<?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-3282584513034844858</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:24:05.188-06:00</updated><category term='Dressing Rooms'/><category term='Unforeseeable Turns'/><category term='I&apos;M BACK KIND OF'/><category term='Sand Sculpture'/><category term='Fun in the Park'/><category term='*Anticipation'/><category term='Remember When'/><category term='The Ridgeline'/><category term='NO PLACE LIKE HOME'/><category term='Chocolate Cake'/><category term='Top Ten List'/><category term='Long Hot Nights'/><category term='*His Touch'/><category term='Pool Wager'/><category term='Naughty School Girl'/><category term='Playing in the Park'/><category term='Longer than I expected'/><category term='Random Saturday Night'/><category term='Kiss of a Lifetime'/><category term='This is me'/><category term='Random Friday Night'/><category term='My First Play Party'/><category term='RAIN'/><category term='Latenight trip to the store'/><category term='*Desires'/><category term='Ride Like the Wind'/><category term='How much is too much??'/><category term='The Heat of the Night (revised)'/><title type='text'>Miss "B" Havens PLAYHOUSE</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a forum to talk about all those things that we were told was off limits. Those things that we all secretly think about and that we have done and are programed to be ashamed of. There is nothing off limits here...we are free to be who we really are! No matter how kinky or wild that may be...there is no judjement here! Let's Play!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-3321908198033551008</id><published>2010-05-10T14:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:15:09.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Longer than I expected'/><title type='text'>Longer than I expected</title><content type='html'>Okay so it took a little longer to get back than I expected!!!! I know I said I would be back to my blog months ago but as life would have it...I was way too busy getting my life back together. As I told you in my last post (forever ago)...I moved back to my home town to be with family and friends that know and understand me. In this time I have started my own business, reunited with my best friends, reconnected with my family and even had a little time to play around and have some fun!!! I am excited about being back to the life I love!!! No more hiding me from the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for me to be writing very sooooooon!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-3321908198033551008?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3321908198033551008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/longer-than-i-expected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/3321908198033551008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/3321908198033551008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/longer-than-i-expected.html' title='Longer than I expected'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-2325455033275224948</id><published>2009-10-18T07:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:04:57.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;M BACK KIND OF'/><title type='text'>I'M BACK...KIND OF!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK,&lt;/span&gt; so I am kind of back...my posts will be few and far between for now. They will become more as time goes on and my life starts to settle down. I thought I would start by talking to you today about a couple of things that have been posed as questions in my emails from a few of you and/or things that I have discussed in private with some of you that did not make to my blog. Most importantly why I started my blog and changes I plan to make to it as I enter this new phase of my life....and why I left it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with the blog was supposed to be a bet/dare!!! Some of my really good friends bet me I couldn't post X number of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sexcapades&lt;/span&gt; by a specified date. I had rules...I couldn't use names, share personal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;information&lt;/span&gt; about me, they could pull or make me edit posts, etc.... Anyway, if I lost I would have to do something really stupid and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.....if I won, they ALL would have to do something really stupid and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.... long story short we have to call it a wash (I will explain at the end...have some patience)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this answers a few of the questions about why I don't put anything personal in my writings. Do you know how hard it is to pull people and locations out of a situation? I didn't until this project!! I have always changed the names but never left the out....but I did good...the issue is I felt like I was taking me out of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the nothing personal about me...well I was aloud one ramble because I told them I was losing my readers but that was it and even then I don't think you got a clear picture of me. I think in order to know and/or connect with a writer you need to get glimpses of who they are all the time not just a blurb when they feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked if all of my writings are true...and yes they are!!! I am a very open gal...I love sex!!! I think about it more than most men! I have my toy boxes! My play mates! I love men and women and if I can have them together all the better! I know I talk and think like a guy...lol...that is because I have always been one of the guys!!! I like having fun, flirting, playing, having sex, etc.... I have always said if who I am does not please you...feel free to find the nearest exit....life is too short to be with someone that makes you unhappy!! I am a free spirit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said...I have had to have a tame side for the sake of family...but don't we all lead a double life in some ways?!?!? Some of that is coming back into the light...I'm happy about that!! All of my family knows about my wild side and has no issue with that...my Ex hid it from his good little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; family!!! It's not like they know details!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving on, there have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of big changes in my life........ I got a divorce, lost a child (still dealing with that and always will even though it was expected), moving half way across the country to go back home. I'm trying to reclaim the me I know is still alive inside of me. Not to mention teaching my kid that nothing can keep us down... we are too strong for that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I have rambled on and on but I wanted you to now I'm back, Thank you to those of you that sent the emails, etc. after everything happened!! You are a great bunch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The last paragraph is why the bet was off if you didn't figure that out!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; That will not change my sharing!! Might even m&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ake&lt;/span&gt; it better...NO RULES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-2325455033275224948?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2325455033275224948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-backkind-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2325455033275224948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2325455033275224948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-backkind-of.html' title='I&apos;M BACK...KIND OF!!'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-2132574969145336554</id><published>2009-08-05T08:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:07:34.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforeseeable Turns'/><title type='text'>Unforeseeable Turns</title><content type='html'>Due to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unforeseeable&lt;/span&gt; turn on this road in life I am not going to be adding to my blog for an undetermined amount of time. I am sorry I have not returned any emails and I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; understands that this is just not a good time for me and I hope that I am able to be back soon.  I miss blogging and I miss reading all the emails but I just don't have time with everything going on in my life right now. Don't worry I will be back with lots of pleasureful and erotic stories for you to read hopefully real soon!!! Until then...Keep those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vibrators&lt;/span&gt; buzzing and the moaning to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;maximam&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog You Soon&lt;br /&gt;Miss B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-2132574969145336554?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2132574969145336554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/unforeseeable-turns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2132574969145336554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2132574969145336554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/unforeseeable-turns.html' title='Unforeseeable Turns'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-3204859875673582552</id><published>2009-07-15T10:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:13:10.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How much is too much??'/><title type='text'>How much is too much??</title><content type='html'>How much is too much when you have missed so much for so long? WOW say that three times fast!! My friend came into town last week. He is a lifelong friend that has seen me through all the ups and downs in my life and I have been there for all of his big events and little triumphs. We have not seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; in years and we had a lot of time make up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked him up from the train and seeing him made everything we ever shared come flooding back. He dropped his bag and wrapped his strong arms around me and held on for what seemed like forever. When he released me from his embrace, our eyes met and we kissed not caring who was around to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him back to the house and got him settled in, gave him the tour of the house, etc...We couldn't manage to keep our hands off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; for even the first hour. We got to talking about the past and who instigated what and who did what and before we knew it we were right back there again... Me pinned to a brick wall and him unable to break away from me!!! His lips on my skin were long over due. Every touch sent chills up my spine and I couldn't get enough of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; making up for lost time! He hung his cowboy hat in bedroom for  the first time in years and even though we had a whole week to catch up, every second counted. I couldn't pull him close enough to me even when he was in me he was too far away. He couldn't get enough of me no matter how much I gave. We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; into one another, looking into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; eyes as we made love for more than an hour before we had to get moving for the local fair in town. I didn't want to leave his arms but reality had to set in for a little while. We walked around with my kids and friends like nothing had happened but his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embrace&lt;/span&gt; and kiss was running through my head as we watched the fire works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went out to a little bar I know and had a couple of drinks, talked about old times and went back to my house and had a repeat of our afternoon!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-3204859875673582552?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3204859875673582552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-much-is-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/3204859875673582552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/3204859875673582552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-much-is-too-much.html' title='How much is too much??'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-652225321368562011</id><published>2009-06-22T12:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:52:26.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ride Like the Wind'/><title type='text'>Ride Like the Wind</title><content type='html'>"I want to ride like the wind!" I tell him as I climb on the back of his Harley and wrap my arms around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on tight baby!" He commands as he opens her up on the open road. I tighten my legs against the bike just like I was riding my horse and I let go of him. I want to feel free! The wind is whipping my hair, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;outstretched&lt;/span&gt; arms feeling the freedom of the open road, the rumble of the bike between my legs... I was so wet and turned on. The entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; is orgasmic.After about a half an hour we start to slow down and eventually he turns off on a road that overlooks part of the city. We come to a stop and I was still vibrating from the ride, it is such an intense feeling. He tells me that he loves to come up here to think because it is so quiet and beautiful! I agree! The city just glows in the distance. I am completely wind blown but I don't care, I have had a blast! I run my fingers through my hair...H e says to me "You look amazing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoot him a little grin and say "I know I look a fright." Even though I really didn't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He steps up to me, brushes my hair out of my face and says " No, You look like a Biker Chick now, Leave it alone" Then he grabs a hand full of hair pulls my head back and kisses me. It was a long hard kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasted no time backing me up against a near b rock and feeling me up. He stripped off my shirt in nothing flat. I opened his skull and cross bones belt buckle and unzipped his pants. He was so hard. H was sucking and biting on my nipples...he bit his way down as he stripped my pants off and flipped me around. He bent me over the shorter part of the rock and just started fucking me with his long hard cock. Pulling my hair and biting my back. I would thrust my hips into him as he came towards me and he would just moan and smack my ass. He fucked me harder and harder until we were exhausted! We had got off again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got dressed and he gave me a ride back to the city. This time I held onto him and stroked his cock all the way into town, Biting his back and talking dirty in his ear. When we got to the city he didn't go toward where I parked my car instead he went to a friends house that was out of town...Turned off the bike, grabbed my wrist and drug me up stairs... we were hardly in the door before he had my shirt off and he just threw me down on the bed and fucked me so hard I could hardly move when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;we were&lt;/span&gt; done!!! But I flipped him over sucked him til he was hard again ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;climbed&lt;/span&gt; om top and gave him a ride!! Then told him he needed to take me back to my car before I hurt him!!! He said it was too late!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-652225321368562011?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/652225321368562011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/ridelike-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/652225321368562011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/652225321368562011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/ridelike-wind.html' title='Ride Like the Wind'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-2332063077685319075</id><published>2009-06-22T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:33:17.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pool Wager'/><title type='text'>Pool Wager</title><content type='html'>A little wager on a game of pool and my night was never going to be the same! This was a wild weekend with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rowdy&lt;/span&gt; bunch. I drank and shot pool for three nights strait. I can't help myself when there is good music, a nice atmosphere, great people, and a good bartender; she can mix and it doesn't hurt that she's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goddess&lt;/span&gt;!!! I danced and sang; shot pool and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whisky&lt;/span&gt;...When the wagers started that's when the real fun began! So I'm playing against this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; drummer with tattoos (I have  thing for drummers and guitar players!!), and we get to talking about tattoos, he shows me them all. HOT!!! Next thing I know I lost the game, I was a little distracted by ink! So he wants to wager the next game! If he wins he gets to lick; If I win I get to suck...Well for starters that should b the other way around but either way I win so I'm not going to argue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;...After a pretty good game of pool and dancing and flirting...I lose...