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  1. MsLiz

    Morning Wake Up

    By MsLiz,

    I awake with a bit of a start. Some uncomfortable dream has released it’s hold on me. I can see through my slightly parted eyelids that it is still dark in my bedroom. I look to my right and see you are lying on your side with your back to me. Left leg pulled up toward your chest. Your arms seem to be grasping a feather pillow and your face is curled into it. How quite you are when you sleep. You are a very pleasant bedfellow to have around.

    Craning my head to the left to glance at the alarm on the nightstand, I see it is already 5:40am. That tends to be sleeping in for us. You frequently have the alarm set for an earlier hour. The question flashes through my mind that maybe you forgot to set it? Then again this may just be the lucky day where you have allowed yourself to sleep in.
    Deciding I will hedge my bets, that you meant to sleep in, I don’t want to disturb you and your peaceful slumber just yet. Although what I want to do is roll over and snuggle with you, throwing my arm over your torso, pressing my lips against your spine; kissing you all over your shoulder blades. Nope. Won’t do that at this hour. I want to let you sleep until at least 6am. So instead I just roll over onto my left side, so I can watch the clock tick-tock ‘til 6 o’clock. Press both my hands between my hot thighs to wait until 6am when I have given myself permission to disturb your sleep.

    5:58, 5:59, 6 o’clock in the morning. In the past 20 minutes I have yet to feel you shift positions. Now I do; I remove my now very warm hands from between my thighs and roll over to my right side. A sleeping angel, with a devils libido. What early morning dream am I going to be disturbing? Hopefully what I am plotting will be worth awakening for……………….

    The room is filled with a bluish early morning glow. Because I have been lying there, adjusting my vision, I can see you clearly in the shadowy light. You’re covered only by the top sheet, which is pulled up revealing your small waist, broad shoulders and strong arms. I love to nuzzle and give small love bites on the spot where your neck and shoulders join. Geez, merely thinking about doing so gives me chills of anticipation. Funny how those same spots exist on other men but they don’t hold the same mesmerizing charm. Human beings are very complex and strange creatures aren’t we?

    I reach out my left hand, placing it at the top of your spine, just below your neck. My hand rests there for a few moments; you seem undisturbed by my touch. Slowly I move my hand up your neck, cupping the bottom of your skull; my fingers spreading out through your silky hair. I give the hair on your head a stimulating pull. Then another. Now I get a little bit of a moan out of you. Are you pissed that I have awakened you? Have the gentle tugs on your hair aroused you? Only time will tell, as I wait to see if you are going to mumble something to me. Nope. So I keep going. My hand then retreats back down your spine, over your neck then shoulders, moving down toward the small of your back. With even pressure my hand moves beneath the rumpled cotton summer sheet so I can feel the curve of your body change from broad shoulders down to a small waist. My hand continues down to the bottom of your tailbone. Now I must decide what my next move will be? Shall I choose to use a slightly heavier pressure as my hand moves up & over your firm left butt cheek? Or shall I let my hand continue exploring further South, between your butt cheeks & thighs, to locate those glorious satin Boyz of yours? Hmmmmm…… a tough decision indeed.

    Ultimately though I want to drag this thing out, so I choose to enjoy feeling the muscles of your left buttock and thigh. My left hand has experienced this familiar territory before. My palm is open & fingers spead so I can completely relish the sensations as my hand glides along your warm flesh. Up & over your beautiful butt, then heading down toward the bed to your hipbone, back to the top of your butt cheek. Then I begin the slow slide down the back of your thigh. Heavenly muscles there! As I explore I become very excited. So much so that I now need to snuggle my body closer to you, so I can get a good reach down your thighs. And heck, by now I am quite excited and the Girlz are feeling they need to press against the small of your back, which they do. Ahhhhhh.....perfection!

