tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134019152009-02-20T21:59:04.490-08:00i love panty linesWhat do you want to know WARNING! THIS BLOG IS EXPLICIT AND IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLYpantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-15606165094272080662007-07-18T23:09:00.000-07:002007-07-18T23:47:42.912-07:00You can take me now<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h1PDBV-yYIo/Rp8I97wpEHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z1VOMWkUaqI/s1600-h/irreversible-0311.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h1PDBV-yYIo/Rp8I97wpEHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z1VOMWkUaqI/s400/irreversible-0311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088795964058701938" border="0" /></a><br />...<span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />I am home alone and I call you on the phone...after some initial pleasentries we have come to the conclusion that we are both alone and could use some company...you agree to come to my house even though it is about 1/2 hour drive from yours, but where I live is much more secluded.<br /><br />It doesn't take long for you to enter my home and pull me into your arms and make me hold you tight and allow you to feel the comfort of being in my arms.<br /><br />I caress your back so slightly first on the outside of your blouse and then underneath. The back rub is exactly what you needed. I can feel the stress of the day leaving your body. We embrace and softly kiss each other. This was not going to be a night of animal lust, this was a night for tenderness. We have not seen each other in about 2 weeks and even though our loins are filled with lust and desire, the need for feeling loved and being in the arms of another over rides the animal instinct to pounce.<br /><br />We kiss softly and slowly, taking in one another. We find ourselves slowly moving towards my bedroom...<br /><br />You pause by my bathroom and I can see your mind racing with thought, you lead me in there as you turn on the shower. You know that when we shower together I enjoy washing your hair and massaging your scalp and back. You undress me and direct me into the warm shower, I wait patiently for you to join me.<br /><br />After you have undressed yourself, I see a hand pulling the shower curtain aside, there you are so beautiful and soft. The wanting in your eyes and the body language of love and affection have taken over your every being...<br /><br />I turn you so that you are under the water, allowing the spray of the massager relax every fiber of your being, you give into the heat of the water and your lust as I run my fingers through your hair, you begin running your hand down between us, I think that you are moving your hand downward to massage my throbbing lust for you. But no, with a surprise you begin touching yourself, you start masturbating in the shower giving into the stress free environment that you have found yourself in. I am aroused even more as I watch you slowly but purposefully start bringing yourself to climax. I love watching you masturbate and you know this and expose me for it. I try to touch you, but you brush my hand away and tell me to just watch. I obey your request and watch you reach one of the biggest orgasms of your life, your body goes limp and you fall into my arms and you look up into my eyes and you say to me in your softest erotic tone..."you can take me now"<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-1560616509427208066?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-41801091687562083402007-02-21T20:59:00.000-08:002007-02-21T21:05:32.127-08:00I am back bitches!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h1PDBV-yYIo/Rd0kfGxiFcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9YyWjjFAStY/s1600-h/creampie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h1PDBV-yYIo/Rd0kfGxiFcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9YyWjjFAStY/s400/creampie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034220075282994626" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-4180109168756208340?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1145376225189419282006-04-18T09:01:00.000-07:002006-04-18T15:10:19.000-07:00She likes it Rough- Remix (Guest Post)<div style="font-family:verdana;"><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I have my own blog. Alas, the following material isn't something I want some of my readers to see. The owner of this blog is one of my best friends. He is letting me post because I need to share.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I wanted the title to make reference to the first time I fucked a fan. But, he is more than a fan… and it was one of the most orgasmic experiences of my life. This is a true story. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I wait for him at a coffee shop. I read a paper and drink water. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Nervous, I try to keep myself from looking up at every movement, every shadow. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Ours was a virtual introduction. I receive many emails… but this one caught my eye. It was ambiguous and simple, sweet and interesting and I was hooked. I couldn't even really tell you why. I didn't even know the sex of the author. I just knew I was intrigued. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">There was a week of constant emails and IM's… one phone conversation. It was frantic and exciting.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I was completely infatuated before I even knew what he looked like. I saw his picture… and my stomach tightened, I couldn't stop smiling and my pussy was instantly wet. I wanted some. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Now, I wait… hoping to god the attraction is the same in person. Is this a date? No. It's more like, an appointment… for sex. I know what I want… I know what he wants. We want to fuck. There is no time for anything else; you see… there are spouses. This is elicit, illegal, immoral… and erotic as fuck. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I stare at my newspaper, trying to absorb the slightest piece of newsworthy information… and I'm lost. Ill. Excited. Then, there it is. His presence. I look up and smile and stand to offer a hug. I am most definitely attracted. It's fucking on. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">We stand in line to buy coffee. We are planning to chat a bit. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Not much is said before he puts both hands on my face and says "Lets just get this out of the way"… then his lips are on mine… his tongue is touching mine. I'm on fucking fire. My cunt is aching to be touched by him. Just him. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">We sit down at a table, his knee touching mine. His hand on my leg. There's obvious chemistry. I can't stop looking at him. He's fucking fascinating. His words… his face, his body. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">We decide to walk around a bit. He pulls me into secluded spots… kissing me, teasing me. He knows how bad I want him and he makes it worse. We walk more, find another spot and he presses me against the wall. "I can smell your pussy from here" as he slides his hand into my pants… rubbing my wet slit. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I can't take it anymore. I need him inside me. On me… I want his cock in my mouth. We make arrangements to meet at a motel not too far away. