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?

HNT: Booty Booty Booty Rocking Everywhere

Please believe me when I say I never quite knew what I was holding until I took a picture of it. I snapped the shot and all I could say was “DAMN.” I didn’t realize how brown and round my ass was. I know objects appear larger than life when photographed but my shit just seems massive. I fell back in love with my chocolate skin tones, the smoothness of my skin and the healthiness of my physique… Bon appetite!

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

MzTrySexual: Why I KINK!!!

"I'm a tri-sexual. I'll try anything once."

Samantha Jones, Sex and the City

“I’m a try-sexual. I’ll try anything sexual!”

MzTrySexual, The Kink Chronicles

I have always been a very sexually liberated person, not deviant just liberated!! Being from the Caribbean I can tell you we are NOT taught to express ourselves sexually. We are a largely Christian nation that lives eats and breathes family, church and culture. That is all! I grew up in the church, complete with Kool-aid and tea sandwiches after services, choir practices and Sunday school. Fortunately, I was given the opportunity to go off to school and get some exposure that allowed me to be more liberal with my thinking and experiences. I have always been an open person. I know what I like and what I don’t like and I’m more than willing to tell who ever will listen. Unfortunately, I’m a bit of an anomaly in my oh-so-normal surroundings. Not many are willing to talk as openly about the things that I do, the way that I do. So when Sheba hit me up asking if I was indeed the naughty kink-tress that she recalled from high school, I giddily conceded and gracefully accepted the invitation.

I Kink because I am! Yeah, I’m a freak, and WHAT? I’m sexy, fierce, flirty, demanding, submissive and downright nasty when I wanna be! But I’m also an educated, intelligent, ambitious and creative woman! I wanted to be a part of this community of women demonstrating that we can be all these sexual/ sensual things and still be the life-bearing, goddess-like entities that we are held up as. The women of Kink are my sexual ‘coven’. We represent what so many think and crave but dare not say let alone live. We ARE the things that go bump in the night! And we love it! I am grateful for these women who make me feel so much a part of something so necessary. I am grateful for their honesty, their confidence and their sexy! I revel in our KINK!

Hai-kink: Siren

lips burn in sun's light.
not obliging the secret
of yesterday's kiss.

at first she said no.
legs slide open by my hands.
i lean in and taste.

we came together.
slowly at first. then deeply.
kissed softly. at first.

between her lips, mine.
the air Is hot. bodies wet.
tastes sweet. savory.

heads buried in necks.
breast against breast, nipples touch.
her fingers searching.

her arriving there.
finds wet. slides inside fully.
i pull her moaning.

i can feel her deep.
my breath is shallow. panting.
her skin is hot. firery.

i want her now. here.
i want her inside me now.
i am still hungry.

it seemed simple. me her.
us together simple. right.
today it seems not.

there is no waiting.
only us wanting always.
there is heat. needing.

if I could still it.
slow it. but I cannot. yet.
i am holding on.

her lips between mine.
her hips my hands my lips. touch.
i can see her there.

the taste is heaven.
pink folds moist with sweat. pulsing.
i could eat for hours.

fingers one by one.
my lips on her. sucking deep.
she is writhing. tossing. sweet.

skin soft as velvet.
dark chocolate turns petal pink.
i have to taste. her.

she is beautiful.
in this pose she is luscious.
greedy and so wet.


Have you had a session so intense, it made you want to 'ring the alarm'?

iServeFace

The notoriously nasty Pink Vixxxen stumbled across my twitter page and was delighted by my screen name iServeFace. When I chose it I didn’t consider the double-entendre but who am I to deny its sexy meaning. When I started serving face I was filled with performance anxiety; never had I received. I had only watched it on the Spice Channel where the camera angles were never quite close enough. Much to my surprise that first time was like a baby tiger making its first kill; all instinctive. Almost like riding a bike, someone is holding the seat steady as you mount and you quiver a little trying to gain your balance. Once you find a rhythm and build your confidence they release their hold and suddenly you take off never forgetting how to ride again; That’s describes my allegiance to the marvelously moist, splendorously splashy vagina the first time I was blessed with a taste I never turned back.