    Still on your side, my arm reaches around you, palm flattened against your left hipbone it moves downward toward the top of your thigh. Oh my, what’s this in the way? Seems Pete IS awake. Rather than acknowledge this raging hard-on my hand continues moving further down to the top of your thigh. My fingers move to the crease where your bent leg and the hipbone meet. Such soft warm skin resides there. If I weren’t into teasing myself this way I would just grab you by the hipbone and roll you over on your back so I could begin the exquisite process of kissing every inch of Slippery Pete.

    But no, I need to take my time. You haven’t put up any resistance, or your own effort, so I’m gonna take that as a sign that you are enjoying my treasure hunt. So my fingers explore long this smooth warm juncture of leg and hip; sliding now along the inside of that tenderloin of yours, moving downward toward your knee.

    My lustful mouth has spent this entire time satisfying itself, kissing, licking, biting. Brushing my lips back and forthagainst your warm skin, kissing your shoulder blades. My lips seem to have an agenda all their own. Kiss, slide, kiss, slide, nibble, kiss, slide. Ooooooooooooooo…….. I am in a world of my own sensations and desires. My pussy twitches and quivers with the excitement I am building for myself………….

    As my mouth satisfies itself on your back and shoulder blades, my left hand is now moving back up the inside of your soft thigh. Oh yes, the boys are resting there. Long and loose and hot against the sheets, just the way I like them. My warm fingers move up to cup them ever so gently. I lovingly fondle your Boyz giving them each a few playful moments. The silky globes give me such pleasure!

    My fingers, and mouth, are now both ready for something more substantial. Now I raise myself up on my right elbow, pushing back enough to give us both some space on the bed. You are gloriously hard and I can't wait another second to roll you over! You do not resist. Hmmmmm….. it's seems that during my sexual exploratory you haven’t made a move or a peep? Then again maybe you were making a peep but I was so into my own world that I just hadn’t heard you resisting. I certainly have been in my own little world.

    Oh my. there is Slippery Pete and the Boyz in all their glory. Gee, where do I begin? I feel like a kid at Christmas. I rise up on my knees to straddle you, hovering above you. Running my warm erect nipples over your stiff mast, up across your flat belly & then your chest—where they finally brush back and forth & in circles around your own chest & nipples. You pull the girlz up to your face where you suckle each; rolling the gorgeous rose buds around with your tongue and nibbling them. While you do so I kiss your forehead & hairline; running my fingers through the thick silky hair at the nape of your neck. Pulling your hair as my ecstacy grows.
    OMG, I think I am cumming right now!

    I take a moment to stop and nuzzle your ears. Kisses and hot breath circling and enjoying the curves of this sexy piece of cartilage with my tongue and lips. Kisses down your neck and to that favorite spot of mine where neck meets shoulder. I kiss it; lick it; give it a wee bite. At that I think I feel my pussy actually gush some juice. I am driving myself wild…..and with any luck you too.

    I pull away from your ears and neck as I begin kissing down the center of your chest. I repeat in reverse, the path my nipples made just a few minutes ago on there way up your body. This time my lips and nipples are marching their way down your chest, flat stomach and over your throbbing hot cock. Your cock is so stiff that I can barely get my breast to navigate over it....but I manage. My breasts come to rest on the tops of your thighs as my mouth parks on the bulbous head of your cock. My hot wet tongue teasingly flicks over and around the ridge of deliciously smooth flesh. My soft moist lips are a perfect compliment in texture.

    To be continued....... by Ms Randi Nite
  2. MsLiz

    The Mile High Club

    By MsLiz,

    Today I flew the return portion of my weekend get-away. I am probably the only person on this planet who raves about how wonderful air travel is. My point being, if I had needed to drive the same distance it would have taken days in each direction. The trip never would have happened. Sure, I'll admit that it sucks being crammed into a tiny seat with no legroom. Flying today is more akin to being herded into a cattle car than a pleasant journey-- BUT compared to driving, the maximum time spent in such an uncomfortable position is relatively short. And gas prices what they are, airline travel is still a deal and great option for adventures of long distance but short duration.