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">On the drive over I keep thinking about how he'll fuck me. I get wetter and wetter. I'm throbbing. I'll probably explode the second he touches me. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">We unlock the door and step into our room… then the frenzied kissing begins. He pushes me into the wall, tongues touching, he's grinding into me. I'm panting like a fucking desperate whore. I don't even remember the clothes coming off. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I'm laying on the edge of the bed… knees pulled up to my chest. He's kneeling between my thighs, licking me. Fingers inside, pushing me open… knowing how to fill me up… I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm going to cry. Then I feel another finger slide into my ass. Fuck… he's so hot. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">He's rough. I need it like that. I move back onto the bed and he climbs up over me. I ask him to fuck my face. I can't use my hands… He's over me… cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Hitting the back of my throat while he looks down at me. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">He wants me to cum… he lays between my thighs and licks my clit… fingers me gently… and then he starts nibbling… and I explode when he bites my clit. It's pain… pleasure pain. My hips come immediately off the bed. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Now, it's time to fuck. I'm a slut. I like getting fucked… I like getting my ass slapped and being called a whore. Especially with strangers who make my pussy so wet I hardly know my own name. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">The condom is on… and he's on me. In me. The rhythm of his hips is perfect. His cock is fat and it fills me. He knows how to use the short strokes… he knows where my gspot is and he fucks me hard. I cum again… all over him. He doesn't want to come yet, but he has to. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Oh wait… there's more. We lie naked, in recovery. Talking. No worries, just lust. Just lust. Time goes by and we're ready for more. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">He's the master. I do as I'm told. He puts me on the dresser, leaned against the wall, my thighs pressed into my chest… and he's fucking me. I can see it sliding in and out. He kisses me. He's rough and that turns me on. He puts his hand on my throat, I feel my pussy contract. This position is precarious, dangerous… we move to the chair. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">He sits… I ride him. Hard. Porn star. I grind my pussy onto his cock like I'll die if I stop. He watches me, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples… The way he looks at me. The quickness of my orgasm catches me off guard. 2 orgasms is 'multiple' for me. This man, he knows my pussy- I cum for a third time. I cum hard and shake. My legs get weak and I collapse on him. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">He's ready… he takes me to the bed. Tells me to get on all fours and then he takes me from behind. Slapping my ass harder and harder as he fucks the hell out of me. I want him to cum. I want to be the cause of this mans orgasm. I want him to want me as bad as I want him. I don't cum from behind. I don't know how. It doesn't work. Yes, girl… it does now. Fuck… Me… Not fair. There is no build up… it's just there. Hard and quick. Number 4. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Son of a bitch. This can't be a one time thing. I need this. I just need this.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p></div><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114537622518941928?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1145152853476930802006-04-15T18:23:00.000-07:002006-05-04T19:24:16.016-07:00Pink Panties Part I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/7452986_f470218f67.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/7452986_f470218f67.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The business trip that I was on was into it's 12th straight day. We were talking throughout my trip and I was missing you beyond belief. You knew my itenirary and you knew that I was scheduled to be in Philly for the next 4 days.<br /><br />I fly into Philadelphia, pick up my luggage and take the shuttle over to the car rental. I picked up my car and headed to the hotel. I get to the lobby and the girl and the front desk welcomes me back. This is the fourth time in three months that I have been to this hotel. My room key was ready and they had already pre-checked me in. Always a convenience when you are tired from flying.<br /><br />My room was the same suite that I always stay in. My little home away from home. Little did I realize that you had made a mental note of this fact.<br /><br />As I am unpacking I hear a knock on my door. I assume it is a clerk from the hotel to have me sign my credit card receipt which had become a familiar routine.<br /><br />I answer the door and there you were! You had a beautiful cashmere sweater with charcol gray skirt. You looked amazing. I stood there in utter disbelief. There was no way I was witnessing what I was seeing. You had made it very clear in a previous conversation that you were going to busy and otherwise occupied and would call me whenever you were able to. I had become accustomed to this.<br /><br />As my jaw was dropping you ran into my arms and put your soft sweet lips against mine! It was the first time we have ever met in person. We have had a billion conversations over the im and the phone. I opened my mouth and you slid your soft tongue in my mouth. I took in every part of your soft kisses on my lips. I could feel the arousal in my pants and so could you.<br /><br />I lift your skirt to squeeze your beautiful ass and you were wearing pink panties underneath. You knew I would appreaciate the pink panties. I was backing up into my room not allowing one moment for our lips to part, pulling you with me as you were pushing me backwards. Once you kicked the door closed with your foot is the moment I reached under your sweater. I had to feel those perfect breasts that I had until now only admired in photographs.<br /><br />It was not long before you sweater was off and you were standing there in your pink panties and your white bra. I took you all in. I memorized every square inch of your body, from the soft light brown hair to the beautifully tanned body. You were more amazing in person than I had ever dreamed of.<br /><br />You pushed me onto the bed. I was lying on my back as you began to pull my pants off. My erection was strong and willing. It did not take long for you to expose the member that you had been longing for. You took it in your mouth as if you owned it. You wrapped your sweet soft lips around the head of my thick pulsating member and began stroking it up and down. Making sure that you were able to take in every inch of me into your mouth. You took ownership of my cock and you made it yours.<br /><br />I was able to reach and undo your bra and pull off your panties at this moment. I watched you lovingly suck my member nude. I was ready to explode! You could tell, you could feel my cock swelling inside your mouth. I lifted your head and looked at me with those beautiful eyes and without saying a word you knew. You knew that I wanted to return the favor. I flipped you off of my cock and onto your back. We switched positions in the blink of an eye. One second you had you mouth full of my cock ready to swallow every ounce of desire that was about to be released and in an instant you were on your back with your legs spread feeling my tongue so softly kissing your hardened clit.