(But I still WIN). "Now what are we going to play for?" I asked with a wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Double overtime??" He replies as I rack the balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shoot another round, though it is so hard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;concentrate&lt;/span&gt; on the table when he is standing so close. I bend over to take a shot and I can feel his eyes looking down my shirt. Makes me just want to strip right then and there. He comes up behind me, grabs me and dances with me to every song. Gives my hair a slight pull as he exposes my ear, then he sings to me. He has a great voice but it's the hair pull that gets to me! I break away as the song ends to try to move our game along and because I was so damn wet. The game took forever and we couldn't keep out hands off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;one another&lt;/span&gt;. Our sexy little bartender called for last round before we finished our game so we closed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;down the&lt;/span&gt; bar and made good on our wager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;raining&lt;/span&gt; and I didn't want to be inside so we drove a few blocks to an old church and parked in dark lot behind it. I felt like a kid sneaking around. It was kind of exciting! He got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;introduced&lt;/span&gt; to my bag of toys! He took my breast in his mouth and left teeth marks for...they are still there 3 days later...He's no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt; to pain! He likes to bite and scratch and be bit and scratched! I went down on him. Laying him back and just taking control, I licked the head, teasing him and sucked on him just like he was my favorite flavor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lolly pop&lt;/span&gt;! MMMMM I started to bite and nibble on his chest and he just flipped me over. He wanted his turn! He went down and I was already wet. Girls let me tell you there is something to be said about a man that can use his teeth and tongue cooperatively! He was gentile and rough all at once and he had me cumming over and over. He pulled out a vibrating "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bullet&lt;/span&gt;" and started to play as he put a condom on. The vibration in conjunction with him fucking me in a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; to the rain... I could have rocked all night and just kept cumming! He made me cum time and time again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-2332063077685319075?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2332063077685319075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/pool-wager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2332063077685319075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2332063077685319075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/pool-wager.html' title='Pool Wager'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-7408686831179046459</id><published>2009-06-13T23:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:10:24.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sand Sculpture'/><title type='text'>Sand Sculpture</title><content type='html'>I walk into a little out of the way bar, a place that I have only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt; found. I take a seat at the bar and order a drink. As I make a little small talk with the bartender, I pull a smoke from the pack and reach for my lighter but my hand never makes it to a lighter. I look around for my lighter thinking I must have dropped it near me, when I don't find it I lean over and ask the gentleman ordering a drink at the bar next to me for a light. He lights my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; and continues his conversation about a sand sculpture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; after the hurricanes as he waits for his beer. He asks if I noticed the picture over the bar as he points above the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bartenders&lt;/span&gt; head. I took notice briefly during the conversation and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; it with a nod of the head. He tells me that it was his and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;... It was actually a nice photo and we got to talking. We have a lot in common and the conversation flows very well. He is an artist and our minds work a lot alike. That is a rare find for me. We talk about everything, art, people, current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;affairs&lt;/span&gt;, food, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;, sex, you name it we were discussing it. Before I knew it three hours had passed and they were getting ready to close the bar. Where had the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;leans over&lt;/span&gt; to me, puts one hand on my leg and asks, "I don't want to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;presumptuous&lt;/span&gt; but do you want to go somewhere else and continue this?" Before I could answer him he said "We can grab a deck of cards and a hotel room or something and just keep talking, I am not trying to make this sound..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go!" I said trying to get him of the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot I told him I would follow him because I wasn't sure where to go in that area. We stopped at a gas station so he could grab some beer and then I follow him to a little motel. He paid for the room and we went inside. He said "I grabbed some cards back at the gas station, if you want to play or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not what I had in mind!" I tell him as I toss them on the table and kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had learned a lot about me at the bar, including that I bring a little bag of toys with me when I go out. I learned that he had never used toys before. Talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;!!! I showed him my toys, asked if he wanted to play... He grabbed my flogger and said he had been wanting to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; we were talking about it at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has such an intense kiss. When he embraces me it makes my feet want to come right out from under me. He grabs me around the waist firmly and his hands and arms just slide up my back until he has me firmly locked against his chest and my head cradled in his hands. I have a tight grip on the back of his neck with one hand and his lower back with the other. Our hands quickly disburse and are hard to keep contained! I want to feel every inch of his body and he wants to feel every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;curve&lt;/span&gt; of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not take us long to remove cloths from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and from ourselves to speed up that process. We explore every part of our bodies together, licking, kissing, touching, nibbling and massaging. We don't want a single moment to go to waste. I show him how to use the floggers as he starts to lick me. His tongue is amazing and intense as he goes down on me. I can't tell you what he was doing to me exactly because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; even catch my breath let alone think when he was between my legs. He knows how to use every aspect of his oral charms to please me and every time he lets the leather falls of the flogger hit my skin I get just a little more turned on. My moans fill the room as my body gives way to his skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives great oral which is so hard to find but doesn't get oral, ever! This saddens me because I don't know what pleases me more getting or giving. Though if I had to make a decision based on getting it from him...hmmm...Getting!!! I have to show him just what he is missing because that is Oh My God one thing I love to do and can do well!! We spent the rest of the night sucking and licking and orally pleasing one another over and over. Finished the night with a really amazing 69 with him on top so I could really reach around and play with his ass a little, massage his balls good and I could really make him moan!! With one leg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wrapped&lt;/span&gt; up around him rocking my hips into him as he licked me, I would moan and take more and more of him into my mouth. I sucked harder and faster as he began to moan until we were both cumming together. OMG That tongue of his!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-7408686831179046459?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7408686831179046459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/sand-sculpture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/7408686831179046459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/7408686831179046459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/sand-sculpture.html' title='Sand Sculpture'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-8863715714433495715</id><published>2009-06-11T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:20:10.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing in the Park'/><title type='text'>Playing in the Park</title><content type='html'>We pulled into the park on a rainy night. I drove to a wooded part of the park and backed into a private little gove of trees. Before my car was even in park, my friend had jumped into the back seat and started to take her cloths off. The guy we took with us figured we were all talk because he had only hung &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;with us&lt;/span&gt; a few times. It did not take them long to get naked! I turned my car off, turned the radio up and jumped over the seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I swung my legs between the seats, he took a hold of my thighs and pulled me to him. I raised my skirt up as I arched my body down onto his lap. My friend ran her hand under my top as his hand went between my legs and he started to finger my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;. I was getting it from every angle. We were both kissing and nibbling on him. He was fingering the both of us and I was fingering her ass. She started to kiss her way down the front of him, I slid off his lap and onto the seat next to him to allow her to go down on him. I knelt on the seat next to him, he never stopped fingering me, he hooked his fingers in me, pulled me closer, took my breast in his mouth and bit my nipple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs a hold of my friends hair and pulls her off of his dick. He kisses her, turns her away from him, pulls her leg across him then does the same to me. I pushed her forward over the seat as he pulled me down onto his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; thick cock. I grabbed her hips pulled her back to me and began licking her from behind. My tongue was going in and out of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I was sucking on and licking her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;. He was guiding my hips on and off his cock as I was licking her. She was moaning and so was I, he was just trying to keep up! He came and she and I finished &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-8863715714433495715?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8863715714433495715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/playing-in-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/8863715714433495715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/8863715714433495715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/playing-in-park.html' title='Playing in the Park'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-4424068936598876816</id><published>2009-06-11T08:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:43:23.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naughty School Girl'/><title type='text'>Naughty School Girl</title><content type='html'>He was laying on my bed when I returned home from classes. I came in the room talking and he had no response. At first I thought he was just messing with me but soon found out that he had went to sleep waiting for me. I dropped my stuff and picked up a feather pen that was on my desk. I moved his shirt slightly and started to move it across his belly, tracing his pants then moving up his arm. He still didn't budge and he was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ticklish&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the bathroom and changed my outfit, I put my "naughty school girl" outfit on, including the pigtails and went back to my room. I decided I was going to wake him up right and my roommates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be back for a couple of hours!! I unzipped his pants and took his dick into my mouth. There are benefits to boxers and loose shorts on guys some times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for his body to start to respond to me. I took his balls in my hand and started to massage them as I sucked on his very large cock. He started to squirm and reached down for his dick. He thought he was having a really great dream until he put his hand on me instead if his dick! He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stretched&lt;/span&gt; and grabbed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt; of me to bring me to him with an, "Oh my God Baby!"&lt;br /&gt;Then he saw what I was wearing and really went a little wild. "You did this for me? WOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little plaid skirt didn't quite cover my ass and with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thigh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; stockings, tied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;button&lt;/span&gt; up, no bra and pig tails he was at a loss for words. He couldn't keep his hands to himself but he didn't know what to do with me! I put one leg over him and asked if he was just going to look or if he had plans for this little girl? He ran his hand up the outside of my leg and traced the top of my stocking. He unbuttoned my shirt to expose my breasts but left it tied! He took my breast in his mouth as I slowly slid down his muscular frame until I could feel the head of his cock make contact with my very wet pussy! I gave him the little "school girl giggle" as he started to enter me. I pulled up off of him and moved across the room quickly with that little giggle! I leaned over my desk looking back at him with a shy, come hither look showing my ass off under the edge of the skirt. "You tease!!" He said as he came up behind me and gave my ass a nice smack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't give me a chance to tease him again. He took a hold of my hips and entered me all at once! "You naught girl!" He exclaimed as he reached around and grabbed my breast, pinching my nipples and pulling me back into him. He was biting my back through my shirt. when he figured out that I was fingering myself while he was inside of me, he started fucking me even harder and smacking my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden he pulled out of me, turned me around, sat me on the desk and went back inside of me!!! He had never taken control like that before. I had my arm around his neck, I bit him and took off his shirt. He took my hand and put it back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;between my&lt;/span&gt; legs... "I want to watch you!" I leaned back against the shelves and started to finger myself again as he was fucking me. He was watching like it was a new toy that he was eager to play with! With my other hand I took my breast and pinched the nipple a few times before taking it in my mouth. He leaned forward and took the other one in his mouth, bit it real hard then leaned back grabbed my hips and made me scream as we both came real hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-4424068936598876816?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4424068936598876816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/naughty-school-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/4424068936598876816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/4424068936598876816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/naughty-school-girl.html' title='Naughty School Girl'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-8243423417208737261</id><published>2009-06-10T09:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:32:13.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun in the Park'/><title type='text'>Fun in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you see that? I was walking to a friends house one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;evening&lt;/span&gt; and a movement caught my eye. I looked over and saw a couple having sex in the park. Okay so me being me I couldn't just walk away I had to stop and watch. I figured they wouldn't be doing it in public if they didn't want an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;audience&lt;/span&gt;. He had her against a tree and he was being very generous with the foreplay. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the couple!