<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:50:27.234-05:00</updated><category term='Scarlet'/><category term='panties'/><category term='movie'/><category term='sex'/><category term='Marie'/><category term='autograph'/><category term='gym'/><category term='shower'/><category term='offer'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Ania'/><category term='Adelphi'/><category term='phone sex'/><category term='burn'/><category term='memory'/><category term='star'/><category term='personalized'/><category term='I love roleplay'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='photograph'/><category term='phone'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='oracle'/><category term='pleasure'/><title type='text'>Wet Desperate Housewife</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a hot young housewife.  My husband tries, but he just can't satisfy all my needs.  I get into fantasy and I love them all.  I like being a slave, a lover and a dominatrix.  I like engaging a man in his ultimate fantasy and giving him what he needs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-2728979959624357141</id><published>2007-12-03T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:09:48.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HO! HO! HO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Holidays, guys!  I'm looking forward to talking to you and fulfilling all your naughty fantasies.  So, just for the next two weeks, &lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;I'm giving away my sweet, naughty panties and 30 pictures for every naughty boy or sissy that calls me for 30 minutes!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  And for you hot and nasty guys who call for 60 minutes, &lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt;I'll &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt; send you a personalized, autographed pic!  &lt;/span&gt;Just think, just for calling and having the greatest phone sex of your life, you'll get the nicest gift you can keep and ... mmmmmmm ... do whatever you want with them!  Imagine, rubbing your hard rod with my panties, looking at my pic, while talking to me on the phone next time you call!  &lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;So, remember!  Call Ania for 30 or 60 minutes and get terrific prizes! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1-888-474-6769 &lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt;http://www.hornydesperatehousewives.com/ania.html &lt;/span&gt;Hugs and Kisses, Baby! ~Ania  &lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ADULTS ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-2728979959624357141?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/2728979959624357141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=2728979959624357141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/2728979959624357141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/2728979959624357141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='HO! HO! HO!'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-3728849549419582314</id><published>2007-11-27T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:09:28.938-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autograph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adelphi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photograph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalized'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oracle'/><title type='text'>Just In  Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey, lovers!  I just got in from a wonderful trip to Greece with one of my favorite lovers, where we  made love at the  Temple  of Adelphi and  asked  the Oracle  to grant our  wish.  I can tell you, it came true right there on that marble bench in front of the alter.  The Oracle just loves to watch her subjects play with each other and have fun!!  It left me in such good mood that I'm making YOU this special offer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for the Holidays, give yourself a great gift!  Call me for 6o minutes and I will send  you a pair of  my panties AND a personalized,  autographed picture!  I can't wait to  hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs  and deep kisses, Ania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-3728849549419582314?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/3728849549419582314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=3728849549419582314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/3728849549419582314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/3728849549419582314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-in-time.html' title='Just In  Time'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-3318315043922139361</id><published>2007-11-21T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:14:40.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays to You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(180, 58, 197);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well, the holidays are close at hand and I am so far from being ready for them.  You guys ... I want you to step up to the plate and give me what I need and let me fulfill your phone sex fantasies and role plays so we can all  have a great holiday season, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having some great times on line with some of the sexiest guys and girls around, but it's not enough!  I was YOU to come and play with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my HAPPY HOLIDAYS SPECIAL!  Give me a call for 30 minutes and I'll send you a pair of my panties.  For 60 minutes, I sent you a pair of my panties and an autographed picture of your Sex Goddess  Ania!   Want a bra, panties and an autographed pic?  Call me for an hour, baby and let's take it to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out http://www.hornydesperatehousewives.com/ania.html to see more pics, hear a voice clip, and get all my contact information and prices.  I can't wait to hear from you.  