Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
are you still picking up partners on CL? do you ever get picked up on the street/ Starbuck's etc? do you ever do the picking up?
Ugh. CL sucks lately. It's always the same guys on there. I've written about Starbucks and other pickups.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Thank you, Metrodome
Mike thinks I'm just a cheating little whore and that M doesn't know anything about my escapades. Heh. Oh well. Whatever helps him get turned on works for me. I called him soon after M left and made plans to meet him for sushi for lunch. I don't know about you, but I find eating sushi really sexy. It feels so intimate. I've told Mike this before, and when I told him where to meet me I made a point of telling him that it's a favorite spot for me and M to eat. It really is, and I knew this would make Mike feel like we were really doing something wrong and sneaky.
Mike arrived a few minutes after me. I was already seated and had started on some sake. We chatted a bit, and then he revealed to me that he was nervous to be out with me in a place I visit with M, but that it really turned him on, too. With that I slipped my shoe off and rubbed my foot over his cock, which was already straining against his jeans. He started eating faster, but I took my time and enjoyed the meal. Sushi isn't anything to rush.
We walked the short distance back to my place when we were done, and I ssshhed and winked at the doorman when we came in.
In the elevator Mike said he loved how bold I am, and that I'm not afraid of getting caught. I assured him that the doormen get a very large holiday gift to ensure they remember how to keep secrets. Oh! the lies I tell! Inside, I led him to one of the large living room windows, which I'd opened since it was rather warm for a December day. Rain splashed in as I slid to my knees, unzipped him, and took his cock in my mouth. Just as his cock began to twitch I stood up and stripped. He took that as an invitiation to do the same, then bent me over and ate me from behind, my head pressed against the window. Before much longer I turned around and pushed him back. I rode that boy hard as he sucked my nipples, kissed me all over, and made me moan. He came hard and deep inside me, and I came seconds later. After his cock stopped pumping I sucked him clean, savoring the taste of my cunt mixed with his cum.
Friday, December 10, 2010
One more time!
M and I are still together, of course. Life is crazy, hence my inability to blog.
I did manage to (I think) figure out Twitter, so I'm going to try to be active on there at the very least. I had been locked out of my account for a violation on there, but seem to have worked it out with the powers that be, so I'm up, and soon to be running there.
I'll also try to answer as many questions as I can on Formspring.
See you soon!
BG
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
I'm not ready
Since bringing Miles into our life, the subject of breeding and pregnancy has been a heated topic for discussion. M and I rather like the idea of not being sure whether my child is his or not, yet knowing with certainty who would be the father if not M. The idea of breeding with Miles is very appealing. VERY. We've spent many nights in bed, the three of us, fucking and discussing it all at once. In the heat of the argument one evening, M threatened to remove the IUD himself.
The thought of being pregnant, my body swollen with child, my small breasts growing larger from the hormone surge and eventual milk... Oh God! Incredibly sexy.
But... a child. Giving up the life we live now. Will I feel less sexual? Will M (and Miles if he remains in the picture) still see me as the same sexual being I am now?
I really don't think I'm ready for that.
You're my hero. Why can't more girls be like you?
Believe me, it's better that more girls aren't like me. Most people are irresponsible, so you can only imagine that we'd be overrun by careless idiots.
Do you do dp? How about double vag or anal?
I've written about double penetration <a hred="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/double%20penetration">here</a>;. I love it. I've attempted double vaginal and anal, but haven't succeeded. Any tips?
Have you ever had someone pee/shit on you as a sexual fetish? If so How was it?
I've done watersports before. It's fun. Arousing with the right partner. Shit? Nasty.
Do you think that cats (housecats) and humans can peacefully co-exist?
No. I hate cats. I hate hair on my stuff. Litterboxes are disgusting. Blech.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Why do you bother answering the really inane questions?
If you think the ones I've answered are inane, you should see the ones I don't.
Do you think the stories about a guy drinking pineapple juice or such things really do affect the taste of semen?
Yes, they really do. Asparagus makes both pee stink and semen taste nasty. Pineapple does make semen sweeter.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Is the girl in the DP photo you? Ever had two cocks in your pussy at once? Or be double fisted?
No, it isn't.
Yes, I've been DPd. Looks like you haven't read my whole blog. Or even bothered checking the keywords.
So...
Honestly, I'm quite confused about it all. I never thought this would happen to me.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
penis size doesn't matter or what
or what. ;)
No, it doesn't really matter, as long as he knows how to use it.
I'm here! I'm here!
I'll have another post up in the next day or two. I promise I'm not disappearing again.
