<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303</id><updated>2012-01-19T10:20:33.289-05:00</updated><category term='breeder'/><category term='primal'/><category term='public sex'/><category term='squirting'/><category term='FAQ'/><category term='Blake'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='anal'/><category term='Miles'/><category term='breeding'/><category term='fisting'/><category term='lesbian sex'/><category term='Cal'/><category term='double penetration'/><category term='anonymous fuck'/><category term='bullshit'/><category term='Kevin'/><category term='Keith'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='risk'/><category term='instant messaging'/><category term='submission'/><category term='facial'/><category term='Tim'/><category term='toys'/><category term='Missy and Neil'/><category term='disappointment'/><category term='M'/><category term='masturbation'/><category term='Mommy'/><category term='sex'/><category term='bisexuality'/><category term='threesome'/><category term='CL'/><category term='roleplay'/><category term='spanking'/><category term='Dan'/><category term='oral'/><category term='laptop boy'/><category term='insatiable'/><category term='urges'/><category term='random vacation fuck'/><category term='Melissa'/><category term='bareback'/><title type='text'>Bareback Grrl</title><subtitle type='html'>Adventures in (Straight...ish) Barebacking</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-2669322139347543258</id><published>2011-01-14T09:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:41:42.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><title type='text'>Coffee With Melissa</title><content type='html'>It had been a while since I saw &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Melissa"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;. Against my better judgment, about a year ago we did some business together, and it panned out as poorly as I expected. Melissa didn't speak to me for months about it. Despite that, I missed her terribly. We had a long, and wonderful history together, and I didn't want to lost that over a bad business decision. I called her and told her this, and how much having her out of my life hurt. I missed her friendship and everything we shared, and honestly, Readers, the sexual part of our friendship was just a bonus. She was open to meeting for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervously, I entered the coffee shop. I was early because I didn't want to risk being late and have her think I wasn't coming. My nerves were on fire like I was going on a first date. She was one of my best friends, and I was scared she was really just using the opportunity to confront me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was already there when I walked in. Same table we'd shared many times. She looked beautiful. I smiled and walked towards here, tears in my eyes. She stood up and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/572/BC6E7828-78D8-41BA-8150-E261D4E20E50/42-17017290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/572/BC6E7828-78D8-41BA-8150-E261D4E20E50/42-17017290.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wrapped her arms around me and whispered, "I missed you. I'm sorry." I hugged her harder, and kissed her, and tears ran down both our faces. Conversation came easily, just like it always had, and we were both laughing soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After overstaying our welcome, we went outside to say our goodbyes, and it was obvious neither of us wanted to leave the other. My place being closer, we made our way home, holding hands all the way there. She looked as beautiful as ever, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Admittedly, I wanted my hands, lips, and tongue all over her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving here I took her coat and left her to go freshen up, then I did as well after pouring us both a glass of wine. There was good tension. Excitement. We were both humming with intentions. We sat and talked about our lost months for a while, and hands went from holding each others to wandering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited. &lt;br /&gt;Turned on. &lt;br /&gt;We kissed.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lesmedia/4309475327/" title="Joss Stone Lesbian Kiss by LesMedia, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4309475327_43a1dd79f1_m.jpg" width="240" height="189" alt="Joss Stone Lesbian Kiss" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed slowly, mouths opening cautiously, exploring gently. She tasted wonderful. I wanted more. Hands wandered and found their way under our clothes. Clothes came off. Somehow we made our way upstairs and fell into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we did came so naturally. Our bodies moving together as we pinched, pulled, rubbed, caressed all the right places. Her breasts fit my hands perfecly, her nipples clamped between my fingers. I kissed her and wanted to be inside her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cunts were grinding together, clit on clit. It was like an out of body experience. The high I felt from the pleasure was intense, and I couldn't stop myself. I was sucking her feet, licking her toes, wanting more and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/TTCYjeZCSmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rUXgw-OZegQ/s1600/1239568534810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/TTCYjeZCSmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rUXgw-OZegQ/s200/1239568534810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562113275023477346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us could stop. We ate each others' cunts, assholes, sucked our nipples raw. We laughed and cried. We moaned with pleasure and ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be happier that I made that phone call. Melissa has been one of my closest friends for years, and I don't see her not being a part of my life for a very long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-2669322139347543258?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2669322139347543258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=2669322139347543258' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2669322139347543258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2669322139347543258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/coffee-with-melissa.html' title='Coffee With Melissa'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4309475327_43a1dd79f1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4298481915369272501</id><published>2011-01-09T10:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:43:15.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat?</title><content type='html'>At risk of getting pissed off after a blissful night, I'm available on Yahoo! chat right now (10:45am EST):  Bareback_grrl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come say hi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4298481915369272501?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4298481915369272501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4298481915369272501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4298481915369272501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4298481915369272501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/chat.html' title='Chat?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3689068605565301249</id><published>2011-01-07T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:34:18.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How often do you have sex in a typical week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Depends on the week. Sometimes 3 or 4, sometimes 10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3689068605565301249?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3689068605565301249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3689068605565301249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3689068605565301249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3689068605565301249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-often-do-you-have-sex-in-typical.html' title='How often do you have sex in a typical week?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6536670304850083684</id><published>2011-01-07T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:33:43.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do for a living?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;That's something I choose not to make public information. I prefer to keep my sex life and business life quite separate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6536670304850083684?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6536670304850083684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6536670304850083684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6536670304850083684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6536670304850083684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-do-you-do-for-living.html' title='What do you do for a living?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4546416171402527148</id><published>2011-01-07T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:06:01.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><title type='text'>Stupid Cunt</title><content type='html'>Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the stupidity, and I am completely annoyed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M met a woman a few weeks ago. He was vaguely interested in her, but she was a bit over-eager. The more I found out about her, the less I liked her, but she was from out of town, a place where M never travels, so paths were rarely going to cross anyway. Suddenly she decided she was taking a vacation and visiting relatives in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allll kinds of alarms went off in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told M I felt like it was a bad idea to get together with her, but I wasn't asking him not to see her. At her insistence they made plans. And then the shitstorm exploded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been keeping an eye on her twitter (No, I don't follow her. I'm not that dumb.) and every other tweet was about getting her fuck on. She was about as subtle as a bullhorn. Something about her just sat all kinds of wrong in my head, and I asked M to call it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rare that either of us forbids a tryst, but I always trust my gut. There was something not right with this chick. M told her today the meet was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went ballistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him she was only coming here because of him. She bought her tickets based on their meeting. She couldn't really afford the hotel she was staying in and had been planning to ask him for half. Klassy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she's blowing up his cell phone and email bring a complete cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking psycho hosebeast. Which was it, you dumb cunt? Were you coming here and fucking M while you were here, or were you coming here only to fuck M? Either way, you're a dumb cunt with no class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When communicating with a snake, always remember that no truth can roll off his forked tongue." -&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/smitefulsinner"&gt;Smiteful Sinner, via Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4546416171402527148?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4546416171402527148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4546416171402527148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4546416171402527148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4546416171402527148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/stupid-cunt.html' title='Stupid Cunt'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-806288648135907277</id><published>2011-01-06T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:34:45.