3 lips in 24 hours

Sometimes things happen in 3 s. For Trixie, this was the case. Cloaked in a strategically sexy dress, hand texting wildly to all of her boys, and a clear cocktail in the other paw, she was setting herself up for an active 24 hours. The first target was a mysterious dark haired gentleman in blue. She had eyed him all night. He was tall, well dressed, nice hair, sexy smile and represented the whole package. A few hours later, with the help of a very cute, chiseled wing man she was laughing, chatting and getting to know this mystery man at the bar. At the close of the evening, he gave her a ride home in his very fancy car, and walked her to the door and kissed her under the moon and the stars. This accounts for lips #1

Meanwhile, Trixie was getting text messages from Brad, the fallen angel, who wanted to meet up all night. She did not know what to anticipate from his godly ways. considering her stomach was growling post kiss with lips #1 , she figured that he could take her to get some food! So a few minutes later, Brad pulls up, she runs out and hops in his truck and off they go to find some food at 2:30am. The expert that he is, he finds a great spot and they enjoy some yummy breakfast croissants filled with eggs, bacon and cheese. After digesting, they end up entangled on the couch making out, in what was quickly becoming hot. This fallen angel was not as pure as he she had imagined! He pushes to move to the bedroom, where her frock is ripped off, as is his shirt and later his huge belt, and even later he starts pulling his jeans off.....she did not initiate that part for the record. They make out half the night until the sun starts rising and they realize they need to close their eyes for a while to get some much needed sleep. They lay half naked, snuggled in her bed for a few hours until he gets up to depart. This is lips #2: the Fallen Angel

After another hour of sleep on her own, Trixie awakens and readies herself for a few hours at the beach with her pal. While there, she gets text messages from Mr. Aged Wine who is comin to town. He says he cannot wait another day to see her, so she is excited and giddy! She wears another flirty frock and pretties herself for the date. He arrives in his shiny SUV and they jet off to her favorite spot. They have a wonderful evening of banter, heartfelt discussion and flirtation. Once home, he grabs her and kisses her passionately as she is trying to pour their nightcaps. Later, clothes torn off, he kisses her again and cloaks her with compliments and sweetness, she melts. They have a passionate and sexy evening, and she is sad to see him go. This is lips #3

The lesson of the story is things do happen in 3 s sometimes and when its this good, 3 strikes you're out could have a whole other conitation. Trixie was out, and ready to rest and think of her 3 lips!

Yacht or Not?

The Rockin Chicks wanted to find a boy with a boat as the July 4th holiday is approaching and they thought it would be fantastic to be basking on a yacht in the ocean, drinking cocktails, waving to the other boats, listening to music and feeling spectacular. So they went out with that goal in mind. They chose bars which were adjacent to the water where lots and lots of boats are parked to even further increase odds of finding a good boat owner worthy of these lovely ladies. Spotted....a young, well built guy cleaning his boat. He was taking such pride in wiping down every surface meticulously, scrubbing, cleaning......and the girls watched from the windows above at the bar. The coug was smashed up against the glass trying to determine his age and if he was indeed hot. He appeared so from the distance, so off she hopped from her stool and dashed out of the bar. She tried one direction and found no entrance to get down to the docks. So she went around the back, and faced a locked door leading to the docks. With no other options, dejected she went back to her friends in the bar. "Nice effort", they told her. They continued to watch the hot, young gent make the final touches on his boat and then , without warning, a girl appears from the cabin! Phew, good thing that gate was locked......or the coug could have made herself into a fool trying to pick up the boat boy with a girlfriend down below in the hull. I guess she could have always knocked her off into the cold harbor water?!

keep a sock on it

Mr. Beefcake was young and hot and liked to look good. Ms. E knew he was a hot piece of meat, but realized the boy was not the sharpest tool in the shed, nor was he saving for the future. Nevertheless, she enjoyed their romps and was planning on continuing to play with him for a while more at least. One evening he told his lady, Ms. E about his tanning experience. He was describing details of how burnt his bum had become.....shocked, she asked, "you go naked in there?" and he said, "yeah babe, I don't want tan lines." She ponders for a moment, still staring at his perfect chest, and proceeds to ask, "well what about that," pointing to his manhood. He says, "Oh, I put a sock on it." Simple enough! Who said the beefcake was not smart??

pinnacle of hotel sex

The saucy shoediva had devious thoughts brewing in her head as she pondered the evening activities. You could cut the sexual tension with a steak knife, and it had been increasing for a few weeks between these two. Although Mr. Spice had a serious girlfriend, he felt a strong attraction to the shoediva and just a matter of time before he would stray. Tonight they both were nervous as this could mark the evening where they both decide to take their sexual frustration to a whole new level, or platform.....or stilleto?! During the course of the evening, they eyed each other through the crowd, yet maintaining their composure. Yet, once back in his hotel room, their hearts beat nervously through their chests like teenagers doing this for the first time. They were breathing hard as they undressed each other and then, like wild animals the shoedive and Mr. Spice made passionate hotel room love multiple times. The energy was intense, raw and exciting, and just as she was getting up to get dressed, he pulled her back for more. Another round of hotel room action. Finally, exhausted and satisfied, she had gotten just what she came for....she dressed, put on her saucy heels and pranced on out of the room on the 16th floor and down to valet to pick up her car. She had gotten Mr. Spice to stray and was it well worth it indeed!