    Besides, I'm more than a bit of a princess who loves being waited on hand and foot. It brings me great pleasure to sit and have people bring me things. I make a point of enjoying as much of life as I can. Attempting to enjoy even the little treats in life. I'll sit in my tiny seat reading a book, watching a movie, dinking on my computer, looking at the world going by below-- while people bring me snacks, beverages & movie headsets. Sure, I'm crammed into a seat with total strangers, but one of them may be a total stud who will be a feast for a fantasy during my "alone" time. And of course there have been many real life meetings while in flight, so there's always hope for that too. Life is good!

    So today I sat in my tiny center seat remembering the good old days when a couple could discreetly join "The Mile High Club" (30k feet = 1 mile, which is maximum cruising altitude for long haul flights). It was possible to join either in your seat or in the lavatory (or if you were flight crew, anywhere on the aircraft....and I've heard great stories which I may elaborate on in another blog). Antics in the seat were more of a challenge to pull off, except on the overnight international flights when the flight attendants were killing time in the galleys—not walking the aisles. If you planned your trip right, there were times of the year when the flights were so empty that you could get the entire center section of 4 or 5 seats to yourself on a wide body flight. As good as a bed. Oo-la-la!!

    The other option, sex in the lav, was also easier to accomplish at night, but could be pulled off during the daytime flights too if the flights were lightly booked and you timed your moves right.
    These days though, with all the heightened security involved, it’s pretty much impossible to have 2 people anywhere near a lav @ the same time. As for attempting any hanky-panky in the seats themselves, well Southwest has pressed charges against a couple on their flight who they claim they caught doing something (a blow job? I’m unsure. I think I heard that her head was in his lap....under a blanket?).

    During 20 years with a major international airline, I was privy to some pretty funny true stories of what has gone on during flights prior to 9-11. One of the funniest was a gal getting drunk in international business class, stripping down in the lav, then “streaking” the cabin while flight attendants chased her with blankets. I've heard first hand accounts of flight attendants going down into the lower galley of a DC10, jamming the elevator door open so it wouldn't move while they joined The Club in total privacy (and much nicer environment than an aircraft lavatory!).

    Joining The Mile High Club was something I did for the first time on an overnight flight to Paris. My boyfriend of the time cashed in his airline miles for 2 business class seats. He laid out a plan: he would go into the lav first, leaving the door unlocked & I would join him a few seconds later. At that time it was possible to be much more discreet to be able to pull it off. Remember that back before 9-11 there were cabin curtains separating the different cabins from one another (first to business class, business to coach class). It kept the people in the elite cabins away from the riff-raff in coach. Anyway, on the wide body international aircraft, there was a curtain on both sides of the lavs. One to keep the lav light from bothering the people in the seats while they were trying to sleep. The other curtain was between the lav & the flight attendants galley. This meant that neither the flight crew in the galley, or the customers in business class, could see the door to the lav. Of course if anyone on either side of the curtains were to be paying attention to what was moving around, they would know 2 people went in. If anyone did notice, they certainly didn’t make it known to us. Of course it helped that it was an overnight flight, so everyone on board was trying to sleep, or at least rest during our middle of the night rendezvous.

    Today anyone who is attempting to join The Club has a much bigger problem of pulling it off. And the consequences for getting caught are actually punishable with a police escort waiting for you at the end of your flight! Maybe news crews too, if you're unlucky enough to be caught on a really slow news day.

    If we wish to join The Club now, it seems we may need to lease our own plane. Or maybe lowering the qualifications of joining The Club to a simple hand job beneath a jacket or blanket. But a hand job doesn't really qualify as sex to most people, unless the recipient is a political appointee or a priest, am I right?

    Ms Randi Nite
  3. MsLiz
    Here's today's ramblings.........