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moonlight was illuminating her milky white skin, her curves exposed for all to see. She was caressing her breasts and running her fingers through her hair as he kissed her skin! He started at the neck and slowly made his way down her beautiful body, stopping to pay attention to her ample breasts, her back would arch from time to time to let him know he was in the right spot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard a branch break behind me and when I turned to see what it was, I was rushed by my friend. He came looking for me when I didn't show up at his house. I told him to keep it down and showed him why I was a no show. "Oh My God, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have came to my house either, this is so much better!" We stayed quiet in the shadows watching as the man continued to work his way down the woman. She was still caressing her own breast with one hand and you could s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; the other hand running through his hair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He lifted up one of her legs and rested it on his back, she arched her back as he went deeper between her legs. When her hand went down between her own legs, my friend moaned a little. I reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;over and&lt;/span&gt; covered his mouth. "I want this to continue, don't ruin it for me!" We were sitting on a picnic table and we were both very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt; at this point. We were making little comments and leaning on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;one another&lt;/span&gt; like we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; do. We are very touchy/feely people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The woman reached back grabbed the tree and put her other leg around his neck as he grabbed her ass and raised her up to him, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;squeezed&lt;/span&gt; my friends leg, hard. I could only imagine the muscles she was using to hold herself against that tree, not to mention that her man was driving his tongue deep inside of her making it harder for her to control those muscles. We could hear her moan from where we were and wow was that a turn on! I ran my hand up the inside of my friends leg. He turned and looked at me. He said "Once we cross that line, there is no going back." We had always played but we knew that this night was more than that. "We are both adults here, I won't let this effect our friendship!" I told him as I leaned in and kissed him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have wanted to be with you for a long time and I won't let anything come between us either, we are too good of friends for that!" He exclaimed as he pulled me closer and kissed me. I ran my hand down the the front of him. My hand went quickly between his legs and massaged him over his pants for a minute. The other couple almost faded away except the moans in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He slid off the end of the picnic table and knelt on the bench in front of me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me closer to him and started to kiss me. I ran my fingers through his hair then down his back. I lifted his shirt to remove it as the moans of the other woman was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; more intense. He pulled my shirt and bra off, took my breast in his mouth and nibbled and kissed his way to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;belly chain&lt;/span&gt; as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;leaned&lt;/span&gt; back. He opened my pants kissing and nibbling as he slid them off. He licked and nibbled his way back up my leg until he made his way to my very wet pussy. We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;positioned&lt;/span&gt; so I could still watch the other couple as he licked me!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was so turned on but trying to keep quiet so I didn't disturb the other couple. The man was fucking her from behind and she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;propping&lt;/span&gt; herself against the tree. You could hear them both echoing across the way. I grabbed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hand full&lt;/span&gt; of hair and pulled my friend up to me, I kissed him long and hard before taking his pants off and laying them on the table. I went down on him briefly before he just pulled me back up grabbed my ass and picked me up. He leaned back on the table and I slid down over his very hard cock. He just took control of my hips and moved me on and off of his cock as we kissed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wrapped&lt;/span&gt; his arms around me to secure me, picked me up and backed me up against a tree a few feet away. My legs were hooked securely around him as he drove his hard cock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;deeper&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;deeper&lt;/span&gt; into me! I tried to stay quiet but before long we were rivaling the other couples sounds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;. It didn't break their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt;, like they knew we were their all along. I can tell you I wish I had made a move on my friend sooner, he just knows how to make a woman scream, I never knew that about him before that night...it pays to have a friend that close!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-8243423417208737261?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8243423417208737261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-in-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/8243423417208737261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/8243423417208737261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-in-park.html' title='Fun in the Park'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-267142129786664940</id><published>2009-06-10T00:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:36:14.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latenight trip to the store'/><title type='text'>Latenight trip to the store</title><content type='html'>I walked into the store late one evening looking for a cool drink and found a hot treat instead. I had been standing in front of the cooler for quite a while cooling off and trying to decide what was going to quench my thirst. I finally grabbed a Dr. Pepper, took a drink and headed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;register&lt;/span&gt; running the bottle against my bare skin. "We're closed!" the clerk said as he came up behind me. I jumped and dropped my soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; started drinking it so you're going to have to charge me for it." I told him as we both reached for the soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The register has already been closed out so that is considered stealing." he said with a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I have the cuffs are you man enough to do something about it?" I asked with a little playful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you really have cuffs on you, I will prove I'm man enough!" He said with a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disbelief&lt;/span&gt; in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the cuffs out of the band of my skirt and told him "Put your money where your mouth is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit, you really do carry your own cuffs?" He said in shock. "I thought you were all talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The question is, Are you all talk?" I asked him as I handed him the cuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned and walked away. I followed him as he went toward the front of the store. I wasn't sure what to expect, I was halfway expecting him to hand them back and say good night! When he got to the door he turned back toward me and said "If you want to change your mind, now is the time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head NO with a sassy grin on my face and he turned the lock. He smiled at me and said "I do believe that you are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt; of stolen goods. I'm going to have to do something about that!" He put the cuffs on me and led me to the back office. He patted me down, felt me up and as he slid his hands back up my legs he went under my skirt. I wasn't wearing panties and this pleased him. He slid my skirt all the way up and sat me up on the desk. He kissed me, unbuttoned my shirt, then layed me back across the desk. He bit my nipple as he layed me back. He spread my legs and started to lick my clit and then his tongue went deep inside of me. My hips started to rock as his tongue moved between my legs but he just took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt; of my hips and held them in place. My back arched and I started to push up off the desk as he licked harder and faster. He kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pulling&lt;/span&gt; my hips back down to the desk so I set up and hook my cuffs around his neck, grab his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coller&lt;/span&gt; and pull him to me. As he stands up in front of me I hooked my feet behind his back and told him "Now we do it my way." But he had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; plans. He unzipped his pants and let them fall, he picked me up while kissing me and backed up to the wall. There was a hook behind the door, he reached behind his head, grabbed the cuffs and looped them over the hook. I still had my feet hooked behind him and as he pushed me against the wall, pulling me down over his very hard dick. My hands were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stretched&lt;/span&gt; above my head as he bit my arms and  breasts. My white shirt was torn and just pulled out of the way. My bra had a front opening clasp that he pulled open and quickly moved out of his way. His bites got harder as he grabbed my ass and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pounded&lt;/span&gt; his hard dick into me. It felt so good, I was moaning so loud, I couldn't control myself.  He reached up, covered my mouth and "Shhhushhed" me. I couldn't be quiet, it was past that point. I told him if to stop if he needs me to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop? Really?" He asked pulling my hands off the hook and letting me down.&lt;br /&gt;I said "Only if you you want me to be quiet!"  As I leaned in and Bit his chest. He grabbed my arm and told me I could scream all I want, and putting up a fight would just get me in more trouble! I said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;, That's the game you like to play!" and I slapped him (Not too hard) "Stop, Take your hands off me!" I told him in a stern voice but with a playful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;demeanor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;He pushed me forward over the desk and slapped my ass pretty hard and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; better if you don't fight it!" Then he pressed himself against me and ran his hand up my back as I pretended to struggle. He grabbed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hand full&lt;/span&gt; of hair and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;slammed&lt;/span&gt; his hard cock into me. I screamed for him at first but as he was grabbing my breasts, pulling my hair and repeatedly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;slamming&lt;/span&gt; his dick into me I couldn't help but scream in pleasure!! I was screaming for him to stop but we both knew what we both wanted! We would cum together...over and over...He didn't take the cuffs off until morning!&lt;br /&gt;When he did take the cuffs off he kissed my wrists and said he was sorry for the marks. I said "Just those ones?" and laughed. I kissed him and told him I didn't care it was fun getting the marks all over my body. Sense my hands were free and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; found all of our cloths yet I took that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to reach down and take a hold of his dick. He just looked at me with a grin. I pushed him against the desk and went down on him. When he started to moan, I stopped and led him to the chair. He sat down and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;straddled&lt;/span&gt; him. My breasts were in his face as I slowly guided my hips up and down his shaft. He kept trying to grab my hips and pull me down but I just kept moving his hands back to my breasts. He was pinching my nipples and sucking on them as I rocked my hips just over the head of his cock to tease it and then all the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;down and&lt;/span&gt; back up a few times. Each time clenching my muscles around his dick on the way up and releasing it on the way down. When I could feel his body start to shake a little beneath me I whispered to him to just let it go and I started to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;go harder&lt;/span&gt; and faster. Rocking my hips into him with more force, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;wrapped&lt;/span&gt; his arms around me and you could hear us both moan as we came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;!!! We just sat there, together, kissing, breathing. He whispered in my ear "I have never had a woman do this kind of thing with and to me before! Thank You!"&lt;br /&gt;"No Thank You!" I said as I got up to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;As he walked me to the door to let me out, he said "You are more than welcome to shoplift in my store any time!"&lt;br /&gt;"I will remember that." I exclaimed as I stepped out of the store and took my cuffs back from him. "You will need to get your own!" I said with a devilish grin and walked to my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-267142129786664940?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/267142129786664940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/latenight-trip-to-store.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/267142129786664940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/267142129786664940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/latenight-trip-to-store.html' title='Latenight trip to the store'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-341055762802402684</id><published>2009-06-03T22:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:38:10.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Saturday Night'/><title type='text'>Random Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>I never let an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; pass me by!! I had almost as much fun with the girls I hooked up with as I did the guy I started out with on Friday. When we made plans to get together on Saturday I had no idea it was going to go quite the way it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at the bar and had a few plus drinks...danced...flirted with each other and with every one else. We are both very flirty people. One of the guys was wearing a shirt that said "I'm a fun guy," I asked him if he was really a fun guy or if that was the only clean shirt he had? He said he really is a fun guy, all the time and he can prove it! He said he will kiss any one, any time! Then he went back to the bar. When I went to get my next drink, I told him that he can't just tell a gal that he will kiss her and not hold up his end of the deal!!! He grabbed me and kissed me!! Then he asked me if I thought he was a fun guy now. I told him he was getting there but I like my men really fun!!! He asked what he had to do to prove how fun he was....I told him if he felt the need to prove himself he really wasn't as fun as he thought he was!!! He grabbed me, drug me on the dance floor, spun me around it a couple of times and ended it with a kiss that left everyone clapping!!! I told him "Now that was fun!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said. "Oh, I know I'm fun baby!!!" Then just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the bar to get the drink I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ordered&lt;/span&gt;, I leaned in and whispered "You can push me around the dance floor any time you want." I kissed him and went back to my friend. My friend and I continued to dance and flirt as the night went on. She was into the lead singer of the band and I was just having fun!! We dances with the band in between sets and for them while they were on stage. My friend was pretty drunk and we all got to see her very large tits more than a few times that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made plans to meet up with the lead singer for a 3some on a later date. Then headed out for another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;venue&lt;/span&gt; with jut a quick stop along the way. Our stop was at the local gas station for a soda, smokes, etc. We were laughing, a little loud, a lot drunk and we had drawn a little attention to ourselves. A guy that was there said he thought he went to the wrong bar. We agreed! We all got to talking and decided to move our little party to some place with a little less lite. We took a drive out on the back roads and ended up in an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of beers and a few laughs later we were naked and playing in the moon light. Neither of them had ever had a 3way before, she was very nervous and he may have been too excited. He started with her, kissing and fingering her as I started to stroke him and kiss him. I put a condom on him and gave him a nibble, he grabbed her and flipped her over on her knees. He took a hold of her hips and pulled her back into him. I ran my nails down her back and his at the same time. You could hear her slight moan as he entered her. She was rocking back into him as he thrusts into her, he reached down and starts fingering me while I start to finger his ass. He moaned and thrust harder into her she was being so quiet but we were not. I was so wet watching him go in and out of her. OMG he was so good at multi-tasking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was finally my turn I was already so wet and had already had two orgasms, I was just aching to feel him inside of me!!! I took his condom off and sucked on him until he was hard again. He was fingering her while I went down on him. I put a new condom on him and moved in front of him. He grabbed me so hard he left bruises on my hips, he drove his hard cock into me all at once. I was so wet that he went right in. I tightened up my muscles around his ample cock. He fucked me very hard, you could hear us for a distance as he pounded me over and over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was coming up so we parted ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-341055762802402684?