<br /><br />Your clit was throbbing, it was ready to explode.....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114515285347693080?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1143390396923683012006-03-26T07:59:00.000-08:002006-03-26T09:04:37.450-08:00What's Your Name?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/COUP004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/COUP004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It was a warm summer night. I saw you across the room in the bar. You were wearing a black sundress, you were stunning. Your tan skin glistening with the lights coming from the bar, the way the light reflected off your silky brown hair and the sparkle in your eyes.<br /><br />I was watching you, you caught me looking at you, working up the courage to come over to get to know you. You were occupied with the company you were keeping. You were not there to be picked up on, you were taking care of business and it was obvious.<br /><br />As the night started to wind down and the bar was closing we ran into each other. We were both trying to hail a taxi. I was over the limit and it became obvious that you were too...We agreed to share a cab, since they were few and far between and as it turns out we did not stay far from each other.<br /><br />You mentioned that you saw me that evening and was curious. I knew I was not the only one feeling the attraction. As we spoke in the cab, we began with more than just chat, it was a conversation that people have that know each other, we were both just resisting the urge to not jump the others bones. But then it happened....your strap fell off your shoulder. I leaned over to brush it back on your shoulders and right then in an instant we both went to kiss each other.....we began kissing long and deep, I did not put your strap back on your shoulder I pulled it further down to expose your beautiful breasts....Your breasts were nice and firm and were ready to be caressed, I obliged and began massaging your breast, I could tell that as I was teasing your nipples your hips began moving. You were being aroused through the erotic sensation of your nipples. I slid my hand up your dress only to feel the moistness of your desire seeping through your panties. Your panties were soaked with desire.<br /><br />I slid your thong to the side and slipped 2 fingers into you easily....I began kissing you and fingering you in the back seat of the cab. At one point we just looked at each other and then over to the front seat and notice the driver watching in his rear view mirror. This only made it more erotic and exciting...you became even wetter and begged for yet another finger.<br /><br />I could feel your hand running up my leg and you began to unzip my trousers, and then we heard "first stop". This was not only the first stop but the last stop. We were at your place, I tossed the cabbie a 100 dollar bill and told him to keep the change. He was ecstatic. He watched two people in the back seat of his cab steam up his windows and was tipped for it.<br /><br />We entered your building, trying to make time and the elevator move faster. It was not fast enough. I stood behind you as we watched the elevator come down to the bottom for us to enter. I stroked your hair and kissed the back of your neck. I slid my hand up your skirt, teasing your clit. The security cameras were catching every moment of the erotic tease.<br /><br />Finally the elevator door opened......we entered alone and were extremely pleased that we did not have to share it with anyone else at that moment. No sooner did the doors close, you turned around to face me, unzipping my trousers and pulled out my throbbing cock. You held it in your hand stroking it and then dropping to your knees. You wrapped your soft wet lips around it and began sucking and stroking it. On your knees you were taking me in and out of your mouth, your dress slowly slipping off of you once again, exposing those breasts.......<br /><br />The elevator door opened, luckily your apt was across the elevator doors....my cock was still outside of my pants as I lifted your skirt. You could feel me pressing it against your ass while you were stumbling with your keys. You and I both knew what was coming....<br /><br />You finally get the door open, and throw your keys on the table. I lift your dress, pull your panties to the side, face you against the wall and take you right there. You are facing the wall as I slide my throbbing cock inside of you....you are being taken with desire. I can feel you dripping your hot wet juices down the shaft of my cock each and every time I thrust. I hear you moaning against the wall. You aren't able to control yourself.<br /><br />Then all at once you scream......you scream with the most erotic sound I have ever heard and I feel your pussy tighten around my cock. Then a gush of your cum slides down my shaft! I pump a few more times as you beg for me to explode inside of you. You beg and scream, cum inside me baby, cum now....I tease you with my cock and wait for you to beg until you can't take it anymore, then all at once you feel me release my hot cum inside of you. You are filled with desires that we were expressing from the moment we decided to share the cab..................<br /><br />Then it dawned on me.......what's your name?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114339039692368301?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1142276189062464142006-03-13T10:55:00.000-08:002006-03-13T10:57:49.776-08:00Your cologne is like pussy lubeRead this! This is what we did this weekend<br /><br /><a href="http://sayitquick.blogspot.com/2006/03/motel-9.html">Motel 9</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114227618906246414?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1141596744008730052006-03-05T13:36:00.000-08:002006-03-05T14:12:24.050-08:00From dawn to dusk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/search_for_the_snow_leopard_tent_sex_preview.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/search_for_the_snow_leopard_tent_sex_preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The sun is beginning to set, we have spent the entire day out in the ocean. We have allowed our skin to shrivel and we have the taste of salt on our lips from the waves that have pounded us all day.<br /><br />We decided to say what the hell and watch the sunset. We take a walk down the beach with hopes of finding someone that has planned their evening a little better than we had. We originally were only going to surf for a couple of hours. However, with all the fun we lost track of time. We had no intention on being there so late.<br /><br />We stumble on a group of people that had started a bon fire on the beach and we were invited to join them and enjoy the warmth of the fire. Oh, the heat was so nice, thawing our bones from the freezing water and now the cold salty air.<br /><br />This made for a moment that we have enjoyed a million times together, sitting on the beach by the fire, making new friends. Laughing and holding each other.<br /><br />The romance of the day and the evening are beginning to take it's toll on our emotions. I slowly slide my hand in between your legs under the blanket. I can feel the heat from your mound and it is not from the heat of the fire. The fire between your legs emits the heat of lust and passion. I rub your mound under the blankets, trying to be discreet so that the others around don't catch on to what we are doing....