hallowe’en

October 29, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

there is something about hallowe’en that i particularly appreciate. it’s a time you can be someone you aren’t, try on another skin so to speak.

for me it’s a time when i can whip out my old bettie page outfits and turn them into costumes that inevitably have people saying ‘where did you get that???’ as though an outfit that good can be found all boxed up and ready to go.

i had a girl day yesterday… i got up and went to a pilates class and then wandered the town getting a few last minute things like beer and weed and then i went home and watched tv in my pyjamas for a while.

this was to sort of rest for the party you see. eventually i got myself off the couch and went and had one of those ritualistic showers that you have either before sex dates early on in a relationship or when you’re in the mood to pay particular attention to your self.

i trimmed my pussy and shaved everything religiously and gave my feet a nice scrub with the pumice and generally just hung out in the shower becoming deliciously languid and relaxed.

afterward i transformed my face and hair, had another beer and threw on my outfit. it in fact took me less than an hour to get ready and i had one of the five best costumes in the room. i’m not telling y’all what it was, if you know me you would know it for certain from me telling you that.

regardless there were tall boots and a pvc catsuit involved.

the people at this party usually see my exercise clothes and my straggly hair. in a way i came out as a female last night. it was my ’see i am in fact a hot chick’ moment… and it worked, the boys were stunned and the girls were impressed and i got felt up by lots of people there.

and hammered. hammered off my enormously tall ass.

i let a nice boy walk me home, a boy i would never sleep with in a million years and i stumbled and crawled and told him that i was going to pass out and that he was welcome to sleep over but not to expect anything.

clearly i underestimated myself.

first i threw up… that was fun. it did however make me feel a lot better so i was happy to do it. made this morning much more bearable. (i had eaten something cakey many hours earlier and it hadn’t digested in the slightest… i think my body rejected it.)

then while he was using the bathroom i changed into my flannel pyjamas which made him somehow more randy. i know, weird right? i just barfed and now i’m wearing flannel and now you’re twice as horny? his only complaint was that he didn’t get to watch the change.

but it’s been a while so even though i thought my mouth tasted repulsive i decided maybe he could taste the toothpaste instead and let him have it. and everything else.

he was fooling around a little with me and not really expecting much i think but i was feeling horny… so i told him where the condoms were and the lovely man went and went and went some more.

he had a lovely penis and strong arms so he could ride me properly and he did this thing where he reached around and used his fingers almost brutally and i gushed all over him. i made the most enormous wet spot i’ve ever made and i enjoyed every second of it and my cunt is still throbbing with use 12 hours later.

in fact it’s feeling lonely now.

i slightly regret fucking someone anonymously in a group as small as the one i was partying with… such things tend not to remain secret for long… but i don’t mind if my rep gets a tiny bit of dirty attached. most people who know me won’t believe it’s true anyway…

i slightly regret not asking out the host… but he was in host mode so i’ll do that next time i see him.

i slightly regret not letting that other guy take me home sooner [only to avoid the total drunkness... and because i think he would have been more inventive]… but he smelled of cigarettes and lovely boy didn’t… and lovely boy sort of reminded me of my ex husband in his body and face.

i slightly regret not giving the streetcar driver who told me my outfit made his night my phone number. actually no, i regret that one a lot.

sweet young thing. i’m a bad bad girl i’m discovering about myself and i like it.

who knew i’d spend my twenties as a ‘nice girl’ and turn into a slut at thirty five?

not me that’s for sure… but i can’t wait to see what i catch next time i go hunting.

best part? he woke me up to lock the door behind him when he left a couple of hours later… so i got to wake up alone. bliss.

question: if i see him again do i ignore him? whisper in his ear that i want round two or just say hi and act like nothing happened?

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moon bathing

October 27, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

she had been in the car since eight o’clock this morning and had hardly stopped the whole time. she had opened her windows at last some place in southern ohio but now she was wearing far too much for the weather.

this morning as she had packed for her impulsive little jaunt she had left a change of clothes on the seat beside her in anticipation of this moment.

atlanta.

the place where the heat was almost guaranteed no matter how cold it was when she left in the middle of the night.

okay, okay, at the crack of dawn.

atlanta. that place where the heat hits and the pavement steams. where even though the windows are open and you’ve unzipped or removed the three sweaters you were wearing up there in canada you are finally just overdressed.

time for shorts as it were.

she made her way through the highways of the city, they were quiet because it was late now but she could see clearly by the light of the low hanging moon and the lamps spaced intermittently along the freeway.

as she left the city behind she kept her eyes peeled for a rest stop and was satisfied to find that her vigilance was soon rewarded. pulling off the highway she admired the moonlight on the trees and just coating the crest of a small hill with it’s silvery light.

grabbing her much lighter clothing she made her way inside but the place was so grotty that she was unwilling to use it for anything but the usual stand and hope to make the toilet bowl with your pee.

she washed up while trying not to actually touch any of the surfaces she faced and walked outside. although there was no one in sight there were a few cars to be found and she shook her head a little and walked back to her car.

as she walked she found her gaze drawn again and again to the small hill in front of her.