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/341055762802402684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-saturday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/341055762802402684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/341055762802402684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-saturday-night.html' title='Random Saturday Night'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-5790935985787054919</id><published>2009-06-02T08:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:35:47.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Friday Night'/><title type='text'>Random Friday Night</title><content type='html'>I haven't given a lot of thought to "how I would have done things if I could go back and change it all"...I don't believe in regrets so when I look back at things, I can only wonder if I couldn't have done more...parties...playing...guys...girls...tattoos...etc!!! I'm not sure I would have had time for MORE!!! I knew from a very young age that I loved to PLAY!!! I played well and often and I still do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered the bar it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crowded&lt;/span&gt; and the music was just starting to pump. I pushed my way through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt; and made my way to the bar. I ordered a drink and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surveyed&lt;/span&gt; the place. Our eyes met and a smile came across my face. He was sitting at a little corner table on the other side of the bar with a plate of wings in front of him. I ordered two beers, slid off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bar stool&lt;/span&gt; and made my way to him. "Would you like a cold one to go with those Hot Wings?" I asked with a flirty grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would prefer something Hot!" He said with a wink as he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reached&lt;/span&gt; out for me. He took a hold of my wrist, pulled me to him and kissed me!!! "You're a little early!" he said with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm right on time it looks like!" I exclaimed as I handed him his beer and took the seat next to him. "I was going to grab a bite to eat before you arrived but it looks like we had the same idea." I said with a little giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice meal with warm conversation, when we could hear one another. He kept running his hand up the inside of my leg as we talked. I would slide my hand up and down his back and run my fingernails across the back of his neck. We were both very hands on. We could hardly make it through dinner we were both so turned on. After some food and a couple of drinks, I took a hold of his hand and he followed me to the parking lot. I was parked all the way in the back of the lot and he was right next to me!! We were so consumed by one another. Every touch made me hotter than the one before. I was still moving to the music in the distance and his hips started to move against mine! I could feel how hard he was through his jeans and my wetness wanted him right then and right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the snap on his pants and unzipped them then slid my hand into his pants. His hands were on my breasts as he kissed my neck. He pulled my straps down off my shoulder as he worked his way down to take my nipple into his mouth. I was leaned up against his truck, I could feel the cold metal on my back and it turned me on even more. He slid my tight jeans down and turned me around. He bit my neck, pushed me forward over the tailgate of his truck then slipped his very hard cock between my legs. He didn't even start out slow he just grabbed me and pulled me back into him. I had my hands on the tailgate holding me steady as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;slammed&lt;/span&gt; his dick into me again and again. I didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to draw too much attention to us but I could not be quiet, it's just not in me to be quiet!!! He was grabbing my breasts, biting my back and sliding in and out of me with such ease because I was sooo wet!  We came together!! It was so fucking hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go back in and dance for a while. I stopped by the ladies room to freshen up before hitting the dance floor. His phone kept going off all night. He wasn't supposed to be out with me and real life was starting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;encroach&lt;/span&gt; on our evening. After only a couple of short hours he needed to respond to his phone and take off for the night. I walked him to his truck to say good night which brought us back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;groping&lt;/span&gt; which led to me going down on him. He leaned against the seat of his truck, I just grabbed a hold of his cock and started sucking on it. I could not resist him! He could hardly keep his feet under him as I slid my mouth on and off his cock. Caressing it with my tongue, wrapping my lips around it, sucking it into my mouth. He had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hand full&lt;/span&gt; of my hair and was pulling me into him as he started to cum. I could hear him moan and feel his body tighten up as he released his sweet juices into my mouth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he didn't want to go but it was that time. He kissed me and drove away. I went back into the bar to grab my stuff and decided that the night was young and I was going to stay and dance. I moved to the bar because I hate to be at a table alone in a bar. At the bar, I was being hit on by a guy twice my age, which made me rethink leaving my table. He wouldn't go away and he was chasing off the people I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in. I decided that the rest of the night was going to be a bust and headed for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vehicle&lt;/span&gt;. I took a little detour because I needed a smoke (I only smoke when I drink but I really wanted one more before I left) so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stepped&lt;/span&gt; outside and bummed a smoke from a guy that was standing there. I was talking on the phone and smoking, I was telling my best friend about my evening and the conversation was overheard by a couple of gals that were standing there. One of them told me I couldn't leave yet cause the night was still young! My best friend (on the phone) asked me if I was just picked up by a girl, I told him that I think I did!! While we were talking the guy that was bugging me left the bar. WooHoo!! I joined the two ladies that were outside. We danced together, with everyone, flirted with everyone and ended up closing down the bar. We decided that we had too much fun and we were going to get together the next night and have some more fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-5790935985787054919?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5790935985787054919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/5790935985787054919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/5790935985787054919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-friday-night.html' title='Random Friday Night'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-2669601003077420364</id><published>2009-05-27T16:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:05:12.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My First Play Party'/><title type='text'>My First Play Party</title><content type='html'>There is always a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt; element among my desires!! Usually of a sexual nature but never a misunderstanding as to the nature of how I'm driven! The reason I bring this up is that I know there are words for women that like sex as much as I do but never a word for the man that likes sex that much. I don't care about the double standard...I don't care that my actions are looked upon in a derogatory manner and unlady-like. I am a smart, articulate woman that sees something I want and goes after it!! If I were a man this would not be an issue...I would get high fives and a slap on the ass for nailing the girl that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unattainable&lt;/span&gt;!! So judgments aside, I love to have sex!! Anywhere!!! Any time!!! and with whom ever I please!!! I have a healthy sex life and I'm proud of that fact!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I can only hope that it never slows down!!! The summer I turned eighteen was one that will always be burned in my memory!! I was working with a photography studio that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;traveled&lt;/span&gt; all over the country. I love to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt; and meet new people. One of our many stops was in Portland, Oregon. I loved it there, the people and night life was amazing (if you know where to go). There is a whole underground community of people that like to play as much as I do. We were staying in a hotel that was a bit of a party spot. We were invited to a party in the hotel and it was quite a party, like no party I had ever been to before but one that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intrigued&lt;/span&gt; me very much! I was by far the youngest person there but that fact didn't seem to bother anyone. I loved the openness of the people around me. I knew what swingers were but had never met anyone that lived their life like that. I was in awe over it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party wasn't contained to the hotel...there was an "invitation only" party that was off site! I was open to everything that evening...the touching and new people, all hands on!!! A couple of hours into the party and one of the couples that I had been flirting with asked me if I would like to go to a more exclusive party...they told me I could bring my date. I accepted and they handed me directions to house that was fairly sucluded. When we got there, the house was hopping! There were about two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dozen&lt;/span&gt; couples, half naked, some were completely naked, just walking around, dancing, etc. The house lights were dim, the music was pumping and the drinks were flowing. Our host led us in, introduced us to a few people and showed us around. Every room had something going on in it. They had a full bar, hot tub, candy dished with condoms, toys on bedside tables. I remember thinking that other than the sex everywhere and overall nature of the setting...this was a pretty classy environment!! It was an upscale home with a lot of privacy. After the tour and introductions (a lot of hands on introductions), we got a drink at the bar and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surveyed&lt;/span&gt; the place! The guy I was with was a little more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;conservative&lt;/span&gt; than I am, I was over dressed so I took off my shirt and bra while my date just watched the movements of the room. I sat at the bar in just a short black skirt. A woman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;approached&lt;/span&gt; and asked me if I wanted to dance. I joined her on the dance floor. She was only wearing a red and black satin robe that was open and just hanging on her shoulders. You could tell the people that meet on a regular basis and those of us that were new! She had long light brown hair that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;curly&lt;/span&gt;, and really nice tits. We moved together nicely as the music played and others watched. She brushed my hair back over my shoulder and ran her hand down my bare back. One of my hands was on her hip and the other sliding up her side. I ran my fingers through her hair and slid my hand across her shoulders. Our breasts were rubbing together as we moved. She took my breast in her hand, pinching my nipple slightly. That made me instantly wet. Our hands traveled all over one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;an others&lt;/span&gt; bodies, exploring every curve. She grabbed my hair and gave it a slight pull as she leaned in and kissed me. As the song was ending she whispered in my ear "Thanks for the dance, would you like to join me in the hot tub?" She didn't even wait for an answer, just took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt; of my hand and led me outside. My date followed, watching from a distance. He was still fully clothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slipped out of her robe and slid into the hot tub motioning for me to join her. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground, I just left it where it dropped, kicked off my heals and joined her in the nice, warm, inviting water!! She slid her hand up my leg as I dipped down into the water! There were three other couples already enjoying the water and one another. It took her no time at all to lean in and start kissing me again. Her hand rubbing my tits while the other slid up the inside of my leg. That is when I noticed that there was an extra set of hands on me. One of the other gals that was in the hot tub had moved up next to me and joined our fun. The gal I had been dancing with motioned to my date and asked him what he was waiting for. He nervously took his shirt off and then his pants, exposing his very hard cock. He stepped down into the water and sat on the other side of the second gal. Before long we couldn't tell whose body parts were whose, we were all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;entwined&lt;/span&gt; and playing nicely together. The other couples were busy with their own fun except the one couple that joined us. It was a free-for-all and one of the most exciting nights I had ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played in the hot tub for while before being led to a community room. This room had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mattresses&lt;/span&gt; on the floor (wall to wall) and one table at the entry way. The table has a candy dish with condoms, a few toys and towls.  As we went in everyone took something from the table as did we. I took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;vibrator&lt;/span&gt; that was purple! As we made our way across the room one of the gals was caressing the small of my back, guiding me to where she wanted me! The two guys sat against the back wall as the three of us gals started to kiss and caress one another. We were licking and biting and fingering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. We started to play with the toys and we could hear the guys moans and comments. I was fingering one of the gals and when I bent over to lick her the other put a vibrator inside my very wet pussy. I drove my tongue deeper inside as I was being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;penetrated&lt;/span&gt; and licked. The guy that was playing with us decided to join the fun! He moved into place behind the gal that was fingering me, put on a condom and started to fuck her. My date was reluctant to join but I just kept motioning for him to come over. When he finally came over I motioned for him to fuck the other girl instead of me. He looked confused but did as I requested. That really turned me on to see the guy I was with, fucking someone else. The other guy finished with his partner and came around to me. I was still fingering and kissing one of the gals but he quickly took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; and started to fuck me from behind. I was so wet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt; beyond belief! I am not a quiet person so it got a little loud in that room. There was no way to I was going to waste this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The other 2 ladies and I took turns playing with just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and involving the guys!! We were drawing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt;. Being watched  was such a turn-on. When you are the center of attention it is a major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;aphrodisiac&lt;/span&gt;. Before long there were people all around us, some were just watching, some were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;masturbating&lt;/span&gt; and some were starting to fuck other people!!! The room was becoming more exciting by the minute!! I enjoyed all the sights and sounds and tastes and well all of it!!! It was one of the wildest nights I had ever had and one of best nights I keep in my memory!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-2669601003077420364?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2669601003077420364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-play-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2669601003077420364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2669601003077420364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-play-party.html' title='My First Play Party'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-3587336562929700123</id><published>2009-05-20T21:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:14:09.