Creamy International Delight!

It was early morning and I poured a cup of coffee. I took a french vanilla creamer single from the box, to add in my coffee. I snapped the small tab backwords and pulled on it to open, but it didn't budge. I pulled and tugged some more trying to open it. But it just was not working with me.

The top covering is so thin, looks very easy to poke a hole in it. I was being very careful not to spill it. Its very small and so good. I wanted all of it in my cup of coffee and not on the counter. So I'm still tugging and it just will not open. After a minute or two, I'm getting more aggressive with it. Really needing that cup of coffee this morning.

So I start adding more force and when I do, it finally opens up and the thin foil on top tears, the cream spills on to my hands, splatters onto my face and all over the front of me. I have on this low cut tank top this morning so most of the cream is on me. Now this stuff is so good I start licking it off my fingers, face, shoulders and chest. if you have ever tasted this delightful cream, well you know how good and sinful it tastes. So here I am licking and trying to get every drop off of me.

By the time I got most of it off, I look down and there is little left in the packet, so I put that in my mouth....mmmm so good. Not wanting to waist a drop of it. Then I reach for another packet to put in my cup of coffee. The second one opened up easier and I poured it into the cup. mmmmmmm so creamy delightful!



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Craving your touch!

Rocking our world

you gently touch me

no one else can

your hardness stirs emotions

so intently inside me

increases with kisses

warm flashes of heat

culmination high and higher

passion between sheets

alone you and me



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My Lovers Halloween Prank!

Bob was a romantic at heart, who loved to joke and make me laugh. He was my high school sweetheart, friend and loving husband. He had his own business, drilling water wells around the lake area, here in Eastern Oklahoma. Most days he would finish early and get home before noon. He loved coming home during the day, while the kids were in school, we could have some private time alone.

It was just days before Halloween and he finished the water well early, he liked surprising me in the middle of the day. It was about 10:30 a.m. and I had been cleaning all morning, not taking time for myself. I thought a long hot shower would be nice.

So I was in the shower when he came in and I didn’t hear him. Well he thought, this would be a good time to scare me in the shower. He went to our daughters room and got the Halloween mask and overalls, that were still hanging behind her door, from the night before. He had put them there to scare her and her friend, that had spent the night.

The overalls were brown thermal with zippers up the side of each leg making them easy to get on or off. The mask was one that covered your whole head, it had hair and was very ugly. Looked like the ugliest old man ever, with a big nose and ears, it even had scars, and big warts on the ears and face.

He put them on, and came into our bedroom, and into the master bath where I was in the shower. When he stepped in front of the glass shower door, I had my back to him and was washing my hair. As I turned around to wash the soap away, I saw something at the door, but with water and soap all over my face couldn’t quite make it out. At that very moment, he swings the door open and started to make a scary sound, but I screamed and backed up to the wall behind me, wanting to get away. My legs went weak I could not catch my breathe and thought I would faint. He saw I was terrified and took the mask off, so I would see it was him. But I still could not move, I was so weak. I raise my hand to hit him, but only managed to tap him on his nose for scaring me. Well this small jester amused him so, he laugh so hard, and went to sit on the bed, still laughing at me and my reaction. I was never so scared and wanted to hit him for it. But I could only laugh too. I finally gained my composure and ran from the shower dripping wet and jumped on top of him, trying to act angry at him for scaring me like that. We lay there laughing for a bit. Then he took me in his arms and we made love...a Halloween delight!



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Another Holiday outing!

The telephone was ringing, as the ole lady picked up, heard, "are you coming"? The loud, young voice ringing in her ear! The ole lady said, "Yes dear, I'll be ready"! The ole lady hung up the phone. She sat there in the hall chair for a bit. Wondering what to wear to this, Holy Wednesday! The little ole lady didn't have many dresses in her almost empty closet. She walked slowly with a limp, her left leg was hurting still, from the pain of staying in bed to long that morning.

She opened the closet door and reached for the dark blue dress. Thoughts of the last time she wore it came to mind. Like today, it was another Holiday. The Buhe ceremony, the young boys singing songs of praise, while bread called, mulmul, was given to them. Everyone standing by the Chibo burning high into the night. It was wonderful.

The little ole lady passed on the dark blue and decided to wear the green suit with white collar this time. She wanted to look her best today. It was just a week before Easter. This was her favorite time of year, the trees putting on new leaves, flowers in bloom, and the grass turning green. She looked so lovely in her green suit and her gray hair pulled back behind her delicate ears. As she was helped into her nieces car....

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Traffic that smells!

Kyla and I walked into the Hair and Nail Salon, Saturday morning about 10 AM. The Salon was full already and kids running around. My appointment was to get my hair trimmed and styled. Kyla was getting her nails done. Denise motioned for me to follow her over to the sink to wash my hair. She wrapped the towel around my neck and reclined the chair. When she was done told me to have a seat over there, motioning to a empty seat next to a big lady that looked to be about 45 years old. Two young boys running around her and making all kinds of noise screaming and hitting. Kyla was sitting across the room where they do nails. Denise carefully cutting my hair and asking about my love life.

While I sat there telling her about my last date. We heard something that sounded like a big "ooooozzzyy", fart. That seem to go on for sometime. I was thinking my god, who has that much intestinal gas in them. I knew it wasn’t me making that awful sound and it wasn’t coming from Denise. Well, I knew where the sound had to be coming from, yes your right, the lady next to me! She was shifting her weight around and yelling to her boys, stop that running. The girl fixing her hair had walked away and was saying something to the girl that was doing Kyla’s nails across the room.

The traffic in the Salon was very busy and ladies were waiting in line to get their hair done. It seemed like instantly as the sound of "ooozz" stopped Denise and I got a whiff of it. The smell was so bad, there was no way we could keep a straight face, let alone breathe. Denise ask was that you? I gave her a surprise, shocked face, that she would even think it was me, I said,I DID NOT! About that time Denise turns on the hair dryer. I thought she was going to dry my hair, but instead she aimed it at the ladies chair. Oh my god! When she did that, the smell went all over the place. The ladies were moving around, trying to get away from that awful smell. Most of the ladies waiting just left the Salon. Gasping for air! Denise and I was cracking up. The lady that did it was laughing too, and said, well you’d think they never smelt their own farts before. When I dropped Kyla off at home, she could not wait to tell her mom, all about the traffic and smells, going on at the Salon!

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My grandson Jake's first birthday!

My grandson Jake's first birthday!

Yes my name is Jake....its my birthday and I'm One, party gifts, with a cake.

To get where I am going I crawl, I can even throw a ball.

But a step I have yet to take, yes, my name is Jake!

by Tina Moore

When a kiss is not just a kiss!

Did you ever think about a kiss and how it made you feel!

We all had that first kiss, when tiny babies...

when our parents kissed our face in loving admiration.

Then we had that first kiss from a boy, or girl, that opened our eyes to

love, or kindness in others.

Some turned into true love... Some bitter pain, from saying good bye!

But that kiss, with manifestation of ecstasy, or passion... now thats

the kiss I like.

I love kissing, where I touch your soul. When my soft warm lips touch

yours, you will feel the warmth of my heart.

If your the lucky one to get a loving kiss from me, you will feel my

exotic, passion, explosive, as the kiss becomes more intense, and

loving, erotic, exploring, stirring emotions, arousing every part of your

body.

Increasing with sensual desire of more, until your mind comes down,

from the high intoxication, seduction, rapture of emotions I created.

mmmm... yes, I love kissing!

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