Although pussies are all gifts to the earth from up above, they are not all created equally. My favorite type of cunt is thick and meaty. I like the kind of chyna that’s so thick it can make an imprint through baggy sweatpants: each lip juicy and pinchable like your chubby nephew’s cheeks. The lips must be uniform in size and I don’t like anything enlarged or hanging. A tight cunt is the standard and I do not engage if other wise. As my sexual confidence grew so did my aggression. I’m classified as a stem or aggressive femme and its most displayed in the bedroom. I’m not a huge conversationalist. I prefer my companion to use very little words and concentrate on the sounds of sex. Because of the dynamics of most lesbian relationships I don’t get to act on my animalistic desires so sex with a girlie girl and me can be quite barbaric. Most nights the anticipation builds on the ride home. I switch from the thumbing sounds of the club to the smooth grooves of R. Kelly (I don’t care what you say that man makes music for fuckin). We stumble upstairs and retire to our respective corners to disrobe, she to the bathroom to “pee” (read wipe down) and me to the room to prep the landscape for cunninglingus.

“Lay down,” I demand, and she complies. I like for her to lay on her back with her booty floating off the edge. The weight of her thighs resting on my shoulders and me crouched down legs cocked wide gives easy access to my clit if need be. I always begin with a firm spreading of the thighs stretching them out forcing the punany to bloom like an onion from Outback. Lesbian sex is more about feeling and sensations; it’s a mind fuck first before the touching begins. The body responds to the thought of sex before it gets to experience the joys. I like to sensually torture and tease the entire body before I begin to devour the pussy. I love to hear my partner giggle with nervous anticipation and wiggle to the sensation of my hot mouth kissing behind her kneecaps, licking the backs of her legs or nibbling on the space between her anus and vaginal opening.

“Lay down,” I demand, and she complies. I like for her to lay on her back with her booty floating off the edge. The weight of her thighs resting on my shoulders and me crouched down legs cocked wide gives easy access to my clit if need be. I always begin with a firm spreading of the thighs stretching them out forcing the punany to bloom like an onion from Outback. Lesbian sex is more about feeling and sensations; it’s a mind fuck first before the touching begins. The body responds to the thought of sex before it gets to experience the joys. I like to sensually torture and tease the entire body before I begin to devour the pussy. I love to hear my partner giggle with nervous anticipation and wiggle to the sensation of my hot mouth kissing behind her kneecaps, licking the backs of her legs or nibbling on the space between her anus and vaginal opening.

Much like hers, my pussy is ignited with passion. I can feel the warmth and wetness pool on the inside of my sex and anymore teasing will force me to explode, so I begin. First licking up the Barbie Doll joint crease where the legs meet the lips and I bite down to the folds of her ass. I’m an “all hands on deck” kind of pussyeater so I use my chin to spread her lips and clear a path to the center of her sex. I poke my bottom lip to all the way out and use it to scoop the impending juices back up to the clit; the secret to optimum pleasure is a super wet pussy, and natural juice is the best lubrication.

All mouth motions must be smooth and methodic; establishing a rhythm first sets the tone for the session. So I use my bottom lip to roll up and my bottom teeth to push the wetness out in a slow wine motion like the sexiest dancehall queen and her hips mimic the moves. By this time my entire face it wet and I’m loving it. She begins to moan slow and deep from pleasure and I do the same. Mechanically my lips shape themselves into a full-lipped pucker and I swallow the clit while pressing firmly on the abdomen.

While engulfed between my lips I slap the clit with my tongue starting off softly and allowing the repetitive motion to build bringing her to a climax. I stop. Still holding onto the clit and exhaling my warm breath, but no more motion. At this point she usually sits up and yells, “What the fuck!” I smile to myself, release the clit and commence to licking her from the rooter to the tooter and she settles back in to her position. I like to French kiss the clit nice and slow, sticking my tongue in and up, twisting my head to match its movements, stopping every few moments to plant a soft peck on the cheeks. I squeeze the lips together pushing the clit out and rub my face into it causing her to quiver.

