Hey horny men…it’s FRIDAY! You’re not the only one horny here! I’ve been horny all morning and defiantly need to cum with you. I’ve been thinking about some of my calls I had this week and most of them were pretty intense. I start thinking about it and it gets me all worked up by the end of the week and I just wanna fuck my brains out! You know what I mean? As many of you know already I talk about anything and the most fucked up shit gets me off big time! A horny no taboo girl who is wanting your cock- how can anyone say no to that?
I took a bath last night. I turned the taps on high, squeezed in some gardenia bubble bath, and a few drops of oil.
In the bathroom, I flipped on the heater and shed my clothes. The bath was getting full. I climbed in – HOT – and jumped back out again. Ran some cold. Climbed back in and slowly immersed myself. The extreme heat felt wonderful on my sore muscles. I felt myself slowly relaxing. My waterproof vibrator is always eager and ready to join me in the tub.
I teased my clit with too much vibration, then not enough, then too much again. I was getting close to orgasm, the vibrator slipping around easily in slickness beyond that of water and soap, my hips lifting out of the water. I pushed my dildo hard inside me, then pulled it out and pressed it against my desperately throbbing clit. I came with a convulsion that thrust my legs into the air, almost bending me double. I relaxed back into the tub. I turned off the vibration in the dildo, but held it in my hands, admiring its sculpted curves. It bends one way and then the other, in a subtle S, with pillowy ridges at aesthetically pleasing intervals. I stroked it idly, exploring its textures. My water was still hot. I slipped back into fantasy.
I pressed the dildo back into my pussy, so the larger curve in the S was up. That felt good. Had I been using it upside down? I slid it in and out, trying to fit it all the way up. I twisted the dildo to try it the other way up, smaller, more acute curve facing up. Also good. A little deeper. I turned the dildo back the first way with difficulty, my pussy tightening.
I started fucking myself fast and hard, hitting my cervix with every thrust. My cunt clenched and shuddered as I came a second time. I let my silky red toy float as I drained the water. I felt pleasantly tired, as I ran the shower and rinsed the soap out of my hair. I dried off and put on my robe. Carrying the vibrator in one hand and my towel in the other, I went into my bedroom, changed, and layed under the covers. I drifted off immediately
I had a dinner party this past weekend and true to form this chic was feeling beheaded by midafternoon on the day of the party. The menu was fairly simple: pan seared duck with a chipolte apricot glaze, roasted garlic mashed potatoes, mixed green salad (with avocado, cucumber, grilled onions, and blue cheese in a balsamic vinaigrette), and for dessert Mango and Strawberry Cobbler, but things kept happening that kept me from getting my butt in the kitchen where it needed to be. One of my neighbors dogs got out and she was panicking (okay, so was i) so we went on a frantic dog search. By the time we found the dog my florist was closed and i hadn’t picked up the arrangements for the party. My mom called crying over a fight with my aunt and so it went, problem after problem. That’s why i didn’t answer my phone when he called me later that afternoon. Then he called again…
Him: Why haven’t you answered me little one?
me: i’m busy! I am just learning how to treat this new caller of mine. he is my master, and actually it quite turns me on!
Him: excuse me?
me: i’m sorry i was short with You, but i am busy washing vegetables and i had to put down cucumbers and dry my hands to text just now and things are out of control and nothing is going right and i. am. freaking. out.
Him: Are you alone?
me: yes Sir, i am now.
Him: Grab a cucumber, go to your room and get naked.
Less than two minutes later my phone rang again. Gulp. My heart started galloping and my tummy began filling with butterflies. My problems were already starting to fade away into the background when i dropped to my knees and answered with a quiet, “hello.” He wasted no time with idle chit chat.
“You are mine georgia. MINE.”
The words had an immediate effect on me. My pussy contracted around the words as if they were fucking me with the depth of their meaning and the butterflies in my tummy took flight. i was his right now and nothing else mattered.
“Your lips are mine. Touch my lips.”
“Your breasts are mine. Slap my breasts. Harder. i want to hear it.”
“Your nipples are mine. Pinch my nipples. Harder. Make it hurt.”
“Your pussy is mine. Fuck my pussy. Use two fingers and fuck it. Faster slave. Faster.”
And so it went until i was breathless and begging to cum. He tells me it takes most women a long time to reach an orgasm, but i’ve never been one for marathons and my pussy feels the same way…sprinting to the finish is just her style. He granted permission for me to cum without even making me beg and then before i’d had a chance to catch my breath he ordered me to cum again.
i was all a-tremble, the dinner party a forgotten nuisance when he spoke again, “clean your fingers like you clean my cock.” i slid my fingers out of my pussy and put them in my mouth, sucking them clean and moaning as i imagined sucking my cum off of him.
