SINS OF S.O.A.P. JOURNAL ENTRIES Journal Entry #3 Too Shy to Flirt I’ve heard it said many times that sexually speaking, any reasonably attractive woman can pretty much pull any man she wants, just by sending signals that she’s interested. I consider myself to reasonably attractive. I dress nice, am always well groomed, and I’ve been told that I have a pretty smile. My problem is that I’m extremely shy. How does a shy woman send signals? I need to register for Flirting 101, because I couldn’t signal ‘go’ even if I were holding a traffic light. There’s a man that does regular business in the office I where I work and he’s so FINE that he literally takes my breath away whenever I see him. Seriously, I get so nervous I can barely breathe. He’s always immaculately dressed. His smile is smooth as silk. He’s tall, medium brown skinned, has a sexy bald head, and the most alluring dimples that call out to me to commit physical sins with him. To simply call him handsome would be like referring to an ocean as ‘some water.’ He’s far more than handsome. He’s sexylicious, and I am dying for a taste. Although I hide my excitement from being visible from both him and everyone else in the office, I do look forward to his daily appearance. I am always admiring his shirt, tie, and cuff-link combinations as I worship him in secret. The thing is, he’s always very friendly towards me. Sometimes when he flashes that killer smile at me, I kind of think he’s flirting with me, but I’m not sure. “Hey beautiful, how’s your day going,” he smiled at me and asked. “Hey, it’s going,” I try to force a little smile but I’m so determined not to reveal anything, my reply is overly cool and casual. What I want to say is “Hey there handsome, my day would be going far better if you would come over here and let me caress that sexy, smooth, bald head of yours while you continuously bob your face in between my legs, savoring the sweetness of my fat, juicy, wet pussy, forcing me to cry out primal screams of passion, as I flood all over your face. My day would be going GREAT then!” My mind floats away into fantasies of sexual bliss as I imagine his charming smile grinning up at me, my thick thighs wrapped around his head and his face glistening with my fresh cum. In reality, an awkward silence passes between us as if he’s waiting for me to say more, which I want to, but my nervousness won’t allow me to squeeze out more than four words at one time. “Do you have big plans for the weekend?” he asks. I want to say, “Hell yes, I have big weekend plans! I’m going to spend my weekend with you. I’m going to have my body all absorbed in that tall, muscular frame of yours- my hot naked skin against your hot naked skin while we tongue, and kiss, and bite and suck each other like lustful vampires. We are going to fuck like wild dogs in heat! I am going to sit straddled across your lap, take what I know has to be a nice, thick, long dick up inside my ‘t.a.p.’ and yell “Hi ho silver!” as I ride that dick like a champion cow-girl. I am going to have your manhood growing and swelling inside me while you passionately devour my breasts. It’s going to feel so good to you that you will want to give in to the pleasure and allow your wave of passion to burst inside me, but you won’t. You slide me off of you and bend me over on the bed, and force yourself full and hard inside me from behind. You pound me forcefully, thighs smacking loudly against my round ass while your dick penetrates deeper and deeper inside me, as if you are purposefully trying to punish me for some kind of wicked offense. Once again, you don’t cum inside me. You pull out, quickly pull me around to face you, and without words feed your exploding, creamy warmth all over my face and into my hungry mouth. Mmmmmm…….” I’m imagining how good he must taste, and damn near moan out loud before I catch myself. “No weekend plans that I know of,” I say timidly. “That’s a shame,” he says winking at me as he puts his papers back into his briefcase, “a pretty lady like you should spend her weekend out having fun.” With that he heads off toward the door to leave. “You try to have a good weekend.” He flashes those seductive dimples at me once again. I want to scream!!!! “Dammit a lady like me wants to spend her weekend having fun with YOU ALL UP INSIDE of her!! How can we make this happen? I have been lusting after you for months. Do I have to throw my panties at you to get you to know? It’s no doubt you are accustomed to smooth, confident women, that probably slide you their number with ease, all day every day. You probably get bored with all the attention. Ha!!! It’s some twisted irony, that I’m probably a refreshing change of pace for you- the one woman on your daily rounds who shows zero interest. BOY,YOU JUST DON’T KNOW!!!” © November 2012 , SLynneL as Soul of a Poet. All rights reserved. MCN: CB6NR-NZKKU-HX2MR © copyright 2012-11-21 09:38:40 - All Rights Reserved *Note: All SINS OF S.O.A.P. Journal Entries are purely fictional- for entertainment purposes ONLY.