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Hot Nights'/><title type='text'>Long Hot Nights</title><content type='html'>It was a very hot July night, the moonlight peeking in through the open window as the curtains move in the slight breeze. The house was littered with friends that often stayed over but everything was silent; everyone was in bed. I was tossing and turning, tangled in a sheet wearing nothing but a tank top and black lace panties. I didn't think I was ever going to get to sleep. I was sprawled out just trying to stay cool, when I felt someones fingers run the length of my body, tracing quickly from my ankle to my shoulder. I jumped when he first touched me but when I saw who it was I just shot him a devilish grin. He bent down and whispered in my ear "I've been watching you from across the room. I'd rather watch from a little closer!" I slid over as he sat down beside me. "Is this an invitation?" he asked in a slight whisper as he ran his hand softly across my belly. I giggled a little and squirmed because he tickled me. That made him smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was more like a suggestion." I said softly as I shifted my hips and lifted the sheet so he could join me. He was only wearing a pair of boxers on his skinny frame. He had washboard abs and strong arms. He slid under the sheet next to me and ran his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fingers&lt;/span&gt; through my hair as I rolled to my side. We were face to face and closer than we had ever been before. We had only watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;one another&lt;/span&gt; from afar and kind of flirted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; in passing but mostly just joked around with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. He was one of my cousins friends so he was around a lot but didn't always hang with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brushes my hair back over my shoulder and leaned in and lightly kissed me on the lips as his hand brushed my cheek and rested on my shoulder. His hand ran the length of my arm and then across the small of my back. He sent chills up my spine. I ran my foot all he way up the outside of his leg then tugged at his boxers with my toes. He grinned at me as he lifted his hips off the bed to help me. I pulled his boxers to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ankles&lt;/span&gt; using only my toes then slid my foot back up his leg. He's kissing my neck, he puts one hand on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ankle&lt;/span&gt; to hold it in place and pushes my shoulders away from him. I hook my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ankle&lt;/span&gt; behind him as he runs his hands under my tank top and takes my breast in his hands. I reached down for him but he has me at too much of a distance, so I slide my hand into my black lace panties and watch his eyes follow the movements of my hand. He has the buds of my breasts firmly in his grasp, he's pinching them harder as he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kneads&lt;/span&gt; my breasts. It felt so damn good! I start to move my hips as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fingers&lt;/span&gt; go in and out of my very wet pussy. I reach up and take his hand, gliding it down towards my wetness as I started to take off my panties. He said "No, I like the lace!" He slid his had over my panties first to feel the lace then quickly under them. "You're so wet!" He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;exclaimed&lt;/span&gt; excitedly as he slides his fingers into me. I arch my back then pull toward him as his fingers go deeper. He kisses me then whispers "Just lay back and let me make you happy." I did as he requested even though I really wanted to get my hands on his cock. I kept my foot hooked firmly around his hip as to let him know that I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;. He rubbed my clit  with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt; and fingered me with such intensity. He knew every spot to touch to drive me wild. My lace was so wet as he pulled it down I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;surrendered&lt;/span&gt; and unhooked my foot. He kissed the inside of my ankle and quickly worked his way up to my wetness. Only to find my hand had already taken his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt;. I had one hand on my breast, pinching my nipple and licking it. The other hand was fingering my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt; wet pussy. As he made his way back up, he spread my legs wide to settle in, I could feel his breath on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;thigh&lt;/span&gt; and then his tongue on my clit. My back arched in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;. He slid his hands under me to raise my hips up and he drove his tongue deep inside of me and slid it back and forth a couple of times. He had both hands firmly on my butt cheeks and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;kneaded&lt;/span&gt; my ass as he pulled me into him and drives his tongue deeper and deeper. It was all I could do to be quiet. I didn't want to wake the others that were sleeping in the room. I pulled the pillow over and put the corner of it in my mouth. My back was arched, I held back the moans and let go a flood. He didn't let it go to waste, he kept licking me while my body quivered, suspended in the air. He slowly lowered my body to the bed and rolled over with a sigh! He had a devilish grin on his face, like a kid that just got away with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly composed myself, looked at him and whispered "My turn!" I kissed him long and hard, I wanted to taste myself on his lips and tongue! I kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear, blowing in his ear lightly before moving on. I slowly worked my way down to his chest, licking, kissing and nibbling. As I give his nipples a pinch, his hips rock forward into me, his hard cock pressing against my tight belly. He squirms as my tongue then my teeth surround his nipple. I suck it into my mouth and bite down gently. He starts to move his hips, rocking against me as I lick lower and lower tracing and kissing his ab muscles with my tongue and kisses. He was getting anxious, he reached down to run his fingers through my hair just as I took his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; hard cock into my mouth. I took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt; of him with great assurance and licked the entire length of his very large dick. He grabbed my hair and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;pulled&lt;/span&gt; slightly. He really wanted me to take it all in my mouth at once but I took just the head and sucked firmly. Flicking the head with my tongue. I ran my tongue around the head then down the shaft. When I licked his balls I thought he was going to lose it. He still had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt; of my hair, he wants me to think he's in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; but he clearly wasn't. My hand was massaging his balls as I licked the head of his dick then wrap my lips all the way around his head. He was not going to let me let go this time (not that I intended to). He pulled me in swiftly and I took all of him into my mouth. I started to move firmly on and off his cock, caressing it with my tongue on the way down and sucking on the way back up the shaft. He couldn't let go of my hair and I couldn't let go of his cock. I started to suck faster and harder as he tried not to make any noise. Before long he was cumming in my mouth as his body tensed. We did our best to stay quiet but eventually someone started to stir in the room and he quickly slid his boxes back on and went back to his bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-3587336562929700123?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3587336562929700123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-hot-nights.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/3587336562929700123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/3587336562929700123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-hot-nights.html' title='Long Hot Nights'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-2683439519009617285</id><published>2009-05-15T08:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:13:31.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is me'/><title type='text'>This is me</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend last night and it was brought to my attention that while by blog may show off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; side of me I don't share much about me personally! So I'm going to share a little bit about me in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pure hearted, down home, country girl, raised on a farm, in a little town where everyone knows your name. I spent most of my youth on my families farm in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Northwest&lt;/span&gt; and a little bit of it traveling. We always had family and friends around. I loved the bonfires, parties, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BBQ's&lt;/span&gt; and card games, we never needed a reason to get together and hang out when the work was done. We would cook a big meal, pour iced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beverages&lt;/span&gt; and visit until we were to exhausted to move. Then we would crash where ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good group of friends, most of them were guys and a couple of girls , we were fun and playful. We got into a little trouble from time to time but for the most part we were good kids. I was very young when I had sex for the first time. I was with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; older boy, he was very tender, giving and so willing to teach me things. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; made me open to every sexual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; that comes my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult I have moved away from the family farm (though my heart is still there) but I go home as often as I can. That old place holds many memories for me. I have moved many time, I have even moved back to my home town a couple of times. I have been in the Midwest for 11 years now, this is where I call home now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a family now but that hasn't slowed me down. I am a family woman by day and a diva by night--so to speak. I love the double life. I am a sexual being. I will have sex anywhere, any time, the only exception is in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; of children! Though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PDA's&lt;/span&gt; around the kids are a healthy way for them to get in touch with their own sexuality and let them know it's nothing to be ashamed of...but I'm not going to get on the mom rant!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; (that's for you "C")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking pictures and have my picture taken but I do not post pictures of myself and here is why... Any one that knows me knows this but for those that don't let me catch you up...I was dating a guy once, we dated for quite a while. We took pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; all the time and I never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; anything of it. We broke up in October, I moved home, didn't think about him or the pictures again. In December, I was at the bar in my home town with, well, everyone in my home town, including my dad and all the guys I grew up with...lol...Some of the guys were looking at the new calender that was going up behind the bar, they all turned and looked at me like they had seen a ghost and tried to hide the calender before my dad seen it but they didn't succeed. My dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;grabbed&lt;/span&gt; it from them, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the bar and asked me what the hell I was thinking. At that point I didn't know what was going on yet. My dad held up the calendar and low and behold, there I was Miss July for the whole world to see. I about died!!! My dad was holding a naked picture of me!! And the whole bar had seen it!!! And this had gone out to Oh My God how many people!?!?! I was beside my self! I couldn't go back into the bar, I couldn't look at my dad for quite a while. Those pictures popped up for years in calendars and mags, the ass that I had dated submitted them everywhere. (My guy friends were on a quest to collect them all....lol....thanks guys) After the initial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; or shock wore off I just let it all roll off my back but I don't make the same mistakes twice!!! It's hard to live something like that down in a small town!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier most of my friends are guys so I tend to think like a guy when it comes to most thing...&lt;br /&gt;sex--It's a physical thing, no emotions, I think about it all the time and I will do it any where any time-and when it's over, it's over, I do not need to cuddle but if you need to I will!&lt;br /&gt;relationships--Don't cling to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;suffocate&lt;/span&gt; me, smother me, and I will return the favor! I will give you my all but can it wait 'til after the race!! I don't need flowers I just need your touch!&lt;br /&gt;women--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Vavavavooooom&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Need I say anything else!!&lt;br /&gt;men--High five, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;, did you see that?...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food--good home cooking, surrounded by friends and family&lt;br /&gt;booze--let it flow, and if I can lick it off a hot chick...even better&lt;br /&gt;etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a quiet candle light dinner in a five star &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; with roses and wine to make me feel special. I am secure in who I am and don't need validation. I am happy sharing a plate full of ribs and a pitcher of beer at a local pub and grill. Licking the BBQ sauce off your fingers as we enjoy our meal and each others company...now that is a romantic dinner. Follow that up with a night of wild love making and we have a great evening. I'm a simple girl........but I clean up real nice too. I can do the nice dress and heals and I rock them by the way!!! But I prefer my jeans and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tank top&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;button up&lt;/span&gt; over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to live on the edge...push the limits....meet new people!!! And no matter how far from home I get I stay in touch with my friends and family! So this is me!! I am an open book, you want to know something...just ask!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-2683439519009617285?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2683439519009617285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2683439519009617285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2683439519009617285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-me.html' title='This is me'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-6183853969665378400</id><published>2009-05-14T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:08:53.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate Cake'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Cake</title><content type='html'>There used to be a quaint little bakery down town that we would stop at on a regular basis growing up. We would all order our favorite goodies then set and talk. I always ordered something new because I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt;! Their specialty and what everyone went there for was a decadent five layer chocolate/rum cake that was so rich and moist that you couldn't finish it by yourself. It had a rich whipped chocolate rum mouse in between each layer of chocolate cake, it was stacked high and frosted with a thick glazed fudge icing topped with shaved chocolate. I almost couldn't eat it with friends around, it was orgasmic. You literally moan with every bite and by the last bite your eyes are rolling back in your head!!! I'm not kidding and I'm not just talking about me either....the whole table would be moaning with giggles in between, because you just couldn't help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to dinner with a friend the other night and when we were finished eating the waiter asked if we wanted "Something sweet to top off the evening?" We both had devilish grins on our faces and the waiter kind of chuckled then said "from the desert menu?" With a grin on his face. We ordered one piece of chocolate cake and two forks. When he returned with the cake it was huge, and looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; good. He handed us our forks, told us to enjoy and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched his cute little ass walk away then we both took a bite at the same time, it was to die for!!!! We both let out a moan followed by a giggle. It was almost as good as the cake I grew up with! As we sat there eating this amazing cake and talking about how some foods just put you in the mood, I think they could hear the moans at the waiters station because they kept watching us. Every now and then her moans were a bit louder than I would have expected them to be in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;public place&lt;/span&gt; but I didn't mind at all. When we were done with the cake our waiter brought us another piece and said it was on the house! We looked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and giggled. I told him "I don't think I could eat another bite." and she agreed, "Me either, but thanks, you should enjoy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure I have ever enjoyed cake like you two do." He exclaimed with a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is just really good chocolate." I told him. "Why don't you enjoy it, on us!