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My Ideal Person I am seeking a male(s) that is Open-Minded, Honest & Trustworthy, Professional, Mature, Respectful, Uninhibited, Circumcised, Generous, Discreet, Hygiene in Excellent ORDER!!!......Anything else you need to know I will fill you in...Don't be Shy...I don't bite unless you want me too!!!!

What are your favorite musicians or bands?:
Lil' Kim, Sade, Anita Baker, Monica Classic 702, and
can't get enough of the old 90's music

Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
If you were to look at the people close to you, how many do you really know? Before you answer too
quickly, think about it, how many of us hide secrets from our family, friends, even from our
lovers? I know that I do, am guessing that the sweet girl
in the coffee shop who blushes fiercely when someone pays
her a complement isn’t as innocent as she appears, nor is
that helpful bag boy at the local market. One thing takes
hold of everyone in the world and makes them unique, that
thing? Sex. Love, lust, monogamy, infidelity, truth,
lies, passion, fear, anger, aggression- it all links back to the same thing.
Sex, and it is our reaction to sex that makes us, us. Now the
story that I am about to tell may shock. I mean how does a Caramel
little thing like me be so depraved? I was born and raised Nee'Sha "Lexi' Larrieux,
I was an experimental teenager, so while my friends were
fawning over the latest heart throb on the TV or in the chart
and chattering about what base they had let their loser
boyfriends get to, I was well on my way to becoming who I am
today; I adored the female form, and after I showered I loved
to look in the mirror seeing the toned calf muscles of the
lower leg giving way the softer form of the thighs and the
soft brown wisps of hair that nestled between them, swelling
outwards and upwards to the buttocks, the gentle curve
of the waist and soft swell of the stomach that reached all
the way to the taught sensitive Caramel sweet skin of the
breasts tipped with large round malt coloured nipples.
While my friends dressed in utilitarian cotton underwear
I loved dressing in sensual underwear, the smooth caress
of silk or satin always made me feel the tingle of desire
between my legs, or the rasp of lace against my breasts as
I moved would make me catch my breath. I had only had one or
two boyfriends before I lost my virginity when I was nineteen,
to a guy I had been dating for while and although I know that no one’s first time is perfect, I was
totally underwhelmed. After a few seconds of thrusting
and his sweaty face over mine, mouth open looking as if he
was about to drool on me, it was over. And most of the guys
since then weren’t much better, so self obsessed that sex
was all about their pleasure, so most of the time, I took
care of myself. So now at twenty-five I hated dating blokes
my age; they always seemed so immature to me, held no real
appeal. I craved a man, not a boy. And not just any man, the man that I craved
more than any was a married man who lived next door to me,
Tom Kincaid. He was thirty five, about 6’2 and had piercing
blue eyes; he played football in the local team each Sunday
morning. Sometimes I went along to watch, like a masochist
I tortured myself, watching his hard muscular frame as
he ran down the pitch, pulling the end of his football jersey
up over his stomach, wiping the sweat from his face with
the end, revealing his taught stomach and this fine line
of hair that trailed from his belly button down towards
his crotch; this innocuous action turned up the heat between
my thighs and made the silk of my underwear damp. I would
lie in my bed some nights thinking of him coming through
my bedroom door, shedding his shirt and gathering me to
him, sucking my lower lip in between his, as his rough hands
roamed over my body. I would think on him as I ran my own hands
over my breasts, pulling and twisting on the nipples, teasing
them into harder peaks. I would think on him as I slid my fingers
lower over my stomach and through the soft curls between
my thighs and it was him I thought of as I pushed two fingers
into my wet tight pussy feeling the muscles of my cunt clench
and suck on my fingers and it was his thumb that moved over
my clit, teasing it in circles making me pant and writhe
on the bed, teasing till I came, stars exploding behind
my eyelids, then I’d be alone again, just me, laying in the
warm cocoon of my bed, two fingers buried deep inside my
sopping pussy. His wife worked as a nurse and was away a lot;
his bedroom window was directly opposite mine, sometimes
I had caught a glimpse of him laying on his bed reading or talking on the
phone and, although I had often longed to see more, I never
had. It was on a night like this that I discovered his little
secret; my room was too warm and no matter which way I lay,