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith'/><title type='text'>Holy Shit That Was Good</title><content type='html'>Holy shit. Holy fuck. My friend &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Keith"&gt;Keith&lt;/a&gt; called about 2 hours ago and asked if I was home alone. I told him I was, so he came by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in and immediately told me to take his cock out and suck it. You don't have to ask me twice. I started slobbering all over his cock, biting and squeezing it, as he pulled my top off. He pulled me up and slapped my tits, then twisted and tugged my nipples. Before I could even enjoy the tit-slapping he was giving me, he flipped me around, pushed me over the coffee table, and slammed his cock, slick with my spit, into my asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god it was glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mercilessly pounded me as I cried out in shock and pleasure. I relaxed and enjoyed the reaming he was giving me, riding his thrusts, reaching down and rubbing my cunt. Keith reached forward and grabbed my tits, milking them to the floor. Oh fuck it felt so good to have his hands wrapped around my tits that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a grunt and a thrust he filled my shithole with cum, and I came harder than I've cum in a long while. I popped off, panting and sweating, his cum oozing out of me, and turned to suck his cock clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-806288648135907277?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/806288648135907277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=806288648135907277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/806288648135907277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/806288648135907277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/holy-shit-that-was-good.html' title='Holy Shit That Was Good'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8088642394462142024</id><published>2011-01-05T21:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:30:10.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How many guys have you fucked in your life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No idea. I've never counted and have no desire to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8088642394462142024?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8088642394462142024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8088642394462142024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8088642394462142024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8088642394462142024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-many-guys-have-you-fucked-in-your.html' title='How many guys have you fucked in your life?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3329245899605200680</id><published>2011-01-02T16:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:13:31.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever happened to the guy you picked up at starbucks? Have you seen him again more recently? I ask because I found those stories to be some of your hottest adventures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I do still see him, and saw him this morning as a matter of fact. I'll write about him again soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3329245899605200680?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3329245899605200680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3329245899605200680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3329245899605200680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3329245899605200680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-ever-happened-to-guy-you-picked-up.html' title='What ever happened to the guy you picked up at starbucks? Have you seen him again more recently? I ask because I found those stories to be some of your hottest adventures.'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8410943312552179041</id><published>2011-01-02T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:07:41.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration Fuck</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I was bored and horny, and I browsed CL casual encounters for some inspiration. The usual dreck was there. The same tired ads, the same pictures, the same losers. For some reason I decided to check the misc ads. Most there are looking for things a bit more committed than I'm usually browsing for, but as luck would have it that day, someone else was in the same state of mind as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the ad word for word, and it's no longer online, but the gist of it was an afternoon of decadent titty torture and fucking to celebrate his divorce and clean STD test after catching his wife cheating on him. I responded that I was interested, and one of my conditions of participation was no condoms. He asked if I also had recent test results to share, and I did, so plans were made after several emails and a brief phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shower I brought myself to orgasm easily. I was excited to meet a new cock, especially one experiencing new-found freedom. I dressed quickly, called a cab, and was on my way. He was the only customer at the designated bar, and told me he felt like he was doing something dirty. He was! Meeting a strange woman for sex in middle of the day. For shame! (Never.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single drink was had by each of us, and we left to the place he was staying. His nerves were obvious, so I made things easy by going right to the bed and getting undressed. Then I opened his pants, grabbed his rock hard cock, and made it clear I was there to get fucked exactly as he described in his ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat in the center of the bed, and I sat between his spread legs, my back on his chest. He took my breasts in his hands and began to maul them as I masturbated my cunt. The more he hurt me, the wetter and more turned on I became. His precum oozed onto my lower back. I felt him throbbing and told him I was ready to get fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed me forward onto my hands and knees and easily slid his averaged sized cock into my hole. He balls were already tight and ready to blow when I reached back to grab them. With just a few thrusts he unloaded in me, bringing my orgasm immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lay together for a few minutes to catch our breath, then I got up, dressed and left to hail a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://k53.pbase.com/o4/45/561745/1/53383320.NYCPbaseicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 900px; height: 557px;" src="http://k53.pbase.com/o4/45/561745/1/53383320.NYCPbaseicon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8410943312552179041?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8410943312552179041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8410943312552179041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8410943312552179041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8410943312552179041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/celebration-fuck.html' title='Celebration Fuck'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4409581337126990967</id><published>2010-12-17T21:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:32:14.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever tried fisting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/fisting" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" class="nofollow"&gt;http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/fisting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4409581337126990967?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4409581337126990967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4409581337126990967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4409581337126990967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4409581337126990967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-you-ever-tried-fisting.html' title='have you ever tried fisting?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1479317864616386431</id><published>2010-12-16T21:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:06:04.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>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?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Ugh. CL sucks lately. It's always the same guys on there. I've written about Starbucks and other pickups.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1479317864616386431?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1479317864616386431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1479317864616386431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1479317864616386431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1479317864616386431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-still-picking-up-partners-on-cl.html' title='are you still picking up partners on CL?&#xA;&#xA;do you ever get picked up on the street/ Starbuck&amp;#39;s etc?&#xA;&#xA;do you ever do the picking up?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3563391205028563608</id><published>2010-12-13T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:10:46.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?  LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Ever heard of birth control? LOL :-/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3563391205028563608?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3563391205028563608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3563391205028563608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3563391205028563608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3563391205028563608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/12/aren-you-afraid-of-getting-pregnant-lol.html' title='aren&amp;#39;t you afraid of getting pregnant?  LOL'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4311340379624772796</id><published>2010-12-13T09:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:05:33.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Thank you, Metrodome</title><content type='html'>Since the Giants game didn't happen yesterday I knew I could have my pick of friends with nothing to do to choose from. I ended up calling Mike, a 25 year old guy that lives about 15 minutes from us. M left for out of town worn in the morning, and I couldn't wait to have a bare cock in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cpk8o_Z1z3A/Sroft8o-NlI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QQ99ob6D-KM/s400/ssshhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cpk8o_Z1z3A/Sroft8o-NlI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QQ99ob6D-KM/s400/ssshhh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4311340379624772796?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4311340379624772796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4311340379624772796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4311340379624772796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4311340379624772796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-metrodome.html' title='Thank you, Metrodome'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cpk8o_Z1z3A/Sroft8o-NlI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QQ99ob6D-KM/s72-c/ssshhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8719386530087975605</id><published>2010-12-10T07:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T07:45:00.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more time!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I"m back... again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M and I are still together, of course. Life is crazy, hence my inability to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to (I think) figure out &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/BarebackGrrl/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also try to answer as many questions as I can on Formspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8719386530087975605?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8719386530087975605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8719386530087975605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8719386530087975605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8719386530087975605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-more-time.html' title='One more time!'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6337428817486461936</id><published>2010-05-04T20:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:56:00.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breeder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>I'm not ready</title><content type='html'>M and I have talked on and off about having children.  We both want them, some days very desperately right now, and other days it's a vague idea for sometime in the future.  We obviously very much like the idea of breeding, but we're not really ready for the result.  For this reason I've had an IUD for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think I'm ready for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6337428817486461936?