<br /><br />I look up and notice that no one is paying attention to anyone, it seems that the mood has taken over everyone. Everyone is embraced with their partner kissing, holding, touching.<br /><br />Without any delay we decide to leave the fire and head back to our part of the beach. The area we staked out earlier in the day. We get into the little pup tent that we have and begin kissing each other and touching one another.<br /><br />I zip up the door to the tent so that no one can look in.....and begin to kiss you deeper and softer than we have ever kissed before. I slid my hand down your sweat pants. You don't have any panties on, so I am able to penetrate you with my finger without objection. You are so wet at this time that I am able to slide two fingers in with ease.<br /><br />You moan as you feel my fingers fucking you, while I kiss you deeply. You want me to make you cum. You press your mound on my hand, fucking my fingers harder and faster. I can feel you beginning to clinch....I pull my fingers out of you and can see the juices flowing down my fingers. I take your pants down and start licking your clit, I want you to cum on my face, I want to taste you and you want to give me a taste of your sweet nector.<br /><br />You cum quickly once you feel my tongue on you and you oblige by cumming on my face and allowing me to taste every ounce of you.<br /><br />You beg for me to slide my cock inside of you. I pull my sweat pants down, my cock is throbbing and has been waiting with anticipation for the go ahead.<br /><br />I slide my throbbing member into you with ease. You can feel me fill you up with my muscle, you can feel the throbbing of my head going in and out of you.<br /><br />You beg for me to go deeper and faster. I drive my muscle deep inside of you at your command and you gasp for air as I drive it all the way in you. I slide it out slowly to allow you to catch your breath and you pull me back in. You are ready to feel me shoot my hot load deep inside of you. You want to feel my juices fill you.<br /><br />I explode as you have requested, you cum at the same time. The inside of the tent is hot and steamy and we are both gasping for air. We open the little window zip to get some fresh air and we both just lay there. Holding on to each other and kissing one another.<br /><br />It is time to head home now, so we pack up our stuff and get to the truck. Just looking at each other knowing what we had just done, and no one was any the wiser.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114159674400873005?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1141277275602919352006-03-01T21:08:00.000-08:002006-03-01T21:27:55.626-08:00It's gonna be a while<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/nWp83QmUkUDWPXymVWUetpow3C99.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/nWp83QmUkUDWPXymVWUetpow3C99.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We realized that with my new job that we would be seeing a lot less of each other. This was known yet unspoken when we met that night. We knew things were going to change, yet we did not mumble a single syllable about it.<br /><br />We held each other in an embrace that felt much like the one you have when you are about to get on the plane to go see your parents over the holidays. Knowing that other than the phone we won't have any contact for a couple of weeks.<br /><br />I slid my hand down between your legs, you began to squirm and the tension that was rising in your pants was ready to be released. I rubbed you in that spot that you love on the outside of your jeans. You pushed my hand harder onto you and helped me help you release that orgasm that you had been wanting all day, but was waiting to have until you saw me. I love when you purposefully don't masturbate that day because you know I am coming over. The orgasm is so intense and amazing.......<br /><br />I slid my hand into your pants, but did not slide them in your panties just yet. The constricting pressure of my hand between your jeans and your mound adds to the pressure and your pelvis begins to thrust forward, applying more and more pressure so that you can cum once more. You cum and your legs begin to get weak. You can't take it anymore and you pull your pants off and throw me onto the bed.<br /><br />You waste no time in getting my pants off and getting on top of me. We had a moment of humor when we realized that you still had your panties on. I did not seem to mind and neither did you as we simply slid them to the side as you grabbed my throbbing cock and slipped it inside of you.<br /><br />The initial feeling of my cock sliding into your already dripping pussy is a feeling that we both enjoy and express with our sighs of sex. You lay down on top of me as I thrust in and out of you. You sit up and begin to rub your clit as my cock thrusts in and out of you. You are are to the point of releasing yet another orgasm. You cum, you cum hard, so hard that you have to get off of me and catch your breath.<br /><br />Your body is tingling all over with the ecstasy. We lay next to each other and just look into each others eyes. I try to touch you and your body is oversensed. You laughingly tell me to wait a minute for you to regain your composure. I don't mind. I know the wait is worth it. While we are lying next to each other you begin stroking my cock, just so that I know you plan on keeping it hard for when you are ready. We begin kissing deeply, deeper than we usually kiss. I stroke your hair while you stroke my cock. Then all at once you pull me on top of you. I slide inside of you again and you moan at the pleasure of feeling me inside of you again. This time I am in control, I have you underneath me and I am stroking you knowing how sensitive you are. Slow at first, but the thrusts begin to become faster and harder, you are ready to cum again. I am ready to release inside of you, we work together in unison. You tell me to hold on and to wait for you to cum. I try to hold back as well as I can. You know I won't be able to hold on that much longer and then all at once we both explode. You feel me cumming deep inside of you and I can feel your legs release that last orgasm.<br /><br />We just fall next to each other, breathing heavily and looking into each others eyes. Holding each other and kissing.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-114127727560291935?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1139873766521838382006-02-13T15:07:00.000-08:002006-02-13T15:36:09.023-08:00Lunchtime Surprise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/car_sex_movies_sample_three.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/car_sex_movies_sample_three.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I am sitting in my office today wondering what in the hell I am going to do for lunch. I usually go with my friend to lunch everyday. But it so happens that he is in the hospital and had back surgery this morning. It was a planned operation, but needless to say it left me at work without my usual lunch time crowd and friends. It sucks when you don't have your regular friends around to hang with and go to lunch with. You know people you know and trust and you don't have to worry about what you say or who you are talking about. Where I work, that can be a very sticky situation. It is a grown up's version of high school, yet I digress.....<br /><br />So just as I was contemplating actually driving somewhere or just walking across the street to the deli and make my mind go nuts at deciding what kind of sandwich I wanted or was in the mood for, I get a phone call.