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, that sounds really tempting, but I don't get off for a couple of hours." He said with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; in his voice as he handed us our check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told him to have a good evening, paid our bill and left. We stopped by a friends house for a while and then she dropped me off at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out the next day that after my friend got home, she decided to go back by and order another piece of cake at closing time....to go!!! He offered to take it to her car for her. She offered to take him home and teach him how to enjoy chocolate! She said he seemed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; when they got to the house and it was only going to be the two of them. She said that even with all of our playfulness she didn't think that I would have been into a threesome.........Oh My God.....Hello...Okay well we don't have that kind of relationship but I would have been there with her in a heart beat....with or without him!! But they had a fun night and I don't think he will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ever look&lt;/span&gt; at chocolate cake the same again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-6183853969665378400?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6183853969665378400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolate-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/6183853969665378400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/6183853969665378400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolate-cake.html' title='Chocolate Cake'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-7978575148864389553</id><published>2009-05-13T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:56:03.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Anticipation'/><title type='text'>*Anticipation</title><content type='html'>The anticipation builds up all week long. I think about him as I go through my daily routine. Little things run through my mind, the way he stands, towering over me as we talk. His hands caressing my curves. His amazing, endless kisses. I can feel his touch even when he's not here. He pops in and out of my thoughts and always leaves me with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear his truck pull in and I can feel my heart rate quicken. I open the door to that tall cool drink of water. He steps in, I close the door behind him and follow him down the hallway. His voice has a pulling force, it's almost hypnotic. Our conversation promptly turns to a kiss. When his lips touch mine it's all I could do to just kiss him back and not rip his cloth off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; and...   I need to show some self restraint! His lips are moist and soft, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; is amazing as it dances in tune with mine. I so enjoy a great kiss!! He has one hand on my breast as I kiss his neck, lick his ear, and nibble his earlobe. He pulls me in closer to him, I feel him getting hard. He kisses me again. We knew we didn't have a lot of time to spend together but we couldn't tear ourselves away either. "Do you want to suck my dick?" He asked with great anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, More than you know!!!" We both fumbled for his belt, within seconds he was freed from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;khaki&lt;/span&gt; prison. I knelt down and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; him into my mouth briefly. I stood up, kissed him and led him by his very hard cock to a more comfortable location. "I love when you lead me around like this." I smiled and kissed him. He continued to follow. I sat down and licked the head of his dick, took all of it in my mouth and grabbed his ass and pulled him to me as I took him in and out of my mouth a couple more times. I let go of him, stood up, spun him around and pushed him to the bed. He was taken by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;! I didn't even skip a beat, no sooner than he hit the bed, my lips were back around his hard dick. I couldn't have let go if I'd wanted to. I was just as turned on as he was. "Oh My God!" He exclaims as I apply a little more pressure with my tongue as I go down, and suck a little harder as I pull back. I could feel his body start to quiver under me. "I'm going to cum" he exclaims. I just kept sucking and massaging until he was completely drained. We looked at the clock and knew that our time was up, he had to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; to work and I had some place to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-7978575148864389553?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7978575148864389553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/anticipation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/7978575148864389553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/7978575148864389553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/anticipation.html' title='*Anticipation'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-7745829953408007244</id><published>2009-05-10T07:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:37:08.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heat of the Night (revised)'/><title type='text'>The Heat of the Night (revised)</title><content type='html'>I know that some of you have read this already but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; an email about it from "someone that was there,"  ;) and that read the original version of this. He said that I needed to post the whole story! So I am revising the Post... The original is too hot for general audiances so this is my revision! Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of summer nights at my aunts house growing up. We would stay up late playing cards and talking with friends. When the nights got too long, we would all just crash where ever we saw fit. I usually slept on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sun porch&lt;/span&gt; because of the breeze that blew through there and the sounds that echoed in the night. The nights were hot and sticky and there never seemed to be any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt; in sight, I would lay melting on the most comfortable patio sofa with just a light sheet draped over me. Every night was the same, we would fight off the heat of the night with cold drinks, good friends, food, and laughter. At the end of the night we would all retreat to our favorite spots and try to stay cool until morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night after everyone had gone to sleep, I was laying in my favorite spot almost asleep when I heard the door &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squeak&lt;/span&gt;. I looked up to see who had come out on the porch, I saw one of my cousins friends standing a few feet from me looking out the window. He was standing silent in the moonlight, the glow outlining his body as he stood there in thought. He ran his fingers through his hair and I could see every ripple of his bare chest. He leaned against the door frame and took a drink of his soda. I asked " Mind if I have a drink of that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumped and spilled his soda down the front of himself. I laughed. "You startled me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can see that." I said, as I got up and walked over to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;towel&lt;/span&gt; from the side table and started to dry the soda, we laughed and he took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;towel&lt;/span&gt; and said "I'm a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;clumsy&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him "That's okay as long as you left me some!" He handed me the bottle with a smile that cooled the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed the bottle back and forth as we talked. He had hoped I would be awake because we never get to talk alone and I had never really noticed him before. He likes the heat and I don't care for it. I'm a country girl and he wants out of this town. We talked until morning and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;retreat&lt;/span&gt; to our spots before anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;woke&lt;/span&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night while playing cards I noticed something I hadn't before...There was a familiar face looking across the table at me! We played into the night and as usual everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;retreated&lt;/span&gt; to our spots to settle in for the night. About an hour later, I heard the door &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;squeak&lt;/span&gt; and I looked up to see him standing in the moonlight again. He was walking towards me with two ice cold sodas. He said "I thought you might need something cold to drink!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was standing there in shorts, no shirts, his skin glistening in the moonlight, offering me something cold to drink. "Thanks, that's just what I needed right now." I replied with a sigh, as I took the bottle of soda from his hand. "I need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt; from this heat I think I'm going to melt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, that's why I come out here, for the breeze. It's way too hot in the house." He said with a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; might have something to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;with the&lt;/span&gt; fact that I'm out here." I replied with a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know why I'm out here." He said as he steps into me and ask "Can I kiss you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have to ask the answer will always be no." I replied as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stepped&lt;/span&gt; back and set down on the sofa. I know he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; as he turned away from me and I wanted him to kiss me too. But I hate it when someone asks if they can kiss me. If you are going to do it--DO IT-- don't ask permission. "So your not going to talk to me now?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned back towards me and said "You are a hard person to figure out, I want so bad to kiss you and I thought you wanted that too but then you rejected me. You are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aggravating&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held out my hand, "Come here, I did not reject you. I just said that you need not ask to kiss me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked toward me with a stunned look on his face. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;!" He said as he sat beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he sat down I slid my hand along the outside of his leg. He watched my hand move up his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thigh&lt;/span&gt; in amazement. I took my other hand and slid it slowly up his chest tracing every curve, every muscle until I got to his neck. Then I took him firmly by the back of the neck and pulled him to me and kissed him like he had never been kissed before. He put his hand on my leg and started to move it up nervously. I put my hand on his to steady it and let him know it was okay. I slid closer to him with one leg in front and one leg behind him. As he slid his hand under my sun dress he pulled back in shock. "No panties!" He said excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never!" I exclaimed. "So what do you want to do about this knowledge?" I asked in anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaned back into the kiss but with a little more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;aggression&lt;/span&gt;. I pulled my lips away just slightly and said "I need something cold, I'll be right back." I snuck into the house for ice and soda and when I came back out he was sitting under my sheet on my sofa all cocky. I handed him a soda and pulled back the sheet to find him naked. I popped ice in my mouth and started to lick his chest with the ice and watched the goose bumps rise all over. I licked him all over until my tongue was numb then I slid across him, he raised my skirt and I slowly slid down over his shaft. He was so hard. A little at first just to tease; then all the way down. He put his arms around me and kissed me I could feel the cold from his soda bottle on the small of my back. I arched my back to move away from it but he kept the bottle against my back and slid it all the way up. My nipple got so hard from the cold. He put down the soda to take a hold of me. He had a nice firm hold on my hips as I slid up and down his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amazingly&lt;/span&gt; firm shaft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slid the straps of my dress down, kisses my chest, and bites my nipples. Then with just a little cold shock; he returned the favor with the ice. He licked the ice over one nipple then the other, as he melted the ice on my skin, he would let the cold water run down my body. We are in a constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; with his hands on my hips pulling me down harder and harder. I moan a little and tighten up around his very ample cock as I ride him like stallion. He starts to moan a little louder than he should so I put my hand over his mouth then pull him in and kiss him as we finish with a major orgasm at the same time. I could feel his muscles tremble as I started to get up. He pulled me back to him, rolled me over, and pinned  me, and kissed me. "That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt; the temp out here just a bit!" He said with a grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd say so!" I replies with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; there and talked into the night like nothing in the world mattered. We didn't even notice the heat at that point. We just liked each others company. Our hands wandered along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; bodies for hours as we talked until talking turned back into kissing and then into more again. We had traced every inch of one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;an others&lt;/span&gt; bodies as the hours had passed, we were familiar with every spot that would make the other squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached for my soda on the table at the other end of the sofa when I felt his hand run across my back. I took a drink of my soda and put it down. I felt him kiss my back and slide his hands up my back and down around the front over the sheet I was still half wrapped in. His kisses were so soft and tender. I could feel him getting hard through the sheet as he pressed against me and kissed my neck. No words were needed, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;loosened&lt;/span&gt; the sheet and let it fall to the sofa. I turned enough to kiss him just before feeling his hard cock rub against the inside of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thigh&lt;/span&gt;. He guided it into me slightly. Just the head at first, with one of his hands on my hip and the other on my back. I arch my back as he grabs my hips and pulls me to him sliding all of himself into me. We watch our reflection in the window as he fucks me from behind. That turns us on even more. I have a hold of one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;breast&lt;/span&gt;, rolling the nipple between my fingers, making my nipple pop into a nice little button. My other hand is steadying us against the arm of the sofa. I hear an "Oh My God!!" as I put my nipple into my mouth. He watches intently as he goes in and out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts one foot on the floor for more leverage and turns me a little. He grabs a hold of my breasts, biting, kissing, licking my back... he slides in and out of me with such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;determination&lt;/span&gt;. I feel myself letting go repeatedly, he had lost any ability he had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; himself. He grabs my hips and just pulls me against him again and again, my back arched. My ability to remain quiet is quickly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;diminishing&lt;/span&gt;. He is so in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;, so confident as he holds onto me. I start to moan a little, he reaches around and places his hand over my mouth and says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shhh&lt;/span&gt;!" I arched my back and rocked into him faster, he pulled me tighter. I felt him cum inside of me and it intensified my orgasm. I felt that scream but couldn't let it out. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; back down on the sofa and finished a soda before he got dressed and went back in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing between us but the night as we found a new way to deal with the heat...Night after night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-7745829953408007244?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7745829953408007244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/heat-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/7745829953408007244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/7745829953408007244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/heat-of-night.html' title='The Heat of the Night (revised)'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-2212009305914254594</id><published>2009-05-06T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:50:47.