Let It Snow

Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the bar is so delightful,
So, give us another VO,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And the bar is really hopping,
So share a bottle of merlot,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight,
How I'll hate going out without Rum!
But if you'll really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bying,
But as long as ya give me gin thats Slo,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Anyone know anymore???

Twat?
I cunt hair you cherry well
Tits no matter
I seem to have a slight rear infucktion.
Tits all right,
Don't you n bare ass me
Oh well, I can finger it out in the morning
When I can get a breast of the situation
I need to go to my dicktor
and get some penisillin


I know its old but It is still funny!

DINNER PREP

I'm walking up the cobblestones in front of the house. Catching something in the corner of his eye, I stop and to take a step back. Pressing against the window, squinting to get a better look.

I see you standing off in the kitchen your back to the window. Shading my eyes from the glare of the setting sun, my head cocked slightly. I watch you move about the length of the counter, your long, hair pulled back in a high ponytail. I'm was mesmerized by the way your ponytail swayed softly against your short T-shirt. And those shorts your wearing, those shorts! Damn! The way your ass slightly peeks out from the tight black material when you move this way or that? Man, do I love those shorts. I feel that familiar stirring and suddenly all other thoughts fade from my mind.

After a moment I realize I had to have you. What an opportunity to get my hands on that ass. I hightail it to the front door. 'Locked. That figures,' I thought. As I fumbled for my keys, I could hear muffled music from behind the door. 'Man, you must have it blaring,' I smile to myself. "She'll never hear me coming". I quickly unlock the door.

I creep across the large living room. I quickly make my way over to where you're standing in the kitchen. The music you're swaying to is conveniently covering up the creaks of the hardwood floor.

I stop about a foot behind you. Watching you for a moment, while you clean the kitchen sink. Between the music and the work, You couldn't have been any more lost in your own little world. My gaze lowers down to your magnificent ass. Shaking my head slightly. I think, "That ass is one of the seven wonders of the world." You know I have a total inability to keep my hands off of it. Kinda like right now. I gently slipped my hand down past the elastic band of your shorts. My finger tips gliding over the swell of your ass.

You acknowledged my presence with a deep and heavy sigh. I feel it run through your entire body. After a lingering squeeze, You managed to speak up, "Hi."

I step up behind you, pressing my growing hardness against you. "Hi," I say sucking gently on your ear lobe. I wrap my free arm around your waist. My hand trailing up your smooth stomach, under your T-shirt. "What cha doin?" I whisper in your ear.

"Cleaning up after you and making dinner." you moan slightly. While rubbing your ass slightly against the bulge in my khaki dress slacks. I close my eyes, thoroughly enjoying the weight of your boob in my hand. Another of the seven wonders and a major cause of my totally inability to keep my hands off your tits. I chuckle to myself as I run my fingertips over your breasts, lightly brushing your swollen nipple.

You lean your head back, pressing your warm cheek against mine. You pull my ear lobe between your moist lips. "At what point are you gonna put that thing in me?" your hot breath lingers in my ear. Then you bite down hard on my ear. "Or are you waiting for a fucking invitation?"

Invitation? "Smart ass." I think, as I struggle to simultaneously unzip with one hand, and pull your nipple with the other. I manage to free my straining cock from the confines of my pants. It whips wildly forward, slapping you on the ass. "Here's your RSVP" I say.

"Nice to see you too," you growl and then giggle like a school girl.

I roll my eyes as I fumbled with the thin material of your shorts. Arching my hips forward, I manage to rub my cock against your swollen clit. Your body trembles as I slowly glided my cock down the length of your lips. You suck in deeply as I almost penetrated. Almost. I lurch forward ever so slightly to do it again.

Your hand was there to meet my cock this time. You grabbed it. Hard. You gazed at me over your shoulder, your eyes smoldering. "We don't have a lot of time, company will be here soon. Maybe you should consider fucking me, instead of teasing me," growling through gritted teeth.

I flash you a knowing smile. Your eyes narrow to slits. I watch as you mouth the words, "Fuck me now!". Drawing my breath slightly I penetrated you. Fighting the urge to come I move deeper and deeper into your warmth. 'Don't you dare,' I think, 'Don't you dare!'