BG
Friday, March 26, 2010
Primal Urges (Part 2)
Miles picked me up off the floor and gently placed me on the bed. He kissed me with a hunger I've only known in M. His hands grabbed my body, kneading my flesh, molding me. I truly felt like putty in his hands. As he lay on top of me I could feel his cock pressed against my hip, burning my skin like a branding iron.
He bent his neck to suck my nipples. As his mouth engulfed me I let out a low, guttaral moan. I felt as if life were pouring out of me, into his mouth, giving him a greater energy. The only way I could have felt more like I was providing him life is if actual milk were coming out of my breasts.
He moved down to my stomach. "So flat. I want to make it round," he hissed. I groaned.
His tongue darted into me, spreading my cunt open. I could feel how wet I was. It was dampening the sheets beneath me. His tongue lapped my wettness. My hands on his head, nails digging into his scalp.
"I need to be inside you." I looked over to where M had been sitting and noticed he was gone. I don't know when he left. Part of me wasn't sure I wanted to be alone with Miles, but all of me knew I wanted him inside me as much as he needed to be. It was undeniable. Part of me felt that M should be there to witness this connection, and my heart wanted him there because Miles' connection with me was so close to M's connection with me, but M owns my heart as well. That's the best way I can explain it. My connection with Miles was so powerful I felt I needed to share it with M because I love him above all others.
Miles flipped me over, grabbed my hips to lift them into the air. My knees were bent and parted, I rose up onto my elbows and arched my back, pushing my ass as high up as I could. His cock entered me. I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I was on fire. I was full. It was if all of Miles was inside all of me. He filled my body.
I looked over my shoulder so I could take in all of him. His legs were outside of mine, feet planted on the bed, his knees close to my hips. His hands gripped my hips as his groin bounced off my ass. His cock pistoned in and out of me with a purpose. Miles' eyes were incredibly intense. Sweat poured off him. I realized I was weeping.
My head was somewhere else. Floating above us. It was as if I were watching from outside my body, and the scene I was seeing was incredible. An epiphany. Miles was fucking me with a purpose. We were both being satisfied. We had a reason for our union.
I was lost in my own place, yet extremely aware of Miles. I felt in my core that my place was to hold back my own orgasm until Miles reached his, yet I didn't feel like I was holding back. I was being pulled in every direction by a force I couldn't control.
Miles thrust into me, pushing deeper than he had been, and suddenly we were both exploding. If I felt completely full when he entered me, I was blossoming now. We moaned, then screamed. Harmonious, musical, lyrical cries of passion and release. Growth. Birth.
Life.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Primal Urges (Part 1)
Last night I had an experience that had such an effect on me that it kept me up most of the night thinking about it and replaying it over and over in my head. Other than M, I have never felt this kind of a connection to anyone.
M and I were out to dinner at a place we go to frequently for both dinner and drinks. It's one of those places that you see the same people there all the time. While we were eating, sitting at the bar I noticed a man I'd seen there many times before. Attractive, mid-30's, alone. He kept looking at me, making eye contact. I felt like he was looking into me in some way.
Before our coffee came I got up to go to the ladies room. When I came out the man from the bar was outside the door.
"I've seen you and your husband here before."
I don't usually feel the need to go into detail about our relationship, so I didn't explain that M isn't my husband. "Yes, we come here often."
"I've seen you leave with other men. You swing?"
Again, not wanting to explain, "Something like that." I felt compelled to answer him with as much honesty as I could provide in as little detail as possible. I could feel my body reacting to him. My nipples were hard and tingling. Had I been seated I would have been squirming.
"I need... to fuck you tonight."
I looked at him. His eyes were intense. Full of a need and desire I could read in the deepest recesses of my id. There was no need to question him. I understood.
He went on, "I could smell you from across the room. I smelled you when you came in. I've smelled you before. Your sex is strong. I've smelled you before. I've watched you and your husband before, enough that I know you understand." I did. I understood very well.
I told him we'd be ready to leave shortly and would meet him at the bar, then I went back to our table and told M what had happened, and how I felt. M looked to him at the bar and nodded. We paid the check, got up and left and he followed.
As the three of us walked, he spoke to M as if I were a commodity. "She's not on birth control?" His candidness should have shocked me, but it didn't.
"Non-hormonal IUD."
"Mmm. It doesn't interfere with her pheromones. Her scent is strong. I never would have guessed."
M wasn't disturbed by this conversation either. He knew he was one of us, just as well as I did. Even recalling last night's events now I feel myself aroused in such a completely different way than my usual "hook-up" turns me on.
