His laugh always made me smile. It was so cheerful and childlike, just like him. Of course, at 22 years old, Theo wasn’t actually a child. Young, yes, but old enough…

We’d talked about going out a few times when we’d seen each other at parties but with his busy school schedule and my busy social schedule it had been difficult to work out. Finally, however, we managed to find an afternoon when both of us were free and we set up a lunch date at my place. I busied myself planning what I would wear and what I would make us for lunch. But the morning before my lunch date, something happened that I hadn’t planned: Lucky got sick. He wasn’t puking his guts out, but he certainly wasn’t feeling up to going in to the office. I wasn’t sure what do to. It seemed a little awkward to have a lunch date - one I’d hoped would end up in the bedroom - with my husband hanging around. Should I cancel the date I’d been looking forward to for so long, not knowing when our schedules would match up again? I mentioned my dilemma to Lucky and he graciously offered to make himself scarce playing video games in the basement during my date. He’s so good to me!

Theo arrived at noon and we drank beers in the kitchen and chatted while I fixed lunch. Lucky hadn’t yet retired to the basement and our roommate was watching TV in the living room so it was a nice, relaxed, social atmosphere. Shortly before we’d finished eating our lunch, Lucky silently slipped away to play games and my roommate busied himself on his laptop with work. I was beginning to get a little nervous trying to figure out my next move. Because of the social nature of the afternoon so far, it had felt less like a date and more like a handful of friends hanging out. How was I supposed to smoothly move into a more seductive mode and get this cute young boy into my bedroom where I could ravage him like I wanted to?

I still hadn’t figured out how to proceed when we had finished eating and were taking our dishes into the kitchen. It turned out I didn’t need a plan. After setting our dishes in the sink, I turned back toward him and he slipped his arms around my waist and drew me into a deep kiss. My body tingled, pressed against his. I could feel my nipples getting hard. When our lips finally parted, I didn’t allow us to lose any of our momentum. “Would you like to go upstairs?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he replied, smiling widely.

Holding his hand, I led him up into my room and we immediately started kissing again. We stumbled over to the bed and fell onto it, still kissing and running our hands all over each other’s bodies. He reached under my shirt and effortlessly unhooked my bra, then moved his hands around and began to cup my breasts. Next, he pulled me on top of him. He watched me as I sat up and seductively removed my shirt and bra. Then I scooted down his legs and began to unbutton his pants. Once they were open and I’d rubbed his hard cock through his boxers for a minute, I pulled them all the way off and dropped my own skirt on the floor before going back up to remove his shirt. Shoving our tongues in each other’s mouths passionately, we pressed our bare-chested bodies together in a grinding motion for some time. I could feel his bulge through his shorts and my wet panties. I had to see it. I pulled away from his mouth and removed his boxers, revealing a thick, beautiful cock. I couldn’t resist shoving it into my mouth and licking every last inch of it. The way he moaned as I sucked him was almost as much of a turn on as the salty taste of his pre-cum.

I kissed and licked back up his body until I reached his mouth, where I gave him a deep, long kiss. He pushed me onto my back and began kissing down my body, stopping briefly at my nipples before heading down to my underwear. He gently pulled them off and began licking and sucking between my legs. My pussy was throbbing to have something inside of it as he concentrated on my clit. His fingers trailed teasingly around the wet opening. Just when I was ready to grab his hand and shove it up inside of me, he pushed two fingers into my eager cunt.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. “Oh god, yes.”

His mouth and fingers sent me into a state of pure ecstacy that I hadn’t expected from this young, lighthearted boy. His movements weren’t as smooth as some more seasoned lovers I’d had, but they were far from awkward. This boy knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving me wild. I was ready to take his cock inside of me.

I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. He rolled it on and climbed between my legs. Slowly, he pressed the tip in, then the rest. I moaned with delight, afraid I would peak within seconds. The entire time he was thrusting between my legs I felt myself on the verge of orgasm. I had to hold back with all of my strength. I wanted to make the ecstasy last just a little bit longer. Finally, I could hear him getting close. His breathing quickened, his body tightened. I knew it was time. I let myself go and braced myself for the pleasure to come. My pussy began to convulse with my orgasm, and within seconds I could feel his cock shuddering inside of me. Our moans became louder and louder until we peaked and all that was left was the sound of heavy breathing.

Afterward, we lay in bed for a bit longer, cuddling, smooching, and chatting. He asked when he could see me again, and made me get up and check my calendar so we could schedule another date as soon as possible. I loved his enthusiasm, and I was just as eager to see him again. Finally, he got dressed and gave me a passionate kiss goodbye before heading out, leaving me to a very satisfied afternoon nap.

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The Sound From My Knees #26

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Running Time: 59:12

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• Hear my recap of roller skating in Seattle’s Gay Pride Parade, as well as my memories of my first moments of pride as a young bisexual woman. To celebrate Pride, I’m giving away Safer Sex Packets from Lifelong AIDS Alliance to 5 lucky commenters. Leave a comment in this post and I’ll choose 5 of you at random to receive a prize.
• Quick recap of this year’s Month of Yes shenanigans so far.
• Hear me use and review the Hello Kitty Vibrator from Babeland.
• I discuss some recent sex polls including Sex secrets and Have you ever cheated?