You grip the counter, knuckles nearly turning white, as I fuck you full tilt. With each progressive thrust, I melted deeper and deeper into your core. Holding out as long as I can, much longer than I thought I could. I feel control slipping away. My knees are seriously buckling now, my cock feeling like it will literally explode any second. With every last bit of concentration I can muster, I get ready to pull my length out for one last "god I'm gonna blow her brain out" thrust.

"The front door opens, and in walks company."

You let go of the sink, nearly knocking us both to the ground. Spinning my head around. "Wha?" Comes out of my mouth.

Ginny and Holden yell "we're here," and are hanging their coats in the closet, arguing about god knows what.

My balance wavers slightly, I moved my hips forward ever so slightly. My cock slides a bit deeper into you. You stifle a moan. I moved my hips again to show you who was boss. 'That's for the invitation comment,' I whisper in your ear. You make a quick move, the muscles of your pussy tightening around my slowly deflating erection. "No!" You hiss. Turning your head to see me. Desire burning deep in your eyes. "You think you're funny? Moving around in me like that? You're not. You're gonna finish me off, funny man," you lean forward slightly, grabbing the edge of the sink, "And before they get in here." Now, its your turn to shoot off a knowing smile. "You better hurry. Especially if you ever want your cock sucked again." I growl back, "You're a dirty whore." And I smile as I grabbed your hips. I thrust deeply into you, my erection quickly regaining strength.

"Harder ..." You whisper clutching the edge of the counter, "Fuck me harder." I obliged you, thrusting my length in and out of you hard and fast. "God. Oh, God. Damn ... I'm coming ..." you quietly growl, as wave after wave of pleasure and pain cycle through your entire body.

Your pussy clamps down on me and you begin to cum. This pushes me over the edge, and I unload again and again deeply into you. We both sigh. I lean back to withdraw. "Man, that was close," I whisper into your ear, giving a quick glance around, assessing the situation. I look at you. 'My pants and your shorts are still on,' I whisper, 'Hurry, we just need to pull them up.' As we stand upright pulling them with us , Ginny and Holden walk into the room. Holden saying "Ahhh, look they were hugging, and they're both blushing at being caught!! Sitting down, Ginny sniffs the air, calls Holden an idiot, and asks whats for dinner.

COINS

"You WANT ME TO DO WHAT?" you ask, surprised, looking down at the silver coins in my hand.

Patiently I explained again.

"Stand in the middle of the room, with your legs spread. Then put your hands together, over your head, palm to palm, with a dime between each pair of fingers and your thumbs."

Pulse beating fast, you think, What interesting little game does he have planned! You looked at the Cheshire grin on my face and say: "Anything you say, lover."

You walk across the bare wooden boards where I had rolled up the fluffy rug and stood, legs spread, nipples tightening with excitement as you wonder what I have planned. Carefully, you balanced a dime on the tip of each finger and the thumb of your left hand. Then you put your right hand over the left, fingertip to fingertip, and raise your arms over your head.

I take my time walking over to you, my erection advertising that I'm excited too. I put one hand on your waist and begin to walk around you slowly as I explained.

"No matter what I do, no matter how you feel, don't let go of the dimes.

Now I was behind you, My left arm wrapped around your waist and my right hand lifting the long hair from your neck. I whisper into your ear: "If you drop a dime, and you can be sure I'll hear it on this wooden floor, everything stops ... everything."

Then I kiss your neck and nibble on your ear as my hands caress your breasts. You moan, both ecstasy and dismay. Your hands already sweaty, I kiss your neck more, sucking, nibbling, as my hands tease your tight, hard, gorgeous nipples. Then I step back a bit and run my nails lightly over your back, tickling, tracing exciting patterns, moving teasingly near your sensitive armpits. You start to shake with the effort of keeping your arms up when your every nerve screams for you to protect yourself from being tickled. I step in front of you again, standing almost nose to nose as my hands rest lightly, high on your sides.

"Nervous?" I asked, barely moving my fingers as you shiver.

