The Kink Chronicles

New Year. New Beginnings.

2012-01-03T02:12:00.004-05:00

It's been a very long time since I posted. I was caught up in life and in a very private mode. I wanted to shelter my Reticent Amor (Secret Love) in hopes that it would last longer. I didn't want to hear anything negative from you, the readers. The few people in my personal life that I shared this relationship with had enough opinions, many of which I wasn't interested in hearing. Well the fact that we broke up is an example of what is meant to happen will happen. I didn't share my story with you and it ended anyway.

Another relevant saying is that all good things come to an end is true. We're over. I know I may have said that in my last post 5 mos ago (click here). LOL. But this time for real. We reconciled after that post and had ups and downs during that interim.

We broke up for good on 12/30. The reason? Irreconcilable differences. He felt I didn't love him enough and didn't go the extra mile that he needed. This issue was a recurring topic and I couldn't do anything to change his mind. In fairness, there was some truth to his feelings though no truth in not loving him enough or feeling that he wasn't worth it. We just has different ways of operating and he refused to believe in shades of gray regarding this area. Other contributors to our breakup included the complications related to a Reticent Amor - sneaking around, secret telephone lines, lying to friends and family, never being able to fully explore a normal (non secret) relationship.

So it's been almost 96 hours and I'm not sure how I'm holding up. He's asked me this question a number of times since our breakup and my answer has been consistent, "I don't know." The truth is that I'm numb. While I do believe our decision to end was a good choice, it's bittersweet. The sweetness is that I have an opportunity to reconnect with family, friends and most importantly myself. It's also sweet that neither of us was caught by our primary partners. The bitter is that we're ending a mostly fulfilling relationship. As he said, "when it was good, it was GREAT."

I'm not sure how to move on. How do I reconnect with me? For a year, he was my entire world. I spent every possible second dreaming about, talking about, talking to and spending time with him. Today, I ordered breakfast from my favorite diner and out of habit, also placed an order for him too. Only he wasn't joining me. SMH. Honestly I don't know how I'm going to deal with this. Based on the realm of positivity and a can-do attitude, I "know" that I'll be fine. Eventually. I'm just uncertain how long it will take me to get that place. I feel like I've lost one of my best friends. Our relationship was complicated but he was the one I shared the good and bad. He was my go-to person. Our relationship was about more than sex, which we rarely had. It was an emotional connection that seems hard to maintain in absence of a "relationship" though the foundation of our "relationship" was a friendship. I don't know...I just don't know.

What I do know is that I HAVE TO go on in a positive manner. Though, honestly I'd like to stay under the covers with no human contact for at least a week. My job and familial commitments don't allow for this luxury so I need to figure out a coping mechanism quickly. Thus far, I'm ignoring the situation but I know this solution can't last much longer. I shed my first tears today since the breakup but it was nothing significant. It hasn't hit me yet. I'm going to try to keep myself busy focusing on things that can help me. 2012 is a new year, with new beginnings. I put a lot on the backburner last year to focus on my now defunct relationship. Do I regret it? I don't know. I can't venture into that mental space right now. Instead I'm focusing on the future.

Have you ever had trouble dealing with a breakup? How did you handle it? Any advice for me???

Cooling Down

2011-08-03T18:28:00.001-04:00

In the aftermath of last week's decision to not "love so hard," I feel weird. How can you turn down your feelings for someone? Unfortunately i'm not a faucet - things don't quite work that way.

On some level, I feel at peace with our decision because I do believe it is what we both need. However, the prospect of actually implementing a cool down is scary. What does it mean? Does it mean that eventually we'll roll into friendship? Or less, since the majority of our relationship is emotional. The stolen time we share is spent talking, eating and rarely sexing. We kiss, we hug, we keep it relatively light and just enjoy each other's company.

If I look at this objectively, we can still be good friends. The dynamics will just change - not seeing each other as often or calling as much. Not having such great expectations that are relationship-esque like expecting multiple calls a day, checking-in, dates, etc.

So one part of me is welcoming of the prospect of having more time and space to focus on me and the things I've let go over the last few mos. The other part of me is mourning the death of my relationship. Well I guess only time will tell how this all plays out.

Ever had to "cool down" your love for someone? Howdya do it?

I just wanna fuck

2011-08-02T23:43:00.000-04:00

I. just. wanna. fuck.

I dont want to have any discussions about fucking.

Definitely don't wanna discuss hypotheticals about what could hinder our ability to fuck and how that could fucking hypothetically affect me.

Fuck all of that fucking talk.

Let's wait 'til we're in the fucking moment.

If we can fuck at that time then great.

Else we'll just have to move the fuck on.

MEN can be fucking annoying!

Have you ever just wanted to avoid the drama and fuck???

The Bitch In You...

2011-07-16T09:17:00.007-04:00

"You're the type of woman who likes to be in control, yes?" "What makes you assume so?"
"I can just tell. You have this thing about you...."
"I'm a take charge woman, yes."
"So tell me, what type of situations have you been in where you 'take charge'?"
"Oh, I'm asked to do all sorts of things. Use strap-ons, mmf threesome, cuckolding..."

I went on to explain that cuckolding was when a man sits and watches as another man fucks his woman. He may just watch and beat off, or if open to it, he can participate by assisting, touching or licking both while in action. I also explained my thoughts about not necessarily believing that just because a man likes anal penetration performed on him by a woman, doesn't mean that he's homosexual. I told him that I enjoy pleasing my partner and if he is pleased by having me fuck his ass or by sharing a blowjob, then it pleases me.

"Hmmm...I bet you're wondering why I'm still sitting here and haven't bolted out of the bed yet, huh?"
"Actually, no, I'm not." I'm actually surprised he hadn't rolled over onto his stomach, to be honest.

One thing I've learned since I've been involved in this lifestyle is that if you give a man enough trust and space to believe that you won't judge him, the tiny little bitch inside him will come out to play. From some of the beefiest, most masculine men to the bisexually repressed, I've had some very "hetero-questionable" requests made and fulfilled.

Men live their lives with the expectation of being a strong, protecting force, of behaving in a "manly" way and assuming the role of the aggressor when it comes to sex. But behind closed doors, he wants to be controlled. Willing to submit, they want to be man-handled sometimes, only by a woman.

And I am only happy to oblige. Because though I represent myself outwardly as a "lady," I am more than willing to fuck the shit out of the bitch in you.

Have you ever exposed your partner's inner bitch? Tell us about it.

I'm Crushin On You

2011-07-13T21:16:00.017-04:00

If you have not noticed but I come by your desk daily
Just to smell your sweet fragrance
Some days, I find peaches and
Other days, I smell a jasmine
Those fragrances make me long to roll around tangled by your arms, legs, and hair
I fantasize about our first time together, your sweat smelling and tasting
so yummy

If you have noticed but when we talk
I am staring in all the wrong places
I consume every inch of your curves-hoping to get lost
I admire your plump breasts
I imagine myself licking your hard nipples
Hoping that a little milk will flow onto my tongue

Other times I stare at your luscious lips
I find myself matching my breath to the beat of your lips moving
I'm thinking that those lips need to meet
my lips and tongue
I'm thinking that those lips want to suck and lick on my
dong; it's large, purple, and wants to make love to your lips (both sets)
I desire to make you tremble, scream in ecstasy, and long for me even more

If you have noticed but when we hang out
I make every attempt to touch you ever so slightly
I need my skin to touch yours
Your skin is deep brown suga
In fact, water makes your skin glisten like
caramelized apples ready for me to bite
I want to devour you.

If you have noticed but when we were together last Saturday night
I try with all my might to be the center of your attention
In fact, did you not peep my efforts to make you laugh
Or whisper in your ear so you would lick your lips
Knowing I hit your zone
I even sat close so my hand could
Linger on your thigh
I noticed that you did not move my hand
You even shifted it up real close to the
Honey spot

If you have noticed but I have a crush on you
And I'm too shy to tell you
Do you have a crush on me?

Water Pressure

2011-07-01T22:48:00.008-04:00

Water.

Wet, warm, pulsing water.

You aren't really into astrology, but whenever you're in a situation like this, you remember you're a Cancer. Water sign. Drawn to water.

Drawn to this water. This Jacuzzi tub in this hotel in the middle of Texas. The conference has been long and boring and draining, and you're relaxing in a huge Jacuzzi tub alone. Candles. Bubbles. Music.

Water. Pulsing, warm, wet.

The jets are sending tiny bubbles cascading over your nipples, and they grow hard, aching from the pressure. You idly run your nails along the inside of your thigh, just enough to draw an angry line of pink, to draw a shiver down your spine despite the steam coming off the water, coming off your body.

You relax into the water more, arching your back and biting your bottom lip. Your hand moves from your thigh up your body to your nipple, pulling just a little bit.

Moving your hips juuuuust right, you catch one of the spray jets from the Jacuzzi at the ohmyfuckingghodsyes perfect angle, and that warm pulsing water hits your clit, hard, steady, unrelenting.

You close your eyes, your thoughts drift over old lovers, recent hookups, current partners. Soon your mind is nothing but a montage, a calvacade of images of cocks, nipples, pussies, asses, of you and others cumming over and over, as your hips buck against the steaming scented water in your hotel Jacuzzi.

The jet is unrelenting, the world's most persistent lover, and you almost bite through your lip to keep from screaming as you cum over and over again, the heat from the water and the endorphins from all those orgasms making you feel light and dizzy when you finally reach over and press the "stop" button on the jets.

Afterward you rub down with lotion, slip into your silk robe, and recline on the bed. You text your partner. "Had a bath. Much more relaxed now. Phone sex?"

When was the last time you floated away on your own bliss?

Oh Jada!!

2011-07-01T12:19:00.005-04:00

I am not ashamed to admit that I am a lover of porn. I’m pretty sure in my next lifetime I will be a porn star or a stripper or probably both. I’m ok with that. I’ve paid my moral dues to society so I can be an all-out bad girl next go round. Anyway, I’ve seen A LOT of porn in my lifetime and I have found that I am pretty picky porn watcher. I love interracial scenes. I love public scenes. I love threesomes, foursomes and lesbian fuck-fests. I love a good MILF scene or a teacher vs. student flick. Ok maybe I’m not as picky as I thought I was. :-) What I really, really, REALLY love about porn is my favorite porn star—Jada Fire! See I have this thing where I can only watch porn with attractive people. Seriously, if I’m watching and the bodies are disproportionate, someone’s hair is a hot mess, or I’d rather see their face masked, I simply can’t watch. I remember seeing Ms. Fire in a scene a few years ago. I was fast-forwarding through some wack ass ridiculousness with a bunch of gross-me-out men with smaller than average dicks and women who needed an immediate trip to the nearest weave shop when she popped up on the screen. She wasn’t what I would consider a BAD woman, but she was definitely cute and her smooth chocolate skin was enough to make me put the remote down and watch for a bit. She danced around on the screen flaunting her plump tits and peach-round ass. She pulled out a bottle of baby oil and poured some down the front of her body. The glistening oil on her smooth black skin made my lady parts start to tingle. In walked the co-star. Nice body. Decent face. Horse dick. I’m watching. Jada immediately got on her knees and opened her mouth to take in his huge cock. “OMG she has braces on her teeth!” I’d never seen a dude get a blow job from a chick with a mouth full of metal. I was all up in the TV screen watching her every move and I quickly realized that Jada’s head game was OFF. THE. CHAIN. I couldn’t figure out how she was sucking dick better than I’d ever seen while maneuvering her braces AND tongue ring, plus managing to talk the most shit all at the same time. This was before the days of the “like” button but damn I liked what I saw. Every time she opened her mouth my pussy got wetter. It was the combination of how wet she had her partner’s dick, the way she stroked it between sucks with one hand, then two hands, then shoved his entire cock down her throat after passionately demanding that he fuck her face. Amazing. I mean, I’d seen great dick sucking before and I know for a fact that my head game is nice as well, but this was next level shit. Horse Dick couldn’t even contain himself. He yanked Jada by her well-done weave and made her stop sucking so he could get it together and put his cock in another hole. She made him lay on his back and promptly climbed on top to ride like her life depended on it. SHE. WENT. IN. She rode and talked more shit while he grabbed her ass and tried to hold on and keep up. She was in control and there was nothing he could do but lay there and take it. He moaned, groaned and grunted then attempted to hold her still while she pumped from below. I was definitely impressed by his persistence as Jada was making him work for every cent he was earning that day. Then it happened. She pulled up and got into a squatting position right above him. She smacked her clit a few times and proceeded to squirt all over him and the couch they were fucking on. Have mercy. Cum drops on the camera lens and all, I was all in. Jada gained a new fan that day. I was so caught up in the details I forgot about rubbing my own clit and the pile of toys I had sitting next to me. I didn’t want to miss what Jada was going to do next.
Since that day I have watched countless Jada Fire films. She seriously puts her everything into every scene she stars in and trust me, she does it all. Not only is she my favorite adult film star, I’ve been told that she is my porn twin. I’m sure it’s just our chocolate skin but I like to think I wreak just as much havoc in the bedroom—and out—and she does.

Do you have a favorite porn star or a porn twin of your own??

My name is Pink, and...

2011-05-28T16:42:00.009-04:00

God grant me the serenity...

I'm currently 2 years in recovery from my Cocaine addiction and although we're in the middle of his annual Memorial Day weekend visit to Miami, I'm holding strong to my convictions. Ok, well, its not so much because I'm so strong as it is that Cocaine is a bonafide asshole. In the weeks leading up to his visit, we had spoken on the phone about seeing each other. He seemed to have come a little ways from the unnecessarily cocky abuser that he had been described as in my initial post about my addiction to him. It was almost like the good old days, when I met him 7 years ago and it's possible that I may have relapsed, had our text exchange on his first day in town not put a sour taste in my mouth.

9:59 a.m.

Cocaine: On my way to Florida. What's good?

Me: Totally forgot you were coming today. At work now. When do you get here?

(There was no response until 1:03 p.m.)

Cocaine: Just landed in FLL

Me: Welcome

(He didn't respond again, and I assumed it was because he and his cohorts were getting situated and he would hit me up later. I finished work, got home, went on about my evening and heard nothing else from him until I got--what I hope was an alcohol-induced--text at 11:11 p.m.)

Cocaine: What happened to my BJ?

(I didn't reply to this fuckery immediately, because I was trying to give him time to shoot me a "my bad, I'm fucked up" text. But it never came. So at 11:52, I replied)

Me: You already know that you sealed your fate with how you just came at me. Blow yourself.

Cocaine: Smh. You always find a way to act up. Whatever.

Me: Fuck you. You hit me with a text that you were here. Then texted me about a bj. C'mon man. You don't think you need to come better than that? Doesn't matter anyway. Get bent. I'm sure you'll get your bj. Though it won't be from me. And you'll wish it was. And that makes me smile. Asshole.

Cocaine: Shut up chump! Little crying ass. All you said was welcome.

(I snickered to myself reading this. Did this fool expect me to blow him up all day trying to chase him down and suck his dick. Get the fuck outta here. Joker.)

Me: Not gonna argue with you, G. I'll be that, but you'll still be getting sub-par head this weekend. So who's the chump?

Cocaine: Ok

(yeah. checkmate, bitch.)

...to accept the things I cannot change...

To be honest, I wasn't surprised. Why would things be any different this time? Sure, he read the blog post and perhaps he felt bad...for a minute. But drugs are tricky like that. Just when you think you are being comforted by your dependency, reality comes and kicks the shit out of you. Thank god I got that text message before I took a hit this time.

...courage to change the things I can...

So, though I almost slipped off the wagon again, Cocaine was able to remind me via textversation that a) no matter how kinky I am, there is some modicum of respect that I require-and deserve-from anyone I suck, fuck or otherwise and b) His shit is good, but I'm better.

...and the wisdom to know the difference.

The next day came and went with no apology text. I didn't really expect one, but I was hopeful that this guy who I had known for a while now had a little more respect for me than the text-4-bj interaction. He didn't. Oh well.

I wrote the first blog about him expressing a realization of how little I was actually getting from my exchanges with Cocaine. Though there is something innately sexy about him, the ugly way in which he treats me should be enough to keep me sober.

My name is Pink, and I'm 2 years in recovery. But I will always be an addict.

Can you remember a time when you had to give up someone or something, not only because it was right, but because you would respect yourself a lot more for it?

Whoop That Trick

2011-05-25T15:38:00.000-04:00

My lover of the moment, QT Geek, continues to surprise me. We recently reconnected after a 2 week hiatus.

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I receive a text.

"It's time for your punishment".

Of course, I'm curious as to what punishment means. Should I envision myself getting spanked? Will I be handcuffed? Am I able to give punishment, too? My mind wanders right up until I arrive at his house.
As I pull up, I receive another message.

"I'm the punisher and you will do as I say."

Okay, now my mind is going wild with imagining. I enter and we commence with pleasantries; he offers drinks. He initiates good conversation. We move from his living room to the kitchen. We continue our pleasantries....

"You are here to serve me!"

Within a few short minutes the roles and rules changed. I attempt to leave the kitchen and QT Geek blocks my movement. I give him the side eye.

"I did not give you permission to leave."

What? Before I know it, he's grabbed my wrists and is holding me against the wall. He stated that

" When you walked into the door, you assumed the role as the submissive and I am your master."

As he talked, a slight smirk formed on my face. Shit! This was turning me on.

He leads me downstairs. He commands that I drop to my knees. As I bend down, he pulls my face up and tells me to look into his eyes. He tells me to trust him. He tells me that pain is pleasure. Over the next thirty minutes, we go back and forth between my dick sucking and him suckling of my breasts! As his lips and tongue tease, kiss and bite my nipples, my pussy is throbbing and soaking wet!

He instructs me to bend over. He holds my arms behind my back and spanks me with his Omega paddle. With each swing, I felt both. Pleasure. Pain. As promised. He commands me to respond to any questions or comments, "yes-master". He tells me that he will not accept "no" for an answer. As each minute passes, I become more and more his submissive.

Finally he commands me to rise. And then he slaps me. He slaps me real hard across the face.

There are no more commands, just silence.

He walks me to my car, wishes me a good night and promises to check in later in the week.

My mind is scrabbled. What the fuck just happened? I liked the pleasure of pain. I enjoy the fact that I've found someone who enjoys my kinks. I am thrilled with the idea that I finally met a man who takes care of things- a HNIC! So why am I feeling dirty? Why are tears running down my face? Did he cross a line? Am I actually willing to lose control by any means necessary?

To Pieces

2011-05-25T12:44:00.001-04:00

In this place. There is a part of you I can't touch. Can't reach. That's just beyond my finger tips. It is perhaps the part I miss the most.

It seems simple. To think of us chatting.
Laying side by side.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Laughing.
Body parts lazily intertwined.
And then the inevitable irresistibility of you. That would make me. Touch you. Somewhere warm. And wet. And welcoming.

It strikes me that we are so different. Physically.

My dark. Your light.
The constancy of tone in my skin. The playful freckles on yours.

The warm brown of my hair against the deep dark auburn of yours.

Yet it hasn't ever been the contrast that I found most interesting. Touching you. Loving that. Has always been about the response. Your response to my 'call'.

And even to say response. Is to suggest it is aggressive. Overt.

It isn't.

A taking in of breath. A shift in position. A giving in that let's me know I'm welcome. Wanted. Craved.

My face next to your mouth as I'm touching you. Your breath hot and rushing into my ears. The softness of you.
The fleshiness.
My teeth on your chin, neck, shoulder.

Sometimes I look at you.
When I'm touching you.
And your eyes are mostly closed.
And your face is beatific. A look of satisfaction, bliss, openness.

It's almost stopped me. A few times. Looking at you.
Wondering if I deserved all that surrender.
Unsure if it was real. Was I really making you feel that good?
There have been times, when I was nearly certain just the sound of you would make me cum.
Just the sounds you were making. The sounds I was making you make.
The hearing and doing all at once. Would be enough. To push me over the edge.

The giving has been a gift.
Your giving.
The taking an almost spiritual practice.
The finding. The learning. The knowing.
Where and how and which place on your body to touch, caress, kiss, lave - it's been a revelation.
A discovery indebted to your selflessness.

I miss you.
All parts.
The lips I never could have known I'd long to kiss. The curve of your collarbone, its dips and curves. The sway of your back, an alluring and nonsensical tilt just like mine. The stiff pink peaks of your nipples, their implicit invitation to suckle. The softness of your backside, more than enough to grab. The thick wet sweet folds between your legs, the very best I ever ate.

I miss ALL of you. ALL.
Every piece.

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Allow Me To Introduce Myself...

2011-05-15T20:08:00.007-04:00

Now, there are open-minded people, and then there are OPEN-minded people. I, dear readers, am OPEN! Not only am I a friend to fellow kinky bitches Sheba and Pink Vixxxen, I have also been reading (and getting off to) The Kink Chronicles since it started. Through the past few years, I have shared some of my experiences with the girls and they finally convinced me to join the fold. I started out my sexual journey pretty submissive, following the guy's lead as to how nasty I got. It ended up being that same modus operandi that lead me to the freaky tales I'll be sharing with you.

When I was in my mid-20s, I met an older guy who turned me on to some newshit. New shit that a-I didn't even think I would like and b-Had no idea how many straight men were into. The guy was an former arena football player, which doesn't mean shit except to say he was a man's man. By all outward appearances, that is.

Don't get me wrong, he had always been a freak--a monster pussy and ass-eater, to be exact--and I was always happy to let him indulge. But one day, during a freaky phone session, he kicked things up a notch. He asked me what did I think about using a toy on him, anally. I surprised myself by the lack of hesitation when I replied, "Sure baby, I'll fuck your ass. If that's how you want it." And it was. He stroked himself to an orgasm as he described how he wanted me to fuck him in the ass, slap him and talk dirty to him. He wanted to be dominated, and although it was something new for me, I've never been one to back away from some new shit. After his orgasm(and subsequent drifting off) I hung up the phone and kept masturbating long into the night as I anticipated my first step into female domination, or femdom.

The next time we met up, he had suggested we go to an adult store and pick out his toy. I made sure to embarrass him in the store by asking him loud enough for others to hear, "Is this one was big enough?" or "Do you think you can take all of that?" as we sorted through the selection of dildos. Finally, we settled on a beginner-sized 6 inch dildo with a slight curve and a bottle of Astroglide. I walked to the car and made him pay alone. He was flustered, and visibly horny as he made his way back to the car. I took a deep breath as he approached. There was no turning back now.

I was so excited that I rubbed my pussy the whole ride to the hotel. I stayed in my seat and waited for him to open my door. He did. We got in the room and I told him to take off his clothes and kneel in front of me. He did. I had no idea how this was all coming to me so easily, but hey, I watch a lot of porn. So, I just went with it. While he was kneeling, I walked over to him and lifted my dress. I pressed his face into my pussy and he tried to get into a good position to lick it properly. I stepped up on my toes a bit and he held my ass and sucked my pussy to a screaming orgasm. Good, I thought, at least I got mine squared away. "Get on the bed. On your back," I told him. He did. I pushed his legs open and started to suck his dick. I was scraping my nails all over his thighs, making him writhe in pleasure beneath me then I reached over and grabbed the lube we'd just bought and smeared it around his asshole. He closed his eyes, and as I continued to suck him, I started pushing my finger in. He tensed up, but started to relax and moan as I pushed and twisted my finger in deeper. He tensed up as I got knuckle deep and I told him that if he couldn't take my finger, he definitely wouldn't be able to take the toy dick. I started moving my finger in and out, and he was moaning and grinding onto my finger as if he would cum any minute, so I stopped.

