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Friday, July 31, 2009

Summer Daze

What a summer. Somehow in spite of my crazy hectic schedule trying to balance work, family, and school I managed to find ample time to get dicked down on a pretty consistent basis. The Young Stallion rocked my world regularly and despite the difference in our age he's turned out to be more mature than most of the men I've dated thus far. Still, we have our issues and I remain on the fence about that one. That's neither here nor there though. My issue right now is a craving that needs to be satisfied ASAP.

Its been on my mind for weeks and its the one thing I haven't been able to fit into the agenda in way too long. Shame on me because I long for it, daydream about it, wake up with moistness between my legs when thoughts of it invade my sleep.

Ahh the touch of a woman. The soft caress of her hands on my breasts. The cotton-soft feel of her ass cheeks under my fingertips. The gentleness of her kiss upon my nipples. The force of her hands parting my thighs as she sends chills throughout my whole body. The arch of my back welcoming her into me, clit throbbing, pussy wet and waiting. The lyrical rhythm of her soft fingers moving in and out of me in harmonized sync. The flicker of her tongue first around then inside. The sound of her moans letting me know she enjoys me as much as I do her. The echo of my orgasm, strong, coming from deep within. The goosebumps on my skin. The taste of my sweet cum juice on her lips. The feel of her wet clit against mine letting me know she's ready for her turn....

Ahhh the touch of a woman.

Got a craving you need satisfied?

Thursday, July 30, 2009

HNT: I crave it.


I have something to confess,
On the move or while at rest,
I see visions of the breast,
All round
plump
and juicy.
I crave it.
- sridhar v ramasami

He's talking about food, but he could as well be talking about the breast in it's human form. If I'm honest, I'd admit that the breast is my favorite part of the female body. Yet although I love mine, I hunger for others' even more...

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


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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

N.R.A. (No Recklessness Allowed): Another Tale From Pink's WTF Files

Okay, so I can admit, I've had a pretty good run of online matchmaking. I met a sexy pornstar who fucked me incessantly, a well-hung Jamaican who knows how to make me explode and, hell, even the not-so-cute chick I met on Craig's List gave me some fire ass head. But all it takes is one. One slightly off-his-rocker dude that had ya girl Pink thinking about "takin' it back to tha old school" and leaving the internet's blind eye alone.

I met this dude on a popular adult personals site and we exchanged a few online interactions. We spoke on the phone and he told me that he was a probation officer, and a father. He was funny, we teased each other with naughty picture text messages and after a while, decided to meet.

He came over on a week night. Late as fuck. When I opened the door, I was taken aback by the fact that he wasn't clean-shaven. And not like he was gruffy in a sexy way, but gruffy like no haircut, no shave, I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-first-impressions-gruffy. Strike One. Then, as he hugged me "hello", I noticed the smell of alcohol on him. He had showed up, drunk. Strike Two. But that wasn't the kicker.

He was there, not bad looking, and I kind of hornied myself up to the point of no return, so I was going to attempt fucking him. Maybe that would be his only saving grace. Well, let me just say, it never even got that far. As he was disrobing, I couldn't help but notice the shiny and very real handgun that he pulled out of his waist. What the FUCK??!? Um, no. Homie don't play that.

So I asked, "Why the fuck did you bring a gun into my house?"

Sniper said, "I don't ever leave home without it, didn't I mention that?"

"Hell no you didn't. You know I'm here by myself. Why the fuck you need to bring a gun up here?"

Sniper paused. His drunk ass started smirking and said, "Ya know. I have an ex-girlfriend who used to get turned on by me putting the gun next to her head when we..."

I cut his ass off. "Hell nah. Nah, buddy. That's not my kind of Kink. I don't play with guns. And I don't fuck dudes who sneak guns into my crib. I don't give a fuck what your ex liked!"

Stumbling with his belt, trying to figure if it was coming on or off, Sniper said, "Look, I can take the clip out. I can just lay it on the pillow or table next to the bed..."

Now I know this fool is crazy. Now was the time when I had to tell this dude to make like George W. and "GET THE FUCK OUT!!"

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Ever have an encounter that made you think twice about your dating karma?

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Imagine a Woman in Love With Herself

Imagine a woman stretching, curving her body,

twisting her back, arching outward,

awake but not quite ready to meet the morning.

Imagine a woman caressing her thighs, hands gliding up,

fingers inching slowly towards the middle.

A woman reaching to cup her now heavy breasts,

rubbing the palm of her hand against the soft tip,

using the pad of her finger to coach her nipple to hardness.

A woman reaching between, rubbing her fingers against the warm folds,

parting her lips and sliding upwards.

Tentative, slow and then deep,

a woman drawn in by the call of her own body.

Imagine a woman deep in memory,

fingers wet with her wanting, body tight and yearning,

wanting more, then tumbling over the edge.

Imagine a woman.
A woman who delights in pleasuring herself.
A woman in love with her own body.

Are you?