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dressing Rooms'/><title type='text'>Dressing Rooms</title><content type='html'>I had the most amazing day shopping! There is something about a woman's dressing room that brings out the sensual side of a woman. I was trying on a few unmentionables. I found a lace bra and matching panties that I liked a lot; I was examining the style and how it fit in the mirror. My hands were moving along the lines of the panties and the shape of the bra. A movement by the  curtain caught my attention. There was another woman trying on a slip in the next curtain and well neither curtain was pulled all the way closed. She smiled at me with a devilish kind of grin as she straightened the slip then turned to look in the mirror. As hard as it was, I looked away but I didn't pull the curtain closed. I changed into something different and was checking it in the mirror when I caught a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt; of her changing and I just couldn't look away. She slid on a black&lt;br /&gt;g-string with red lace over her nice, round ass. She put the black and red bra on and ran her hands over her D cup breasts as she admired her own curves. I may have muttered a slight "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;" as she ran her hands over her amazing curves.&lt;br /&gt;She looked over at me and said "I liked the black one better!"&lt;br /&gt;I shot her a smile and told her that the black and ruby was really her. She gave a slight giggle and said I haven't seen the blue one yet. We both changed outfits and just as I got my bra closed the curtain to my dressing room flew open. "What do you think?" She asked with her arms outstretched in a perfect pose.&lt;br /&gt;I jumped half out of my skin but there was a red headed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goddess&lt;/span&gt; standing before me in a dark blue satin bra and panties asking me "With or without the robe?"&lt;br /&gt;What could I say??? Of course I like it better without!! But I told her "Why not start with it on but falling half off the shoulder, then let him disrobe you...it makes it better that way?" She said you mean like this and slid it down off her shoulder. Her long hair fell over her bare skin, the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;curles&lt;/span&gt; stretching down onto her cleavage. She looked so seductive. In a flash of personality she said "Oh you need lace!" She grabbed a black lace robe that she picked out for herself and said "It's perfect with that!" I slid it over my shoulders as she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stepped&lt;/span&gt; behind me and pulled my hair out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coller&lt;/span&gt;. I tied the satin belt and said "So what do you think?" We were talking and laughing like we had known each other for years.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;curels&lt;/span&gt; laying across her breasts were such a distraction, I finally reached over and brushed her hair back over her shoulder. She pulled on my belt as my hand brushed against her skin. Her hair was so soft and she was wearing my scent, Vanilla Lace. We were so close I could feel the heat coming off her body. The laughing and playfulness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stoped&lt;/span&gt; for a split second and our eyes locked, I ran my fingers through her hair as I leaned in to kiss her. She kissed me back as she reached up and closed the curtain. She finished pulling my belt off and let it fall to the floor. I pulled her robe open to expose her milky white skin. I slid the strap of her bra down off her shoulder and expose her supple nipple. I kiss her neck and work my way down to her breast, I take her nipple firmly in my mouth. I roll the nipple with my tongue and nibble just a little. I slide her panties down then kiss my way back up to her lips. She slides one hand into my panties and fingers my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;. Our breasts are rubbing up against one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anothers&lt;/span&gt;. I have one hand on her breast and the other fallows her hand down into my panties. I slide my panties all the way off and back her up to the wall. I guide her leg up to the bench and as I kiss her, I slowly start to run my hand up her leg until I get to her very wet pussy. I rub her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt; as she fondles my breasts. I slowly put just one finger in her then two. She is so wet and starting to moan a little but I wanted to get her all the way there. I licked and bit and kissed my way down her body until I got to her very wet, very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;throbbing&lt;/span&gt; pussy. I slid my tongue between her legs and tasted that sweet, sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nectar&lt;/span&gt;. She arched her back and moaned, I drove my tongue deep inside her, again and again. I slid my finger inside to get it nice and wet then started to enter her ass as I licked her. As she arched her back she grabbed my hair and I licked harder and faster, she had another orgasm and she drenched me. She pulled me up by my hair kissed me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;intensly&lt;/span&gt; and said "Now it's my turn!" I was already so wet. She pushed me down on the pile of cloths we were trying on and as she knelt over me I could feel her wetness. She grabbed my hair and kissed me,  pulled my head to the side and bit my neck, she worked her way down with her teeth, biting my nipples, my belly, my hip and finally the inside of my leg. I could feel her breasts press against me as she moved along my body. She spread my legs wide and started to lick me. She raised my hips up off the cloths and drove her tongue deep inside of me over and over. She had a magical tongue. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fondling&lt;/span&gt; my breasts and biting my nipple as she was licking me. She was fingering me and licking me. It did not take long for me to have an orgasm and then another. I sat up kissed her, told her "This was a lot of fun, but I am running late!" She looked at her watch and jumped to her feet and said "So am I!" We both got dressed in a hurry picked out what we wanted from the pile of cloths in our dressing rooms and walked out to pay for our stuff like nothing had happened. The clerks could hardly contain their laughter, they obviously knew what we were doing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later I arrived all fresh and pressed and ready to go for a get together with a few friends. We were all talking and getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;reaquainted&lt;/span&gt; because it had been a few years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; we had all gotten together. One of our oldest friends walks in, late as usual,with a red headed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;goddess&lt;/span&gt; on his arm. We smiled at one another, shook hands and for the first time were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;properly&lt;/span&gt; introduced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-2212009305914254594?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2212009305914254594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/dressing-rooms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2212009305914254594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2212009305914254594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/dressing-rooms.html' title='Dressing Rooms'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-7226717051206743707</id><published>2009-05-06T11:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:03:14.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*His Touch'/><title type='text'>*His Touch</title><content type='html'>My blood just boils when he is near me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; my pulse race and my breath quicken. I can't even speak coherently. His kiss makes my body tremble, I can hardly control myself when he touches me. He grabs me like he has point to prove and won't let go until he proves it. That first long, intense kiss just sets the mood. In one swift motion he pulls me to him with unwavering confidence. His strong arms around me are so comforting, his firm lips against mine are so inviting. There's a heat, a pulse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; us. When he takes my breast in his mouth he makes everything tingle, words can't describe how good he is with his mouth. We can be just as bad as we wants to be. His fingers sliding in and out of me, fingering my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;; I feel his breath on my neck as he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;speaks&lt;/span&gt; to me. I wrap my fingers around his throbbing cock and stroke it a few times as his fingers dance around my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;. I kiss his neck and slowly work my way down, I lick the head of his dick before taking it in my mouth. I caress his balls in my hand as I take him in and out of my mouth repeatedly. I lick up his shaft then massage the head with my tongue before taking all of him in my mouth. Once again, I slide him in and out of my mouth repeatedly until he is so worked up that he can't wait to be inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I am so wet and he is so hard, we want nothing more than for him to be inside me. He lays me back onto the bed and enters me; never breaking eye contact he slowly goes in and out of me. I can feel his passion. My desire is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apparent&lt;/span&gt;. Every movement of our bodies is in sink and our eyes are locked through the point of orgasm. I can feel him quiver as my body shakes in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-7226717051206743707?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7226717051206743707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/his-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/7226717051206743707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/7226717051206743707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/his-touch.html' title='*His Touch'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-7726349592446435755</id><published>2009-04-28T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:27:41.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten List'/><title type='text'>Top Ten List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every year my friends and I would make a list of ten things that we wanted to complete. Then we would make sure that everything on the list was done before years end. We kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; on track!! These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; your run of the mill lists either. Everything from skydiving to a girl on girl action and so much more! Over the years I have continued to make the list every year but life sometimes gets in the way of checking things off the list. I talked to an old friend that still does his lists too, he has the same issue. So the lists pile up...we just keep adding to it and now my list has a little over a hundred things on it. We decided we would start narrowing it down, the agreement was we can keep no more than 25 but I will share my "Top Ten" favorite have to do this year items from my list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dance naked in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Learn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;belly dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tattoo&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bikini&lt;/span&gt; area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have sex in a public place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dance on the bar 'til closing time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Write 3 poems that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sexually&lt;/span&gt; explicit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Play Strip and Oral Poker with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have sex in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Go to the strip club and get a lap dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have another nude portrait taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, well I have done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, 8 of those things before but I figured if it has been more than five years it's time to do it again. So what would you put on your list?!?!&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/3282584513034844858-7726349592446435755?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7726349592446435755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/top-ten-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/7726349592446435755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/7726349592446435755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/top-ten-list.html' title='Top Ten List'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-1057028220235469223</id><published>2009-04-27T11:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:07:25.683-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAIN'/><title type='text'>RAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm setting here on a rainy afternoon and my mind wanders back to one of the most amazing summers of my life. We worked very long days growing up on a farm and it was hot in the fields. Was when it was too dark to work in the fields and our chores were done we were too tired to move. Our only reprieve was when it rained. We would all finish our chores and take off. There were a couple of different places we would all meet but we just had to get away, take a break and just go wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were good kids but liked to have a little freedom and a lot of fun. It rained a lot that summer but not enough for us. We would race out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ridge line&lt;/span&gt; or down to the lake or just hang in someones field....It didn't really matter. I was falling for a guy from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;neighboring&lt;/span&gt; farm. We were all falling for someone in our group, the breaks of living in a small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved to set on the docks and let the rain fall on me. I swear I could feel every drop hit my skin. I could close my eyes and just feel every drop hit my shoulders, slowly roll down over my cleavage and slide down my belly; it would combine with other drops and trails down over my pussy and runs off onto the dock. I could feel the dock start to rock as people walked toward me and I opened my eyes. Everyone just passed me and jumped into the lake except him; he stoped to kiss me then pulled me into the lake with him. I could still feel the rain on my head and he was a little shocked when I wrap myself around him instead of pushing away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;. He took advantage of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;, pulled me in close and kissed me again. I could feel him get instantly hard against my bikini area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends were just a few feet away but we were both so turned on. I think we may have set a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;precedence&lt;/span&gt; that day and changed the dynamic of the group completely. We were all a little flirty before that day but never just made out like that before. They taunted and splashed us; of course we went back to group activities but all the while thinking about being back in each others arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was going down and we all needed to get home to do our evening chores. Everyone had gone except me, I packed up the truck and decided to stay to enjoy the rain a little longer. I could hear another truck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; back down the road. As it got closer a smile came over my face but when he got out of the truck I was sure to keep a strait face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what are you doing back here, Cowboy?" I asked, with a serious look on my face but with great anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanted to make sure this old heap didn't leave you stranded." He replied with a grin, tapping my old Ford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is not a heap and will never let me down!" I said, with fury in my voice. "So why did you really come back?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "To do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he backed me up to the truck, put one hand on my neck, one hand on my hip and kissed me. The summer rain was falling on us, every drop rolling down our bodies with such sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;splendor&lt;/span&gt;. The sound of the rain hitting the leaves, the lake and the truck. I was so amazingly turned on. He pulled the strings on my swim bottoms and ran his hand between my legs. He guided one foot up to the bumper of the truck and ran his hand the length of my leg and slid a finger into me. I untied my top and slid it off. He bit my nipples a little and moved down to lick me. I was so wet and the rain was picking up. As he made his way back up I removed his swim trunks. He kissed me, pulled me close to him and entered me without missing a beat. I could feel every movement of his body, every movement of our bodies together. We could make as much noise as we wanted because there was nobody for miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were finished he kissed me again and said. "Let's go for a swim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rinsed off in the lake and headed for home but over the course of that summer we spent a lot of rainy nights together. When it rains, I still think about that summer and all that I learned and how much we grew over that summer. I could really tell some stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-1057028220235469223?