Tell me your fantasy and let's live it out; tell me what role you want to play, and I'll make it come true.  Plus you get an autographed picture and my panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFER GOOD ONLY THROUGH THANKSGIVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-3318315043922139361?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/3318315043922139361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=3318315043922139361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/3318315043922139361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/3318315043922139361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-holidays-to-you.html' title='Happy Holidays to You!'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-2009751925977482066</id><published>2007-11-08T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:53:46.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Fun with Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I’m so looking forward to this weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last Friday, my husband went out with a friend to talk about all things political so I invited over a few of my friends to do what we like best!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Donna, Elliot, and Jack came over around 10:30 and the fun started very shortly after that!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Elliot is one of my very favorite playmates!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knows every little part of my body and is a big fan of tickling every little inch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This little fetish was completely new to Jack and Donna, so Elliot and I introduced them in style! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Donna had worn her Naughty School Girl outfit, and I was dressed in my black satin corset, lace garter and black silk stockings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I finished out my outfit with red sequined spike slippers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guys, of course, we stripped down to nothing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Elliot had cuff Donna’s hands above her head and tie her feet to each corner of my big four poster bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, I straddled her and ran my long nails gently down her arms from her wrists down to under her arms and she started to giggle. As Elliot instructed me on the fine art of tickling to orgasm, Donna’s giggles became howls of laughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;As she became more and more excited, Elliot told Jack to lick Donna … when she came she exploded so hard she squirted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, it was my turn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We uncuffed and untied Donna and she lay still there for a moment, still feeling the warmth of afterglow as we all massaged her gently until she was ready to help tie me up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Elliot helped to tie me spread eagle on the bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He started with a feather, lightly tickling my toes, the arches of my feet, and then up the inside of my leg until he reached my moist warmth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tickled me while Donna sucked my nipples and Jack sucked on my toes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sensation was almost more than I could take.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was laughing out loud and hard (as I always do), and feeling Donna’s sensuous tongue and lips on my nipples, as well as Jack’s gentle, sexy sucking my toes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I came quickly, but Elliot wasn’t finished with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He slid his fingers inside me and replaced the feather with his tongue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With his other hand, he tickled the inside of my thighs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The louder I laughed, the more Elliot tickled and licked until he brought me to climax again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, it was Elliot’s turn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Jack took leave of the room for a while, while Donna and I teased Elliot’s hardness with our stocking feet, rubbing him, touching him, and making him crazy with the need to cum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While Donna stroked Elliot with her stocking feet, I reached under his hardness to his balls and began to tickle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Elliot exploded almost immediately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Donna and I licked him clean, bringing his cock back to life. As Jack re-entered the room, I straddled Elliot’s hips and push his heat inside me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Donna looked at Jack with her gorgeous bedroom eyes and he got the message right away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Donna crawled to the foot of the bed, turned her back to Jack and got on all fours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack was wild with desire and mounted Donna, riding her until they both exploded in ecstasy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did the same with Elliot, although as he felt the wave of orgasm coming on me, he tickled me relentlessly. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing beats that much adrenaline all at once!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I hope hubby goes out again this weekend!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait to find out what all my other playmates have in store! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-2009751925977482066?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/2009751925977482066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=2009751925977482066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/2009751925977482066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/2009751925977482066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-night-fun-with-friends.html' title='Friday Night Fun with Friends!'