What I am Thankful For

It’s that time of the year when we start to count our blessings and reflect on what we are thankful for. Here are my top 3 blessings Kink Style:

1. I am thankful for my mind.
The greatest gift ever given to me is my over active imagination. My mind is powerful; my mind is deviant; my mind is nasty. N-A-S-T-Y. It provides entertainment, feeds my emotions and offers comfort on sleepless nights. I can uncover a sexual angle in any and every situation even something seemingly benign like watching Animal Planet last. My wanton mind is never still, it never allows my sexual desires to rest.

2. I am thankful for my towel.
Have I ever mentioned that I have a wet oushy gushy chyna? She runs like a nose on a cold winter day. Glide a finger along her creases and out she blows i.e. my need for lots of linen. Changing my sheets every round is getting lame.

3. I am thankful for my rubber finger.
I have never been one for toys. I figured if your hand and mouth couldn’t do the job why we fuckin’? One afternoon my partner and I took a stroll to our local sex shop. On our way out I spotted the rubber-vibrating finger. The packaging was cheat and the finger looked flimsy but she’s paying so I was playing. One session with this toy and I was a true believer in any and all “extras.” This sucker had me climbing the walls and begging for more. In one weekend we burned the poor thing out and went back for two more.

What are you thankful for?

TMI Tuesday #212

Today we are celebrating Between My Sheets Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2009 by stealing some ideas from the top sex blooger, Coquitten 100th post.


1. I lost my virginity in 8th grade. We skipped school and went to his house. My first time was on top! Where and when did you lose yours?

2. I think my lips are my best sexual feature. What is yours?

3. A recurring theme in my fantasies is being worked over by two men. Do you have a recurring fantasy or a theme to your fantasies?

4. I LOVE watching a man stroking his cock. Do you enjoy watching others (a partner or a stranger) masturbate?

5. I hate when guys are quiet in bed. I like to hear you moaning and nasty, dirty talk the whole time. Do you like you partners quiet? Are you quiet?

6. My nipples are hot and cold. Some days nipple play can bring me over the edge, others, I'm not into it. Do you having your nipples played with?

7. My ‘number’ is classified information. Care to share yours?

Happy TMI Tuesday!

The Kink is Dead?

I imagine that those of you who read this blog regularly are wondering what on earth is going on. Weeks have passed and there has been nothing but silence with not even an HNT or TMI Tuesday to break up the monotony.

The women of Kink have been gagged by the brutal intensity of life. To the readers who have emailed and tweeted urging us to return - we have missed you too.

Fear not. Our hiatus is not permanent, and we will be returning this week from our far too long absence.

Long live the KINK!!!!!

Got This Bitch Twisted

I encountered Mr. Pretty Brown Eyes during my first year in college. This man had it all; he was a Que, his swag was tough, and he had hazel eyes. His smile was wicked and nice: causing spontaneous eruptions for many of the women who crossed his path. I heard around the way that his dick credentials were fly…he possessed width and length along with several tricks of the tongue. Of course, this bitch was not too eager to succumb to his playful ways. Why be one of many in his stable? Yet one of my home girls said that the boy was tasty and I had to have his “juice”.

During homecoming, we connected….. First, I never had to use my hands for anything. Mr. Pretty Brown Eyes used his tongue, teeth, and mouth to remove all of my clothing. Shit….I had chills from his breath heating the back of my knees...the curve of my ass...the dip of my back. Ohhhhhhhh lawd! As I bent back and spread my legs to receive his “Mr. Peter”, he told me “No”. (Yeah, this dude had a name for his dick). Instead, he knelt down and blew ever so softly on my lips. He kissed my lips. He told me that I would never find another who could kiss those lips like him. He French kissed and licked my lips and eventually spoke every letter of the alphabet with his tongue on my clit. Oh….this bitch almost choked on his pleasures. Once he rose to enter my wet walls, he told me to kiss myself. Ahh..shit, this brother talked like the HNIC. That night was only the beginning of a regular fuck-a-ffair. Despite his smooth moves, I always managed to take the helm. I talked shit and backed it up. I also kept dude guessing on my limits. I was new in town. I did not want to share all my tricks to the first guy who matched my sexual aptitude, but dude had me wondering what tricks he had up his sleeve. Well, this bitch would find out soon enough.

During spring, my college and his college had several events to mark a good basketball season, fly fashion, and of course good partying. We decided to link up after the spring fashion show. I wore my freakum’ clothes and had on my fuck em’ boots. My toes were suckling good and my body was bootylicious. When we connected, we continued to maintain our perfect rhythm. When I bent over to receive Mr. Peter, he grabbed my hair and told me to “get up”. As I licked and sucked Mr. Peter, he moaned in tones I never knew existed for a Que dog. When I rode Mr. Peter, I explored new positions, angles, and rhythms. I made an Olympic Gymnast jealous with all of my flexibility. In fact, Mr. Pretty Brown Eyes shed a tear as a result of the pleasure I caused. When we moved into round 5, I laid down on his dorm bed. I spread my legs into a wide “V” and raised my hips to receive him once again. I used my fingers to trace the gentle scar on his abs leading to Mr. Peter. When I felt my walls begin to shake, he would slow down and talk nasty. He asked me if I was his porn star, his freak bitch. Of course, I said yes, but next he asked me to prove my freakiness. Of course, I said, “Whatever you like”. I took his statements as nasty talk; nothing serious. Mr. Pretty Brown Eyes proceeded to pick up his cordless phone; dial a number, and talk to his homeboy about his “freak bitch”, and when I began to erupt…he placed the phone near my face. When I moaned, purred, and screamed, he smiled and told his homie, “Yeah that’s my freak bitch”. Of course, I was surprised, curious, and well...turned on. I'd just become an amateur phone sex operator, his personal porn star. Mr. Pretty Brown Eyes literally got this bitch all twisted.

