TMI Tuesday #193 (rebroadcast) Above the Law

1. How many speeding tickets have you had? Accidents?
Even though I've been driving for like 13 years I had never gotten any speeding tickets until maybe two years ago. Thus far I have SIX! I better slow my ass down. I've had two accidents, one when I first started driving and another last summer, thank God both very minor.

2. Boxers, briefs or commando?
There is something so very sexy about boxer briefs. They are tight and loose in all the right places. Love em!

3. Have you ever had sex in your office or your place of employment?
Does phone sex count?

4. Do you or your so own a motorcycle? Do you ever ride one? Do you wear a helmet when you ride?
I don't own a motorcycle but I've always wanted one...I've ridden on the back of quite a few...usually at somebody's Bike Week or something.

5. Ever been skinny dipping?
Ask me this in a month...it's on this summer's To-Do list. :-P

Bonus: Ever been arrested? Turned someone in/had someone arrested?
Never been arrested but I've been on probation before. Driving shit. Sucks.
Nooo never had to have someone arrested but dammit I have wanted to a few times...


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Three's a Crowd?

I spent the weekend in Virginia with a bunch of academics talking about ethics in marital and family therapy. Great group of people, fantastic conversation, but my diamond studded pink pocket rocket was near burnout by day two of the trip. Bored and horny I called home early Saturday to talk to the Mister.

Mister: How's the meeting going?

Sheba: It's good, I'm enjoying myself, but feeling a little lonely wishing you were here to spice things up a bit.

Mister: I met someone last night who might be able to help with that when you get home.

Sheba: Really? What's her name? What's she like?

I could hear her giggling in the background. Curious.

Sheba: Is she in the car with you?

Mister: She's here.

Sheba: Do you have me on speakerphone?

Mister: No but you're talking so loud she can hear you from the passenger seat.

I could feel his smile through the phone.

Sheba: Ahhh, I see. What does she look like?

Mister: Dark skinned, petite.

Sheba: How are her breasts? Other assets?

Mister: Nice. You're going to like her.

Sheba: Okay, send me a picture.

I was feeling lukewarm. His last play partner was cute, gorgeous breasts and other than the fact she had issue holding any liquor that was not champagne she was mostly fun to party with. But being in her company, sexual or otherwise left a little bit to be desired. Let's just say her personality rubbed me the wrong way. If this one passed the aesthetic test perhaps she'd pass the personality test as well. When my phone pinged a few minutes after we hung up, I wasn't expecting the cute round face, almond shaped eyes and bright smile that appeared on my phone screen.

The smile on my lips went straight to my pussy. Maybe this time he'd found us a 3rd.

TMI Tuesday #192 Love or Money

1. Would you stay in a loveless relationship for the amazing sex?
NO. Sex is great but does not have a binding hold on me. I love it but great sex can be bought so it’s not a reason to subject myself to a life of misery.

2. If you could only have one, which would you choose: love that lasts forever or great, body numbing sex?
Hhhmm had to think about this one - one since I have to make a choice but love that lasts forever. Perhaps I could bring my partner(s) to a decent level and supplement with my toys. I’m big on penis size AND knowing how to work it. I’ve dated some men that would put King Kong to shame. While the relationships were going well, I thought I’d never be able to wean myself away should things go down hill. Funny how quickly I got over that once things went south.

3. Looking back at your past loves, which one should you have married/taken back and who should you have tossed earlier than you did?
Should have married and taken back J – I would be a very wealthy woman right now, spending my summer at our Hampton's Estate. Although we’ve gone our separate ways, part of me feels strongly that our paths will cross romantically and seriously before we leave this earth.

Should have left D – I would have saved myself baby-mama drama and not wasted so much time of my precious life.

4. If you had one last fuck in you where, how and who would you “give it” to?
I love my partner but M would “get it.” HARD.

5. Which is more important sex, money, love and happiness? (and no, you can’t pick’em all)
Darn. Why did y’all have to ask me this one!?! I’ve been battling with these choices for years. Had I answered a few years ago, I would have said money was significantly in the lead but now I’m not so sure – it’s in a close race with love. In theory I say Love (family), Happiness, Money and Sex. In practice, my actions show Money, Love, Happiness and Sex. If I’m sitting around in love and happy with no money, my feelings will soon turn to unhappiness. I’m a business woman and very focused so unfortunately and to the annoyance of my loved ones – business (money) comes first.


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High and Dry

"Talk to me or you already know i'm going to fall asleep," he warns. This guy loves to hint that you're boring him which is probably an all-to-often annoyance for a man in his profession. That was the detail that really drew me to him in the first place. I was a naive and inexperienced girl when we met at my coming of age. I was intent on enjoying that year in every way possible and from the moment he tracked me down, I knew he had it in for me and his lifestyle was my ticket.

