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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?
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Saturday, March 19, 2011
Saturday, March 28, 2009
How I Missed Sheba's Birthday Night Out (and other plans that went awry...)
So I had been looking forward to Saturday all week long. Even though Sheba wasn't sure what we were getting into, she promised debauchery...and I was all for it! It was also a happy coincidence that Mellow was going to be in town, and I would get to finally make him pay for his recent misbehavior (see Silly Jumpoff...post). I had reserved a hotel room, so that it would be easier for me to cum and go, so to speak. Mellow was going to accompany me out on this night of debauchery, and I wanted to make the most of this night, so I called him. "Hey Baby, what time are we meeting up?" was how he answered the phone. "Just get your shit together and meet me at Hotel X in an hour," I said, and hung up. I let out a shit-eating grin as I thought about what I had planned. I went to pack a bag and shower, get the nani fresh for the lickin'..
I checked into the hotel and went to the room. I had a chance to straighten my corset under my cute strapless black dress. I glanced down at my 5 inch hot pink strappy heels with the sexy strap around the ankle and smiled again. He wouldn't know what hit him. Then my phone rang. "Hey baby, I'm here." He was so oblivious that it was kind of annoying. But, little did I know...
I gave my corset a tug, straightened my dress and opened the door. He was smiling (this pretty boy was always smiling) and I was stone-faced..though melting in my thong...he tried to kiss me and I stepped back, told him to come in and locked the door. He asked me why I was being so serious, "You can't still be mad about that bullshit from the other day, are you?" I didn't even answer his ass. I went and sat on the edge of the bed and he came over to me. I looked at his pretty ass and told him he was going to have to do more than smile to make up for that bullshit and he said, "Sure baby. That's why I'm here." He leaned down to try and kiss me and I told him to start lower. He smiled, and kneeled, thinking I was telling him to suck my pussy, I pushed my pink heel against his chest and told him "Feet first." He looked at me, and then my french manicured toes, and kissed each one. He seemed confused by the straps on my heels, so he left my shoes on and kissed the top of my foot, ankles and then up my legs. He kept going up, and when he got between my thighs, he lifted me up a bit and removed my already SOAKING thongs...
He went to town. He knows I like clitoral stimulation best, so he purposed teased around that area while focusing on fingering my pussy and tongue fucking me. He worked his skilled tongue in and out, bringing me to a shuddering orgasm. Just as I was cumming off of the first one, he pursed his lips around my clit and began to suck, as he pushed a finger into my asshole and pushed upwards. He kept sucking and fingering my second hole while I came again...twice. While I was trying to gather myself for the next step in my plan, this muthafucker flipped the script. I didn't have a chance.
He came up to me as if he were going to kiss my breast, but then... he reached up and put his hand around my neck. He pushed me backwards onto the bed and said, "Fuck this shit, I am running this shit. What the fuck you think I was going to let you curse me out and tell me you fucking other muthafuckers without coming here and fucking the shit out of you girl.. Still choking me, he said, "Now unzip my pants so you can take this dick!" I swallowed hard, already in a trance, and reached down to unzip his jeans, his huge hard on making the task difficult as hell. I felt his dick flop onto my thigh, then he let go of my neck and moved up to straddle my face. He squeezed my cheeks and told me to swallow his dick. I didn't have time to play with it like I usually do, in one fell swoop, he was in my throat. I barely had time to gasp for air as he ferociously fucked my face.
After he was satisfied I had sucked him enough, he stood up and pulled me to a sitting position. he grabbed the top of my strapless dress and pulled it down, painfully taking my corset with it. I winced, and told him I was wearing a corset, to let me take it off. He grabbed me by my locks and pulled my head down between my legs as he unhooked my corset. He took off my clothes and started to push me onto the bed as I said, "Wait, my shoes.." He damn near growled at me, "LEAVE THE SHOES ON!!" I didn't say shit. I laid down and while I was trying to adjust a pillow beneath me, he got between my legs, pulled my ankles up near his face and pushed up into me. He banged the shit out of me like that for a while. Silently. Then he dropped one leg, pushed the other up to my chest and leaned into me. He moved my face so that he was staring into my eyes and he said, "So you want to go and fuck other dudes, huh?" He emphasized this question with a deep thrust, not letting me lose his gaze for a second. He kept moving slowly and began talking to me. Telling me that he was pissed that I was giving this pussy to another guy. That he was sure this other joker couldn't fuck me the way he could. He held still and said, "So why are you fucking me now...and not him." I was silent. He thrust a few more times and then he slapped me clear across my face. WHAP! What the fuck, I was stunned. He said, "I fucking asked you a question. Why am I pounding this pussy right now and not him?" I quickly answered, exasperating and face still stinging, "Because you're the best, Poppa..." WHAP! He slapped me again and said, "Oh yeah, I'm the best? Well, does he fuck the shit out of you at least?" He leaned down and tongue kissed me. "You deserve that. With pussy this good, I hope you're not letting no wack ass dude fuck you."