“Do you like that little one?” he asked, and i mumbled a “yeth thir” around the fingers in my mouth. “Good girl. You do taste good. So good in fact that I think we should share. Take the cucumber and slide it deep inside your pussy.” i took the large, cold cucumber from the floor beside me did as he ordered. My pussy clenched around it convulsively, still wanting to fuck, but he had other plans.
“Now pull it out, get dressed and go finish your salad. Do NOT wash the cucumber off. Do you understand me?”
i knelt there in shocked silence. Surely he didn’t mean for me to serve a cum soaked cucumber to my friends. No. He coudn’t mean that. He wouldn’t…
“Did you understand me slave?” he asked again in a tone that told me he did in fact expect me to serve my cum with dinner.
“Yes Sir,” i managed to whisper past the sudden lump in my throat and after a simple ‘good girl’ he hung up the phone.
The rest of the afternoon went by in a blur. No longer did i worry about the recipes i cooked, or about the dress i was wearing or the way my hair turned out or about my make-up or what music to play. All i could think about was the little chunks of cucumber in the salad that wore my cum as their dressing.
Dinner went off without a hitch and everyone had a lovely time. i blushed while they ate the salad, amazed that they remained unaware that they were munching on the proof of my slavery, but then they didn’t need to be reminded of what i was…
but i did. And so do you guys. Call me and let me be your little bitch tonight. I will do whatever you say.
Boobies are a Girls Best Friend!!!
I went out last night…and I thought it would be fun to keep a tab of all the things I get with the “big boobie discount” or free as I like to refer to it. The Night started early. I went to one of my favorite little boutiques in the city to get a new dress..Usually it needs to be altered because obviously my chest are is definitely larger then any other part of my body so there is always some minor adjustments with any purchase. I was walking down the street in my stilettos and jeans with a cute little top and one of my BAGS ( I have an obsession with Handbags). I passed a gentleman while I walked down the street who dropped his wallet. I picked it up and briskly walked up to him to give it back…..He began to look up and stopped short right before my eyes and gazed at the bodacious body that stood before him. Speechless he reached for his wallet and mumbled thank you. He was red all over as I said your welcome and headed to the store. I grabbed a few selections from the rack and tried them on. Coming out to get a good look at everything in the big light. I could feel someone looking at me but didn’t see anyone. The dresses I like I handed to the sales girl to take to
the register. The ones I hated I put back…I DONT KNOW WHY I DO That probably because I used to work
retail and know what its like to put other peoples shit back…LOL But I digress when I got up to
the register everything and a few extras were bagged up. I thought she was confused and I was a little
annoyed and I said “aren’t you gonna ring that stuff up?” She smiled and said I did. Your husband came in
and took car of it for you. Baffled and confused I said My husband???? She was like yea she describe
the man from the street. He had followed me in the store…and paid for the entire purchase 3,452.73 cents.
I was gonna put it on my “daddys” card but he did it for me. He didn’t leave a card or anything and
when I went out to thank him he was gone. Feeling great and still full of coin. I head into the nearby
shoe store to pick out a few pairs to go with the dresses and when I got to the counter the total didn’t sound
right. The store clerk had given me his discount which was 40% off. I almost choked…All done with shopping
I need to hurry home to get ready. I hale a cab and get in. The 30 min drive to my house was SO tiring. But
I got to go through the dress bag and see the choices that the stranger made for me. When we pulled
up at my house. I realized I did not have any Cash on me. The cabby kindly said. Don’t worry about I enjoyed
the view..I mean ride very much I told him I use cab services all the time and that If he was free tonight to
come pick me and my girlfriends up. He smiled and said do they all look like you and I replied..yes but I have the biggest Rack…He laughed and I headed into my house.
Grand Total FOr THAT DAY>…
3.452.73
1,542.86 – 40% = 617.14
free cab ride….
total of 4438.45 approx. and this is before getting my drinks comped…and vip all night in the club..
I LOVE MY TITS THE BEST INVESTMENT EVER!
I want you.
I want you to be mine.
I want you to *show* that you are mine, submissive to my every desire. Mine to do with as I please, to say yes as a good little boy should say to his Mistress, and never say no. To agree to whatever I want, whatever experiment, whatever position, whatever whim I might have in mind for you. I want you to agree that *my* pleasure is paramount, the end-all and be-all of your existence, and far more important than your own, to give me what I’m not getting elsewhere in the tedium of my life.
I want you to kneel naked before me, heels under your buttocks in that way you know I like, the way that spreads your ass cheeks just that little extra bit, making you hyperaware that your asshole is mine, too. I want your knees splayed wide, too, displaying the penis and balls dangling at the apex of your thighs–and that penis had better be hard; it’s disrespectful to be limp in front of your goddess.