Too much attention to the clit can lead to an early climax and I’m not ready for that so I focus on the entrance. As we all know the most sensitive portion of the twat is the opening so I allow my tongue to graze this area slow but confidently, with my mouth wide open the so the coolness of my breath enhances the feelings. I wrap my arms around her thighs pulling her in as she begins to fuck my face. I push my thumb into the apex of the vagina and force the clit to jump from under the hood.

The exposure to the night’s air is enough to produce more juices and I just lap it all up. I push her to the other end of the bed forcing her head to dangle off so I can mount the bed. I force her legs even wider so I can suck and tug on her clit while fingering the pussy, using forceful strokes. Now I can sense the climax building again because her back starts to arch and just when she belts, “I’m gonna cum,” I pop an index finger in her asshole and its over. She clamps down on my hand, I feel her clit pulsate and her passion is all over my face. I take one more sip and savor in the fruits of my labors and fall out. She wants a wet towel; I comply and happily sleep it off until the morning.

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The Pussy Drought: Volume 1 - Finger Fucking in the Dark

I've fucked ALOT of women. Or at least I think so, as compared to how many men I've fucked. I'm no Don Juan to the ladies but something about my very nature encourages women to open up to me about their sexual desires, interests, mishaps and what-have-you. I always attributed it to my insane sense of loyalty to many of my female friends. Any of my girls know that I'm that girl in the crew that's really got everyone's back when the shit hits the fan. I'm the last-in the club and last-out the club type chick, making sure everyone is good before we bounce. I'm like a FBI agent, surveying the spot for any deviants or haters, both of which should be on the America's Most Wanted list. I always have a fabulous time (busters or not)and I look fabulous doing it.
Most women love me or hate me. I think I like it that way. See, I started my love affair with pussy a loooong time ago. So, those who love me...well, let's just say I could appreciate this gift with girls as early as 9 years old.

In fifth grade, Melanie was the cutest girl in the world to me. She had this beautiful honey brown skin and her hair was almost always done cute. Her older sister used to think she was all-that. hmmph. I mean she was def cute, but Melanie was like waaaay better. She had the biggest bootie in the class. I loved watching her walk away from me with the plaid from her skirt bouncing from her booty jiggles. She also had what I now know as luscious "dick sucking" lips which she plastered with lipgloss daily. Come to think of it, I remember plenty of times feeling tingly as I watched her suck her thumb. That's actually how we became friends--we both still had issues quitting the thumb sucking.

And, Mels was definitely one of my best, most favorite friends. We jumped rope together. She let me do her hair. We always asked to go to the bathroom together. We used to switch uniforms sometimes (still not sure why lol). We started the whole "Cool" for girls to sit on girls laps thing at our school. But all the while, we had not done anything remotely sexual with each other. Randomly one day standing around after cheerleading practice, my life changed.

In the bathroom checking out what our uniforms would look like for next week's game--we're both being silly posing, doing fake steps in adjacent mirrors. I turned to her and giggled, "oooooh Melanie look at all that booty hanging out", simultaneously poking her ass softly. "You betta quit D! Plus look at all of this", Mel yelled back as she quickly brushed her hand across my "ample" size B cups. Wow she had grabbed me back! I just poked her and she kinda grabbed me. So the next time I lightly gripped under her ass with my hand and made reference to her big booty again. Next she's attacking me in groping tickles. We start tickling each other but it definitely feels more like copping feels. Our giggles are echoing through the entire bathroom and empty gym I'm sure. We're going on for a while, rolling along the wall. She's in control. Then I'm in control.

We keep our faces close together--her cheek on mine. She tickles me by softly grabbing my tit. I laugh to keep up pretenses. I tickle her by playing along her butt crack. She laughes as well. Finally, a truce...but I get the last feel with a finger that grazes the inside of her ass. We paused for a long, awkward time with no laughter. We kinda just stared at each other. Just as I was about to tell her it was prolly time for me to go home, she said calmly, "I'll show you my booty, if you show me your titties." WTF? Wait...What? YES!!! "Aight--well let's hurry up", I say tentatively.

