In-Flight Waffle

Meg Philip/ April 15, 2017

Right about now, I feel like I’m on top of the world, thanks to my mate Hennessy!  Although, I guess I’m not that far from being on top of the world, as I sit on my Virgin flight to Barbados at 39,000 thousand feet in the air. I’m trying to write, I had grand plans to write for the duration

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Juicy Pussy…!

Meg Philip/ April 15, 2017

My pussy is very special simply because it is my pussy and if I don’t love or appreciate my pussy, then nobody else will (ok, not quite). My pussy was once described as a forward c-cup; meaning no matter what angle you approach it, access is still easy…. No I didn’t quite get that either. An old Jamaican boyfriend of

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Master Bates

Meg Philip/ April 15, 2017

My dearest sweetest Ghetto Mistress, I implore you to forgive the wicked erotic musings of my vile tortured self. I am repeatedly visited by a demon bringing visions of your goodly self in a state of immodest nakedness begging me to join with you in a series of the most depraved acts that only the most wanton mind could imagine.

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Garden Man

Meg Philip/ April 15, 2017

So there I am sitting out on the verandah (or porch as I’ve just been corrected) overdosing on some much-needed vitamin D and minding my own business. As I stand up to stretch my legs and admire my surroundings yet again, I notice a young man in the garden a few houses down standing by a tree; nothing wrong with

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Sexy Sky

Meg Philip/ April 15, 2017

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, naked and fresh from the shower; I was air drying whilst waiting for the sun to come up. I stared intently at the sky, absorbing the amber and grey/blue colours. My mind wandered as I reflected on the past few days. I thought about you and true to form, you made

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You…

Meg Philip/ April 15, 2017

Your deep voice drives me wild, your soft lips make me melt, and your firm body leaves me weak for days. I made myself comfortable on your sumptuous recliner and could feel the sleep threatening to consume me. I tried really hard to concentrate on what you were saying; I even tried to sit up and look at you but

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