I asked him if he was ready for me to use the toy on him and he just moaned. I slapped him straight across the face. He was stunned. "I asked you a question," I nearly growled. "Are you ready to get fucked or what?" He said yes. "Yes, what?" I asked. "Yes, Mistress." Shit, I liked the sound of that. And he did too, his dick was rock hard and leaking a stream of precum. The Mistress shit got in my head and you would have thought I was a pro the way I quickly lubed up the fake dick and started to ease it in. I made him pull his legs up to his chest and I slapped the back of his thighs as I pushed the head in and started talking shit. I told him to stay still and take this fucking he had asked for. He stopped trying to back away from me and started to buck his hips and stroke his dick while I fucked him. By now, his lubed up ass was making sloppy sounds and I would tease him about a nasty boy he was and how I was going to fuck his ass until it was raw. When I started speeding up the fucking, I leaned over and sucked his dick on the tip of his dick, then sat back up and stared into his face while he seemed to drift off into ecstasy. I stopped only long enough to reposition myself onto his face so that he could suck this pussy while I finished him off. I sat on his face and leaned over him, fucking his ass faster as he licked and sucked my clit.

I came in his mouth, and his dick started pulsating, letting me know he would be right behind me. I lifted off his face and used both hands to simultaneously fuck his ass and stroke his dick. He was moaning like crazy and just before he came he clamped his mouth back onto my pussy and moaned the most delicious orgasm into my pussy...and all over my hands. As I sat up and let go, the toy plopped out of his ass and he let out a big sigh. I laid down next to him, reveling in this new experience (for me, at least) and wondered if he had enjoyed himself. "So, this isn't the last time we doing this, right?" he asked. I guess I got my answer. With this experience, I had opened Pandora's Box and since then, I've definitely expanded my dominating repertoire. Now, any poor schmuck to come my way doesn't stand a chance!

I am Poison Ivy, that's Mistress Ivy to you. Wasn't it a pleasure to meet me?

The Shop Is Closed!

2011-05-13T16:55:00.001-04:00

I know you may have been wondering what the fuck happened to me lately...Trust me, the story is a long, repetitive one. I'll give you the deal though, in a nutshell.

After ending my on again, off again relationship with Mr. Boombastic for the last time, I decided to evaluate my most recent team roster and see if there was anyone worth keeping around. There wasn't. Boombastic and I had a great sexual vibe and we liked hanging out together, but the line between fuck buddy and girlfriend started to get blurred. That may not have been a bad thing, but for the fact that there are fundamental issues between he and I that make a "real" relationship pretty impossible.

Now Hood Willy, aside from being dim as a 40-watt lightbulb, disrecpected me and my home last time he came by. The dick is good, but not good enough to trump respect and compensate for his ignorance. Gone.

There were also a couple guys on the bench that I really wasn't "dealing" with on that level, and since they were never interesting enough to make the starting lineup, I cut them too.

There is no shortage of men in Miami, I guess just a shortage of men I want to fuck with. Having come to this conclusion, I have decided to take a break from fucking until I run up on something "special". Ha! Let's see how this goes.

Especially since Cocaine's annual Memorial Day weekend visit is just around the corner...

So tell me, have you ever needed to take a celibacy break? How long did it last?

All of It

2011-03-28T16:01:00.002-04:00

I was thinking yesterday.

I was marveling. At how much it kept getting better. Over time.
I was wondering what I missed about it.

If I had to pick a thing. If I just couldn't say...EVERYTHING.

Is it your moaning?
That I miss most.
Or the tight pink peak of your nipples when you're aroused.

Is it the trashing?
Or the lightly red hair there. The musky smells. The sweetness. The simple joy in just laying my face there. Before I even taste you.

Is it the tension, deep in my belly? As soon as I put my hands on you. The wetness that forms between my own legs, as I begin to run my hands over your hips.

I wonder if it is the first breath I take when you're laying in front of me. Or the tiny bites up your thighs.
The first touch. The first moment my tongue touches you there. And I stop. Breathing deeply. Because it never disappoints. Because it's always better than the last time. And then the deep tasting. My eagerness. As though there won't be enough of you for me to have.

Is it burying my tongue there? Nibbling. Holding you between my tongue and upper lip. Keeping my hands on you. Touching you places where there is more of you to enjoy than meets the eye.
Is it how my tasting dispells myths. How you like to be laved everywhere. EVERYwhere. The outer and inner spaces. The space between. Your shivering, and writhing beneath my mouth. The sound of you...the rhythm of our call and response.

Is it putting my fingers inside as I'm tasting? And feeling you there. All of you. Incomprehensibly tight and open at once. Wet to dripping, wanting. Giving me so much in your surrender. More than I knew to find there. More than I knew to take. More. Than ever.

I don't want you less. I haven't forgotten. I remember. All of it.

What is one to do? When memories are like torture and the future lays ahead without solutions?

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The Drought is Over

2011-03-26T21:13:00.006-04:00

"I'll spare you the details but the drought is over."

My heart skipped a beat as the meaning behind his words begun to register. Things with his girlfriend had been rocky over the last few months and intimacy was almost non-existent. But now, now things had changed. I tried hard not to think of the details but I couldn't help it.

I imagined him slowly undressing her, as he had done me. Pushing her long curls behind her ears, cupping her face and slowly kissing her lips. Kissing all over her face. Returning to her lips and tonguing her.

Freeing her boobs from her bra with a quick hand motion, as he had done with me. Slowly sucking and licking each nipple in ways that I am not quite capable of describing. But the feeling was heavenly and brought instant wetness to my lower region.

I painfully imagined him making his way to her secret area and using her legs as earmuffs as he fed...

ENOUGH. No more imagining for me. It was too hurtful to further imagine. It's just that I view what WE share as sacred and special. Something that should not be shared with others. The irony of me not wanting to share is that he is not mine. Not fully. As I am the other woman, she is unknowingly sharing him with me. I guess I'm fine with this because it benefits me but I have a problem sharing. I don't want to share him. I want him all to myself. I love him, he loves me but it's "complicated."

A few hours after our phone convo, I was able to compose myself and give the situation some greater thought. I sent My Guy a text message, "I'm not gonna give you grief baby. I understand. Really I do. The platonic side of me is very happy for you. You deserve peace at home. You deserve to look fwd to going home. You deserve to be desired by your primary. You deserve to have sex initiated. You deserve to spend the night making luv and being made luv 2. You deserve a strong connection - mental, physical and emotional. I won't begrudge u these things baby - I won't. "

It seems I need to accept that these are the feelings that come with Reticent Love. :-(

What do you do when you have no right to feel how you feel?

Geek Sexual Adventures

2011-03-19T23:35:00.010-04:00

I pride myself on my adventurous tastes in terms of sexual partners. I enjoyed so many different flavors, and tastes but I never had a geek for a lover. I define a "geek" as the guy wearing glasses, talking computer code for come-on lines, and obsessing over the latest tech gadget or software. They find more pleasure in talking to the computer than talking to people.

So imagine my surprise when I encounter a handsome African-American geek hosting a fight party at his home. I'll name him "QT-Geek". Throughout the night, I spied QT-Geek eying me and I doing the same to him. A few times, he caught me in a corner and sparked crazy conversation about his current work project (computer jargon I failed to understand). As the night wore on, I found myself the last to leave. As I gather my coat, he says, "could you stay so I can get to know you better?" As a sweet southern belle, of course I complied. We talked for hours about various topics. He was well versed in politics, television (we shared a mutual love for True Blood), and sex. As night turned to dawn, we ended the night with a wet kiss and exchange of digits.

For the next few months, we encountered each other at events all over town. So, on Superbowl weekend, we ran into each other again and decided to expound on our conversation physically.

First, QT-Geek is a sloppy kisser. He explores the mouth with his huge tongue that sometimes gets out of control and licks the face. Second, QT-Geek pulled several tricks out of his sleeve when we proceed to sexual pleasures. He teased my nipples ever so gently then began biting so hard that I actually came. He sucked my nipples, breasts, and gave me several hickeys. (Who still gives hickeys in 2011?). QT-Geek was somewhat rough when he removed my clothing. He pulled my jeans down, slightly ripping my thong, and with slight force bending me over so he may insert his penis into my anal canal. While he grind my anal jewels, he held my arms behind me and instructed me on when and how to moan. I was not sure if this was the same guy who entertained me with tales from his work at a computer giant or made me laugh with some of his corny jokes.
Next, I found myself bound by his firm grip on the floor with my nipples gripped by his teeth. He continued to suck, bite, and pull my nipples until I came again. Whenever he came up for air, he instructed me to "stop wiggling" or "be still". He told me that resistance leads to further "punishment". This "punishment" continued for several hours between anal sex, doggie style play with my pussy, and titty punishment.
Once I said "uncle", he released me. QT-Geek took me into a bear hug and planted kisses on my lips and face. So, I received pleasure and pain in one night from a geek gentleman with a large kink sex drive.
So dare I say, I found my kink match....
Should this sweet southern belle continue to receive punishment from QT-Geek?
Do we need to establish rules to continue this "punishment' play?
Since I enjoyed this sexual adventure, am I still a southern belle?

Anal Play and Slay

2011-03-19T16:30:00.012-04:00

Big Sexy (BSx) and I were spooning on the right side of the bed and I got aroused. My body immediately began to gyrate, my ass pressing into his groin. Soon he was pinching my nipples and I was uncontrollably rocking back into his crotch. "Give me a kiss," he said in his gruff voice that was too capable of melting me. Maintaining my spooning position, I turned my head around, looking deeply into his eyes and began to tongue him. All the while I was still grinding my ass into his crotch. He pulled away from our kiss, reached down and shimmied down my lace boy-shorts panties. I assisted by kicking them off.

I grinded deeper and deeper against his fully-erect manhood and he pushed into me. "GASP." He was at the entrance of my ass and not my pussy. He spooned me tighter and I felt the pressure of his tip against my asshole. Between the effects of gravity on his 250lb muscular body and the width of his control-taking cock, I was really feeling the pressure. He pushed harder and harder, going slightly deeper and deeper with every stroke. Because I was mentally relaxed and excited, my anal muscles were relaxed, allowing for easier entry. I gasped through every stroke, caught at the crossroad between pleasure and pain. I just knew that my nails would destroy the bed linens because I was grabbing and digging into them so tightly in order to cushion the anal blows that Big Sexy was inflicting with every stroke.

BSx: "You okay baby?,"
Me: Yeeessssssss," I managed to moan.
BSx: "You don't look like you're alright baby. You don't look like you're okay."
Me: "I am," I quivered as he slowly penetrated me further
BSx: "I don't think so baby. I'm gonna stop."
Me: "NOooooo, I want to continue," I said. I really wanted to experience this with him and this was as a good a time as any.
BSx: "I'm not going to move. I'm going to stay still and you do what you can – what you're comfortable with."

His concern for me and lack of selfishness was a turn on. I wanted to give myself to him wholly. Thus my response to his question was not verbal but physical. I shifted my weight onto my upper body, planting my arms firmly into the mattress, slightly lifted my ass of the bed and pushed back onto his cock, taking it into my ass as deep as I could. I slide up and down a few times so his tip could penetrate me further and further. Soon, I felt his cock break my initial anal barrier and my muscles wrap around his shaft.

After BSx saw that I could handle him, he switched to deep strokes. He slew me like I was a bull and he was a matador. I thoroughly enjoyed my anal death. Moans and mutterings from him like, "Your ass feels so fucking good baby," made me wilder and encouraged me to push into him deeper. I bounced by butt cheeks off his crotch and cock like a rubber ball.

I enjoyed every aspect of the experience with Big Sexy. Can't wait to do it again!

When's the last time, you were anally slayed?

Pretty Boy Blue

2011-02-05T11:47:00.004-05:00

Pretty Boy Blue

didn't know what to do

when he got to Pinkvixxen's house

So he took off his shirt

and flexed his tattoos

then proceeded to eat her out...

Now Pretty Boy Blue

was a scholar in bed

but that's about where the brains stop

He had a good job

but fucked it up with fraud

and now works as a factory cog...

Pretty Boy Blue

and his blue collar dick

have Pinkvixxen giddy with glee

'Cause brains or not

if that dick hits the spot

then his dumbass is straight with me!

When it comes to lovers, how important is intellect to you?

I'm Sayin' Doe!

2011-01-31T01:47:00.010-05:00

I love a man who can hold up his end of a stimulating conversation, has a college boy vibe and an open mind. Mr. Clean Cut can turn me on with his entrepreneurial prowess, articulate speech and cultured social life. He's good in bed, and likely a freak, but often times a girl gets bored with Mr. Clean Cut, he's nice, but every now and then a girl needs to get her hands dirty!

-Enter Hood Willy-

I have becoming increasingly unhappy with the current "relationship" that I'm in, and recently decided to open up my options and find a possible new buddy. It always seems as if just when one man fucks up, another one lucks up, and little did I know, I would run up on someone new sooner, rather than later. I reconnected with this old friend of mine, we go way back to grade school. He's a cutie. Nice full lips, caramel complexion, nice package...and straight up hood fabulous!! He lives in the heart of the inner city, but he's smart, and his family is educated, but he chose to rebel and run the streets, even dabbling briefly in pharmaceuticals and other unsavory dealings. He has a "Fuck the World" attitude, Miami-hood drawl and about 13 tattoos on his body, including a full head shot of his mother's face on his chest, with her name in cursive underneath. How sweet.

Hood Willy is a thug. He drives a car that screams, "Dope Boy," with it's blacked out tints and driver's seat leaned all the way back. He is always rocking a fitted cap and his LL-esque habit of lip licking keeps his gorgeous pink lips unusually moist. He is actually very cute, his pretty boy face belies the thuggish lifestyle he lives, but as soon as he opens his mouth. Oh yeah, homie is definitely from round the way.

Immediately, there was a mutual flirtation, which led to an invite to come by and "catch up," and within the First 48 ;-), we were sitting on my couch, sipping cognac, laughing and reminiscing on the old days--minutes away from fucking. He has a slick sense of humor, and kept me laughing and blushing, as this was only turning me on more. Did I mention, how cute he was? After the conversation slowed down to more suggestive subject matter, I peeped his bulge start to grow and he started rubbing circles on my thigh. It seemed like homie was scared to make the first move, so I stood up and asked him if we were going to do the damn thing or what? It didn't take a second before he was up on his feet and following me to the bed. I laid down and he licked his lips and then got between my legs to start to lick mine. He had mentioned to me how much he had liked to eat pussy, which typically raises alarms that he may have a small dick, but upon further inspection, it wasn't bad at all. It wasn't ginormous like Mr. Boombastic, but shawty knew how to work it!

Hood Willy ate my pussy for a long ass time. He made me cum over and over and every time I cam to enough to open my eyes, I caught his eyes locked on me. He hadn't stopped looking the whole time. You may remember me mentioning it before in a previous group post, but Mellow used to do that, and drive me fucking crazy! Hood Willy kept going at my pussy for about 3 orgasms and then starting moving his lips up my body, kissing my thighs, stomach, stopping to suck my nipples with a hungry man's voracity and then up to my lips, where I could still taste myself on his breath. Mmm.

Then he commenced to fuck.the.shit.out.of.me. No, seriously, I had truly underestimated this guy. I never thought that I could be pleased by a dick less that 10 inches. Hood Willy proved that he could get it in. And in. And in! He had your girl gone. At one point, I think he was fucking me so hard, some of his ghetto transferred to me and I yelled, in my best 'Shanequa' accent, "Oh shit! I'm FINNA cum!"

When I rode his dick, he pulled me down to lean over him so that he could return to assaulting my nipples. We kissed deep and sloppy and then I sat up, bucking my hips and riding his dick like a pro. I was working it so hard, when I looked down at his chest, his mother's face seemed to be raising her eyebrows at me, as if to say, "You better not hurt my baby, hussie!" I tried to tune out his mother's stern-looking stare as I brought the last one home and collapsed onto his chest.

After we finished, we lay there catching our breath, both surely wondering how we got from two 3rd grade friends to this. But who cared? I threw him a towel and he wiped off his balls-region and got dressed. I threw on a shirt and we had one more drink before I sent him home. Before he got downstairs to his car he was already texting me about when would be the next time he could come lay it down.

It was great, and did I mention....I'm Back!!

Have you ever had a craving for some "thug passion"?

Opening up

2011-01-30T13:15:00.001-05:00

I'm sick. Cared for. Fed a hefty medicine cup full of Nyquil, covered in a methol-eucalyptus rub, tucked under blankets and asleep. Then I'm not. I'm awake. And I can hear them on the bed next to me. Her whispering. He asking. A call and response I know well. A year ago I might have smiled. Turned over. Joined. A year ago, I would not be listening or wondering, calculating the meaning behind the hushed words.

It was my idea. My request. It was I who convinced him four years ago, that our relationship should be open. Me. Soaked in Deborah Anapol, Dossie Easton and Tristan Taormino. Arguing the perils of monogamy. Me. No longer willing to allow a dominant discourse to dictate the way I lived my life. No longer willing to be a victim of infidelity. Choosing, I felt, mind over matter. The power of my intellect to rule my heart. Believing a higher understanding would to guide us to a place where we could truly be happy. Committed. And free?

He believed me. I believed myself. We soldiered forward. I laid in our bed watching him, devour our first, then second, third. I knew finally, for certain that I was okay. No longer theoretical, it held. Then a girlfriend. His. Mine. His. Mine. Almost ours. It was as I envisioned. Mostly. Ego intact. Loving just as deep. Free?

Next to me on the bed. View obscured by the edge of a pillowcase I hear them. Heart beating loudly in my chest, breath caught, I can feel the sensation awakened in the pit of my stomach, dormant so long, yet familiar and always unwelcome. Fear. Jealousy? Is there a meaning here I can't see? Wrapped up in their words, in his thrusts, in her moans, in her acquiesce to everything he utters, in her words, is there more? A question to which the answer is known. Yes.

They are finished. And he turns toward her, twists his body into hers. Legs covering, head on chest. Sighs. She gets up and walks into our bathroom. I have held myself still. Now. I turn. Grab a glass of water. Drink. Lay my head back down on my pillow. Close my eyes and beg for sleep. Did I do that so that I could take a breath? Did I do that so he would know? I heard?

In the morning, feeling his hands on my thighs, pulling down my pajama bottoms, stroking me, asking permission in his way, I ask myself. Is it a sense of fairness that propels him? Or. Is it because he craves me? Is It wanting?!And I cannot believe at once, that the question was asked. I cannot. And more, I cannot believe that the answer is unknown.

I betrayed my husband. And now he loves his girlfriend. As I love mine. And everything. Is different.

How do you find your way...when everything is lost?

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We Crossed the Line

2011-01-21T11:34:00.008-05:00

So I tried and failed to be just his friend. We'd been spending too much time together talking, hanging out and discussng the problems in his relationship. I lent him my ear and then unfortunately my tongue.

Two weeks ago, on a Tuesday, we were driving home and he put his hand on my leg. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my leg and I just knew we were going to exchange our first kiss. "Ring Ring," the phone rang and it was his girlfriend. I took that as a sign and we didn't discuss this exchange on Wednesday but each day things seem to get progressively worse in terms of crossing the line. Last week Thursday, while hanging out, we crossed the line in a major way.

After, he asked me how I felt? I didn't know how to respond. I honestly replied that I enjoyed it. Yet there was something a bit unsettling.

I don't know what to think. We might always want to do this.

Will he think of me differently? Will he think differently of the friendship potential? Can we go back and act like this never happened?

We crossed the line. I'm in shock.

I feel guilty. Can I still rationalize that we haven't had sex? This is not fair. This has got to stop. Definitely. Maybe.

What am I afraid of? I'm afraid we've crossed the line of no return. I'm afraid our friendship has been jeopardized. I'm afraid he'll enjoy this portion of our connection so much he'll seek it elsewhere (think jumpoff vs girlfriend); I'll be out of the loop and our "relationship" will suffer. I'm afraid I've pushed him into an uncomfy zone - one where he'll need to back away while he figures things out. I'm afraid I may have jeopardized a good-on-its-way-to-great relationship.

I'm afraid to share these feelings with him because I don't want to increase his load. I know my role as the Other Woman and I'm not sure it allows for this level of emotions and relationship-esque dealings. Last night I misted up and felt a wave of sadness when he said we would not and could not have sex because he could not go that far. I don't have the right to have these kind of emotions and place demands on him. The fact that I do scares me.

I may need to back away while I figure things out and allow for him to do the same. To be clear, I'm not referring to backing away from the friendship just the benefits.

I wonder how he feels.

The Other Woman

2011-01-11T13:28:00.007-05:00

Being the other woman is not easy. It is a lonely existence. Most people don't understand and are not willing to be open-minded. I don't blame them, I used to be on the same page until I crossed over.

My guy is not MY guy. He belongs to another. Our casual friendship spans about a year and our deeper friendship, a few months. Things are getting heated. While we have not crossed the line, we are certainly in emotional cheating territory because he has a girlfriend.

Even as just his "friend," I feel I am playing the role of The Other Woman. He lives with his gfriend and I can't text or call too late or too often. This should not be a problem because we are just friends. We ARE just friends. We are supposed to be just friends. I think if I say (write) it enough it will be true. I hope.

As adults we are expected and empowered to make decisions that can change our lives and impact the lives of many. Some decisions as simple as going to work or others, like deciding not to encroach on another woman's relationship.

On one hand, I feel it's my duty as a black woman, Christian and a person who believes in the Golden Rule, to steer another woman's man in the right direction. At the minimum, to not help him have an affair. Definitely not to be the person he has an affair with. It shouldn't matter that the couple may be having problems, or that my intentions are "innocent," or that neither of us are "looking for something serious." On the other hand, is HIS relationship really my problem? I'm not trying to be disrespectful - I'm just living in the moment. Our friendship makes my days just a bit brighter.

What would I like done to me? Probably not what I am doing. How do I separate my moral beliefs from my carnal desires? I don't know.

He is sitting next to me as I blog. I feel an electric connection.

My pussy yearns.

My heart skips a beat.

Although, I take deep breaths. I can't breathe. Can't get enuf oxygen.

I just want to hug him. Hold him. Kiss him. Taste him. Make love to him. Fuck him.

"Breathe," I tell myself as I type feverishly in an effort to get this all out.

I will be his friend. I will be his friend. I will be his friend.

I will try to be just his friend.

Have I lost my mind!?!?

2011-01-04T16:48:00.001-05:00

Happy New Year!

One of my resolutions is to be more communicative on this blog. I'd like to learn more about our readers and reconnect with my fellow bloggers. It is with this spirit that I share my dilemma and ask for your advice.

I think I have lost my f'ing mind. My relationship with one of my coworkers, has truly crossed the line. We are sharing inappropriate text messages and images. We are even planning an "outing" to two local swingers clubs so we can "observe" and laugh at other people.

My recent nickname for this coworker is Teddy because I imagine his body, especially his developed muscles, wrapped tightly around me.

Thus far, Teddy and I have been platonic, though his live-in girlfriend has vehemently expressed discomfort with our closeness. Funny enough, Teddy and I only hang out at work (though sometimes for hours after our official days have ended), talk on the phone and text each other. We haven't kissed or caressed or done anything physical. Well nothing short of me coping a feel by poking or shoving him.

Truth be told, what I really want to do is hug my "Teddy" bear tight, kiss his neck, lick his ear, slide my hand up his back to behind his ear and then push/pull his head closer to mine for a kiss and much more. I'm at a dangerous stage of desiring to spend a long night or better yet, a weekend with him.

Whereas in the past, I just wanted him to eat my pussy. I didn't wanna fuck. Wasn't interested in any other foreplay - no nipple pinching, no kissing, fuck caressing. Nothing, nada but straight pussy feasting. I used to get moist just thinking about his hands brushing against my hips as he stripped me of my panties. All I wanted was for his face to be buried deep in between my legs - slurping, sucking, tugging, licking my walls CLEAN. Leaving no trace of my sweet nectar. When I was done and had nothing more to give vaginally, I wanted him to plant a loud kiss signaling the end of his vaginal meal, followed by him orally engraving his name on my thighs using sweet kisses and nibbles. Though very appealing, these sexual thoughts are bound to get me in trouble!