<br /><br />What are you doing for lunch today she says.<br /><br />No plans, what are you doing?<br /><br />I am turning onto the street your office is located, I figured since I had the day off we could have lunch together.<br /><br />Wow that sounds great!<br /><br />Meet me in the parking lot next to your truck.<br /><br />So I go out to the back just as she comes pulling in. She is a sight for sore eyes needless to say. It has been a while since I have been with her due to the mitigating circumstances of my life and all. She knows exactly what I need without even talking to me. It is so great to be connected to someone like that.<br /><br />She is wearing a red t-shirt and khaki pants. She gets out of her car and gives me the biggest hug I have received in a long time from an adult that is. My daughter rocks when it comes to hugging her daddy, but yet I am straying from the topic.<br /><br />She can see the joy and pleasure in my face and takes pride in providing me with an uplift to my day and my spirits.<br /><br />We decide the Italian place is close and we could actually have a sit down lunch opposed to the usual drive through or rush lunches that we both often have.<br /><br />We have a wonderful lunch, just looking into each other eyes, feeling each other. I of course love making her laugh and that is exactly what I did. I think she spit a little fetuccini on me, but it's a price I am willing to pay to make her laugh.<br /><br />We walk back to my truck, being the gentleman that I am, I open the door for her. She pauses for a moment and then turns around to face me and just wraps her arms around me and kisses me so soft and caring. I got an erection immediately. She obviously noticed and giggled. She knows that a kiss from her along with my hands sliding down her back to feel her pantylines is pretty much all it takes from her.<br /><br />Since we went to lunch late, the parking lot was pretty empty and no one was around. She got into the backseat of my truck and invited me to join her.<br /><br />We begin kissing and touching. I slide my hand between her legs and I can feel the heat coming from her mound through her pants. She did not hesitate to keep my hand there. She said that she was yearning to feel my touch and for me to make her cum. I did not want to disappoint. I rubbed her mound on the outside of her pants until she was bucking and she finally came and she felt so free. She then unzipped her pants and slid my pants inside of her panties so that I could feel and taste her sweet juice. I started to pull my hand out and she quickly pushed it back in and told me that she needed to feel my fingers inside her. She need me to rub her g-spot and make her cum. She had been longing to feel my fingers inside her. I was so excited and my cock was throbbing. She was rubbing it on the outside of my pants with each stroke of my finger going in and out of her. She was beginning to buck again, her legs straightened and she exploded all over my finger. I could feel her sweet juice soaking my finger and now running down my hand.....It was so erotic and exciting.<br /><br />She asked if I felt comfortable enough in the parking lot for her to get on top of me. I of course did not object. The back windows are tinted and no one can see what's inside. She pulled my cock out of my pants, sat on top of me facing me, kissing me and grabbed my cock and slowly put it inside her. She gasped with pleasure. She looked into my eyes and just smiled, as if that is what she needed. I needed it too. I need to feel her hot lips surround my member and embrace it in all its glory.<br /><br />She began riding me. I could not contain or refrain from exploding, she could sense it and asked me to hang in there for just another minute. She wanted to cum together, she wanted us to explode at the same time. I held back as she began to tighten her lips around my shaft, I could feel that she was getting ready to explode. She bit my lip and said now! We came, we came hard and together. We were both out of breath, but we managed to keep kissing each other and I continued to run my fingers through her hair.<br /><br />We just sat there for a minute looking into each others eyes kissing, knowing that we both needed that and we were both there for each other for that moment.<br /><br />We got dressed and started to make our way back to my office, when all of the sudden she comes closer to me and unzips her pants. I looked over and she was unzipping her pants enough for me to slide my finger into her. She wanted me to take my finger and insert it in her so she could lick off our combined juice. I was beginning to get aroused again. I did exactly what she asked and then she kissed me again.<br /><br />We got to the parking lot, no any wiser of what we had just done. She gave me a kiss and asked me if I was coming over tonight. I figure I would stop by :-)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113987376652183838?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1139512858090739532006-02-09T11:18:00.000-08:002006-02-09T11:20:58.120-08:00HNT Anon #6<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/Picture%20164.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/Picture%20164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I LOVE THIS PIC....I find it VERY erotic....hope you enjoy.<br /><br /><br />Don't forget to get me your HNT so we can post them for everyone to enjoy! pantylines@gmail.com</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113951285809073953?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1139262450695770962006-02-06T13:43:00.000-08:002006-02-06T13:47:30.730-08:00The last 2 days<span style="font-family:arial;">Ok, the white trash super bowl party was great. However I got a call from pseudo and she informed me that she didn't have any feelings for me anymore!!! WTF.....</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">And if that isn't enough....today I was told by my boss that I am losing my job. He has graciously given me 30 days to get a new one!!!</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">So I might not be posting much other than the anon HNT, which I am still accepting pictures for....</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Happy B-Day by the way to <a href="http://anyonesgirl.blogspot.com/">Kim</a> and <a href="http://www.gymgurl2112.blogspot.com/">Gigi</a>.......<br /><br /><br />send your anon pics to pantylines@gmail.com<br /><br /><br />We have had some great ones, and I hope they keep coming</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113926245069577096?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1138901985245139192006-02-02T09:38:00.000-08:002006-02-02T09:39:45.266-08:00HNT Anon #5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/P3270014-c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/P3270014-c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This is a GREAT one!!!!<br /><br />HAPPY Anon HNT!!!!!<br /><br />Keep them coming and I will keep posting......<br /><br /><br />pantylines@gmail.com</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113890198524513919?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1138758271844070712006-01-31T17:35:00.000-08:002006-02-01T10:26:56.016-08:00Sex with a fever<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/lovemaking.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/lovemaking.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It is the season whether we like it or not we come down with the flu of some degree.