Janee at iBlog is a plagiarist!

Check it out:
http://www.janee.iblog.co.za/2007/10/04/inspiration-dead-at-moment/

This is blatantly stolen from my blog post last summer!

This may be a good time to point out that all content of this blog, my literotica site and (of course) anything on Wicked Temptations is the property of that corporation and under their copyright.


And now, a teaser for the next story that will go up here and at Wicked Temptations... It's the second part of my first threesome story (ha!):

After a delicious dinner and a few glasses of wine, my husband Dirk and I started making out in one of the resort’s fourteen outdoor hot tubs.


The tubs were separated by just a few feet of grass or pebble pathways lit by tiki torches and giant pillar candles on iron stands. There were at least two people in each of the other tubs. All of them were kissing and, from what we could see in the flickering light, most of them were having sex. In the hot tub next to us, five women were silently pleasuring each other. Two brunettes were making out heavily. A blonde was sucking her redheaded friend’s breasts while a second blonde fingered the redhead underwater.



During dinner, Dirk and I couldn’t stop talking about our incredible session with Lana earlier in the day. Staring at him in his shirt and tie, I felt myself getting more and more turned on as I remembered filming him fucking the sexy, busty maid.



I’d changed into an incredible, sparkling gown with the world’s highest slit in front for our romantic dinner. Dirk had reached between my legs and stroked my thighs as we enjoyed the food and shared a bottle of merlot. Once we finished, we walked out and took in the sight of hot tubs filled with couples and groups enjoying each other in the cool night air. Dirk stripped down and got into the tub naked, but I surprised him by unveiling my new string bandeau bikini. Dirk was used to seeing me in more conservative bikinis or one-pieces, and I thought his eyes were about to pop out of his head as I lowered myself into the water next to him.


“You are the hottest woman at this resort. Come here, baby,” he said, and suddenly we were making out like we were teenagers again. He cupped my boobs gently, rubbing my nipples through the smooth fabric of my bandeau top. I climbed onto his lap and teased him by letting my tiny g-string rub against his cock without allowing him to enter me.