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Friday, November 13, 2009

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?

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

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!

Sunday, November 8, 2009

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!!!!!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

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!

Friday, October 9, 2009

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.


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.


The saga 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!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

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.

Triple Shot of Patron
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!


Monday, October 5, 2009

I got 99 problems...

I swear, I’ve considered slashing tires and throwing large objects through windshields at least twice in the last couple of months. One individual’s bitchassness has annihilated my whole life’s quota of patience for bullshittery.

My ‘best friend’ turned out to be the biggest bitch I've known thus far. For almost six years I entertained our half assed, long-distance romantic involvement and considering I haven’t even seen a quarter century yet that’s a whole lot of my lifetime to be pissin' on asshole! We spent the majority of that time in an open arrangement where we both saw other people and I felt surprisingly comfortable in it. We spent time with each other as much as we possibly could given the 3000 miles between us and our communication was solid. Not even three days had gone by in all of those years without my talking to him. And, it worked because above all I was truly, madly, deeply, stupidly in love. Not one of the men I saw could disrupt that.

Six years of history, and as soon as I requested a bit of security, he sidelined me with a truckload of nonsense. Fuck you, dawg. Over the span of eighteen months he toyed with my emotions, bulldozing my heart and building insecurities in his aftermath. At the beginning, helping to forge plans where we could live and be closer to one another and in the end tragically abandoning me at one of the most trying times of my life. Our relationship has ended. All I get is indifference from him. Meanwhile, I feel a deep sense of betrayal, resentfulness, and anger. I should take up boxing or mixed martial arts or something because the way I feel, I could do his property some serious harm!

The first time I propositioned him with commitment he asked for time to test the waters and date around. He cried about how he loved me so much but that he hadn't truly dated much outside of us for all of those years despite our 'open' status and I believed him. He began dating Jumpoff #1 right away. I mean, he could have set a Guinness record. And this dude had the audacity to let his hoe put up Facebook pictures and such. Wow. Now my friends want to know what's going on, who chick is, what happened to us, etc. Okay, bitch you're putting our business in the streets this recklessly? Jumpoff #1 messaged me once asking ridiculous questions about my intentions with him. Are you serious? Meanwhile my bitch and I were still talking almost every day, he visited me and I visited him. We chilled, were intimate and still had great times together so I felt comfortable with Jumpoff #1's unimportance. They inevitably broke it off and he played around with Jumpoff #1.5 who is a blip in drama-filled history so we'll skip to the next one. Unbeknown to me, he soon got into something else with another hoe, Jumpoff #2 who had the audacity to call me once at 4am in the morning, notifying me that she had been dating him for a month, had sex with him and warning me that I ought to stop calling and give him space to be with her. It was an immature move. Dude, handle your pussy ... i mean posse. They stay getting out of line. Looking back I must admit that I appreciate her hoe antics, because she'd exposed something I had no idea about.

After the break up with #2, he claimed to want to take things slowly and make things work with me but I would soon learn of #3, who'd somehow earn her foundation during that last failed attempt and was waiting in the woodworks ... a good friend of #1 mind you. Did I not say these hoes roll in packs? I don't even have the energy to describe the nonsense that ensued except he did a good job of belittling me to a depressed pulp then abandoning me completely when I was at my loneliest. He entertained romantic, nostalgic dinners and sex every now and then but afterwards did not call for days, weeks even and was usually completely unreachable. Then something happened. I discovered that a woman's body has an innate mechanism that works magnificently. In time every thing I loved about him ... his voice ... the softness of his hands, the roughness of the stubble on his face against mine began to make my skin crawl. Similarly, the things i'd never liked ... things like his horrendous snoring began to make his company intolerable. The idea of him in my bed and worse ... inside my body made my stomach sick.

Mr. Rebound #1 and Mr. Rebound #2 failed. Dating again wasn't quite the remedy I had hoped. In fact it didn't work at all. At times I ponder the bitch's situation, thinking about him laid up with new girl sweetly, tightly, contently at night while I continue to sift through a million issues. I have too many fears, little inclination to trust anyone and a hypomania that makes me want to fuck with every dude ... sexually ... and emotionally ... remaining the one chased and in control. It confers a short-lived miracle on my ego to be the vixen though I'm not heartless ... I can't be. I know I'm just an amateur. I'm learning a lot about myself ... what I want, like, need.

Applaud my bitch. Really, give his ass a pat on the back and a standing ovation. Despite those hardest of times, I haven't ever been this strong. Ever. In the midst of this recent revelation ... I've smiled more, laughed harder, thrown away inhibitions, leaped into old-new projects, danced the night away in jeans that hadn't fit comfortably in months.

Who's your bitch?

Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Audacity of Hoes

I've mentioned previously on this forum that my partner (H) and I are polyamorous. Typically how that works for us is that at any given time one or both of us will have a girlfriend, additionally we may date/play with women outside of that either in tandem or separate. Our "rules" require that we both approve candidates for secondary relationships and that at any point and for any reason (valid or otherwise) we have the right to veto. I've got to say that I am considerably less picky/more generous than my partner when it comes to seconds, and this tragic mistake became glaringly problematic when I had to fire his last girlfriend.

