Are men with no pubes the only ones you want to play with?
I never said that.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
formspring.me
I was just introduced to your posts from one of my fucktoys...he was positive I would enjoy your tales (tails?!); he was right. You and I have many perverted and filthy habits in common...and I would LOVE to meet you.
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...continued. If i ever make it to NYNY, Id love to be you and Ms minion for the evening. Take care and keep it up and hard. xxx. mm
Let me make this easy for you...
Some reading for you to enjoy:
http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-clarification.html
http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-baaaaaack.html
The last question here should be particularly of interest to you: http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/09/q.html
Jungleland
The other day I helped out a friend who was throwing a play group birthday party for her 4 year old. While I was in the kitchen one of the moms came in and started chatting with me. Things came around to marriage and she said she was recently divorced and enjoying getting out there again. Then she asked me whether I was married and I told her no, but that my partner and I had been together for quite a long time.
And then she kissed me.
I was shocked, as it was the very last thing I ever expected from this girl, or in this setting. My shocked showed because she began to apologize profusely. I giggled and told her not to worry, she wasn't the first girl I'd kissed, and it just surprised me. She said she'd never kissed a woman before, and she didn't know what came over her. I told her it was fine, but that my "partner" was a man. Before she could crawl into the floor with more embarrassment, I kissed her again.
She wasn't unattractive, but she wasn't the kind of woman I'm normally attracted to. She was very soccer mom. After our brief kiss, she blushed and said that it was nice, and that she'd always been curious about women. Boldly, I asked her, "How curious?"
"Very."
Knowing her kid was in pre-school, since all the guests were in class together, I asked her whether she would be interested in coffee the next time her child was in school. She was free the next day, so I invited her to my place for coffee.
Coffee was quickly finished as she eagerly, if awkwardly, kissed me again the next morning. What a little bitch in heat! Well, I can be aggressive, too. My hands were under her shirt, fingers inside her bra, as I laid her back on the sofa. Her breasts were mushy-soft, with thick, hard nipples that I pinched gently while I explored her mouth. Her hands very slowly slid under my shirt, and over my unfettered breasts. We continued kissing that way a while, and eventually we both ended up with our shirts off, and her bra off.
When I felt she was comfortable, I attempted to get her jeans off. I looked up at at her for approval, and her gaze met mine knowingly. She looked nervous, but there was nothing about her glance that said I should stop. As I slid her pants off, I could see stray hairs poking around the edge of her panties. I hadn't expected her to be waxed bare, or anything like that, but I did expect some grooming and trimming to have been done. Removing her panties revealed that there had indeed not been any sort of trimming at all. Wow.
I perservered through the jungle and did my best. She probably had a gorgeous pussy under all that mess, because she was nice and tight, no sloppiness to her actual vagina, nice small, pink inner lips, a perfect little clit. It was the getting to it that was the issue. She loved what I did to her, and she came several times, but she sensed that I wasn't digging what was going on down there. Afterward she asked me if there was a problem, and me being the always brutally honest bitch I am told her whether she planned on dating women or men, to clean that shit up. I assured her she didn't need to go fully bare, but a nice trim of the area would go a long way. She asked me how I keep mine so neat, so I recommended my waxer to her, but I also told her a razor and a slow, steady hand would be just fine to start with.
Ladies, groom that shit! You too, boys!
And then she kissed me.
I was shocked, as it was the very last thing I ever expected from this girl, or in this setting. My shocked showed because she began to apologize profusely. I giggled and told her not to worry, she wasn't the first girl I'd kissed, and it just surprised me. She said she'd never kissed a woman before, and she didn't know what came over her. I told her it was fine, but that my "partner" was a man. Before she could crawl into the floor with more embarrassment, I kissed her again.
She wasn't unattractive, but she wasn't the kind of woman I'm normally attracted to. She was very soccer mom. After our brief kiss, she blushed and said that it was nice, and that she'd always been curious about women. Boldly, I asked her, "How curious?"
"Very."
Knowing her kid was in pre-school, since all the guests were in class together, I asked her whether she would be interested in coffee the next time her child was in school. She was free the next day, so I invited her to my place for coffee.
Coffee was quickly finished as she eagerly, if awkwardly, kissed me again the next morning. What a little bitch in heat! Well, I can be aggressive, too. My hands were under her shirt, fingers inside her bra, as I laid her back on the sofa. Her breasts were mushy-soft, with thick, hard nipples that I pinched gently while I explored her mouth. Her hands very slowly slid under my shirt, and over my unfettered breasts. We continued kissing that way a while, and eventually we both ended up with our shirts off, and her bra off.
When I felt she was comfortable, I attempted to get her jeans off. I looked up at at her for approval, and her gaze met mine knowingly. She looked nervous, but there was nothing about her glance that said I should stop. As I slid her pants off, I could see stray hairs poking around the edge of her panties. I hadn't expected her to be waxed bare, or anything like that, but I did expect some grooming and trimming to have been done. Removing her panties revealed that there had indeed not been any sort of trimming at all. Wow.