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-5779657428086611196</id><published>2007-10-26T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:07:24.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've been away for a few months -- five to be exact.  I've missed my lover so much, but health issues made it impossible for me to have the energy to get together with anyone.  Nothing too serious, but enough to get me down for awhile.   My first day back was yesterday.  This girls  gave me such a great homecoming and ... Scotty.  My lover.  I've missed him so much.  He came to the party, but wasn't expecting a party at all.  He justed wanted to check in to see how I was doing.  When he saw me, and I saw him, it was like a moment from a movie.  We just stared at one another and the rest of the world disappeared into a shimmer of stars and glitter.  We rushed to one another and were instantly one ... melting into each other, our bodies hungry, our mouths searching.  Scotty has  always had that affect on me.  Without a word, we went upstairs to my room.  No one else said a word, or cared.  They knew we needed each other.  Inside my bedroom, behind the closed door, with our bodies molded together, I reached to light a candle ... then, across the room, our lips  locked together in a deep passionate kiss, Scotty pushed me back on the big four-poster canopy bed.  I couldn't help running my hands all over his body.  It's been so long since I'd touched his hard body, run my fingers through his sandy blond hair, felt his thick mustache on my skin.   All of the sensations I felt with my lover next to me sent me over the edge, before he'd ever found my hinterlands.  I came ... Scotty's weight pressing against me.   We began pulling each other clothes off.  Shirts, slacks, lingerie flying as we longed for each other's skin.  I needed to feel him against me, in me ... all over me.  Scotty's deep kisses, his hardness against my belly.  I had to have him in me.  I looked  into his eyes ... the passion I always found there.  "I want you," I said.  "Yes," was his reply as  he pushed  his long, hard shaft deep into me.  I haven't known another man like him ... and it has been so long.  We made love ... long, sweet and passionate.  When he began to grow harder and longer, began to throb inside me, I knew how sweet, how wonderful it would be when we exploded onto, into, all over reach other. &lt;br /&gt;It is so good to be home.  How I've missed it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-5779657428086611196?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/5779657428086611196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=5779657428086611196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/5779657428086611196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/5779657428086611196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-6499610282883596985</id><published>2007-05-23T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:27:40.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scarlet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>The three amigos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I got to go out two nights ago.  It's the first time in a long time.  I met up with Scarlet and Marie.  Scarlet had flown into Louisiana for a visit and I drove down to Marie's place.  We went bar hopping first, then back to Marie's.  She has the nicest place!  An old Southern home, nice big rooms, high ceilings, and solid construction.  Her hardwood floors are covered with hand-woven wool rugs, and she has large, antique furniture that has been in her family since they came from Europe four hundred year ago.  I would love to see what some of that furniture has seen!&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to Marie's we had coffee with Irish Creme.  Even though Marie's rooms are large and airy, they can be hot in the late spring and summer, so we all began to get warm.  We started undressing. . .which is always fun!  Marie and Scarlet have such sexy bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The warm, sultry night and the scent of beautiful naked women turned us all on.  As we talked, we all came closer together, then began touching each other.  Three beautiful, sexy women. . .touching, feeling, getting warm and wet, feeling very, very sexy.  You can guess what happened next, but if you'd like to hear it, call me at 1-888-474-6769.  I'd love to tell you about it! ~Ania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-6499610282883596985?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/6499610282883596985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=6499610282883596985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/6499610282883596985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/6499610282883596985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/05/three-amigos.html' title='The three amigos!'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-6109515332534687</id><published>2007-04-29T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:23:16.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,palatino;"&gt;I just got back from the beach.  I had such a wonderful time with my good friend Marie.  We laid in the sun, played in the surf, swam in the pool. . .and did all the things one does on vacation.  We also did all the things naught little girls do on vacation!  There was a very nice jacuzzi in our sweet and we invited some really cute college guys back to our condo after drinks on night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,palatino;"&gt;I filled the jacuzzi up with really warm water and added just a couple of drops of lavender bubbles, to relax everyone and get us all in "the mood."  We all climbed in to this huge jacuzzi, glasses of wine in hand, and began to relax and talk.  It was wonderful.  Then, Marie got an idea about the jets.  You can imagine the fun we had after that!  It was great!  Shortly after that, Marie disappeared to her room with Bill and I took Pete by the hand and led him the few steps to my king-sized bed.  