"Please don't…" Your plea hangs in the air, unfinished, as my hands slide down your taught stomach and between your legs, where I find your swollen labia dripping with moisture.

"Well, somebody's excited," I state and softly stroke your swollen pussy lips. You feel a tightening in your lower stomach, almost painful, as you respond to my strokes, tilting your pelvis forward, desperately holding the slippery coins above your head. Then I bend my head down and suck your nipple quickly into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as my fingers stroke and burrow in your hot, wet cunt. I feel your knees tremble and your arms shake with strain, but you hold on to those five coins. Moisture is now running down your legs, sweat or sexual fluids, your not sure which. My lips leave your breast and you see me glance up at your shaking arms and your equally shaky grin.

"Good girl," I say and kiss you, our tongues meeting and dancing. The fingers of my right hand rubbing gently round and round your clitoris. As my left hand slithers down your sweaty back, between your buttocks, and gently strokes your anus. You almost cum as the slick wet finger of my left hand invades you. Your fingers rigid, thinking you'll just die, if you drop a coin at this point.

Abruptly I stop, moving directly in front of you, my hands on your hips.

"No, NO," you pleaded. "Don't stop, please. I haven't dropped any coins."

You desperately push your throbbing crotch against my stiff, satiny erection, wanting me to be as aroused as you are. I just smile, sink to my knees, and begin to kiss your labia, teasingly. You slam your eyes closed, trying not to let the growing heat weaken your grip as I gently part your vaginal lips.

"Oh, yes," you moan breathily as my tongue touches your clitoris. You feel Tremors… beginning in your thighs, then, crying out, cum as I take a long, sucking bite.

'The dimes fall in a silvery shower as your exhausted arms collapse forward. You caress my head, then pull it against you with my hair, gasping.

Slowly you calm down, your knees feeling stronger, the cramps leaving your fingers. You bend over, pick up the dimes, and put them in my hand.

"Your turn," you whisper in my ear.

BEEF STROGANOFF

1 1/2 pounds beef tenderloin (Meat will be easier to slice if it is partially frozen about 1 1/2 hours ahead.)
butter or margarine
1 large onion, minced
1/2 pound mushrooms, sliced
2 teaspoons dry mustard
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
beef broth
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
1/2 cup sour cream

ABOUT 45 MINUTES BEFORE SERVING:
1. On cutting board, trim fat from tenderloin; cut meat across the grain into 1/2 -inch slices. Cut each slice into 2" by 1/2" strips. Dry strips well on paper towels.

2. In 10-inch skillet over high heat, in 1 tablespoon hot butter or margarine (be careful not to let it burn), cook one third of meat, stirring constantly, until lightly browned, about 1 minute (meat will be rare). Pour meat and drippings into medium bowl cover bowl with foil; set aside. In 1 tablespoon more hot butter or margarine, cook 2nd third meat; pour into bowl and set aside. Repeat with last third.

3. To skillet, add 2 tablespoons more butter or margarine, onion cook till onions have caramelized and translucent. Then add mushrooms, mustard, salt and pepper. Cook over medium heat, stirring frequently, until mushrooms are browned are tender, about 10 minutes.

4. Into measuring cup, drain drippings from meat; add beef broth to make 1/2 cup. Stir flour into skillet mixture until blended. Gradually stir liquid into skillet mixture and cook, stirring constantly, until thickened.

5. Stir sour cream into mixture until smooth; add meat and heat, stirring. (Do not boil.) Makes 6 servings.

THE Bath
by docdoh

You arrived, dressed more for the night than day, you carry yourself in what seems an erotic way, I wonder what kind of bath you'd want.

"Soft and delicious" I think. I tell you its time to close your eyes and relax. I trace my fingers up your sides, pausing just a moment under your arms, then continuing up to your shoulders. I grasp the straps of your dress and begin to slide them down your arms. For just a moment you stiffen, grabbing the straps, but then… you give yourself over to me relaxing and dropping your arms to your sides. The dress falls, revealing a very desirable woman. I step back for a moment in aw, then unhitching your bra I drop it on the floor, before you can even shiver I slide down your panties. In a moment of shyness you look away and I, in an attempt to capture your beauty, stare.