You can ask any woman of Kink: I'm not a friendly bitch. I'm not one of those women with a coop of female friends, gabbing and clucking at every turn. There is a short and very select list of women upon whom I bestow the title friend, and that is a title they worked very hard to earn. I don't keep acquaintances either. Why bother? At first meet, when I didn't quite take to my partner's prospective chick (subsequently referred to as sloppy seconds) I didn't think much of it. It may simply have been that her personality and mine did not mesh. She wasn't my kind of bitch. I'm sure you've met her kind at one point or another. You know - the type of bitch who is always putting on a show. A pompous bitch - nose in the air, always needing to show you why her shit is tight. I HATE that fuckery. But again, like I said, I'm not really friendly. I thought about it, and considered that aside from the occasional party for three I wouldn't be fucking her, no harm no foul, right? So I tried, I TRIED to keep an open mind. My mind remained open even after she wore a floor length dress and Nefertiti style hairpiece to the strip club on a Wednesday night. Open after she let my girlfriend's best friend and fellow stripper grind her against the wall in a club for hours and then pronounced she wasn't really into girls. Open still, following the night she spent chatting up another male when we took her to the swingers club for some public play. I was tryin. And she was tryin my last nerve.

Fast forward nine months from our introduction, yes, NINE months, to the night when sloppy seconds put the final straw on the camel's back. We're out and about at a low key music spot on South Beach vibing. H goes to the bar to grab drinks and we're alone. She initiates a conversation about the weirdness of our "arrangement". I ask her if she's dating. She mentions that she isn't. I start explaining to her why she should, if a less alternative more conventional relationship was one of her long term goals. Then sloppy seconds turns, looks directly at me and asks me "If you told H not to date me anymore do you know what he would say?". HUH? I said, just as directly, "Yes." She says "Are you sure?". I was so blown. Bitch are you crazy?

BITCH! Am I sure? Am I what? Yes bitch I am certain - You are second bitch. Are you serious? Have you lost your big tittied mind? That was the last time she saw his ass. Silly silly bitch! Bitch I don't like you and you are around by the grace of my generousity. But now that you have the balls to ask me about the strength of your place in our relationship. MY relationship, and imply some degree of weakness on my end...

Bitch you're FIRED! Kill yourself!

Have you ever met a ho with such audacity?

Friday, October 2, 2009

Get Your Bitch!

First off, let me start this entry by saying that I don't normally make it a practice to indulge in bullshit, but the bullshit on top of bullshit I'm about to unfold on ya'll right now is so asinine, it's noteworthy. So, to the guy featured here and all dudes like him who can't keep their game on lock, "Get Your Bitch, Homie," for she know not who she fucketh with.

You all may remember reading a few of my entries about a rendezvous or two with a dude who fucks on film. Now, as I said, a rendezvous or two, me and this dude fucked, end of story. He lives in a different city and fucks on film, the likeliness of me having a desire to do anything more than just fuck him once or twice was null. Furthermore, he had a girlfriend. I remember once asking him how she felt about his goingson and he talked around it, I didn't give a shit. She was his girl, not mine. If he didn't respect her, why should I? Case closed.

So we did our thing. It was a wrap. As a matter of fact, after the last time we kicked it, I made it up in my mind, I'd had enough of fucking Dude. Gone. Out of my mind. Until...this chick surfaced out of nowhere. I get a text message at like 8 in the damn morning from Dude's phone, "I don't know what Dude told you, but we are not in an open relationship. I am pregnant with his child and you [k]new so leave him alone or his child will be a bastard and you can have him."

BRAAAA-HA-HAAAAA!!!!! WTF?!? Hilarious. I almost ran off the fucking road.

"I don't know what Dude told you, but we are not in an open relationship."

Okay, she acknowledged in her opening statement that her dude could have possible told me they were in an open relationship. Which means, I may have fucked him thinking she was cool with it. Which, considering the fact that he works in porn professionally, is not a strange assumption. Furthermore, if they aren't in an open relationship and he lied then that's on him. Shit, he lied to me too. Why she felt the need to text me at 8 a.m. is beyond me. Wake your man up, clearly ya'll need to talk. But he works in porn, Ma, you're playing yourself.

So, I look at the text, perplexed by the sheer absurdity of it all. I had to call someone. Sheba's up. I rang her and told her the bullshittery. We figured that since my number was in his phone under PinkVixxxen, in order for her to put two-and-two together, she must have read the blog. He had posted links on his Twitter page when I wrote them, and if BabyMomma, P.I. was snooping in his phone, surely, she checked all his tweets. (Let me mention, how odd I thought it was for him to tweet the links, seeing as how I try to help my Subjects remain anonymous with nicknames, but he posted them, so people who knew him, knew he fucked Pink...Stupid) I said to Sheba, "If she read the blog, surely, she commented on the posts featuring him." I was driving, so I asked Sheba to check, and just as sure as I'm a pimp, the jilted BabyMomma, P.I. had commented. Here and here. I could give a fuck about her man, and I hope my not responding to her ass let her know that I don't want go that route. And the funny thing is, the comments were posted almost a month before I received the text message, so that means this drama had been going on a minute. Nevertheless, I'm not getting into a back and forth with her. She's pissed, and unfortunately, directing her attention to the wrong person.

See, now this is where people stop being polite...and start getting real! I'm pissed that I have this shit in my universe right now. I mean, I let this Dude stay in my house, and he let his broad come at me like that? Shit. I couldn't get a heads up? Nah, he let BabyMomma, P.I. handle his dirty work. That shit ain't kosher. Which is why I'm blasting them both. Next time you fuck up, follow the rules, Chief!

Rule 1: Dude, "Get Your Bitch!" Keep your bullshit in-house. There is no reason EVER, why a bitch like Pink should be getting text messages, blog comments or any communications from some woman who caught her guy out there. None. I don't know you, you don't wanna know me. Handle that shit amongst yourselves. And you get an "F", for unsuccessfuly trying to make your girl think a porn dude could be faithful.