So of course bossy ass Mel was gonna try to force me to go first. But I wasn't having it! Nah! We had to draw on that one. I won the quick draw so SHE had to go first. We agreed to follow the other person's instructions---so you get to see everything you want to see. With her standing far across from me, I told her to turn around and pull up her skirt first, so I could see her ass in the cheerleading pants aka spanks. She agreed and as soon as her skirt lifted, I felt myself inching forward past the "safe zone". I wanted a closer look goddamit! I told her it would make it easier if I just pulled down her spanks and panties, while she held up the skirt. She agreed. I kneeled down behind her and reached up for her spanks. Words can not even expresss my anticipation at that very moment. I was finally going to see her ass! My heart was in my throat and my hands were super clammy. I remember pulling down her burgandy spanks slowly and seeing the prettiest caramel brown round sticking out the side of her underwear. Her booty got all goosebumpy after the air hit it. I remember thinking her leg looked like a golden original recipe KFC chicken leg. (that now makes sense for obvious reason lol) I instructed her to "go shoulder length" which was cheerleading code for "spread your legs". She never gave me any problems--she just said "ok" and "is that ok?" and I was grateful for her cooperation. I knew her snug-fit, pretty panties with purple and pink flowers would need more room for maneuvering and I didn't want to drop them.

As she stepped out her panties, one by one with each leg, I got a glimpse of her lil space of heaven between her legs. She smelled of baby powder and sweat. She had about the same amount of hair as I did down by her kitty kat. I was literally speechless. My thoughts raced but were abruptedly interrupted---"Um hellloo? What are we supposed to do now?" she says clearly getting annoyed. Truth is I had no idea what we were supposed to do now. So I said the first thing that came to mind----"We can 'DO IT'...if you want to?" And that was all she wrote....

Neither of us really knew what "doing it" was but we were pretty determined to figure it out. We made up our own rules. Melanie wanted it where we didn't do it with anybody else---but I quickly vetoed that. Doing it in our world was finger-fucking in the dark. Wet kisses in the bathroom stalls. We started off quite sloppy and it always seemed a pain to only get to do it once in a while after cheerleading practice. By 7th grade, although we were in different schools, we were covert finger fucking pros.

Away at camps and trips, counselors spent most of their time trying to keep the girls away from the boys. This sucked for Melanie, cause she was always in and out with this fool, Charles. He had a nasty mouth but he was cute though. I knew he was doing it to her to on the DL. Shoot by 7th grade, there was a group of 5 or 6 girls doing it with each other. We all participated in the same after-school activities, and had previously been classmates before I moved to the manhattan prep school. On our trips, we would run an entire bunk and everyone was sworn to secrecy or risk getting yo azz beat! We'd always pair up before the trip but knew everyone was fair game. Mel was always my bus ride partner. We always wore skirts and scoped out seats near the back. We would finger each other on every single bus trip. Whoeever was getting fingered would be on the inside seat. The outside person would pretend to be laying/sleeping on the other person---while nibbling a nipple inconspicously and finger fucking under a large warm blanket.

I really liked when she touched me but I loved fingering her. She used to like to pretend she was sleeping also but underneath the blanket she'd be spread so wide to me, with gushs of wetnesses and her pussy muscles contracting on my pace. Overnight trips were the best because I got to play with her pussy for as long as I wanted. Her kitty was always moist and her clit felt juicy between my forefinger and thumb. At night when the bus was pitch black, she'd whisper "Do it fast, but cover my mouth". I loved this part. I'd sit up slowly and look around to make sure no one was facing our direction. I would slide her ass down to the edge of the seat and drape her right leg over both my legs. She was practically on my lap. Her left leg stood up on the radiator on the side of the bus with both of us sufficiently covered by the blanket. Being in the back of the bus, we had a little leeway with sound but we were always super careful---that's why she insisted that I cover her mouth. She was always worried about getting caught. I liked teasing her with my middle finger, sliding up and down her pussy lips. I could always tell she was getting impatient, cause she would inch her pussy closer to my hand, hoping to get lucky with a quick dip inside. I pressed my left hand hard against her mouth and face. She wrapped her hands around mine for extra support. I took a deep breath, braced myself and dove straight into her treasure chest.