<br /><br />Sex while you have a fever is something that usually isn't thought about or even discussed, but I find myself unusually horny when I am not feeling well. It seems the higher the fever the higher the sex drive.<br /><br />I could be out for the count and all my body parts and muscles are aching, however bring sex into the equation and then somewhere from the depths of sexuality I am able to rise to the occasion.<br /><br />Welcome the flu season<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113875827184407071?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1138294182298923852006-01-26T08:45:00.000-08:002006-01-26T08:49:42.350-08:00HNT Anon #4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/hnt4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/hnt4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Please enjoy this anon HNT. I know I did.<br /><br /><br />Remember to send your anon pics to pantylines@gmail.com and I will get them up in the order I receive them.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113829418229892385?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1138065902212614162006-01-23T17:25:00.000-08:002006-01-23T17:30:21.906-08:00Vegas Part 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/anallesbians0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/anallesbians0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Going to Vegas on VIP status definitely has its rewards. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">On Saturday night we were clubbing at Bellagio and decided that we wanted to head over to this other club at Caesar’s. So we get in the limo and head over to the hotel. Now you can walk from Bellagio to Caesar's in about 8 minutes…There is a bridge that connects the two together. But we decided that taking a limo would be the way to go, since it was available to us at our beck and call.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">We pull up to the hotel and get out of the limo, all the while people are looking at us trying to figure out who we were. Now the good thing about going to Vegas with Hollywood producers is that most people don’t know who they are or what they look like, but Vegas knows who they are!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So we go into the hotel and see that the club is hoping. It must be, the line to get in overflows onto the casino floor and almost out the door. We walk right up to VIP and walk in. We get stamped and seated in our VIP area and begin drinking, the 10 min limo ride was too much of a break in the flow of alcohol…</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The women at the clubs in Vegas are H-O-T for the most part and they love to dance right against the VIP ropes in hopes that they can get in. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Needless to say, I had my eye on one and she had her eye on me. She was brunette, about 5’6” and her cup size was a solid C if not a small D. I leave the VIP area to cruise to the restroom. The 10 Red Bull/Kettle One’s were ready to start leaving my body.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">She follows me, and waited for me to get out of the bathroom. I had sensed that she was going to follow me, so I got hooked up with a condom from the bathroom attendant. You can ask for them and they do have them….FYI</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">She grabs me as I am exiting the bathroom and puts my hands around her waist and wants me to dance with her. She tempts me by kissing me. OH MY GOD she was such a good kisser. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">But PL is not dumb. I know that all she really wanted was to get in our little party on the other side of the ropes. So while I am kissing her, I say “you want to visit the VIP don’t you?” she says “that would be nice”. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I was not surprised in the least. These are the whores that don’t call themselves whores, because they don’t take cash, but they will drink and party up with you in the private area. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I grab her by the hand as if to lead her to the VIP area and took a small detour. There was a quieter, darker room in the club where people tend to go in order to be “alone”. We start making out some more, I slide my hand up her blouse and in her bra to feel those beautiful breasts. God they were nice. I slide my hand under her skirt and feel how moist she has become knowing that she might actually make it to the other side for once. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I slide her thong to the side, slip my finger in her and get her to moan just enough to want the whole thing. We go to the corner quietly and I bend her over right there. I slide the condom on and then slide my cock right into her moist pussy. I could not believe it. There were people there pretending not to watch, but they were and that was fine with me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I pounded her for quite a bit, giving her the reach around and she was getting totally into it. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">After I came, I zipped up my pants and turned her around and started kissing on her a little bit more. I told her that I need to go let my body guard know that I wanted to add her to the party and to get her in. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">That is what I told her. I never did any such thing. I left her in the dark room waiting for me to come back to get her. And she didn’t even bother to come back over to check what was going on. Hint, if she would have made the effort to come over after a bit, I would have let her in, but she didn’t. I don’t know why she didn’t but I am glad I didn’t have to let her through. It just added to the satisfaction of knowing that her intentions were to use me and not give me anything and get in. I took control got what I wanted and didn’t get used.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I LOVE Vegas!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113806590221261416?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1137714285428257372006-01-19T15:41:00.000-08:002006-01-19T15:44:45.446-08:00Vegas for the weekend<span style="font-family: arial;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/bellagio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/bellagio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">What happens in Vegas will be posted here! I am off for the weekend to Vegas and will report back all the events.<br /><br />Bellagio here I come!!!!!<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113771428542825737?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1137690036877148412006-01-19T08:59:00.000-08:002006-01-19T09:00:36.913-08:00HNT Anon #3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/MVC-018F11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/MVC-018F11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you anon for this weeks pic :-)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113769003687714841?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1137628134276198362006-01-18T15:46:00.000-08:002006-01-18T15:48:54.280-08:00It must be love - (Madness)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/nude-couple-blond.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/nude-couple-blond.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">I heard this song on my way to work this morning and I just love the lyrics. Thank god for Sirius....now I can listen to music I like.