fuck it.

she walked up and over the hill and was delighted to discover a small glade filled with trees and a gentle little bowl filled with old leaves and wild grass.

she looked around once more.

she grinned wickedly.

she tore off her heavy clothing and stood, limmed by the moonlight, skin drinking in the cool, silver light.

it almost felt as though mother nature was painting her in moon bathing energy. she couldn’t bear to put on any more clothing, she just couldn’t. so she stood, in a scrap of bra and lovely panties, and drank in the moonlight.

she lost track of how long she stood there before she found her hands reverently tracing the path the moonlight was laying out for her. touching crests of bone and valleys of shadow along her smooth skin.

the faintest goose bumps rose along her breasts and abdomen and she shivered ever so slightly as her nipples rose in response. one finger found a crested peak and teased it, pulling and pinching gently.

her breath quickened and her second hand continued following the moonlight.

she could feel her arousal now like a weight between her legs. a weight that pulled her to her knees on the loamy ground. she kneeled, legs spread wide and open to the moon as her back arched and her breasts lifted like an offering to the universe.

a long, slow groan left her then as her hand traced her female curves through the sopping scrap of lace between her legs. she moved and played with the material and denied herself direct contact for some time as she reverently made love with the moon.

one hand dropped back to support her and the other, impatient now, darted beneath her sopping knickers and thrust two fingers into her welcoming folds. she thrust once, and once again and then took her fingers out and lowered her panties away from her core.

her throbbing and wet core.

fast now, almost merciless she rubbed herself until she was gasping and mewling and her hips were shuddering. her hips that had lifted off her heels until she was arched, one hand and both knees on the ground but her mons way up and pointing to the moon.

she could feel the moonlight now, directly on her just where she wanted it. she had never realised that moonlight was something that could be felt but she did and she opened herself to it as her hand rubbed her aching clit frantically.

trembling on her knees now she felt herself lift and lift into her ministrations and shudders rocked her body and she cried out, heedless of anything but her pleasure as she quaked and quaked again before crying out again and collapsing back to the ground with her finger still resting on her throbbing clit.

she could feel her juices dripping out of her and into the earth like an offering and she smiled sated and lay, feet under her and body resting, spent on the ground and yet still reverent.

what a vision she presented, body loved by moonlight and hand resting on her sex as she lay, open to anything and panting on the yielding ground with her juices moisturizing the earth. she felt lost, as if in a waking dream and she may have even dozed a moment, the kind of daze that immense and reverent pleasure brings with it.

it was still in this state of lust filled daze that she heard him “would you mind if i licked you clean?”

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renewal

October 24, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

he had met her only recently but their connection had hit hard and fast. with the first kiss their breath had quickened, their hearts pounded and their bodies were yielding to each other.

they had managed to hold off and only make out for a while but after two weeks of that he had slipped a hand into her baggy trousers one night. one night where she wasn’t feeling well and he was just supposed to kiss her good night.

one little kiss good night that had led to a long kiss goodnight followed by another and a third and suddenly they were making out on the couch like teenagers.

the couch that was at least a foot shorter than either of them so her legs had fallen to the floor. at one point he stroked down her side to the bottom of her incredibly baggy sweats (what she always wore when she wasn’t feeling well) and then stroked back up her leg inside her pants.

imagine their surprise when his hand found her wet, willing and totally uncovered by fabric sex. they both stilled a moment and then with a little mewl she arched her hips slightly and pressed into his hand.

his extremely willing hand that delighted in the feel of her warm folds nestling within their nest of neatly trimmed pubic hair. his long fingers slid inside her and she gasped again.

it had been such a time since her body had been touched in this way that she found herself shuddering at the edge of orgasm and panting into his mouth before he had hardly had a chance to do anything.

in fact, she was lost in waves of orgasm before either of them expected it and then they both stopped and just stared.

smiling wickedly she kissed him again and writhed against him. “care to stay over?” she asked and laughed a little as he accepted with alacrity.

it had been a while for both of them and they were quite shy. still believing that they had the power of restraint they went to bed in shorts and Ts and snuggled up together.

the clothes didn’t last long.

in fact snuggling didn’t last long.

they started to kiss again and almost instantly their hands were roaming each other’s skin feverishly. her hands found most of him, but not all, they were both a little shy yet.

he skimmed his hands to her hips and slid her shirt up to bare a little piece of heaven. two pert, well formed c cups stared back at him with nipples slowly reaching for him.

he sighed with something like awe and dropped his mouth to her hardening buds to suckle and nibble and enjoy her gasped entreaties to nibble just a little harder.

she hardly noticed when his hands returned to her shorts and slid them from her. in fact she might not have noticed a marching band she was so lost in the sensations he was creating.

she had nearly forgotten how good it could be.

she mewled a little in protest as his lips left her stiff nipples but was silenced when he kissed his way up her body to ravage her mouth. they stayed like that, his hands playing her body like harp strings and she quivering in his grip as their tongues met and mated once more.

