from across the room. Oh yeah -- I love them all, and a thousand more besides.

But for my money, nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to that instant when I part your glistening folds with my mushroom head and slide slowly, slowly, forward, gliding up and in and deep into your burning soaked depths. 

First, heat.....

No matter how hot you've made me, how much I'm burning for you, it doesn't matter. I could be incredibly keyed up, so hard and heavy and engorged, baking with lust, but it wouldn't matter. When I slip into you, you're always hotter. There's a nova burning at your core, and you channel directly from that to your pussy -- so regardless of how hot my cock is when I slide home, you're hotter still. And it's such a rare heat, too -- this heat that doesn't burn, just stokes me, inflames me, pushes my own redlining engine even closer to the danger point, so in seconds I'm clutching your ass with clenched hands, trying to draw myself deeper still.... 

Then, wetness.....

Fire and water, two diametric opposites. How then is it that you can be so hot and so freakin' wet at the same time? It astounds me every single time I push into you how effortless it is, how your lips glisten with your excitement, gleaming in the dim light. I look down, marveling, at your sheen covering my cock as I pull back, inch by inch emerging from your tunnel, looking like I've been dipped in lacquer, bright and shiny. Wet. God, so wet. I can hear squishing, moist sounds, can feel your juices, thick like honey, shifting and flowing around my shaft. I can't find the bottom of your ocean, I'm drowning in your depths and loving it.... 

Then, softness.....

Heat. Wetness. The two alone would be enough to drive me insane, but when we add in the silky smooth feel of your velvet cunt gripping me, there's just no hope for me at all. Softness begetting more hardness; it enfolds me, presses close on all sides, engulfs me. Shapes itself to the invader, spreads for the head and closes tight around my shaft, sucks me inward, urges me to drive deeper. I can feel your muscles milking me, inviting me to slide up and in, over and over, to pull back only far enough to thrust home again, to fill you, to plunge deep, bury myself to the hilt and past, take you for my own, possess you utterly.

I pull you close and into my lap, rocking deeper. Sensations explode around me. The soft, maddening weight of your breasts. The dagger points of your nipples against my chest. The fresh tang of your sweat. The muskiness of your excitement. The taste of blood from my tongue, bitten hard to stifle my screams. The slipperiness of our mingled sweat on heated skin. And you're urging me on too, rocking against me, creating a rhythm, grinding hard, going hand in hand with me as we shoot higher, rocketing upwards, breaking through the clouds, hitting apogee, sun bursting on the horizon as we clear the edge and begin the long fall downwards.

Sensations.....all of them exquisite. But none of them, none of them, can ever match that first spine-tingling moment, that moment when I first slide home where I belong, that moment that shocks me anew each time.


(This month's theme for the Group Post was suggested by Autumn. As always, your host is the sexy and alluring Kimberly, the Errant Wife. Why not go see how these other fine people handled Autumn's theme of "Sweet Sensations"?)

Haute Chocolat: http://www.thekinkchronicles.blogspot.com
Britni: http://britisstillshameless.blogspot.com
Petal: http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/
Ronjazz: http://ronjazz.blogspot.com
fgsakes: http://fgsakes.blogspot.com/
Bri: http://theunequivocalme.blogspot.com
Gray : http://mygrayline.blogspot.com
Salt and Pepper: http://cellobiscuit.blogspot.com
Topaz  http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com
Barefoot Dreamer: http://dreamingbearfoot.blogspot.com
Autumn:  http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com
Dave:    http://glimpsesofdave.blogspot.com
And finally, our host, Kimberly:
Kimberly: http://yourerrantwife.blogspot.com/

-- PB

Group Post: "Curves"

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