Fallen out of Sex

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?

Got This Bitch Twisted

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!

TMI Tuesday #204

1. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the ?? without anything steamy happening? (Opposite sex for breeders, same sex for homosexuals)
As a southern lady, I have shared my bed without sharing my goodies. I was quite fond of this arrangement during college and high school with certain boy-toys. These boy toys were my teddy bears, in fact my favorite teddy bear was a well-known football star in my hometown. He kept me warm many of nights during my high school years. He was such a gentleman.

2. Have you eve streaked, flashed, or otherwise partially or totally exposed yourself in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of people?
I personally believe nudity frees the soul. During high school, I attended several basement and house parties. On one particular night, the house party moved from a friend's home to my house. It was at the end of school and the beginning of summer. I lead the call for everyone to shed their clothes. Of course we had some shy bunnies. We actually had races up and down my neighborhood street, played in my neighbor's sprinklers, and landed in my backyard pool. Did I forget to mention that I have all of this on videotape? Oops!

3. Have you had dates with multiple people in the same weekend (or consecutive nights or the same night) while not all of your dates were aware of your actions?
Nope, all of my gentlemen callers knew the "deal". They served their purpose.

4. What is the most "romantic" you have ever gotten in a movie theater?
This is one of my fantasies; I will update you on the erotic details.

5. Have you ever had sex when you knew a non-participating adult was watching?
I actually like an audience during my sexual pleasures. My favorite dick-de-jour in high school and college became a pro at public displays of our lovemaking. He knew all the right commands and would cum on "cue". LOL!

I believe he told me that I made him a "porn" star, yet I was never able to convince him to perform into front of one of his homeboys. Pooh!

Bonus (as in optional): If you could say anything you wanted anonymously to anyone, without identifying that person, what would you say?
I never imagined that you would actually do this to me. I open my eyes to find your dick in my pussy, your best friend fucking me in the ass, your girl's tits in my mouth. You said you want to feast on me but I never thought you wanted to share your servings of Southern Trixxx. I know I have plenty to go around. Oh so Tasty!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

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

The secrets of my Glow

I love myself so much. I truly do. I love my ample breasts (DDs), gentle curves, and wicked lips. I also have an addictive laugh and warm heart. Yet, no one can resist my physical beauty. This love grew slowly in my adolescence years. As my body blossomed it shifted from awkwardness to greatness. It grew greatly during my late teens and earlier twenties. I found many players willing to play within my queendom; yet few were able to keep unlimited passes to visit. All of my lovers were great but they never match the love I have for myself.

To embrace the great love of my body, I begin the day with a “hand glow”. The “hand glow” is my gift to my body. It gives me energy for the day and peace at night. Ironically, it is my daily vitamin for sexual power and aggressiveness. This magic drug is so blissful. See, as my mind enters the new day, my soft hands move to my lower lips. My fingers run along the ridges and valleys. My forefinger enters into a warm opening. As I enter, I use my other fingers to explore the curves within my “honey pot”. I slowly take these fingers back, forward, back, and forward. The rhythm is sometimes fast and sometimes slow. When I move fast, my body becomes so warm. Oh, it’s getting’ hot in here. During my slow grinds, I release a soft moan.

Hummmmmmm……Ah…………Uhh….OOOOO…Within a few minutes or several, my sweet lower lips part to release a steady stream of sweet juice. My body quivers; moans intensify. Oh, my body is warm and satisfied. My day begins with the “hand glow”.

Should I add some toys or people to my morning routine? Do you want to join me?