Archive for October, 2008

Dirty Whore

Posted in Erotica with tags , , on October 10, 2008 by naughtysecretary

You know what they say, the bigger the hoops…the bigger the…

Mmm hmm. They say it even louder when the whore-red hoops match the whore-red nail polish.

God, it’s like you’re calling me a whore or something…

I must have gotten the wrong impression in bed last night…

Why? Was I whore-like?

Your collar was whore-red as well.

Imagine that, yes it is. Just like this plastic cup sitting beside me.

Just because a whore has red hair does not make the hair whore red. I am aware of your many shades of red from having seen so much of it in my extensive, unrelenting pulling of it.

Mmmmm. I’m purring.

Purring. Is this pussy wearing a collar? She’d better be. Someone owns her.

God, you fucking turn me on like no other. I’m going to email you something. They’re not safe for work.

Mmm…I saw the pictures. You’re going to get to know the inside of your little closet very well if you keep sending me filth like that.

Dirty whore.


Posted in Erotica with tags , on October 7, 2008 by naughtysecretary

I perch myself on a stool, the dark of the bar contrasting with the twinkle of the lights strung above. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. My smile is matched with my bartender’s imp-like grin as he pours me a drink without prompting. It’s not long before I am staring into liquid gold and randomly skewering a lone lime with my straw.

“Are you alright?” My head swivels to the right and I smile.

“Excuse me?” I look at the stranger in earnest. I’m confused by his query.

“Well, you seem to be taking something out on that lime…” He gestures towards my drink.

“Oh, no. I’m fine.” I chuckle. I was too busy swimming in my own thoughts to even notice the spearing onslaught I had taken on my citric friend.

“I saw you with your girlfriend the other night, across the street.” At first his comment doesn’t even register.

“Oh…Oh! You did?” I can feel the hot flush of embarrassment quickly prickle across my face.

“I did.” He’s looking at me intently now, and I can see he’s enjoying my bemusement. “You two are quite sweet together.”

I laugh loudly and thank him.

Sweet. The concept bounces around my head, followed closely by girlfriend. Neither is normally applied to me, so they trail each other in a fresh mental tango. I sit there in silence, and wearing a grin, I enjoy the dance. In an instant I’m flooded with images of her; the soft of her skin, her silken hair, the lilt in her voice. I can almost feel her warmth, hear her giggles. I immediately wish her next to me so I can steal a kiss from her gorgeous lips.

Sweet. Girlfriend.

Yes, actually, she is sweet. Adorable, in fact. I finish the last of my drink and slip into the night.

Did She Really Say That?

Posted in Giggles on October 2, 2008 by naughtysecretary

“It’s time that normal Joe Six-Pack American is finally represented in the position of Vice Presidency.”
Sarah Palin.

Yes, people, she’s that dumb. And yes, I’m hitting my head against the desk while I’m laughing at her stupidity. My God, she gives women a bad name…