tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179683612009-11-28T14:01:25.101-08:00The sexual intimacies of a dirty little girl - explicit erotica to entice males and females alike.dirtylittlegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08368691122837284555noreply@blogger.comBlogger185125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17968361.post-65821235276301736702009-11-15T07:44:00.000-08:002009-11-15T07:57:26.658-08:00

EDIT: I just realized I missed my Blogiversary. It was back in October. I really must keep more up to date with this blog. Anyway, Happy 4th Blogiversary to me and thank you all for being such wonderful readers over the years. Cheers!The familiar ache slithers through my body. I can feel it tug on my nipples and wind around my clit. My body needs you this morning and it's not going to be denied.

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A soft sigh escapes your lips when you walk into the room. You knew I'd be here, but you didn't know for how long or in what state. I lay on my side looking at you, letting my eyes wander over your body. My clothes lay carelessly discarded at the side of the bed. Your stance shifts as you lean against the doorframe. One eyebrow raises questioningly. You know why I'm here, but not specifically

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Bryant remained sitting in his chair for a moment. His hand was firmly situated around his hard cock, moving slowly up and down his rigid shaft. Gwen studied him. His eyes had changed since he first opened the door. Gone was the look of panic and replacing it was a wild, glazed stare that had Gwen uncertain as to what to expect. The sexual involvement with Linda had been extraordinary but still

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I had a dream last night. You were in my thoughts as I drifted off to sleep and you came back to me as I slipped deeper into slumber. We were together. I'm not sure of the place, but it was soft and dark. I felt your hard body next to mine and I smiled. My arousal was sudden when your lips touched mine. I was not expecting it. It took my breath away just as it did the first time you kissed

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Wow! I almost missed it! My blog is going to be rolling over to 3 MILLION HITS! I never would have thought when I started this blog back in October 2005 that I would see 3000 hits, let alone 3 million. That, my dear readers, is all because of you. Thank you for visiting, reading, leaving comments, sending me emails and being generally wonderful to me over the years. You're the best!In celebration

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This post is dedicated to someone very special. A long time reader of my blog recently passed away. She was young, lovely and so full of life. Because of her I found a wonderful friendship and my life has been blessed by the presence of her and the man she shared her life with. She will be missed.--------Thank you to the very lovely Madeline Glass who included this post as part of the Dirty Girls

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Linda's fingers slid over Gwen's shoulders as she pulled her closer. A rush of heat ran between them. Her fingers were soft and gentle yet firm guiding Gwen tighter into the embrace. Gwen's fingers ran over Linda's arms in kind. Her skin was so different than that of a man. It was soft and smooth, pliable as her fingers kneaded into it. Her breath was sweet and forbidden. Her tongue was dangerous

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I've finally joined the rest of society and given in to all the tweet-pressure. *wink*I can now be found on Twitter. I have just started and would love to have you join me in there.And for those of you who are waiting, Savannah Chapter 2 will continue shortly...

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Gwen studied herself in the mirror and wondered what men saw in her. On top of that, she wondered what her husband ever saw in her. It was obviously nothing he desired for some time. She knew marriages tended to falter at times and she shouldn't take too much to heart but she couldn't help it. At least since coming to work for Madame Gretchen the men she fucked seemed to like her well enough.She

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Thank you to the very wonderful Madeline Glass for including me in the June 12 Sex Blog Roundup on Fleshbot!Gwen softly whispered back to Stephen, "How would you like me to fuck you. You normally have to please the woman, but this is your turn to receive the pleasure. Tell me what you'd like."As Gwen spoke the words, her hand snaked between her thighs and caressed his growing cock.Stephan sighed

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I'm still here for you.Longing for your touch.Wanting to feel your body against mine.My own hands tracing where yours should be.Feeling bliss, yet needing more.It won't be long now.