soon he could bear it no longer and he left her lips to travel down her body to her sopping pussy. he teased for a while, nibbling at the labia and fucking her with his tongue while she moaned under him and her head thrashed a little in response.

her breath shortened and she started to gasp when his masterful tongue found her clit at last. she liked to play with herself and tease her body just at the point of climax for as long as she could, long enough that sometimes it felt like hours… but this?

there was no way she could resist this, the man was a genius. why he was practically reading her mind!

her hips lifted and lifted again as her body surged with the sensations he was evoking in her body and she shuddered in place as he lapped at and bathed her sopping slit.

sensing that she was close again he took two of his ridiculously long fingers and slid them into her dark depths and just teased at the thick rubbery wall of her vagina right behind her clit. yes, her g-spot… that elusive pleasure giver no one had really found before.

she screamed and shuddered and cried out and tried to pull away from the agonies of pleasure she was feeling but he cupped the back of her hips with his other hand and added a third finger to his play.

her pelvis bucked and her mons shoved into his demanding tongue and she moaned and moaned again when she felt a fourth finger join the third. she had never realised that four fingers would even fit let alone feel so good!

he stilled for a second and she lay there, pelvis off the ground and body quivering before ever so gently lapping her from his fingers to her clit once, twice with caresses as light as butterflies and she felt herself gush all over his hand as he redoubled their thrusts and continued stroking her oh so gently until she screamed out loud and her hips pistoned and she came all over him.

she soaked his hand and herself as she came hard and fast and her hips bucked and bucked until she lay on the bed, his hand still inside her and gently stroking but his mouth coming to meet hers.

they kissed langorously and she nestled into him and looked a question at him. “sleep” he said “you’re exhausted and there’s plenty of time for me in the morning…” and he smiled and kissed her again before turning her firmly.

as she drifted off to sleep with a lovely warm man wrapped around her body and aftershocks pulsing to her toes she thought to herself “i could get used to this…”

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bubbles …2

October 21, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

bubbles …1

i freeze like a deer in the headlights and stare at you as you tug off your shirt and bra in one easy motion. i’m still shuddering onto my fingers and i can feel myself becoming more aroused regardless.

you stand there, in your old sweats with your beautiful breasts free and proud, nipples relaxed because there is a lot of heat in this room already but as i watch they begin to rise and our eyes meet.

there’s a question in yours, a hesitation that surprises me until i realise that you don’t know what i was just fantasising about. i smile, slowly and look you up and down without making any effort to disguise the lust in my veins.

my mouth opens a little and i lick my lips as i slide my fingers out of my throbbing hole and hold that same hand up to you “i was just thinking about you” i say and watch your face light up.

i sit up cross legged and say “the tub is kind of cool now, why don’t you hop in and then we can heat it up once your skin is acclimatised” and you shimmy out of your jeans and drop your socks as you step into the warm water. we both smile then, like nervous deer, and laugh shakily. you sit down in place with a sigh and we sit there looking at each other.

“do you want to lean on my chest and have a soak?” i ask and you nod, sighing as you lay down against me. my hand, almost of it’s own accord, slides around to rest on your belly button.

we talk a little, about our days and the happenings in our lives, as i feel you slowly relax against me. eventually your limbs feel as languid as my own and i start to gently stroke your taut stomach.

you sigh, one long slow exhalation, and i feel the last of your day leave your body as you grow heavy against me. “wash me?” you ask in an almost plaintive voice.

“of course” and you sit up as i gather my tools.

i lather up a washcloth and trace the curves of your spine with it. moving in long slow sweeps and digging in to anywhere that feels tight with my thumbs or the cloth. you sigh and relax even more and i work for some time on your back and arms, hands thrilling to the feel of your skin and body on fire with desire for you.

this time is necessary for you to feel as relaxed as i do, you were so tense when you stepped in to the tub. i’m not exactly racing either, i’ve never done this before! i rinse your back and then stand and slide around you and sort of shoo you to the backrest.

you lay back, eyes closed and peaceful smile on your face as i lift one foot into my lap. i wash each toe with the cloth. savouring these moments of exploration and enjoying your soft sighs and smiles as i learn your body.

i work my way up both of your legs but i leave your center alone for now and start working my way up your sides and across your collarbones. you are panting gently now, eyes still closed but pink suffusing your cheeks.

i work the washcloth back down to your navel and stop. suddenly shy and uncertain. you gather yourself and move up suddenly until you are facing me on your knees.

i put a hand on either armrest and slowly bend my elbows until our faces are a few inches apart. you stop then and look into my eyes as if searching for something, i gaze steadily back at you for a time and then, impatient, i reach my head to yours and touch our lips.

you startle, but only for a second, and then i bend my elbows again to drop my lips to within millimetres of your own. we look at each other, bodies quivering but not touching and then imperceptibly we move and our lips meet.

softly at first, small kisses on the lips and your hands touch my back as our mouths explore each other. my hands are busy and you start to take advantage by running a finger up and down my spine and cupping my head with the other.

our lips part and our tongues thrust and i lose the strength in my arms and sort of collapse in to you. you laugh softly “this would be easier in my bedroom” and i nod almost dumbly as i pull the plug on the tub.