SINS OF S.O.A.P. ~Journal Entry #2- Fucking a Married Man

SINS OF S.O.A.P. JOURNAL ENTRIES Journal Entry #2 Fucking a Married Man

~ Most married women consider a chick like me, to be their worst nightmare. I don’t get that. You won’t fuck him and you don’t think somebody else will? On the rare and special occasions that you do give up the ass, you have restrictions: “Don’t mess up my hair”, “No penetration back there”, “Hurry up, I gotta get some sleep” “Not too loud, the noise might wake up the kids” “You can’t touch me right here in public, somebody might see” Etc, etc….. You have so many NO’s it’s a wonder you two had children. Dayum, it’s no wonder he found me appetizing, your man was damn near starved. And hell yeah I fed his ass. He hadn’t had unconditional pussy like this since BEFORE you two were married. Does that make sense? Yeah, I took pity on your malnourished mate and gave him what he needed. What he needed. Whenever he needed it. However he needed it- the sustenance his body craved. I easily entice him swaying my thick hips as I walk by wearing stilettos, a tight, short skirt, and an off-the-shoulder top. Things you won’t wear because you’re afraid of looking even the slightest bit like a whore. Men love seeing skin. It opens the floodgate to their imagination. I’m eye-candy when you’ve kept him sugar-free. I let him touch him in public. Let him stroke, fondle, and finger my wetness right there under the dinner booth while I took great pleasure in returning the favor, stroking his thick swelling manhood, forcing him to explode in my hand while we sat there getting drunk on Tequilla. Licking and sucking the sweet juices off each others’ fingers when we are done. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you say, your man wants a lady in the streets and freak in the bed. But you ignore that latter part, won’t even give the man head. I do. I LOVE the taste of his meaty dick in my mouth. My tongue, teasingly swirling all around the tip before greedily licking up and down the length of his shaft. My jaws tightening all around it as I get it wetter and wetter. I can feel it swelling on my tongue. He grabs and holds the back of my head forcing me to take it all, never easing up when I begin to gag. “Oh you just have to tear up baby, because you are going to swallow every muthafucking inch of this dick tonight,” he says plunging his girth further and further down the back of my throat. I love it when he busts his nut in my mouth. Something he says you, his wife, never once, allowed him to do. He loves the way I greedily lick every drop. It’s not long before he begins turning rock hard again and is ready another round. This time he has me on all fours and penetrates me from behind. I love taking your man’s dick doggystyle. He loves looking at my big, round, caramel colored ass as he hits it from behind. He slaps my ass cheeks as he thrusts inside me, furthering his penetration with each thick stroke. SLAP!!! “Whose pussy is this?” I don’t answer quick enough. SLAP!!! “Bitch, I asked whose pussy is this?” “Yours!” I cry out taking his deep, forceful thrusts in my wet, gushing vagina as his thighs slap hard against my ass. The truth is, it aint really his pussy because I like dick waaaaay too much to limit myself to just one. I’m only fucking him because you won’t. And frankly with all the good-ass dick your man’s got, SOMEBODY’S gotta do it. May as well be me. *Note: All SINS OF S.O.A.P. Journal Entries are purely fictional- for entertainment purposes ONLY. © SLynneL as Soul of a Poet November 2012 All rights reserved. MCN: CNXDC-C6GWL-NLEY6 © copyright 2012-11-11 15:44:49 - All Rights Reserved

SINS OF S.O.A.P JOURNAL ENTRIES #1

SINS OF S.O.A.P. JOURNAL ENTRIES ~Journal Entry #1 ~~~~~ Most days I just wanna fuck. Primal, animalistic, uninhibited. Him ravenously all over me, me spread wide open to him. The pain and pleasure of receiving his powerful strokes. Scratching and digging into his back, biting his neck to return the pain. Crying out loud only ignites his energy-- deeper.... harder... faster... He moans and grunts uncontrollably as he explodes warm nut deep inside me. I am his bitch and my soft, juicy, wet pleasure tunnel is his and his alone to do with, whatever he pleases. He ALWAYS pleases me. I am a junkie whore who cannot get enough. Always wet. Always throbbing. Always ready for that dick. But today is different. Oh I want the dick, don't get it twisted. I want it all up inside me, its thickness growing and swelling while he holds me... SOFTLY. Kisses me tenderly non-stop and whispers in my ear how much he loves me, needs me and can't live without me. Stroking me passionately. Our bodies in a slow, sweet rhythm that only the two of us can understand. I wanna feel the softness of warm brown skin against warm brown skin becoming hot enough to ignite a flame. A flame of love. Today fucking is not an option. I need my man to go so deep inside me, that he's in my SOUL. © SLynneL as Soul of a Poet November 2012 All rights reserved. MCN: CGQC8-AZJX1-4JR3Y © copyright 2012-11-11 13:05:12 - All Rights Reserved

SLICKERY DICKERY DOCK (DICK/COCK)

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**************************************************************************************** ~ ~ Slickery dickery dock ~ My tongue slid up his cock ~ I love to hear him moan ~ As I slurp on his bone ~ Slickery dickery dock ~ ~ Slickery dickery dock ~ I love his long, hard rock ~ Within my tight butt ~ He thrusts HARD and busts his nut ~ Slickery ~ Dickery ~ DOCK!!! ~ ~ ©November 2012, SLynneL as Soul of a Poet All Rights Reserved. MCN: CH5KT-MQE6Y-4M52X © copyright 2012-11-10 20:59:13 - All Rights Reserved