We used every inch of it!  It was great, and I'll never forget him!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,palatino;"&gt;The next morning, I cooked breakfast for everyone and we ate on the balcony.  It was a beautiful, cool morning with blue skies, bright sunshine and clean ocean air.  I can't wait to go back to the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-6109515332534687?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/6109515332534687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=6109515332534687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/6109515332534687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/6109515332534687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/04/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-1605067509992977685</id><published>2007-04-11T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:13:54.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come meet my friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hey, sexy guys!  Come meet me and all my friends at The Play Pages (http://www.theplaypages.com).  Use Coupon Code 3A510 and receive 20% off a one-, two-, or three-month subscription!  You won't believe all the new pics and videos!  I can't wait to see you there!  ~Ania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-1605067509992977685?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/1605067509992977685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=1605067509992977685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/1605067509992977685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/1605067509992977685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/04/come-meet-my-friends.html' title='Come meet my friends!'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-2135815617237893822</id><published>2007-03-22T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:14:50.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fireman's Pole</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What a beautiful night last night was.  I've always had a thing for a man in uniform and a fireman is the best.  Every one of them is a hero, willingly putting his life on the line every day to fight a living, breathing monster.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He called late in the evening and asked me to put on my sexiest dress; he wouldn't tell me why.  Dressed in his dress uniform, he brought me flowers when he picked me up.  He took my breath away when I saw him.  He always does.  He's taller than I, with sandy-blond/light brown hair and a handle bar mustache.  (Love that mustache.)  He's well-built and strong--my own personal hero.  I could so easily give up everything just for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He took me to the nicest restaurant in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.  Scott has a flare for entertaining women.  I feel so lucky he chose me.  Might sound funny, I guess, because I don't have any trouble getting men.  But, Scotty is different.  He has a way about him like no other man I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He ordered wine, and the most wonderful dinner.  I ate very little, so excited about being with him, knowing he would make love to me, but not knowing when or where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He took me back to the station.  Unbelievably, it was empty.  Not a soul around.  "I just have to finish up a few things, baby, and I'll be right with you."  This fire station is kind of old fashioned.  Like the ones where all the men sleep upstairs, dormitory style, with their boots and suits ready by their cots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They slide down a brass pole to the rigs when the alarm sounds.  Scotty went into his office and I stayed in the house, feeling more and more excited and beginning to dance slowly around the firehouse.  When I reached the pole, I grabbed hold and swung my self around.  I hadn't heard him come back, but there was Scotty when I came around, back to where I had started.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He slipped one arm around my waist and with his other hand he took both of mine and raised them above my head.  "I love watching you dance," he said, as he kissed me deeply, his tongue searching my mouth for any reply.  I answered with a moan as I felt the warmth rush through my body.  Scotty took his arm from around my waist and untied the top of my halter dress.  It slid to the floor and I was standing naked except for a thong and spike heels.   He pushed my head back and licked my neck, down to my breasts, taking my right nipple in his mouth; he slid both hands under my thong and pushed it down.  I kept my arms over my head, grasping the pole as it warmed rapidly against my body.  Scotty's tongue moved to my left nipple and I yelped. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was dripping, my clit so hard I ached.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scotty lowered himself further and his tongue found my ache, but only made it worse as he teased me relentlessly.   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He picked me up and carried me to his bed.  Because he's chief, he sleeps in his own room.  He laid me carefully on the bed and began unbuttoning his uniform, his beautiful eyes never leaving mine.  He is so sexy in uniform, but even more so out of it.  He was erect and almost throbbing as he lowered his pants, took them off and folded them neatly over the back of a chair.  I could not wait to feel his body next to mine.  All of me ached for him.  My breasts craved his touch, my mouth his probing tongue, my sex his hard, pulsing sex deep inside.  He lay next to me, but instead of release, I felt only more hunger.  "Please," I begged him.  "I need you so much, Scott."  "No yet, my lover.  Not yet.  I want to look at you.  You are so beautiful."  He touched every part of my body.  His eyes followed his fingers as he ran them through my hair, traced my ears, my face, and my neck.  