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1057028220235469223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/1057028220235469223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/1057028220235469223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain.html' title='RAIN'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-755453063858286018</id><published>2009-04-26T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:10:28.258-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remember When'/><title type='text'>Remember When</title><content type='html'>I'm often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; at how easily I'm amused. I laugh at pretty much anything, maybe just because life is too short to not be happy but today I was watching an old movie and could not stop laughing. It wasn't even what I was watching that was so funny...Have you ever watched a movie, listened to a song or even just saw someone that brought back the past?? That is what happened to me today and I tell you what, there for a while it was like I couldn't even control myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even tell you what the movie was I just caught the last twenty minutes of it (good thing too). I had a nice little flash back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;, all of us setting in my parents house watching movies and just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; out. I guess this story should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; but no it's still funny.....the guys liked trying to shoot anything down our shirts (for points of course)!! The bigger the chest the more points, should be the other way around (harder target and all....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;), they got the most points for anything down my shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we were all a little loud and hyper; I think I had more popcorn down my shirt than anyone had in their mouths. I told them if they kept making a mess I was going to make them clean it up. The guys all looked at each other with devilish grins and we knew we were in trouble. They chased us down, for those of us that could get away....the others were pinned down and the popcorn was cleaned up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't thought about that in years and all because of a stupid clip of a movie today it came flooding back and gave me a good laugh...........when I pulled myself together I had to make a call and do the "remember when".....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-755453063858286018?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/755453063858286018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-when.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/755453063858286018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/755453063858286018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-when.html' title='Remember When'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-4902114650385905558</id><published>2009-04-25T22:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:02:13.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*Desires'/><title type='text'>*Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite an overwhelming desire to step outside of my comfort zone and make a move on the most sensational man to ever walk into my life, week after week I just made polite conversation, kept the flirting to a minimum and went about my life. What I was thinking was taboo for so many reasons...after years of friendly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; and banter it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; almost too much to bare. My heart would race when he was near, nobody has ever had that effect on me, Nobody!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One April day, after our normal back and forth, we were saying good bye and with a few simple words from him, he grabbed me firmly in his strong arms, his kiss was firm and commanding. My heart was beating so loud I'm sure he could hear it. His hands were so strong and sure as the moved along my body. I kissed him back and completely lost myself in his embrace. I felt cold chills as his hand moved over my back. We were breathing in sink with one another. I kissed his neck and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. I was so worked up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He had me pulled in so tight that I could feel my breasts pressed against his amazing chest as our hands wandered over one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;an others&lt;/span&gt; bodies. His hand found its way to my breast, I kissed him with more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intensity as&lt;/span&gt; I let myself become completely uninhibited. I slid my hand down between us, I could feel his ample pulsating cock, just ready to break out of hi pants. I released his belt, he opened his pants and I took a hold of him firmly, letting him know that it was my turn to be in control and he responded in kind. The anticipation had been building for way too long and we we just had to have each other, right then and there. We moved down the hallway, touching, k&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;issing&lt;/span&gt;, removing cloths; we couldn't get to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; room fast enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled him close to me. I took his manhood into my mouth all the way then slightly pulled back, I sucked him in and out massaging the head with my tongue then I took it out and ran my tongue firmly around just the head a few times before going all the way back down his shaft. I could hear him moan a little, I love it when a man makes noise. As I stood up, he kissed me, slid my bra strap down and took my nipple in his mouth, I was instantly wet. I could feel the intensity in the room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all but glided onto the bed in one fluid motion completely unencumbered. His touch was immediate and intense. He had just the right touch. Every thrust and touch and kiss was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strategical&lt;/span&gt; placed. Our connection was vast. Every movement sent waves of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt; through my body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-4902114650385905558?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4902114650385905558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/desires.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/4902114650385905558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/4902114650385905558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/desires.html' title='*Desires'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-8444607223024652870</id><published>2009-04-21T08:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:09:58.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ridgeline'/><title type='text'>The Ridgeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ridgeline could not be more beautiful in the heat of the summer evenings. The sun just starting to kiss the earth, fire dancing across the sky splashing an amazing sky blue-pink onto the horizon. The evening breeze blowing the crops back and forth like it was choreographed just for me. The rhythm is calling me, I have to join the symphony of sights and sounds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I step to the edge of the ridge, the tall grass all around me, the sweet smell of wild flowers on the air. One swift turn and I crack my whip into the wind, lettng it whistle through the air and snap like a firecracker. I move to the sounds around me, my whip following after me or some times leading my movements but always creating intriguing sounds to enhance the dance. The leather wraps ever so snugly around my body with a nice little sting from the tip. In a whisper it will untangle from my skin and whistle through the air again. Every movement strategic, like a dance. Every snap and crack lyrical set to the graceful music of the nature around me. I can close my eyes and flow through the movements, as naturally as taking a breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like having a dance partner that knows your every step even when it's a new dance. She wraps around me with the delicate lust of a teenager and no sooner than she falls into my skin she pulls away, leaving a sting. I can change directions and my whip is always in the right place. I can command her to be gentle or rough and she will always obey. There is a distinct clapping sound as a whip lays down against my skin, even a slight zip when it unwraps. These sounds, blended together with the almost enchanting smoky sky and the increasing wind, heighten the senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness starts to creep in, the sky is speckled with millions of dancing stars as the moon illuminates the ridge. The air begins to cool though the dance is just starting to heat up. The wind is blowing an intense rhythm and my whip is cracking with the fury of the night. She clings a little longer as my skin is moist. She whistles through the air and wraps tightly around one leg, she comes off with a zip and leaves a nice sting behind. A few whistles through the air to dry her off then back to the dance she goes with such intensity. She takes a turn through the air, whispers softly around my belly and slightly snaps a breast. You can hear my excitement echo in the wind. Every turn I make is set to music, every snap is scintillating, I can't stop moving the sounds entice me and the zip caries me to places you could never imagine. She wraps gently around my hips with a slight snap and pulls away with a whispering zip as she whistles around and wraps again with more vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pounding rhythm of the land keeping tune with the throbbing beat of my heart. Every movement pulsates through me. Each slap and crack of my whip makes my pulse rise higher and higher. The breeze cooling my skin as the whip slaps down. Every time she wraps around me and pulls off, I feel a little closer to the rhythm. The excitement consumes me, I can no longer hear the music, I can only feel it surrounding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-8444607223024652870?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8444607223024652870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/ridgeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/8444607223024652870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/8444607223024652870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/ridgeline.html' title='The Ridgeline'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-4854149487149485161</id><published>2009-04-18T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:47:42.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kujaku Poetry: End Poverty and CEO greed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kujakupoet.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-poverty-and-ceo-greed.html#links"&gt;Kujaku Poetry: End Poverty and CEO greed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-4854149487149485161?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kujakupoet.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-poverty-and-ceo-greed.html#links' title='Kujaku Poetry: End Poverty and CEO greed'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4854149487149485161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/kujaku-poetry-end-poverty-and-ceo-greed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/4854149487149485161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/4854149487149485161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/kujaku-poetry-end-poverty-and-ceo-greed.html' title='Kujaku Poetry: End Poverty and CEO greed'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-2779655739077561973</id><published>2009-04-17T14:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:18:18.015-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NO PLACE LIKE HOME'/><title type='text'>NO PLACE LIKE HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay boys and girls... They say "There's no place like home!" So here's the question of the day... If you had to pick just one room in your house, which one would it be and why???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a special memory for every room in my house but I have to say for all intensive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;purposes&lt;/span&gt; that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sun room&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite room in the house!!! In the evenings I can open up all the windows and feel the summer breeze blowing through the room. No one should be able to see in if the lights are off. I am be free to be as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unencumbered&lt;/span&gt; as I want and not worry about being seen or heard. I can stand in the doorway and let my robe blow in the wind. The breeze blowing through my hair and across my body. The cool sin-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sation&lt;/span&gt; allows me to feel free. My warm hands on my cool skin send chills down my spine. I quiver from head to toe. My mind is racing and I can't help myself. There is a freedom in that room that I don't find in an other room in my house. I don't know for sure if I can be seen but I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt;, a need to touch myself. I can feel the world stand still around me nothing touching me but the wind. The moans grow louder and louder until there are screams in the night. I lay back across the table my body glistening in the moonlight and let the breeze cool my body. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-2779655739077561973?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2779655739077561973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-place-like-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2779655739077561973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/2779655739077561973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-place-like-home.html' title='NO PLACE LIKE HOME'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282584513034844858.post-8092845118801102725</id><published>2009-04-16T23:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:19:06.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiss of a Lifetime'/><title type='text'>Kiss of a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>How often do we get that once in a life time chance to kiss the girl of our dreams!!!! Well it's called a once in a life time chance for a reason, right!?!? Well as I've always said boys and girls when life gives you a chance and you don't take it you end up kicking yourself forever! I do not live my life with regret so I took the chance. Here's what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after a basketball game one evening my senior year, everyone had pretty much cleared out of the building and I was on my way out as well. The gym was all but locked up but I had to run back in for something in my gym locker. The shower was still running when I walked in. One of my closest friends was still in there. She had lost track of time and didn't notice she was about to be locked in for the night. She was shocked to see me standing there watching her. At first she blushed and words wouldn't come to either of us. For the first time ever we both saw each other as more than friends and more than sisters. I forgot that I even had clothing on when I walked into that shower. I wasn't thinking I just went for it, I could see in her eyes she wanted it too. I don't think it was the hot water that was steaming up that locker room that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got more then a kiss from my dream girl that night. Time stood still as we explored a new aspect of our friendship. My wet cloths were all over the floor of the shower, we were in the heat of the moment, the water pouring over our bodies, her breast in my mouth, our hands....and then we hear voices!!!! Yes reality set in quick! And we could not get to get under cover quick enough! There they were... Two guys, standing there eyes popping out of their heads...tongues hanging out of their mouths. (When I didn't come back out of the building, coach sent the guys to find me!!) One of the guys was a friend, we were hoping to keep thing to ourselves but you know how teenage boys are. We had to do the walk of shame!!! Me in wet cloths even!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all one of the best nights of my life.........And that was not the end of the night!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3282584513034844858-8092845118801102725?l=missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8092845118801102725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiss-of-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/8092845118801102725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282584513034844858/posts/default/8092845118801102725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbhavensplayhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiss-of-lifetime.html' title='Kiss of a Lifetime'/><author><name>Miss "B" Haven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02969156064775167666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kZ8VDmP-MA8/Se9kH81gGiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pEg0WssNnIc/S220/elenor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