Rule 2: If your man works in the sex, music or sports industry, you're a fool to think he ain't fuckin around. And if he does fuck around, you're a fool to think the woman he fucked knows/gives a fuck about you.

Rule 3: If you're going to cheat on your woman, you need to keep it ONEHUNDRED with the chick you fuckin on the side. It's not cool to leave a bitch to get blindsided when your girl is in investigation mode and starts blowing up the spot. If you have already failed to secure your game, it's only a common courtesy to call the other chick and let her know some shit may be about to go down. Not cool, chief.

Rule 4: Try to keep your face and your dick/'gina in separate places on the internet. Don't fuck where you Tweet. (A rule I should have heeded)

Rule 5: If you don't have your shit together, don't fuck with Pink.

Ever had some other couple's drama blow up in your face? Tell us about your "Get Your Bitch" moment.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

HNT: Show Me What You're Working With

"Hey," I answered.
"What'd you do today?" he asked.
"Bought new panties."
"Can I see?"

You'd think a Kink blogger who has celebrated herself through HNT twice would easily send suggestive photos to her lover but in actuality, I'm a bit prudish about that sort of thing. I remain mostly anonymous on the blog and I like it. Feeling friskier, I thought I'd just go for it.

I mean, how cute are these little things?

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


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

TMI Tuesday #205

1. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?
Good question - can't quite narrow it down but let's say most. Music today is crappy.

2. You seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy crap, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?
Massage here I come. Spa week is almost here in NY and I could get two sessions. Or, the mister and I could to Korea-town and purchase happy-endings. :-)

3. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?
Presuming, I wouldn't have to deal with the negative aspects of being black, I'd go back to the 60's and enjoy free love. (Image by Robert Altman, The Sixties)

4. What is your favorite curse word?
5. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice?
Male = Morris Chestnut. Female = Sanaa Lathan.

Bonus (as in optional):You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be?
Ability to read minds, intentions and the future.

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Anything you want to share that's not any of our damn business?

Monday, September 21, 2009

"That Bitch is Crazy" - Crazy Bitch Month on Kink

Pink and I have decided that October is "Crazy Bitch Month" on Kink.

We are seeking submissions from all the women of Kink and any guest bloggers who might be interested!

She may be your bitch. She may be your man's bitch. Shit, it could be
you that's a bitch, but every body has a crazy bitch in their life.

Calling all stories of crazy assed bitches past or present. Everyone
has a story that ends with 'i told you that bitch was crazy'.

Featured stories will include: 'Get Your Bitch' and 'The Audacity of Hoes'

We're putting all the Women of Kink on notice so start drafting yours ;-)

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Rush Hour

It was 7:15am and like every other morning she rushed down the crowded station steps toward the platform where she would await her train to work. The jacket of her business suit flattered every curve. She moved in and out of the crowd in her 3.5 inch stilettos as if they were Cross Trainers. A pro at this, she'd been making this commute every morning for the past 3 years, ever since she'd been hired as an Executive Assistant at the record label. This was her routine and even though some people would get frustrated with the monotony of it all, it never seemed to get old to her.

She positioned herself on the platform in the precise spot where the door would open directly in front of her and started to go over her schedule for the day in her head. She knew it was going to be a long day, with back to back meetings and then a PR event to attend in the evening. She was making mental notes, wanting to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything at home, when she saw the headlights of the train coming toward her. As the crowd started to move in closer to the yellow line she patiently waited for the train to stop and then then when it did--right where she knew it would--she stepped on. It seemed every single person around her was moving - rushed and frantic. She hated starting her day that way because once she got to work all opportunity for peace of mind was out the window. It was much easier to start the day in the same way that she hoped to end it. So while everyone else hustled she sashayed onto the train as if a red carpet was under her feet.

The doors began to close, a hundred people filling the hot train car. It seemed more crowded than usual this morning. People were packed shoulder to shoulder. Even though she got on first, she held on to the pole closest to the door so that she could be one of the first to exit when she reached her stop about 15 minutes later. Just as the door was about to shut all the way an arm reached in to hold it open and he got on.

He must have been running late this morning because he was usually waiting near her when the train stopped to pick them up. He was tall, dark, and way past handsome. He had hazel brown eyes and his salt and pepper hair was always lined up perfectly. She guessed he must have be in his mid 40's. They'd never spoken but the conversations they had between each other with their eyes spoke volumes. He looked at her as soon as he stepped on the train. People shifted inch by inch to try to fit him in and once the door was closed and the train was pulling off, he managed to position himself between her and an elderly woman who'd been left to stand while a group of teenagers occupied the seats across the aisle. The train left and more people got on at the first stop than got off. Before they reached the 3rd stop she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. He was easily 3 inches taller than her, but with her 4 inch Prada heels they were nearly cheek to cheek. The train was too packed for her to turn to reposition herself so she just stood still and waited. Stop number 6. She could feel his knee graze the back of her left leg every time the train wobbled. She'd decided not to wear stockings this morning with her skirt so there was no barrier. She felt herself being turned on by the contact of the material of his designer suit. The train shook and she could feel that he had shifted his body until it was almost directly behind hers. The train was still so crowded no one paid any attention to the fact that they were so close. She held on to the pole in front of her and tried to stay as still as possible so that her body did not move against his. He had another agenda. He'd been holding the strap above him but at the next stop moved his hand to her pole right above her hand. His hand touched hers and waves of electricity flowed through her body. T he train passed through a tunnel and the lights in the hot car flickered off. They remained off for about 45 seconds. She used the opportunity to shift a little as she could feel moistness building between her legs. As she moved, she felt him press his body against hers. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her ample ass. She knew it was intentional on his part and she didn't bother to move. She wanted to do more than feel his cock on the back of her skirt. Her pussy was wet and juices were already seeping through the thin material of the g-string she was wearing. She closed her eyes and held on to the pole tighter. She felt a hand creeping up the inside of her thigh and her knees almost buckled. No one noticed, as the lights came back on, that he had his hand up her skirt and was slowly caressing the wet lips of her pussy. She kept her eyes closed, careful not to move, careful not to change her facial expression. He stood closer behind her and dipped his fingers in and out of her tight cunt. When he massaged his thumb deep into her vagina walls and used his middle finger to rub her clit she couldn't take it anymore. The train jerked and she was pulled away from him as her pussy throbbed and she came right there, one stop before she was to exit. She didnt turn around to look at him. She could still feel his breathing on the back of her neck but he had stepped away far enough that she could no longer feel his body against hers. As the train came to a halt she straightened up the material of her skirt and rushed off toward the steps leading up to the street where she worked. She could only hope tomorrow's train ride would be as exciting.