He instantly loved that I was that pleasant, smiley, simple girl among the kinky, nasty women he's conquered. He gets a kick out of being the teacher ... most of the time. We have also gotten into bitter arguments about my naivete. He still calls me 'preppy', alluding to a host of things but mainly to my lack of know-how. If there was ever a man to turn me on ... and out, he did the job. He's always been there to tutor me every time I ask for extra attention. I like having that little bit of power over him. He's always interested ... even after he's seen 234629742397 beautiful faces in the streets. He'd speed to pick me up afterwards ... he'd have his way ... and loves that I handle every move, every challenge like an Honor Roll student. I might be an amateur ... just a kitten after all but I can keep up; I always land on my feet. He teaches me something new every time but never goes too hard on me. Literally. We cuddle and spoon to sleep afterwards. He 'knows' i'm still that romantic type though he's tried his best to fuck that out of me.

It's been quite a while since we've been intimate. I'd never been good at the casual thing and we lasted way too long. My recent attempts at commitment with my main squeeze have failed and your girl is feeling lonelier than ever. I'm a creature of comfort ... that is I always prefer to return to my past than add to my number and though many miles now divide us, one night I just knew he was the right one to call. I turned my flirt button on, sat up in my bed and used THAT voice on him. While I asked him how his birthday went and what he was up to, he already knew that I wasn't just calling to catch up. "Why didn't you fly in for my party," he asked? "Well, because a girl doesn't get any special attention on that day," I responded suggestively. "I never took you home with me on my birthday," he asked? He had. And as I remembered that night my pussy tingled. I opened my legs beginning to caress myself. He heard my deeper breathing and began coaching me, like a good teacher does. I was in. Class in session ... though phone sex was a first for us. "Take everything off babe," and I followed, taking a nipple in my finger and twisting it ... hard, squirming in anticipation ... I could feel the moisture developing at my pussy. I began giving my clit special attention as he whispered to me a mix of nasty and endearing things. But, I soon began to get bored. It's been so disgustingly long since my last fuck, my appetite is through the roof and the concentration was there but my act of self love just wasn't doing it for me. I became withdrawn as I fantasized about how he could do me. His every word made me long for the real thing. I only wanted dick and with that, I knew our conversation was over for the night as I rolled over in my bed unmoved and unsatisfied.

I hate to be the designated freshman of Kink...well I lie, who wouldn't want to be schooled via the adventures of the women on this blog? But tell me, am I missing something? This experience left something to be desired. Isn't phone sex supposed to be better than this?

HNT: Ass of the Party

I had the dig into the archives for this one. Bachelorette parties bring out the worst in me. At a party in Atlanta this outfit was my attempt to dress in theme (think Vegas Whore House). I will say it here, as I said to my fellow revelers as I strolled the bride-to-be's living room during the voting for best outfit - when I bought these bottoms the salesperson assured me they were hot pants, and would cover my ample ASSets. Clearly, she was misinformed!

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Sleepfuck Me, Baby (A Vignette featuring The Professional)

It was about 3 a.m. The Professional had fucked me all night long, I’d sucked him into oblivion several times…and we were still going. My poor sofa had been christened a milli times over, and I was on my knees palms were flat up against the wall, I was getting it good from behind. My locs were damp and in my face, tits bouncing with each thrust. When I turned back to look at him his face was red and concentrated, his perfect form made me sigh as he continued to bang the shit out of me. He turned me onto my back and started to pile drive me into yet another leg-trembling orgasm. He smiled, pounded harder and said, “Oh yeah?” as I cursed and announced I was cumming. He let me regain my composure and suggested we move to the bed.

I followed The Professional into my bed and got in. He lay down and motioned for me to get on top. I sat on his dick and ground my hips, rocked and bounced. I kept going until I came again and then he grabbed me and turned me over. On my back now, he pushed inside me and pressed up against me. Slowly, he began to massage my g-spot with each stroke. I was moaning and groaning and his movements were so smooth, so fluid…almost as if he was on cruise control. He was even so into it, he had gotten completely quiet. Well, not exactly.

I was grinding my pussy back up into him when I hear, “S-N-N-N-R-G.” Um, Hello? I know this dude isn’t snoring? Is he..?

*Tap, tap* “Are you sleeping?” I asked him. Have incredulous, half laughing. “Do you know your ass was just sleepfucking me?” I said. “I wasn’t sleeping,” he said. And started to thrust deeper. At this point, I was laughing, and in amazement that this guy could manage to sleep and continue to fuck simultaneously. The Professional truly is committed to his work. But unlike him, I could not sleep and fuck simultaneously, so I told him to go ahead and roll his ass off of me so we could both get some sleep. He pumped a few more times for good measure and we both tapped out. Simultaneously.

Have you ever gotten it so good, your body had to force you to stop?