I might want your hands clasped behind your back at the base of your spine, or I might want their fingers laced together behind your head, but either way, they will be out of my way, as you keep your head down and your shoulders back, displaying your chest and the nipples standing sentry there. You will not look up at my face, my breasts, or even my cunt unless I give you permission to; you are not worthy to gaze upon them without my will. I am a goddess, and you will show your devotion to me in the manner that pleases me best.
I want every inch of your body cleaned when you present yourself like a gift to me, scrubbed from head to foot, including behind the ears and between the toes. If I want you to wear cologne or perfume, I will let you know, but I do *not* want to smell your sweat until you’re bound and chained, and writhing in the ecstasy of the pain I can and will bestow upon you. I do not want to smell that stale cornchip odor on your feet, and I don’t want to smell stale urine on your cock—no, on *my* cock. If you are kneeling before me, submissive, then everything that was yours is now mine, and your penis is the most personal gift you can make. It will be mine.
Your armpits are to be shaved. This goes right along with the command that you must smell sweet and clean. So must your testicles. If I want hair on your ballsack, I will let you know, and give it time to grow. For right now, it must be as clean-shaven as your jawline. Possessing a beard and moustache are also out—they are signs of rebellion, of wanting to reassert your masculinity, and if you rebel, I will use my riding crop on the tender inner skin of your thighs.
I want you to worship me.
Are you worthy?
I did…..and I mean ALL the hair in front and right between my legs. It felt great. Too bad I hadn’t done that before I went walking around in a skirt and no panties. Anyway, that night I got the best pussy licking ever! My boyfriend just kept running his tongue all over the bare skin. It was so incredible! I just came and came before he barely got started. He was so turned on by my bald mound and orgasms that we balled all night long! I let the hair in front grow back and keep it trimmed into a nice strip but I still completely shave around my pussy lips so they’re nice, smooth and lickable.Hmmmm..are you unzipping your pants? I thought so! What took you so long?!
Just thinking of all that pink, slippery, wet cunt flesh…? Your cock is standing straight up and throbbing. And it’s definitely more than a handful I can bet, since it’s in your hand right now. Yeah, I’m betting youre stroking for me right now, slowly. You know, I LOVE to watch a guy beat off. My ex sometimes liked to do that. He’d be fucking me and suddenly pull out, straddle me and jerk off all over my stomach just like the porn guys do. Sometimes he wouldn’t even fuck me, he’d just jerk off all over my tits. Usually he would eat me first, sometimes after. I really got off on watching his hand stroking his hard cock. Sometimes he’d play with his balls at the same time and sometimes I’d do it for him. It was great. Have you ever done that, you know, masturbated in front of someone??Yeah, there’s nothing like watching a guy’s cock pumping in his fist, hearing him moaning and groaning and then shooting all that nice creamy cum all over my tits and stomach. I like to run my hands all over my wet tits afterwards and lick the cum off them. Mmmmm tasty! You know what else is finger lickin’ good? When a guy pumps his fingers in and out of my wet muff and then sucks the juice off afterwards. I love a guy who appreciates a tasty pussy…..so do you???
I learned very early the art of seduction. Timing, teasing, and subtly. Those are the
makings of an excellent seduction. So as I sit nuzzled up like a women with a man I couldn’t
stop myself. I couldn’t tell my hands therefore my mouth would not listen. At first I just
grazed it a little..To see what the reaction would be. He didn’t look at me. So I began to
stroke through his jeans. And it began to grow. I thought it would stop growing..But before
I even knew it I was reaching inside of his pants. And removing his cock. Sliding it safely
into my mouth like I had seen it done so many times on that sex channel. Only this was
better. This was real. This was His. I figured the goal when sucking cock would be to get as much
inside of your mouth as you can without gagging. So I did….Slid the entire thing down my throat.
But I couldnt and I didnt gag weird. Behold I though no gag reflux. Great! I began sucking and
licking on his manhood like no other. I could tell it was great because the sounds coming
from his mouth and the tightening of his legs as I clamped down on his love with my lips
flicking my tongue while I suck perfecting my new found technique. It was only a moment
before I heard the car do slam…and knew that sound all to well. It was her…and I was not
finished. I have exactly 4.5 mins. Before she makes out of the car through the garage door and into
the house. Another 2 mins if she is thirsty and stops for a water in the basement refrigerator
so I wasted no time and began sucking with all my might until I finally tasted it. He shot
his silky creamy load down my young little pubescent throat and I happily swallowed. And kissed
mom Hello…Today was a good day. My first time!