TMI Tuesday # 197 Non Sexual Edition

1. The three words that best describe you are ____, ____, and ____.
Organized, Straightforward, Sexy

2. The three words that best describe your life are ____, ____, and ____.
Hectic, Exhilarating, Unfolding

3. Your three guilty pleasures are ____, ____, and ____.
Eating, Sleeping, Fucking

4. The three places you would like to visit before you die are ____, ____, and ____.
Italy, Madagascar, Figi

5. The three things you would like to do before you die are ____, ____, and ____.
Go to cooking school (just for fun), own my own business, retire early


Happy TMI Tuesday!

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Monday, July 27, 2009

Baby You’re My Everything You're All I Ever Wanted

Whenever I hear this song it brings back such fond memories …

I was 12 years old feeling young and free at my summer day program. I was one of the lucky few that developed mad body early on. I like to credit my bubbly personality for my popularity but I’m sure my 32 C’s were a nice accessory. We were at the park chillin' doing what preteens do and Gabby came up to me.

“Hey Bliss,” she said with her crooked smile.

Even back then I knew I liked my girlfriends more than I should, and Ms. Gabby was surely at the top of my list. She was tall for 13 with café colored skin, silky jet-black hair that she always wore in four big ponytails. A crooked full toothed smile and a slender but lightly curvy shape. Her full lips were always covered in a peach gloss. Homegirl was cute and sexy (in a teenybopper way) and I wanted some.

“Wassup Gabby, you going to the talent show tonight?” I asked trying to put my mack down.

“Yeah my mama said I could stay,” she replied with lowered eyes.

It was in that moment I discovered a few things about women. First, I learned seduction was a skill women are born with. I didn’t understand it until then, but this little woman was putting the moves on me; sucking me into her peach flavored web long before I could appreciate what was going on. Her soft skin fragrant with the scent of summer, she was always laughing and wanting to be around me; and I’m almost certain she felt me up a time or two.

Second, young girls, teenagers, are simply nasty. Mommas and Daddies lock up your little girls and throw away the key! We develop before boys, we have a higher level of curiosity and we are sneaky and will try anything at that age. Watch out!

I had a dick it would’ve been rock hard. Gabby and I were around a bunch of other kids and I’m certain the peanut gallery, young and inexperienced as they were, could sense the sexual attraction. We'd been having a similar exchange at least twice a day. Since the camp was almost over I figured now was a good time to make my young pimp move.

With the courage of a 1000 men inside me I asked, “If I save you a seat you gonna sit next to me?”

My heart was pumping as I watched her being to play with the clip at the end of her braid. She started kicking the sand around her feet and licking those peach flavored lips I so wanted to taste.

“Well, maybe, I gotta see what Derrick is doing,” she replied with a grin and then ran off.

Did I fail to mention Derrick was her boyfriend? Yes a dick is always running interference with my pimp game. My little heart was crushed, but something told me 'today is the end of me and Gabby’s game of cat and mouse'.

We all filed into the auditorium. I chose a seat towards the back of the room on the aisle. I put my jacket in the chair next to me just in case and my camp counselor sat in the seat next to it. The lights were dimmed as the MC took to the stage to begin the show. I was pissed cause clearly Gabby wasn’t coming and my plan for sexual seduction was a no go. Just as I resigned to moping for the rest of the show the faint smell of peach scented lipgloss started to tickle my nose.

No words were exchanged; she just moved my jacket and sat down next to me. She spread my jacket across our laps and I felt her warm hand caress my knee. I didn’t want to loose my cool so I kept my eyes on the stage. Her hand slowly crept up my thigh and her soft touch transformed into a firm grip as she played with my pussy through my shorts. Me being the freak I am, I eased back into the chair and allowed my legs to spread open for easy access. Remember, my counselor was just two seats away, my dream girl is playing with my pussy for the first time and I was leaning into it grinding on her hand in a packed auditorium. We both had our faces pointed towards the stage.

“You wanna go to the bathroom,” she whispered real breathy into my ear?

I was enjoying the experience but it clearly wasn’t enough for Gabby.

I adjusted myself dropped the jacket in her chair and followed her to the bathroom. As the door to the hallway closed I see Derrick craning his neck at us curiosity written all over his face. When we entered the bathroom and got to the stall she pushed me against the door and kissed me something crazy.

I had kissed a few people before this moment but there was something electric about this exchange. As Gabby forced her tongue into my mouth and explored my body with her tiny hands, I lost all control and surrendered. Not to be outdone, within moment I'd pushed her off of me and demanded she disrobe.

I had never sex before, but I’d seen lots of porn and read sex magazines so I had an understanding of what was supposed to happen. Her body didn’t look as I expected, nothing like those girls in the movies but I was still very attracted and drawn to her. I put my hand between her legs and I remember it being wet and not understanding why. She saw the look of bewilderment on my face and explained she was just excited and it wasn’t pee. Gabby officially turned me out in that stall with heavy kissing, light petting and slow grinding.

Looking back on it now, I realize that this was the moment I lost my virginity and fully discovered my love for women.

Who was the best you ever had?