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Thank you to the very wonderful Madeline Glass for mention in Fleshbot for April 17!Gwen allowed herself another minute of pleasure before pulling away from Stephan. As much as she wanted him to ravish her, she knew he needed to be pleasured by her if this was to be the path her life would take. She leaned forward and look Stephan's hand. Moving slowly and seductively, she brought it up to her

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Gwen's body surged under Stephan's touch. Every inch of her was set aflame as his lips caressed hers. It was what she needed, what she desired. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Their two bodies crushed together as lust overtook her. She wanted him now and his body responded in kind. His fingers grabbed at her clothes, pulling at them, trying to remove them. Just as his

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Gwen's visit with Madame Gretchen consisted of much embarrassment on her part and nothing but support on Madame Gretchen's part. Madame Gretchen questioned her thoroughly, but kindly. Her main concern was that of Gwen's husband. As a wealthy businessman, the potential for Gwen to be involved with a business associate or even her husband himself was not beyond a possibility. Gwen was able to

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Yes, yes, I know I've been quiet. I have no excuses for you only that I'm back with a new series in the works. To compliment my New York and Washington series is a new tale of sex, money and adventure with my Savannah series. Savannah, Georgia native Gwen is featured in this one along with a fine list of men and women who find her more than appealing. The following is just the beginning. Enjoy!-

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This is a continuation of a post I wrote a short time ago. If you haven't read it or if you want to enjoy it from beginning to end, go here to read Part 1.Your struggles and gasps arouse me more. I hover over you, not letting you touch me and your anguish is clear. My fingers tighten around your wrists as you wrestle against me. And then you beg. It's quiet at first, only a whisper. I ignore you

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I'm still here and am working on a continuance of Control. In the meantime, I'm indulging in a little orgy action over at Roger's blog. If you'd like to come join me, or come in and watch, stop on by.Please take a look at the "rules" though. Please don't push anyone out of the way, but if you can figure out a creative way to join me, please do. I'd love to see (and have) you.DLG xoxo

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Your look of surprise when you enter the door tells me I've done the right thing. I wasn't expected today and I rarely invade your home. You look at me lying on your bed and walk toward me. Your hands work at your clothes as you cross the hardwood floor. Fingers undo your tie and you toss it to the ground. Buttons are ripped as you tear off your shirt. You only stumble slightly as your pants and

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It does appear as though I missed my 3rd Blogiversary date. Three years ago this month I began Dirty Little Mind. I've come quite far in that time, made new friends of all kinds, ventured into audio books (with which I held the #1 spot for audio books in UK itunes for 4 months straight, thank you very much), had the fortune of being published in FHM magazine, hosted a masturbatathon, surpassed

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Audio Book News!And it's finally available! In addition to my New York series, Eva and the Washington Series is now available as an audio book through Leatherback Productions.It can be purchased here at Audible.com or through the itunes store. As before, the author is listed as Tinca Turle (I can't use my real name now can I) and is searchable under Leatherback Productions.Enjoy!In other news…I

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I've been lonely, thinking about you. It's been so long since we've been together. I miss the smell of you on my skin. I miss the smell of sex in the room. The musky scent of sweat and bodies and lust and greed. I love that scent. It's unmistakable when you walk into a room where two people have had sex. It can linger for hours, days even. The smell can envelop you and welcome you. And it can

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She moans quietly into the bed and her thighs shift apart slightly. You smile and pick up your first choice. Lifting her ankle, you slide the strap of the butterfly vibrator up her calf and move to do the same on her other leg. You tease the straps up her thigh until you hit the bed."Lift." you say and she immediately attempts to lift her torso as high as she can. Her body barely moves but you

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Thank you to the lovely Madeline Glass for including me in this week's Fleshbot Sex Blog Round-up! --------Her knuckles are beginning to turn white as she grips the ropes binding her wrists to the headboard. Her body makes a clean line, outstretched arms above her head following her spine down to her naked ass. Her knees barely touch the floor though it doesn't matter. The bed holds her weight,

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You say you want me.But it's not me you want.You say you need me.But it's not me you need.I am no one. And anyone. It's why you come here, isn't it. It's so you can have me be anyone you want me to be. You don't need to see me or know what color my hair is. You don't need to look into my eyes and see yourself reflecting there. It's not what I'm here for. I'm here so I can become her. She's the

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Her hair drifted across my body. Thick black curly hair slowly slid down my body following her as she traced over my legs. I could only see her hair until she dipped down. Her head dropped lower and the curve of her back revealed her luscious ass accented by the thin fabric of her thong. Her hands ran up the outside of my legs as she pushed her body back up. A smile spread across her face as she

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