the one everyone wants

The coug knows a good opportunity when she sees it: a chance to be with the one that everyone wants, a boy that lots of girls think is a hottie, many lust after and gets stares from girls on the street, well of course she wants to sample this! she must, she does not like taking no for an answer and having this hot piece of meat would certainly brighten her day. She followed the instructions on how to score any boy you want, (see older posts pleeeze) just like a recipe, step by step and it worked out ever so well. More proof that anyone can score the boy they seek if they put their mind to it. Ladies, sometimes these things almost become too easy, and we all know how fun the chase is......so just hope these boys we are after provide some good chasing or else it really does make things less erotic, less exciting and less enticing. back to the boy that everyone thinks is a hottie...well the coug got him. she got him good. easier than she thought and now he is in her web for playdates whenever they both are feeling it. She enjoyed his chiseled chest, big strong arms and the stigma that he is not truly available, its the best situation ever. They can never be.....but they can surely play and enjoy a life of fantasy and fiction!

Didi reigns the bachelor party

Didi and her crew of rockin chicks came upon a group of cute and wild gents while hittin the slopes one fine winter day. there were some hotties in the bunch, and all the girls were pickin their boys for later that evening. they rode hard, snow sprinkles flyin, electricity in the air and certainly some hook ups in the forecast. later that evening the girls spotted their bachelor party crew of cuties at the local watering hole, where the tunes were jammin, the lighting was kind and the liquor was being dished out generously. They instantly meshed, dancing, laughing, smiling, teasing, flirting, drinking, gettin low, shakin it, eyes meetin eyes, grabbin hips, hugs, and even kisses. Didi was creating quite the following, she had a few admirers this evening. The brave one stepped up early and soon enough was dancing, grinding and kissing on Didi, and was he ever the hottie? tall, grey eyes, fabulous smile, nice hair, and totally fun....such a score for Didi. Meanwhile Cici was sandwiched between the rough and tumble rebel and a few other bachelor members here and there, all the while, she was keeping an eye on the "taken one" with whom she had an electric connection with.......ah, sign the pain of frustration. Later as the tunes slowed, the ladies piled into a car, girls on laps, boys smashed in trunks, boys on laps, everyone in good spirits and the energy high. The girls arrive at bachelor party central to be intermixed in the games, the antics and the fun. There, Didi discovers perhaps that she had overlooked a real contender....G-man was sassy, edgy, tall, cute and she felt the chemistry brewing. Didi was caught in a dilema now because she had bachelor #1 all hugs, hands and kisses blanketing her like the heavy snow outside, and this new sassy contender using every open chance to flirt and send Didi the clear signals that he was interested in this lovely lass. What to do? Well what any smart girl would do, why choose when you can sample both? So she did just that. She made out with both bright bachelor party contenders that evening, leaving quite a trail of broken hearts and tales for the boys to share.................

2 Hotties and a W hotel room

Cici had on a sassy black dress during her night on the town, hoping to get some action with McDreamy boy....she lured him up to her room, lights on dim, champagne on ice, W soundtrack gently playing a hypnotic beat, she senses his nervousness. They sit, she pounces, no time to waste. She kisses and licks his neck, and realizes that there is no real reciprocation. She stops, she pauses some more and says, WTF?? He feels guilt. Guilt that there is no need to explain. He says he wants to f*$# her all night long but must stop himself. She tells him to go. Door closes and he is gone. She texts her back up boy, he replies instantly. He arrives at the door minutes later and she takes him into her bed and they make out well into the morning hours....

skinny jeans hampering the heat in the bedroom?

What do you do when you are enthralled in hot and heavy make out time and the male is trying to tug your pants off and they are such skinny jeans that they get all stuck at the ankles?Eliza was plagued with this moment which felt like hours the other evening when in a make out session around 3 am with a hot mystery boy. Her lovely black skinnies were nearly leggings, and ended up getting stuck around the ankles, leaving her looking less than graceful as she had to reach up and try to help the mystery male free herself from these torture devices that we call fashion! They both tugged at the jeans, Eliza almost falling off the bed at this point.........and finally she was free. But seriously, now I know why Guess created those weird little ankle zippers?! It all makes sense now. Eliza wondered if she could find some vintage Guess to alleviate this problem in the future and to minimize the embarrassment of being stuck in your skinnies?!