<?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-5533577350128576053</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:16:18.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewitching Bridget</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16183310813772698917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533577350128576053.post-9155494123516424640</id><published>2007-10-21T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:52:23.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/Rxv245mvcyI/AAAAAAAAABY/7RRKWLvoJGg/s1600-h/305375yukhfqrkgt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/Rxv245mvcyI/AAAAAAAAABY/7RRKWLvoJGg/s320/305375yukhfqrkgt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123960458460492578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky and I had been flirting with each other since we'd both admitted one drunken girls night out we were attracted to women, too. However, we'd never taken it beyond one French kiss and a teasing rub of our breasts together through clothing when we hugged in greeting each time we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was over her house helping her paint her kitchen that day. The weather was warm, and we were both dressed in her boyfriend's long T-shirts and nothing much more. I was standing on a ladder peeling off paint tape from her ceiling and daydreaming of a beer and a shower when I felt a hand move up my thigh. More teasing, I thought. I looked down to see her peering up my shirt quizzically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm too embarrassed," she replied but didn't stop looking. I moved my hot thighs apart a little, pretending to be balancing better on the ladder. I always loved the thought of someone looking at my womanhood. When I saw her eyes grow a little bigger, I knew it was because the wetness at the crotch of my panties was apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, Becky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was wondering what you look like down there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Technically, you're down there and it's up here. Right above your head. So look." I smiled down at her and spread my legs farther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your panties are in the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Move them over."  I placed a foot on the counter and was now spread open.  She swallowed - hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?  You don't mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll mind if you don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached up and ran a finger under the elastic. I felt my panties move over my pussy slowly, and as I continued to look at her, she licked her lips, hypnotized. "It's beautiful, nothing like I've ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and thought about what she said.  "Wait a minute. You mean you've never looked at one before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky shook her head.  "No.  Not even my own.  Can I touch it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can do whatever you want." I didn't want to force her to feel uncomfortable. I remembered the first time I touched another woman and how gentle and patient she was with me. Taking it slow was the rule, or I knew Becky would get skittish. It had to be by her rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, she reached up and ran a finger over my clit.  I shuddered in desire but tried to contain my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're so wet." Becky seemed amazed and ran her finger over and over my pussy as she watched it getting wetter and wetter. I knew because I could feel it almost dripping down my thighs. I longed to grind it into her hand, but I held back. I was still balanced about five feet above the ground, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do what you want, Becks." I pressed my hands into the cupboard and ceiling as I felt her finger move from front to back, back to front and then back again before tentatively pushing the tip into my cunt. I closed my eyes, and she pushed in a little more. Her other hand started stroking my lips apart, her thumb on my clit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I touch myself.  I know what to do, Lisa, but I don't know what you like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're doing fine.  Just do what you want.  Whatever you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands were stroking me with more passion. As I moaned, she got more experimental and started moving her finger in and out of me faster and faster before pushing another finger inside me. Her other hand moved in exquisite circles around my pussy lips and clit, now hard and swollen with my desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what else to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take much more without coming, but again, I didn't want her to do anything she didn't want to do. Yet, she asked, so I told her she could play around my anus if she wanted. Her pinky moved over and shyly entered just its tip inside me. I was panting now as she finger fucked my cunt and now my ass. I could feel my orgasm building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Becks, I'm going to come." I had to strain to make the words come out slowly and without screaming. Without saying a word, she moved her hands faster. I spread my legs farther, and she gasped as she watched herself pleasuring me. I was certain she had no plans on this happening, but I was glad she'd decided to try it. I bent my knees a bit to press myself down on her hands, and it was just enough to make her stand on tiptoes and touch her tongue to my clit. I let out another groan. Her tongue was hot, and at the sound of my moaning, she flicked her tongue over and over as I came in exquisite spasms on her hands. She licked my pussy, her pinky still in my ass, her fingers still in my cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at her again as she looked up at me and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing down off the ladder, her fingers still inside me, I reached for her breast.  "Your turn, little one."  And she sighed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533577350128576053-9155494123516424640?l=bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/feeds/9155494123516424640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533577350128576053&amp;postID=9155494123516424640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/9155494123516424640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/9155494123516424640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/2007/10/becky-and-i.html' title='Becky and I'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16183310813772698917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/Rxv245mvcyI/AAAAAAAAABY/7RRKWLvoJGg/s72-c/305375yukhfqrkgt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533577350128576053.post-2467186761251276368</id><published>2007-10-03T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:54:46.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was 11 at night and my boyfriend lost his keys so he  had to crash at my place. We ended up drinking too much and getting a bit too  drunk. I tore my shirt off and undid my bra while he caressed my large breasts,  making my nipples go really hard. He began to suck and lick my breasts and I was  getting really wet. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;   I took off my skirt and I let my boy take off my panties.  He began to finger me and letting his fingers touch me everywhere. Eventually he  let three of his fingers slip gently into my vagina. He took them out slightly  before ramming them back in, giving me the BEST orgasm! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;   Then he stripped and I gave him a blow job. I felt his cum  squirting into my mouth and I swallowed it and moaned for more. We ended up  having hardcore sex and I came five times! He kept caressing my whole body,  especially my genitals and we spent the whole night fucking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533577350128576053-2467186761251276368?l=bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/feeds/2467186761251276368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533577350128576053&amp;postID=2467186761251276368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/2467186761251276368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/2467186761251276368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/2007/10/drunk.html' title='Drunk'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16183310813772698917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533577350128576053.post-7347572608736916210</id><published>2007-09-11T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:52:23.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow you hot load in me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/RuagCMxPONI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Qkz6wOw2LC8/s1600-h/2marvel_at_herself_9430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/RuagCMxPONI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Qkz6wOw2LC8/s320/2marvel_at_herself_9430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108946786946332882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so far I'm loving all of my calls so much!  You have been so much fun to talk to and getting you off is just icing on the sweet, cream filled cupcake! I am looking forward to more and more steamy, cum filled conversations with you. I bought some very sexy lingerie this week and I would love to wear it for you!  Wouldn't you like to call and hear how I'm going to make your cock swell and explode as I touch my ripe, wet little pussy through my new see through panties? I love making your big cock bulge with my sexy voice. Getting you off is what I look forward to!  I would love a call for m you right now. Let me be the kinky, yet smart girl, with no limits that you ave always dreamed about!  Prepare to want more after you have blown your load with me! &lt;a href="http://www.naughtygirlsphonesex.com/Operators/Bridget.htm"&gt;Drop me a vote please. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533577350128576053-7347572608736916210?l=bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/feeds/7347572608736916210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533577350128576053&amp;postID=7347572608736916210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/7347572608736916210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/7347572608736916210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/2007/09/blow-you-hot-load-in-me.html' title='Blow you hot load in me!!'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16183310813772698917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/RuagCMxPONI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Qkz6wOw2LC8/s72-c/2marvel_at_herself_9430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533577350128576053.post-6782223340967293935</id><published>2007-09-03T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:52:23.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nude resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/Rtz6vMxPOMI/AAAAAAAAABI/uTqC3w7dEPk/s1600-h/strawberrybite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/Rtz6vMxPOMI/AAAAAAAAABI/uTqC3w7dEPk/s320/strawberrybite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106231766319839426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; My boyfriend and I decided to try a nude resort this summer. We went to a place called the 4 Seasons. It was a hot day and as we walked in there were a lot of people there. I saw an older guy watching me. I have a real hot body and I was getting turned on because I knew he wanted me. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I swam in the pool and did a handstand to show myself. He gave me a casual smile as I walked out of the pool and past him. I think he had to cover himself because his cock was getting hard. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    My boyfriend and I went into the sauna. He first went to the  washroom and I had a chat with the guy. He asked if I was there for the week and when he found out I  was there for the day he decided to ask if I wanted to meet him the following day to suntan in the back  field. I had never been with an older man before and wondered what the invite might lead to.  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; The next day I went back and we met again at the pool. After a swim together and some casual conversation, he asked if I wanted to go for a walk. There I was. Nothing on and walking with someone I did not know. It got me so horny and I could feel the sexual feeling between us. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; We got to a field and he started to gently caress my shoulders and chest. One thing led to another and he ended up taking me doggy style right there in the open field. Pounding my shaved cooch. God, I came like I never had before. I found out that he is a firefighter and I want to meet up with him again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533577350128576053-6782223340967293935?l=bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/feeds/6782223340967293935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533577350128576053&amp;postID=6782223340967293935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/6782223340967293935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/6782223340967293935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/2007/09/nude-resort.html' title='nude resort'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16183310813772698917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/Rtz6vMxPOMI/AAAAAAAAABI/uTqC3w7dEPk/s72-c/strawberrybite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533577350128576053.post-3412540534760558468</id><published>2007-08-26T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:52:24.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/RtJvCsxPOLI/AAAAAAAAABA/lpbQgP7ME7w/s1600-h/15965.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/RtJvCsxPOLI/AAAAAAAAABA/lpbQgP7ME7w/s320/15965.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103263419932293298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was at a college party and began drinking a little too much. Pretty soon, I was  really drunk and out of cigarettes. I spotted a really tall, really hot guy  smoking a butt, so I went up and asked for one. He said (in a joking tone),  "Only if you give me a blowjob." I was pretty drunk, so I said, "Yeah, I'll give  you a blowjob. Where's your car?" He looked surprised, but he led me to his van.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We climbed in the back seat and he took out his huge dick. As  soon as I saw it, I couldn't wait to get my mouth on it. I started stroking his  balls as I took his cock into my mouth and started flicking my tongue all over  the head. Then he started shoving down on my head so I had no choice but to  deep-throat his hard, throbbing penis. Things started to get really intense and  before I knew it, he had flipped me over, pushed my skirt up, and started eating  me out. I've never been eaten out like that before! When he thrust his tongue  into my sopping wet pussy, all I could think was that I needed his dick inside  me right then. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told him to put his dick inside of me now and fuck me as  hard as he could. He plowed me so hard that I thought I wouldn't be able to  walk. He sunk himself in and out of my pussy harder than anyone had before.  Suddenly, there was a knock on the window. His two roommates had come to the car  looking for him because they were ready to go home. He told them to get in, and  they jumped at the chance. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know he said something to them about "This slut will  probably let you guys have a turn." (I can't remember exactly because I was  still really drunk). I said something about "the more the merrier." Before I  knew it, I was in doggie style position and one of the roommates was pumping his  cock into my pussy and the other was thrusting his dick into my mouth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the next hour, I got fucked by all three guys. I remember  that they all kept calling me a slut, and I loved it. After an hour (and  everyone had cum all over my face and body), we all got dressed. Then, the first  guy gave me 3 cigarettes and $20 and told me to get the fuck out of his car. He  practically shoved me out of the car. I was left there feeling like a complete  whore, but I had cigarettes and a sore pussy to show for my adventure. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533577350128576053-3412540534760558468?l=bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/feeds/3412540534760558468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533577350128576053&amp;postID=3412540534760558468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/3412540534760558468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/3412540534760558468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/2007/08/van.html' title='The Van'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16183310813772698917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/RtJvCsxPOLI/AAAAAAAAABA/lpbQgP7ME7w/s72-c/15965.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533577350128576053.post-4314249099016100043</id><published>2007-08-24T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:52:24.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/Rs_RXMxPOKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TbhQBtAV7n8/s1600-h/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/Rs_RXMxPOKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TbhQBtAV7n8/s320/018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102527099329001634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I ran into one of my old teachers today. He said he couldn't believe how I'm all grown up! He remarked that I had always been one of his favorite students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I was in his English class, I was such a little tease. I remember how he would get all red in the face whenever I would catch him standing behind me looking over my shoulder and down my blouse! Or how flustered he would get and start stuttering when I would sit on the front row and spread my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My friends and I would do things just to tease him near the end of the class period just so he'd forget to give us any homework. Worked every time! *giggle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was so tempted today to rub up against him or something just to see if he would still get embarrassed. Do you think he would have?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why don't you call me and let's see what kind of effect I can have on you?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533577350128576053-4314249099016100043?l=bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/feeds/4314249099016100043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533577350128576053&amp;postID=4314249099016100043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/4314249099016100043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/4314249099016100043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/2007/08/teacher.html' title='Teacher'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16183310813772698917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/Rs_RXMxPOKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TbhQBtAV7n8/s72-c/018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533577350128576053.post-8566163306327224017</id><published>2007-08-22T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:52:24.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/RsyG1cxPOII/AAAAAAAAAAk/exG6zzPsKSY/s1600-h/Img1323_KREA_126_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/RsyG1cxPOII/AAAAAAAAAAk/exG6zzPsKSY/s320/Img1323_KREA_126_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101600730717829250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love going through my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; looking at all my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;sexy clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Hmmmm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?  Nawwwww how about this sexy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;black leather miniskirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;corset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;in black and red?  I think that’s the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;outfit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;that will turn a few heads.  And heads will turn once I put on some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;fishnet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;stockings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;garters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Then top it all off with some nice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;cum-fuck-me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;b style=""&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Thigh Highs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;)&lt;/b&gt; Damnnnnn that looks fine!  Now to tease my hair a little and add some makeup for the perfect effect!  And don’t forget to add some blush in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;cleavage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a little on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;nipples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;….mmmmmm hot hot hot! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m going to be turning some heads tonight!  Want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in action?  Of course you do!  I know you love to watch and that’s exactly what’s going to happen.  You will watch me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with all kinds of men. Are you going to watch their reaction to me and my reaction to them?  Can you guess who I’m bringing home to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? :)  Guess you’ll have to wait to see!&lt;/p&gt;Call me for great phone sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget 877-875-6492 &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533577350128576053-8566163306327224017?l=bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/feeds/8566163306327224017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533577350128576053&amp;postID=8566163306327224017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/8566163306327224017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533577350128576053/posts/default/8566163306327224017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchingbridget.blogspot.com/2007/08/going-out.html' title='Going out'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16183310813772698917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTEtmKHwlzU/RsyG1cxPOII/AAAAAAAAAAk/exG6zzPsKSY/s72-c/Img1323_KREA_126_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