He touched both of my breasts gently, running his hands down my body.  My back arched to meet his touch.  He reached my feet, pulled off my shoes and kissed each of my toes.  Working his way back up my legs with his tongue, he moved to the inside of my thighs and then to my aching sex.  His tongue flicked and teased me, but he would give me no release.  He smiled up at me.  "What do you need, Ania?"  "I need you, Scott.  I need you in me, on me, all over me."  He knee-walked, straddling my body, until his hardness was just over my mouth.  My tongue obediently licked and teased him.  I reached with my hand and took his hardness into my mouth.  He was already dripping, throbbing.  He wanted me as much as I wanted him.  He moved inside my mouth, deeply probing, until he was nearly ready to explode.  He pulled away.  "Not yet."  He moved down, put his hardness between my breasts, and I closed them over his heat.  He moved gently between my breasts, his eyes closed, a deep animal moan erupting from deep in his chest.  I, too, could not help but moan in deepest pleasure.  Again, he was throbbing, pulsing, nearly ready to explode.  Again, he stopped.  "Not yet," he said again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He moved down further and into my aching sex.   He pushed deep inside me and I nearly exploded at the glorious feeling.  "Not yet," he whispered in my ear.  "Not yet."  He paused for a moment, then started moving inside me, rocking gently, his pelvis against my own hardness, his hardness deep inside.  "Oh, Scott.  I can't stop it.  I need you.  I need this."  With that, my orgasm exploded all over him.  The heat and wetness, the pulsing and twitching made him explode as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nothing ever makes me feel better than cumming together with my own personal hero.  I can't wait to hear his voice again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-2135815617237893822?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/2135815617237893822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=2135815617237893822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/2135815617237893822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/2135815617237893822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/03/firemans-pole.html' title='The Fireman&apos;s Pole'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-5287566783816611092</id><published>2007-03-05T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:54:37.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;While I didn't get to see all of the recent total lunar eclipse, when the full moon arose over rural Louisiana, I was outside looking for it.  My Russian friend Petri was also there.  OMG, I love his accent.  He's a astronomer of sorts and has a great telescope, binoculars, and an awesome camera.  As the full moon arose, it had a beautiful red hue.  Petri looked at me and said, "You are beautiful in this light."  I melted.  That accent, and those Eastern European good looks. . .I thought I'd explode right there.   He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, his tongue searching my mouth.  I felt my sex begin to throb.   I put my arms around his neck and he picked me up quickly and laid me down in the backseat of his SUV.  As I scooted back, removing my jeans, Petri was already on top of me, his pants down and his sex erect and throbbing.  I couldn't wait to feel it inside me.  I was already ready to explode on him.  As he pushed deep inside I felt complete ecstasy.  It was beautiful.  I'd never felt such warmth.  It didn't take long before we were both exploding in satisfied waves of release, but its was so good that I can't wait for another eclipse. . .I'll be stargazing at least once a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-5287566783816611092?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/5287566783816611092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=5287566783816611092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/5287566783816611092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/5287566783816611092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/03/total-eclipse.html' title='Total Eclipse'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-800407142277792948</id><published>2007-02-26T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:12:13.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Door Neighbors</title><content type='html'>I ran a nice bubble bath yesterday and was undressing to get in it when my zipper got stuck. It was the perfect opportunity to call on Pat. His wife always naps for hours on the afternoon, and he is sooooooooo hot. I knocked on his door, my shirt unbuttoned just enough to see my split-cup fishnet bra, the little black bows neatly tied, my hard nipples peaking through, begging for attention. Pat answered the door with a smile creeping across his lips. He's such a loyal guy. . .hard to get, but so lonely. "Pat, my zipper is stuck, and I was just running a bath for myself. Can you help me get my pants off?" He's look was a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "Sure, Ania. Let's go to your place. Can't have you walking back with no pants on." I walked a step or two in front of Pat, just so he could watch me swing. . .I know that always gets him. "Can you come upstairs, Pat? I need to check the bath water to make sure it hasn't gotten cold." "Sure," he said. In the bathroom, I felt the water through the mounds of bubbles. It was perfect. I turned to Pat. "It's perfect, Pat. But, what about these pants?" I reached over and undid his belt, button and zipper and slipped his jeans down. His hot rod sprang out ready for action. Pat tugged gently at my zipper and down it came. "Why, Ania, this wasn't stuck at all." "No, Pat. But, I had to get you here somehow. I've missed you so much." Pat put his strong arm around my waist and slip his other hand into my half-buttoned shirt. He rubbed my breasts and I was on fire. Pat is so smooth. . .before I knew it we were both naked and he was kissing and licking all over my body. I had to return the favor. Pat is so delicious. He picked me up and put me into the bath. . .he washed me gently, working me up along with the lather. Then, he pulled the plug, rinsed me well, lifted me out of the bath and wrapped me gently in a thick soft towel. He carried me to my bed and we made the most passionate love I've had in months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-800407142277792948?