Do you have fantasies of sex "in motion"?

Friday, September 18, 2009


It’s midnight. I lay wide-awake. Sleep is eluding me for the forth night this week. Sweat stained sheets stick to my naked body. I toss and turn, wrestling with the linen; I’m horny. As my clammy hands slide over erect nipples saliva begins to pool in my mouth. Fantasies of animalistic, aggressive, rough sex parade through my mind. Minutes pass. Soon the feel of my own touch is no longer satisfying. The chocolaty thickness of my nipples retreats back into the softness of my breasts and I moan -- pure frustration. Sleep pulls my eyes closed and I drift off....thoughts of pussy on my mind.

1:12 a.m. I’m awakened by a vivid dream. The scent of her sweetness is so real my upper lip is moist and I can still taste her on the tip my tongue. As I turn the silky glide of my thighs solidifies just how real the moment was. I reach down to taste myself allowing my fingers to linger in my mouth and my mind to picture it as her. The emotion of experiencing all that I once loved feeling, touching, holding, kissing, licking, even only in my dreams was enough to make me reach a moment of ecstasy. I cry.

2:27 a.m. I closed my eyes and she came back. Straddled across my belly, her strong thighs applying pressure to my midsection, the round petite breasts I’d grown to love dangling in front of me, a carrot to horse. My arms are pinned behind my head. I stretch my neck and my tongue to taste the goodness that was once only mine to no avail. She arches her back away; still holding my arms...putting the sweet prize out of my reach...smiling her devilish smile all the while. We play cat and mouse as time stretches on and night becomes day. in my reality she bestows to me a passionate kiss. Our mouths connect as one - the taste so strong, the sensations so deep, the desire for more unwavering as our tongues battle for dominance. A kiss is never just a kiss especially when it’s your last.

5:47 a.m. Slivers of daylight are smothering the room now. I rearrange the pillows and snuggle into the blanket all hoping to welcome sleep again. I beg it to return so she can come back. 3 minutes. 10 minutes. 30 minutes. Nothing. I squeeze my eyes tighter, rub the spot were an erect nipple should soon protrude hoping she will at least visit my daydream. Nothing. The space between my thighs is still wet. I use my free hand to explore, but the passion is gone. The moment has passed. Without her presence the touch feels like a violation, so I stop. I get up and retrieve my towel from behind the bedroom door heading for the shower. Maybe the water will wash away last night's confusion and despair.

Ever had a fucked up wet dream?

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

TMI Tuesday #204

1. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the ?? without anything steamy happening? (Opposite sex for breeders, same sex for homosexuals)
As a southern lady, I have shared my bed without sharing my goodies. I was quite fond of this arrangement during college and high school with certain boy-toys. These boy toys were my teddy bears, in fact my favorite teddy bear was a well-known football star in my hometown. He kept me warm many of nights during my high school years. He was such a gentleman.

2. Have you eve streaked, flashed, or otherwise partially or totally exposed yourself in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of people?
I personally believe nudity frees the soul. During high school, I attended several basement and house parties. On one particular night, the house party moved from a friend's home to my house. It was at the end of school and the beginning of summer. I lead the call for everyone to shed their clothes. Of course we had some shy bunnies. We actually had races up and down my neighborhood street, played in my neighbor's sprinklers, and landed in my backyard pool. Did I forget to mention that I have all of this on videotape? Oops!

3. Have you had dates with multiple people in the same weekend (or consecutive nights or the same night) while not all of your dates were aware of your actions?
Nope, all of my gentlemen callers knew the "deal". They served their purpose.

4. What is the most "romantic" you have ever gotten in a movie theater?
This is one of my fantasies; I will update you on the erotic details.

5. Have you ever had sex when you knew a non-participating adult was watching?
I actually like an audience during my sexual pleasures. My favorite dick-de-jour in high school and college became a pro at public displays of our lovemaking. He knew all the right commands and would cum on "cue". LOL!

I believe he told me that I made him a "porn" star, yet I was never able to convince him to perform into front of one of his homeboys. Pooh!

