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House guest.  #thanksgiving more to be thankful for.

Friday, August 28th, 2020

House guest.  #thanksgiving more to be thankful for.


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    The wedding singer.  #thanksgiving

    Saturday, August 22nd, 2020

    The wedding singer.  #thanksgiving


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      She cums harder when you fuck her up the ass.  #thanksgiving

      Friday, August 14th, 2020

      She cums harder when you fuck her up the ass.  #thanksgiving


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        This is a great story! Creative and wordy

        Saturday, July 18th, 2020

        This is a great story! Creative and wordy:

        “Sorry?” she said.

        The Claytons had a big cabin located deep in the woods. It was hard to find, but once you did, you didn’t want to leave. 

        “You?” she asked.

        The guest list changed every November. The Claytons liked to collect friends and match them based on interests. One year they invited only conservatives, another it was parents, over 60, under 30, artists, military — they often challenged themselves at the beginning of the year with a category and force themselves to meet and befriend 12 people in the next 11 months that fit the description.


        He moved up, sucking her clit and letting two fingers slide into her. She grinded her pussy against his mouth, rubbing her clit up and back as he licked. She was so wet, he felt her dripping down his palm and wrist. He fucked her harder, trying to make her cum.

        “Dessert,” he said, smiling, licking down her stomach, pulling her panties down as he made his way to the edge of the table.

        Thanksgiving lunch was a big affair. The Claytons’ table was huge — it seated 14 — and it was full of food that was passed around, buffet style. Jason wasn’t sure he had ever seen a bigger turkey. It was the centerpiece of the table, and took up a good section of it. 

        Jason laughed. “I think you were staring at me.”

        “Of getting caught!”


        Jason was 27 and unsure about his future. He never loved business journalism. He thought the beat was mainly boring stories about boring people. He wanted to write about something more interesting. He wanted adventure. Maybe he’d go back to college. Maybe he’d move to a new city. He didn’t know. He just knew that if he didn’t approach this latest setback as a new challenge, it would depress the shit out of him.


        “Good,” he said.

        They had cleared out a small section on the kitchen table, and Jason had Hope’s black tank top pulled up to her chin. He squeezed her tits, which fit perfectly in his big hands. 

        “That was different,” she said, finally.


        “No,” she said, suddenly, grabbing his head and pulling him up. He reluctantly complied.

        Hope smiled. “Well, we broke up for a month our sophomore year, so there was one more guy. But that’s it. I am a good girl.”

        “Ha, not. Not at all. Actually, I was sneaking down here to do the same.”

        “Maybe,” Hope said, blushing.

        “Yes,” Jason said, making eye contact again and causing Hope to blush shyly. “Find someone you like, and fuck them. The thrill of almost getting caught is what makes it so hot.”

        “Kitchen in a mountain cabin with 12 people asleep upstairs?” Hope said, biting her lip.

        “It’s easy to be sneaky.”

        “Oh, uh, stomach. Tits. Either,” she said, suddenly remembering where she was. Cumming was always her favorite part, both hers and his. 

        Jason handed her a towel and she cleaned off. They sort of nervously laughed, unsure of what to say to one another.

        “You too,” Hope said, smiling. “Sweet dreams!”

        He was a hedge fund manager, and she was an art curator at a museum. The cabin was their getaway place, but it was bigger than some lodges.

        “No!” Hope said.

        Hope’s tongue tasted like pumpkin. It made Jason smile.

        “Well, yes. I am. Festive. Yes. But tired.” Jason smiled, putting his empty glass down. “It was nice meeting you.”

        She dug her heels into his ass and pulled him deep as his dick continued its urgent exploration. She bit his neck as she started to cum, letting out a quiet, “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Jason pushed deep in her, filling her up, using one hand to support himself and the other to cover her mouth. The feel of his hand restraining her made it even better, and she felt a second wave hit her, harder than the first. Hope let out a quieted moanish scream.