Starting very slowly, I'd work my finger around her smooth wet walls. Twirling my finger, working it in and out slowly. Every once in a while I'd quickly slide my finger up to her clit and use my thumb to squeeze it. She squeezed my hands tighter. I was always patient and willing to wait until I felt like she was really open---gushing with sweet juices, clit pulsating to a rapid rhthym. Then I'd ball up all but my middle finger and finger fuck her for as fast I could. I was determined to give it to her from every angle. Her slippery wet lips slid past my knuckles. I rotated my hand back and forth while swimming in and out. I worked in different zones enjoying every minute of it. I loved teasing her with fast pumps in and out just at the tip of her lips. She gushed some more for me. I quickly flip my hand to palm side up and use my thumb to wiggle her clit, while still giving it to her. That was my favorite. I kept a fluid, trance-like motion and I can remember thinking, gosh my mouth is open and tongue is out---thank god she can't see me. lol. My own kitty is meowing, clit tingling in excitement. I guess I'd stop when I knew she couldn't take anymore or someone in the bus coughed. I always gave her clit a few minutes of extra playtime as I pinched lightly, pulled and wiggled. Eventually, we'd both fall asleep. On a few occasions I did fall asleep with my finger in her pussy, thumb on her clit. Regardless, the next day I had my own reminder of our secret - her scent right on my finger, which I sniffed long, hard and frequently. I was an addict.

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So you see, I've had this relationship with pussy going on for a looooong time. Of course I would admit it has evolved tremendously. Still, no one could have ever told me back in the day that I would experience nearly a year long pussy drought! Now that I'm enduring that space, I really don't know what to think. I'm trying to make heads and tails of it, truly scratching my head. How am I feeling? Hmm How....am....I...feeling? I guess I feel frustrated and pissed but confused as hell. I mean, is this just supposed to be the pussy-less era? When do I get that impulse back?


Kudos to my boyfriend, who has obviously put it down enough for this drought to have occurred. I have never been in a relationship with a man before and not had sexual encounters (with or without his knowledge) with another woman. So I guess from one angle, this could be seen as a triumph for my heterosexual relationships. But I think I'd feel like that was less bullshit if I didn't fantasize about women all the time. Cleary, as wonderful as sex is with my boyfriend, there are just some things he can't possiby provide. Although on some nights, if I'm faded enough and he's being really quick and gentle, I can definitely hallucinate about a second girl involved.

Granted, my life is very different today than even a year ago. I'm not galavanting around NYC in stilettos rendezvous-ing with other hot girls in stilettos. Damn those were the days. These days I'm out in west bum fuck, NJ, with nary a fabulous weave around. But I've dealt with worse and have still found jump-offs. So I keep thinking these are all excuses. There are definitely some cute girls at my school at least. Ok, yes some are just way too young, 18/19---and others are not my type, despite being cute. But, it didn't take long for my school crew to get comfortable talking about sexuality & interests. I'm pretty confident that one drunk night with either of my homegirls---the drought is probably over. So why haven't I made a move? So why let the blasphemy continue? Is it a drought or have I just gone on strike. Or am I fasting for a specific future meal?

After a 22-year affair with pussy, best believe I need to figure this out. Tonight I learned that I was clearly born with the desire to lust after and love women. All of my naughty thoughts were from my own limited frame of reference. There were no outside influences initially. Finger fucking was our secret born out of simple attraction and curiousity. I never spoke about it with anyone---not until well into my 20s. Truthfully, I didn't speak about it much with any of the girls that participated. I feared that they would be able to tell just how much I liked it---and I wasn't supposed to like it THAT much. lol

This is my journey to find an answer. Maybe there is something in the past or the future that explains this sudden shift. Late night reminscing and fantasizing, I'm bound to come across something...

Has the core of your sex life suddenly changed and you're hardpressed to figure out why? What would you do to get to an answer?

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