Bonus (as in optional): If you could say anything you wanted anonymously to anyone, without identifying that person, what would you say?
I never imagined that you would actually do this to me. I open my eyes to find your dick in my pussy, your best friend fucking me in the ass, your girl's tits in my mouth. You said you want to feast on me but I never thought you wanted to share your servings of Southern Trixxx. I know I have plenty to go around. Oh so Tasty!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Anything you want to share that's not any of our damn business?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

HNT: I'm a SLAAAAAVE for Kink!

I'm ba-aaack! Ok..ok, so I haven't been a slave for much other than work and school lately. Yawn. (Even my vibrators have been collecting dust!) But I'm a woman known for my FABULOUS entrances. And what better way to re-enter the group by participating in Half-Naked Thursday! I've missed all my kinky ladies and I am salivating as I catch up on previous posts! Hopefully, my sisters in sex aren't too salty about my MIA status. Can't ya'll see I'm on my knees begging for forgiveness? Who's ready to give me the spanking I deserve? Sheba? Bliss? lol

Happy Half-Nekked Thursday ya'll!!!

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

First Date With A Fairy

I can't explain how excited I was when Sheba told me that I would be the lucky blogstress to do our very first sex toy review! Licks and kisses, to the pleasure pushers at, for offering up The Fairy Mini Wand for me to take for a spin...or ten!

My anticipation for my first date with The Fairy had been building for about a week, and now that I had it in my posession, I wanted to make sure that I made the most of our encounter. I took it out of the box and inspected it. Pretty. And what's this? I was also supplied with two attachments, one, a Clitoral Cup and the other, a Mini Penis. The toy is powered by either 6 AA batteries, or an a/c power adapter...oh boy! I put the batteries in and tested The Fairy's strength on my ear lobe...Wowz-z-za!

I started with a naked Fairy, saving the attachments for when things got a little heated. The speed is controlled by a dial on the handle of the wand, making it easy to go from 0 to 60 in nanoseconds. Since the Fairy and I were just getting acquainted, I started with a little soft vibe, which was nice on the nipples and even better down below. The online specs say that the toy can also be used as an all-over "massager", but I had no interest in finding about any of its other therapeutic uses tonight. I upped the speed half way and before long, had to take a break before I lost it.

I prefer clitoral stimulation above all, so I was excited to use The Fairy's Clitoral Cup attachment next. Covered in soft little "pleasure nubs," it was easy to slip over the wand and even easire to fit right over my labia. It felt nice, but I preferred the feeling of the wand without it. The same went for the Mini Penis attachment. It was nice, and felt interesting for a while, but I like my toy sans accessories. Perhaps my placement was off, but I just didn't feel anything that the Fairy didn't make me feel by itself. But that's just me. Sometimes all the bells and whistles just arent necessary.

Overall, my first date with a Fairy was indeed magical. A miniature version of the Hitachi Magic Wand, The Fairy Mini Wand makes up in power what it lacks in stature. Pretty and petite (just like I like my toys), yet powerfully substantial (just like I like my men). This toy offers up the best of both worlds.

Rated "O" for Orgasm: 4 out of 5 "Os"

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

TMI Tuesday #203

1) If you were to only live until the age of 50, how would you live your life differently?
I'd probably take more vacations (to see more of the world) and stress/worry about things I can (and can't) change, less.

2) Are you settling in your job/career?
Not at all, I've only just truly started to explore what thing(s) I want to be part of that. Working for yourself has lots of benefits. This doesn't mean it isn't positively frightening though.

3) Are you settling with your significant other?
This is an extremely tough question. I love my partner dearly, and am certain that he's the person I want to spend my bronze, golden years with.

4) How important is your family?
EXTREMELY important. Family really is everything and by family I mean both blood relatives and friends who have earned that title.

5) If you caught a neighbor peeping in at you while you were naked or having sex, would you close the blinds? (assuming you live in a city and can see into other buildings).
Depends on what kind of mood I am in and who is the neighbor. If my neighbor is a sexy female who turns me on when I pass her in the park jogging or in the natural foods aisle of the supermarket, the windows are staying open.

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Anything you want to share that's not any of our damn business?

Thursday, September 3, 2009

HNT: It's All In The Eyes

The eyes are supposedly the 'windows to the soul', yet I see them more as the gatekeepers of seduction. As a package my eyes, lips and smile work hand and attract...well whomever. You're either welcomed into my world or you're eliminated before words are even exchanged. Beyond their awesome shape and color, I love my eyes because...well...

they keep me honest...

How truthful have you been lately?

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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

TMI Tuesday #202 (Location, Location, Location)

1. If you could have monumental sex where would it be (i.e. on Lincoln's lap, the stairwell of the Statute of Liberty)?
DEFINITELY at the top of the Empire State Building. I've played this scenario out a million times in my head, just need to find a willing participant. There's something about the bright city lights, the sound of a billion cars in traffic down below and the risk of getting caught having sex in the middle of New York City that turns me on.

2. Have you ever "played" with your food (i.e. a blowjob under booth #9 at Denny's, finger banging by candlelight at Spago)?
I have been fingered under a restaurant table or two...or six in my day. :-)

3. Have you ever had sex in motion (i.e. the lavatory on Virgin Air, the back seat of your Chevy Suburban)?
I am still trying to join the Mile High Club but I have given oral sex mid-flight before. I've had sex in the back--and front--and on the hood--of my truck too many times to count.

4. Have you ever had sex worthy of a confessional (i.e. a stall in the church bathroom, on the desk in your boss's office)?
I haven't had sex on the job yet...I have to work on that one. But the side steps of the chapel of my high school...yes yes yes!