He kissed me again and then told me to turn over. I rolled onto my stomach and WHAP! He slapped my ass. Hard. He pushed into my pussy and pulled me up onto my knees, pushing my back down into a deep arch. WHAP! He slapped the same cheek again... about 8 times in a row. Pounding my pussy from behind and pulling my hair, he kept spanking me, until I was close to tears. He kept going until I felt him slow down...what he does right before he cums, to make that last moment last longer...He pulled out and told me to kneel in front of him. I did, I opened my mouth, knowing what the next request would be. He stroked himself about two times and then let loose all over my lips, cheeks and tongue. He reached down and patted me on my head, "Good girl."
What the fuck just happened?
I checked my phone. Missed call from Sheba. My bad, girl.
When was the last time you were slut-fucked?
I checked into the hotel and went to the room. I had a chance to straighten my corset under my cute strapless black dress. I glanced down at my 5 inch hot pink strappy heels with the sexy strap around the ankle and smiled again. He wouldn't know what hit him. Then my phone rang. "Hey baby, I'm here." He was so oblivious that it was kind of annoying. But, little did I know...
I gave my corset a tug, straightened my dress and opened the door. He was smiling (this pretty boy was always smiling) and I was stone-faced..though melting in my thong...he tried to kiss me and I stepped back, told him to come in and locked the door. He asked me why I was being so serious, "You can't still be mad about that bullshit from the other day, are you?" I didn't even answer his ass. I went and sat on the edge of the bed and he came over to me. I looked at his pretty ass and told him he was going to have to do more than smile to make up for that bullshit and he said, "Sure baby. That's why I'm here." He leaned down to try and kiss me and I told him to start lower. He smiled, and kneeled, thinking I was telling him to suck my pussy, I pushed my pink heel against his chest and told him "Feet first." He looked at me, and then my french manicured toes, and kissed each one. He seemed confused by the straps on my heels, so he left my shoes on and kissed the top of my foot, ankles and then up my legs. He kept going up, and when he got between my thighs, he lifted me up a bit and removed my already SOAKING thongs...He went to town. He knows I like clitoral stimulation best, so he purposed teased around that area while focusing on fingering my pussy and tongue fucking me. He worked his skilled tongue in and out, bringing me to a shuddering orgasm. Just as I was cumming off of the first one, he pursed his lips around my clit and began to suck, as he pushed a finger into my asshole and pushed upwards. He kept sucking and fingering my second hole while I came again...twice. While I was trying to gather myself for the next step in my plan, this muthafucker flipped the script. I didn't have a chance.
He came up to me as if he were going to kiss my breast, but then... he reached up and put his hand around my neck. He pushed me backwards onto the bed and said, "Fuck this shit, I am running this shit. What the fuck you think I was going to let you curse me out and tell me you fucking other muthafuckers without coming here and fucking the shit out of you girl.. Still choking me, he said, "Now unzip my pants so you can take this dick!" I swallowed hard, already in a trance, and reached down to unzip his jeans, his huge hard on making the task difficult as hell. I felt his dick flop onto my thigh, then he let go of my neck and moved up to straddle my face. He squeezed my cheeks and told me to swallow his dick. I didn't have time to play with it like I usually do, in one fell swoop, he was in my throat. I barely had time to gasp for air as he ferociously fucked my face.
After he was satisfied I had sucked him enough, he stood up and pulled me to a sitting position. he grabbed the top of my strapless dress and pulled it down, painfully taking my corset with it. I winced, and told him I was wearing a corset, to let me take it off. He grabbed me by my locks and pulled my head down between my legs as he unhooked my corset. He took off my clothes and started to push me onto the bed as I said, "Wait, my shoes.." He damn near growled at me, "LEAVE THE SHOES ON!!" I didn't say shit. I laid down and while I was trying to adjust a pillow beneath me, he got between my legs, pulled my ankles up near his face and pushed up into me. He banged the shit out of me like that for a while. Silently. Then he dropped one leg, pushed the other up to my chest and leaned into me. He moved my face so that he was staring into my eyes and he said, "So you want to go and fuck other dudes, huh?" He emphasized this question with a deep thrust, not letting me lose his gaze for a second. He kept moving slowly and began talking to me. Telling me that he was pissed that I was giving this pussy to another guy. That he was sure this other joker couldn't fuck me the way he could. He held still and said, "So why are you fucking me now...and not him." I was silent. He thrust a few more times and then he slapped me clear across my face. WHAP! What the fuck, I was stunned. He said, "I fucking asked you a question. Why am I pounding this pussy right now and not him?" I quickly answered, exasperating and face still stinging, "Because you're the best, Poppa..." WHAP! He slapped me again and said, "Oh yeah, I'm the best? Well, does he fuck the shit out of you at least?" He leaned down and tongue kissed me. "You deserve that. With pussy this good, I hope you're not letting no wack ass dude fuck you."