        Hope was a new friend. She was a 22-year-old intern at the museum. She was young, yes, but bright and charming, much older than her years suggested. She had a vaguely European accent and smoked expensive cigarettes. She always wore skirts and chic clothing. Her brown hair was long, but it was usually tastefully pinned back. Men were crazy about her, of course, but she was picky about whom she allowed to pursue her.

        Jason grabbed her hips and pinned her down, fucking her hard, his cock slipping almost all the way out before slamming back into her. His legs were flat on the ground. The table was the perfect height.

        “… and I haven’t talked to him since,” Hope said.

        Jason sat down on the couch beside Hope, handing her the glass of wine that she had asked for. They were both full from the big meal.

        Hope smiled, her mouth full of pie, she struggled to swallow the big bite. “Yes, sorry. I must look like a pig.”

        “Well you can join me if you want. I only bite pie.”

        She had no doubt Jason could be a patient lover, but that was not what tonight was about. They both wanted it hard and fast, the first rule of public sex.

        “Yes, it almost makes up for you staring at me all night.”

        “Yes,” Jason said.

        “You’ve never had sex in public? Really?”

        Jason pulled her down and Hope slipped to her knees, pushing her tits together for a better target. It was the first time she had see his cock. It was shiny in the dim kitchen light. The head was red and large, and Jason’s hand jerked at it roughly.

        “Well,” Hope said, twirling her finger around the edge. “Does it have to be, like, in a store? Can’t it be anywhere that someone might catch you?”

        Their generosity of square footage was matched by their generosity of friendship. Every Thanksgiving, they invited a dozen friends to stay with them for the weekend. They bought the food, and the guests helped with the cooking. There was plenty of wine and space for everyone.

        “Yeah? What are you.”

        He moved to his knees, pulling her ass so it partially hung off, eliciting a whimper from Hope. He pulled her legs over his shoulder and buried his face between her legs, letting his tongue slide deep into her pussy. It was wet and hot and he lapped at it, enjoying her scent and taste. He felt her hands in his hair and he looked up, seeing her arch her back and pull on her own nipples.

        “Good different?” he asked.

        Hope settled back, in bliss, barely noticing Jason continued to pump in her. It felt great, but she was spent and on another planet. “Where do you want me to cum?” he asked.

        “Three years. I lost my virginity to him,” Hope said, laughing. “Sorry. Wine.”

        “I am many things, but I am not creepy.”


        “Of what?”

        “Good. Good to know. I will keep my fingers over here, though, just in case.

        “Maybe to you.”

        “I was,” Hope said, smiling. “I kept wondering why the creepy guy was looking at me.”

        “That’s not that bad.”


        “Have you seen yourself?” he asked. “I just had sex with you. There’s no way for it to be bad.”

        Through the silence and muffled moans, she could hear the squish of her cunt as he fucked her. The sound was almost as exquisite as the feel.

        For my friends who do not live in America, Thanksgiving is a holiday we will be having in three days, in which we eat lots of food and forget we stole our land from Indians. Enjoy and feel free to reblog if you want.


        Jason thought about that. “I can appreciate that. But I am not that good of a boy.”

        “Wow,” Hope said, smiling. “You ARE a bad boy.”

        Jason and Hope both arrived late Wednesday, and other than a cocktail before bed, they did not have a chance to talk to each other. Hope thought Jason was cute, in that hipster-college-professor way. Jason thought Hope was a vision in a tight skirt.


        This year it was single people. That used to be an easy category to fill, but it had become harder as the years passed. More and more friends moved on to relationships. They city was full of single people, but the Claytons did not know them.

        Hope sat across from him, just close enough for them to make the occasional flirty glances. They tried to speak, but it was hard to overcome the noise and distance. Hope caught Jason looking at her, and she smiled, blushing. “What?” she mouthed. Jason shrugged his shoulders and looked away. Later, as Jason was listening to the woman beside him talk about her cats, he glanced Hope’s way. She looked up at the same time and smiled again. “What?” she mouthed again. Jason just smiled back.

