It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

Lucas limped away from the wreckage of the shot-down helicopter, saying a silent prayer for the other 4 men who hadn’t made it out along with a prayer of thanks that, aside from a fairly deep gash on his leg and a minor head injury, he had been unharmed.

He knew that the Marine camp they had been headed to in order to deliver supplies was only a few miles away and that since the enemy was sure to arrive soon to scavenge the wreckage, his best bet was to head to the camp.

Armed with his pistol and two M4s he was able to find amongst the wreckage, Lucas set off through the trees in the direction of the Marine camp. His luck continued as he trekked through enemy territory - he didn’t encounter any enemy soldiers.

Two hours after Lucas started trudging cautiously toward the Marine camp, M4 at the ready in case an enemy combatant was spotted, he came upon a small hill. He mounted the hill slowly and quietly and peered over the crest, half expecting to find an enemy camp.

Instead, he saw a small clearing with a small lake. His jaw dropped when he recognized what was going on in the middle of the lake - two milk chocolate-skinned, dark-haired beauties were splashing around naked, their bountiful breasts bobbing on the surface of the water. Lucas actually rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things on account of his head injury. But no, there they were, as real as could be, laughing and playing, their skin glistening from the droplets of water.

Lucas peered around the edges of the clearing, straining to make sure there weren’t any enemies lying in wait. Not seeing anything, he carefully crept over the crest of the hill and down the other side, toward the lake. As he got closer, he chose a tree to hide behind with branches that enabled him to watch unseen.

After a few minutes, the women made their way to the bank of the lake and emerged from the water, holding hands. The taller of the two women sank down on a blanket at the edge of the lake and the shorter one followed suit. As they talked in the foreign tongue, the shorter one began to run her fingers along the skin of the other’s thigh. The taller one spread her thighs apart, giving Lucas a perfect view of her mound, shockingly pink against her dark skin. The hand crept closer to her pussy, eventually covering it, then stroking, rubbing, pinching. The tall woman gasped and sighed as the shorter one brought her mouth down upon her nipple, fingers sliding into her.

Lucas watched intently, grinding his hardening cock on the tree bark. He hadn’t seen a woman, much less touched one, in 8 months, and he longed to join these two foreign beauties. As the taller woman’s moans grew, so did Lucas’ resolve to attempt to join.

His aching cock finally made the decision for him, and he quietly stepped around the tree. On his fourth step closer to the lake, though, Lucas stepped on an enemy mine.

He died instantly, head still swimming with thoughts of fucking foreign lesbians.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday prompt was to write a military fantasy, in honor of Memorial Day. Though mine wasn’t quite micro, I hope you enjoyed it.

Head over to see Ang, The Sweltering Celt, and the rest of the #mfm entries.

My honey is gone. Gone for the WHOLE WEEK!! I miss him terribly and I wish he were here to take care of me, but he’s not, and a girl still has needs. So, though nothing can replace having him inside of me, these toys will have to do.

Be sure to check out the other HNTs over at Osbasso’s blog. HHNT!

In honor of Eddie Izzard, who is amazing and sexy and who I am seeing perform tonight LIVE (WOOOOOO!), I give you… My box. Enjoy!

Make sure you check out the other Half-Nekkid Thursday submissions over at Osbasso’s blog!

We had our first adventures with our Japanese Silk Rope Handcuffs (purple!) the other night. Here’s the best picture from the evening.

Since I have been MIA (yay for vacations back home!) for a couple of weeks, I’m making up for it by giving you not ONE but THREE HNT pics this week! A month or so ago, I had asked for HNT suggestions on Twitter and I got two main responses: shower and nipples. So here are pics incorporating both!  Enjoy!

Happy showering!

Make sure you check out the other hot HNTs over at Osbasso’s blog.

After moving to this new city, Dominique spent every night for 3 weeks driving through the streets, stopping to walk down alleyways, searching for the symbol on a doorway. The symbol and what it represented had been a huge part of her life for years now, and she wasn’t sure how long she could last without it. She knew that every city had one, it was just a matter of tracking down the group that hid itself from all outsiders.

She had been introduced to the symbol four cities ago by her ex-girlfriend. Dom had been just a naive, raw thing then. How much had changed since then…

Dom was losing hope of finding her much-needed fortress, thinking that this may be the ONE city where it didn’t exist, just about to give up her search, when on the 23rd night of searching, she found it. It wasn’t even hidden in an alley, it was just skillfully hidden amongst the letters of a burnt-out neon sign in what looked to be a long-abandoned building.

Dom quickly pulled down the next side street and parked, then stepped out of her car, pulling her long coat tightly around her. She hurried to the backside of the abandoned building where she found the same symbol on the back door. She did THE knock and waited. A minute later, she heard a faint knock back and she knew she had finally found it.

She stripped off her long coat, revealing to the unseen watching eyes that she belonged there. The door swung open and the thick smells of incense and sex poured out and drew her naked form, with the symbol etched into her flesh, through it. Dom was finally home.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday was “Symbols,” brought to us, as always, by the incomparable Sweltering Celt. Go check out the other submissions here!

I took this picture last night, while watching t.v. naked. I realized today that it would make a good #hnt pic since it shows a bit of everything - boobs, legs, tattoo… Hope you agree!

Even through the darkest phase
Be it thick or thin
Always someone marches brave
Here beneath my skin

~K.D. Lang

I miss my love terribly. I miss having him next to me in bed, feeling his hands graze my skin, his lips exploring… I wake up occasionally after dreaming of him, longingly clutching the sheets… I hate this empty bed.

The house I just bought and moved into has an amazing bathtub that I just fell in love with. This is a picture from my first soak. Hope you like it!

As a follow up to last week’s Panda Sundae #HNT, here is your peek at what the result of said sundae was. Mmm… deliciously messy…
#HHNT!!