We arrived at our apartment, introductions were made, M shook his hand, told him to take good care of me, and retired to our bedroom. I'll call my new friend "Miles."
I walked up the stairs to the playroom, Miles followed. I sat on the bed and silently watched as he undressed. His cock was already erect, and I had to resist the urge to kiss it. I knew it wasn't my place to act on my urges this time. He came to me, told me to stand up, and quickly removed all of my clothes. He told me to get M so he could inspect me in his presence. My knees were weak as I went down to our bedroom, and I was nearly in tears as I told M of Miles' request. I wasn't upset, but overcome with the emotion of the connection. M carried me up to Miles, hugged me, and told me I was safe, and everthing would be okay, and he loved me. He sat on one of the chairs in the room and watches as Miles proceeded to roughly inspect my breasts and pussy, fingering me, sniffing, tasting, pinching, pulling. He admired my hips and told M they were fit for birthing babies, then told M my breasts would look spectacular full of milk.
I was dizzy with desire, and sank to my knees.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Older Again
When I arrived he pulled me into a small bedroom with a double bed and pushed me down onto it. He lifted my skirt and pulled my panties aside and attacked my cunt with a hunger. His eagerness was a complete turn-on for me. I reached down and rubbed my clit as he ate me to orgasm.
While I was still cumming, he got up on his knees behind me, pulled my by my hips, and plunged his cock into my. Holy fuck it felt fantastic. His thick cock filled me wonderfully, and his urgent thrusts excited me. My clit was being pounded by his pendulous balls each time he thrust into me. His hands were under my shirt, fingers digging into my tits.
Suddenly he was grunting and I felt his cum errupt into my hole. I came hard, milking his cock as he collapsed on top of me.
I cleaned up and got my clothes in order. He apologized for the urgency, and for not having time again to fist me, but I assured him I enjoyed it, and looked forward to seeing him again.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Neil
There was no hesitation between either of us when he arrived. He immediately pushed me down, took his cock out, and stuffed it in my mouth. I sucked hungrily as I gagged on it. While I sucked he finally got his pants off, allowing my fingers to claw at his ass, eventually slipping one into his asshole. I sucked and licked his balls as he pulled my hair and slapped his cock over my face. My face was buried behind his balls as I bit and devoured him. One of my hands was buried in my panties, furiously rubing my clit and stuffing my cunt.
BEfore I knew what was happening he'd shoved me to the floor, pulled my hips up to get my ass in the air, and shoved his cock deep into my asshole. The only lube was my spit from sucking him and I was completly mentally unprepared. It hurt but it hurt so fucking good. I let out a good long moan as he pounded away at me. When I got my bearings I was able to take my shirt off giving me access to my rock hard nipples. I pinched them long and hard as best I could while Neil slammed me from behind, calling me names and slapping my ass.
He let out an animalistic grunt as his cum filled my tight little shitter. I slapped my clit and exploded, a slick stream coating my thighs. We colapsed breathlessly on the floor, satisfied and filthy.
Friday, March 5, 2010
formspring.me
Hello, I'm new to your blog. I'm a girl who loves barebacking as well. The thing is I *really* worry about STDs so I find it difficult to do the bareback thing outside a relationship. How do you handle this?-Naive London Girl
This question has been sitting in my inbox for a while, and I've been trying to figure out how to best answer it, particularly since it's from another blogger that I love following.
*sigh* It's a tough one.
Believe me, I do really, truly, honestly worry about STDs. I do. The hate mail I get would make you think I'm out there spreading all kinds of cooties, but if all the hate mail I got were true, I'd be a rich, rich girl.
If you could ask any of my friends, they'd tell you I was almost psychic, or a mind reader. I wouldn't go that far, but I will admit, ok - brag, that I am an excellent judge of people. I can spot a liar from a mile away. So, I just flat out ask whether someone has anything I need to know about. I've told quite a few men that I didn't believe them when they told me they were clean, and walked away from them. If I've ever had any feeling at all that something was amiss, I go with it. Follow your gut instincts. I'd much rather miss out on an orgasm than miss out on life. Don't be afraid to change your mind at any point, even mid-nakedness.
Even though I don't post every single detail here, I do try to talk to my partners enough to get a good feel for them. This helps me weed out the liars. They're out there. Trust no one but yourself.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
formspring.me
Have you ever in your life barebacked with with someone other than M without any contraception invovled?
I have, but it was years ago - in my teens. Absolutely irresponsible of me.
We miss you!
Thanks! I've missed writing, but I'm back!