“shower to rinse off” you ask and i nod again before turning to operate the taps. you are there behind me as i do it, pressing your nexus into my buttocks and stroking my back and sides as i work the taps. my legs tremble and you laugh again before reaching around to just graze one of my nipples.

i gasp and feel a jolt rush through me and a fresh gush of moisture lubricates my pulsing pussy. i sway and you catch me as the hot water hits us. you grab the soap and allow me to stand up but you hold me there against you as you run the soap across my torso and hips.

i shudder and shake and you laugh once more before you swipe the soap across my sensitive button. i moan and you move away and allow the hot water to rinse the suds from my body. you turn me where i stand and give my back the same treatment.

i am dumb with desire, my lips slack and my eyes glazing over as i concentrate on staying upright during your divine ministrations.

you take a tiny, almost imperceptible, step and our nipples graze our chests. you look at me, held helpless in your grip and desire flooding my body and then lean in to my mouth and plunder it with your tongue.

you hold me against you and our bodies slide and move in a rhythm as ancient as earth. i moan again with the feelings that come from imagined pleasure meeting real life and sway again.

you push me to the wall and drop both hands to my buttocks and your knees bend as you slide down my body and in one swift motion plant your mouth on my throbbing clit.

i convulse against you and you grab my sacrum firmly with one hand and slide the other down the crack of my buttock to tease my sopping entrance.

i try to writhe but you hold me firmly against your face and one finger slides in to me… just about an inch and you probe gently. prolonging the teasing as i moan. heedless of the noise i make as i ride the wave of pleasure you’re surfing me on.

you slide your hand from my sacrum up my spine and around to tease at my rigid nipples as another finger and then a third joins it’s partner inside my pulsing cunt.

i’m losing the ability to track now as your tongue writes an alphabet of pleasure on my throbbing button. you shove an impossible fourth finger into me and pump my sopping cunt. i can’t stop myself and i scream as my body erupts into another shuddering orgasm and you lap and lap at me, your strokes gentling with my shudders until i slump there and you slide back up my quivering body and catch my lips with yours.

i shudder onto your hand as your mouth captures mine and i taste your sweet mouth and my own come from your lips and tongue.

your hand departs my pussy unbearably fast and “bedroom, now” you say as you step out of the tub.

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thanks!

October 19, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

i really like something that anne elizabeth does over on make my cop come which is that she thanks her commenters by linking them on a regular basis. so i’m going to do the same thing.

because see, without you and those of you who visit every day i wouldn’t feel like anyone cared about my smutty little imaginings and i wouldn’t want to post them as much. so, from the bottom of my heart (and with sloppy wetness), thank you.

anastasia over on sexualité

supercock on cumslut and supercock

anne elizabeth of make my cop come

dirty little girl with her dirty little mind

tara tainton

shay of shay’s sex column (home of cocktoberfest!)

holiday’s the holiday life

dirtyboy’s dirty thoughts

semi-celibate man’s erotica

male slut nyc

english rose’s diary

camilla and her erotic archives

torn shorts

eros in his wunderland

and asterix and dorothy and sunny of course… although dorothy hasn’t been by in a while. perhaps i’ll post a flogging tale for her…

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nuit blanche

October 17, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

[nuit blanche is an art event started in paris where public spaces are transformed into art for one twelve hour night and it's all free to the public]

she and her friends went wandering the streets of their city with an event map in hand and joy in their hearts. what a lovely idea, to make of their city a living museum and transform many public spaces into art.

a few they found particularly beautiful but mostly they just enjoyed meandering along the streets and watching their fellow citizens take in the sights.

eventually one of them flagged and hopped transit for home and the other continued her walk as she wound her way through a few exhibits that were on her way home.

she stopped a while at a small pond and fountain that had been transformed with lights and small sculptures of letters and a pair of slippers. smiling almost wistfully she took in the unabashed romanticism of the scene and wondered at the hopefulness of youth.

such flights of romance were beyond her these days, in fact she felt particularly beaten down by the idea of romance lately. not so beaten down that she didn’t slowly wander the path around this unabashedly romantic exhibit and definetely not too beaten down to sit on a lovely bench in a small copse of trees.

she sat there for a time and the small waterfall lulled her until she fell into a wondering daze. the crowds slowly diminished until not even the moon was up and then no one at all for a time.

long enough that she began to feel almost that she was in a glade in the woods rather than the middle of a large city. long enough that the water moved through a blur of candlelight and her eyes began to lose focus.

a couple wandered in to her field of view but she was so far away that she didn’t even stir as they wandered around the pond and danced across the stepping stones.

a small smile crossed the watchers face as the man caught the woman to him and twirled her once before dipping her. the woman gasped in mingled fear and delight as she arched back and her long blonde hair floated on the water.

she giggled and caught her breath as she was pulled up, pelvis glued to his, and left to dangle off one hand as he kissed her thorougly.

still kissing her, their bodies plastered together, he brought them up to stand and in one fluid motion lifted her on to his hips. they stood like that for endless time just kissing and slowly undulating against each other.