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6337428817486461936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6337428817486461936' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6337428817486461936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6337428817486461936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-ready.html' title='I&apos;m not ready'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-2946437454592325226</id><published>2010-05-04T15:16:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:38:25.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do you enjoy anal? if so, can you cum from it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/anal"&gt;Yes&lt;/a&gt;, and yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-2946437454592325226?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2946437454592325226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=2946437454592325226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2946437454592325226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2946437454592325226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-enjoy-anal-if-so-can-you-cum.html' title='do you enjoy anal? if so, can you cum from it?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-2604612021961965760</id><published>2010-05-04T15:16:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:16:51.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my hero. Why can't more girls be like you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-2604612021961965760?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2604612021961965760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=2604612021961965760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2604612021961965760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2604612021961965760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-my-hero-why-can-more-girls-be-like.html' title='You&amp;#39;re my hero. Why can&amp;#39;t more girls be like you?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1396183754369458663</id><published>2010-05-04T15:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:16:43.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to have kids anytime?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes.  Eventually.  There will be a post about this later today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1396183754369458663?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1396183754369458663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1396183754369458663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1396183754369458663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1396183754369458663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-want-to-have-kids-anytime.html' title='Do you want to have kids anytime?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5609861998818461000</id><published>2010-05-04T15:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:16:36.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you do dp? How about double vag or anal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I've written about double penetration &amp;lt;a hred=&amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/double%20penetration&amp;quot;&amp;gt;here&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/double%20penetration&amp;quot;&amp;gt;here&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt&lt;/a&gt;;.  I love it.  I've attempted double vaginal and anal, but haven't succeeded.  Any tips?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5609861998818461000?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5609861998818461000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5609861998818461000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5609861998818461000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5609861998818461000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-do-dp-how-about-double-vag-or.html' title='Do you do dp? How about double vag or anal?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6618129699526664158</id><published>2010-05-04T15:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:16:19.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever had someone pee/shit on you as a sexual fetish?  If so How was it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I've done watersports before.  It's fun. Arousing with the right partner.  Shit?  Nasty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6618129699526664158?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6618129699526664158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6618129699526664158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6618129699526664158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6618129699526664158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-ever-had-someone-peeshit-on.html' title='Have you ever had someone pee/shit on you as a sexual fetish?  If so How was it?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6443022293277005313</id><published>2010-05-04T15:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:16:17.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think that cats (housecats) and humans can peacefully co-exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No.  I hate cats.  I hate hair on my stuff.  Litterboxes are disgusting.  Blech.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6443022293277005313?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6443022293277005313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6443022293277005313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6443022293277005313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6443022293277005313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-think-that-cats-housecats-and.html' title='Do you think that cats (housecats) and humans can peacefully co-exist?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3806902013902192868</id><published>2010-04-29T01:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:06:05.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you bother answering the really inane questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;If you think the ones I've answered are inane, you should see the ones I don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3806902013902192868?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3806902013902192868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3806902013902192868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3806902013902192868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3806902013902192868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-you-bother-answering-really.html' title='Why do you bother answering the really inane questions?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-612092321206102699</id><published>2010-04-29T01:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:05:38.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think the stories about a guy drinking pineapple juice or such things really do affect the taste of semen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes, they really do.  Asparagus makes both pee stink and semen taste nasty.  Pineapple does make semen sweeter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-612092321206102699?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/612092321206102699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=612092321206102699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/612092321206102699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/612092321206102699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-think-stories-about-guy-drinking.html' title='Do you think the stories about a guy drinking pineapple juice or such things really do affect the taste of semen?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-764339664930694471</id><published>2010-04-24T21:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:37:51.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>paper or plastic?

Mets or Yankees?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Canvas, Yankees, Rangers, Jets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-764339664930694471?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/764339664930694471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=764339664930694471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/764339664930694471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/764339664930694471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/paper-or-plastic-mets-or-yankees.html' title='paper or plastic?&#xA;&#xA;Mets or Yankees?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3902597751839596467</id><published>2010-04-24T21:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:37:51.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how long of your penis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;WHAT?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3902597751839596467?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3902597751839596467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3902597751839596467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3902597751839596467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3902597751839596467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-long-of-your-penis.html' title='how long of your penis'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6503740292486512383</id><published>2010-04-24T21:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:37:51.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How old are you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;You need to learn to read a bit better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6503740292486512383?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6503740292486512383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6503740292486512383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6503740292486512383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6503740292486512383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-old-are-you.html' title='How old are you'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1021867432647405208</id><published>2010-04-24T21:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:37:50.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you have any idea on how many partners you've had?   Just curious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Probably around 250.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1021867432647405208?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1021867432647405208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1021867432647405208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1021867432647405208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1021867432647405208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/would-you-have-any-idea-on-how-many.html' title='Would you have any idea on how many partners you&amp;#39;ve had?   Just curious.'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6029628596687644214</id><published>2010-04-24T21:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:37:50.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the girl in the DP photo you?  Ever had two cocks in your pussy at once?  Or be double fisted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No, it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been DPd. Looks like you haven't read my whole blog.  Or even bothered checking the keywords.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6029628596687644214?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6029628596687644214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6029628596687644214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6029628596687644214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6029628596687644214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-girl-in-dp-photo-you-ever-had-two.html' title='Is the girl in the DP photo you?  Ever had two cocks in your pussy at once?  Or be double fisted?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-7979653265532031522</id><published>2010-04-24T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:26:53.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I've been exclusively fucking M and Miles, and Miles has practically moved in with us.  He's here most nights.  This is probably the most sexually satisfied I've ever been with a man other than M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm quite confused about it all. I never thought this would happen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-7979653265532031522?