I recently read going back through your blog, that M was your first, have you been with him since then; or have you gone and come back to him?
We've known each other all our lives, and first had sex in our early teens. We continued it on a fairly regular basis, but dated others until I was in college. We've been officially together since.
will you please post photos from time to time? It need not show your face. Thanks!
Sorry, it's not a risk we'd like to take. Not that either of us are ever nude in our professional lives, but it's just not a chance we want to take that somehow someone may recognize us in any way at all.
Vacation
Since we were traveling in a foreign, exotic land, neither of us ventured to have a
taste of the natives. We just think it's a little too risky in some populations to go local. Instead we had three weeks of amazing, intense, raw sex with each other. Just M and I. It was nice. There wasn't a day we didn't fuck at least 3 times... in our room, on the beach (which I'm not usually a fan of - who needs sand all up in your business?), in the rain forest. I've only been back for a few days and don't have any new stories to tell, either. But, I'll be seeing a friend later today. ;)
BG
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
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
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
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?
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
formspring.me
What was your first time like with a guy? With a girl? And of course, first time anal (which I don't see on the site as yet)?Lastly, what are your measurements?
None of your business. None of your business. None of your business. Lastly, definitely none of your business. Get real. The picture to the left is me. Enjoy.
As I answered to a previous question, I will not do request blogs, and your first three questions fall under that umbrella.
I got my girlfriend to cuckold me and I absolutely love it. However, she won't fuck other guys without a condom. She is worried about catching something. I'd like to change her mind. Any advice for me on how we can have bareback fun yet also be safe?
I'm not here to change anyone's mind about bareback sex. If she chooses not to, I don't advise you to try to change her mind. It's not a "we" that will be having bareback fun, it's her. I don't advocate anyone taking any risk they don't want to take.
Monday, January 18, 2010
formspring.me
Let's just say hypothetically one of you gets sick and inevitently gives it to the other. Would you check who was patient zero ie. who didn't screen their partners or just had plain bad luck. Just a random thought.
You truly need to become familiar with the concepts of spell-check, the rules grammar, and punctuation.
The odds that both of us got sick at the same time are probably pretty slim, so we'd know who got it first, if we both even got an STD.
Even though it wasn't asked, should either of us ever get an STD we would both cease living the way we do right now, and would inform as many partners as we could of our issue.
Have you ever dealt with jealousy? Are there any times you've felt jealous of anyone involved with M? Or vice versa?
We've both been jealous of others. Any relationship that causes a problem with our relationship ends.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
formspring.me
Do you consider yourself polyamorous?
Not really. Although both M and I have regular other partners, there's no regularity to the relationships, no arranged or set pattern to when we see them. Neither does either of us have anywhere close to the same feelings for others as we do for one another.
While for some the relationship that M and I have could and would be considered polyamory, we both feel that *for us* polyamory means you care for and treat all partners equally. Although M and I are not married, we've been together for a very long time, and many people just assume we are. Neither of us has that type of relationship with anyone else.
In your open relations with M, is there such a thing as "cheating"? -Amy
Absolutely. M and I are completely, 100% open and honest about each and every one of our sexual encounters. Who, what, where, how... all of it is out in the open. In detail. If either of us have ever disapproved of the others' choice of partner for any reason, we respect the other and don't carry on with that partner. The same goes for specific acts, whether it's a 100% blanket disapproval of certain acts, or a disapproval of a particular act with a particular partner.
If either of us ever hid a relationship or an encounter from the other, we'd consider it cheating and an absolute breach of the trust a relationship like this takes to work.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Baiting Craislist
Curiously, I've gotten a lot of hits on my blog from the same IP address that this gentleman's email comes from.
Does anyone out there really think I'm that gullible?
formspring.me
have you ever been gang banged? if so will you please post a highly detailed blog about it?
I'm not sure if the continued questions asking about specific things followed by "please post a highly detailed blog about it" are from the same person or not, but I will not blog by request. Sorry. That's not what this blog is about.
What is the perfect length/girth for you?
Has a woman ever actually measured your cock to even check your length and girth?
Seriously, boys, only you care about the size of a cock. Unless you're dropping your shorts and you're hung like a flea, we women don't really care about the size of your cock.
formspring.me
Do you and how often do you go for bikini waxing?
I get waxed every 4 to 6 weeks, and trim up in between on my own.
Do you ever go to swinger parties or orgies?
No.
would you stop swinging if M asked you to?
Yes, absolutely.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
formspring.me
How old are you and how old is M? Also, do you work or do we just not get to read about it.