Had I become a porn star? Was I a “crazy bitch” for succumbing to his games?

P.S. Mr. Pretty Brown Eyes-I am still quaking!

A penis saved is a penis earned

Old habits die hard....they really do. I realize that I need to avoid boredom at all costs. Boredom for me spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E. This is probably why as I sit here at my desk thanking God it's Friday and twiddling my thumbs, I find myself EIGHT steps past flirting with my Ex.--THE EX. I'm not quite sure how it began. Probably something like a normal "Hey what's up? Just checkin on you". That has now escalated to a request for first "PG-13" then "R" and now "XXX"rated pictures of the one and only...SIGH. This can only lead to trouble on top of trouble..or perhaps underneath trouble...or backin' up to trouble. Either way, this can't be good...I decided to sit on Sheba's virtual couch.

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Haute: Please make me stop sending pictures of myself to THE EX at his request.

*I don't know if I really want her to stop me or tell me this madness is ok. She knows the EX, has heard the rumors, has friends who can probably testify, having had a back breaking tryst or two of their own. Its been over 7 years since the last time he made use of his All Access pass. I'm wondering how far I can take this...

Sheba: You dirty slut! Skank ho slut ;-) lmfao

*OK...she didn't say BAD GIRL though...back to sending I go.

Sheba: What pictures might I ask? Do I want to know?

Haute: A bunch of ass shots so far. He said he wanted some titty and wet pussy shots too. I said he had to upgrade his membership for that. I told him I'd put him on a sliding scale for payment. He said sliding or slide-in?!! He's such a fucking tease!

*Even though we haven't done the dirty since '02 I've seen his chocolaty fine sexy ass on numerous occasions since then. I've hung out with his girlfriend and imagined if she's really puttin those 9+ inches of pure bliss to good use. Doubt it.

Sheba: Yeah he is. Tell him don't write a check his dick can't cash.

Haute: Rightttt

Haute: He's saying he thinks he should have a lifetime membership. I told him he's seen my ass since '93, doesn't get anymore lifetime than that.

Sheba: I mean, are you cashing checks?

*I sureeee do want to be

Haute: No but damn he's an elite bank member. High revenue. Lmaoo

Sheba: Lmfao

Haute: Lolol. He must understand I'm not playing games with his ass. He's really asked me for a pic everyday this week.

Sheba: Lmaooo Does he have credit cards?

*Abso-fucking-lutely! Been filling up with membership reward points since 1993

Haute: He's an impulsive shopper ill assume so. He says he's not sure what he can afford sometimes he sees somethin he really likes and goes for it and figures out the rest later

Dick advisor emeritus Pink, joins the conversation...

Pink: You trained that dick, taught it everything it knows, saved it, built it up to the cockstrong annuity that it is. You took that dick from a penny and made it a hedge fund!

Haute: Lmao...indeed the fuck I did! And the Bank still has his fucking name on it.
Sheba: You deserve at the very least an annual return on your investment. I'm just wondering if he can't afford to put your ass on credit.

Pink: You need to consolidate all your funds, transfer them as quickly as possible to an offshore (off the fucking shore) account and get your groove back.

Sheba: When is the last time you had some from him? Maybe it's not as perfect as it used to be? Maybe?

*What in the world would make it not as good as it used to be?! I'd blame the girlfriend for ruining him. Talk about devastation. Damn I get wet just thinking about the shit.

Haute: Dangg '02! Who knowssss. I would be sooooo disappointed if it wasn't though.

Sheba: Yesss. Lmao

Sheba & Pink: Basically we're your loan officers. We're trying to convince you to be cautious.

1. you could find out after the fact or during that the price of gold has indeed declined or
2. you could end up with a high interest loan that you can't possibly maintain

Haute: True indeed. Definitely need to do risk assessment on this one. Haven't diversified the portfolio in a minute.

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The saga continues...in 24 hours ill find myself once again in the same city as him and I plan to tease the shit out of him....I'm a greedy bitch. Let's see if he really wants my Goodies cause dammit if he does it's ON!

HNT: Son of a Bitch!

Sometimes you just have one of those days. The type of day when nothing seems to go quite right? The type of day when you wake up late, finally get behind the wheel only to notice the gas on empty? A day when driving can only occur in bumper to bumper traffic, when everything, and I mean EVERY-FUCKING-THING is the source of argument? Well my day started out this way circa 8:00am, by 12:00pm I was ready to commit fratricide. I finally made it home after a and settled down for a bit of tonic - the double old fashioned variety.

Ingredients:
Triple Shot of Patron
Lime-Juice
Splash of Pallini Peachello


I added the umbrella and lemon wedge for a bit of flair. It's Thursday night, I deserve a bit of sunshine at the end of this bitch day. Care to join me?

Happy late HNT! Visit Osbasso and see who else is playing!