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/800407142277792948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=800407142277792948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/800407142277792948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/800407142277792948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/02/next-door-neighbors.html' title='Next Door Neighbors'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-1476103879376462779</id><published>2007-02-19T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:26:37.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardi Gras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Mardi Gras week has been wild in Louisiana. One of my lovers has been there all week, so I went down to meet him over the weekend. I wanted to surprise him, so when I got to the hotel, I ask the concierge to let me in the room. I got the surprise! There was my lover, in bed, with two college girls! I didn't waste a minute. I grabbed the concierge, pulled him into the room and unbottoned his pants. Before he had any idea what was going on, I had his pants around his ankles and I was giving him the job of his life.&lt;br /&gt;My lover sat up in amazement to watch me. His college companions grabbed for their clothes and left as quickly as they could. I had to laugh! After they slammed the door on their way out, my lover, our concierge and I made the most of the afternoon. I love an Ania sandwich! It's my favorite! I'll be it's the first time that concierge hasn't asked for a tip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-1476103879376462779?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/1476103879376462779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=1476103879376462779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/1476103879376462779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/1476103879376462779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/02/mardi-gras.html' title='Mardi Gras'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-1868479431672083325</id><published>2007-02-10T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:59:41.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love roleplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Loving a Movie Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8AD0jseRXs/Rc55pyxKc4I/AAAAAAAAABE/_RCVasfFB90/s1600-h/ania+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030091592728998786" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8AD0jseRXs/Rc55pyxKc4I/AAAAAAAAABE/_RCVasfFB90/s320/ania+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yesterday I made love with a movie star. . .well--a minor star. But, he was so very hot. We met by sheer coincidence (and luck). Instantly, we were attracted. He's beautiful, young, with a perfect body. He'd just been working out as I walked into the gym. He took of his shirt and his body glistened. He was beautiful. I was instantly hot and ready. I looked around and no one was there--no one working out, no one behind the counter--no trainers. Just him and me. I later learned he had rented the gym and his body guards had cleared it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He looked at me when I walked in. A smile creeped across his lips as he rubbed a towel across the back of his neck. He sauntered over and spoke, "How'd you get in here?" I had walked in, without any resistance from body guards--I hadn't even seen them and I told him so. He smiled again. Instantly, his hand was around my throat, but he was kissing me. His kisses were deep, desperate, hard. . .and probing. I wasn't fighting. I was surprised, but pleasantly so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Soon, he lessened his grip on my throat, reached down and turned me around. His hands were everywhere, under my tanktop caressing my breasts and into my shorts checking my wetness, around my throat again--everywhere at once. Before I could comprehend what he was doing, I was on my back on a weight bench. He'd pulled my tank and my shorts down and off my body and was licking me from chin to hips, over and over. Then his tongue shot between my neather lips. I shook with desire and pleasure, his tongue flicking across my most sensitive spot, then darting in and out of my tight wetness. Suddenly, he was on top of me, pounding into me hard, then harder, and then slowly. He talked to me continuously, but wouldn't let me say a word. I came hard and wet. . .and then I was weak, but he was relentless. When I came, he laughed. "That isn't all you have, is it you little Southern Slut? You've got another one in there, don't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He pulled me from the weight bench and pushed me to my knees. He was behind me. He grabbed my throat again with one hand and grabbed my breasts hard with the other. Then, he ran his hand down my flat belly and felt inside my wetness again. Dragging his nails back up my belly and over my shoulders, he scratched down my spine. He moved his hand from the front to the back of my neck and pushed me to my hands and knees. His hands were instantly on my buttocks. . .feeling, groping, his thumbs pushing my cheecks apart, and then his fingers searching for a way inside me. Then, without warning he pushed into me completely, hurting me in the same stroke as giving me glorious pleasure. His fingers reached around and played with my pleasure spot until I moaned again with a deep, unrelenting orgasm. He laughed at me. "You whore. You're such slut. You love me, don't you? I'm going to make you come again. I'll make you come until you can't walk, bitch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Before I could beg for mercy, I was on my back again on