Good Morning [February Photofest]

Mr. Sam is a willing model. “Don’t move!” I cried out as I reached for my iphone. After swallowing most of Mr. Sam’s protein shake, he laughed “I knew this was a photo opp when I felt cum on my stomach!”
I haven’t met a man like Mr. Sam. He has squirted his creamy shake into my mouth while remaining soft, not limp but not rock hard. That’s what I’m used to, rock hardness. I enjoy Mr. Sam’s cock, notably all his pubic hair. That’s novel. I don’t recall seeing so much hair on a man before. I do enjoy playing with it, feeling it against my face and skin.

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February Photofest 2017

 

I’ve slacked on this blog and damn it’s already February! I’ve taken part in Molly’s February Photofest since the first year she created it. It’s one challenge that I always force myself to finish. This year will be no different.
I am also hosting Febooary 2017 which is an audio challenge.
This month is always super busy for me. Plus, I still try to keep up with the weekly memes and my sex adventures. But damn, I never can seem to concentrate long enough to get it all done.

If you’re interested in taking part in February Photofest 2017 here are the rules.
Let me apologize now for not being as consistent with leaving comments on posts like I should. I always feel guilty about that, tell myself “I’ll do it tomorrow.” Then tomorrow comes & goes. UGH.
After reading through some of Molly’s suggestions, if I can manage to remember the plan it will look something like this….

  • I will try to use the idea of Throwback Thursday adding my twist to it. Pull an old photograph from earlier February Photofests and reedit them or show an image that inspired me to copy the image.
  • Fridays will be set aside for boobday.
  • Sundays will be originals for Sinful Sunday.
  • Most days will be any good photograph that I can produce. Not certain whether I will accomplish this challenge but I am gonna try.

I wish my follow bloggers tons of luck with this monthly challenge.

Good to the Last Drop [SS302]

After Mr. Sam and I arrived back from the store. We went upstairs to his room to hide away from the world for the day. I enjoyed getting him worked up, watching him watch me. I couldn’t control my desire to feel him in my mouth, to taste him.

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I normally finish to the last drop but Mr. Sam has been without for a very long time. I couldn’t keep up with the overflow. I will be writing the story that leads up to this photo. I’m sure you wanna hear all about it.

The story is titled “My Mouth Couldn’t Handle the Overflow”

Day 16 of 365 – Hiding Away

Monday was Martin Luther King’s Birthday so I didn’t have to work. I told Mr. Sam I was free most of the day. He did his morning chores, called me after he was finished.

Sassycat3000, computer, sexblogger, photo a day, I picked him up to head to the grocery store to get some items for us.

It was a perfect day to hide away from the world. Damp, icy and rainy and cloudy. His mother met us at the door and his father was sitting in his chair. I walked past them and headed up the stairs.

2017@sassycat3000.net, sexblogger, Latina, photo a day, prisma I watched Mr.Sam set up his computer so that I could look at his art work and start working on photographing all of them.

Having Drinks with Mr. Sam

Sunday night is quieter from the other days, except during football season. But, due to the weather this was a dead Sunday at the dive bar. Mr. Sam must have walked in seconds before I did, he was still taking off his coat. There wasn’t a good place at the bar, so we walked over to the corner booth. It’s a round booth in the corner, tucked away from onlookers.
“Sitting here isn’t going to be obvious, is it?” He said.
“I don’t care. We aren’t doing anything wrong.” I replied.
“Yet…you forgot to say yet.”
I laughed after he said that. We sat there for a few minutes before Astro walked over to turn on the overhead lights and the bar lights. We both looked at each other and smiled.
He walked back to his side of the bar. A few minutes later “Bubbles” walked up to us … “How are you guys doing? Hey, I can’t believe how stupid Charlie is and what he did.”
I didn’t want to be in the dark, but I didn’t understand what she was talking about. I sat there and nodded my head. “Don’t worry no one associates you with him anymore.”
Now that made me kind of nervous, considering what other shit I have heard and been told on the street. “Well, thank heaven for that. We haven’t been together in years. We hung out together these passed through years. You know, Charlie his charming personality, it’s difficult to stay mad at him.”
“I know right. He really is sweet. But a total fuck-up.”
I laughed. We talked about some of our mutual bar friends and life. She got up after she finished her drink with us, walking back to sit at the bar.

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Day 15 of 365

Mr. Sam & I were talking about general stuff, there was never any touching each other. We have tried to keep the status of our relationship a secret, but after last Friday I think it’s a bust. I haven’t even written about that night yet! oh lord.
We stayed until about 10pm. Catching a nice little buzz, we left and headed to his place.

“Are you gonna be brave enough to come inside or you gonna just drop me off?” I’m deciding on the two options I had, “Yes, I’ll go inside with you.”
I knew he lives with his parents who are both suffering from several health issues. I felt like a teenager again being snuck into the house. He held my hand as we walked up the stairs. Opened the door with his name on it, which I laughed. His parents were asleep, and it was so quiet in the house. I stood there as he closed the door behind him. “Do you want water or coffee?”
“Water…I need water.” I answered.
I sat on the end of his bed drinking my bottled water. He sat next to me, we didn’t speak a word. He started to gently caress my arm back and forth. I felt relaxed. He leaned in to kiss me and I kissed him back. We laid back on the bed, moving up on the bed. My boots are hanging off the edge of the bed because I wasn’t taking them off. He rolled over on top of me. We’re still kissing, I feel him grind his hard cock on me over our jeans. Can this really be happening? Are we dry humping? Yes. we are. Inside I’m laughing but on the outside we are kissing hard & deep. He rolls over on to his back and I curl up next to him. He holds me tight, caressing my back. I drift off on his chest. I wake up to the sound of myself snoring. He laughed. “I wasn’t falling asleep because I know you hafta leave soon.”
“Another 30 minutes.”
We talked about the rest of the week and he showed me some of his art work. Time was up and he walked me out.

Read what happens next in “Hiding Away” 

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