INTERESTING AFTERNOON


It was an interesting afternoon.

A customer called the restaurant claiming he left a backpack with a bomb in it.

The manager said “what?”

“You heard me, bitch” the caller hung up.

The manager tried to find out the number through the operator but couldn’t. He called the RCMP.

The RCMP showed up, shocked that the restaurant hadn’t been evacuated.

“It was a prank” the manager replied.

“You have to be the stupidest person I encounter,” the RCMP snapped. “If there is a caller claiming to have a bomb you evacuate the store!”

I was just returning from my 15-minute break when Devy stepped in front of me. Her mischievous grin made me wary. “How are you, Becky?” she asked.

“Oh you know, I am doing awesome. Smelling like your grandma!” I chuckled. Devy said my lotion reminded her of her grandma. Ouch!

“how are you?” I hugged her.

“Oh,” she hugged me, “I am awesome. But Becky, you haven’t said hello to Johnny yet!” she stepped aside so I could see Johnny. Johnny was leaning on the kitchen prep table. I was trying not to notice how attractive he was. His muscles, his smile. His eyes. Johnny glanced over at me. he smiled. He hadn’t been working regularly, today was the first time I had seen him.

Suddenly every one of the kitchen staff was watching Johnny and I. what!

“No” I murmured. “Not yet”

“Say hello to Johnny” Devy teased. “He missed you. Hey papa”

I burst out laughing. Devy was so incorrigible! “Hey Papi” I purred.

Johnny turned so red, he had to turn away from me so I wouldnt see the grin on his face.

I burst out laughing. “Johnny doesn’t like it when I flirt with him anymore,” I told Devy.

Devy, Ange and Heidi laughed. “Well, its because his wife works here now,” Ange told me. “You know that!”

“Yes Johnny thinks I am being so inappropriate and doesn’t like it when I flirt.” I pout. “Here you guys are encouraging me to flirt with him. He will tell me no”

The kitchen crew burst out laughing. Johnny just hung his head and sighed.

“Maybe if you offer to babysit his baby. Babysit Georgina!” Devy suggested.

Johnny’s head snapped up. “Oh Becky are you going to babysit for me?”

Suddenly I had not so innocent images of seducing poor Johnny while his wife worked.

Good Lord, I hoped my expression wasnt as nasty as my thoughts were.

“Of course Johnny” I patted his arm, “if you want.”

The girls laughed.

 

 

WHICH ANIME CHARACTER WOULD YOU SMASH


I dont understand how Otaku found it so easy to pick a character they wanted to fuck! I love anime, and I have so many favorite characters! I cant just pick one! I will pick 10!

  1. Byakuya -Bleach.
  2. Sesshomaru- Inu-yasha
  3. Hei – Darker than Black
  4. Kogami – Pyscho- Pass
  5. Ginoza -Pyscho -pass
  6. Sasuke -Naruto (but thats if I am desperate)
  7. Tomoe -kamisama Hajimemashita
  8. Sebastian- Black Butler
  9. Mitsuomi – Tenjho Tenje
  10. Aizen -Bleach

It was harder than I thought. One guy for every day of the week .  Three if I am good girl ♥♥♥

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ONE NIGHT


 

I couldn’t sleep. I still had the taste of Mason lips on my mouth. I wondered how his skin would taste. How his body would react if I kissed my way down it. Would he moan my name? Would he arch into me. Begging for me. If I sucked his cock, would he tangle his fingers in my hair, and face fuck me.
I was getting wet thinking about it. I slid my hand down my body between my legs. I was wet. My fingers stroked my pussy lips, as I thought about Mason
I didn’t hear a knock on the door nor the door open, as I fingered my clit. Stroking.
“Jesus Christ!” the expletive startled me. I opened my eyes to find Mason watching me. My eyes grew wide. My cheeks were pink. From embarrassment, I didn’t know.
I didn’t bother to cover myself. I let my fingers still.
“I was just thinking of that kiss” I admitted.
” that wasn’t supposed to happen” he muttered His eyes couldn’t look away from my fingers. I moved them a little so he could see my pussy. See how wet I was.
“I got so wet,: I whispered. “At the thought of you”
Mason groaned “Becky, you are killing me here.”
“I was thinking of how you would taste. Your cock in my mouth. face fucking me.”
At any other moment, I would be curled up dying from mortification for being so honest. However the fiery depths of his blue eyes made me come alive. My breasts were aching for him to touch me, my nipples hard. My pussy juice dripped over my fingers as I slowly eased them back and forth along my slit.
“I have never wanted anyone more than I want you,” I whispered. I hated the ache in my voice, it made me sound desperate.
Mason took a step toward the bed, then kicked the door closed behind him. “You are a relentless woman,” he mused as if to himself. “Maybe I should sate myself in you. But I don’t think it would be enough. One night won’t be enough for you. For me.” He took another step towards the bed. He stripped himself of his sweater, his jeans next.
I sighed appreciatively when he was finally naked before me.