I couldn’t get comfortable in bed. Swinging my legs out of bed I padded
across the thick carpeted floor to open my window, to try
and get a little air, the bright light and flicker of a shadow
from his bedroom caught my eye. Darting back behind my window
frame so he wouldn’t see me I watched him. He was lying back
on his bed stripped to the waist in just a towel. I watched
as he stood and walked to his closet, opened the door and
let his towel drop to the floor at his feet. I gasped in spite
of myself; he had long muscular legs lightly dusted with
hair, perfect high buttocks that tapered in at the base
of his back, his broad shoulders rippled as he searched
through the closet. I stood transfixed at the image before
me. Hoping, praying that he would turn around and let me
have a glimpse of what I yearned for. He was starting to dress,
sliding white boxers up over his legs, only, they didn’t
seem to look like the normal men’s cotton shorts- these
seemed to be looser somehow, made of silk. I gasped when
I realised that he wasn’t wearing simple men’s boxer shorts
but ladies silk French knickers. He ran his fingers gently
over the rear of the fabric smoothing it down and pulled
a matching camisole over his head. I stood speechless as
the object of my desires admired his reflection in the mirror,
running his hands down over the lace trim of the camisole
and over the prominent swelling in his knickers; he walked
across the room and sat on the edge of the bed before pulling
white nylon stockings up over his legs. I watched as he lay
back, running his hand over the outline of his now rock hard
cock through the silk of his panties. I could see the muscle
jerk against his hand; he parted his lips in a moan and reached
his hand inside the panties removing his throbbing prick
from its silken confine, his hand wrapped around the shaft
slowly working up and down. I felt the answering throb of
desire from between my thighs and in a mirror of his actions,
I started to rub my fingertips gently down my stomach, towards
my aching pussy. I felt my legs tremble as my thumb brushed
past my clit, pushing two fingers into my cunt. I gasped,
and started to pump myself with the same leisurely pace
that he was using to jerk his cock. I was so turned on by how
his body looked in those panties, how comfortable he was
and how he was expertly working his cock. I wanted to feel those fingers on me, pulling me close
to his silk clad chest. I groaned at the thought and worked
my fingers quicker inside me, struggling to keep my eyes
focused on this erotic display before me. Then it happened,
his cock jerked in his grasp and the cum flowed from the tip,
spattering over his hand, the silk cami and the bed, at the same time my own orgasm hit me hard,
my stomach muscles contracting, and a gush of fluid from
my pussy that coated my fingers, hand and the tops of my thighs.
I leaned against the window frame in an attempt to catch
my breath but my movement must have startled him; his eyes
flew automatically to my window and he saw me, standing
watching him, my fingers buried deep inside my pussy. He
smiled in my direction, stood up from the bed and walked
towards his window and pulled it shut; kissing the palm
of his hand, he blew a kiss at me and closed his curtains.
Leaving me wondering what the fuck had just happened, had
he known that I had been watching him all along? Had he been
watching me, watch him? I tumbled back into bed and woke
the next morning with the desire for him stronger than ever.
I walked into the bathroom in a daze and stood under the hot spray till it ran cold, all
the time in my mind picturing how good he had looked in the
silk cami and panties, and just how much I wanted him. As
I towelled off and dressed I made my mind up, married man
or not, I had to have him. And judging by last night, he wanted
me as well. I dressed quickly, deciding to wear a pale pink
satin Basque and thong set, pulling on a pair of cut off denim
shorts and a white wrap round sleeveless shirt, pushing
my feet into a pair of flip flops, I headed towards the back
garden to catch a few rays as I tried to figure how I was going
to get closer to him. Pulling on a pair of sunglasses I lay
down on the grass listening to the sound of a lawnmower in
the distance. I must have dozed off, for the next thing I
knew I was hit by icy cold water. I gasped aloud and looked
around to see where it was coming from, it was coming through the hedge, from
Tom’s garden. I yelled out. "Hey what do you think
you’re doing?" The water stopped and all of a sudden
this head popped over the fence, it was him, my cunt throbbed with desire. "Shit,
sorry, did I get you?" I glanced down at my clothes,
feeling the water trickle between my breasts an down over
my legs, the dampness making my tight cut offs even tighter and turning my white shirt
almost transparent. "You think? I’m soaked through."