the watcher found herself leaning forward ever so slightly. her motion so slow as to be unremarkable by even the most skittish of wild things she bent almost double on the bench to peer more closely at the young people.

he left off kissing the blonde a moment to look around before walking, dancing really, across the uneven rocks to the edge of the pool and thence to a large tree standing less then ten feet from where the woman was sitting.

ten feet such that she could see their bodies and mouths but not really their faces and they could not see her at all.

he walked the willowy blonde right up to the tree and left her leaning against it with her legs around him as he worked to lift her blouse and expose her beautiful and unfettered breasts to the air.

her nipples crisped and he bent almost double to lavish them with attention. the one in the bushes found her own fingers creeping to her nipples in unconscious mimicry of their actions.

the blonde gasped and arched against the tree as her man began nibbling and tonguing her nipples. her rosy crested and extremely puckered nipples.

before she had a chance to settle in to his ministrations he lowered her legs from his hips and unsnapped her button flys with one quick tug and then down came her jeans.

she wasn’t wearing underwear either and her pussy, closely trimmed to a fine down of blonde curls braved the night air.

she opened her mouth, clearly about to protest their location but he forestalled her by dropping to his knees before her and plundering her glistening labia with his tongue.

the one watching shuddered and felt her own nether regions pulse in response and began to work her erect nipples even more harshly. she dropped to her knees before the bench and released her own button flys. was she ever glad she didn’t have zippers tonight!

the lady on the tree was shaking her head from side to side now, alternately gripping his hair with her hands and playing with her own nipples. her pelvis was slowly bowing away from the tree as she shoved her demanding clit into his willing face and he, he pinned the back of her pelvis with one arm and with the other he found her dripping entry.

her warm, silken, delicious, sodden, blond, winking hole in fact. he found her with three of his fingers at once and she howled as he thrust them into her which was a good thing because the watcher had gasped loudly and began fingering her own sopping clitoris while still teasing a nipple with the other.

the one watching unconsciously mimicked the rhythm of his thrusts with her hand as she watched him fuck the perfect body with his fingers and mouth. that perfect body that was writhing now except where his arm held her prisoner and he rode her and rode her with his mouth until she screamed.

he wasn’t finished though, even as she was still quivering against the tree he unsheathed his sword and rammed himself into her to the hilt. she screamed again and bucked against him as he fucked her into the tree and he took her bottom and lifted her with him until she hooked her feet behind his back.

and he settled in, her back on the tree and his hands on her bottom as he drove them both faster and faster. they were panting now, tongues tangling and mouths slipping and sliding to each others necks as they rode their sopping connection as hard as they could.

the lady in the bushes was heedless of any noise she made now, her hand brutalising her clit as her other hand pinched and tweaked both her nipples alternately. she bucked along with them and pumped her hips again and again as she watched the beautiful bodies in front of her drive themselves into an oblivion.

she saw his rhythm stagger and heard him begin to moan as he thrust and shuddered and exploded into the sopping wetness that was the woman against the tree and he shuddered and shuddered again and he began to shoot into her.

the young lady reached yet another climax as she felt his hot sperm erupt inside of her and she groaned long and loud as she trembled and shook against him. the one watching could take no more and groaned with them as she collapsed in a quivering orgasmic heap on the ground.

their bodies convulsed as they all came together and then the young couple collapsed against each other and kissed languidly while still joined at the root.

they stayed like that for time out of mind until finally he slipped out of her sopping entrance and dropped again to catch their juices with his tongue.

he licked her clean then as she gasped and begged and told him to stop while holding his hair for dear life until she came once more with an inarticulate cry and he released her quivering pussy and stood, dragging his body along hers and her jeans along with him as he covered her nakedness.

almost reverently he kissed her nipples one at a time before dropping her shirt to her waist and kissing her once more. she moaned again at the taste of their combined pleasure in her mouth and the watcher sighed to herself to watch them have such care for each other.

the pert young blonde dropped now to her own knees and cleaned him off. cleaned him until he was half aroused and he stopped her ’save it for later love’ and she kissed his gorgeous cock once in a kind of promise and then placed him back into his clothes as he had done for her.

like him she slid up his body and they kissed once more before turning to find the next exhibit along the trail.

the watcher lay where she had landed, one hand still on her throbbing clitoris and a soft smile on her face. maybe romance wasn’t dead after all.

and once again, in it’s own unique way, art inspires another soul.