the floor and he was licking me, his fingers probing deep inside. True to his word, he brought me to the penacle of pleasure again and again until I could not walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When he was finished, he carried me to the shower room and turned on the water. He gently washed and kissed me until all of my soreness and tension was gone. He washed my hair. He gently dried me with thick, soft towels and then we made gentle passionate love again. This time, he was a different person. He was kind, gentle, loving. It was as beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Afterward, we went into the gym again. He fixed me a hot cider and we sat and talked until his bodyguards came back. After asking for my name, address and phone number, he instructed one of them to drive me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I don't know if I'll ever see him again, but that one day will burn in my memory forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-1868479431672083325?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/1868479431672083325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=1868479431672083325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/1868479431672083325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/1868479431672083325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/02/loving-movie-star.html' title='Loving a Movie Star'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g8AD0jseRXs/Rc55pyxKc4I/AAAAAAAAABE/_RCVasfFB90/s72-c/ania+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-4722757895680010000</id><published>2007-02-03T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:09:51.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've slept most of the day. We had such an exciting night last night--visitors from all over. . .romping and playing! We checked out a new website, but the movies were just terrible! We did make the best of things and had a great time playing all kinds of game and living fantasies. I got more of my pics yesterday that were taken earlier. There are more outstanding, but I'm so excited about what's come in so far! I can't wait to show them off and generate some more phone fantasy friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-4722757895680010000?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/4722757895680010000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=4722757895680010000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/4722757895680010000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/4722757895680010000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/02/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday Night'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-6574037708401773510</id><published>2007-02-02T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:56:53.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First of February</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8AD0jseRXs/Rc544SxKc2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/l8xTG7W0RT0/s1600-h/ania+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030090742325474146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8AD0jseRXs/Rc544SxKc2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/l8xTG7W0RT0/s320/ania+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Alyssa was so sweet and I breathed deeply against her thigh. Her scent was intoxicating. Our lover had called and we all got together to bring each other comfort from the cold and satisfaction of our raging desire. He wanted to pleasure Alyssa's breasts and I was dying to satisfy his cock. Alyssa and I had the hungriest pussies I'd seen in weeks. Alyssa pulled me close and kissed me deeply. I melted in her embrace. Our lover looked on, stroking himself and dying to get between us. When he finally did, I dropped to my knees and took his organ into my mouth. It was hot and hard; he was already dripping from seeing Alyssa and me in our loving embrace. I couldn't get enough. I ran my warm wet tongue up and down and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; his sack with my tongue and lips. Back up again to the top as I ran my tongue under the edges. . .I took him deep into my mouth, exerting pressure by sucking hard. . .over and over. Soon, he exploded on my face and breasts. Alyssa sank down to her knees to clean me gently with her tongue, while our lover pleased my womanhood until I was all but lost in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;. It was a lovely moment of pure bliss.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-6574037708401773510?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/6574037708401773510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=6574037708401773510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/6574037708401773510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/6574037708401773510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-of-february.html' title='First of February'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8AD0jseRXs/Rc544SxKc2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/l8xTG7W0RT0/s72-c/ania+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-8626427749623319030</id><published>2007-01-24T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:53:53.