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7979653265532031522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=7979653265532031522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/7979653265532031522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/7979653265532031522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-237364804212408196</id><published>2010-04-14T08:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:00:43.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do you like to suck cock?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-237364804212408196?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/237364804212408196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=237364804212408196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/237364804212408196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/237364804212408196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-like-to-suck-cock.html' title='do you like to suck cock?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-7559124154047972728</id><published>2010-04-14T08:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:00:43.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>penis size doesn't matter or what</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;or what. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't really matter, as long as he knows how to use it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-7559124154047972728?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7559124154047972728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=7559124154047972728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/7559124154047972728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/7559124154047972728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/penis-size-doesn-matter-or-what.html' title='penis size doesn&amp;#39;t matter or what'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4919250531305713082</id><published>2010-04-14T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:00:39.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>will you fuck me with a strapon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;You? No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4919250531305713082?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4919250531305713082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4919250531305713082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4919250531305713082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4919250531305713082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/will-you-fuck-me-with-strapon.html' title='will you fuck me with a strapon?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3489992119987947370</id><published>2010-04-14T07:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T07:58:02.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here! I'm here!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for the lack of updates. To say that things have been intense with Miles would be an understatement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have another post up in the next day or two.  I promise I'm not disappearing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.qpics.com/pics/double-penetration14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.qpics.com/pics/double-penetration14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3489992119987947370?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3489992119987947370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3489992119987947370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3489992119987947370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3489992119987947370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-here-im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here! I&apos;m here!'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5546795959601007099</id><published>2010-03-26T07:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:48:35.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breeder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urges'/><title type='text'>Primal Urges (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>(After writing this I feel like there's still more to say. The story is complete, yet incomplete.  I'm still deeply moved by what happened.  I feel like there's still so much more to say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moved down to my stomach.  "So flat.  I want to make it round," he hissed. I groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5546795959601007099?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5546795959601007099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5546795959601007099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5546795959601007099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5546795959601007099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/03/primal-urges-part-2.html' title='Primal Urges (Part 2)'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6215583350851072531</id><published>2010-03-24T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:43:47.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breeder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urges'/><title type='text'>Primal Urges (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>(I intended to write this as one entry, but it's been difficult.  I'll try to have the conclusion up in the next day or two.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've seen you and your husband here before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've seen you leave with other men.  You swing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need... to fuck you tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Non-hormonal IUD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm. It doesn't interfere with her pheromones.  Her scent is strong. I never would have guessed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dizzy with desire, and sank to my knees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6215583350851072531?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6215583350851072531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6215583350851072531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6215583350851072531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6215583350851072531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/03/primal-urges-part-1.html' title='Primal Urges (Part 1)'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8650220421664330642</id><published>2010-03-14T20:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:20:50.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><title type='text'>Older Again</title><content type='html'>The other morning, the &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/older-cl.html"&gt;older gentleman I met on CL&lt;/a&gt; back in December emailed me to see if I was free that afternoon, as he had a brief window of opportunity for us to meet.  Luckily I was free during the time he needed me to be available, and with a warning from him that it would be brief and satisfying, I hopped into a cab wearing a skirt per his request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8650220421664330642?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8650220421664330642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8650220421664330642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8650220421664330642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8650220421664330642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/03/older-again.html' title='Older Again'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5671442185912283903</id><published>2010-03-09T06:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T06:58:13.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy and Neil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal'/><title type='text'>Neil</title><content type='html'>The other day Neil, of &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Missy%20and%20Neil"&gt;Missy and Neil&lt;/a&gt;, came over alone.  M and I had seen them both once since our Christmas adventure, and it was in public, so there was no naked fun, but plenty of good sexual tension.  Neil called me and said he was craving some fun and Missy had been under the weather and gave him her blessing to see if I'd take care of him. What a good wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5671442185912283903?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5671442185912283903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5671442185912283903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5671442185912283903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5671442185912283903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/03/neil.html' title='Neil'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-2049270950435661002</id><published>2010-03-05T08:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T08:38:18.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Hello, I&amp;#039;m new to your blog.  I&amp;#039;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&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  It's a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-2049270950435661002?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2049270950435661002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=2049270950435661002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2049270950435661002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2049270950435661002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme_05.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1443208420541118653</id><published>2010-03-04T08:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:02:35.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever in your life barebacked with with someone other than M without any contraception invovled?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I have, but it was years ago - in my teens.  Absolutely irresponsible of me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;We miss you!&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Thanks! I've missed writing, but I'm back!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;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?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;will you please post photos from time to time? It need not show your face. Thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1443208420541118653?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1443208420541118653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1443208420541118653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1443208420541118653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1443208420541118653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5840850310695904430</id><published>2010-03-04T07:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:56:10.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Aaaahhh...  I'm sorry it's been so long.  We took a nice, long exotic vacation, and it's taken me some time to get back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were traveling in a foreign, exotic land, neither of us ventured to have a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/S4-t2FsWZII/AAAAAAAAAEA/4JiOECqaG84/s1600-h/vaca"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/S4-t2FsWZII/AAAAAAAAAEA/4JiOECqaG84/s200/vaca" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444761619266954370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5840850310695904430?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5840850310695904430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5840850310695904430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5840850310695904430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5840850310695904430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/S4-t2FsWZII/AAAAAAAAAEA/4JiOECqaG84/s72-c/vaca' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-7628889145592516073</id><published>2010-02-09T14:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:31:10.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Are men with no pubes the only ones you want to play with?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I never said that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-7628889145592516073?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7628889145592516073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=7628889145592516073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/7628889145592516073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/7628889145592516073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme_09.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1314317191013506555</id><published>2010-02-09T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:17:39.