I perservered through the jungle and did my best. She probably had a gorgeous pussy under all that mess, because she was nice and tight, no sloppiness to her actual vagina, nice small, pink inner lips, a perfect little clit. It was the getting to it that was the issue. She loved what I did to her, and she came several times, but she sensed that I wasn't digging what was going on down there. Afterward she asked me if there was a problem, and me being the always brutally honest bitch I am told her whether she planned on dating women or men, to clean that shit up. I assured her she didn't need to go fully bare, but a nice trim of the area would go a long way. She asked me how I keep mine so neat, so I recommended my waxer to her, but I also told her a razor and a slow, steady hand would be just fine to start with.
Ladies, groom that shit! You too, boys!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Sightseeing
The next day while Cal was attending to his business agenda, I took the opportunity to go sightseeing, as I'd never been to Berlin before. Cal was up and out before me, but he left me some very specific instructions before he'd gone. On the bathroom counter he'd left a small butt plug, and a set of one inch diameter Ben-Wa Balls. I haven't used Ben-Wa Balls in a long time, so I was very excited to see them there. Cal's instructions were that I was to insert the plug and the balls before venturing out for the day. I was to leave them in until he removed them, and I was not to allow myself to orgasm before he returned in the evening.
I spent the day around the city, and was quite comfortable. I'd never done so much walking with Ben-Wa Balls inserted, and it was a very curious feeling. I have excellent muscle control, so I didn't have to work too hard, or concentrate too much on holding on to them. They had just enough wiggle and weight to keep me on edge and aroused all day.
Cal and I met for dinner, and while dining he questioned me as to whether I'd followed his instructions and still had his gifts inserted. He was very happy, and unsurprised that I still did, and that I hadn't yet cum. As if I wasn't already aroused enough, talking about it turned me on even more. Dinner was a long, drawn-out event, full of heavy German food. Any other time I probably would have been too tired to fuck after, but by the time we finished the meal I was completely aroused and couldn't wait to get his cock in me.
Once back in the room Cal made me strip for him and inspected my ass and cunt to make sure the plug and balls were still in place. He then instructed me to get on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed. The drapes were wide open, and all the lights in our room were on. The room face another tall building, and anyone looking out could clearly see what was going on in our room. Cal removed the butt plug with an audible pop, and shoved it in my mouth. Then his cock pushed past the Ben-Wa balls as he fucked me roughly. I came in an instant, and I came hard, nearly passing out. Cal didn't stop. I took such a pounding that night. I came over and over again before he even came once. When he finally exploded in me, I was so spent I barely noticed. It wasn't until he stuffed his cum-coated cock into my mouth that I was positive he'd already cum.
I spent the day around the city, and was quite comfortable. I'd never done so much walking with Ben-Wa Balls inserted, and it was a very curious feeling. I have excellent muscle control, so I didn't have to work too hard, or concentrate too much on holding on to them. They had just enough wiggle and weight to keep me on edge and aroused all day.
Cal and I met for dinner, and while dining he questioned me as to whether I'd followed his instructions and still had his gifts inserted. He was very happy, and unsurprised that I still did, and that I hadn't yet cum. As if I wasn't already aroused enough, talking about it turned me on even more. Dinner was a long, drawn-out event, full of heavy German food. Any other time I probably would have been too tired to fuck after, but by the time we finished the meal I was completely aroused and couldn't wait to get his cock in me.
Once back in the room Cal made me strip for him and inspected my ass and cunt to make sure the plug and balls were still in place. He then instructed me to get on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed. The drapes were wide open, and all the lights in our room were on. The room face another tall building, and anyone looking out could clearly see what was going on in our room. Cal removed the butt plug with an audible pop, and shoved it in my mouth. Then his cock pushed past the Ben-Wa balls as he fucked me roughly. I came in an instant, and I came hard, nearly passing out. Cal didn't stop. I took such a pounding that night. I came over and over again before he even came once. When he finally exploded in me, I was so spent I barely noticed. It wasn't until he stuffed his cum-coated cock into my mouth that I was positive he'd already cum.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Cal and BG Go to Germany
Last week work was slow for me, and Cal had to fly to Germany for a few days for business, and asked me to meet him there. I happily obliged. He'd been seeing a girl who without explanation suddenly decided to go from a bareback relationship to condoms all the time, even for oral sex. After denying her any sex for several days because she wouldn't explain change of heart, she said she'd been unfaithful. She claimed she used condoms with the other guy, and felt guilty that she hadn't been using them with Cal. Her story made no sense, so Cal ended the relationship, and was tested. I'd warned him that she sounded like a drama queen when he first met her, and drama she was. Results came back clean.