        “But you said you were going to bed,” Hope said.

        “Wow,” Jason said, pulling out the cranberries and potatoes from the fridge. They had already finished a pie and part of the turkey. “What an asshole. How long were you two together?”


        “Well, the trick is baby steps. You know, you don’t got to the mall and pick a dressing room. Start somewhere easier. You know, spontaneously. No thoughts. Just act.”

        “Next time?” he asked smiling. She smiled back.

        “No,” Hope said. “I mean, the idea is, you know, hot. But I’d be too afraid.”

        She heard him grunt and felt the cum hit her tits. She moaned as he unloaded on her, jerking his cock and letting it stream. She looked down and saw the faint orange of the leftover sweet potatoes mixing with his white cum.

        “Good?” he asked.

        “OK, let’s see. Uh, I have never … had sex in public.”

        “No,” Jason said, setting the food down on the kitchen table. “It’s cool. Wow. So, you are 22, dated him three years. Broke up two months ago. So … is he the only one you’ve been with?”

        “Oh, hi, uh, sorry, I didn’t think anyone else was up,” Jason said.


        Her bluntness excited him. He pulled his tshirt off his head and she fumbled with his pajamas. Finally he pulled them down with a tug and leaned down to bite her neck. She felt his teeth in her flesh, then the buck of his hips and, suddenly, he was inside of her. All the way. The sensation was incredible, and she bit her lip to stop from screaming.

        “I don’t want to cum that way,” she said. “This is my first time in public. I want to be fucked.”

        “Uh, charming. Charismatic. Festive.”

        “Just act, eh?” Hope said, taking a sip.

        “Yes. Yes, that’s a good example.”

        Hope smiled, sticking her finger into the sweet potatoes and smearing some on her nipples. “Still hungry?” she said. Jason smiled.

        “Maybe. But I can pretty loud.”

        “Great. Yes. Great different.”

        Jason noticed her immediately. He was a former business journalist who had met the Claytons through his previous life. He had recently been let go from his publication, thanks to the dying media industry, but his misfortune took away his conflict of interest and allowed him to accept the Claytons’ invitation. At least one good thing came out of this, he thought, as he stared at Hope from across the room.

        She blushed. “I liked public sex,” she said. “But next time let’s try the bed. The table is sort of hard.”

        “Sure. I am here, right?”

        Jason smiled back, taking another sip. “Yes. Sure. Public is anywhere out in the open. A park. A car. A …”

        He reached out with his tongue, letting just the tip swirl over the sweet potato-covered nipple. Hearing her moan, he moved his mouth over, sucking it hard and swallowing. He cupped her breast, pulling it up to his lips. When she was clean, he moved to the other.


        Jason took a drink.


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          Happy Thanksgiving!

          Monday, May 25th, 2020

          Happy Thanksgiving!


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            Lavender Rain #ass #thanksgiving

            Monday, March 16th, 2020

            Lavender Rain #ass #thanksgiving

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              Thanksgiving Night Cap (by j-dub1980(THANK YOU FOR 50k+ Views))…

              Friday, February 14th, 2020

              Thanksgiving Night Cap (by j-dub1980(THANK YOU FOR 50k+ Views)) 🙂

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                Finally got some alone time after Thanksgiving. Spending it with…

                Friday, January 3rd, 2020

                Wow, thank you so much for this great anonymous submission.  I’m diggin’ it.

                Finally got some alone time after Thanksgiving. Spending it with one of my favorite toys and this blog to get me going. 🙂

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                  Happy (Canadian) Thanksgiving!

                  Sunday, December 1st, 2019

                  Happy (Canadian) Thanksgiving!

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                    Something to be thankful for.  #thanksgiving

                    Sunday, September 29th, 2019

                    Something to be thankful for.  #thanksgiving

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