I guide you over to the large soaking tub. The candles about the room highlight the wrinkles of your tight nipples and the soft roundness of your breasts as the water moves up your body enveloping you with its warmth. As you sit, I remove my cloths, my cock springing away from my body, throbbing as it settles there, seeming to defy gravity.

As I stepped into the tub you stretch out in the water. Your long legs reaching out to me as I sit at the opposite end. I begin to soap your left foot. You love when I wash and massage your feet. I slowly and firmly press my thumbs into the sole of your foot, moving them upward towards your toes. I continue stretching and kneading your foot as you moan. you touch your other foot to my cock and I scold you, "Oh no, this is your night dear, besides I'll be massaging that foot soon enough. I then work my way up your leg, soaping, kneading, and caressing your legs tired muscles. At times barely touching the edges of your pussy as I stroked your legs with my slippery fingers.

As I move on to your other foot you have closed your eyes, you're leaning back, and moaning little sounds of appreciation into the dark candle lit void around us. As I move my way to massage your other leg, I straiten my leg under the water pressing the arch of my foot under your ass and my ankle into your swollen pussy. In time with massaging of your leg I move my foot, driving it firmly against you, slowly moving against you, stretching you, parting you. As the massaging goes on you feel IT coming, you know what is going to happen, but you can't make it happen any quicker, you're just to damn relaxed, till I touch your clit. "GOD," You gasp, a shudder running through you, you cum, though you knew it was coming… you felt out of control, unable to do… but feel the waves of lust course through your body.

As the shudders leave you, you become more relaxed once again. I place my hands on your tummy, slowly pressing while moving them in a swirling motion. Slowly I work my way up to you breasts. Each time my hands run over your nipples, one by one my fingers strum them, each strumming sending little shocks down your spine to your sensitive clit. Each strum making you gasp, each strum bring you closer. Then as you near the edge once more, I stop… I slide forward, our legs intertwined, lifting you upright, kissing you deeply, you kiss me back, as if to swallow me, take me whole. I begin massaging your back.

As I rub your back you slump foreword, almost becoming one with me. You rest your head on my shoulder, nibbling at my neck. Thank god, I'm not ticklish. You realize my dick is pressing gently against your tummy, You think "I'll get it closer, grind on it." But, every time you get ready to try, you are drawn back to the wonderful feeling of your back is being rubbed. Oh the glorious feeling and damned frustration of it all.

In a tiny voice, you plead with me, "please, rub me as only you can. don't torture me any more with this ecstasy." I look down at you, your lovely face covered with sweat, thinking, "Damn, you're beautiful!" I drop to your ear, run my tongue around the edges, suck lightly at your ear, and tell you, "I love you, Your wish is my command!"

I lift you, my cock slipping effortlessly into you. We sit together for a minute or two, just enjoying the closeness. I move slowly and you say, "I can feel the head of your cock moving inside and it feels so good."

As you feel my cock, you begin to move your hips to meet me and we are locked in a tight embrace. We kiss over and over, our tongues exploring each other's mouths while my cock continues to touch your inside. At this point I reach down inside myself and begin to pulse my dick. Each small movement causing me to get harder, each movement eliciting from you "Ohhh, thats so good," I swear, you begin to purr.

In only a couple of minutes, you are breathing heavily with your mouth open, licking your lips and groaning softly. I feel your pussy contract as you spasm inside and climax, waves of water crashing over the tubs lip to the floor below. I feel your warm juices flow out around my cock as I move faster.

Your arms grip me tighter, you feel my cum squirt into your warm depths while I hold your ass with both hands and plunge in as deep as I possibly can. The moment is brief… the moment is magic. We know each other so well.

We lay there together for a while, basking in the afterglow. "I think you slipped out," you say, and giggle as my limp cock slides out. I reach down to check (even though I know it's out) so I can get some of our juices on my hand. I look into your eyes, I smell us on my fingers, and revel in the way it fogs my brain, then I lick it and say, "You taste magnificent."

Soon, we separate, clean up a little, then blowing out the candles and go to bed.

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