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juju

October 14, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

i’ve been thinking about something i read over at another blog about beautiful women. according to this post “beautiful women are never truly single, and they never are truly alone. It may feel that way to them, but there is always one or more men around trying to make them happy. Please note, this doesn’t equal happiness, it just means that they never have to be alone. They soft land relationships, too, easing from one relationship to another. It’s too easy for that to happen. There are too many men willing to try and willing to hang on to something that is concluding.“

and at first i got all het up about it. all up in my drawers so to speak. i was like pissed a little. and then i started to think about it. i was all wait a minute, maybe that’s not quite what he means. maybe he’s talking about something else but SAYING beautiful. and that doesn’t even address the hordes of women willing to hang on to beautiful men at any cost.

anyway, i know those women, the ones who are never without a man. the ones who are approached while they’re dancing ‘cheek to cheek’ with their honey and a cut-in is offered. the ones who just have that thing.

and i’ve started to call it juju or mojo or sexual presence… but for this post let us call it juju. having juju doesn’t make you beautiful and being beautiful doesn’t give you juju.

i know this. the reason that i know this is because of a conversation that i had the other day with a few clients. in fact i’m going to repeat it right now

bad: as you can see i’m addicted to my job.
y: yeah that must be so nice.
bad: yeah i’m really blessed to have found my calling
y: (mother of two and happily married) i’m jealous
bad: well but think about this, you’re married with two kids and i haven’t been asked on a date in four years. in fact i seem to fly under the man radar, it’s like they don’t see me. so you know sure, i got a calling…
z: ahhh it’s about balance
bad: exactly
z: seriously? four years?
bad: yeah it really is like i’m invisible
x: but you’re GORGEOUS! (in tone of genuine disbelief rather than ass kissing)
bad: i know but they don’t see me… *shrugs*

and if that isn’t enough for you? i was standing on the street last week reading and waiting for transit and a man walked by and said ‘hello beautiful’ and didn’t even stop. just wanted to tell me i was beautiful.

so, i think i’m entitled to an opinion at least a little. what’s interesting is that i have the other side of the coin too.

i went for dinner with a hot friend of mine one night and we walked in and sat down and our waiter came over and she goes ‘he was so checking you out’ and i hadn’t noticed but i did note that he was paying attention to me on the way back.

then she started to talk. about nothings, what we would have for appetizers or something equally irrelevant and i wasn’t there anymore. he stopped noticing me except when i said something particularly clever and then only to sort of pay attention to the ugly friend as opposed to actually interested in what i have to say.

in her defense? she oozes sex.

in mine? i don’t.

so i think what that guy is talking about is ‘hot’ and not ‘beautiful’ because i’m the second and she’s the first and she’s the one with the string of boys and the soft landings.

but let me tell you, that doesn’t make her landings any easier than mine!

i sure wish i knew how they did it though, the ones with the juju. it’s inexplicable but it totally works and there is something so effortless and easy about it.

they don’t even try for it, they’re out for dinner with their long lost friend and laughing like kids and every person of the correct sexual orientation and a few that aren’t are drooling over them and getting twitchy in their pink bits.

but it’s not because they’re beautiful or smart or well muscled or tall or fit or striking… cause i’m all of those things with great hair to boot and i ain’t got the juju.

i wish there was a little blue pill for juju…

or a hot cock sitting right beside me.

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slats …2

October 12, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

slats one

he caught himself, over the next while, imagining her at the oddest times. he would be sitting with his friends or his girlfriend or working and suddenly a wave of lust would hit him and he would be back there at his window.

his window. that evil temptation.

it was like a giant magnet that sucked at him. he lost track of the time he spent there staring at her window. willing her to be there.

he would watch her even as she watched television. anything to see her, it didn’t matter what she was doing. it didn’t even matter when she was wearing her flannel pyjamas. if anything those made her hotter.

he knew that she masturbated sometimes. she would push back from her computer, her computer that was placed such that he could only see the top of her head.. he had concluded it was the computer because she watched television from the couch, and she would make haste to what was obviously her bedroom with her clothing askew and a look on her face that one could only describe as horny.

sometimes her hand was in her pants already and those times were the nights that tortured him the most. he knew exactly what she was doing and what the parts she was touching looked like but he couldn’t see her or hear her or smell her.

he groaned, cock pulsing at the thought of her smell and was brought back to the present by a voice repeating his name over and over again. he startled, coming out of his reverie to see his exasperated new girlfriend looking back at him.

“i do not know what your problem is but you are clearly not here with me and you haven’t been for weeks. i’m going now, if you want to see me you know where to find me… ” and she stood to storm out.

and paused a moment to say “and don’t! try to follow me. i’m too angry for words. if you actually want to spend time with ME rather than the wall above my head? call me. otherwise? have a nice life”

make that ex girlfriend he thought to himself as she stomped out.

this was insane, this woman that he had never met or smelled or touched was wreaking havoc in his life. he was going to have to move or seal off the window or something. dazed he paid the bill and took himself home.

he didn’t dare look too closely at his motivation as he walked up the stairs to her room. it was her room even though she’d never set foot in it. how could it be anything else? her presence in this room filled the rest of his life with her unattainable self.

he leaned against the wall, member stirring again with familiar excitement, and peered out. she was curled up under a blanket on her couch with a book. god she was gorgeous, all enraptured and intelligent looking like that. he always preferred a woman who read.

wait now, what was this?

her book was slipping from her grasp and her other hand had wandered under the blanket to play with her nipple. quickly he turned on the camera and started to pray to the sex gods. please let her masturbate! please please please please!

the book dropped to the floor and she reached up to lick the tips of the fingers on her other hand and he stared mesmerized, hardly noticing as his hands worked his belt and zipper to free his raging hard-on from it’s prison. his pants fell to his knees and his cock reared out of his boxer-briefs as he seized the bottle of lube he had left in here.