As always, if you have any questions, comments, or reviews while we’re not on the air you can call the voicemail line at 206-350-6955. And join us in the chat room every Sunday night at 8pm Seattle/Pacifictime so you can call in and be a part of the fun!

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Hi Luv
I would still Love to get together? We live sooo close so you could cum over most Anytime. Age is only a number! I am young and live every day to the fullest!! Notice my picture?? I have a full, long, very soft beard you will love on your soft skin as I nibble an lick every inch! The beard?? I actually am a professional “Santa”! Love to have you sit on my …………. Bet you never had your very own Santa!! Hear from you soon!! Your Santa!! Remember you don’t want to make Santa unhappy!!

Wow, talk about not getting the hint. Especially when it sounds like she didn’t hint but told him outright that she wasn’t interested. And does anyone else find the vision of Santa’s beard rubbing between your thighs a little creepy? Thanks for the submission, Brian!

There aren’t many occasions on which Lucky and I expect gifts from each other. We’re constantly surprising each other with little gifts for no reason at all, and we make sure to spoil each other on birthdays, but most other holidays are strictly no-gift events. We don’t get each other gifts for Christmas, and we most certainly don’t do Valentine’s Day. And while we do celebrate our anniversaries, we don’t exchange gifts. It’s been our tradition to spend anniversaries doing something special together as a celebration of our love, rather than worrying about buying trinkets to exchange. In September we celebrated our first wedding anniversary, and in our usual fashion we didn’t get gifts for each other. A couple of our friends, however, gave us something that made it a night to remember.

We had a simple evening planned: We’d get dressed up in our best threads and go to a swanky little hole-in-the-wall restaurant for wine and tapas. Lucky looked so handsome in his dark green thrift store suit with a pair of neon green sneakers to add a little flair. I was dolled up in a slinky black dress and had decided to forgo my usual Converse Chuck Taylor’s for a delicate little pair of pink and black high heels. At the restaurant we went through an entire bottle of wine as we sampled delicious food and reminisced lovingly about our time together so far. We were having a great time, but had no idea what lay in store for us later.

Feeling pleasantly tipsy, we decided to stop in at a nearby bar where a group of our friends were gathered. We figured we’d have a celebratory drink with them while we decided whether to go home and enjoy a romantic dessert or head downtown to our favorite dance club. One drink turned into several while we laughed and chatted with our friends. Everyone told us how great we looked and my friend Karen, in particular, was dishing out the compliments pretty freely.

“Misty, you are so cute,” she’d say. Or “You and Lucky are the cutest couple ever!”

Before long we were stumbling into the karaoke bar next door with the group. And, of course, we continued drinking. I can’t remember if we sang any songs, but I do remember Karen and her good friend Jen getting friendlier and friendlier. When last call came the four of us stumbled outside and decided to take the party back to our place. The moment we stepped through the door to our little studio apartment the real celebrating began. While Lucky and Jen made their way to the bed, Karen tackled me on the couch, lifted up my dress, and started devouring my pussy.

“If I had a strap-on, I’d fuck you so hard” she growled.

“I do have one!” I said excitedly.

“Ooh, get it,” she ordered.

I got up and fished the harness and cock-shaped dildo out of my box of sex toys and brought it back to the couch where Karen was waiting. Despite our drunken state, we managed to get the harness strapped around her hips and secure the dildo in place. As I lay on my back on the couch Karen climbed between my legs and slid her new cock into my waiting pussy. She began pumping in and out, her motions and her words becoming more and more aggressive. “You like that, don’t you?” She grunted. “You love my cock in you. Take my big cock.” She was clearly getting off on the power of yielding the silicone member. And I was getting off on taking it.

After several minutes of intense fucking, the harness began to slip a little. Rather than bothering with adjusting the straps, Karen pulled it off, took the dildo in her hand, and continued to fuck me with it. This hot, aggressive girl had me so close to orgasm that when she began licking my pussy while continuing to pump the cock in and out of me I came right away in a screaming orgasm.

“Now I need to get fucked,” Karen stated intently. We looked over at the bed where Lucky was laying on top of Jen, his cock deep inside of her as she moaned. “Mmm…let’s join them,” Karen suggested. We walked over and climbed into bed with the two lovers.

“Ooh, hello!” Jen said seductively.

“Do you mind if I borrow Lucky for a while?” Karen asked. “I need to get fucked, NOW.”

“Sure,” Jen agreed, as if Lucky had no say in the matter (and really, was he going to say no to any of this?)

“But don’t worry,” Karen assured her. “You won’t be left high and dry. You stay right there.” She positioned herself on her hands and knees, her face hovering over Jen’s thighs. After changing his condom, Lucky came up behind Karen and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. “Oooh yess. That’s it,” she groaned. As Lucky fucked her harder and harder, faster and faster, she went to work licking the wet hole between Jen’s quivering legs. Soft moaning soon turned into screaming and grunting. As I sat on the side of the bed and watched the hot scene play out, it was difficult to tell who was making which noises, but it didn’t really matter. I couldn’t even tell who came when, but soon all three of them collapsed in a satisfied heap.

After a short rest, we all cleaned up and our two guests headed home. Once alone, Lucky and I cuddled up in bed and giggled about what a special gift our friends had given us. It was a very happy anniversary, indeed.

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The Sound From My Knees #25

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Running Time: 44:22

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Since I haven’t had a chance to record a live show for a while, I am treating you to part 2 of “I Never.”

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