“Let’s be honest here, Becky” his voice was hoarse. “I thought I knew the little girl who grew into a woman.You fucked me up when I started reading your blog. reading your fantasies, your desires, your heartbreaking confessions.”
He was now on the bed, he gripped me by the thighs yanking me to him. “The truth is I never knew you at all” he went on huskily.
I pressed my fingers against his mouth to silence him. I gasped when his tongue darted out to swirl lick and suck my pussy juice off them. “By the time I am finished, I will know every part of you and your body will be mine,” he promised.
My heart pounded with excitement, my stomach fluttering with his directness. He pushed me back, his mouth on mine. His hands were on my body, caressing my skin. “God, I remember when you were a teenager.” he breathed as his mouth followed his fingers. “You were wearing no bra. It took all I had not to fuck you then.”
I arched into his mouth. “I wanted you to then”
He scowled. “You were a kid, you didn’t know what you wanted.” his teeth razed over my nipples. I moaned in delight.
“If I was finger fucking myself then I sure as hell knew what I wanted.” I moaned.
He groaned, “oh my god, you are so damn sexy”
His mouth lowered. “I am going to eat you out. Let me get between your legs. And make you cum with my tongue” he breathed.
The first touch of his tongue on my clit made me gasp. My fingers curled into his hair. His eyes never left mine, as his tongue lapped and flicked. Alternately between fast and slow. He took his time, bringing me to the edge then easing off.
“Please. Please” I begged. “I am so close.”
Mason teased my folds, as he pushed a finger deep inside me. Stretching me. “Fuck baby, you are so tight.” he breathed. “So wet.”
He sucked on my clit, as his fingers began to pick up speed, then as I began to feel the quivers of my orgasm. he slowed down. I whimpered in frustration. “Mason please!”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling against my clit. His mouth opened and clamped hard on my clit. I shrieked as he sucked hard, while his fingers drove hard and fast deep inside me. I came, twisting against his face. Grinding against him, against his tongue and mouth, as he lapped up my pussy juice.
Mason finally let me sink back down to the bed. Grinning he kissed my inner thigh. “Did you enjoy that?”
I could barely speak. I nodded, the tiny quivers of orgasm still going through me.
“Rest up. Because we have all night.” he promised.

Fuck me! I am so horny right now!

A HIDEOUS MONSTER


I lost my voice. The only frustrating thing about it was whenever I became angry at a customer, I had to raise my voice, the hoarseness became worse! There were a lot of cups thrown! “Learn how to read! There are two drinks! You are making me feel anger!” 

It was exhausting!
Thankfully I was on window for a while.i thought it couldn’t be worse than drive thru. I was wrong!

I was draping myself over my till, half dead from my sickness. I looked ghastly! No amount of makeup could help me! My pale skin, watery eyes, runny nose, dried chapped lips. Hair couldn’t be tame. I looked like the ugly step sister. 

I was hoping customers would ignore me. Be too disgusted to be served by me. Fat chance!

Sexy men would walk in, walk towards my coworkers, they notice me. Suddenly these men would do a 180 and stand expectantly before me! I slowly raised my head, and greet them. And suddenly I was like their cute little puppy! Being cooed over! Wtf!!!

Then there were the women! I never saw so much eye rolling in my life! And when they would walk up with their man? These women thought I was flirting! I have no voice, I wasn’t speaking with  deliberate huskiness, and how did anyone get sexy undertones from it? Bitches are crazy!

when real life crushes your expectations


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Now this is how I want my bath! Lots of bubbles, with you!

Just realized how small my tub is. It can’t fit two people in it!

Well that crushed any romantic sexy thoughts! And sexy stories I may have wanted to write!

 

TLC


“You’re not eating.” Mason murmured, his eyebrows came together in a frown.

She shrugged. “I am not hungry.”

He snorted. “You are always hungry.” he pushed his plate of sushi towards her. “finish mine.”

“no.”

Mason sighed. “Eat the sushi, Becky. You are hungry.”

She took a sip of her tea. “I am not hungry.”

Mason regarded her for a moment, she was avoiding his gaze. Her attention on her mobile. “So you are not hungry. You haven’t been talkative either.” he thought out loud. “Usually you are talking non-stop about something or other.” he reached for her phone and snatched it away.

“Hey!” Becky’s cry of outrage made him smile. Her eyes were fiery with anger.

“Now can we focus on why you are not answering my questions,” Mason asked gently. “You haven’t been eating. Since when?”

“Last week,” she mumbled.

Mason’s jaw clenched. “Last week.”

“I had a few bites here and there.”

Mason glared at her. His hand reached for hers. He laced his fingers through hers”Are you starving yourself?”

Becky recoiled in disgust. “Dieting is not in my vocabulary. No, I am not starving myself. I am just not hungry.”

Mason noticed then how paler than usual her skin was, “Are you sick?”

Becky shook her head, “its probably that time of the month again,” she pinkened when she blurted it out.

“You get sick when you have your period.” Mason pointed out. “Come on let’s get you home.” he gestured for a waiter.

“You shouldn’t wave for service,” Becky was scandalized. “Do you know how rude it is to the waitstaff!”

Mason chuckled. “I am so sorry, I will remember not to do that.” the waiter returned with the check. Becky rose out of her chair and swayed.

Mason gripped her arm. “You ok?”