<br /><br />It must be love by Madness<br /><br />I never thought I'd miss you</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Half as much as I do</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> And I never thought I'd feel this way</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> The way I feel</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> About you</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> As soon as I wake up</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Every night, every day</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> I know that it's you I need</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> To take the blues away</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> It must be love, love, love</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> It must be love, love, love</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Nothing more, nothing less</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Love is the best </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> How can it be that we can</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Say so much without words?</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Bless you and bless me</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Bless the bees</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> And the birds</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> I've got to be near you</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Every night, every day</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> I couldn't be happy</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Any other way </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> It must be love, love, love</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> It must be love, love, love</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Nothing more, nothing less</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Love is the best</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> As soon as I wake up</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Every night, every day</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> I know that it's you I need</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> To take the blues away</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> It must be love, love, love</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> It must be love, love, love</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Nothing more, nothing less</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Love is the best</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> It must be love, love, love..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113762813427619836?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1137543620811516182006-01-17T16:16:00.000-08:002006-01-17T16:20:20.840-08:00Blowjobs 101<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/smg38.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/smg38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://sayitquick.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">This needs to be read! Click to read :-)</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113754362081151618?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1137453730158721772006-01-16T15:14:00.000-08:002006-01-16T15:22:10.186-08:00The L Word<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/miakirshner.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/miakirshner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">The new season of <a href="http://www.sho.com/site/lword/home.do">The L Word</a> started a couple of weeks ago.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Being a big fan of lesbians, this of course has got to be on the top of my favorite shows list.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I tivo this and everything. I love the actress that plays Jenny on the show. If you watch it or know about it then you know who I am talking about.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">If you get <a href="http://www.sho.com/site/homepage/index.do">Showtime</a>, then I would strongly suggest this as a must see.<br /><br />I would invite Mia into my bed with a whole box of crackers!!!!<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/21.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 322px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113745373015872177?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1137198473822825462006-01-13T15:59:00.000-08:002006-01-13T16:27:53.846-08:00Tonight is just for you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/cunnilingus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/cunnilingus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">I took you by the hand and led you into your bedroom. I pulled you close to me putting my hands around your waist. I start kissing you softly and slowly. Rubbing your back and pulling up your sweater.<br /><br />I could feel you as you tingled to my touch. All your senses were raised. I slowly undressed you as I kissed each and every part of your body. I kissed your lips, your neck, your chest, your wrists all the way down your stomach.<br /><br />I slowly move you and have you lie down on the bed. I start kissing you from your head on down again, this time I get to your pants and I slowly unbutton and pull them down. There you are with nothing on but your panties which I can see have been moistened to this point. I pull them off to expose your womanly desire and your mound automatically thrusts towards my lips.<br /><br />I reach up with my free hand to massage your breasts and rub your erect nipples in between my fingers. I slide my tongue on your throbbing pussy and begin to softly and gently lick your clit which is hardened and ready to be pleased.<br /><br />As I am licking your clit, I take 2 of my fingers and slowly slide them into your wet slit. They insert with ease and you demonstrate your pleasure with a soft moan. I slide my fingers in and out of you while I lick you up and down. I can taste your juices as they begin to flow. Your hips start thrusting, so I lick and finger in unison with your thrusts. I can feel you tightening up and you are about ready to explode and cum. I urge you to let go, to cum on me to let it all out. You arch your back and your legs straighten and then I can taste and feel your cum, you rock your hips back and forth to release your entire orgasm.<br /><br />You lie there for a moment and start to return the favor. I simply kiss you on the lips and tell you that tonight was for you. I dress you in your pj's and kiss you good night.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113719847382282546?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1137083940178491092006-01-12T08:37:00.000-08:002006-01-12T08:39:00.200-08:00HNT Anon #2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/076.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Happy Anon HNT<br /><br />This is the second of what I hope to be of many.<br /><br />Please send me your anon pics and I will post them in the order I receive them<br /><br />pantylines@gmail.com<br /><br />PL<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113708394017849109?