The problem is that I have a husband and Teddy has a girlfriend. Though my partner and I are open, I don't want to bring this to him....just yet. As open as we are, I can't imagine hubby approving the outings to two swinger clubs that Teddy and I have planned. So instead we both plan to hide this from our partners. I feel (know??) that I am kidding myself - "everyone knows" how this story is likely to end but MAYBE Teddy and I will be able to just "observe" and talk shit all night.

Ever been on a slippery slope that you know will most likely only lead to trouble?? Did you manage to get off? What should I do??

HNT: I am Thankful for...

2010-11-25T23:10:00.005-05:00

So, today as I'm sure many people did, my partner and I were discussing the things that we were thankful for. While my list scripted of the typical family, friends love and health, my partner's list was a little more along the lines of your ass, your breasts, your mouth, your pussy!

"C'mon, I'm serious. Be serious!"

"I am serious! I am thankful for you babe, and thus everything about you that makes me crazy! From your sense of humor … to your nipples! Ooooh...baby you know I fucking love your nipples! I love sucking your nipples, just pulling them and flicking them and watching you squirm. You know you love when I suck your nipples. Aren't you thankful that we both love your nipples?"

"Yeah. I think it's pretty safe to say I'm DAMN thankful for that babe." (I have to admit, I'm a bit of a nipple whore; any nipple play is likely to have me confessing my deepest, darkest secrets.)

"See! It's great to be thankful for the big things, you just should be thankful for the little BIG things too!"

All that nipple talk and the then empty bottle of wine that was being rolled between my thighs, led to the conclusion of a great Thanksgiving Day!

So, during this holiday season, I encourage you to be thankful for the 'little BIG' things!

Happy Thanksgiving and Happy HNT!

What 'little BIG' things are you thankful for?

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countertop: finding power in being bottomed

2010-11-12T16:09:00.010-05:00

i’m sitting on the counter in my kitchen, feeling a little like a young girl; legs swinging. she’s cooking and moving easily around my space. the kitchen is her domain, for sure. she’s cheerily telling me some story to which i’m not actually listening. how could i be? she's at my place for the evening, and it’s been too long since we last spent time together. i see her mouth moving. there are words dancing out of it that i’m not hearing. it’s smiling the way it does when she says something she’s particularly satisfied with, and i can only imagine that mouth on me. she moves near to where i am but then away, busy assembling ingredients for the dinner we’re going to make together. my anticipation and hunger for her, not our dinner, is growing. i smile back and wait.

it would be accurate to say that in my relationships with women in the past, i have been a total top. dominant, to be sure. the driver, always. the top both literally and figuratively. i’m never beneath. never bottomed. rarely too open. never overexposed. not so much with this girl. so the waiting for her to move is new for me, and surprisingly exhilarating and delicious.

she comes close to where i’m sitting. she leans down and reaches for spices from the cabinet adjacent to my swinging legs; her generous palm landing casually on my thigh. finally, she touches me! i shift a little under her hand from excitement, and to tell her i’m wanting. she almost always listens to my telling, which is maybe part of what makes the vulnerability of saying, safe, for a new bottom like myself. rising up she looks at me with her mischievous eyes that i love so much. she grins and kisses me full on my mouth. at first the kiss seems simply to be an acknowledgment that i’m there, before she returns to her task... her full soft lips lightly on mine. but instead she lingers there. pressure on my mouth harder. her whole body leaning a little into mine. my legs that she’s standing between sliding open just a bit, to welcome her. her soft pink tongue brushes my lips, taking a taste. savoring. a sigh escapes my lips. we open our eyes. smile. she moves away and returns to the food and her story.

this taste of her only serves to make me more distracted. animatedly, she’s telling her tale. she’s laughing, arms waving as she talks, the way they do. all i see is her dark chocolate brown skin that i want to feel next to mine. the space between her neck and collar bone where i love to bury my face and breathe. my favorite part of her back that slopes and sways and invites my hand to rest there; my mouth to kiss it. her lovely round ass that i can nearly feel spilling out of my hands…wonderfully too much to hold all at once. her thick thighs that make my mouth water as i imagine what lies nestled between them. i take a deep breath and shift again on the cool counter top. our eyes meet and i know she sees me hungry. wanting. still waiting, i’m perhaps getting impatient.

sometimes this new locale of mine….more toward the bottom… is positively exhilarating: the not knowing where i’m going… the waiting and wanting… the not being the one driving… letting her do the bidding? ya....new and mostly exciting. but other times it makes me feel a little out of my depth. vulnerable? for me, there has been control and power…thus safety? security? being the one on top. being the one who directs the movement. that’s the place i’ve always inhabited. it’s comfortable for me there. openly wanting? letting her see that? is not only sometimes frightening, but certainly seems to be something i want to feel and also want to give her. this phenomenon is inexplicable and without any other context, in my world. and watching her respond… take care of? getting her to do what i want? seems to somehow pass back to me some of the power i might have thought was being given up. this is essentially completely challenging my existing notions of top/bottom dominant/submissive powerful/weak strong/vulnerable. i’m discovering that the line between top and bottom is sometimes quite blurry.

she strolls toward me, for what i assume is more seasoning, or some desperately needed kitchen utensil for whatever it is she’s concocting. meanwhile, i’ve forgotten entirely about the dinner. or could it be that maybe she’s coming near for more touching and kissing? instead she ambles right past me. i sigh a little. frustrated. kind of starving and perhaps pouting, some. maybe even slightly embarrassed that my wanting is so evident and she’s perhaps ignoring? still on my kitchen counter perch, i don’t even turn around to see where she’s gone.

when she reappears within my view, in her hand i see a round, beige cushion. she drops it nonchalantly onto the floor in front of where my feet are dangling. without saying a word, she kneels on it in front of me. my breath stops short in my throat, as i anticipate where she’s going. i’m relieved that my need isn’t going to be overlooked. i think i’m about to become the appetizer and i’m positively giddy about that realization.

she looks up at me eyebrows raised, confidently places her hands on my knees, and spreads my legs open wider. her hands slip knowingly under my cotton skirt, sliding it up, exposing snowy white thighs that i’m sure she can feel trembling. her hands reach behind me and authoritatively pull me closer to her face. lifting up the front of my skirt, she again spies the irreverent patch of red that hides there, and she giggles. i love that.

i am wet and short of breath and more than ready for her mouth to find me. i wiggle forward on the counter top tipping my hips a little skyward, to be more within her reach. she leans in between my legs, inhales deeply and sighs. i know she’s hungry. in this position i feel vulnerable: exposed and open. i feel powerful: her on knees before me… beneath me, clearly wanting. i spread my legs and move further forward as she dives between my thighs to take her first taste. the familiar moan comes from deep in her throat. the one i almost always hear when her lips first touch mine. there. it simultaneously makes her dominant and not, and i’ve come to wait for it. i long to hear it.

she takes her time. her slippery tongue laps up the wetness that she finds there between my legs, causing me to shiver. gently at first, she licks my clit and then pulls it between her tongue and top lip. she begins to suckle. my hips are involuntarily rocking in rhythm with her movement: back, forth, back, forth. the backs of my thighs resting on each of her shoulders now, i reach back to brace myself on the counter. a breathy sigh escapes my lips. she answers back with a moan. i remember her words; that i’m ‘the most delicious she’s ever tasted,’ and push myself further into her mouth. i’m singing…sighing…moaning. first cum is approaching. i can feel it creeping up inside. i know she knows it too. the tips of my toes are beginning to tingle. there is heat rising in my flushed cheeks as she rocks me not-so- gently on the cold granite kitchen counter. tremors are taking over my legs as i get closer to the edge. sucking harder, her teeth sharply graze my clit and it’s all over. colors explode behind my closed eyelids. as i cum in her mouth, my thighs are shaking. my vagina throbs and pulses and drips wet. she holds on tight to my ass so i can’t get away, as she dives further into my pussy... drinking in every sweet drop. where her fingers pressed hard into my pale skin will be left the bruises i adore. bruises that i will later run my fingers over, tender and sore, and remember this yummy exchange between us.

catching my breath, i hang my head….deliciously foggy and satisfied…for a minute. for now. i mean, i am a redhead. ; ) and i’ll be wanting again, soon. her head rests heavily on my thigh…long graceful fingers reverently stroking my hip. power and vulnerability exists for each of us in this space, where the distance between top and bottom is shorter than i ever imagined.

When's the last time your top was bottomed?

HNT: I am OH-SO Thankful For...

2010-11-11T11:49:00.003-05:00

Turkey, Pumpkin Pie and..

“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.”

- Anais Nin

Happy happy HNT!
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PSA

2010-11-09T17:54:00.000-05:00

Hello? Is there anybody out there?

Hellooooooooooo?

Hello?

SILENCE

We know. It's been far too quiet.

Give us a few days.

We'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming.

fuck me, sunshine

2010-09-19T00:16:00.005-04:00

long quiet weekend away
visiting friends
gracious home…beautiful grounds
mango cocktail--lovingly made by my host
now nearly gone
liquor deliciously warming my chest and belly

me
supine on my chaise
intoxicating cornflower blue sky
summer sun blazing
hot

thoughts of her drifting in
my girl
missing her so

bent knees...soles of my feet rest on sizzling canvas cushion
legs parting slightly
allowing sun's rays
to creep quietly between my thighs
aaaaaahhhh
shock of warmth
there
fuck me, sunshine

daydreaming
her full soft lips on mine
pulling my bottom lip into her mouth

open legs wider
pussy drinking in sunshine
hot
wet
hungry
wanting

she
serious eyes turn mischievous
kissing me
feasts on my mouth hungrily
my neck
pink nipples
a sigh escapes her lips

tip my hips skyward
reaching for the sun
seeking her mouth
fuck me, sunshine

ease legs open a bit more
sun burning sweetness between my thighs
ablaze now
audible moan slips out of my throat
recalling her mouth on me
there
her lips
tongue
wrapped around my clit
suckling… pulling… teasing… relentless
then her teeth.. Mmmmmmmm… the teeth!
siiiigh

open legs the widest
rays reach inside me
warmth radiates deep
hips rocking slow
her tongue thick
soft
warm
seeking my center
me...panting now
fuck me, sunshine

my host returns
smiling
standing over me
pitcher in hand
to mercifully refill my glass.

When was the last time someone had you as hot as the summer sun?

Caretaking

2010-09-15T13:25:00.000-04:00

Trust is not something that is given. Trust is something that you earn.

So much of the poly lifestyle is about trusting. Do I trust my partner to be honest with me? Do I trust my lover to respect the boundaries of our relationship? Do I trust myself to not become jealous? Do I trust myself to not love too hard, too soft, too blind, too broad?

What does it mean…to take care of someone you love? I used to know the answer to that question. It came in the form of selfless devotion - acquiescence without regard for self. A level of giving and gift that could not be matched or likely returned ever. That is to a large degree simply who I know myself to be, and so the doing was not hard, it was an extension of my best self. It was the only way I knew.

But what happens when self is reborn? When needs change, when devotion takes on a new tenor? How to take care when the caring seems in part to require losing? A bit of you.

If I am honest I will admit to having failed a bit miserably the last few months. Failed to be the version of me I know. The version I like and respect. The lover I prided myself in being. To have been selfish. To have mistreated. To have violated trust. To have hurt deep and repeatedly.

So where is the corner? And how can I make the turn? Not to go back, but to move ahead in some new direction. To find a space where all possible. I am looking, nearly every moment it seems. For somewhere other than here. More certain. More clear. More sustainable.

I don’t have directions, or even so much as a compass. There is no map. How to find my way then?

Have you ever wanted to be somewhere else but had no idea how to get there?

Feeling the Charge

2010-09-05T01:01:00.001-04:00

You've denied this part of yourself for a long time...so long it hurts to think about it, and not the good kind of hurting. Not the pain you're looking for tonight.

Everything has happened so fast these last few weeks. Max would disagree, would look at you and remind you of how very patient he's been, waiting until you were ready for him. Ready for this.

Ready to give up control.

It is still new between the two of you. Only one previous date, but a lot of talking and texting and some phone sex and real sex and a deep connection and this....this other connection. This need and trust and knowing. When his beast meets yours.

Later, you'll send him a poem by a friend, with the refrain "I am the beast beneath fair skin."

But now, you're watching, waiting. Taking your cues from him. You've played before of course, but again, it has been a long time. And you've never ever tried this before.

He's already stripped off your skirt and top, and seemed pleased at the little lacy thing you picked up this weekend. You're still wearing it. And the fishnet stockings.

He puts on music, and you're thankful for it, sure that otherwise he could hear your heart beat.

He plugs in the toy, and at first its just a kind of glowing ball of electricity, like the ones at children's museums you remember.

He walks...no...no he stalks you, his prey. You know he can feel your apprehension, and you hope he can feel the excitement as well.

*ZZZZZZZZZZZZAP* The little ball of electricity makes contact with your arm. You jolt, more in surprise than anything else, and then you lie down again, quietly, watching. You haven't had time to think about what you're feeling.

*ZZZZZZZZZZZAP* down your side, and its like this wispy little lace teddy isn't even there at all. Its a biting, pinching, needle-feeling. It feels like getting shocked. Of course it does. And shockingly enough, you like it.

*ZAP* again. Again. Again. Down your thighs, between your legs, just not close enough... and the current is running through you, warm and welcome and punishing and pulsing, and sooner than you know it your pussy is soaking and your hips are thrusting....you'd ride that damn bulb if he'd let you.

And he stops. You gasp, and look up, trying not to make eye contact, trying to be a good submissive, but you want to know what's going on.

He speaks....and his voice is different. You've always liked his voice, from the beginning, from before, but this is different. Soft but firm....velvet wrapped around iron, or like a Ferrari tire running over fine gravel.

"Just wait."

You'd wait years. He pulls off the bulb, and adds a different attachment, a long ...probe. This will focus the electricity a bit more, you realize.

After he sends electricity running through you with the long shaft, you're panting. And he isn't done. Out comes something that looks...that IS...a small glass rake. You gasp, and realize you're nowhere near apprehensive. You're needy and wanting and wet and ready for whatever he wants.

Again he starts with your arms, raking your skin, sending hotwhitepurplesharp sparking all the way through you...all the way to You, your core, the part you've hidden so long you sometimes pretended it wasn't there. He's raking down your stomach now, teasing your shaved pussy area, and you can't help it anymore, you arch and gasp and cum, riding this beautiful lightning streaking through your body.

And he isn't done.

The next attachment comes out. Is that...tinsel? It looks like a duster made out of tinsel and you stifle a giggle and then OH SHIT. A thousand tiny fingers of hot white electric lust shoot through you, and you cry out, a wordless aching cry.

He smiles. Like a jackal.

You'd told him your safeword before this all started, and you haven't said it yet. Truth be told, you've never said it (though later...not much later...this would change with Max.)

"More?"

Oh yes. Yes please. Yes Sir.

At some point the teddy is gone, but you leave the stockings on, and the garter.

There's a tiny metal wheel attachment next. You look closer, and see there are tiny spikes all over the wheel.

OH. SHIT.

In the five seconds it takes for him to attach the wheel to the charger and start working you over, you realize this is It. You've found your match, someone who doesn't play around with playing. Someone who is able to give you as much pain as you can handle, at long last. Someone who may be able to give you more than you can handle, and oh, you've ached for this.

And then all your thoughts are gone and he's running that wheel over your pale tender skin, causing your blood to boil and your breath to cease and your mind to start floating away on pure sensation. There are hot angry red trails running across your arms, your breasts, your belly and thighs, but you don't care....your body arches and you come again and again.

And he's not done.

He takes off the wheel, and he does something and then tucks the charger into the back of his jeans. He spreads your legs apart, and there's that Ferrari voice again...

"Don't arch."

And you realize a second too late what he's doing. Not that you'd stop him. Oh, not ever.

His tongue laps at your shining clit, and you can see the blue arch of electricity a second before you feel it and OH OH OH you're cumming and shaking from trying not to move too much and oh gods he's doing it again.

The endorphins are kicked up so high you really do feel like you're floating away, and you don't even register it when he carries you into the bedroom and strips off his clothes, but you come down enough to arch and thrust and push and clench when and cum, again and again and again, until one final time, when he looks you in the eye and growls, and you haven't said it yet, and you're still the same kick ass woman you've always been, but you're also irreversibly, His.

And for months, you can't stop telling people about the wonders of the violet wand.

When was the last time you were jolted into a new experience?

...and all that JAZZ!

2010-08-10T21:55:00.004-04:00

It’s hard, living in such a small town, to play the way you want to. Even with an understanding boyfriend, it’s as if I’m stifled by the constraints of my not- so- modern- day society. With the past experiences I‘ve had with females, I’ve always kept them as drive-bys. I’m always very clear that I have a boyfriend and that I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m not bragging by any means but seriously, I seem to have a strange effect on the girls; they tend to want more than I can offer. So since I’ve moved back home I’ve tried to show restraint and avoided them (girls and encounters) all together. But alas old habits die hard.
Completely put out by the usual bar hopping, I reluctantly ventured out with friends a few weeks ago to the local rainbow watering hole. Figuring maybe I’d see something that would tease me or whom I could tease without actually getting myself into trouble I went in not expecting much of anything but a good time with my boys. As usual the music was great and the girls and boys were out to play in all their night marauder regalia. While I found my groove in the corner I started looking around the room taking in my surroundings. All the regulars were here it seemed and so I let loose and slipped into oblivion. I started dancing and losing myself in the music when all of a sudden I felt eyes on me-- hot, hungry eyes. I looked across the bar but saw no one. Paranoia is a bitch! I’m way too antsy…SHOT! Pronto!
I knocked back a shot and had just started dancing with my friend JB when he said to me,

“She is eating you alive, sis!”
“Who?”
“I dunno- new trade! My 1, your 7. Going to investigate.”

I turned trying to subtly glance over my shoulder but I couldn’t see who he could’ve been talking about. All I saw was mostly regulars- two girlz- coupled up and a few boyz. The only one I didn’t know was a caramel skinned boy with a skater boy swagger. He had a lip piercing, full arm sleeves, ear gauges and was definitely not from here. He was pretty as hell! My boyz were gonna have a field day in here with him tonight! I noticed that JB had made his way over to the group and was chatting it up with the pretty boy. TYPICAL! JB smiled at me and then so did Pretty Boy. I smiled back and winked tossing up cheers with my drink before turning back to my boyz and continuing to dance. The sweaty, hot atmosphere was turning me on. My head was starting to swing and I could feel myself getting lost in my surroundings. My shirt was drenched and I was positive you could see my nipple piercings through my shirt, but I didn’t care. I unbuttoned the top button of my top to get some air to the girls and the sweat trickled down into my cleavage. As I reached in to mop it up I looked up and Pretty Boy was watching me across the bar. I bit my lip and threw him a face mimicking how hot it was. He licked his lips slowly and softly, smiled and nodded in agreement. Damn if I ever wanted to be a gay boy it was fucking now!
I was about to order another drink when, the bartender brought one over to me saying, “For you my dear…” and before I could ask from who, he gestured at the crowd “…from an admirer!” My eyes darted through the crowd looking to see a familiar face or at least someone looking to see my reaction—nothing! As I sipped my drink and danced to Ms Minaj’s Your Love, I felt a hand along the lower part of my back, heat against my neck and a low whisper in my ear.

“So, how much of a tease is it that the sexiest chick in here is not only straight, but taken!”

I turned to see what crazy ass friend of mine was fucking with me now and to my surprise it was the Pretty Boy! He had his head at a tilt and was looking down. I started to say Well I don’t see why either of those things would bother you when he licked his lips and smiled. Wait a minute- am I seeing right! I dabbed the sweat from around my eyes and licked my lips back. I was tipsy as hell and homie was looking better than a cold drink on a hot summer day! I replied,

“That is so fucked up! Where is that bitch, I need to have a word with her!”
He laughed, “Haha, Yeah you know I mean you!”
I giggled, “And just who may I ask am I teasing exactly?”
He raised his hand in the air claiming responsibility and a smooth raspy voice with a West Coast tinged accent rolled out.
“That’d have to be me, ‘cause I don’t think that anyone in here has been as busy watching you all night as I have. You from here?”

If he licked those lips one more time I might forget that my man was only a phone call away, embarrass myself and jump this gay boy! What was this anyway, what was his thing? Wait! Was he Bi, because fuck that shit, I don’t play that way! Just as I was about to get pissed off JB popped up behind him and started pointing at him while mouthing something--- something that looked a lot like That’s her!! I choked a little on my drink and pulled my attention back.

“Huh, yeah, I’m from here. You’re CLEARLY NOT!” I probed, “I’m Lexi by the way!”
“Jazz. Nice to meet you Lexi. I’ve been figuring out how to approach you without you being scared off all night. I know you don’t like girls but I had to tell you that I’ve been watching you all night and I think you are sexy as hell; your energy, your whole style—is just crazy! I just couldn’t leave here without telling you how jealous I am of your man, I’m not gonna crowd you but I really wanted to see you close up—ya know…” and she leaned in closer to my ear “see if you smell as good as you look!”

She licked her lips and then giggled- a bashful charming smile left on her face. Damn, damn, damn! Why is this bitch here trying me? I’m not usually even attracted to butch girls but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to know more, to hear more, and to taste those lips.

“Ay, so I know you not flying my way but we could be friends though?!”
I gave her a mean side-eye. She laughed.
“What? I have straight female friends—besides I can dream right?”

I bit my lip ordered two shots and two drinks—we downed the shots I grabbed the drinks handed her one and gestured for her to follow me outside onto the balcony. I didn’t know what way this was gonna go but I certainly didn’t need these bitches in here bearing witness.
We stood out there drinking and talking, smiling and flirting. I couldn’t even pretend that I wasn’t completely turned on and intrigued by this girl. She was unlike any girl I had ever been attracted to and I couldn’t explain my infatuation. The way she spoke, the way she stared in my eyes when she asked me questions, the way she kept finding excuses to get close to me. Her tattoos were just icing on the cake! Not butterflies or fairies, but instead flames, dragons and evil clowns lured me to touching her. Tracing them with my fingers, she trembled as my hands touched the tattoos on her neck. She turned to face me grabbing my hands, her lips just inches away from mine. Then she slid her hand up around the back of my neck and pulled me close to inspect the tattoo behind my ear she brushed her lips across it gently and a gasp escaped my lips. She pulled my face towards her and kissed my lips softly at first, almost hesitant. My head spun—her hands wrapped around me and pulled me closer to her kissing me harder. Stroking my neck and grabbing my hair firmly, she pulled back my head and lightly licked and nibbled my ear, my jaw, my neck, my chest. As her tongue plunged into my cleavage I swear I could hear a sizzle as the wetness from her tongue cooled the heat from my body. She had me pressed against the wall kissing me and rubbing me all over. Her hands slid down to my hips, under the curve of my ass, between my thighs slowly but surely stroking me, rubbing me, drawing the moistness through my black spandex. She grabbed my breasts in firm, gentle handfuls biting my nipples through my shirt and sliding down until her face was buried in my pussy. I was trembling under her touch, I wanted to rip my pants off and straddle her beautiful face riding it until I came all over it. She stood up again kissing me and pushing her tongue into my mouth.
I wanted her to taste me; I felt like I needed her to! I wanted her to slip her tongue deep into the wet pulsing crevices between my thighs and taste what she had done to me. As she slid her hands down my pants roaming towards the heat radiating from my pussy I held my breath, and as her fingers found my wetness slippery and tantalizing we both moaned- me in pleasure and her in lust!