“I just felt dizzy.” Becky sighed.

Mason helped her with her coat, her purse and walked her to his car. “Don’t worry, I will take care of you,” he promised.

He let her sleep until they arrived at his apartment. He gently woke her. “Wait, this isn’t my apartment” she protested drowsily as he helped her out of the passenger side.

“No, this is where I stay when I am in town.” he drawled. “No way was I going to let you be by yourself.”

He walked her inside. “Get in the shower, I will have the bed ready for you.”

Becky frowned. “But  I don’t have clothes here.” she objected.

“Have your shower,” Mason instructed. He pulled her close, stroking his fingers through hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her forehead. “I am going to take care of you”

He released her and closed the door behind him. He walked into his bedroom, opening some drawers he rummaged thru to get an old shirt. He laid it out on the bed. He heard the shower stop. Moments passed, then the bathroom door cautiously opened. Becky peeked her head out.

“I am in here, babe” Mason called out to her. He watched her emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Her hair wet, her face freshly scrubbed and glowing. Warmth slid through his chest, gripping his heart. She appeared uncertain, it took all he had not to cross the hall and kiss her till neither one of them could breathe again.

She hurried into the bedroom. He smiled at her, taking her hand he led her to the bed. “You don’t have very good water pressure,” she murmured. “My shower head can strip your skin right off”

Mason burst out laughing. “Oh thank you for letting me know.” he helped her into the shirt, taking the towel he patted her hair dry. ” I am sorry you didn’t enjoy the shower.”

“Are you still feeling woozy?” he asked.

Becky shook her head. “Just tired.”

Mason urged her under the blankets and rose. “Wait,” Becky protested, “where are you going?”

“I will be back, I have to get your clothes and medication.” he reminded her.

She shook her head.

“Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?” Mason asked softly.

“Yes”

Mason climbed in beside her, pulling her close so she could feel the heat of his body seeping into hers. She wrapped her arms around him, sighing with contentment. Her face pressing into his chest. “Just to let you know, I am a mouth breather.” she whispered.

Mason roared with laughter, his body shaking and his sides hurt. “good lord!”

-ah if only I had someone to take care of me when I was sick 🙂 ♥

I WONDER


I wonder if this year will be the year:

  1. I will love freely to create intimate, deep and meaningful relationships
  2. to open up my heart and let someone get to know me and who I truly am
  3. to trust someone completely again.

WHY WE LOVE


“We need food. We need water. We need warmth. And the lover feels he/she needs the beloved. Plato had it right over two thousand years ago. The god of love “lives in a state of need.”
― Helen Fisher, Why We Love: The Nature and Chemistry of Romantic Love

DARK CHAOTIC ENERGY


I woke up from a nightmare a few moments ago.

I am still trembling! 

The dream started out nice. Sexy. I was having a threesome with a man and a woman. Enjoying myself immensely, when the dream turned dark. Angry. I was in a house surrounded by woods. I was told I had to pack someone’s belongings -I don’t know who because I didn’t know them. The family refused to do it. Claiming their home was haunted. Whatever.

The person’s bedroom was filled of chaotic energy. Anger,sadness. The light wouldn’t go on so I had to use light from the hallway. The longer I had to stay in the bedroom the more I became influenced by the energy. Angry, resentful. I was throwing things, shouting at the parents “that I was fine! Just leave me alone! If they wanted it done faster they could do it themselves!” 

I was down to the last suitcase, mumbling under my breath how can they be so scared when there was nothing there! The bedroom was so tiny I had to climb over the bed to get to one side to the other. I got up climbed over the bed. My eyes were on the hall when suddenly the room was getting darker.

Something scratched me down my left thigh. I yelped in pain. I glanced down. There were scratch marks but no one there. I began to hurry to the door, but something punched me in the chest knocking me back. My wrists were then grabbed hauling me back into the darkness.

“Help me!” I woke up in mid scream, literally forcing my wrists to move. My wrists were trapped under my pillow and blanket. My left thigh hurt like a son a bitch. I peeled back the blankets but there was no scratches. 

I hate when dreams become physical!!!!

I guess that is what I get when I watch YouTubers react to Logan Paul and the Suicide Forest!😡😡😡

WARY AND IMPATIENT


I had one of those vishing calls happen to me this afternoon.

I was getting ready to go out with my sister and niece when my phone rang. It announced unknown caller. But when i looked at the caller id it said the caller was from Kissimmee Florida.

Odd, I don’t know anyone from Florida.

Curiosity killed the cat, I answered the call.

“Hello” there was silence. I became impatient. My pet peeve is when no one greets me right away. “Hello!”

There was rustling, then a female voice “Yes, hello who is this”

I frowned. What the fuck. You called me.

“Who is this”

she parroted it back “Yes who is this back.”

Bitch, I dont have time for your games. I ended the call. Checked how long I was on for. 18 seconds.  Reversed the number. The number had been linked to several Nuisance number and scammers. Really.

I remember a while ago reading about “Can you hear me” scam. How if you answered the phone, the caller would try to record your voice especially the word “yes” and your name.

I dont know if my impatience on the phone did me any good, but I have to be more wary about my security!

Ugh social hackers!