5. Have you ever had sex under the stars (i.e. in the alley behind Scores Gentleman's Club, the roof of your South Beach condo)?
I used to take a road trip vacation with a few school friends every summer. We would rent a beach house and chill for about a week. There were plenty of roof tops...and plenty of great sex sessions.

Bonus: What's your favorite place (of all places) to have sex (i.e. The Bunny Ranch, Las Vegas)?
I don't have one particular favorite place just yet...I'm working on that too. But anywhere OUTSIDE works for me.

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Anything you want to share that's not any of our damn business?

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Friday Night Smackdown

Most of the men i've dated since my separation have had one core fault in common...their consistent inconsistency. Great in bed, great sweettalkers, but when it came to "Show and Prove," they weren't about shit. Last minute booty call cancellations, double standards regarding the parameters of a Fuck Buddy relationship, etc. A whole lotta shit that Pink has absolutely NO time to entertain. Well, I expected when I started kicking it with Mr. Boombastic, him being a Young guy and all, that there wouldn't be much deviation from the norm. There wasn't. He was just as full of shit as most...but he was consistent about one thing...our Friday night fuck sessions.

So this past Friday evening, he made his way over. Apologized for being scarce all week, and commenced to give me the best foot/leg massage I've had in '09! He rubbed, and I melted, and before long, his fingers were massage another toe, one of the camel variety. He rubbed around my pussy lips and clit, causing me to writhe all over the sofa. He fingerbanged me to an orgasm, then took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I was already still a little annoyed with him for the previous week's antics, but I quietly formulated a plan to get him back. If he didn't get me first.

Our romp started out with his penis banging me from behind while I was on my knees.. I came. Then, for Round Two, I was put on my belly, and again, banged from the back. I came. I was twisted onto my side...and just when I was about to cum again, he rolled me on top of him, witout pulling out, I went from being spooned, to sitting on his cock backwards cowgirl style. WHOAA NELLY!!! It took me a few seconds to orient myself to being impaled on his dick so abruptly. Sneaky bastard, that had to be against regulations...I adjusted myself and slowly started to grind my hips and lean back into his chest. I was slow fucking him and he reached around me and rubbed my tits. My nipples were rocks and my pussy was gushing wetness all over he, me and my sheets.

Some kinda way, I pogo'd my ass around on his dick, to face him. Round Four is when it got crazy. For me at least. I had found the best way to direct his dick to my g-spot and was doing that furiously, while leaning back and grabbing his ankles. I threw my pussy up at him and ground my hips. Feeling myself come closer and closer to a huge orgasm with each twist. I started cursing, and sweating, and damn-near crying. He was talking shit. He knew I was about to cum. "Heh? What's that?" He'd say. "What's that you doin, girl? Sounds like you about to cum." And I did. I came HARD. I almost fell off of him and the bed. Yep, tapped out! I think I was speaking tongues, but I do know that the lonly English I could muster after that one was, "Don't touch me, don't touch me."

Bastard. I won't need another orgasm like that one until next Friday.
What kind of kink do you look forward regularly?

Thursday, August 27, 2009

HNT: Best Intentions

Life never lets you know where it's going. Sometimes the roller coaster ride makes perfect sense and the scenery is beautiful if not awe inspiring. Other times its best to just hold on tight, and try not to throw up. Six weeks of vacation from my PhD program have passed in relative silence. I've been a very bad blogger and an even worse blog mistress. How have I spent the time? In quiet sometimes naked reflection...

What has the end of summer brought you?

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Thursday, August 20, 2009

HNT: Bare Happiness

I moved out, found a new place with awesome people, made a bunch of new friends, shed the burden of the ex-boyfriend and I'm high on life. These days ... I must say, I am really feelin' myself. I often find myself dancing around my room in the nude, caressing every contour of my body as I sway and grind to that Keri Hilson jam while watching myself in the full length mirror. Shit, I'm turning myself on! And, it shows. My breast are just as perky as I am!

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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

TMI Tuesday #200 (Happy Anniversary!!)

1. What is the longest you have been in a monogamous sexual relationship? [For the purpose of this question monogamous is defined as no sexual partners that your significant other does (did) not know about.]
6 Years

2. If your current relationship would fail, do you have a back-up for physical or emotional comfort?

3. Can you be "just friends" with someone when there is an unrequited sexual attraction?

4. In a assumed monogamous sexual relationship have you ever cheated, been cheated upon or been a knowing third party to the infidelity? [For the purpose of this question monogamous is defined as no sexual partners that a significant other does (did) not know about.]
Part A - Depends what you define as cheating. LOL. Part B - Yes. :-( Part C - No.

5. Historically, what has caused the most arguments in your relationships?
Jealousy and insecurity on the part of the other. Fortunately that's not the case in my current relationship.

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Anything you want to share that's not any of our damn business?

Monday, August 17, 2009

Imagining my "Summer of Love"

In my deepest darkest wet dreams a famed toy company will ask me to review all their new products. My unwavering dedication to my job will leave me with no option but to put myself to sleep each night with shuddering, mind numbing orgasms.

In the real world, the Babeland Summer of Love is almost over and I thought I might take the time to make my wishlist of the kinky toys I'd love to own. When it comes to toys we all know that good sex doesn't come cheap. Who wouldn't want to win free sex toys?

Although I thoroughly enjoy using toys with my partner, I have to say that most of the toys I burn out are either for my own pleasure or that of my girlfriend and our third. With so many women around it's important to have the right equipment. Strolling along Babeland electronic aisles I happened upon quite a few treats that I would like to get a taste of and share with my playmates.