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1137020944536436942006-01-11T14:33:00.000-08:002006-01-11T15:09:04.560-08:00Mounted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/orgasm-on-top-fucking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/orgasm-on-top-fucking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">After dinner we went back to your house and into your room. I was sitting on your bed and you were putting some things away and we were talking. I leaned in to kiss you and you kissed me back passionately. I immediately became aroused and was glad that you had the same thing on your mind that I had on mine.<br /><br />You disrobed yourself right in front of me. Allowing me to view you. To see your beautiful skin, your perky breasts with nipples already erect. You instructed me to pull my pants down. I stood up to take off my shoes and pants and you had me sit back down and instructed me that only my pants needed to come down.<br /><br />I was sitting on the edge of your bed with my Levi's around my ankles and with my boxer shorts still on. You came over to me, grabbed my hand and put it on your already hot throbbing slit. I began rubbing your mound, teasing your clit, making you more and more aroused. You started playing with one nipple as I start sensually twisting the other. Your nipples were providing you with a direct line to moistening my fingers. I slowly slid my fingers into your soaking slit. You made a quiet gasp of ecstasy as you could feel me fingering you as the juices began flowing out of you. As soon as you came all over my hand you pushed me onto my back.<br /><br />At this moment I thought it was time for you to mount my throbbing cock. Yet you surprised me once more. You pulled out my stiff rod and started stroking it. You straddled my thigh and began thrusting your hot pulsating lips against my muscle. With every stroke of my cock you thrust against my leg. You started thrusting and stroking harder, you felt the pre-cum against your body as you stroked my cock, you lifted the juices from your chest and off the tip of my member and licked it clean. As you were licking the pre-cum off you were able to cum violently all over my leg. I could feel the orgasm juices flow from you and onto my leg.<br /><br />I was ready to fill your inner walls with my member and you were too. You climbed on top of me with my cock in your hand and easily inserted it into your soaking pussy. You rode my pony as if it were the last time you were going to feel my meat inside of you. You thrusted and stroked with the walls of your pussy, the wetness dripping and soaking both of us. I reached back up to play with your nipples, you grabbed my mouth with your mouth and took me into your face. We kissed so passionately and with the lust that had enveloped each of us. We were sharing each others breaths, breathing heavy and deeply into each other, tasting each other and then all at once, we both came!<br /><br />You felt my load shoot deep inside you, I could feel you releasing your sweetness all down the shaft of my pulsating member at this point. We fell into each other, looking eye to eye, allowing you to come down from the ecstasy that just presented itself. You twitched and twitched until the orgasm had completely left your body.<br /><br />We kissed again and then you unwrapped your lips from my cock and dismounted me. You had the prize that you had set out to obtain and I was fulfilled knowing that it was me that you wanted to feel inside of you.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113702094453643694?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1136850601359932292006-01-09T14:48:00.000-08:002006-01-09T15:50:01.396-08:00The new car<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/story10424-picture12063-L.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/story10424-picture12063-L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/carsex_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/carsex_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">I hadn't seen you in over a week. Since then I had bought a new car, so I decided to surprise you and show up in it.<br /><br />Wow, you got a new car, very nice.<br /><br />Why thank you....do you like it?<br /><br />Yeah, where is your truck?<br /><br />I left it at home, I wanted to show you my new toy.<br /><br />It's very nice, are you going to keep the truck?<br /><br />Of course, would you like to take a ride in it?<br /><br />Why wouldn't I?<br /><br />Ok, let's go, where do you want to go?<br /><br />I don't know let's just see where we end up.<br /><br />So we go heading up the freeway toward the beaches. We end up driving the coast by La Jolla. The evening sky has turned to night now and we begin talking. I parked the car at a local beach so that we can just talk and discuss how our holiday's went with each other. We missed each other a little more than we both were willing to admit. But that is neither here nor there.<br /><br />You ask me if I had broken it in yet. Being a guy, I said of course the engine is ready to go and broken in. You smiled at me and let me know that isn't what you were talking about.<br /><br />Oh, no I have broken in it that way yet, I was hoping you could help me with that.<br /><br />Of course, that is what I was hoping you would say.<br /><br />You lean over and start kissing my neck and licking my ear. You know I love it when you do that....<br />I start rubbing up your leg and you gladly spread them wider for me to feel you .<br />I am hard as a diamond at this point. And I can feel the moistness seeping through your jeans.<br /><br />You spread your legs far enough so that I can get my hand far enough down your pants for me to slide my finger into your soaking slit. You love it when I can feel how wet you get when we are alone. You know it arouses me beyond control.<br /><br />You pull my hand out of your pants and start licking my finger, directing me to take your pants completely off...I love it when you direct me and let me know through your body language what you want me to do to you.<br /><br />Once I have your pants off, you have me slide mind down to expose my throbbing hard cock. You climb over the gear shift so delicately and grab my cock to put it inside of you as you come over.<br />Now you are facing me, kissing me, having my cock fill you. You begin to slide up and down my shaft kissing me. I lift your shirt to expose your breasts and begin kissing and sucking on your erect nipples. This causes you to increase the momentum of your thrusts on my cock. I can feel you getting ready to explode. You tighten your sweet swollen lips around my shaft and begin to cum all over me. I can feel the juices flowing from you and the vice grip you have on my shaft makes me explode deep inside of you.<br /><br />Now we are sitting there facing each other kissing and caressing and all the juices are flowing freely out of your love box onto my shaft.<br /><br />You give me a soft kiss and tell me, now that is the way to break in a car. I smile and laugh.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113685060135993229?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401915.post-1136479403738797602006-01-05T08:41:00.000-08:002006-01-05T08:43:23.763-08:00HNT Anon #1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/1600/4kylehnt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2408/1176/320/4kylehnt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">This is the first of hopefully many HNT Anon to come! I hope you enjoy!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13401915-113647940373879760?l=ilovepantylines.blogspot.com'/></div>pantylineshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07461487872152689559noreply@blogger.com12