“I wanna taste you so fucking bad! I have to taste you!” she gasped.

Just as I was about to tell her that I was ready right there and then, we were interrupted. JB cleared his throat. We both jolted to pull ourselves together, both still panting, hearts racing, clits pounding.

“Uh, sorry to break up the party but Jazz your friends are ready and were about to send out a search party…”
“Okay, thanx man! Tell them to gimme like five minutes?! Hey can you do me a huge favor, can you grab me a pen?”
“Will do!”

JB smirked at me gave me the Dr. Evil finger and disappeared back into the club. We both stared at each other longingly. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. There was no way we could leave together. It was bad enough that JB had witnessed this tryst. She held my hands tightly, and kissed my forehead, and then my lips. She put her forehead on mine, still stroking my breast.

“This is some bullshit! I have to see you again. I’m leaving tomorrow night but I’m staying at the Hotel by the Casino. I’m gonna give you my room number, if you can come by later or tomorrow, just call me. Please just try. Please, please try!”
“I will—I’ll try!”
She kissed my hands, my neck, my face. JB came back with a pen and paper and disappeared. Jazz’s entourage was downstairs and growing impatient.
“Come on Jazz, man! Ms. Thang ain’t playing your game no way!”
We laughed.
“I’m coming!!!” she called out.
She scribbled her hotel room number and her cell number in Cali.
“In case you can’t ya know, If I don’t … if you’re ever on my coast—EVER, you call me!?!”
I bit my lip and nodded. She kissed me hard one last time.
“Call me sometime?”
I nodded. As she got to the door she turned one last time, she put her fingers under her nose, and then slid her fingertips into her mouth. She closed her eyes and licked her lips.
“Damn—!”, she whispered.

I blushed, she smiled and like that she was gone. I watched her walk away from the balcony, my body still pulsing, my heart thumping. What the fuck was that? I slid down the wall, my head in my hands. What the FUCK was THAT? I opened my eyes at JB’s foot tapping next to me.
“Come on sister! Let’s get you a shot and let’s dish, ‘because you look like he just left with something of yours.”
“Yeah… but I’m not sure what it was!”

Has the unexpected ever left you feeling jolted to your core?

Dildo Delight

2010-08-01T03:01:00.010-04:00

It's 3am and I should be catching up on sleep. Instead, I'm up waiting for hubby to return home from the club. Tonight was a birthday celebration of a friend at a club in the City and I was not in the mood to attend because I was too tired.

Hubby must be having a blast because he has not responded to the text messages I sent a few hours ago asking if he was having a good time. I just upped the anty and texted him, "find a cute chick and bring her home." I'm sure I'll be receiving a call shortly asking if I'm high because although we're open and have an alternative lifestyle, we're not that open. LOL. For the record, I don't smoke.

I'm perusing Frederick's of Hollywood's website for new outfits. The one I currently have on is a sexy lavendar cami and short set and I can't wait for hubby to rip it off. Tonight feels like an anal night - I'm in the mood to be gently torn open. The Analease in on the side table along with the baby oil and I'm looking forward to hubby lubbing his dick with baby oil and moistening my anal opening with the Ease. The hardest part is the initial penetration and then it's easy street from there. I'm too horny to make love tonight so instead I'm mentally and physically excited about getting fucked - in the ass. :-)

I took a break from this post and poured baby oil over the smaller of my dildos until it was thoroughly wet and dripping. I turned on my side until I found a comfortable angle in which to insert the dildo. Initial discomfort set in but I literally pushed past the pain until all 5 inches fit in comfortably. After a few minutes, the dildo felt nonexistent so I upped the ante to the larger dildo. WHOA-big difference. I tried to ram it in but that didn't work - it was too wide with a circumference of 5-6 inches (see for yourself in the pic). I recoiled in pain and then slowly and rhythmically inserted it and pulled it out. My moans grew deeper as the pain from forcing the large dildo into my ass turned into pleasure.

It's now almost 5am, I'm relaxed and at ease. Hubby is still not home but it's all good - I'm sated enough to sleep comfortably. Ideally, I'll soon be woken up by the moist feel of his lips sucking my breast.

When's the last night you masturbated?

Raphael = Ravenous Erika

2010-07-16T01:00:00.000-04:00

Thoughts of Raphael have me sexually ravenous. He's 6', dark, handsome, of black and Hispanic descent, wears size 10 shoes, has a warm aura about him, is friendly, always smiling, and cracking jokes. So what you may be thinking?

Well, where do I start with this story!?!? I am in a committed relationship though open, he is in a closed committed relationship with his girlfriend who is expecting (as in a baby) and we work together. At work, I wear a mask of utmost professionalism, I keep the kidding to a minimum and often come across as uptight. However, I'm beginning to slip. Raphael works in the mail room of my largest client and I've been seeing him a lot more lately since the terms of my contract changed and I've had to work more hours onsite. The increased onsite hours allow me to linger around him longer that necessary - submitting my package requests, inquiring about internal delivery and pickup times (the schedule hasn't changed in years) and finding ways to get into his personal business.

I have a rule about mixing business with pleasure because often times the crossover does not end well and I cannot afford to have my reputation tainted or more importantly, to have my client relationship jeopardized.

However, my strong desire for Raphael is forcing me to unwisely rethink my position on this topic. He has "man hands-" thick and large and ideal for fully palming and pumping my ass. When I see him, I envision his hands making their way under my blouse en route to my breasts. My nipples harden and I forget to breathe as his hands yank my boobies free from my bra. My body shakes as my heavy boobs plop into his hands, bouncing off of my chest. He leans in for a soft surface kiss, turned a passionate tongue kiss (including slurping and heavy wrestling) as he squeezes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. My pussy reacts by forcefully contracting and my thighs begin to rock, uncontrollably thrusting upwards. "AHHHHHHH," I moan into his mouth, disrupting our tonguing session. I grab the back of his head and move it towards my right breast, cupping and massaging my boob as though I am milking myself to feed him. He licks my nipple oh so gently before placing his hands over mine and squeezing my breasts. He feeds insatiably - engulfing as much of my breast as he can, sucking me off the way I'd like to suck his cock. Then he's biting my nipples, moving back and forth between both breasts and causing it to rain in my pants....

These thoughts are dangerous. For everyone knows, you should,

“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

My thoughts have already become words, for I am writing this post. I'm afraid (read excited) that my words may soon become actions. Playing with Raphael on a regular would be a nice habit - off the client's premises of course. Now about this character bit, luring a "good" guy into cheating on his "straight laced" girlfriend goes against my character and what I believe in. Yep those quotes are from Raphael - he's a self proclaimed good guy and his girlfriend is straight laced. The contents of this convo will be described in another post. Anyway, what type of woman would I be to lead him astray? What about his girlfriend? I don't know her but there is a sister code that I should follow. Of all the available men in NYC, why must I have him!?!?!?!?! **Sigh**

Ever wanted someone who was off limits? What was the outcome?

Am I The Last Unicorn?

2010-07-02T21:48:00.007-04:00

So thanks to the beautiful Sheba, I've joined the other lovely women at The Kink Chronicles. I'm Shadowclit. This first post is going to be more cerebral than clitoral, but I promise there's plenty of hotness to come.

Though I skate under the radar at work, I'm bisexual, polyamorous, and when it comes to kink-and oh how I love it when it comes to kink- I'm a switch. That's right: If there's a fence to straddle, I'm going to straddle it. And anything/one else that strikes my fancy.I enjoy having my mind and my body stimulated, and my body and my boundaries pushed. I thrive on intellectual intercourse and hard dirty fucking. I often do things others don't approve of, and sometimes do things others would fear. I'm fierce and loyal and caring and sexy as hell.

I'm also a Unicorn.

I was having dinner with Sheba recently, discussing multiple partners and the fact that I have re-entered the dating world. I mentioned meeting one couple that definitely...peaked my interest. In describing the dynamic, I mentioned something about being a Unicorn. Sheba was unfamiliar with the term, and suggested I make my first post on the topic.

A Unicorn is a bisexual woman who is willing (and frankly, should be eager) to date a couple, when that couple includes a man and a woman.

Actually willing. Not "will put up with the woman to get some dick" or "will eat pussy to please the man" or "doesn't care about the naughty bits of whoever eats her pussy, but might not reciprocate" or "will only touch women above the waist" or "has sex with women but no romantic feelings" or "goes shopping with the woman but on dates with the man" but actually Willing. (EAGER) To. Date. Them. Both.

We're called Unicorns because we're so rare.

And it strikes me as odd that this one small facet is the one that trips up even some of my more open friends. I like girls and guys? Sure, fine. We all had that one night in college, right? I like pain with my pleasure, both giving and receiving? Sure. Dommes are popular right now in pop culture, and who doesn't like the occasional spank or bite? (Though I like much more than that, but that's for another post.) I believe you can love more than one person at a time? Hey, everyone's seen Big Love!

I want to date a couple?

Girl, that ain't right.

Now, is it the only thing I look for? Hell no. I have a male partner who has several other women partners in his life, and while we're all friends, that's as far as it goes. I have a woman who wants to serve me, but I don't need her to bring a man over as well.

But it is something I heartily enjoy. I'm not looking for a closed triad (oh poly, such wonderful vocabulary that leaves me picturing myself in Little China with an AK47 and plenty of ammo) because I need more relationships than that and my existing relationship is here to stay, but the relationships I've had in the past with couples have been fulfilling in every sense of the word.

I'm fiercely independent, and I'm certainly not monogamous. So a couple-two people who are each others' primaries and fill that role well--has worked for me quite well in the past. Like any poly relationship, it works differently for different people--maybe I'm with them separately sometimes and all of us together at others, or maybe it is always all together--whatever works in that particular dynamic of people. But keep in mind--it does involve dating, not just sex. A Unicorn is not a sex toy to kickstart your flagging marriage. I and my fellow horned beauties want to be in a relationship with the two of you--I can find a threesome on my own (and have!) quite easily. This is different. There are long phone calls or flurries of emails and text messages, little romantic gifts and notes and gestures, just like with any relationship--it just goes in more than two directions. Sometimes you're all curled up on the couch, watching bad movies and eating popcorn. With the last couple I dated, we went out to dinner together quite often, and the nasty side of me loved the confusion on the faces of the waitstaff as we all got casually physically affectionate, but didn't exactly love the judgment that often came with it. I lived in the Deep South then, and that's not a climate conducive to Unicorns.

Are there difficulties aside from "catching" a Unicorn? Of course. There are four relationships here, after all. For those of you not math-oriented, let's call the guy A, the female in the couple B, and the Unicorn C. There is the relationship between A and C, between B and C, between A and B, and between A&B and C. So all of that has to be worked out.

I could go on for a long time on the various intricacies and common difficulties, but let's not. Let's talk about how fucking hot the sex can be between three people who know and care about each other. One of the hottest moments in my early twenties--a time when my sex life could have rivaled Tiger Woods' for volume and technique--was driving my tongue into B's wet pussy and feeling the pulse of A's cock and the contractions of B's muscles as A fucked her ass, and later sliding my own slick pussy down his shaft while her tongue lapped at his cock and my cunt.

There were wonderful moments of watching the two of them. B has a hard time cumming (poor thing) and it was incredible to see the way A knew just how to fuck her right over the edge. Sometimes I'd lie back and watch as he forced her onto her knees, a hand buried in her hair, forcing her head back while he pounded into her. I do love my voyeurism.

I also loved watching his eyes (or hers) go dark and their breath go shallow, watching me arch and scream and cum all over his tongue, or hers, or his cock, or her fingers. I do love my exhibitionism.

And afterward we snuggled and watched The Sopranos.

I'm not dating a couple right now, though as I mentioned above, there is a Possibility. We'll just have to wait and see.

What are you searching for?

Rapper's Delight

2010-06-23T23:42:00.008-04:00

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you, without a dope blog to stroke to...

Before I went off on a hella long hiatus from writing, I mentioned one of my newest friends, MC Dingaling, the rapper. He was on his way down for a visit, and I was excitedly anticipating a weekend with new dick. When he got into town, this is a brief rundown of how it went:

I love it when you call me Big Poppa...

I knew he was gonna handle me, because he's not a small guy. Not notoriously b-i-g, but big enough to slap me up, flip me and rub me down with ease. Things jumped off nicely. He went straight in, teased me with a short oral session and then commenced to beat it like he'd just gotten out of jail. Just as I would come down off of one orgasm from one position, he would put me in another position and work on the next one. After cumming a half dozen times, I rode his dick, bucking up and down on him until I returned the favor and made him O-face somethin' serious!

We took a break, and before round two began, he laid me out on the bed and picked up where he left off from the earlier oral session. Holy shit. Being a rapper and all, I already knew he had a way with his mouth, but DAYUM! He had me lifted up off of the bed and trying to run away. My toes were curling and I was calling out all sorts of deities. He sucked and tongue-fucked the hell out of my pussy, and I came in his mouth until I was ready for some more dick.

From the windows/to the walls/Til the sweat drop down my balls/Til all these bitches fall/Aww skeet, skeet, muthafucka...

I stood up to bend over onto the bed and my legs were so weak, I ended up on the floor. He told me to stay there and put me on my back in the small hallway between the closets in my bedroom. My legs were pushed up to my chest and he fucked me hard. Shit. I mean hard. I kept my eyes closed, because every time I opened them, I felt like my head was spinning. It could have been the good dick I was getting, or it could be that the blood was quickly rushing to my brain from my knee-over-head position, and I was on the verge of blacking out. Before he inadvertently knocked me unconscious, we changed positions, and got back onto the bed. Now, it was my turn.

I leaned over his lap and started sucking him off. I paced myself, because I knew that the pussy had brought him close to the edge. I alternated between sucking his dick and stopping to suck his nipples and tease him by licking his neck, chest, lips. I kept this up for a long while, until I knew he was about to cum. Then I stopped. I stopped just long enough for the sensation to go away, and then I rode his dick until he came loud and strong.

This was just the first day, but the weekend was filled with more of the same. All in all the visit was great, but things got hairy when the "R" word came up (relationship). We had both been into each other heavy leading up to the weekend, but when it was time for him to go, I came to a harsh realization.

Oh baby you/you got what I need/But she say he's just a friend/She say he's just a friend

The sex was great, and MC Dingaling is a real sweetheart to me, but I had to pump my breaks. I liked him a lot, but spending the weekend with him in my home not only afforded me with momentary live-in dick, but also the stark reality that I have absolutely no desire to share my space or my life with any one man right now. I know it may sound cold, but it is what it is. Besides, dude was also fresh out of a relationship, and there is nothing worse than a rebound gone bad.

This was, unfortunately, another whirlwind infatuation turned flop. MC Dingaling was a nice guy. Too nice. He was sweet. Too sweet. And he adored me. Too much. I'm too much of a bitch for such a nice guy. I ended up telling him this in one way or another. However, the weekend, and everything leading up to it, was great. Considering my odds, I decided it was smarter to fall back a little bit before the going got tough.

He'll survive, and he will definitely miss this pussy more than he misses me. A truth I am absolutely okay with.

Sometimes dick and a little bit of attention can knock even the best of us off our game. Ever had to check yourself after getting your signals crossed?

Bathroom Break

2010-06-22T19:30:00.002-04:00

If I tell you to go to the bathroom right now. To place your hand between your legs, and touch yourself there. To call me as you do it. Imagine me there too, against the wall. Will you? And moan for me?
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You want me to?
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Will you?
You want me to?
Tell me.
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Go.
Call me when you are wet, panting and on the edge.

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Short of breath. At the table. Sucking on an artichoke.
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Go.

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Sucking. The artichoke. Imagining you in my mouth.
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Go.
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Tell me.what to do.
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What are you wearing?
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I'm wearing the white shirt you first kissed me in. It still smells like you. And jeans. As usual.
White bra...with lace....that your hands are always in. Lately.
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I want you to take the palm of your hand. The space where you palm connects with your wrist and brush it discretely across your nipples. Feel it through your shirt and the white lace of your bra. Feel me.

Your hand, beneath the table. Between your legs. The roughness of the denim against the softness of you there, fullness. And imagine me. Feel me. My hands. My breath on your neck. My panting.

And when the feel of me there is too much. When you are too full, too wet, too sweet. Excuse yourself from the table, go to the bathroom and call me.
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Here....red room. Locked door. The waiter I passed by has no idea. Oh. Men. Tell me.
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Your hands. Beneath your shirt.
Your fingers, teasing the tip of those divine nipples. Twirling then tight. The way you like it.
The button of your jeans open. Your hand, fingers teasing. Through the fabric of your underwear.
You should be short of breath and panting sweetly now.
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Tell me.
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Your fingers, between your lips suckling. And wet then touching yourself there. Inside the fabric. Between the folds. Wet. Full. Wanting.
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Here....in the bathroom....it's freezing. I've been gone too long. I touch ................ feel you. Taste.....like me though.

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Shall I talk you through. Do you need me? In your ear?
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Wet. Silky folds. Deep breath. Rocking.
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Run your hands across. Back and forth with the sway of your hips. Imagine me there. My hands. My hips. Rocking against yours.
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Yesssssssss....
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Ever find yourself against the cold door of a bathroom stall? in a crowded restaurant? melting?

-- Post From My iPhone

HNT: Caught Sleeping..Belated Edition Part III

2010-05-22T10:56:00.009-04:00

We all know how this ended up. I was SUPPOSED to be studying and getting work done. I was supposed to post my HNT pics before midnight. I fell asleep. I woke up on my belly with my legs spread open with dick deep in my pussy. There's nothing like being awakened just to get put right back to sleep....

How often do you wake up in the act?

Happy happy BELATED HNT! Better late than never :-)
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Tangy...then sweet

2010-05-14T01:58:00.002-04:00

"The sheets are cool. I'm hot.
Wet. Wanting.
My mouth is watering. Again.
Tell me what you want me to do right now."
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I want you to get in your car and come to me again....
I want you to come through the door and not say a word to me.
Gently slip your the index and middle fingers of your right hand into your mouth. Gently. Imagine that it is mine.
Imagine I'm kissing your neck....and you're breathing me in while your tongue rolls around the fingers. Moving very slowly in and out of your mouth...
When they are slippery and wet....bring them to your nipple....circle all around first....teasing.....
Then taking the whole breast in your hand...full and warm. If i were there i would have to taste it....
But you will have to imagine that while you pinch and tug and my mouth is on you sucking .... Biting...just a little...
Your hips are starting to rock...legs opening slightly...
Fingers back in mouth......but this time more hungry
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"I want to FEEL it. HEAR it.
Me. Cumming. On your hands.....In your mouth.
Your fingers inside me. Rubbing against that little raised area.
My back arching. Me clenching around your fingers, inside.
My hips flexing up...down
My mouth open. My lip between my teeth, bruising.
Slowly in and out
you...moving, teasing, focused.
Yes.....me guiding you.....showing you where I like it.
Me moaning deep. My head moving fitfully against the pillow.
With each stroke a sound escaping my lips. A wimper.
I want.
Yes."
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I want to hear it. In my ear. Lips touching my face.
I want your nipple, the left one. Hard. Tight and aching. In my mouth, between my teeth, my tongue dancing around it, my lips tugging, sucking slow and urgent. I want my hand on your other breast kneading softly teasing the dark nipple between my fingertips, squeezing a little less than gentle. I want my naked thigh, between your naked legs, your hips rubbing into me. I want your heat against me, wet, dripping, afire.
Are you....breathing?
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"Trying.
Laying on the bed....imagining you here."
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If I ask you to touch yourself right now. Can you? Will you?
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"Yes. Are you asking?"
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Yes.
You are soft and wet I imagine. Trembling maybe. Wanting?
Your hands sliding between the folds. Wet now?
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"Throbbing."
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A tingle perhaps as the tips of your fingers brush over.
Cum for me. Please.
With the tip of your index finger. Find her. Touch her softly.
Circling around slowly at first. Softly.
The sensation is teasing your toes as you circle calling you close.
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"Chest hot
panting
chills"
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Your hips are leaning into your hand. Arching upward.
Increasing the pressure. Making you urgent.
Move your fingertips back and forth. Deeply.
Faster. So that with each stroke it is as if you are nearing the edge.
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"Sooooooo wet
I'm soaked
not yet, please."
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And then back...breathe...forward...

back...breathe.
Until perhaps you want more than you are giving yourself.
And the desire, pushes the anticipation pushes your body closer...your fingers tingling a bit...your legs flex... your hand wet and moving...just...the....way....you want it....need it
imagine me there watching.
Taking your nipple into my mouth. Laving it with my tongue. Calling you. Bringing you over.
Falling
I'm here. There. Don't wait.
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"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh"
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You're probably quite hot Right now. Everywhere. And full and swollen. There.
Tangy....then sweet.
....Like me.
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How do you like yours?

HNT: Before the BackShot Part II

2010-05-13T11:04:00.011-04:00

Dayum!...There's nothing like a great Sex Therapy session in the morning before work...muscles relaxed, body stretched out, juices flowing, blood circulating. I guess that's what I get for thinking I could sneak out of bed, take a shower and get dressed before he noticed I was gone. My pheromones were already in the air and legs still damp from last night's rumble.

This morning was payback for sucking dick like a porn star and making him cum down my throat when he really wanted me to stop so he could fuck me silly. Mmmmmm. It was Sooo worth the wait...see you after work baby.

What do you have first thing? A bit of coffee for your morning milk?

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

HNT: What Thong? Part I

2010-05-06T04:17:00.006-04:00

Sometimes all I want to do is find the perfect pair of panties for my perfect (in my opinion) pair of ass cheeks. Most of the time cotton briefs just won't cut it, boy shorts don't feel too great under my clothing, g-strings dig into the crack of my ass like a piece of dental floss and wearing no underwear at all is just NOT the most appropriate decision (at least not everyday). This is why on most mornings as I reach into my drawer to find the bra and panty set to match my mood half of the set is usually a pretty thong of some sort. I love the way the triangle of material sits right beneath my tail bone and peaks out at the top of my lovely buns.

I love the way the thin band wraps around my waist and holds me like fingertips ready to bend me over and slip in the back door. I love the way the material cuffs my pussy lips and rubs against my clit as I move through my day. I love the way that he--or she--can grab them and pull them to the side rather than take them off when he--or she--wants to taste my juicy clit, or finger my wet pussy, or fuck my brains out. How convenient. I love my thongs...

What's your favorite type of undies??

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

...More

2010-05-03T22:51:00.000-04:00

I think maybe i want you to lay in bed with me talking....and drinking.....
I will stand you up....at some point and undress you....gently. Slowly.
When you are completely naked in front of me i will cover you with kisses.......beginning with your face......your mouth......neck.....collarbones....
Each delicious breast....ribs....your soft belly......thighs......shins.....feet......Slow. Deliberate.
Kissing your calves.....the softness behind each knee....the backs of your thighs........that place i love so much: The small of your back.........mmmmmmm
Tracing your spine slowly with my tongue....
Kissing each shoulder blade....the back of your neck....languishing.....relishing.
Only my mouth ever touching you.
Then maybe a nice hot shower....another drink.....your hands sliding over your own body....imagining mine. There.
after....laying you out on your belly on the bed.....you are warm and open and at ease.
Almost drowsy....
Using only my hands now....starting at your shoulders.....and working my way all the way down to your feet....sometimes with feather light strokes....sometimes with a stronger firm touch.....removing any remaining tension in your body.....you are tingling but nearly asleep.
Kissing you again....beginning at your ankles....working my way up....getting closer....you feel my breath hot between your thighs....exhaling.....and breathing you in...you sighing....sleepily
Hard kisses where your legs end....softer ones on your lips....my tongue wide and soft greeting you. There.
Slow. Savoring.
You wanting more....lifting your hips off the bed pushing yourself against my face......my mouth......me hungry......eating.....smiling.
My hands under you....palms on your belly....bringing you closer....not letting you get away.
Turning you over on you back.....breast in my mouth....me sucking....nipples in my mouth one ....then the other tasting and biting..... I'm ravenous.
My hand between your legs.....searching....finding you soft....wet.....eager for my fingers inside you.
My palm hard on your pubic bone......fingers brushing your lips. Soft teasing. You writhing. Pushing hard against me wanting. Sighing.
My mouth finding yours again moaning....tasting....your bottom lip in my mouth. Breath on faces. My voice soft...murmuring...whispering....asking you to
tell me what you want.
My fingers slipping inside you....only a little...following your directions....your hips rocking....muscles clenching around me.
My fingers reaching. my mouth on you. There. Again. ....you teaching me how......panting......cumming.....sighing deep....laughing.