    Years ago, way back in the dark ages (1980), the only places to go to get sex toys were seedy, awful parts of town. Peep shows and weirdos. Well, actually there were at home parties too. My gal pals and I called'em Fuckerware parties, because it really was the old fashioned Avon/Tupperware/Mary Kay party idea. The rep would bring a Santa's sack stuffed full of wispy clothing--err, if you can call it clothing. Maybe "welcome signs" would be a better word, LOL. Putting on a piece of smut-wear would ensure that The King of the Castle knew that his Royal Majesty was ready for some action tonight. Well nothing has changed there. Slipping into a little bit o'nothin' always sets the tone for some frolicking. Anywhoo, she had all the latest dildos from Japan (the originals actually did have to look like creatures, with little faces and all, because in Japan this stuff was illegal to sell as a sex toy...so you had a little rabbit face actually staring up at you and the clit stimulator looked like his hands holding a carrot....I'm not kidding!). Lotions, potions, crotchless panties; the works.

    Between parties though, where would you go to find something like that? Fredrick's of Hollywood & Miss Vicky (Victoria's Secret) had the lingerie, but not the hard goods....so to speak.

    So, back before Too Timid . com, my girlfriend & I decided that we would formulate a plan to go check out what was behind the door of the local sex shop. We thought it would be fun to dress the part of someone who didn't want to be recognized going into & out of such a grungy place. Both of us dressed in trench coats & dark glasses. We would have worn wigs too, if we'd had them. It was a hoot! I think we had lunch first, and got nicely plastered before shopping.

    The threshold of the store was a mirrored door. Oh great, we get to see ourselves going into this forbidden realm. One way mirroring I'm sure, so the clerk could get a look @ who was coming into the shop (weirdoes, perv's, bikers & general trouble makers) without the customers being any the wiser about it. Anyway, it soon became apparent that we needed to take off the sunglasses or we weren't going to be able to see what we came for. Those stores, with peep shows in the back of the store, did not have bright lights for shopping the racks, if you get my drift. We removed our shades and began shopping in earnest. It was a cornucopia of the most bazaar things I could imagine. Just couldn't wrap my young Midwestern brain around WHAT someone would use some of those leather straps for? Who would need a 4 foot long, 12 inch around dildo, and if they did need it, what in God name would they DO with it?!!! Because of all the extreme things we saw lining the walls at the front of the store it didn't take long for the two of us to feel right at home looking over the "normal" toys hanging in plastic packs along the back wall and aisle shelves. Laughing and joking about what we thought things were for and attempting to educate one another. It was the blind leading the blind!

    At the end of the experience I believe we both came away with a toy or two, some novelty condoms, lotions and potions. Nothing too exciting by today's standards, but it was a start. We'd faced our fears of the unknown and lived to tell about it! And of course, we shared our stash with our very pleased partners. We were branded as wild ones from then on.

    Boy have times changed!!! The sex super stores are right in the middle of the hottest nightlife areas of town (as they should be). The huge front windows are hung with beautiful displays of all kinds of sexy tee shirts & sexy-wear for him and her. The lights are bright and the music is exciting. The sales people are young, hip and knowledgeable. I'd compare it to Downtown Disney for cryin' out loud! What a wonderful shift.

    Then of course there is the benefit of shopping online, like here @ TooTimid. It is such a pleasure to read the reviews, to see what people are saying about all the different products. You just can't tell by looking at an object whether it will produce the desired response. As with all online reviews, there is always a chance of someone having an agenda (errr....like selling more merchandise : ) So would they ever write/permit a bad review? Honestly though, it was apparent that there are reviews of things rating a mere 2, 3 or 4, so it they seem pretty genuine.

    We really need to count ourselves lucky that we live in a time when all this freedom is available to us. Others might say that we're all going to hell in a handbasket with all this debauchery. For me, sexually satisfied & liberated people are HAPPY, less stress filled people; that only serves to make the world a nicer place. Don't you think?

    Go forth and be HAPPY people!

    Ms Randi Nite
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