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;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.  &lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;...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&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Let me make this easy for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some reading for you to enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-clarification.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-clarification.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-baaaaaack.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-baaaaaack.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last question here should be particularly of interest to you: &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/09/q.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/09/q.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1314317191013506555?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1314317191013506555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1314317191013506555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1314317191013506555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1314317191013506555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8009018936344930061</id><published>2010-02-09T07:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:05:14.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Jungleland</title><content type='html'>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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, groom that shit!  You too, boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8009018936344930061?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8009018936344930061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8009018936344930061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8009018936344930061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8009018936344930061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/02/jungleland.html' title='Jungleland'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-350752979299477636</id><published>2010-01-23T07:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:58:27.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Sightseeing</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-350752979299477636?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/350752979299477636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=350752979299477636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/350752979299477636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/350752979299477636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/sightseeing.html' title='Sightseeing'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-2641058885759149675</id><published>2010-01-22T18:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:15:50.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cal'/><title type='text'>Cal and BG Go to Germany</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-2641058885759149675?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2641058885759149675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=2641058885759149675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2641058885759149675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2641058885759149675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/cal-and-bg-go-to-germany.html' title='Cal and BG Go to Germany'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6668587999422646353</id><published>2010-01-21T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:41:38.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been to the superhero supply store in Brooklyn?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No, I gave up crime fighting for a life of debauchery.  I am neither superhero nor villain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6668587999422646353?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6668587999422646353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6668587999422646353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6668587999422646353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6668587999422646353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_21.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4332004577631380060</id><published>2010-01-20T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:43:41.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;What&amp;#039;s the point of having an &amp;quot;ask me anything&amp;quot; if every answer is a variation of &amp;quot;I won&amp;#039;t tell you,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;you&amp;#039;re an idiot&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;go fuck yourself?&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Because for every one time I answer these questions that I&amp;#039;ve answered without an answer, there are 30 more of the same question in my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I&amp;#039;ve already answered a lot of these questions on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don&amp;#039;t like my answers, no one&amp;#039;s making you continue reading.  You&amp;#039;re free to click that little red dot in the upper left hand corner to exit my page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the &amp;quot;ask me anything&amp;quot; part: it&amp;#039;s a default of the formspring.me system.  I can&amp;#039;t change it.  You can ask me anything.  But, I don&amp;#039;t have to answer.  As for everyone being idiots: most people are.  It&amp;#039;s a fact of life.  I have no tolerance for bad spelling, poor grammar, or rudeness.  Most of the questions I&amp;#039;ve been asked via formspring.me fall into one of more of those categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you show me where I said, &amp;quot;Go fuck yourself?&amp;quot;  Please?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4332004577631380060?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4332004577631380060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4332004577631380060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4332004577631380060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4332004577631380060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_20.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-767494426383667195</id><published>2010-01-19T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:44:26.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;What was your first time like with a guy?  With a girl?  And of course, first time anal (which I don&amp;#039;t see on the site as yet)?Lastly, what are your measurements?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I answered to a &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_4369.html"&gt;previous question&lt;/a&gt;, I will not do request blogs, and your first three questions fall under that umbrella.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;I got my girlfriend to cuckold me and I absolutely love it. However, she won&amp;#039;t fuck other guys without a condom. She is worried about catching something. I&amp;#039;d like to change her mind. Any advice for me on how we can have bareback fun yet also be safe?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I&amp;#039;m not here to change anyone&amp;#039;s mind about bareback sex.  If she chooses not to, I don&amp;#039;t advise you to try to change her mind. It&amp;#039;s not a &amp;quot;we&amp;quot; that will be having bareback fun, it&amp;#039;s her.  I don&amp;#039;t advocate anyone taking any risk they don&amp;#039;t want to take.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-767494426383667195?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/767494426383667195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=767494426383667195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/767494426383667195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/767494426383667195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_19.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5527599320002262443</id><published>2010-01-18T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:43:18.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Let&amp;#039;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&amp;#039;t screen their partners or just had plain bad luck. Just a random thought. &lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;You truly need to become familiar with the concepts of spell-check, the rules grammar, and punctuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odds that both of us got sick at the same time are probably pretty slim, so we&amp;#039;d know who got it first, if we both even got an STD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it wasn&amp;#039;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.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever dealt with jealousy?  Are there any times you&amp;#039;ve felt jealous of anyone involved with M?  Or vice versa?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;We&amp;#039;ve both been jealous of others. Any relationship that causes a problem with our relationship ends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5527599320002262443?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5527599320002262443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5527599320002262443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5527599320002262443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5527599320002262443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_18.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4287230150508903484</id><published>2010-01-16T08:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:31:44.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Do you consider yourself polyamorous?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Not really.  Although both M and I have regular other partners, there&amp;#039;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&amp;#039;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.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;In your open relations with M, is there such a thing as &amp;quot;cheating&amp;quot;? -Amy&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;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&amp;#039; choice of partner for any reason, we respect the other and don&amp;#039;t carry on with that partner.  The same goes for specific acts, whether it&amp;#039;s a 100% blanket disapproval of certain acts, or a disapproval of a particular act with a particular partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If either of us ever hid a relationship or an encounter from the other, we&amp;#039;d consider it cheating and an absolute breach of the trust a relationship like this takes to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4287230150508903484?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4287230150508903484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4287230150508903484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4287230150508903484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4287230150508903484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_16.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3567018510062645553</id><published>2010-01-15T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:57:38.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><title type='text'>Baiting Craislist</title><content type='html'>I've noticed in my perusal of CL lately that there has been an upswing in ads for "raw" and "bareback" sex.  Interesting, hmmm?  I've emailed these ads from a few different email addresses, and the response is always from the same guy.  I wouldn't have even responded to this guy's ads at all normally because the ads are so poorly written, not to mention I rarely respond to ads purely asking for raw or bareback, but I was "intrigued" by this sudden flood of ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiously, I've gotten a lot of hits on my blog from the same IP address that this gentleman's email comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there really think I'm that gullible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3567018510062645553?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3567018510062645553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3567018510062645553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3567018510062645553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3567018510062645553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/baiting-craislist.html' title='Baiting Craislist'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-7886361825613782360</id><published>2010-01-15T07:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:47:36.