Ever wanted more...more of something that wasn't yours to have?

Another One-Day Stand

2010-04-28T14:46:00.001-04:00

It was a cloudy Friday afternoon and I was headed to the airport once again…leaving my home away from home and headed back to reality. I got the airport at the same time I always do, knowing that I wouldn’t have to wait in the long line to get through security and to my gate. Membership has its privileges. It was starting to drizzle as my ride dropped me off in the terminal and I wondered to myself whether or not my flight was going to be on time with the bad weather coming. I don’t know why I didn’t call before leaving like I usually do. As I punched in my confirmation number at the Kiosk I realized I wasn’t going to be going anywhere anytime soon. “Flight Delayed—4:55pm” It was only 12:30. As patient as I am I did not want to spend the next 4 hours waiting around LaGuardia Airport. Even though it’s pretty small it gets really busy and for some reason every time I’m there there’s a million kids running around acting crazy while their parents nestle up in some corner with their laptop and a cup of StarBucks. Nope, wasn’t feeling it. I weighed my options. Do I text the Boo that just dropped me off to come back and get me. I had already had enough of him after spending the entire weekend fucking inside his bedroom. We didn’t leave once and I swear I had made the trip to get my hair done. Oh well. Just gave me excuse to have to go back the following weekend. I decided against that, breezed through security and went to grab something to eat before finding a comfortable (doesn’t really exist) place to sit for the long haul. I was watching the planes sitting at the gates and listening to the annoyed passengers make phone calls to their loved ones advising them of their various ETA’s when I took out my phone to see who I could sext while waiting. As I scrolled through the names I came across one that I had completely forgotten about. I decided to send him a text.

Me: Hey Mr. are you working today?
Him: Yup on my way now why wassup
Me: Text me when you reach
Him: Bet

I sat for another half hour and realized that I was starting to get antsy. I‘d only had sex twice that morning and I could feel myself getting horny again as I closed my eyes and replayed my weekend’s activities in my head. I was just about to take my purse and carry-on bag into a family bathroom so I could try out my new rocket when I felt the vibration of the cell phone in my jacket pocket.

Him: I’m at work Ma what’s up?
Me: I’m here. I wanna see you. Tell me when.
Him: Word? Aight let me bring in this flight first I’ll let you know when I’m cumin up.

My day was starting to look up. He works for the airline I fly and I had met him a few months ago when I was stuck at the airport for 6 hours. I was eating at Burger King (shame on me) and he was on his lunch break. He saw me and immediately came over and sat down to start a conversation. At first I was annoyed as hell because I just wanted to chill and eat but as soon as he sat down three things stopped me right in the middle of telling him I wasn’t available for conversation—his lips, his smile, and his eyes. His lips were sooo juicy and looked super soft, his smile was bright white and his eyes were light brown. I’m a sucker for dark skin and light eyes. That day I just sat there and watched him talk to me even though I wasn’t really listening to anything he was saying. He mentioned something about being 23 years old, with a daughter who was 5, living in Brooklyn and wanting to see me again. I got all that. I had to move on with my life so I gave him my number and we’d been occasionally sexting ever since then. We would always say we wanted to hang out when I came to New York but my schedule never allowed and the only place I ever saw him was in the airport. I was ready to see was he was talking about though.

I was only waiting for about 45 minutes when he texted me to let me know he was coming upstairs and to meet him by gate 5. His uniform shirt was fitting just right and when he hugged me he put his hands around my waist and held me tight. My. Damn. Spot. We sat and talked for a minute and he asked me over and over if I wanted to stay in NYC until the following day so that we could chill when he got off work. I told him no and even though it crossed my mind I didn’t want to have to occupy my time all the way until his shift ended. That would just mean MORE fuckery in the interim since I surely wasn’t going to sit in the airport until after 9pm. He kept biting his bottom lip when he spoke and I finally asked him when his lunch break was. He said it wasn’t coming anytime soon but he could get someone to cover for him for a minute if he wanted to disappear. I looked at my watch and realized I only had about 2 hours before I needed to be back on my flight. At that point I was horny as hell—just from watching his juicy lips and sexy eyes—and needed SOME kind of release. I told him to meet me at the front of the airport in 15 minutes. Shame that I would have to go through the whole process of going through security all over but again, membership has its privileges. I’d worry about that later.

I stood outside in the rain and waited for him as passengers got out of the cars that had brought them to meet their flights. He came outside and looked around quickly, grabbed my hand and began walking. I asked him where we were going and he told me he was taking me to his car. That airport surely needs a better employee parking lot because I swear we were walking forever before we finally reached his silver Charger. He opened the passenger side door for me, walked over and climbed in the other side and pulled me in close to him. His lips were like cotton and after he kissed mine for a few seconds he leaned into my neck and began to kiss me softly there, then on to my collar bone, and down to my chest. I was afraid I was going to wet his car seat just from his kisses alone but I regained my composure and told him he should drive out of the lot for a minute. While he drove I reached over and began to caress the crotch of his pants just to find out what he was working with. He was rock hard and I was more than pleased as I felt my pussy getting wetter. He drove around a few streets near the airport but couldn’t really find a place to post up and go in….I was getting anxious and way past hot and bothered so I told him to pull over in this parking spot on a side street that we’d passed a couple times. As he parked I reached over and unbuckled his pants. I pulled out his dick which was even bigger than what I could feel with his pants on. I leaned over and ran my tongue around the tip of it. Then I stopped and looked up at him. “You want more? I asked him as I licked my lips. “Hell yeah” he said as he grabbed the back of my head and leaned me toward his dick which was standing straight up out his pants. I suddenly wasn’t in the mood to be very sensual. I told him to watch out for cars and people and proceeded to go to town on his super hard cock. It was the kind of blow job you see in porno flicks--slippery, sloppy, wet and nasty. He loved every single minute of it. Through my slurps I could hear him moaning. “Oh shit, what the fuck are you doing…damn baby…right there”. I was getting more and more turned on the more he talked to me and every time he grabbed my head and made me deep throat his thick cock I thought I was going to cum. Thank goodness I’d worn a dress that day because while I sucked his dick I stuck two fingers in my pussy. I was so wet the juices were running down my hand and the sound of my gushing cunt was almost as loud as me slurping up my spit off his dick.

All of a sudden he pulled my head up by my hair and made me stop sucking. He squeezed both of my breasts with his hands and then shoved one hand up my dress to rub my pouring pussy. He rubbed my clit for about two minutes before he finally said “Oh shit, I have to feel that pussy around my dick before you leave NYC today.” He started the car and began to drive around again…stopping at a small privately owned parking lot. The lot was pretty full but there was no attendant when we checked the booth. There was one empty spot toward the back and he quickly backed his car into it. Before he got the car turned off good he went right back to rubbing my nipples and my clit. He pulled the top of my dress down and massaged my breasts before I told him to stop and get in the backseat. Even though the car was a decent size I wasn’t quite sure how we were going to maneuver seeing as though it’d been a while since my last automobile fuck. I figured we’d figure it out as we went along. Before I knew it was bent over in the back of that car, ass in the air and dick in my pussy. I held on to the top of the back seat while he pounded away. I rubbed my clit while he pushed his dick up toward my stomach. I had to take deep breaths to be able to take it all from that position but I kept telling myself how much of a big girl I was. He held my waist and fucked me. He held my breasts and fucked me. He squeezed my clit and fucked me. I was definitely inside of walls of that car screaming. The pain was so good and I didn’t want him to stop. I knew I had to get going though so I could get back to my place in time. Right after he made me cum for about the 3rd time I started to throw my ass back at him. I told him to stay still while I gave him to him and began to slide my pussy on and off his dick. I could feel the head re-enter each time and each time he let out a moan louder than the time before. At once, I squeezed my thighs together some so that I could get a better grip on his cock and make my pussy hold on tighter. “Fuck you are going to make me cum…Don’t stop throw that ass back at me…I’m…About…To…” That did it. He held on to my stomach and pulled me so far into him I swear I could taste the head of his dick in my mouth. He let out a growl that was unlike anything I’d ever heard. After being completely still for a full minute or so he finally pulled out of my pussy. I grabbed a rag he had in his car and wiped my juices from my legs before stepping out to get myself together. We both got back in the car and headed back to the airport—him to work and me to my delayed flight. It was a great afternoon. Every now and then I still text my airport friend, but I know I’ll never fuck him again. Not because it wasn’t great, but because I know he was nothing more than a one-day stand.

Preparation

2010-04-27T20:36:00.011-04:00

I can't fucking wait! I've been excited about the arrival of new dick before, but never like this! You see, I met this musician, specifically a rapper, on one of my various cyber playing grounds--let's call him MC Dingaling.

MC Dingaling and I exchanged basic banter for a few weeks online, on the phone, etc. We've spoken, in vivid detail, about what is to go down when we link up. He's read the blog, so he knows I'm a beast...but there's something different about him. He's the perfect mixture of laid-back and crunk with a side of humor that is an aphrodisiac of its own, in my eyes. He is definitely not the usual suspect. I can't quite put my finger on what it is, but I'm diggin it. Nevertheless, he'll be here in a few days, and I want to make sure I'm ready...I just hope he is. To aid in my preparation, I made a list, of things to do to get ready for what I'm sure is to be a fuck-filled weekend!

Fuck Prep For Dummies

1. Postpone all non-essential agenda items. He only has a few days in town, and I want to make sure that I can get as much fucking and sucking in that time frame as possible. If its not a paying job or a dire emergency, its on ice until next week.

2. Primp the punani. Trim it up, get the lips cleaned up and suckable. I'd rather my man focus on the pussy eating, rather than pulling and spitting hairs out of his mouth the whole time. You know, like when you're eating a piece of chicken, only to find unplucked hairs on it halfway in. Totally fucks up the appetite. Not a good look. My cootch gotta stay finger lickin' good!

3. Pick out some sexy shit to wear. Though my guy, like many men, could give a fuck what I'm wearing so long as it comes off, I like to tease, give the eyes something to mingle on before I get buck-ed nak-ed! I need a new fishnet, was thinking about the bodysuit kind.

4. Peaches, Pineapples and Passion fruit. You know what the say...you are what you eat! I already know the punani is delicious (survey says!), but I want to make sure I give him a real taste of Miami with my homemade pussy colada!

5. Polish. Mani and pedi appointment already booked. Apricot scrub on deck to polish up the elbows, knees and heels. There is nothing worst than a crusty bitch rocking fishnets! Absolutely nothing.

6. Purchase: lube, razors, electrolytes, snacks, Japanese bondage rope, ounce of Mary Jane and that fishnet body stocking I mentioned.

I've already cleared my calendar as much as possible, and I'm on my way to pick up the last minute items needed for my weekend with the fresh meat on the yard. Stay tuned for the re-cap...

Wanting...

2010-04-26T21:46:00.007-04:00

I want to go eat delicious food...outside in the warm sunlight......and drink delicious liquor....as much as i want.......

I want you sitting next to me close. Talking. Eating drinking. Laughing
savoring.....

Sometimes your hand resting gently on my knee closest to you.....Maybe while i m telling you a story.
Sometimes your hand stroking my thigh....also gently.....causing my stomach to tighten.......other places to flutter.......maybe while you re talking to me.
I will try to listen.....but watching your mouth move will make me need to lean in and kiss you. Eyes closed....so softly.
You reaching under the fabric of my skirt and touching the soft skin of my inner thigh....your fingers slowly reaching further up my leg......me writhing a bit in my chair....wet....wanting more......your gaze meeting mine....you smiling. Mischievously.

Full but nearly starving we pay our bill and head to the restroom.
We go in....you close and lock the door behind us.
You come toward me....determined....i stumble backward excitedly......We kiss as i fall back, the wall catching us.

Hard kisses on my lips....my face....my chest.....my breath coming faster......wetness streaming out of me for wanting your mouth on me so badly.....you coming to rest on your knees in front of me. You sliding my skirt up my thighs...Finding me naked underneath.
You smiling. : )

You looking up at me....looking down...at you.
You leaning in and breathing hard and hot between my legs....reaching behind me to pull me into your mouth.
Me sighing with relief.....my head turned to the side. my hips rocking....back then forth....gently at first......your tongue reaching...your mouth drinking.
me moaning with each rock of my hips that brings you further inside of me......teeth grazing my clit....then you sucking there........hard.
Me whimpering...Begging you to put your hands inside....the way i love the most.
Tightening around your fingers.....singing....rocking a little faster......intent on bringing you further.
Me reaching for something....anything to brace myself.......goosebumps....trembling......tumbling.......i cum in your mouth......you feel it....me....tightening rythmically on your hand.
You moaning too...low...quieter.
You standing up...kissing me on the mouth....i taste me on you.
Me straightening my skirt...we leave.

Smiling.

Ever wanted something which seems just out of reach?

Sometimes I let her

2010-04-16T00:39:00.006-04:00

'sometimes she lets me and when she does she talks to herself. in a low voice, she talks the fear away. like last night when her ass was cupped in my hands and she was in my mouth and she whispered and her hips circled faster and her voice began to rise.....'

..from an essay called "sometimes she lets me" in Sometimes She Lets Me: Best Butch Femme Erotica by Tristan Taormino

Sometimes I let her lay her head on my chest...listen to my heart beat slow and strong.....see her skin next to mine......inhale me...

Sometimes I let her lift my skirt up, be suprised again by the unruly curls. Place her face there, breathe deep. Kiss the inside of my thighs from my knee to right at the crease, place her hot lips on my lips down there and then suck gently...

Sometimes I let her take my clothes off. Kissing me as she does...everywhere...leaving fire in her wake..aching

Sometimes I let her lay me down, somewhere soft. Trailing kisses all over my face gently. Nibbling my lips. Sighing as she does.

Sometimes I let her find my breasts. Touching reverently. Taking me into her mouth. Tasting me. Nipples between her tongue and teeth....tantalizing.

Sometimes I let her between my legs. Her hands searching, finding, teasingly touching there, my softness.....velevety lips wet..... learning me.

Sometimes I let her hear me, panting, moaning. Feel my breath on her face. Feel my body, hot and damp against her own. Me full there, dripping there, clenching there, tangy but sweet. wanting her. us. this.

Sometimes I let her. I let her taste me there . Put her lips on mine. Pink against pink. Kissing tentatively at first. Almost like a caress. A welcome. Then deeply, ravenous. Me writhing then perhaps...begging.

Sometimes I let her touch the tip of her fingers at the entrance then go deep.

Find all my special places, our places. Fill me.

Sometimes I let her stay there, inside, kissing me. Feeling me close around her fingers. Hearing me whimper. Pulling her in with my hips.

Sometimes...

When's the last time you "let" someone in?

HNT: Hugenormous!

2010-04-15T00:01:00.003-04:00

Now everyone knows that I love myself big, black dick. But when Sheba and I ran up on this dildo in one of our colleague/friends office space, jaws dropped and legs clenched tight. At 13 inches long and what has to be at least 5 inches thick, the dildo modeled after porn actor "BAM" was more than I care to try to handle!

Sheba held it up while I snapped the photo and marvelled at the sight of the thing..wondering how a woman (or, ouch, man) could possibly accomodate all of that manmeat. I had joked about wanting one for Christmas this year, and it was a joke indeed. I'm scared a normal man wouldn't be able to follow after something as massive as Mr. BAM!

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

Cocaine is a Helluva Drug...

2010-04-12T21:52:00.011-04:00

"...this is your brain on drugs

....Any Questions?"

I never thought I was the type of girl who would become an addict. I had plenty of other ways to get "high." I am a creative person. I like to make things, write things, I had plenty of friends, a man and all types of shit to occupy my time....but like they say: It only takes one time.

I met Cocaine about 6 years ago. I was dating my ex-husband when he and I met online. He lived in New York, was sexy, confident (cocky as shit) and a fucking freak! The complete opposite of what I was dealing with at home. We talked online, had steamy phone conversations where he would tell me how he would fuck my face until I gagged and my asshole until it gaped. He called me his slut/bitch/whore and make me tell him how I was fucking my asshole, getting it ready for him, and how much I loved it. Shit, he turned me on like it was in his DNA! But, he was an asshole and I knew I had to keep my distance because, I had a thing for assholes. He was coming down to Miami in a few months for Memorial Weekend and I knew that I was going to fuck him--or he would fuck me, rather--but just that ONE time. I had to see if this high was all he made it out to be. I swore I was only going to do ONE line...

Sniff. Mmm. Sniff, Snnniff! The first time that we met, was at a hotel room I was staying at on the beach not far from where he and his entourage were staying. We got into the room and by the time he sat down, I don't think two minutes passed before I asked him to pull out his dick so I could get better acquainted (not my exact words, but it was definitely to that point). I proceeded to introduce myself with what I am sure was the most skilled blowjob he had received to date, and after he fucked my mouth...he commenced to fuck me into a multi-orgasmic stupor that had me trembling. He kept changing me from one position to another, staying longer in the places that made me scream the loudest. My pussy was dripping puddles, and he was slaughtering it. Making me pay for all of the shit-talking that I so masochistically brought to the table. I took his fucking, but after I dropped him off, I came back and balled up into the a goddamn fetal position! Shit, I may have even sucked my thumb. Cocaine had come through and owned my pussy. I believe he rearranged my uterus or something, I was in pain for a few days after his thrashing. But he didn't care. And if I'd bend over, he'd do it all over again.

Thank the goddess he didn't live in Miami, right? Really, that only made it worse. He would talk nasty ass shit to me while I was at work, tease me with pictures of his very large and thick dick...constantly remind me of how he put it down in Miami. I couldn't wait another year. You know, when an addict finds a dealer who has that good shit, she will borrow gas money, take three buses and walk 15 blocks for that stuff. I plotted and schemed and was able to get away from home long enough to spend more time with him during an impromptu trip he made to Miami for what probably were the best three days of our relationship, in general....but not as intense as the time I almost Overdosed. That was the when I went to New York City for Labor Day weekend 2005. My friends in NY thought I was coming to visit them, but I really went up there just to get some of that 'caine.

Snnnnniiiiiiiiffffff. It was right after Hurricane Katrina, and I can vividly remember being bent over and fucked in the ass while CNN was replaying clips of Kanye West saying, "George Bush doesn't care about Black people," Cocaine had my face pressed down in the bed and tears were rolling out of my eyes while he kept pushing down on my back and pushing more of his enormous dick into my ass. It was wet, dirty and super nasty.. and he loved it. My head, pressed hard into the bed, my eyes tearing and rolling back into my head, his dick making me convulse. Orgasms were running one into another and I was seizing, And he didn't care. Cocaine doesn't care about PinkVixxxen, that's how he was treating my asshole. But I loved every sodomizing minute of it. He was my favorite drug. I get goosebumps just reflecting on the encounter.

After the NY trip, I saw him once more before I got married. Then, daily conversations faded into sporadic email and text check-ins, and then to quarterly "Hey, what's going on?" email or IM exchanges. Both of our lives had become busier, we drifted apart, and I think we even missed seeing each other a few Memorial Weekends in a row. It seemed that Cocaine had finally loosened his hold on me.

Well, that's how it seemed. But after I split with my husband, moving into my new place made made way for a reunion with an old habit. Memorial Weekend '09 was when I fell off the wagon. From the moment he got into my car, I knew it was a bad idea. He was rude, sarcastic, borderline disrespectful and several times I wondered if I should just take an 'L" and drop his ass back at his hotel. But I was chasing the black horse and wasn't going to stop until I got a taste. I don't know if he knew I was strung out or not, but this time, he really let me have it. He bent me over, fucked me. Pushed me to my knees and forced me to lick his dick, balls and basically the entire region clean. Bent me over, fucked me some more. Got me back on my knees and choked me with his dick and slapped my face, pulled his dick out of my mouth and spit in my face. As he was forcing me back up to be fucked again, I was kind of repulsed. Did he just spit in my face? WTF?! I didn't think I could have felt more humiliated. Until he forced me on my knees and came all over my lips, cheeks, tits...and my carpet. I'm sure he said something like, "Take that nut, bitch" or something equally demeaning. I can't remember because I was in a Cocaine haze. I staggered into the bathroom to clean up and barely recognized myself when I looked in the mirror. I had been humiliated, slapped, spat and cum on. I came hard in the process, but I felt like shit in the afterglow. I had officially hit rock bottom.

He's coming back again for Memorial Weekend this year, about a month or so away. I'm not having sex with him...I've been sober now for 11 months. He said he just wanted to meet for drinks, dinner...or something. I think I'm going to need to call my sponsor.

You ever had something so good it was bad? Or so bad, it was good?

Horny and Self-Pleasuring

2010-04-11T23:41:00.002-04:00

I'm HORNY.

I'm in the office today and need another hour or so to wrap things up. All I can think about is how sweet my pussy will feel when my partner stuffs his man-meat into it. The mere thought of this is causing my pussy to contract. Through my denim pants, I can feel the heat and moistness of my vagina. I smell the scent my pussy is giving off - it's a sweet, "come get it" scent. I stick my hand in my pants, lightly stroking my vaginal lips before I stick my index finger slightly into my hole. *AhhhhhAAAAAAhhhhhhhh* I moan and gyrate before removing my finger so that I can inhale my scent before tasting my juices. *slurp*

My hips and lower body are contracting uncontrollably - imitating my movements from last night as I sat on his lap before sitting on his face. On his lap, we were truly one. It was impossible to tell where we individually begun and ended. His man-meat was buried deep inside my treasure - consumed. I bounced up and down at first slowly then quickly and roughly. I punished my pussy as I slammed onto his cock over and over and over again. Even tonight, more than 16 hours later, I can feel the imprint he left.

I'm trying to save it all for him but I don't know if I'm going to make it. My pussy is calling and the rest of my body is responding including my lips that were just sucking on my titties and my index finger that is about to make another trip down south.

Ever been so horny, you didn't think you would make it??

-Hornily written on my iPhone between self-pleasure episodes

The Anatomy of O

2010-04-10T02:07:00.003-04:00

My favorite pocket rocket is a royal blue one that I've abused quite a bit. Today the batteries are about mid level. Not an aggressive vibration but a steady and effective hum. I'm wearing socks but otherwise naked from the waist down with a thermal blanket wrapped around my legs.

It's chilly in the guest bedroom. And my nipples are responding appropriately. At about 75% hardness they are perhaps half an inch tall and wide. I've discovered over time the teasing hum of the rocket rubbed just over my clit and outer lips makes me wet enough so I'm ready to 'take' the purple vibrator (V), leaving little rivers leaking down my cheeks.

My chest is hot as I stroke myself. My stomach is beginning to clench...anticipation...wanting.

Slowly at first I guide V in circling my clit with the rocket. I can feel the tension building. As I clench around V easing towards the spot. Every forward movement results in a tremor. Circling around and around...teasing

Breaths are shallow now...1
Goosebumps all over
2, ohhhhhh..haaaaaaa

3 times already...as deep as...V can go...
4....my toes are tingling
5...wooooooo

It's like a pulse...with each stroke...a hot pulse...warm...and then warmer...a pause as the hand returns then warm again
6 it builds..tingles brushing my toes with warmth....tension deep inside...
The teasing makes me giggle nervously.