It’s nice and sunny here in So Cal…a perfect day for lounging by the pool and soaking up some sun. Today I’m working from home, and since I’m the boss, I can do that kind of thing. Yet, I’m sitting at my desk at home thinking what a shame it is that I’m stuck inside the house on the computer, when I could be enjoying the great outdoors. So I decide to take a little break and lay out by the hot tub, just to get a little color on my cheeks. I’ve never bothered with a bikini, especially since I’m at home. Nude sunbathing is the best.I’m sure you know what’s “cumming” next. I forgot that my pool guy cleans my pool on Wednesday’s, and he walked through the gate without my noticing. I guess he saw me lying there in all my glory because when I finally opened my eyes, I could tell from the tent in his pants he had seen enough to get him all excited. Poor guy was awestruck though, so I told him not to be shy and come over so I could help him get rid of that bulge in his pants. Judging from how big the bulge was, I knew I was in for a treat.
I knelt before him and unzipped his shorts to reveal what he was hiding in there. It was definitely more than I expected, because I gasped when I saw the enormous cock that stood at attention before me. I immediately grabbed it and stroked it, smiling up at him, telling him what a shame it was that I didn’t work from home more often. Putting his cock in my mouth, I licked his shaft up and down, cupping his balls, massaging them, and softly scratching them with my long manicured nails. He began to thrust softly while I sucked, and I could feel the head of his cock gently tapping the back of my throat. Feeling bold, I took all of his cock down my throat, gagging on it, and feeling myself getting wetter each time I swallowed his cock and felt my lips graze his ball sac. I closed my eyes and pictured what it would look like when the cum ran down my lips, down my neck, and how it would feel when I rubbed that sticky cum on my tits. He was getting closer to cumming, and I could feel my pussy clenching at the thought of it. Before I knew it, he said, “Take my cum down your throat.” I responded by sucking harder, milking his cock for that sweet cum. He shot that load right to the back of my throat, and I moaned in pleasure, refusing to swallow it so that I could give him the pleasure of watching it run down my chin. The feeling of it on my lips, flowing out of my mouth and down my neck, was pure ecstasy. I could feel myself reaching orgasm as I rubbed it all over my tits, pinching my nipples and fondling them while I reached down to finish myself off. He stood there, watching me rub my clit, the cum sticking to my face and my breasts, glistening in the sun. I came hard, all the while licking the cum off my lips. It was definitely one of the best orgasms I’ve had in a long time.
I don’t know what my obsession is with boobs lately. It seems I am constantly checking out women’s chests, clothed or unclothed, comparing them of course to my own.For example, as I was browsing through the girls photos on The Klassy Kat site and I found myself drawn to big nipple pics. I just want to lick and suck them. Chew them in my mouth and pull them as hard as I can. I have a fascination with big tits but lately I like the smaller ones with big nipples. When I go anywhere I purposely don’t put on a bra so my nipples will poke out of my shirt. It makes me feel so sexy. When I get home I can’t wait to play with them. I love putting clothes pins on and teasing them. I love getting them so big and erect so I can suck my own tits!
One of the first questions I get when I talk to a new guy on the phone is “So why are you still single?”Ugh.
Well, the short answer is this: Because I choose to be.
If you want a more detailed explanation, here it is:
Relationships are a pain in the ass. Ask anyone who is in one or used to be. I’ve been in enough of them to know. I have dealt with liars, cheaters (on me and with me), drug abusers, misogynists, “friends with benefits”, you name it.
Part of my problem is that I hate labels. I hate the idea of being limited to categorizing someone as a boyfriend or “this guy I’m dating” and, other than husband or fiance, that’s about all there is. Well, there is also sugar daddy and significant other but a Sugar Daddy is a whole ‘nother category and ‘significant other’ is just another term for boyfriend.
I’ve tried to come up with new phrases to use for myself, like “options” or “boyfriend potential” but they never quite caught on. Whatever happened to words like suitor and courting?
I do have men in my life that I am in various stages of relationships with. There are men that I have just chatted online with, there are men that I have talked to on the phone, there are men that I have gone out with or hung out with a few times, and there are men with whom I have sex. (Gasp!)
The problem with admitting that there is more than one mine in my life is that, whenever a woman admits this, she is labeled a slut. (See also: double standards.) So am I a slut if I go three months without having sex? Am I a slut if I am seeing a few men but only having sex with one?
And why do I even ‘need’ a man? The question of “why are you single?” seems to imply that being (technically) single means I am somehow defective, like it is so difficult to believe that a woman with so many good qualities would be without a “significant other” unless there was something wrong with her.
Hey, I’m a great catch. There is no hidden flaw or irregularity that makes me certifiably un-date-able or un attachable. Contrary to popular opinion, a woman is not somehow incomplete without a man. In fact, I feel more whole without one because there is no one around to drain my energy, put a dent in my self-esteem, or take even the slightest piece of my heart from me. No one is taking anything away from me anymore.
So, there you have it. The answer to the most common question I get daily. I can be sexy, smart and single!