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;have you ever been gang banged?  if so will you please post a highly detailed blog about it? &lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I&amp;#039;m not sure if the continued questions asking about specific things followed by &amp;quot;please post a highly detailed blog about it&amp;quot; are from the same person or not, but I will not blog by request.  Sorry.  That&amp;#039;s not what this blog is about.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;What is the perfect length/girth for you?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Has a woman ever actually measured your cock to even check your length and girth?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, boys, only you care about the size of a cock.  Unless you&amp;#039;re dropping your shorts and you&amp;#039;re hung like a flea, we women don&amp;#039;t really care about the size of your cock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-7886361825613782360?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7886361825613782360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=7886361825613782360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/7886361825613782360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/7886361825613782360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_4369.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3257716996385828443</id><published>2010-01-15T07:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:44:43.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Do you and how often do you go for bikini waxing?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I get waxed every 4 to 6 weeks, and trim up in between on my own.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Do you ever go to swinger parties or orgies?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;would you stop swinging if M asked you to?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes, absolutely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3257716996385828443?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3257716996385828443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3257716996385828443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3257716996385828443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3257716996385828443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_15.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5532436782655010740</id><published>2010-01-14T15:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:09:03.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;How often do you get tested?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Every 2 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5532436782655010740?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5532436782655010740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5532436782655010740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5532436782655010740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5532436782655010740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_4658.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-2206286944024177456</id><published>2010-01-14T06:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:53:35.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had any STDs?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-2206286944024177456?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2206286944024177456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=2206286944024177456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2206286944024177456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2206286944024177456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_6153.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8185083085926521390</id><published>2010-01-14T06:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:53:23.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;How old are you and how old is M? Also, do you work or do we just not get to read about it.&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;My age is right there at the top of the blog.  M is a few years older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I work.  This blog isn&amp;#039;t about my work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8185083085926521390?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8185083085926521390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8185083085926521390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8185083085926521390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8185083085926521390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_14.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8491891394631296427</id><published>2010-01-13T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:23:19.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;would you let a guy wear your panties?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Not my thing.  He can get his own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8491891394631296427?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8491891394631296427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8491891394631296427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8491891394631296427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8491891394631296427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_1446.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8726107658496981738</id><published>2010-01-13T19:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:22:24.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;How many sexual partners have you had? How many have spermed in your pussy? Who are your favourite lovers?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I&amp;#039;ve probably had in the neighborhood of two- to four hundred partners.  I don&amp;#039;t keep track of that, nor do I keep track of how many have &amp;quot;spermed in my pussy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is and will always be my favorite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8726107658496981738?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8726107658496981738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8726107658496981738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8726107658496981738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8726107658496981738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_13.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1523267904346054587</id><published>2010-01-11T08:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:53:42.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Any tips and pointers for someone looking to start responding to CL casual encounters ads? How to stay safe and still have fun?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I start with the titles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I don&amp;#039;t even open any ads that have titles written all in caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bad spelling, cutesy spelling, numbers instead of words and text-speak get passed right by. If your ad says, &amp;quot;Needs sum1 2 relate 2&amp;quot; sorry, I&amp;#039;m definitely not her. Yes, spelling counts with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I do find an ad who&amp;#039;s title is enough to make me open it, the worthiness is scrutinized again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass ads by if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it&amp;#039;s a one liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. there&amp;#039;s a pic and it&amp;#039;s one I&amp;#039;ve seen in 400 other ads over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. you demand &amp;quot;no picture, no reply&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;must include phone number for response.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like an ad that says something to me.  If the writer took their time to write something intelligent and intriguing, then they&amp;#039;re looking to spend their time in a worthwhile way, and not just placing an ad in hopes that they&amp;#039;ll get pictures of naked women emailed to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time most of these rules go out the window is if I&amp;#039;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&amp;#039;ll call someone for a hot phone fuck, just to make sure there&amp;#039;s a brain in there.  And, if I get on the phone with you and you whisper, sound like you&amp;#039;re reading from a script, or say nothing, I&amp;#039;m hanging up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&amp;#039;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&amp;#039;m going when I go on a CL meet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad for men reading the W4M ads, at least on Craigslist in NYC, don&amp;#039;t bother.  95% of them are fakes.  I can&amp;#039;t speak for other cities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1523267904346054587?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1523267904346054587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1523267904346054587' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1523267904346054587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1523267904346054587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_11.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1870800905976130969</id><published>2010-01-10T12:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:29:04.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><title type='text'>A Visit With Cal</title><content type='html'>Cal has been working in Washington DC.  We've seen each other a few times since he's been assigned there, and we've enjoyed each others' company as always.  It had been a few weeks since I saw him, and I was craving him.  On Wednesday, I decided to take a drive down to DC to visit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1870800905976130969?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1870800905976130969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1870800905976130969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1870800905976130969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1870800905976130969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/visit-from-cal.html' title='A Visit With Cal'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8313366530128515147</id><published>2010-01-09T20:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:47:29.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions?</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of moving to &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;.  Any opinions?  Any tips for moving my archives there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8313366530128515147?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8313366530128515147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8313366530128515147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8313366530128515147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8313366530128515147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/opinions.html' title='Opinions?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-252315328100892080</id><published>2009-12-31T06:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T06:49:25.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I've been dealing with insomnia on and off for the past few months.  This week it's been back again every night.  3:18am, without fail, my eyes are open.  This morning when my eyes were wide open I looked over and noticed M wasn't under the blankets, and in the light of the full moon, I could see his cock was semi-hard.  I couldn't help but reach over and stroke it.  He barely stirred as I wrapped my hand around him, but his cock responded instantly.  As soon as he was fully erect, I took him in my mouth and swirled my tongue around his head a few times, then bobbed my head up and down, his cock filling my mouth.  His hands were on my head as he barely woke up.  I heard a sigh of pleasure as his cock hit the back of my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting his erection to go to waste if he came quickly, I straddled him, his cock sinking into my wet cunt easily.  Slowly my hips moved in circles, his cock filling my fuckhole as I twisted my nipples.  3:24am, his cock is spurting, my own body responds with an intense orgasm.  Satisfied, I cuddle up to him, pull the covers over us, and sleep for a few more hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-252315328100892080?