I'm wanting but anxious of more.
But I'm a bit...greedy...and so

7 begins in the back. From my gspot forward then up my legs and deep deep below...panting
Moaning...begging really low....8
9 tumbled forward...warm
There is still more...if I want...

Once it starts it can just keep...going
Oh....again...wooooooo
10 at last is cold and hot...breasts heavy and peaked.
Body curled and shivering.
Sleepy...now

What's your "perfect 10"?

-- Post From My iPhone

First Swinger Event

2010-04-08T01:36:00.017-04:00

My partner and I had been discussed attending a swinger event for years but never actually made the move but tonight was going to be the night. Over the last year, I had been conversing with an online pal who hosts these swinger events and I was finally in a position to attend one. On our way to the venue, I asked my partner, “What if this is a setup? What if we meet at the secret location, give the secret password and have our heads cutoff?” “Don't be a dumb ass baby!,” he said.

After successfully undergoing some security measures, we were granted access into the secret location. We walked into the elevator and I pressed the buttons for a few floors prior to ours so I'd have time to adjust myself. Corset still tight? CHECK. Boobs spilling over? CHECK. Lipstick fresh? CHECK. Breath fresh? CHECK.

"Beep," the elevator signaled that we had arrived. We stepped out and were greeted by the bouncer - I thought he was too hot to be on the outside. As we took our coats off and walked to the coat check, I heard a loud ear-piercing moan. Partner and I exchanged looks that asked if the noise was emitted from a live person???

With my heart pounding due to anxiousness and nervousness, I walked to the entrance and opened the door. The first thing I saw was a group of sexy women congregated in the middle of the room. They were kissing each other and rubbing their bodies all over one another. One was sucking another’s large breast while a second played with the other nipple of the large-breasted woman. It was not lost on me that these woman were not only in lingerie but sexy as hell. It seems I had just missed the Symbian fun. For those of you that don’t know what this is – I’ll fill you in a later post after I’ve tried it out.

Anyway, my partner and I headed to the bar for drinks. The bartender was a chestnut blonde with perky Bs. She was topless and I shamelessly admired her smooth skin and supple breasts.

After receiving our drinks and tipping “Perky,” we headed over to a group on the other side of the room and joined the convo. One of the women immediately caught my attention - she wore natural hair frizzed out [hairstyle pic]. When asked about her descent, she said she was born in Portugal but her family was from an African country. Which country? I don’t know - my focus was not on her words but her heels, thick thighs, nicely curved hips and breasts. If I had to guess, I’d say Morocco. Anyway, we chatted a while about our backgrounds, where we currently reside and the boundaries my partner and I had set for the swinger lifestyle. While talking, I glanced over her right shoulder and I was taken aback by a white couple on a bed in the secluded area. I was stereotypically surprised by his size – he was about 8-9” and his partner was blowing him like a saxaphone.

To the right of the saxaphone couple was a naked woman riding a man. There were other “couples” in various positions around the room. I felt myself moistening as I stared – yes stared. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing all around me.

I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck. No more staring, no more talking - just fucking. My partner grabbed my hand and we headed towards a free bed in the corner of the secluded area. He stripped down to his briefs and I to my corset and thong. Many eyes were on us and it was weird but I was too horny to be put off. Partner plopped my boobs out of the corset and started by sucking my left nipple while squeezing my right nipple and engulfing as much of my size F boobs as he could stuff into his mouth. My right hand lowered and I began stroking him rhythmically. I tapped his leg to signal for him to stand up. I yanked off his boxers and gave him a loud, lip-smacking, mouth-slurping blow-job. His large penis forced its way past my tonsils and continuously pounded the back of my throat. My normal gag reflex did not kick in - perhaps I should thank the sexy bartender for the uncut vodka-laced "fruity" drinks she had supplied me with.

"They look like they're in a Porno," someone in the small crowd that had gathered declared. People commenting on our sexual acts threw us off a bit and we took a break. We were both horny as hell so our break didn't last long - 2 mins tops. We positioned ourselves in one of my favorite positions - doggy style. "UuuHHHuuuuHHHHhhh BAAAAaaaAAyyyyBEEEE," I yelled. The sense of decency (yes I have one) within me was encouraging me to try hard to keep my sexual noise level down but I was not successful and after a short time I abandoned my efforts and let it RIP. Once again the comment and stares threw us off.

We took another break to catch our breath. 90 secs later partner's penis was being stuffed into my mouth. The remnants of me tasted pretty good. :-). A few minutes later I felt as if I were flying when his mouth descended on my twat. My pussy was treated like a piece of meat as he fingered, chewed, sucked and pleasurably ripped it apart. I was having an out of body experience – watching it from outside of myself. I snapped out of it and realized that my eyes were closed – shut tight. I opened my eyes to watch him pleasure me and instead met the stares of many pairs of eyes.

As much as I always wanted to fuck in front of a crowd, this will take some getting used to but I enjoyed losing my public sex virginity.

Have you ever had a swinger experience? Like fucking in front of a crowd?

Bitter...Sweet

2010-04-03T16:31:00.001-04:00

It is early morning in my living room, sunlight streaming through the windows. She is almost naked, wearing a skirt, and nothing else. It begins as I am sitting on the floor with her bent over the arm of our sofa. My face between her legs, my arms holding her up. Keeping her still. As I'm tasting.

Her moans are soft at first, languid and lingering as the sensations begin to peak, then deep and appreciative when cresting. Not many words but those they are seem more like an internal monologue than for my benefit.

She stands on the tips of her toes and arches her back. I especially like the sheen of sweat, the panting, the shallow breaths and sounds that beg for never stopping, for more. There is the gentle sway of her hips. Sometimes a tease sometimes more of a toss to bring me deeper, harder. The moan like a trailing song then. As she savors.

I am naked sitting there. My body wet with her wet, dripping there, ready. She kisses the edge of my face, along my jawline, her hands on me searching. And finding, she is gentle, tentative but purposeful. Her eagerness to taste me there stilled only by the urge to taste other equally delicious places: a shoulderblade, a collarbone, the rigid peak of a chocolate nipple.

My moaning is perhaps different, even quieter, filled with a bit of shock, amazement at how good this is. When her lips finally reach me there, my body feels as though I have been pricked by a million pins, some barely, others a bit more. I am willing tension away, focusing on relaxation, stillness to enjoy it all, torturous and beautiful at once. When the heat of her breath is against my pulsing flesh, I melt into her, wanting deep.

Tasting she too moans. Deep in her throat, never slowing at her task but now even more ardent. In the sunlight she can see it all before her. And her lips and tongue and teeth explore with tantalizing precision. She sounds at times like a small child at the moment of discovery, all oooo and ahhhhs, but her hands, her ministering to my body is all woman.

I can feel the slow climb, beginning at my toes and spiraling up, flaring outward as it reaches between my legs, tumbling out as a burst of heat, my breath, the edges of my finger tips, a color perhaps red exploding behind my eyes, closed now, welcoming it.

In the aftermath the two of us, slick with sweat and each other, breathless and shaking, moaning words we cannot say, limbs tangled, heads on shoulders, hands on chests, full...

if only for a moment.

Ever have a daydream so excruciatingly sweet it left you silent?

-- Post From My iPhone

HNT: Peek-A-Boo

2010-04-01T19:59:00.002-04:00

Peek-A-Boo my nipple sees you!

I LOVE breasts - the look, the feel, the taste. I LOVE many things about MY breasts including but not limited to: my skin tone, smoothness, shape, size and *sensitivity.* This is a pic I took in the dressing room of a lingerie shop - clearly, I needed a bigger size garment to house my size F girls. LOL

Enjoy!

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

Fallen out of Sex

2010-03-28T00:30:00.007-04:00

I am the queen of S-E-X. I have and am willing to try various tricks in and out of the bedroom. Since my introduction to the world of all things erotic, I have sampled and devoured various cocks and pussies all over the US. I knew when and where to find my treats. In fact, I have a masters degree in erotic pleasures. I both a master and a student of pleasuredom. Unfortunately, my crown has fallen. For the past four months, I have not sampled the juices of erotic flavors: No pussy licking, dick sucking, or G-spot massaging. The past four months found me engaged in a vow of purity. I lived like the others: a plain Jane. I did not respond to sexual advances; I ignored exotic temptations. I was a drone....devoid of divine pleasures of sex.

Since I have fallen off the wagon, I need help to saddle up again. I want to smell and taste the nectar of sex. I desire body heat and sweat. I want my pussy swollen so juices squirt out into a waiting mouth. I long to tongue a dick, sucking every last drop of cum until that man's well runs dry. I hope that someone will bend my limbs into various positions so I may remember the joys of pain and pleasure. I demand that someone take hold of my body and mind.....dictate and instruct me on the how and the what....tell me how I may serve you.....

I fear that my four month vacation has dampened my game, diminished my skills, and permitted fear to cloud my mindscape. I guess that my first escapade....whoever may be so lucky...must be gentle....easing me back into my groove. I've heard that once you learn; you'll never forget; like riding a bike or smoking a blunt. With each time, you ease into the rhythm, increase the flow, longing for the next time you experience such joy. These folks who continue to coach me into returning to the ring...some were there at the blessing of my first blunt and others bear witness of the juices of my Kink. Now, I am taking names and applications for the next round of contestants.

Will you submit your application? Will you share the skills you bring to this career position? How will you help me gain my crown back?

HNT: Booty Booty Booty Rocking Everywhere

2010-03-25T13:12:00.014-04:00

Please believe me when I say I never quite knew what I was holding until I took a picture of it. I snapped the shot and all I could say was “DAMN.” I didn’t realize how brown and round my ass was. I know objects appear larger than life when photographed but my shit just seems massive. I fell back in love with my chocolate skin tones, the smoothness of my skin and the healthiness of my physique… Bon appetite!

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

MzTrySexual: Why I KINK!!!

2010-03-24T01:43:00.005-04:00

"I'm a tri-sexual. I'll try anything once."

Samantha Jones, Sex and the City

“I’m a try-sexual. I’ll try anything sexual!”

MzTrySexual, The Kink Chronicles

I have always been a very sexually liberated person, not deviant just liberated!! Being from the Caribbean I can tell you we are NOT taught to express ourselves sexually. We are a largely Christian nation that lives eats and breathes family, church and culture. That is all! I grew up in the church, complete with Kool-aid and tea sandwiches after services, choir practices and Sunday school. Fortunately, I was given the opportunity to go off to school and get some exposure that allowed me to be more liberal with my thinking and experiences. I have always been an open person. I know what I like and what I don’t like and I’m more than willing to tell who ever will listen. Unfortunately, I’m a bit of an anomaly in my oh-so-normal surroundings. Not many are willing to talk as openly about the things that I do, the way that I do. So when Sheba hit me up asking if I was indeed the naughty kink-tress that she recalled from high school, I giddily conceded and gracefully accepted the invitation.

I Kink because I am! Yeah, I’m a freak, and WHAT? I’m sexy, fierce, flirty, demanding, submissive and downright nasty when I wanna be! But I’m also an educated, intelligent, ambitious and creative woman! I wanted to be a part of this community of women demonstrating that we can be all these sexual/ sensual things and still be the life-bearing, goddess-like entities that we are held up as. The women of Kink are my sexual ‘coven’. We represent what so many think and crave but dare not say let alone live. We ARE the things that go bump in the night! And we love it! I am grateful for these women who make me feel so much a part of something so necessary. I am grateful for their honesty, their confidence and their sexy! I revel in our KINK!

Hai-kink: Siren

2010-03-23T08:42:00.001-04:00

lips burn in sun's light.
not obliging the secret
of yesterday's kiss.

at first she said no.
legs slide open by my hands.
i lean in and taste.

we came together.
slowly at first. then deeply.
kissed softly. at first.

between her lips, mine.
the air Is hot. bodies wet.
tastes sweet. savory.

heads buried in necks.
breast against breast, nipples touch.
her fingers searching.

her arriving there.
finds wet. slides inside fully.
i pull her moaning.

i can feel her deep.
my breath is shallow. panting.
her skin is hot. firery.

i want her now. here.
i want her inside me now.
i am still hungry.

it seemed simple. me her.
us together simple. right.
today it seems not.

there is no waiting.
only us wanting always.
there is heat. needing.

if I could still it.
slow it. but I cannot. yet.
i am holding on.

her lips between mine.
her hips my hands my lips. touch.
i can see her there.

the taste is heaven.
pink folds moist with sweat. pulsing.
i could eat for hours.

fingers one by one.
my lips on her. sucking deep.
she is writhing. tossing. sweet.

skin soft as velvet.
dark chocolate turns petal pink.
i have to taste. her.

she is beautiful.
in this pose she is luscious.
greedy and so wet.

Have you had a session so intense, it made you want to 'ring the alarm'?

iServeFace

2010-03-20T17:32:00.007-04:00

The notoriously nasty Pink Vixxxen stumbled across my twitter page and was delighted by my screen name iServeFace. When I chose it I didn’t consider the double-entendre but who am I to deny its sexy meaning. When I started serving face I was filled with performance anxiety; never had I received. I had only watched it on the Spice Channel where the camera angles were never quite close enough. Much to my surprise that first time was like a baby tiger making its first kill; all instinctive. Almost like riding a bike, someone is holding the seat steady as you mount and you quiver a little trying to gain your balance. Once you find a rhythm and build your confidence they release their hold and suddenly you take off never forgetting how to ride again; That’s describes my allegiance to the marvelously moist, splendorously splashy vagina the first time I was blessed with a taste I never turned back.

Although pussies are all gifts to the earth from up above, they are not all created equally. My favorite type of cunt is thick and meaty. I like the kind of chyna that’s so thick it can make an imprint through baggy sweatpants: each lip juicy and pinchable like your chubby nephew’s cheeks. The lips must be uniform in size and I don’t like anything enlarged or hanging. A tight cunt is the standard and I do not engage if other wise. As my sexual confidence grew so did my aggression. I’m classified as a stem or aggressive femme and its most displayed in the bedroom. I’m not a huge conversationalist. I prefer my companion to use very little words and concentrate on the sounds of sex. Because of the dynamics of most lesbian relationships I don’t get to act on my animalistic desires so sex with a girlie girl and me can be quite barbaric. Most nights the anticipation builds on the ride home. I switch from the thumbing sounds of the club to the smooth grooves of R. Kelly (I don’t care what you say that man makes music for fuckin). We stumble upstairs and retire to our respective corners to disrobe, she to the bathroom to “pee” (read wipe down) and me to the room to prep the landscape for cunninglingus.

“Lay down,” I demand, and she complies. I like for her to lay on her back with her booty floating off the edge. The weight of her thighs resting on my shoulders and me crouched down legs cocked wide gives easy access to my clit if need be. I always begin with a firm spreading of the thighs stretching them out forcing the punany to bloom like an onion from Outback. Lesbian sex is more about feeling and sensations; it’s a mind fuck first before the touching begins. The body responds to the thought of sex before it gets to experience the joys. I like to sensually torture and tease the entire body before I begin to devour the pussy. I love to hear my partner giggle with nervous anticipation and wiggle to the sensation of my hot mouth kissing behind her kneecaps, licking the backs of her legs or nibbling on the space between her anus and vaginal opening.

“Lay down,” I demand, and she complies. I like for her to lay on her back with her booty floating off the edge. The weight of her thighs resting on my shoulders and me crouched down legs cocked wide gives easy access to my clit if need be. I always begin with a firm spreading of the thighs stretching them out forcing the punany to bloom like an onion from Outback. Lesbian sex is more about feeling and sensations; it’s a mind fuck first before the touching begins. The body responds to the thought of sex before it gets to experience the joys. I like to sensually torture and tease the entire body before I begin to devour the pussy. I love to hear my partner giggle with nervous anticipation and wiggle to the sensation of my hot mouth kissing behind her kneecaps, licking the backs of her legs or nibbling on the space between her anus and vaginal opening.

Much like hers, my pussy is ignited with passion. I can feel the warmth and wetness pool on the inside of my sex and anymore teasing will force me to explode, so I begin. First licking up the Barbie Doll joint crease where the legs meet the lips and I bite down to the folds of her ass. I’m an “all hands on deck” kind of pussyeater so I use my chin to spread her lips and clear a path to the center of her sex. I poke my bottom lip to all the way out and use it to scoop the impending juices back up to the clit; the secret to optimum pleasure is a super wet pussy, and natural juice is the best lubrication.

All mouth motions must be smooth and methodic; establishing a rhythm first sets the tone for the session. So I use my bottom lip to roll up and my bottom teeth to push the wetness out in a slow wine motion like the sexiest dancehall queen and her hips mimic the moves. By this time my entire face it wet and I’m loving it. She begins to moan slow and deep from pleasure and I do the same. Mechanically my lips shape themselves into a full-lipped pucker and I swallow the clit while pressing firmly on the abdomen.

While engulfed between my lips I slap the clit with my tongue starting off softly and allowing the repetitive motion to build bringing her to a climax. I stop. Still holding onto the clit and exhaling my warm breath, but no more motion. At this point she usually sits up and yells, “What the fuck!” I smile to myself, release the clit and commence to licking her from the rooter to the tooter and she settles back in to her position. I like to French kiss the clit nice and slow, sticking my tongue in and up, twisting my head to match its movements, stopping every few moments to plant a soft peck on the cheeks. I squeeze the lips together pushing the clit out and rub my face into it causing her to quiver.

Too much attention to the clit can lead to an early climax and I’m not ready for that so I focus on the entrance. As we all know the most sensitive portion of the twat is the opening so I allow my tongue to graze this area slow but confidently, with my mouth wide open the so the coolness of my breath enhances the feelings. I wrap my arms around her thighs pulling her in as she begins to fuck my face. I push my thumb into the apex of the vagina and force the clit to jump from under the hood.

The exposure to the night’s air is enough to produce more juices and I just lap it all up. I push her to the other end of the bed forcing her head to dangle off so I can mount the bed. I force her legs even wider so I can suck and tug on her clit while fingering the pussy, using forceful strokes. Now I can sense the climax building again because her back starts to arch and just when she belts, “I’m gonna cum,” I pop an index finger in her asshole and its over. She clamps down on my hand, I feel her clit pulsate and her passion is all over my face. I take one more sip and savor in the fruits of my labors and fall out. She wants a wet towel; I comply and happily sleep it off until the morning.

Do you like Serving Face?

HNT: These Lonely Lips....

2010-03-18T00:01:00.003-04:00

So, it's been six weeks since I've had the opportunity to wrap my lips around a thick, juicy, pulsating dick. Six weeks since I've been properly sucked, fucked and thrashed into oblivion.

It's depressing.

I'm staring to feel my equilibrium coming undone.

I went and fired my whole squad before I had secured a replacement fucker. Of all of the new connections I've made lately, few seem fruitful, and the ones that excite me, are far from local. I'm too horny to import dick right now... I wish I had a "Dick-Signal" like the one used to summon Batman. A big floodlight in a penis-shape that I could project into the sky and then magically, within minutes, a man wielding a big, beautiful cock would come a'knocking.

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

The Pussy Drought: Volume 1 - Finger Fucking in the Dark

2010-03-16T12:08:00.000-04:00

I've fucked ALOT of women. Or at least I think so, as compared to how many men I've fucked. I'm no Don Juan to the ladies but something about my very nature encourages women to open up to me about their sexual desires, interests, mishaps and what-have-you. I always attributed it to my insane sense of loyalty to many of my female friends. Any of my girls know that I'm that girl in the crew that's really got everyone's back when the shit hits the fan. I'm the last-in the club and last-out the club type chick, making sure everyone is good before we bounce. I'm like a FBI agent, surveying the spot for any deviants or haters, both of which should be on the America's Most Wanted list. I always have a fabulous time (busters or not)and I look fabulous doing it.
Most women love me or hate me. I think I like it that way. See, I started my love affair with pussy a loooong time ago. So, those who love me...well, let's just say I could appreciate this gift with girls as early as 9 years old.

In fifth grade, Melanie was the cutest girl in the world to me. She had this beautiful honey brown skin and her hair was almost always done cute. Her older sister used to think she was all-that. hmmph. I mean she was def cute, but Melanie was like waaaay better. She had the biggest bootie in the class. I loved watching her walk away from me with the plaid from her skirt bouncing from her booty jiggles. She also had what I now know as luscious "dick sucking" lips which she plastered with lipgloss daily. Come to think of it, I remember plenty of times feeling tingly as I watched her suck her thumb. That's actually how we became friends--we both still had issues quitting the thumb sucking.

And, Mels was definitely one of my best, most favorite friends. We jumped rope together. She let me do her hair. We always asked to go to the bathroom together. We used to switch uniforms sometimes (still not sure why lol). We started the whole "Cool" for girls to sit on girls laps thing at our school. But all the while, we had not done anything remotely sexual with each other. Randomly one day standing around after cheerleading practice, my life changed.

In the bathroom checking out what our uniforms would look like for next week's game--we're both being silly posing, doing fake steps in adjacent mirrors. I turned to her and giggled, "oooooh Melanie look at all that booty hanging out", simultaneously poking her ass softly. "You betta quit D! Plus look at all of this", Mel yelled back as she quickly brushed her hand across my "ample" size B cups. Wow she had grabbed me back! I just poked her and she kinda grabbed me. So the next time I lightly gripped under her ass with my hand and made reference to her big booty again. Next she's attacking me in groping tickles. We start tickling each other but it definitely feels more like copping feels. Our giggles are echoing through the entire bathroom and empty gym I'm sure. We're going on for a while, rolling along the wall. She's in control. Then I'm in control.

We keep our faces close together--her cheek on mine. She tickles me by softly grabbing my tit. I laugh to keep up pretenses. I tickle her by playing along her butt crack. She laughes as well. Finally, a truce...but I get the last feel with a finger that grazes the inside of her ass. We paused for a long, awkward time with no laughter. We kinda just stared at each other. Just as I was about to tell her it was prolly time for me to go home, she said calmly, "I'll show you my booty, if you show me your titties." WTF? Wait...What? YES!!! "Aight--well let's hurry up", I say tentatively.

So of course bossy ass Mel was gonna try to force me to go first. But I wasn't having it! Nah! We had to draw on that one. I won the quick draw so SHE had to go first. We agreed to follow the other person's instructions---so you get to see everything you want to see. With her standing far across from me, I told her to turn around and pull up her skirt first, so I could see her ass in the cheerleading pants aka spanks. She agreed and as soon as her skirt lifted, I felt myself inching forward past the "safe zone". I wanted a closer look goddamit! I told her it would make it easier if I just pulled down her spanks and panties, while she held up the skirt. She agreed. I kneeled down behind her and reached up for her spanks. Words can not even expresss my anticipation at that very moment. I was finally going to see her ass! My heart was in my throat and my hands were super clammy. I remember pulling down her burgandy spanks slowly and seeing the prettiest caramel brown round sticking out the side of her underwear. Her booty got all goosebumpy after the air hit it. I remember thinking her leg looked like a golden original recipe KFC chicken leg. (that now makes sense for obvious reason lol) I instructed her to "go shoulder length" which was cheerleading code for "spread your legs". She never gave me any problems--she just said "ok" and "is that ok?" and I was grateful for her cooperation. I knew her snug-fit, pretty panties with purple and pink flowers would need more room for maneuvering and I didn't want to drop them.