He kissed me again and then told me to turn over. I rolled onto my stomach and WHAP! He slapped my ass. Hard. He pushed into my pussy and pulled me up onto my knees, pushing my back down into a deep arch. WHAP! He slapped the same cheek again... about 8 times in a row. Pounding my pussy from behind and pulling my hair, he kept spanking me, until I was close to tears. He kept going until I felt him slow down...what he does right before he cums, to make that last moment last longer...He pulled out and told me to kneel in front of him. I did, I opened my mouth, knowing what the next request would be. He stroked himself about two times and then let loose all over my lips, cheeks and tongue. He reached down and patted me on my head, "Good girl."
What the fuck just happened?
I checked my phone. Missed call from Sheba. My bad, girl.
When was the last time you were slut-fucked?
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Salad For Starters
Now that I've found myself soon-to-be-divorced, I've started to live my life as a single person again. Though sex with my husband wasn't totally non-existent, it definitely lacked the flavor that made my mouth, and other parts, water. When we first started dating, we explored all kinds of sex. After we got married, he gradually started taking shit off the menu. So now that I'm back in the game, this twentysomething brickhouse of a Vixen is having a fucking blast getting back to some of my old tricks!
I met Mr. Mellow while out of town, through a friend of a friend and a night of Grey Goose (drink responsibly). When we met, my playground was "under construction" but we had fun exploring the other many, many ways to get each other off. Lucky for him, I completely enjoy "giving" as much as I do "receiving" so I had no problem giving him a preview of my skills. The fool was hooked! By the time I had returned home, and the cootch was back up and running, he was now in my part of town...and ready.
I was anxious to see what he was working with, but didn't hold up too much hope for the first fucking, only because he had a baby face and I have been disappointed by baby faces before. But, Shiiiit! The dick was OFF THE CHAIN! He was into all of the dirty talk that I LOVE, pulling my hair and hands around my throat while he smashes me into oblivion. Spanking me like I was auditioning for School Daze, saying, "Good girl, take that dick..." Shit, I was already on board. This dude could come get it every day of the damn week.
He began to show off his oralization skills and just when I was about to give this
dude the crown, he looked up, face shining like a champ, and said, "Turn over." Now, I know there was only two things he was going to get ready to do: either he was sticking me there or he was licking me there. Either way, I turned my ass over and braced myself. This is when Mr. Mellow cemented his space on Pink's list, he served me up a tossed salad that had me speaking Arabic, man. What a team player! Going for the goal right away to let me know he has the heart to stay in the game!
So after I basically couldn't take any more, I had him lay down, gave him the superb head game he drove into town for and fell asleep wondering about what else may be on the menu...
When was the last time you were pleasantly surprised?
I met Mr. Mellow while out of town, through a friend of a friend and a night of Grey Goose (drink responsibly). When we met, my playground was "under construction" but we had fun exploring the other many, many ways to get each other off. Lucky for him, I completely enjoy "giving" as much as I do "receiving" so I had no problem giving him a preview of my skills. The fool was hooked! By the time I had returned home, and the cootch was back up and running, he was now in my part of town...and ready.
I was anxious to see what he was working with, but didn't hold up too much hope for the first fucking, only because he had a baby face and I have been disappointed by baby faces before. But, Shiiiit! The dick was OFF THE CHAIN! He was into all of the dirty talk that I LOVE, pulling my hair and hands around my throat while he smashes me into oblivion. Spanking me like I was auditioning for School Daze, saying, "Good girl, take that dick..." Shit, I was already on board. This dude could come get it every day of the damn week.
He began to show off his oralization skills and just when I was about to give this
dude the crown, he looked up, face shining like a champ, and said, "Turn over." Now, I know there was only two things he was going to get ready to do: either he was sticking me there or he was licking me there. Either way, I turned my ass over and braced myself. This is when Mr. Mellow cemented his space on Pink's list, he served me up a tossed salad that had me speaking Arabic, man. What a team player! Going for the goal right away to let me know he has the heart to stay in the game!So after I basically couldn't take any more, I had him lay down, gave him the superb head game he drove into town for and fell asleep wondering about what else may be on the menu...
When was the last time you were pleasantly surprised?
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