He grinned sheepishly at me. "I’m sorry Lexi, what
can I do to make it up to you?" The desire evident in
his voice. My breath caught for a fraction of a second, as
a thousand and one thoughts raced through my mind; this
was my chance now, and I’d be damned if I was going to pass it up. "How
about a repeat performance of your little show last night,
only this time without having to watch from my window?"
He looked shocked, and in a cracked voice asked, "You,
uh, you want to watch me wank?" I smiled as I thought
to myself that would be a start at least. "Yes Tom I
want to watch you wank, but not just that I want to watch you dress up in your lingerie before you do."
He gasped and I giggled. "You mean to tell me you’ve
never dressed up for someone before Tom?" I teased.
"But you look so hot in your satin panties." I stepped forwards and opened
the small connecting gate between our two gardens, and
walked into his garden. I could see the outline of his cock press against the crotch of his
jeans. "Come on now Tom, don’t tell me that you don’t
want to, and you said you’d make up for soaking me with that
rotten hose." Just then something struck me. All there was
was a trail of water from the end of the hose to the hedge;
there were no flower beds, no grass, just wooden decking, seeing the
look on my face he must have known what I was thinking. "I
can explain, " he started. I stepped forward wrapped
my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me, gently
biting on his lower lip. "Explain later, " I murmured. "First thing’s first,
you owe me a show." He smiled, took me by the hand leading
me into his house, and upstairs to his room; he motioned
to a chair that was propped in the corner. I made to sit down on it but stopped.
I looked at him and started to unbutton my shirt. "Whaaa,
what are you doing?" he sputtered. I smiled what I
thought was my sauciest smile and said, "Well I can’t go leaving all your furniture wet now can I? I’m just
gonna get outta these wet clothes, you don’t want me to catch
a chill now, do you?" I pulled the wet cotton from my
torso and heard his little whimper of lust as I adjusted
the straps of my Basque. Reaching down I popped open the button of my shorts and wriggled out
of them pushing the clinging fabric down over my thighs
and letting it pool on the floor at my feet; stepping out
of the shorts and my shoes I sat back in the chair, my eyes
fixed on his the entire time. Arching my back as I sat there,
pushing my breasts out towards his gaze, parting my legs
slightly I ran my fingers along my damp thigh and let a soft
moan escape my parted lips. "Fuck Lexi." His
voice was almost a whisper. "What are you trying to
do to me?" I smiled at him and curled my tongue out of the corner of my mouth. "About half
of what I am intending on doing to you, now, strip and get your cute butt into those panties."
He stood to face me and began unbuttoning his shirt. I caught
a flash of emerald green underneath the shirt; he unfastened
his jeans and pushed them down over his legs, toeing off
his shoes at the same time, revealing the wonder of what
lay underneath; he was wearing a silk teddy, the fine straps
slipping off his shoulders and down over his arms, making
my fingers itch to caress him. "Are you sure this is
what you what?" he asked as his hand idly stroked his
cock through the fabric. My voice cracked as I spoke. "Do it, wank for me."
As I watched him standing before me, his eyes closed and
mouth parted slightly, his thick cock encased in green
silk, the muscles in his arm rippling as he worked his cock
back and forth, his movements making the silk whisper against
his skin. I absently started to caress my stomach, running
my fingertips in gentle circles over the pale satin imagining
my hands on him. My mouth, teasing and tasting his flesh.