As she stepped out her panties, one by one with each leg, I got a glimpse of her lil space of heaven between her legs. She smelled of baby powder and sweat. She had about the same amount of hair as I did down by her kitty kat. I was literally speechless. My thoughts raced but were abruptedly interrupted---"Um hellloo? What are we supposed to do now?" she says clearly getting annoyed. Truth is I had no idea what we were supposed to do now. So I said the first thing that came to mind----"We can 'DO IT'...if you want to?" And that was all she wrote....

Neither of us really knew what "doing it" was but we were pretty determined to figure it out. We made up our own rules. Melanie wanted it where we didn't do it with anybody else---but I quickly vetoed that. Doing it in our world was finger-fucking in the dark. Wet kisses in the bathroom stalls. We started off quite sloppy and it always seemed a pain to only get to do it once in a while after cheerleading practice. By 7th grade, although we were in different schools, we were covert finger fucking pros.

Away at camps and trips, counselors spent most of their time trying to keep the girls away from the boys. This sucked for Melanie, cause she was always in and out with this fool, Charles. He had a nasty mouth but he was cute though. I knew he was doing it to her to on the DL. Shoot by 7th grade, there was a group of 5 or 6 girls doing it with each other. We all participated in the same after-school activities, and had previously been classmates before I moved to the manhattan prep school. On our trips, we would run an entire bunk and everyone was sworn to secrecy or risk getting yo azz beat! We'd always pair up before the trip but knew everyone was fair game. Mel was always my bus ride partner. We always wore skirts and scoped out seats near the back. We would finger each other on every single bus trip. Whoeever was getting fingered would be on the inside seat. The outside person would pretend to be laying/sleeping on the other person---while nibbling a nipple inconspicously and finger fucking under a large warm blanket.

I really liked when she touched me but I loved fingering her. She used to like to pretend she was sleeping also but underneath the blanket she'd be spread so wide to me, with gushs of wetnesses and her pussy muscles contracting on my pace. Overnight trips were the best because I got to play with her pussy for as long as I wanted. Her kitty was always moist and her clit felt juicy between my forefinger and thumb. At night when the bus was pitch black, she'd whisper "Do it fast, but cover my mouth". I loved this part. I'd sit up slowly and look around to make sure no one was facing our direction. I would slide her ass down to the edge of the seat and drape her right leg over both my legs. She was practically on my lap. Her left leg stood up on the radiator on the side of the bus with both of us sufficiently covered by the blanket. Being in the back of the bus, we had a little leeway with sound but we were always super careful---that's why she insisted that I cover her mouth. She was always worried about getting caught. I liked teasing her with my middle finger, sliding up and down her pussy lips. I could always tell she was getting impatient, cause she would inch her pussy closer to my hand, hoping to get lucky with a quick dip inside. I pressed my left hand hard against her mouth and face. She wrapped her hands around mine for extra support. I took a deep breath, braced myself and dove straight into her treasure chest.

Starting very slowly, I'd work my finger around her smooth wet walls. Twirling my finger, working it in and out slowly. Every once in a while I'd quickly slide my finger up to her clit and use my thumb to squeeze it. She squeezed my hands tighter. I was always patient and willing to wait until I felt like she was really open---gushing with sweet juices, clit pulsating to a rapid rhthym. Then I'd ball up all but my middle finger and finger fuck her for as fast I could. I was determined to give it to her from every angle. Her slippery wet lips slid past my knuckles. I rotated my hand back and forth while swimming in and out. I worked in different zones enjoying every minute of it. I loved teasing her with fast pumps in and out just at the tip of her lips. She gushed some more for me. I quickly flip my hand to palm side up and use my thumb to wiggle her clit, while still giving it to her. That was my favorite. I kept a fluid, trance-like motion and I can remember thinking, gosh my mouth is open and tongue is out---thank god she can't see me. lol. My own kitty is meowing, clit tingling in excitement. I guess I'd stop when I knew she couldn't take anymore or someone in the bus coughed. I always gave her clit a few minutes of extra playtime as I pinched lightly, pulled and wiggled. Eventually, we'd both fall asleep. On a few occasions I did fall asleep with my finger in her pussy, thumb on her clit. Regardless, the next day I had my own reminder of our secret - her scent right on my finger, which I sniffed long, hard and frequently. I was an addict.

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So you see, I've had this relationship with pussy going on for a looooong time. Of course I would admit it has evolved tremendously. Still, no one could have ever told me back in the day that I would experience nearly a year long pussy drought! Now that I'm enduring that space, I really don't know what to think. I'm trying to make heads and tails of it, truly scratching my head. How am I feeling? Hmm How....am....I...feeling? I guess I feel frustrated and pissed but confused as hell. I mean, is this just supposed to be the pussy-less era? When do I get that impulse back?

Kudos to my boyfriend, who has obviously put it down enough for this drought to have occurred. I have never been in a relationship with a man before and not had sexual encounters (with or without his knowledge) with another woman. So I guess from one angle, this could be seen as a triumph for my heterosexual relationships. But I think I'd feel like that was less bullshit if I didn't fantasize about women all the time. Cleary, as wonderful as sex is with my boyfriend, there are just some things he can't possiby provide. Although on some nights, if I'm faded enough and he's being really quick and gentle, I can definitely hallucinate about a second girl involved.

Granted, my life is very different today than even a year ago. I'm not galavanting around NYC in stilettos rendezvous-ing with other hot girls in stilettos. Damn those were the days. These days I'm out in west bum fuck, NJ, with nary a fabulous weave around. But I've dealt with worse and have still found jump-offs. So I keep thinking these are all excuses. There are definitely some cute girls at my school at least. Ok, yes some are just way too young, 18/19---and others are not my type, despite being cute. But, it didn't take long for my school crew to get comfortable talking about sexuality & interests. I'm pretty confident that one drunk night with either of my homegirls---the drought is probably over. So why haven't I made a move? So why let the blasphemy continue? Is it a drought or have I just gone on strike. Or am I fasting for a specific future meal?

After a 22-year affair with pussy, best believe I need to figure this out. Tonight I learned that I was clearly born with the desire to lust after and love women. All of my naughty thoughts were from my own limited frame of reference. There were no outside influences initially. Finger fucking was our secret born out of simple attraction and curiousity. I never spoke about it with anyone---not until well into my 20s. Truthfully, I didn't speak about it much with any of the girls that participated. I feared that they would be able to tell just how much I liked it---and I wasn't supposed to like it THAT much. lol

This is my journey to find an answer. Maybe there is something in the past or the future that explains this sudden shift. Late night reminscing and fantasizing, I'm bound to come across something...

Has the core of your sex life suddenly changed and you're hardpressed to figure out why? What would you do to get to an answer?

Log in for The Pussy Drought: Volume 2!

Group Post: I Got Fu-uh-uh-ucked!

2010-03-15T00:02:00.009-04:00

My boyfriend is the naughtiest dude I know!! YES and I love it. He's like my very own porno star. Any chance he gets to walk around with his shlong swinging and poking everywhere half hard---he will take it. He masterbates before and after sex! I think we're done and I'm dozing off. And 5 mins later I turn around and catch him tickling his own balls with any make-shift item that he can find---including, a twizzler! Those are times I love him the most because he can be even more of a sexual deviant than I am. Now this man has a beauuuutiful penis....as far as penises go (all know I still prefer the look of pussy above all). However, i can appreciate a good looking dick. And if I believed there was a special far off place that made dicks and pussies in pairs---where one dick would be made just special for one pussy---kinda like a lock & key...well, if I believe in that place, I'd believe his dick was my one and only key. He can open me up anytime....any place...any position...all the time.

So it's been 21 days, 8 hours, 15 mins and 12 seconds since I last had sex with this man. Sure, I've been in a pussy drought but NO sex at all was about to have me propel myself off a large building! He said he would be here on Friday night and I just thanked God it was already Friday morning. Whew I made it! just a few more hours and I'd be waking up the neighbors. From our convos the previous night, I could already tell he was pressed to get some lovin'. And I was definitely happy to oblige. Your girl was so horny, I spent nearly the whole day surfing my favorite online toy shops. I even watched a few frames of girl-on-girl porno and jacked myself off. I love Fridays for this very reason. My work is usually done---and I can play allllllll day! Not today though. Boo. Shit. Already time to pick up my son from school and drop him by a relative's for the weekend. Playtime is over and it's time to get in gear for tonight. I need my house to be cleaned, food cooked etc. But I already know I'm not going to have enough time. I shoot him a quick text:

Me: Ok, so my house is dirty. I will need some time to clean my bedroom.
Him: Sry. U gettin fucked in a dirty house. U'll worry bout cleanin in the mornin.

Ooooooh YES! I'm gonna get fu-uh-uh-ucked tonight!
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Lounging in my fav purple spaghetti-strapped nightie, the clock tells me this dude is late....and I coulda cleaned up a bit more. Now I'm building tension. I decide to smoke a L and relax with my hot pink butterfly vibrator. Hmmmm Fresh Batteries! My latest fantasy of my boyfriend getting sucked off by another girl fill my thoughts. My eyes roll back and I can feel myself drifting off into a smooth and yummy orgasm. There I am legs spread, back arched.....I guess I got so lost, I didn't hear him come in.

His mouth and tongue, cold on my clit, make me gasp out of excitement and sheer fear. WTF? Where did he come from? I knew it was him because his hands were fahreezing. Normally, this would cause me to run screaming from the room. But instead, I suffer through the pain. Not that I would have been able to move anyway--he has me anchored down with my legs pinned open. And I'm definitely not in the mood for a struggle. His tongue is warmer as he is sucking softly on my clit. I lean into my stretch and push my pussy closer to him. His pressure gets harder as he alternates from sucking and tongue flicking. I can feel my being leave my body for a second----floating on my high and a feeling of ecstasy. I let out a breathy "Yeah baby.....yeah baby.....yeah baby!", each with a higher pitch. He knows he had me on the ropes. I hover above myself in a cloud of deliciousness...I don't want to leave. Just as I'm about to float away.....his chilly fingers squeeze both my nipples firmly and I get thrusted back into my body. Hit the bed with a wham----reach for the heavens and yell "YEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!"

I....Can't.....Breathe..... whoa a FULL sample of his dick in my wet pussy------deep breath in and moan it on out. It's like his dick has GPS on my spot. Gotcha bitch! I look up and finally see his face. This dude is fully clothed, I mean coat and hat with dick hanging out the zipper of his jeans. He didn't even bother to take his shoes off (I gotta remember to yell at him about that one some other time lol). He gives me three or four great humps each with his sly grin showing just how much he loves to fuck. yes. Yes! YES!! Then pauses for dramatics and to let me know just how much he missed my pussy. His face says it all as he slowly backs out of my pussy. Ok So nevermind the shooooooes, I'm thinking. With throbbing and pulsating solid as a rock dick, he moves fairly slowly and deliberately-- showing excellent restraint biting his lip in concentration. And its juuuuuust what my pussy needed. She wanted to be stroked and caressed deeply. I could feel every inch of him. And the cool metal from the zipper on my clit make my legs shake eveytime he is fully in.

Like a pro, he smoothly slides his dick in deeeeep with looong strokes. His eyes are fixated on watching my pussy inhale every inch of his dick He slowly works my nightgown straps down off my shoulders, sliding them down my arms as far as they can go. He rubs his nose and lips over the outline of my nipple through the gown. He stops mid stroke and works just that level of my pussy, teasing my nipples with hands running up and down my body. He skillfully maneuvers my breasts from beneath my night gown, exposing my big brown nipples to the air. He's like the master of my body. I cum on his command. Working me over with soft nibbling on my nipples while giving me the full length of his dick. He pauses deep inside and just pulsates lightly. That feels....that feels ooooooh cha ching, my lock just opened! My inner pussy muscles clamps down on his dick. He pushes in deeper and holds again. He does his magic on my nipples----left swirl, right, light suck, small pinches and pulls. Oh Damn, my whole body is shaking in anticipation. Just as I'm about to topple over this hill, he quickly flips both of my legs to one side his body. I back down off my climax in anticipation of what is next. He bends his knees, pulls aparts my cheeks and proceeds to get it in. But I only need a few strokes to reach my pinnacle, now as high as a mountain. Fuck the hill. I'm hang-gliding down the steepest and tallest mountain ever. Eeeeeeeeee. Shrieking out of breath. I can't. I can't, muttering like an idiot. His thrusting has calmed and just as I'm gearing for another ride on the moutain...

He flings me into doggie position, pushes my head down toward the pillow, and grabs my waist to pull me closer to the edge of the bed. He begins by spanking my pussy with his pulsating dick. Short, upward flicks on my lips. The tap tap tap on my clit has my pussy drooling for more dick. But I know he isnt going to give it to me until he had his sufficient play time. He slides his dick in between my ass cheeks as I jiggle them for his viewing pleasure. He thanks me with a fresh slap to the right cheek. I moan in pleasure. Then he turns up the butterfly a notch and adjusts its location by pulling the straps across into my ass. Hmmmm I totally forgot I was wearing it. Thanks babe. I was itching to lick my cum off his still throbbing dick. So I angle myself accordingly and grab his belt to pull him closer to me. In one swallow, I take him in and my sugary cream makes his dick taste super sweet.
He gasps and smacks my ass harder. I wiggle my ass begging for more. Cause I'm a dirty freak who likes to get spanked while she devours dick lol. He uses one hand to spank me and the other hand to gently caress my head while I deepthroat his dick. I love this dichotomy. I love the hard and the soft and he is masterful at this. The gentle pets on my head are so soothing, they make me fall deeper into my dick sucking zone. I'm like a baby nursing on a bottle---which of course is fitting since I do call him "Daddy". WHAM! The ass smack keeps me on my shit though. I can go for as long as he can take it. Face fucking at its best. The tip of his dick tapping my throat. The lovely butterfly buzz massaging my pussy. Every now and then my body shakes as it reaches what feels like is the brink of an orgasm.

I suck harder and deeper, working my tongue up and down his thick shaft. He moans breathy sounds that get louder with each swallow. "Yeah baby" he said, as he lightly rubs my face and under my jaw bone, as if in disbelief of its power. Fucking my face harder, using his left arm to grab my hair as an anchor. I gotta moan with every stroke. He slides his sweaty hands towards my ass---lightly spanking each cheek before using his fingers to slowly swipe down the middle of my cheeks. He rubs my hole ever so lightly and now I'm whimpering and sucking. He uses his finger to spread the wetness from my pussy to my asshole. I suddenly realize I've slowed my suck to match pace with the movement of his fingers. He starts fingering my ass and I can feel the pull of the outer body orgasm. Suddenly sound is gone and I feel like I'm in a tunnel with light at the end. Somehow I believe if I suck harder and buck faster, I'll reach the light. The bed is shaking from my body's continuous rocking. I wrap my arms around his waist, holding on and sucking on for dear life. He could probably withstand the sight of me sucking him off and our matched levels of enjoyment. But the finger in my ass makes him feel like he wants to bust any second. He grabs my hair and head with both hands, three short quick pumps and one long----Just as I was about to float off, I get pulled back in. Just in time to guzzle down his jizzy cum. I finish him off like a pro, a few more sucks to ensure I've got every drop (he nearly drops to his knees with these sucks hmmpph) and a quick wipedown from balls to tip with my tongue (in this case, it was from zipper to tip lol). Whew. I pull off my sweaty night gown. Dayum, a small shutter goes through my body quickly, recalling what just happened.

I got slow fucked. I got face fucked (twice---in both possible ways! I got finger fucked. I got fast fucked. Shit, I even got fucked sideways.

And this was ONLY Round 1 for our weekend stay-cation. No need to get dressed again for at least 48 hrs. After all, I'm dealing with my very own porn star. I help the poor guy to a seat on the other side of the bed. He's recovering from electrocution (as he would say) and I gotta help him out of his coat and clothes. He's sweaty and hot, lightly kissing my shoulder blade as I work off his boots. Sure enough, by the time I reach his boxers----he's ready for Round 2.

What was the longest marathon fucking session you've ever been a part of?

[Sidebar: I got fucked twice while writing this piece. My boyfriend thought it necessary to help me enhance the story with vivid imagery by providing me with the necessary inspiration. That all being said my pussy is humming and this marathon session has been 56 hrs...and counting. He leaves at 6:30AM.]

Thanks to Kimberly for organizing these group posts every month!

Find out how the others "Got Fucked" with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and Petal, Ronjazz, Hubman, Autumn, , Topaz, Gray, Bri, Adulterous Letch, Britini, Dreamwalker, Spring Flower, They belong to us and Veronica.

HNT: Running Around Like A Chicken With My Head Cut Off...

2010-03-11T00:01:00.009-05:00

My partner and I are going to make it legal and binding in a little less than 80 days. Three weeks ago I had the brilliant idea to plan in less than 4 months an event which is typically (and wisely) spread over 12-18. I must have lost my fucking mind. Suffice to say my patience is already worn thin and if this process lasts longer than the intended deadline, someone in my family or one/all of my close friends (including several women of kink) may no longer be with us. I don't know how people manage but my survival may well hinge on several bottles of Patron, a daily allotment of Xantax/Hydro and the occasional private session with my pocket rocket. I attempted (unsuccessfully) to escape this past Saturday at a "Studio 54" party.

Yes the girls were dangerously near toppling out/over...they were in effect drunker than I was. Pity.

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

Fantasy Fuck: The Masked Marauder

2010-03-10T23:55:00.002-05:00

maraud: verb. 1. to roam or go around in quest of plunder; make a raid for booty

A few weeks ago, I appealed to my followers via Twitter for some ideas for my next blog post. I'm ashamed that it's taken so long to make it up here, but for some reason, I couldn't make it through without becoming sidetracked. One of my sexy e-comrades (whom I was dying to let smack it up, flip it and rub it down) suggested an interesting topic "anal sex with a stranger" and me likey. A nice, sexy mix of carnal lust and anonymity was just up my alley. (heh, pardon the pun).

And so it goes...

I was up in New York for a short visit with friends. Since it is her stomping grounds, I had called up Choc'laDee ahead of time to see if she knew of any debauchery we could get into on the Friday night that my friend had to work. Of course she did! She told me of a Kinky Masquerade party hosted by Mansion (M2, or whatever the venue is called now). I was down, and Dee said that Haute was going to be in town the same weekend, and would definitely be down to go. Oh shit, I thought, this was going to be a wildass night!

Fast forward to Friday. Choc'laDee, Haute and I had met up for lunch and to purchase masks to wear to the party. That night, as we were walking into the party I surveyed the three of us - what a sexy slutty crew we were. Each wearing some form of vixen-wear accompanied by beautifully adorned masks--I had chosen to wear a black bustier, with pink detail and a short black skirt with fishnets to accentuate my thick legs and stilettos that were so high, I was nervous. My mask was pink (obvious) and black. We walked into the club and commenced to drinking, dancing and becoming increasingly aroused by our surroundings. I lost my homegirls after they disappeared following an extra long trip to the "bathroom". I knew I wasn't going to catch up with their horny asses until later, so I headed to the bar, got another drink, and before mingling, tweeted my first impression of all of the sexiness around me.

A few minutes later, I received a reply from @thedirtydetails "Imagine that. So am I. And yes, lots of sexiness around."
I tweeted back, "You're here?! Where are you?"
TDD: "*Smirking* Where are you?"
Me: "I'm by the bar in pink and black. Standing solo. I lost Haute and Choc'laDee temporarily. Get over here. and how will I know who you are?"
Him: "You will know. I'll be over there in a few."
Me: "Oh shit..."
His reply: "Oh shit is right."

While I sipped my drink and waited to meet the mysterious fellow blogger, I reflected on all of the shit-talking I had done since i'd made his acquaintance online. After I had become a regular reader of his blog, I became more and more intrigued about how much his art really did imitate life. Like many others who read his hot and steamy entries, I had thought more than once about how he could get it--and the ways in which I would give it to him! In addition to his sexy words, the whole mystery behind his masked persona combined with a cocky self-assurance, makes a girl just wanna kneel down and ego boost all day! Whew! But I digress... I'm waiting. I knew his ass wasn't going to come running over to the bar immediately, so I got into a conversation with a friendly, full-bodied chick next to me who was telling me about some bullshit I couldn't really hear because I was really listening. I noticed her eyes shift a bit to look at something behind me, turned around and, heh, yeah...that's him. I didn't know what he looked like, and with the Eyes Wide Shut-esque mask he was wearing very little of his face was revealed, but I knew that this was him. I totally forgot about the Latina chick and me and my crush started making small talk, laughing about our online banter, a segway to sex. Particularly a claim I had made recently, about what I would to to his dick when it got in the vicinity of my mouth. I had absolutely no clue when me and homeboy would cross paths again, so I went in. All in. I suggested we try to find a spot that was a little less crowded...and he led the way.

We walked around to this area that was secluded enough, save a drunk couple talking shit on one of the couches. we moved into a dark-ish corner and he looked at me and said, "So?" Fuck it. I answered in the language that I spoke best. Tongue. I squatted in front of him and unzipped his pants to pull him out. Thick and heavy and already hardening like a rock, I opened wide and took him balls deep in one gulp. He gasped. He hadn't believe me when I told him I would. I reached down and ripped a hole in the crotch of my fishnets, so I could push my fingers inside. He had grabbed a handful of my hair and was pulling my head back and forth, mouth-fucking me as he leaned up against the wall. I sucked harder and faster and then he pulled me back, strings of saliva connecting my mouth to his dick. "Stand up," he said. Within the 3 seconds it took to stand and lean back to catch my footing in those fucking shoes, he pulled up my right leg around his waist and pulled my tits up out of the top of my bustier and grabbed a fistful. We kissed roughly as he ripped the hole in my stockings wider and before I could brace for impact, I was being impaled. Straight up! He started off deep, slow and slightly rough, and the louder I moaned, the faster he went. I held on to him for dear life, as I was fearful that I would break my fucking ankle, but I was cumming back to back and I didn't want him to stop. And just when I though he would.

He didn't. Only long enough to say, "Turn around." I did. I was entranced. I heard him half chuckling at me as he leaned into my ear and whispered, "You talked a whole lot of shit, didn't you?" I nodded and whimpered, "Unh huh." He rubbed his dick along my pussy lips, slathering it with my juices. He said, "Then the punishment, should fit the crime." With that, he started pushing his dick into my tight and pulsating asshole, my juices as lube. I could only imagine the slick shit going through his head while he was fucking the fuckety fuck out of me. My pussy was dripping a puddle and I was going bananas as he pinched my nipples while he fucked me deep in my second hole. I was facing the wall, hands in front bracing myself. I leaned back into him, grinding my hips as he fucked my ass deep. He moved my hands to my nipples and instructed me to squeeze, and I did. He was rubbing my clit and fucking me harder. I don't think, at this point, there was a separation between one orgasm and another. My eyes rolled back an I uttered the most unladylike growl....FUCK! He put his hand on the back of my neck an pushed me forward, bending me over. He steadied his stroke and pushed in and out a few more times before sliding his dick out and spreading my ass cheeks just in time to cum all over my gaping asshole.

I sighed, looked over my shoulder and through the blur of my misplaced mask, I noticed the people on the nearby couch had clearly been enjoying the show. They tipped their drinks to us as I struggled to straightened out my cum-stained skirt, put my tits back in my top and make sure my mask was on straight. When I looked back up at him, he had already regained any small amount of composure he may have lost. "You should probably go to the bathroom and get yourself together, find your friends," he said. He kissed me on the cheek, patted my ass, turned around and walked the fuck away.

Yup!

They call him The Fury, and he will tap...that...ASS!!

The me that is she...

2010-03-04T10:55:00.012-05:00

Don't you wonder sometimes, did you ever wonder how it is possible to want both at once?

For one to have nothing to do with the other?

For each to be uniquely powerful? Deep?

But for the wanting and ache for one to sometimes be more moving than the other? If only because it is always softer, sweeter, slower...