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/252315328100892080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=252315328100892080' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/252315328100892080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/252315328100892080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3097143353818577966</id><published>2009-12-30T08:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:30:23.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><title type='text'>I'm a Bad Blogger: A New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>I realize that my readers are down because I was away for so long.  While I was away, I also neglected to read many of the blogs I used to follow.  So, my New Year's Resolution is to read more blogs and comment on them.  In return, I hope to gain more readers who will also comment on my blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, and Happy Barebacking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3097143353818577966?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3097143353818577966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3097143353818577966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3097143353818577966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3097143353818577966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-bad-blogger-new-years-resolution.html' title='I&apos;m a Bad Blogger: A New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4610025216764741345</id><published>2009-12-29T19:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:12:17.449-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy and Neil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bisexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>On Christmas night, M and I had a couple, Neil and Missy, over for drinks.  Neil and I used to fuck before they were married, and Missy is aware of this.  Missy also knew that I'd been with women before, and in the years that we've known each other, we've become good friends, and she's asked me more and more questions about it, quite obviously curious.  Both M and I spoke to Neil over the last few months about Missy's curiosity, and encouraged him to plant a seed in her head about exploring her curiosity further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived about 7pm, and they both looked gorgeous.  I'd always thought Missy was attractive, but she was stunning Friday night.  I'm not sure whether it was the cold, or her excitement, but she was positively glowing.  I was dying to kiss her, and probably lingered a bit long when welcoming her into our home.  I did the same to Neil, too.  Several bottles of champagne were chilling in the fridge, and we didn't hesitate to open one.  Time flew, bottles were emptied, and things began to get silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champagne makes me very flirty, and I was flirting with everyone - Missy, Neil, and M.  The more Missy drank, the more she flirted right back at me.  M finally took some initiative, and kissed me, sliding his hand first under my shirt, then into my pants.  When he was done with me, I locked my eyes on Missy.  There was no denying she was turned on.  I kissed M, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out as I did.  As I slid to my knees and took his cock in my mouth, I kept my eyes on Missy.  Soon enough, Neil was kissing and fondling her, moving her closer to me and M as he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were practically on top of each other, writing, kissing, sucking.  I reached over and grabbed Missy and kissed her.  Hard.  She didn't resist.  I pulled her to me, and we kissed for a long while.  My hands explored her body, first over her clothes, then under.  Neil and M started to peel our clothes off, and she showed no resistance.  Both guys began to kiss both of us all over our bodies as they took their own clothes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four of us were naked on our sofa, hands and mouths everywhere.  I had my head buried between Missy's thighs when a cock pressed up against my asshole.  I pushed back gently, and knew as soon as it entered me that it was Neil.  His cock is much thicker than M's, and it felt so good.  As he thrust into me, I was pushed harder into Missy's cunt.  She tasted fantastic, and I loved having my face buried in her.  As the three of us enjoyed each other, M was stroking his cock inches from my face.  He was unsure how any advances on Missy would be received, so he didn't want to overstep any bounds beyond kissing her without Neil's permission.  M soon blasted right on my face and in my hair.  Not long after, Neil exploded in my asshole.  Missy came several times for me as I ate her cunt and asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we all recomposed ourselves there was a bit of expected awkwardness, but both Missy and Neil enjoyed themselves.  Missy said that they'd discussed the possibility of something like this happening before they came over, and she agreed as a Christmas gift to Neil that she would just relax and let herself enjoy it all, and she said she did and would do it again.  M and I can't wait for their next visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4610025216764741345?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4610025216764741345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4610025216764741345' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4610025216764741345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4610025216764741345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1041471232210604810</id><published>2009-12-22T19:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:42:20.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>M made it back from a business trip just before the snow that dumped on us over the weekend.  Needing some quality time together, we decided to stay in and enjoy the solitude that snow can bring.  We built a fire, got our bedroom nice and toasty, then opened the windows to enjoy the fresh winter air, and let anyone that could hear us as we spent all day wildly fucking each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't fucked like that in ages.  Slow, passionate lovemaking.  Primal, animalistic fucking.  We were both bruised and sore by late Sunday night... and it felt so fucking good.  I think my asshole is still gaping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1041471232210604810?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1041471232210604810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1041471232210604810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1041471232210604810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1041471232210604810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6477574749899122510</id><published>2009-12-15T06:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:33:02.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonymous fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><title type='text'>Wine Bar</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night M and I went out to a local bar.  We didn't go out with the intention of picking anyone up, but to get ourselves nicely buzzed so that we could come home and enjoy each other. While there M needed to step out for a few moments to take a call regarding work, leaving me alone at the bar.  As I sat there sipping my Merlot, I was approached by a cute guy.  He came over and started chatting with me, and offered to buy me a drink.  Just as my wine was served, M slipped back into his seat, where he pretended to not be with me as I continued to chat with the cutie.  Our flirting quickly became quite sexual as I touched him, and at one point took his hand and sucked his fingers.  It wasn't long before he asked me whether I wanted to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point I revealed that I was in fact there with M, who had been listening in on our conversation the entire time.  Cutie wasn't bothered by this at all.  He said it was a turn on to him and he said that he had actually approached me because I was &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored.html"&gt;wearing a wedding ring&lt;/a&gt;, yet appeared to be alone when he spotted me. M assured cutie that he'd enjoy watching us, that it wasn't a problem with him at all, but that he wasn't into any "gay stuff."  Not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us left and walked the few blocked back to our place.  We went up to the play room, where Cutie and I made out while M sat back and watched.  As we kissed we peeled each other's clothes off.  Once naked, Cutie made quick work of getting me on the bed and on my hands and knees.  He proceeded to eat my cunt and asshole.  I turned to look at M and saw that he had his cock out, stroking as he watched.  Cutie got up on his knees and moved closer to me, and oh-so-couthly asked if he could fuck my ass.  I told him I'd love it.  I was actually loving that condoms weren't even mentioned.   Just as he slammed into me, M got in front of me and shoved his cock in my mouth, spearing the back of my throat, making me gag.  Precum was already oozing from him.  Cutie was fucking me hard, I was grabbing my tits by the handful, digging my nails in.  Cutie moaned he was close to cumming and M told him not to pull out. Cutie exploded and I went crazy.  I came so hard, grabbing M's balls and twisting as I screamed.  M took my face and kissed me as Cutie pulled out of my ass and went into the bathroom to clean up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6477574749899122510?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6477574749899122510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6477574749899122510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6477574749899122510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6477574749899122510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/wine-bar.html' title='Wine Bar'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4937518561013577318</id><published>2009-12-11T07:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:40:57.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith'/><title type='text'>It's Never To Early</title><content type='html'>A little after 3am my cell phone rang.  It was Keith.  He was just getting off of work and wanted to get off.  M rolled over and asked what was going on as I was getting up, and I just told him Keith was on the way over.  M went right back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was getting out of the shower, Keith rang. My robe felt good all wrapped around me - it was so cold last night!  He came in and asked if I had any beer because he really needed to relax because it had been a long, rough shift at work.  While I went to get it, he got comfortable on the sofa.  He sat back, and drained half the bottle, and I got down on my knees and took his cock out and started sucking.  His cock and balls had the sweaty scent and taste of a long day, and I sucked it down like a good little whore. He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling fistfuls of it close to the scalp.  His balls got tight and I pinched the base of his cock hard to hold him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he pulled his cock out of his mouth and smacked me with it.  He whipped me around and pushed me forward, my face smashed on the coffee table, and he drilled his cock deep into my cunt.  Over and over again, with a sense of urgency.  I reached back and grabbed his balls, still high and tight.  They were too tight to rub on my clit.  I knew it wouldn't be long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few thrusts later his hot cum spurted inside me, and I came hard, screaming so loud M told me when I went back to bed that I woke him up.  I sucked Keith's cock clean, and sent him home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4937518561013577318?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4937518561013577318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4937518561013577318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4937518561013577318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4937518561013577318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-never-to-early.html' title='It&apos;s Never To Early'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5876927275032344784</id><published>2009-12-09T06:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:16:28.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instant messaging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>Another clarification...