His eyes caught mine. "God Lexi, this feels so good,
but I want you to touch me, please, I need it." I stood
up from the chair and walked towards him, wrapping my arms
around his neck then down over his hard muscular back, feeling the heat of his skin under my hands, the hardness
of his body under the smooth silk, dropping down to my knees,
level with the glorious sight of his prick straining against
the loose confine of the teddy, pre cum already staining
the fabric a few shades darker. I couldn’t resist running
the tip of my tongue over that spot, feeling the material
soak up the moisture from my mouth. He grasped the back of
my head, pushing his hips forwards, silently begging for
more. I reached up and slipped the delicate straps of the
teddy from his shoulders and arms, letting it fall to the
floor at his feet, his cock exposed to my gaze as I ran my fingers
up his inner thighs and over the soft fuzz of hair that coated
his balls, softly grazing my fingers up over the length
of his shaft as I lent forward to capture him in my mouth.
I could feel his cock jerk against my lips as I swallowed
him inch by inch, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting
the salty sweetness of him; he wrapped his fingers in my
hair and tried to push his cock further into my mouth. Reaching
my hands up I grasped his hips, refusing to let him dictate
the pace and determined to relish every moment, dragging
my lips back to the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around
the tip of his prick, sucking hard on the head hard once,
twice, then pushing his cock into my mouth till his balls
rested on my chin. I could feel his legs shake with the effort
of trying to stay in control; he tugged my hair harder and
pulled his cock from between my lips "Please, "
he begged. "I need to fuck you, please Lexi, let me
fuck you." Standing up to face him, I moulded my body to him and pressed my lips against
his, letting my tongue slide into his mouth and kissing him deeply, he let his hands slide down over
my body cupping and squeezing my arse cheeks that were exposed
by the thin strap of the thong, pulling me against him so
I could feel his erection against my stomach, dropping
to his knees, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic of my
panties and drew them down my legs, urging me to step out
of them he gathered them in his hands and brought them to
his nose, inhaling deeply, a groan escaping from his mouth
"Christ you smell good" he let the bundled panties
fall to the ground and still kneeling he gently parted my
legs and ran his tongue up my inner thigh, the sensation
making me gasp and press my hips forwards, moving me back
to rest on the chair he pulled me forward till I was on the
edge of the seat, leaned forward and softly run his tongue
along the length of my slit, teasing it over the hard nub
of my clit, making me moan, then without warning pushing
his tongue deep inside my cunt, I could feel the muscles
of my pussy clench and suck at his tongue as he grasped my
hips trying to pull me further onto his mouth, the rough
stubble of his chin rasping against the delicate flesh
of my pussy, the muscles of my stomach started to convulse
and I could feel my thighs start to shake as wave after wave
of pleasure washed through my body. I grabbed his hair and
ground my pussy against his face and mouth, guttural cries
flying from my mouth as I bucked and writhed underneath him, my pussy flooding his mouth as
I came. My body sagged limply back against the chair as he
looked up at me, his mouth covered in my sticky sweetness,
I drew him up to face me and kissed him, tasting my pussy on his lips,
I moaned and ran my tongue over his lower lip, standing up
Tom pulled me to my feet and led me over to the bed, getting
me to kneel at the edge, I thought that he was going to fuck
me, but he knelt behind me rubbing my sensitive pussy with
his hand, dipping his fingers inside, he lent down and ran
his tongue down my back and gently started to kiss, suck
and bite on the flesh of my buttocks, he started to pump his
fingers faster inside me the pad of his thumb rubbing against
my clit, then he slid his tongue lower, in between the twin
globes of my ass and started to lick on my asshole, the sensation
was so unbelievably naughty that I gasped aloud and pushed
back against him, he moaned his approval and started to