There is nothing about wanting a woman that means I don't want

him. Nothing which makes that less than....what it is. But there is something about wanting...really needing a woman...in company of spirit and body that is completely and utterly different....that is open and willing and I suppose like the wanting of him for me in the quiet moments...the gentle languid moments..when we savour.

Perhaps this is why a purely physical connection with a woman leaves me wanting...if that is all it is...

There is perhaps little time in those hurried moments to reflect on the soft curve of a back, the deep indent and sweep of a collar bone, the fullness of the back...of her...the sweetness of lips tugged by teeth tongue peaking in between...to savour...the me that is she and somehow more wonderous.

Sometimes when he looks at me in reverence and wonder...when he traces his fingers along my inner thigh, lays his face on the fullness of my breasts or rubs his nose against my cheekbones, sometimes when he just lays...with me...I feel the tug that he feels and know it is the same...when I'm with her.

There is something special and tender and delicious between us...women...always.

When exacted with purpose and calculated skill...when measured and slow...when frantic and panting...

It is always there..in the softness of our bodies...the memory of our fingers...

when we savour...

That feeling in your gut!

2010-02-24T02:28:00.001-05:00

You know… the older I get the more I realize the power of a woman's instincts. So often we second guess ourselves simply because we don't want something to be true, but we know what it is! It's that nauseating turning in your gut that creeps up to your mind like a whisper, and then turns into a chant. That little voice that builds in the pit of your stomach and makes its presence known, and says, "Hey bitch, sumthin just ain' right here!" This is true for any number of things, from knowing a lover is cheating to knowing you should not have given that motherfucka in the club your real number.

Why is it that we so often go against our 6^th sense- Intuition! It is second to none in alerting you that something is wrong and yet we continuously push it to the side for self deprecating results. A girlfriend of mine is in this relationship and it seems as though every other day there is something going on with her and her beau. From phone calls in the middle of the night, suggestive texts to random mood swings and bogus accusations. She keeps telling me she knows that something is wrong, but she just can't put a finger on it! She so badly wants to be wrong however that she often comes up with better excuses for him that he does for himself.

So about a month ago he pulled the classic "Let-me-half-confess-to-something-so-that-when-the-other-shoe-drops-I-can-say-that-I-already-mentioned-all-this-so-why-the-fuck-are-you-tripping" strategy. He mentions to her some rumor going around about how he was having some fling with this girl and how she was pregnant for him but got rid of it. And that the trip that he took the week before was supposedly with her, but that was bullshit, she just happened to be on the same flight coming back , but people must have seen them sitting and talking in the airport and made all this shit up. He then proceeds to tell her that's the rumor that he heard and just wanted to bring it up because he knows how people are and didn't want it coming to her and making her worried or catch her off guard. Hmmmmm (side-eye)! The minute she told me this story I immediately felt it too convenient (as did she), but I said nothing (time has taught me not to get involved in people's domestic issues; you can only help those who help themselves)! I simply told her that what happens in the dark always comes out in the ok light and that if there was ANY truth to it all, she would know.

Now the fact that she called me immediately feeling uneasy about the whole thing should have been her first indication that something was wrong. But then two weeks later when she got a random message on her phone playing Aaliyah's song 'If your girl only knew', that should have been the second. But still she chalks it up to petty jealousies and his ex. So when she was packing a suitcase for her son's sleepover last week and went to rip off the baggage tag and it had said other girls surname on it, that 'story' of his should've come flying back at her like Ike did at Tina. But instead it was like sand in a sandstorm. It confused her and choked her up, but ultimately, blinded her. He explained that they checked in together because he had been running late and she let him cut the line, so they checked the bags together and his tag was probably on hers and vice versa. Hmmmm (side eye)! She still didn't fully believe it, she still felt uneasy, she now had that huge raging in her stomach screaming this is bullshit, but she silenced it saying that it WAS possible! Sure it's possible, so is reincarnation but that shit hasn't exactly proven itself true now has it!

I'm sitting here thinking, 'What do you need a picture with the girl straddling him, with a tit in his mouth?' But alas, all in our own time I suppose. So two days ago, when her cousin sent her a link to a Facebook photo of her beau and the ho straddling him in a tank top and panties in a hotel room, I'd say she got what she needed. She cried for hours about how could she not have seen it? Why did she keep making excuses for his sorry ass? Why didn't she follow her gut? Why indeed!

Have you ever been in a situation where you know in your gut that something is wrong and ignored it to your own demise? Are you still kicking yourself for it?

Group Post: The Day.......I found my mOjO

2010-02-17T02:00:00.008-05:00

I spent much of my sexually active teenage years wondering just what all the fuss was about! After speaking with quite a few of my friends it seems that I was not alone. After losing my virginity at the not so tender age of 16 (on my birthday may I add) my only regret was not making sure that my partner was maybe a little better endowed, and perhaps a bit more experienced. My first time was not with someone that I loved or even liked for that matter. But in that Hotel room with a view, and the chilled cooler of Bacardi Breezers quelling my every qualm… I gave up the goods. Yup, a little liquid courage was all it took to give up my innocence to a guy with marginal Halitosis, a good sense of humor and an eagerness that rivals only the Republicans in today’s senate!

I didn’t have sex again for almost 2 years after that! Talk about uninterested! I just didn’t get it! I mean what the hell was the point. I would get all hot and bothered and tingly; I’d be loaded, cocked and ready to go and then it was like ‘oh… is that it’! I decided I’d rather not be bothered. Even after I resumed my sexual voyage years later I found myself unable to capture those lusty moments that I saw in the movies or on TV, or even that my friends would speak of. I started thinking that it was something wrong with me. Why don’t I tremble and scream out in ecstasy or buck like a horse when I have an orgasm….. And there it was! Like a hard slap on cold skin. Because I never had… climaxed that is. Duh! I mean sure I had gotten aroused and even had what I assume were like little climaxes, but I had never had an orgasm!!!! Well, that would just not do! This would have to be rectified! You know you always just assume that you have sex you’ll have an orgasm, like the two go hand in hand! Alas, that is not the case, but I was not going to lie (no pun intended) down without a fight, I would not go quietly into the night! I was a woman with a charge!

So now I had a new mission: Mission: Orgasm. My mission (and I chose to accept it) was to explore myself and sexuality and bring myself to this illusive orgasm by any means necessary. Every sexual encounter was like hunting some rare species of crocodile in the rolling Australian Outback. It was treacherous and fun but ever so disappointing when my hunt would come to an end and alas “Crikey! No croc!” After a few months of this my endurance started to wane. It was sucking what little fun I had come to enjoy from sex right out of it. Until one night while I was sitting and having a conversation with a girlfriend, Izzy. Actually she was my girlfriend Nessa’s girlfriend, and not at all timid about sharing her opinions. She was slightly older, very open and overtly sexual, oh … and Italian. As we talked somehow I ended up opening up about my hunt for my big O.

“Well what do you like” she asked it like it should have ended with …”on your pizza”! I didn’t understand the question.

“What makes you hot, what turns you on?” I was still a little lost, and considering she was a stranger, a tad bit uncomfortable.

She pulled herself closer, with a cigarette pulling from her lips and a glass of wine being caressed between her palms. She put down the glass and gestured for my hand. I slid forward and extended my hand. She ran the tips of her fingers around the palm of my hand, trailing them slowly up my arm.

“What do you think about when your legs are wrapped around a man’s shoulders and neck and your clit is between his teeth being stroked with his tongue?” She pulled my wrist to her lips, kissing it and, letting the tip of her tongue caress my pulse points ever so slightly. I was blushing… everywhere.

“Do you think about each flick of his tongue, do you ride the waves of each pulse? Do you listen to the sound of his fluids and yours mingling and heating up between your thighs and draining down your pussy lips, towards the crack of your ass?” I was flushed, I was speechless, and even more relevant I was turned on. Her right hand was moving up my arm, slowly sliding inwards toward my cleavage, while her left hand was playing heat seeking missile, sliding its way up my inner thigh. I was frozen, and melting all at the same time. I was almost hypnotized, watching her with baited breath.

“Careful, Lexi*… how do you think she got me?” Nessa said laughingly. I could see my girlfriend (her girlfriend) curled up in her lounge chair watching us, smiling deviously.

I chuckled knowingly, “I bet!” I broke the connection and slowly and somewhat unwillingly slid back (literally) in my seat.

But she had posed some interesting questions. I had been waiting for this orgasm to happen, but I had not been living in and feeling each moment, each sensation. I hadn’t been connecting my mind with my body! Could it be that I was looking all over for the big “O” and the key to its very existence was in me all along? Was it possibly like the scene at the end of Austin Powers where he’s looking for his MOJO and realizes no one could have stolen it, because it was a part of him?

Later that night when we retired, I could hear them giggling and kissing each other through the bedroom wall. I listened as they cooed over each other. I felt almost intrusive, but I couldn’t help it. I touched myself to the sounds of them making love through the wall. I fantasized about what she had said out on the patio. I touched myself and could still feel her touch lingering on my skin. I could hear them moaning in tandem, like a chorus of lust, building and mounting. I could hear their passionate whispers; I touched myself and closed my eyes and took in every sensation. I imagined her tongue, passionately taking me in. I stroked myself gently and with intense purpose. I focused in on the changes in my bodily sensations and followed my bodies lead. I felt my nipples harden and let my fingers caress them and tease them pulling myself closer to the rhythmic pants that were coming louder now through the bedroom wall. I let my fingers wander, through the familiar yet strangely new terrain that lay between my thighs. I felt every breath cutting in my chest, each exhale rocking me closer to the precipice of my final destination. I felt my fingers beginning to work faster and more tenaciously. I felt the heat between my fingers and my lips intensifying. My mouth started to dry out, and I could barely control my breaths. When everything in my body tingled, when everything started to convulse, when my own hands could no longer keep up with my bodies rhythm I exhaled dug deep and I let myself go! I felt a sensation burst out of me that must have been a cross between a moan and a scream but as I held onto a fistful of sheets at my side, to try and anchor myself to the bed, it was hard to tell. I literally saw stars- there was only white noise! The pulses came fast and hard, like years of bottled up sexual frustration had been shaken and uncorked, unleashed wildly like a bucking Bronco. I finally could hear myself screaming, and it took me a little by surprise. I covered my mouth with one hand and continued to pant as my other hand tried to tame the beast that was slowly calming beneath the sheets. As I came back down from cloud nine, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh my… Holy Shit!” I laughed to myself. As my laughter faded I heard my friends through the wall again, they were laughing too.

“Goodnight, Lexi*!” Nessa taunted.

“And congratulations, no”? Izzy asked rhetorically. They continued chuckling through the wall.

I bit my lip and covered my face with the pillow, semi-mortified, “Goodnight!” I yelped back.

I rolled over onto my side, settled in and continued to smile as I thought, ‘Mission: Accomplished’.

*= name changed

Thanks to Kimberly for organizing these group posts every month!

Check out the others' "The Day" with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and see who else is taking part in this month's group post: Petal, Ronjazz, Autumn, Gray, Aurore, Barefoot Dreamer, fgsakes, Topaz, Hubman, Ms. Scarlett , Mykeyman, Advizor, Duchess, They belong to us and Veronica.

Can you take a tongue-lashing?

2010-02-07T14:08:00.007-05:00

"Heaven finds an ear when sinners find a tongue" -Francis Quarles

Head is great. Especially head performed for a long time by a cunning linguist. Let's just get it out of the way now, head is fucking great!

So, imagine my Oh-face when I stumbled across this ad for a new sex toy by LoveHoney called 'Sqweel'. Its a 10-tongued wheel (yeah, i said it, 10!) that rotate to simulate a very special Quick-Tongued McGraw. I haven't used it, so I can't officially put the Pink Pussy Stamp Of Approval on it, but it does look amusing, to say the least.

Check it out...

Mistress Bliss: Why I Kink!!!

2010-02-03T12:44:00.002-05:00

I’ve always been coined the mysterious one. People say I have a look about me that makes them curious; I’m quiet, sultry, seductive all before I say hello. I like playing coy so I dismiss their inquires into my mystery, but since we cool I’ll tell you my secret … im kinky!

Not in the “oh I like my toes sucked” kind of way, more like the bend me over the couch enter my back door kind of kinky. I treasure my mystery I’m celebrate it even, but it’s not exactly dinnertime conversation. Feeling under simulated and looking for new ways to explore my sexuality I jumped at the chance to write for Kink Chronicles. A forum where progressive women exchanged their extreme sexual thoughts and desires, conjuring nasty image after image in my mind’s eye playing with my chyna after an erotic trip down Kink Lane was all too good to pass up.

I love blogging for Kink Chronicles because it offers validation to my thoughts and desires. It opens my mind to experiences I wouldn’t consider and - I simply like reading nasty shit. The women here are smart, creative and just as nasty as me so I always enjoy my visits to this wonderful site.

Thanks for having my sporadic ass and I hope you enjoy my kink!

Genesis: How We Came to Kink

2010-02-02T17:51:00.006-05:00

A year ago I was having another one of my endless conversations with a close female friend (insert Haute, Choc'ladee, Southern Trixx) about one of her adventures/misadventures in the bedroom. I recall thinking to myself, "this is funny shit" and "we are not alone". In a conversation with Pink later that day I was inspired. I decided that I just knew too many freak hoes to not create this blog.

Although we aren't as diligent a group of bloggers as I would like, that circle of funniness, freakiness and friendship is as strong and vibrant as ever. One of the joys I've had in the last year is the chance encounters of the women of Kink: an impromptu gathering at my house, a quiet dinner, a trip to a local strip club, and my smile as the eventual shadow of recognition appears on their faces when one recognizes the other: "are you.....?" The giggles, "shop talk" and instant camaraderie that follows is amazing to watch.

I wanted to create a community of fabulous and fly women, a place of refuge and reflection, a place beyond sex, one night stands, divorce, marriage, break-ups and quarter-life crises. A place for us, by us, with US. At some point this year, each of the women of Kink will look back at how they came to be here answering the question of...just how we all came to be so kinky.

Seeking Applications: In Search of a Second Wife

2010-01-22T14:02:00.008-05:00

Two episodes of Big Love and I'm convinced, I need a second wife - WE need a second wife. No, we're not religious or even marginally interested in the Mormon faith. We are however committed polyamorists and lately I've been feeling like something is missing. Yes, I know, polyamory is one thing and polygamy is another. Yet, I'm seriously starting to believe that a second wife would makes for a perfect equilbrium in our relationship. The type of girlfriend I am looking for, with the added bonus of being a friend/playmate/lover my partner. Unlike HBO's Barb, Nikki and Margene, I want both personal (me) time and shared time, with both the husband and the second wife.

The more I think about this to more dedicated I become to finding such a woman. But where would I look? Is there somewhere in particular I need to go to? Surely the swingers club is not the right location? Intelligent, open minded, sexually and emotionally evolved dark chocolate women interested in a multi-partner arrangement aren't easy to find. Are they?

An Open Letter To Ms. Anti-Relationship

2010-01-18T01:05:00.002-05:00

She said, “You're beautiful,” I replied thank you. She said, “I can really see a future for us,” I replied me too. She said, “ I enjoy spending time with you and I never want it to end,” I replied I feel the same way. I asked, “You wanna be my girlfriend?” She says, “ hold up boo let’s dial it back. I’m not ready for a relationship.”

My reaction; WTF! This is an all too often the scenario played out in bedrooms, over dinner tables and in the back seats of cars. Speaking from my lesbian perspective, friends with benefits and non-titled commitment phobic unions seem to be the acceptable standard. I’m over it. Why is it that every woman I encounter "Isn't ready for a relationship" but your more than ready to make me holla or be your baby momma?

I consider myself a prize. I’m attractive, educated, focused on the bigger picture of family and success. I have all the qualities you say you want in a life partner, yet you don’t want to commit. You say, “I feel trapped and I still want to explore my options.” Well wtf you looking for so I can direct you away from me. My pussy is sweet enough to taste but not good enough to marry or at the very least commit to! And how much longer do you think you can play this game; we knocking at 30’s door and times a tickin’.

What boggles my mind even more is the implied suggestion that I must now wait for you AND be committed to you. Its exceptionally brazen of you to not want a relationship BUT you want to kick it, sleep together, go through my text messages, ask me where I'm at, who I'm with, why I'm there; bitch please. Please don’t take my kindness for weakness. I’m woman enough to like you but momma didn’t raise no fool; I also have options.

Maybe my expectations are too high. Maybe I need to reevaluate me and what I require and expect. But I will no longer be giving you the best, sweetest, wettest parts of me. I’m locking down the kitty kat and we will see how much longer this ambiguous love affair lasts. Maybe I'm trippin’? I just don't want to be that old ass bitch in the club 45 years old single and hitting on all the young girls.

Do we as "progressive" pulled together women put too much emphasis on labels and exclusivity?

How sweet it is...(Group Post)

2010-01-15T15:08:00.005-05:00

"Mmmmm....Your nipples taste like Hershey's Kisses" he said as he cupped both of my firm breasts together and enveloped their plump nipples between his wet lips. My monthly visitor was in town and it seemed like forever since I'd gotten any action. As usual I didn't think he should have miss out just because I wasn't in the position to do the "do" so I'd planned on giving him yet another mind boggling blow job--you know the kind where he feels like the cum is rising from the bottom of his feet and has to make it all the way to his balls through his veins. The kind that last for damn near and hour because I make sure my saliva covers every skin cell of his penis, let it drip down my chin onto my breasts, massage his balls, lick all the way from the tip to his asshole, then let him shoot hot cum all over my face. Yeah that kind.

I'd kissed all over his chest, counted out his eight-pack with my tongue and was slowly movin down to where I really wanted to be when he stopped me. I thought he was getting ready to tell me he wanted to run the red light tonight but I just wasn't in the mood for the clean up process. I'd have had to deny that request so I'm glad he didn't ask. Instead he turned me over and put his legs on either side of me. For a moment he just stared at me, not saying anyting but just watching. I stared back at him, etching every detail of his perfect body into my memory all over again.

He used his two forefingers to trace the outline of my cheekbones and jaw, then my neck and shoulderblades. He came back to my breasts and ran his fingers along the sides of

each then up to my nipples. He stopped and stared again and I was beginning to think I'd give him a pass to run as many red lights and he wanted. He took each of my now super-hard nipples between his thumb and pointer and gently pinched them. I felt my body quiver and could feel the chill bumbs forming all over. He bent down and pulled one nipple into his mouth. He tongue was so warm, mouth so wet I couldn't suppress my moans. I tried to maintain composure as my children were asleep down the hall, but I wasn't very successful as he softly blew on both nipples. He went back and forth from the right to the left causing the warm wetness to cool down.

I closed my eyes and imagined us naked on a tropical beach. I pictured him on top of me making more waves than the ocean as he caused my pussy juices to flow from my juicy cunt lips all the way to my asshole and down to the white tropical sand. He held my breasts firmly and I could feel the nerves tingling. He licked and sucked and licked them some more. Through my pajama boy shorts I could feel his hard dick poking my clit just wishing it had all access at that moment. He stopped and stared again. So flattering yet so intimidating at the same time. He then massaged my breasts together first then one at a time.

I felt the tension I'd held all week move from my back to my shoulders then release through my nipples. He bent over again and sucked some more and I swear it felt as if he was just sucking every bit of stress from my body. Suddenly I felt a familiar sensation rise up from the soles of my feet to my inner thigh. He felt me shaking and began to suck harder. One nipple, then the other then both at once. He massaged one and sucked the other, sucked one and pinched the other. He cock was still in the same place--hard and pressing down on my belly now leaving my clit free of stimulation. Then it happened. And he sucked and rubbed my clit began to throb and my pussy erupted. I quivered and shook and let out a deep moan letting him know that I was cumming and cumming hard. He held on with his lips until I stopped moving. Then he sat up and looked down at me once again. "Yesss...loooveee my Hershey Kisses...now u can come suck my dick". Of course I gladly obliged.

Check out the others' "Sweet Pleasures" with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and see who else is taking part in this month's group post: Petal, Ronjazz, Autumn, Gray, Salt and Pepper, Barefoot Dreamer, fgsakes, Topaz, Britni, Panserbjorne and Bri.

The Good, The Bad, The Hopeful

2010-01-13T01:00:00.001-05:00

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. To say that 2009 was the most difficult year of my life was an understatement. A car accident, the sudden illness of one parent, the death of another, unemployment, the near loss of hard earned graduate fellowship. My 29th year kicked my ass in ways I couldn't even understand furthermore anticipate. The road of life has worn me thin this year. The journey has been harder than any I have made thus far. I don't know what the universe was trying to teach me but I just had to do my best to listen and stay sane. Keeping going has really been a test of wills and an unearthing of strength I didn't know I had. With three months left until my 30th birthday, I'm in quiet reflection. What have I lost, this year? What have I gained? What has been my greatest tragedy? What has been my most rewarding triumph?

Looking back I realize that my primary relationship with all it's tumult, sacrifice and joy has been the most stable and reliable constant in my life this past year. Amid all the ups and downs of the last 12 months my relationship has been a meditation within the chaos of my life. A noisy, rarely quiet space, it forced me to concentrate and focus my energy to build the type of union I believed in...taught me to figure out in many ways what it meant to believe...and finally allowed me to transform. I examined the depth of my commitment to my partner...measured and took stock of it in a way I had not before. I learned what it meant to acknowledge that I had not been meeting expectations - both my own and his. I began to say I want, I need, I feel, I think and to own those statements, to voice them in the open, without subterfuge or camoflage.

Relationships, whatever their nature - romantic, platonic, professional - are work. We rarely talk about the work of romantic relationships but work it is. A partnership between us and the other, relationships leave us vulnerable, opening us to success and to failure. Last year I both succumbed to the perils of failure and was exalted on the wings of success. The entire time my partner has been with me, traveling the road at my side, pointing out potholes, navigating with me through traffic jams and detours, searching our map for alternate routes and embracing me as we reach each new destination. He's been my co-pilot reminding me ALLways why the trip was worth taking. I struggled. I cried. I tired. I grew. And in the end, I hoped.

In this new day may I remember that while the good is never simple and the bad is often too much to bear, the hopeful have the presence of mind to dare another day.

Pussy Palace

2010-01-12T18:53:00.001-05:00

I moved into my new apartment a few months ago and I am still living out of clothes thrown in boxes and suitcases. I haven't invested in a single piece of furniture and my mattress was a gift. I have nothing else but a few hangers I use for my fanciest wares, a sheet set and two pillows. It's time to turn my space into a grown up and sensuous lair - worthy of setting the mood for some kinky encounters. Honestly, it's killing my mojo; I really don't feel comfortable inviting anyone over. I scheduled some time to do online window shopping and while looking for pillows, I stumbled upon something quite curious. At first I was shocked and wondered how much a potential buyer would have to love the vagina .... or the uterus for that matter. That's one of the designs they offer too. I admit, part of me hopes to create an ambiance that screams "I am Woman!" "I am sex vixen! Turn me out!"

However, these pillows I found here might actually be a bit too much. Are they complete novelty pieces? weirdo fetishy items for perverts ... or meant to prop your back up while sitting waiting in your gynecologist's office?

What do you all think? Would you put pussy on display like this? ... and why doesn't it come in black, brown, butter pecan for us colored girls?

What I am Thankful For

2009-11-13T01:59:00.000-05:00

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

2009-11-10T21:31:00.004-05:00

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?

2009-11-08T23:23:00.006-05:00

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

2009-10-13T01:14:00.004-04:00

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

2009-10-09T20:33:00.001-04:00

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.

you could find out after the fact or during that the price of gold has indeed declined or
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!

2009-10-08T21:02:00.007-04:00

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!

I got 99 problems...

2009-10-05T06:00:00.013-04:00

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?

The Audacity of Hoes

2009-10-04T17:03:00.000-04:00

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?