Pussy Palace

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?

I got 99 problems...

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?

HNT: Show Me What You're Working With

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

You'd think a Kink blogger who has celebrated herself through HNT twice would easily send suggestive photos to her lover but in actuality, I'm a bit prudish about that sort of thing. I remain mostly anonymous on the blog and I like it. Feeling friskier, I thought I'd just go for it.

I mean, how cute are these little things?


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HNT: Bare Happiness

I moved out, found a new place with awesome people, made a bunch of new friends, shed the burden of the ex-boyfriend and I'm high on life. These days ... I must say, I am really feelin' myself. I often find myself dancing around my room in the nude, caressing every contour of my body as I sway and grind to that Keri Hilson jam while watching myself in the full length mirror. Shit, I'm turning myself on! And, it shows. My breast are just as perky as I am!

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HNT: The Curve

There are many curves on the body. Full breasts and an ample ass are the obvious ones on women. Still, I am intrigued by so many more ... like the curve some people have at the spine, or where the shoulder and neck meet. I particularly love the landscape of a nice stomach. That region is so erotic to me. This navel piercing was my first. Kiss me there ... close yet so far from that other soft spot.

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Tongue Lashing

My ex and I are having a hard time separating from one another. One moment we're on, the next off. One week he's all over me and the next I can't get in touch with him. If I didn't care about him as much as I do, there would be no problem putting my foot down. Last week I told him I was ending our physical relationship in an effort to heal and accept our new platonic friendship. After we talked over the dinner I made and chilled on the couch for a bit, I hinted that it was time to leave. He pulled me closer to him, looked in my eyes not saying anything for a while, began to touch me places where he knew I'd weaken. He kissed me gently and then rougher more passionate kisses followed. For a good minute, I lost myself in it but realizing that I had gone back on my word, I pushed him away and asked him to leave. I wasn't really in the mood anyway but every day afterwords I thought about it.

Our arrangement generally consists of one outing a week. This week, I decided going out rather than staying in was best. We grabbed some late night Thai food together after work. Quick and easy, we were full and I usually can't do the deed on a full stomach. During the car ride home though I became mysteriously emotional and horny. I invited him to watch television. After an hour or so, I could see that the 'itis' was creeping up on him, he rolled over and put his arm around me guiding my body into spooning position. "Hell no," I thought. I was feeling guilty that I was now contemplating some action but I let him know and he used words I had said back to me, "I just want to lay here and hold you. It's probably not a good idea." I decided to fight back. I felt a tingle and a trickle of wetness there as soon as he turned me over and pulled me close. I knew he had begun to harden and was ignoring it. It was an easy battle - he had not brought condoms with him and I didn't have any either. I kissed him and he soon surrendered. He fingered my clit while he began to kiss my neck, breasts ... slowly going lower and lower.

I am a fan of oral sex. The teacher I told you about... that was definitely his specialty. He never needed the favor returned so I've become a greedy bitch about it. Because I have had experience with an expert, I know oral is not my ex's strongest suit and so I never push it because I don't want to be disappointed. Left with no other option to please me this night, he went for it and I needed something, anything ... so I let him proceed. He spent a lifetime down there ... so much so that I came twice. Maybe because I'm worrying less about offending him, I guided the way at times, telling him what I wanted, what felt right, when he shouldn't stop. As he fingered me while doing a number on my clit, I squealed in delight. He wouldn't stop. Even as I attempted to slide my behind away from him he grabbed my thighs tighter and zoned in. I was in ecstasy and couldn't contain myself, literally. A squirt of something caught him off guard.

Did I just...

to be continued...

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?

TMI Tuesday #191 (weddings edition)

Have you ever...

1. been married?
Nope, marriage isn't even on my radar right now. I'm 100% single and desperate to mingle!

2. been divorced? been remarried?
No, and I'd like not to go through that experience if I can help it.

3. had sex at a wedding reception?
Actually, I have never been to a wedding in my life.

4. had sex with someone you first met at a wedding or wedding reception?
Obviously no but that's a great fantasy; I'm pretty sure i'd be up for it with the right someone.

5. given a a toast to the bride and groom?
No. However, I do have a toast ready for one of my best friends when she gets married. She is a commitment phobe yet I'm convinced she'll be the first to take the plunge.


Happy TMI Tuesday!

Anything you want to share that's not any of our damn business?