push his tongue into my hole, jabbing it in and out as if he
was trying to fuck my ass with it, his fingers working furiously
inside my pussy, I wanted more, pushing back onto his tongue
and grinding my hips against his hand, I could hear the blood
pounding in my temples, and cried out as I came again for the second
time in a matter of minutes, I collapsed onto the bed, groaning
as the pleasure swept over my body. I felt the pressure on
the mattress as he moved onto the bed beside me, running
his hands so gently over my body that it was as if he was barely touching me, he moving up my thighs,
softly teasing his fingers over my swollen pussy, making
me groan and gasp for air, across my hips and up the soft swell
of my stomach, his touch on my skin making me shiver with
need, his hands ran over my breasts still encased in the
soft satin, I arched my back from the bed and groaned with
pure lust, bucking my hips gently upwards into thin air,
desperately needing him to touch me, lick me, fuck me, I
was uncontrollable, trembling with lust. It was as if he
had discovered which buttons to press to make me tick, and
was intent on pressing them, over and over again I reached up and kissed him, running my tongue across his
full lips, feeling the rough scrub of his stubble burn against
my skin, placing my hands on his shoulders I pushed him softly
onto his back onto the bed, straddled his chest, reaching
around I unfastened the back of the Basque, then looking
down into his deep blue eyes I slowly pushed the straps down
over my shoulders, bearing my breasts to him, the carmael
skin of each taught mound tipped with a large malt coloured
nipple, I could feel my nipples pearl into harder peaks
under his gaze, he groaned and I felt his cock jerk underneath
me as he brought his hands up to cup my breasts, his thumbs
rubbing across the nipples, making them harder still,
drawing a gasp from me, placing a hand on the small of my back
Tom made me lean towards him, just enough so he could catch
my nipple in his mouth with one slow, hard, suck. I felt the
bolt of lust flashing from my breast to my clit, gently I
ground my hips against him, the friction of his hard body under my wet cunt was enough to make me moan, sliding
from his grasp I moved lower down over his abdomen till the
tip of his prick was against the entrance to my pussy, Tom
reached out, grabbing my hips as he thrust his hard, thick
cock into me, a groan tearing from each of us simultaneously
I could feel the throb of his prick deep inside me, making
my pussy convulse and spasm around his thick shaft, we both
stayed joined like that, savouring the feel of each others
body. "God you feel good, " Tom murmured as his
hands on my hips slowly urged me to move, rocking me back
and forth onto him I parted my lips to speak, but the words were stolen
from my mouth as he slid his fingers between our bodies to
where we were joined and pinched my clit, I could only swear and
moan as he continued to tease my clit, sliding his thick
cock in and out of my cunt. Each time I was close to coming
he changed his tact, keeping me on the edge of orgasm, pulling
me to the edge of the bed Tom stood and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders, run his
hands over my body then grasping my hips hard, pulling me
onto him, the sudden change in position meant that he was
hitting my G spot with each thrust, I could feel my stomach
muscles start to contract and my thighs shake, gasping
for air. "Fuck Tom, don’t stop, please, I’m gonna
come." I cried out, my entire body lifting clear of
the bed, as I twisted and bucked beneath him, my pussy clenching around
this thick cock, My words seemed to knock him over the edge,
and with an animalistic growl he pulled his throbbing prick
from my cunt and came, shooting wads of hot thick NUTT spunk over my pussy and thighs.
"Jesus girl, the things you make me do, ” he said as
he fell onto the bed beside me, pulling me up to lay in his
arms. "Mmmm, " I murmured in agreement. Tom
turned to face me, and softly began stroking my hair. "You
know, I’ve wanted you forever, but I never thought for a moment that you’d be interested in me, especially
if you knew about the underwear." "I’ve wanted
you ever since you moved in next door, ” I confessed, then
after a moment of silence I giggled. "And you looked so hot in your panties, how could I refuse?"
