Are men with no pubes the only ones you want to play with?
I never said that.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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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!
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