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Friday, July 30, 2010

Size Sevens From Heaven

is my latest entry into Alison's Smut Marathon.  Thanks to those who voted for me.  I made it through to round four - which promises to be VERY interesting indeed.

For those who missed it, here it is.  (oh and the 80's movie?  Mannequin with the very dreamy Andrew McCarthy & the incredibly hawt Kim Cattrall)


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‘Made for pleasure.’ Ian thought to himself as he crouched at her feet. His eyes stroked a pair of caramel coloured long legs lovingly as they stood in front of him. His mouth watered at the sight of ten tiny toes, perfectly painted in a practical plain polish.

Ian’s prick pulsed as he opened the shoebox in front of him. He tenderly lifted the contents out. He glanced around to see if anyone was watching, but the eyes above him stared straight ahead. Surreptitiously he ran his lips across the smooth material, longing to lick the lace at the peek-a-boo toes. The size seven scarlet satin stilettos were made for him to worship, to suffer under.

He knew how the smooth sole would feel as it pressed his scruffy cheek into the ground. He knew that with just enough pressure, those delicious spiked heels would threaten to tear open his sac. He knew the bruise that would be left when it stomped on his chest. He shifted his weight, and bit back a groan as his jeans rubbed against his full, aching cock. He needed to cum, wanted to, right on the insole of that fuck me shoe.

“Hey Ian.” His boss stood in the open doorway. “Finish the display and go home. This ain’t the movies kid. She’s not coming to life.” He smirked, and closed the door.

Slipping the other shoe into his bag, he winked at the mannequin. “You can have this back in the morning.”








©Miz Angell 2010

Friday, July 23, 2010

Stilettos....

I can't walk in the damn things - hell I can barely even balance in them.  And, like our hostess with the mostest Alison, the only time I would wear them would be in the bedroom - and that way I can be on my back, or my knees, or balanced against a wall....

Anyway.....that was the theme for this round of Project Smutway.  I spend days wishing I was as imaginative as Ms. Tyler is.  There are eleven stories to try on for size.  Pop on over to find the perfect one.

Round Three

And then pass on the word to all your perv friends.  In the interest of fairness, I won't tell you which one I wrote.  But let's just say if you read carefully, you'll find my love for 80's movies in there somewhere.

*wink wink*


SIGH - Andrew McCarthy was SUCH a cutie....

Saturday, July 10, 2010

It's Mah BIRFDAY

And I'm gonna celebrate with all of you by sharing this.


And just to show that I'm an equal opportunity pervert


So nosh on those for awhile (god would I love to!) and I'll be back soon!

MWAH!

Monday, July 5, 2010

Secrets Revealed...

Ok, so I came in fourth place in round two of Alison Tyler's Project Smutway.  But I haven't been eliminated - I'm still alive.  Congrats to Monocle, who won with the hot and sexy We All Have Our Secrets.  Thanks to everyone who voted for....


Can you tell?

I wonder if you know my secret.

I look into your amused eyes and wonder if you know what I’m thinking.

Do you notice when I shake your hand hello I take a second to stroke your fingers? I’ve always wondered how those long fingers would feel buried deep inside me. The thought makes my pussy damp with need.

When we speak, I wonder how you would sound panting, moaning my name. Would your voice grow deeper with desire? Would it be high, pleading for release? The imagined sound makes my nipples harden with desperation.

When you laugh, your tongue peeking out from between those pink lips, I wonder how well it would swirl around my clit, lapping up my juices before plunging in and out of my wet cunt. My clit throbs, straining against my thong.

When you move behind me, to let another pass us in the hallway, I can feel your hard cock, and I wonder if you’re long enough to hit the right spot, the one guaranteed to make me cum and cry in release and relief. I wonder if you’ll be able to fuck me to satisfaction.

I wonder if you even have a thought that after you go to your office, I’ll have to rush to the ladies room and finger myself until I manage to gush all over my hand with pent up frustration at the wondering I’ve been doing.

Every day, at eight o’clock – I wonder if you know my secret.



©2010



Stay tuned for Round Three!