He blushed and said, "There is one thing I have to confess
to." "Oh yeah? What’s that then?" I asked,
nervous flutters starting in my abdomen. "Well,
the truth is that I’ve fantasised about you doing this, wanting me
like this dressed in my panties, then when I saw you watching me through the window last night
I knew that you did want me, even though I am a panty wearing
pervert, you got excited watching me Lexi didn’t you? It
made you want more, didn’t it? But I have to ask, how far are
you willing to go?" I lay there, looking at him for
a moment, not quite sure what he had meant. "It’s true
that after your little performance last night, I was hornier than I’ve ever been; the fact that
you were dressed like that just turned me on more, but what do
you mean how far am I willing to go?" Tom leant in and
pressed his lips gently against mine, teasing the tip of
his tongue across my lower lip before gently sucking and nibbling on it. "I’ve always wanted to be dominated
by a woman, by someone as unabashed about their sexuality
as me, by you." I drew a sharp breath as images of Tom, blindfolded and in
his lingerie, tied to the bed, moaning as I teased him, Tom
knelt on the floor, begging to be allowed to taste my pussy,
and although the idea of domination or bondage had never
appealed to me before, I could picture myself standing
in the centre of the room in vampish underwear and knee high
boots. "You want me to be your, mistress?" Looking
into his eyes I could almost see the same ideas forming in
his mind that were forming in my own, so I spoke to him in a way, I’d never spoken to anyone. "You want to be toyed
with don’t you? Sissy" Tom groaned as the words left
my lips, and I could see the desire in his eyes. "You’re nothing but a panty wearing
pervert, isn’t that right?" His voice cracked as
he answered, "Yes." "Yes? Yes what Tom?" I asked as I sat up on my knees
at the end of the bed. "Yes you’re a little panty wearing
sissy? Is that what you mean?" I could see the reaction
that my words were having as his cock grew hard, the head
tapping against his stomach. The thought that it was my words, me, which was making him react
like this, was an amazing power trip, I could feel my pussy ache for him, my breasts were longing for him to
touch, kiss, lick or even suck on them again, it was as if
by teasing him, I was teasing myself. "Yes Miss, I’m
just a pervert, ” he said as he moved to kneel beside me on
the bed. An idea was forming in my head, there was something that I had always longed to do, and this
seemed the perfect opportunity to act on it. "What should I do with such a dirty pervert
Tom?" Almost instantly he replied, "Punish
him Miss." "I think that you would only enjoy being punished,
that said, I need to teach you a lesson." I paused for
a second, desperately wanting to act on my fantasy but somewhat
scared that it may be too much, even for him. Then again, I may never have the chance again. "Have
you ever been fucked in the ass Tom?" His cock jerked
as I spoke and he groaned with pure lust. "No, but I
want to, I want to be fucked in the ass like a little whore." I smiled, knowing that I had found
someone as willing to push the boundaries of normality
as me. "Then we have a little shopping trip to go on, " I said. Tom looked
confused, "What do you mean?" "Well,
" I started, "you and I are going to go shopping
for a strap on, I think my little whore should have the privilege of choosing which cock he is going to
get fucked with." He shot me a look of pure lust, reached
towards me and wrapping his arms around me he caught my mouth
in a kiss, nibbling on my lower lip and pulling me towards him so tightly that
I couldn’t have moved away, even if I’d wanted to, he was
moaning into my mouth as he kissed me, gently trying to grind
his hips against mine, I could feel the heat of his erection
prod against my stomach, reaching down between our bodies
I wrapped my hand around his cock and softly pumped my wrist
up and down, teasing my other hand between the twin globes
of his perfect arse, I rubbed a finger against his puckered
hole, before slowly pushing it inside. His body reacted
greedily. I felt the muscles clench around my finger, as
I sought out his prostate, when I felt the walnut sized swelling under my fingertip I rubbed it hard back
and forth, mimicking the movement of my hand on his cock.
Tom cried out, jerking his hips and falling against me,
his body clenched around my finger trapping it inside his
tight hole, as a jet of cum shot from the head of his thick
prick, over my hand and stomach. Letting go of his cock and
bringing my hand to my mouth I licked the cum from my fingers,
relishing the salty sticky taste under my tongue, he moaned as he watched me suck my fingers,
making sure that I lapped up every last drop. "I want
to lick my hot, salty cum from you." A bolt of lust shot
through me, as I pictured him lick and suck his way up my body
before thrusting his sticky tongue into my mouth. Laying down onto the bed, gathered in each
other’s embrace, we slept; when I woke a while later he was
still asleep, his head resting on my stomach, looking down at him as his chest
rose and fell softly, the rumble of sleep in his breathing.
I knew that this was only the start, my lingerie wearing
neighbour and me, an unlikely dominatrix, would have lots
more little adventures together.

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