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love roleplay'/><title type='text'>Role Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;From one of my adoring fans: "Dress as wonder woman, make me beg for air as you sit on my face.. Aw hell, here is a fantasy for you!!!!!!!! You are dressed in something sexy, a thong, a teddy, garters, hose, etc. We eye each other down and I tell you there is no way that a woman like you can beat me in a wrestling match. You are determined to prove me wrong. You know that that body of yours has powers over me. Knowing that if you can get me down under you and make me nearly pass out from being smothered under you fantastic thong covered a.. and p… I would become your helpless slave forever.We start to wrestle and you make sure I get a good long look at that sexy body in that lingerie that will soon own me. We begin the match; you are forcing to look in those eyes, making me ever so weak and close to being your slave. You get me down and start taunting me more saying soon I will belong to you, asking me how does it feel to be over powered by a woman, knowing that I will be your slave. You get me in a scissors hold and a smile comes over your face as you notice me grabbing those strong smooth sexy legs that will soon render me helpless. Feeling how smooth and strong they are, taking my air and strength away. You decide to all but put me away knowing the power of that perfect ass, you reverse your hold and put me in a reverse head scissors. Holding my head and face near that perfect ass, those strong legs squeezing the air out of me with my neck between those strong thighs. You feel all of my power draining out of me and start to taunt me again, asking me “who has you now”: who is the stronger, did you let woman kick your ass”, squeezing every time I try to talk. You now know I am all but gone but you want to finish me off properly and make sure I know my place beneath you. You roll me over to my back, pin my arms down with your knees, and lower your thong covered ………… down to just above my face. You ask me if there is anything I want to say before you put me out cold? Once pinned under you in this way no man escapes. I know soon I will be your slave forever. I try one last attempt to get away knowing it is my last chance. You reach back and grab me between my legs and lower your ….. on my face look down and smile at me and say “what’s the matter, little girl got you now? Huh”? You know that your juices are more powerful than and man and further torment me. I realize I am helpless, totally yours now and will be at your mercy every time I look at you or think about you. You lower yourself on me again and ask “now who is the stronger, who got beat by this little girl”? “Admit you are my slave, call me mistress mam”. You lower down onto my mouth and face hard, making me unable to breathe, you look in my eyes and smile and say “beg your mistress for air as you squeeze my ….. even harder…I say please mistress mam, let me breathe. You force me to admit I belong to you and that you kicked my ass. I worship your ass and ……and will obey you forever. I am your slave helplessly craving you always. You now have to decide whether or not to put me out unconscious or not, telling me if I go out that when I wake I am your slave. I helplessly agree knowing I am your slave regardless now. You later decide to make me further forever at your mercy by putting me inside you and making me totally melt inside you. Anytime I get out of line you just smile knowing that all you have to do to put me back in line is challenge me to a wrestling match, one in which you have no doubt of your superiority and power over me. Damnit, now I want this so bad! Make me call you Mistress if you dare, if you can……….. Make me pass out under your powers. Under your thong cutting my air supply off please!!!!!!!!! Ok sorry for any language I used in this. Your slave to be, maybe, Mistress mam… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-8626427749623319030?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/8626427749623319030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=8626427749623319030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/8626427749623319030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/8626427749623319030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/01/role-play.html' title='Role Play'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-6201638282978850475</id><published>2007-01-20T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:57:39.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Early Hours</title><content type='html'>I've been here most of the night and into the wee hours waiting for a call.  I had a great one earlier.  It as a two-girl call where the caller sat back and listened while my girlfriend and I made passionate love to each other.  We both came again and again.  Still--I want a man to take me and control me for a while.  I am so desperate for that kind of submission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-6201638282978850475?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/6201638282978850475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=6201638282978850475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/6201638282978850475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/6201638282978850475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/01/early-hours.html' title='The Early Hours'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875584563783556118.post-1872583821299218736</id><published>2007-01-19T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:22:59.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to my husband's hardness pressing against my bottom. I rolled over a took him in my arms and he gave me all he had. I was left wanting for more all day long. I haven't gotten any calls today, but I hope someone will call tonight and satisfy my needs. I'm so hot. . .I'm just dripping. I could use a good fantasy tonight. A good long fantasy. I'd like to be a slave tonight, I think. I've been a dominatrix all week; I want to be submissive and have someone take me hard and fast--someone to make me do what he wants. . .I could get into that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8875584563783556118-1872583821299218736?l=wetsexyania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/feeds/1872583821299218736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8875584563783556118&amp;postID=1872583821299218736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/1872583821299218736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8875584563783556118/posts/default/1872583821299218736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wetsexyania.blogspot.com/2007/01/v.html' title='This morning'/><author><name>Sexy Ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04904711507214083720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