5. Ryder Plug ($20) : Last week over dinner, my very tipsy girlfriend whispered in my ear, "Do you like anal sex?" Well of course I do! Is that a question? Sexually we're still in that getting to know you stage and this seems like the kind of toy that might help break the ice. It's purple which is her favorite color and mine. Call it serendipity.

4. The Gigi Vibrator ($109): Okay I'm going to be honest, I don't own a vibrator of the dildo variety. I know, I know, I know. How could this be true? I just haven't ever found one that "hits the spot". I'm thinking that the Gigi might just be my perfect match. It's a pretty toy in a quiet package. The fact that it holds a charge for over an hour, completely won me over.

3. The Delight ($130) : I've seen, held and drooled over this toy in person. What tempts me most is the prospect of vibrations at both angles. No wires, no fuss, just a good motor in a smooth ergonomic package. Who wouldn't want it?

2. Jaguar Harness + Purple Leo Combo ($121.95): This seems like a list that lends itself to going somewhere you've never been before which is how a harness ended up on my list. While being on the receiving end of a strap-on can be quite enjoyable, I've never been on the giving end. The video only piqued my interest, and the purple Leo combo sealed the deal.

1. The Pure Wand ($108): It could be the decadent box. It could be that I love anything that comes in metallic silver. It could even be that it reminds me of the barbells I once wore in each nipple. Frankly it's most likely that I want to hold it firmly in my hand and use it drive my girlfriend to distraction. Whatever the reason the Pure Wand is a must have: sleek, sexy, solid.

Total: $488.95

Thrills come at a high premium!

How does the contest work? A random "Summer Love" blog post will be selected to win a $500 prize and the post with the most responses will win $125 worth of sex toys. I just know our readers want me to win one of these fabulous toys. Most importantly if you comment and let me know which of my selections you like and why, we could both win $125.

What of these toys tickles your fancy?

Saturday, August 15, 2009

I Saw Myself, Reflected (Group Post)

The thing I miss the most about my now defunct lover Mellow, besides his dick, was his eyes. They were a beautiful hazel/green hue that did nothing to hurt the panty-dropping power of his confidence and swagger. The thing about those beautiful eyes of his, was that he would use them to as a weapon during sex. Usually, he was a very vocal fuck, talking shit, manhandling me and giving me orders on which position to assume. But when we had just had an argument or he would get jealous of another man I was dating, the fucking would slow down and he would torture me with long strokes and equally long stares.

He was deliberate. He would look me straight in the eyes while he was thrusting and ask, "Does he fuck you like me? Huh?" His face would be a cross between stern and focused and each word was said slowly and punctuated by deep thrusting. I would moan "Unh Uh," not because I meant it, but because the dick was to good to get into a debate about the truth. He stared at me. Start to fuck me harder and then reach one hand up to my face, squeezing my cheeks. Silent, but still staring into my eyes as he started to fuck me harder. Deeper. Still slow, though. He was still concentrated on something on my face, not moving his deadly eyes away from me. He moved his hand from my face and grabbed a palmful of breast. Sighing, but still staring..right at me. Shit, they were so fucking sexy, those eyes. I was about to cum, melt all over his dick. If that's what all this staring shit was about, it was working. I was so turned on and kind of embarrassed. What the fuck was he looking at?

I could tell by his stroke that he was about to cum soon, which was perfect, because I could barely hold mine in much longer. He grabbed a handful of my locs and steadied his eyes on mine. We stared at each other as he long-dicked me to a shuddering orgasm. Then he finally broke his gaze as he pulled me into his chest and let his blow.

After he had gone home. I had showered and was checking out my face in the mirror, when something caught my eyes. I leaned in closer and stared. I was seeing what he was looking at earlier. I smirked, you really can see it.

You're one hot bitch, Pink. And you know it.

My reflection. It is, indeed, a hot one.

Check out the others' sexy reflections with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and see who else is taking part in this month's group post: the Duchess, Hubman, Veronica, Ms Scarlett, Aurore, Topaz, Enchanted Mistress, Petal, Ronjazz, Autumn, Britni, Library Vixen, Adulterous Letch, Danimo, Lolita, and Bri.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


Everyone knows what a Staycation is, right? It's a term coined during this recession to describe when people choose to do something fun and entertaining at home, in lieu of spending money they don't have on extracurricular activities. Well, often times, I find myself in a dick recession. And when I do, I take a Playcation.

A Playcation is when you clear your calendar, call into work and turn your phone ringer down or off, so that you can spend the whole day catching upon some self-love. Now, granted, having someone there to assist in the pleasure is always great, but many of you ladies (and men) can relate to the moments when you're either in between lovers, or not in the mood to deal with any of them! No primping for a date. No waiting for him/her to make the commute. No disappointment when they're done and you're not. On a playcation, you choose your own itinerary.

If you want to set the mood by lighting candles, incense and starting with a bubble bath, you can. If you want to jump straight into bed, favorite sex toys scattered around humping each one until you cum yourself to sleep, you can. Or if you just want to make it a lazy day and prefer to sit up at your desk, squeezing your nipples and hand in your panties while reading some erotic stories online, you can. For your playcation, you can listen to Maxwell, Trick Daddy or Jill Scott. No matter. Whatever you like. If you want to turn on a porn flick and see if you can fuck yourself til you out scream the bitch on screen...knock yourself out.

My preferred Playcation includes me, my pocket rocket and clit-cumming until I'm desensitized and waking up with a barely purring toy, still turned on, in bed next to me. Ah, haven't done that in a while.