Cal needed to fuck his anger out. My cunt was thankful for the fucking it got. He arrived the day before me, and I was able to go directly to his hotel room. In the room there were instructions for me to be showered, have my pussy completely hairless if it wasn't already, put on lots of makeup - heavy on the mascara, insert the butt plug he'd left for me, and put on a mask and ear muffs he'd left for me, and lay on the bed and wait. I was to be ready by 2pm. I took a nice long bath, followed by a shower. I dried and styled my long hair, put my makeup on, oiled the buttplug and inserted it (God it felt good), put on the mask, and finally the ear muffs. The ear muffs completely deafened me. I tested the sound by turning the television on and turning the sound way up, and I couldn't hear a thing. I arranged the pillows behind me, and laid back to wait.
Time passed slowly. I believe I'd laid there for about 2 hours when I sensed the door had opened, because the temperature in the room changed just a bit. Since I was essentially blind and deaf, my other senses were heightened, and I felt small breezes as Cal moved about the room. Suddenly he was on top of me, my hands pinned above my head, his knees forcing my thighs apart, his cock thrust deep into me. He bit my nipples over and over. His bites were so rough he tore one of my nipples. The pain made me cum. My orgasm made Cal mad, and he bit me again. He drew my breast into his mouth and bit my flesh. Hard. I still have bruises from his teeth. I get wet when when I touch the bruises.
He flipped me over and fucked me from behind, his thrusts making him bump the plug filling my ass. Electric shocks went through me, and my next orgasm was building, but I held back. He leaned forward and bit my back, and told me he was going to fill my cunt because I was just a good little whore taking his abuse, not making him wear a disgusting condom. I begged him to fill me. I needed his cum in me. I looked over my shoulder at him, and begged him to cum.
Cal roared as he came. He pulled the plug from me and hit me in the face with it. I came hard, my pussy like a vise around his cock, milking every drop from him as we both collapsed on the bed.
Cal needed to fuck his anger out. My cunt was thankful for the fucking it got. He arrived the day before me, and I was able to go directly to his hotel room. In the room there were instructions for me to be showered, have my pussy completely hairless if it wasn't already, put on lots of makeup - heavy on the mascara, insert the butt plug he'd left for me, and put on a mask and ear muffs he'd left for me, and lay on the bed and wait. I was to be ready by 2pm. I took a nice long bath, followed by a shower. I dried and styled my long hair, put my makeup on, oiled the buttplug and inserted it (God it felt good), put on the mask, and finally the ear muffs. The ear muffs completely deafened me. I tested the sound by turning the television on and turning the sound way up, and I couldn't hear a thing. I arranged the pillows behind me, and laid back to wait.
Time passed slowly. I believe I'd laid there for about 2 hours when I sensed the door had opened, because the temperature in the room changed just a bit. Since I was essentially blind and deaf, my other senses were heightened, and I felt small breezes as Cal moved about the room. Suddenly he was on top of me, my hands pinned above my head, his knees forcing my thighs apart, his cock thrust deep into me. He bit my nipples over and over. His bites were so rough he tore one of my nipples. The pain made me cum. My orgasm made Cal mad, and he bit me again. He drew my breast into his mouth and bit my flesh. Hard. I still have bruises from his teeth. I get wet when when I touch the bruises.
He flipped me over and fucked me from behind, his thrusts making him bump the plug filling my ass. Electric shocks went through me, and my next orgasm was building, but I held back. He leaned forward and bit my back, and told me he was going to fill my cunt because I was just a good little whore taking his abuse, not making him wear a disgusting condom. I begged him to fill me. I needed his cum in me. I looked over my shoulder at him, and begged him to cum.
Cal roared as he came. He pulled the plug from me and hit me in the face with it. I came hard, my pussy like a vise around his cock, milking every drop from him as we both collapsed on the bed.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
formspring.me
Have you ever been to the superhero supply store in Brooklyn?
No, I gave up crime fighting for a life of debauchery. I am neither superhero nor villain.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
formspring.me
What's the point of having an "ask me anything" if every answer is a variation of "I won't tell you," "you're an idiot" or "go fuck yourself?"
Because for every one time I answer these questions that I've answered without an answer, there are 30 more of the same question in my inbox.
Because I've already answered a lot of these questions on my blog.
If you don't like my answers, no one's making you continue reading. You're free to click that little red dot in the upper left hand corner to exit my page.
Seriously, for every one question I answer here, there are 10 that I delete. I try to answer the questions that are most commonly asked, or are interesting to a broad audience. I cannot possibly answer every single one.
As for the "ask me anything" part: it's a default of the formspring.me system. I can't change it. You can ask me anything. But, I don't have to answer. As for everyone being idiots: most people are. It's a fact of life. I have no tolerance for bad spelling, poor grammar, or rudeness. Most of the questions I've been asked via formspring.me fall into one of more of those categories.
Could you show me where I said, "Go fuck yourself?" Please?
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