she had her eyes closed now and her hands were moving more quickly under the blankets. her mouth fell open and then her knees dropped wide and he could clearly see her hand moving on her mons.

her body began to move of it’s own volition as he punished his oiled cock with his hands. he was on fire for her and his body craved this woman he didn’t know like he didn’t recall craving anyone before.

he almost lost the ability to stand when, in one quick move, she tossed the blanket from her body to reveal herself in all her glorious nakedness. her hair spread along the arm of the couch and one hand worked a nipple back and forth while the other teased her clit.

she was moving now, little pelvic thrusts, slowly but with ever increasing rhythm as her hands began to move more feverishly on her flushed body. her mouth was open and she was obviously panting for breath as he felt his balls begin to tighten and his penis pulse… drops of precum glistened and he watched her enraptured as she spread her juices over her slick folds.

her hips began to thrust in earnest now as his mimicked her pace, her arousal goading his own as he began to moan and jerk while his hands stroked his rock hard cock. his throbbing, hot for her cock that was dying to sheathe itself in every one of her holes until the were both so well fucked they couldn’t move.

he wanted to bury his face where her hand was and lap at those glorious lips until she screamed and shuddered into him and then he wanted to stay, not moving, his tongue simply resting on her clit as she shudderd and his fingers played inside her.

he wanted to feel her as she finished and then lap at her again but so exquisitely gently that she would scream with pleasure even as she came again. he wanted to chew on her nipples and ravage her mouth and then return, excrutiatingly slowly, to her sensitized clit to work her to another screaming, gushing orgasm before he finally buried himself again and again in her warm hole.

as though she could hear him there she increased her rhythm and began to work her body with savage intensity. three fingers of one hand entering her and releasing her as her other hand stroked her clit frantically. he could see her cry out but he couldn’t hear her and her pelvis rose and rose from the couch until she was taut like a bowstring and he, his own hips thrusting to match her fingers, shouted.

he shouted out loud as his balls clenched and his body shuddered and he swayed and almost fell and as her hips bucked once and then twice and her face took on that rapturous glow of a woman well pleasured and her hands slowed and then stilled except for a languid in and out with those same three fingers and he came in great long spurts all over the wall in front of him and he fell, spent to his knees and she collapsed, spent to the couch.

and they panted there, together and yet not as each dreamed of the other but only one knew what the other looked like.

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slats

October 10, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

she didn’t know he could see her.

he was sure of this because she was so comfortable in her skin and because she wasn’t watching her moves. she wasn’t moving with that conscious awareness that women adopt when they’re being watched or when they’re out hunting.

she was easy and sensual.

she didn’t mind being watched either.

he was sure of this because she didn’t keep her curtains closed. and because sometimes it seemed almost like she was playing to an unseen audience. he particularly liked the way she glanced at the window as if to ask her audience what their next request was.

he was, however; amused to death by her clear assumption that no one could see her.

he had moved in to this condominium a few months ago and had wondered during inspection why such a wonderful window had full blinds on it. he had wondered further why there were so few lights in the room and why there was no furniture near the window.

then he had noticed the missing slats a few inches below his own eye level and had looked through.

at first all he could see was the building on the other side of the alley and it’s blank windows looking back on him. this was passing strange, why would anyone want to stare at a blank wall?

strange enough that after he moved in he decided to pass the window whenever he thought of it until he felt that he had seen all there was to see across the way. strange enough that he didn’t immediately change the setup of the room.

strange enough that he felt almost pulled to the window.

days passed like this, passed with him watching. he got to know most of his neighbours too, well enough that he wanted to greet them in the street but wasn’t sure how. eventually he grew to enjoy peeking out to see what the neighbourhood was doing without seeing him.

somehow, and later he wondered at this, he didn’t see the small window on the lowest level. it didn’t fit the building and somehow he didn’t really see it. perhaps because it was usually so dim.

tonight the lights were blazing and there was a woman doing.. what was she doing? he peered closer because he could see that she was tall and fit and built like an amazon.

she was… cleaning? but he had never seen cleaning like this. he’d HEARD about it in those letters that people apparently wrote to those magazines but he’d always thought it was some adolescent male fantasy.

she was cleaning all right, cleaning in hot pink underwear and a shirt so tiny that he was pretty sure if he watched long enough he’d see her nipples. the kind of shirt that rode up and exposed the rarely seen bottoms of her breasts.

the kind of shirt that men ached to remove with their teeth.

the kind of shirt that women hated because it wasn’t ‘flattering’ … the kind they cleaned in.

he lost track of how long he stood there watching her work. bending and straightening and occasionally stopping to shimmy to the music, unfettered breasts bouncing beneath her shirt, his cock slowly working it’s way toward his belly button.

his left hand, of it’s own volition, worked it’s way down to gently rub the front of his pants, his member responding with alacrity. it liked her it did.

she worked that way for some time, and finally he watched her sweep up and then cross the room with a towel.