My age is right there at the top of the blog. M is a few years older than me.
Yes, I work. This blog isn't about my work.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
formspring.me
How many sexual partners have you had? How many have spermed in your pussy? Who are your favourite lovers?
I've probably had in the neighborhood of two- to four hundred partners. I don't keep track of that, nor do I keep track of how many have "spermed in my pussy."
M is and will always be my favorite.
Monday, January 11, 2010
formspring.me
Any tips and pointers for someone looking to start responding to CL casual encounters ads? How to stay safe and still have fun?
Honestly, I just seem to have good intuition when it comes to CL ads. Of course, I have a quirky little set of rules as well.
First, I start with the titles:
1. I don't even open any ads that have titles written all in caps.
2. No ads that mention kitty, roses, skiing, snow, $, $ in place of an S in any word, bunny, party, roll, or 420. There are others, but those are off the top of my head.
3. Bad spelling, cutesy spelling, numbers instead of words and text-speak get passed right by. If your ad says, "Needs sum1 2 relate 2" sorry, I'm definitely not her. Yes, spelling counts with me.
Once I do find an ad who's title is enough to make me open it, the worthiness is scrutinized again.
I pass ads by if:
1. it's a one liner.
2. there's a pic and it's one I've seen in 400 other ads over the years.
3. you demand "no picture, no reply" or "must include phone number for response."
I like an ad that says something to me. If the writer took their time to write something intelligent and intriguing, then they're looking to spend their time in a worthwhile way, and not just placing an ad in hopes that they'll get pictures of naked women emailed to them.
When I respond I keep it short and sweet. Two or three sentences: I respond in a manner that shows I actually read the ad, I provide the information the ad requested, and I say something about myself. If the email exchange goes well, I get a good feel for the person, it moves to the next level. This is RARE.
The only time most of these rules go out the window is if I'm looking for phone sex on CL. Another rarity. Spelling still does count, and turn that cap lock off. I also like to exchange a few emails before I'll call someone for a hot phone fuck, just to make sure there's a brain in there. And, if I get on the phone with you and you whisper, sound like you're reading from a script, or say nothing, I'm hanging up.
As for being safe: meet in a public place and spend some quality time chatting before you decide to fuck them. Does this ensure that you're not going home with Ted Bundy or Aileen Wuornos? Of course not, but I believe it lessens the chance of that. I also tell someone (usually M or Keith) where I'm going when I go on a CL meet.
Ad for men reading the W4M ads, at least on Craigslist in NYC, don't bother. 95% of them are fakes. I can't speak for other cities.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
A Visit With Cal
I arrived at my hotel while he was still at work. The hotel had an in-house spa, so I decided to take advantage and had a ginger rub massage while I waited. Completely relaxed and refreshed a few hours later, I curled up on the bed and fell asleep for a nap before Cal arrived.
Cal let himself in (I'd left a key card at the desk for him) and whispered to me to stay right where I was while he took a quick shower. Always one to follow his orders, I anxiously waited, curled up nude in the middle of the king size bed. Moments later he quietly came out of the bathroom. I could feel his heat as he curled up behind me and took me in his arms, caressing me gently. I relaxed further and melted into him. As I was about to fall back to sleep as he touched me softly, his mood and actions changed to the agressive Cal I adore.
One hand closed around my throat as the other roughly spread my cunt. His cock violated me as he twisted my clit. My breathing was restricted and I began to feel dizzy as he abused my hole with his cock. I didn't know whether the dizziness was due to lack of oxygen, or the lust that completely overcame me. I wanted more. He was hurting me, but it wasn't enough. I clawed at his hand around my throat and drew blood. This garnered a stinging slap to the tits. I clawed again, this time at his face. Another slap to the tits, harder this time. I reached back and clawed at any flesh I could find, digging my nails in and raking them over his smooth skin. His fingers squeezed by left breast so hard I have a lovely purple bruise four days later, growing darker still.
His hand let go of my throat because I began to go limp, my face pale. Had my lipstick not covered them, Cal said he feared my lips weren't far from being blue. I drew in a breath as he renewed his vigorous fucking. We moved so that I was on my knees, one of his hands in my hair, the other stretching my asshole. Reaching back beneath me, I slapped his balls as hard as I could. In response he spit on my asshole and added a fourth finger to my burning hole, soon followed by his thumb, then his entire fist filled me.
I came hard. A moment later his cock exploded in me. I could feel him pumping, pulsing, his veiny cock throbbing. Quickly he flipped me over and stuffed his cock in my mouth, which I eagerly sucked clean.