HNT: Show Me What You're Working With

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


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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?
*Fuck.*

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.

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"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 ;-)

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"?

Coupling

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?

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!

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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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First Date With A Fairy

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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.


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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 hand....to 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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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.


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