was she going to shower?? oh lord please please please!

he waited there, breath caught in his throat and wondered at himself. fully grown man with a life and a job and a wonderful woman and here he was acting like a boy in the locker room.

but oh that body, and the way she moved!

he stared into her apartment and wondered at himself, he’d always thought such behavior the height of declasse and yet he wasn’t moving away. he had just about convinced himself that he would rearrange the room and change the offending blind when she returned across the room.

he groaned and released himself in one swift tear of buttons. button flys were a gift from the universe! he sprang free, already fully erect and glistening with precum as he watched her and began touching himself.

she must know she had an audience! i mean standing there, towel on her head, with her fingers at her lips looking pensive while water glistened on her bare and steamy skin and her nipples swayed gently with each breath? was that even fair?

absently she reached town and started playing idly with one of her glistening pink nipples.

his gaze burned her and he couldn’t believe she didn’t know he was there. she must. groaning he licked his own hand and began to stroke himself in earnest now.

faster and faster he pumped as she began to move around her home again… clearly noticing things she had missed and giving her place a good finishing touch.

seeing her muscles play and her body move languidly as her breasts bounced and she alternately revealed and hid her well trimmed bush was killing him.

he began to pant and groan slightly as he felt his balls tightening and his anus squeezing. he licked his other hand and began working himself hard now, hand pistoning up and down on his gleaming shaft as he soaked his free hand and then switched, wetter and wetter… faster and faster he pumped as she worked.

finally, with her back to him she began to rearrange the couch cover and cushions. he couldn’t bear it, her pussy peeking from the top of her thighs whenever she bent over far enough and her spectacular ass working the rest of the time.

he felt his body tighten and gather as a wave of release approached his desperately throbbing cock. the cock that only wanted to be inside that pussy that was so close and so unattainable. his hips thrust as he imagined slamming himself into her again and again while she braced her hands on the back of the couch.

he would reach around of course and tease her clit mercilessly as he slammed his shaft into her up to it’s limit. he would wrap one arm across her hips and hold her there while he fucked her and fucked her and fucked her until they both screamed and then as she came at the top of her lungs he would pull out and in one long spurt he would spray her beautiful ass and back with his come.

his hips jerked and twitched and his balls got tighter and tighter until with a long cry he shot and shot all over his hand and his own chest.

he had installed a small video camera with a telephoto lens and a very large harddrive the next day.

…

[i'm not a boy, feel free to tell me what coming feels like from the inside or if anything he does is totally not boylike okay boys?]

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i want

October 7, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

i want the impossible man. i want one whose brain stimulates me like an ass i once knew… and i want one whose body gets me screaming hot like the last man i dumped and the first guy who gave me a non self-induced orgasm. i miss the last man i dumped a lot which is pretty funny because i dumped him because i didn’t miss him.

i miss fucking him a lot though. he loved to go down, did it like a champion and wasn’t afraid to employ fingers to help out. plus? he was 6′4 which is NICE when you’re just shy of six feet yourself.

unfortunately his brain did nothing for me. guy i’ve had a couple of dates with? great brain.

i’m hoping for more chemicals to develop as i get to know him, that tends to happen with brains i find hot… currently i’m doing the date him since it’s not like anyone else is asking thing. i suspect if i keep him around i’ll just fall for him. doesn’t hurt that he cooks.

but i don’t think that he’ll slam me up against a wall.

i’m not sure he’ll be the kind of man who will grab my wrists and hold them above my head while he tortures me with his lips and fingers. *pant*

and i could, easily, just let him find this blog someday and then he would know, but that wouldn’t work for me, i need this place to stay mine. a couple of my neighbours know about it but they don’t count. oh and one friend, but she’s a special case.

i think i’m having a hard time getting past his lack of fitness. i know that seems shallow but i work in the industry and it’s hard not to want to whip him into shape. is it rude that i want to get a man working out? i mean it seems like a healthy enough desire right?

and *i* have pretty muscles so i want whoever i have around to have them too. not enough to give up the right brain, but enough that i wonder if i’ll spark physically with him.

he’s nice to kiss but not… i can’t explain, but that last guy? we kissed good night at the end of our second date and it just sizzled. i slept with him SO much faster than i meant to. this guy? yeah not so much. it was nice and i liked necking with him but i didn’t feel any particular desire to rip his clothes off.

if it’s not there at the beginning is it real if it shows up later?

i want the fantasy. i want a man that i like who makes my brain aroused and one who gets my juices flowing with his unbearable hotness. and you’d be surprised what i think is hot.

i want a man who makes me feel small. i want a man that i miss when he isn’t around. i want a man who fills me to the brim and maybe a smidgen more.

i want a man that i can’t stop kissing because the kissing is just so good… it’s just i need our brains to match up.

alternately? i want to meet a stranger in a bar and fuck him silly against the back wall… and i don’t care to know his name.

lord but a fuckbuddy would come in really handy right now.

hot cock, delicious mouth, fingers… oh the fingers!

my entire being is suffused with nameless and undirected lust.

i am lust. lust is me. targetless lust is an odd place to be.

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