It's time to have yourself a Playcation. Let your orgasms take you away...

Next time you take a playcation, come back and tell us about it.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

HNT: My jeans won't go up!

Is my ass growing or are my jeans shrinking????
They did fit really well 'til I went to put them on yesterday...

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Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Laundry Day

I've really got to invest in a mattress pad. Really.

I came to this realization while standing over my messy sheets after Mr. Boombastic had thrashed my ass, yet again. I stripped the bed and smirked to myself as only a few weeks before, I had thought of squirting as some realm of reality that I may never reach. But I had. This fucker had indeed found a direct route to my pleasure spot and he was skillful enough to know when to put it to work and how much.

Tonight, he had spent quite some time building me up, priming me for the main event. It began with a foot massage, I started melting almost immediately as his strong hands moved up my legs mashing and groping masterfully. He knew he had loosened me up, so the next place he massaged was between my legs. My heart began racing immediately. He reached under my dress and into my panties and pressed first his palm, then finger into my already wet pussy.

He had me on my poor sofa, writhing and moaning, while he was knuckles deep inside me. I bucked against his hand and placed my hand on top of his, trying to pull his finger out and catch my breath. He didn't allow it, pressing into my g-spot harder and reaching up with the other hand to squeeze my nipple for good measure. I reached over to feel his dick, which he had just barely removed from his pants. About 1/3 of his dick was sticking out of the top of his boxers and I decided to tease him, as he had teased me.

I straddled his lap and started to kiss and lick his ears. Meanwhile, I whined my hips against him, rubbing my clit across his dickhead with each grind. I bucked and rotated my hips as if he were inside me, and ended up getting just as turned on as he was (if not more) by the feeling of my clit rubbing against him. I felt an orgasm coming, and I started to grind harder and move my hips faster. I leaned into his ear and told him I was cumming. Then I bounced on him harder when I did. It was time to take this party to the bedroom.

As soon as he laid on the bed, I took his dick into my mouth. I was primed up and horny as a muthafucker, no time for the preliminary bullshit. His dick went from almost to 100% hard once I put my soft lips on it. I licked and slurped the head, then used both my hands to stroke it up and down while I sucked the head. After a while of torturing him with excellent head, he told me to lay on my stomach. I knew what was coming next. He mounted me from behind and pushed his huge dick into me. Just as I got adjusted to him stretching me. He reached around under me and put his hands on my clit. Flicking and pressing it as he started to fuck me from behind. I was in heaven. I'm sure my neighbors were in hell. I was cumming every few minutes and loud as a muthafucker. Shit.

He kept commenting on how wet I was, but we didn't realize really how wet until we were done and I stepped away from the bed and looked down. There were three huge wet spots, much larger than your average spot. Thank goodness there were two layers of sheets. It looks like Mr. Boombastic made it rain again. Sigh. I guess tomorrow will be laundry day.

Have you ever had someone make you cum so hard, you were beside yourself?

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

TMI Tuesday #198 - Relationships

1. My Family is dysfunctionaly humorous, but loving.

2. Friends are not as important to me as they use to be.

3. Exes are good people to fantasize with.

4. Strangers are not a part of my world.

5. Relationships are wonderful to have when they work.

Bonus: Tell us about your first love: I never knew she was my first love until she broke my heart. We ended our non-relationship and ever so often we chat, each time opens and closes my wounded heart.

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Anything you want to share that's not any of our damn business?

Monday, August 3, 2009

T.I.L.F.: Elke the Stallion

This is the inaugural post in an ongoing series called T.I.L.F. - Tweets I'd Like to Fuck inspired by our friend Fury over at The Dirty Details. T.I.L.Fs don't have to be famous, but they do have to be fuckable.

I'm still trying to get used to the Twitterverse and after two months I'm only just getting the hang of how to make 140 characters worth of Facebook style updates interesting. Like any new Twit, when I first began exploring Twitter I expanded my list of follows based on the lists of fellow sex bloggers and Twitter friends whose opinions I trusted. I discovered more than a few bad bitches on my friends lists - porn stars, models, video girls....I don't recall who was following eye candy model Elke The Stallion, but my pocket rocket thanks you!

Let me give a disclaimer: I'm partial to women of the darker persuasion. With the exception of my (still unfulfilled) fetish for red heads, I prefer my luscious curves with deep chocolate tones like my own. That said - Elke is certainly worth making an exception. I'd been one of her followers for weeks before I actually visited her website. I had to take my mouth, my partners mouth and my girlfriend's mouth off the floor after we took the tour. DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

Elke measures 38-28-47, yes FORTY-SEVEN an AWR (ass to waist ratio) almost beyond comprehension. Creamed coffee skin, thick thighs, 38 D breasts, a phat ass and juicy lips that just beg to be licked, sucked and......

Her ass is ENORMOUS - thick, juicy and good enough to eat! Perfectly round, toned without appearing unapproachable, deeply indented right below the curve letting you know just where your hands belong. It's the kind of ass that makes you want ask her to sit on your face. Her rear view, shit her entire mac truck of a body begs for a king sized bed, a vacation day and a huge box of toys.

Simply put, Elke is fuckable in the extreme. I don't know whether Elke ever ventures over to the other side, but I know more than a few women who would love to personally walk her over there, shit they might drag her. She's definitely a T.I.L.F. Thanks Elke for indulging my dirty mind. To quote Craze Magazine you put the 'ASS' in class :-)

If you'd like to get more than the taste of Elke you've had here, visit her website and check her out on Twitter.

Any Tweets you'd like to fuck?