</title><content type='html'>As I've stated here before, perhaps not clearly enough, I am not here looking for offers for sexual meetings. I will not now, nor will I ever say yes to these advances. This includes offers for cyber sex, phone sex, virtual sex, imaginary sex, real sex, fake sex, cam sex, and anything else you can dream up.  If you only know me from my blog, there will be no sex in any way, shape, or form, so please don't bring it up as it will only make me angry.  Just stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5876927275032344784?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5876927275032344784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5876927275032344784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5876927275032344784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5876927275032344784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-clarification.html' title='Another clarification...'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4830914602473697735</id><published>2009-12-07T18:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:42:54.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><title type='text'>Encounter with an Older Gentleman</title><content type='html'>Today I had the itch for another random encounter from Craigslist.  I perused the M4W ads while I was working this morning and found a lovely gentleman from a nearby neighborhood looking for a bit of afternoon delight.  He was in his mid-50's, very attractive.  We met for a bit wine near his home, and shared a bottle of red.  I felt very comfortable with him, and went back to his house with him.  He turned into such a delightfully nasty fuck the moment the door was closed: reaching under my skirt and pulling my panties off, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, slapping me around.  His cock wasn't long, but it was thick and uncut.  I tried to suck it, but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep it up long enough to fuck me if I did.  When he flipped me over on my hands and knees on the floor and sunk his cock into me, it felt fantastic.  He wasn't a small man, and as he shoved me, my head banged on the carpet.  With about 15 deep thrusts he was done.  His seed was thick, and he used his fingers to scoop it up and stuff it into my asshole as I came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my asshole was lubed with his cum, he worked his fingers into me, stretching me violently.  He had 4 fingers in past his knuckles, but he wouldn't fist me.  He promised to try if we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4830914602473697735?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4830914602473697735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4830914602473697735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4830914602473697735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4830914602473697735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/older-cl.html' title='Encounter with an Older Gentleman'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1817317127657049592</id><published>2009-12-06T16:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:39:53.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>Sushi Night</title><content type='html'>Dan spent last night with us.  He met us at our favorite local sushi spot because sushi makes me feel sexy.  Who are we kidding?  Everything make me feel sexy.  But, there's something erotic about sushi.  The chopsticks, the sucking down large mouthfuls of cool fish and rice, sake.  Very sexy. Very much a turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was rather nasty last night, so we hopped in a cab to get back home even though it was only a few blocks.  I sat in the middle between M and Dan, and before the door was closed, Dan had his tongue down my throat, and his hand under my top, squeezing my nipples.  Not to feel left out, I reached over and squeezed M's cock and balls through his jeans.  Just as we pulled up to our building, Dan whispered, rather loudly, "Mommy, I want to fuck you and Daddy tonight."  That got me so wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the elevator Dan took his cock out for me to stroke, and he was reaching into M's pants before we got upstairs.  Once we were finally in our apartment, Dan tried to get aggressive and rip my clothes off, but Mommy put an end to that.  I grabbed him and took him to the sofa where I sat down and pulled him over my lap.  M helped me get Dan's pants down so I could spank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spanked him hard. My hand was burning, and his ass was red.  His cock was rock hard, precum leaking. M stood in front of us stroking himself. When I was done spanking him, M made Dan get on his hands and knees on the sofa so he could fuck him roughly.  Precum dripped on to the leather as M pounded him.  I stripped and sat on the arm of the sofa, pulling Dan's head into my cunt, making him eat me.  M came quickly, filling Dan's ass, then shoving his cock into Dan's mouth, making him suck him clean.  I moved down to Dan's cock and sucked him, making sure he was good and hard, then I climbed on top and rode him hard.  Squeezing my own tits, pinching and twisting my nipples, I rode him like an animal.  My cunt worked his cock as he choked on M's cum-coated cock.  M slapped my hands away from my tits so he could slap them.  He smacked me so hard I had bright red hand prints there for hours. Over and over again. Pulling and twisting my nipples while I went crazy on Dan's cock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bisexstraponfuckers.com/bi-sexual/pics/Bi-Bi-American-Pie-13s2p1_busty-redhead-ckick-hardcore-fucking-threesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.bisexstraponfuckers.com/bi-sexual/pics/Bi-Bi-American-Pie-13s2p1_busty-redhead-ckick-hardcore-fucking-threesome.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his cock was clean, M got down next to me and Dan so he could slap Dan's balls around as he tortured my tits.  It made me so fucking crazy.  I love tit torture, and this was such a tease.  When M squeezed Dan's balls, Dan came hard, triggering my orgasm.  I screamed and arched my back, a nipple caught in M's vise-like pinch, making it stretch several inches.  It burned so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I full of cum, the three of us went upstairs to bed, cuddling all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1817317127657049592?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1817317127657049592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1817317127657049592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1817317127657049592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1817317127657049592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/dan-dan-delicious-dan.html' title='Sushi Night'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8610909923956904834</id><published>2009-12-04T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:35:12.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim'/><title type='text'>Possibilities</title><content type='html'>I recently made a new friend I'll call Tim.  Tim lives in Boston and is an adorable, subby, bi college student.  It's been entirely too long since he's sucked a cock, and M and I are willing to assist him in coming to visit us so he can serve me and suck M, but he's got to earn it first.  I'm going to thoroughly enjoy finding cock for him to suck in order to earn his visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim has been made well aware of my blog, and I fully expect him to leave a comment here telling me how hard it made his cock to read about himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8610909923956904834?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8610909923956904834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8610909923956904834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8610909923956904834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8610909923956904834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/possibilities.html' title='Possibilities'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3657333124929322273</id><published>2009-12-04T17:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:21:47.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instant messaging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith'/><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>So, yes, I've had a bit of an absence.  Again, I thank you for the concerned emails I've gotten from many readers.  I also signed in to Yahoo! chat for the first time in a long time and have had a few lovely chats with some of you.  Just as a gentle reminder to you, Dear Reader, I make it a policy not to meet any of you in person. It's nothing against you, of course.  It's just that I'd just rather not have myself out there like that.  If our paths happen to cross in other ways, well, that's just what makes life interesting.  But, I assure you, there will be no planned meetings with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last note before we move on to better things: As &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/chat-rooms.html"&gt;I've mentioned here before&lt;/a&gt;, I don't have a "cam," I plan on ever getting one, and I most certainly don't want to see yours. Anyway, if you've IMd me on Yahoo! recently and I said I didn't want to see your cam, and you called me a bitch, grow up.  It's just pathetic that (what I assume is) a grown man can't take no for an answer without resorting to name calling.  It's no surprise you're sitting home alone on a Friday evening with your sad little dick in your hand, hoping someone will tell you how spectacular it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, things have been great.  Absolutely fantastic.  I took a breather from the blog because keeping up with all it entails just became overwhelming.  I do try to answer every email I receive, and additionally I was receiving some offers to review products and such, and I just wasn't prepared for it.  So, I restart this undertaking knowing what to expect, and I'm ready.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/M"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; and I are still together.  &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Keith"&gt;Keith&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Melissa"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Cal"&gt;Cal&lt;/a&gt;,and &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Kevin"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt; are still a part of our lives.  &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Dan"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt; is also very much a part of our life.  We took him on a 2 week vacation with us over the summer to Key West.  Oh, God, it was fun.  We fucked so much I don't know why we wasted our time leaving Brooklyn.  We barely left the room.  It is nice to leave and come back to a nice clean room, though.  Fresh sheets and towels to soak with cum all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the itch for a new cock, so I hit Craigslist.  I found a nice 19 year old college boy looking for an older woman.  Average cock, good looking, a quick cab ride.  Thirty-seven minutes after I answered his ad I was at his door.  An hour later he'd fucked me and cum twice, I'd cum 3 times, and I was back in a cab and on my way home.  My cunt is still sticky with his load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3657333124929322273?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3657333124929322273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3657333124929322273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3657333124929322273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3657333124929322273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-baaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaack!'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-480088896134936212</id><published>2009-11-29T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:02:11.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasp*</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've been MIA, but I'll be back with new adventures in the next few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being patient and for all the concerned emails I've received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-480088896134936212?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/480088896134936212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=480088896134936212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/480088896134936212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/480088896134936212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/11/gasp.html' title='*gasp*'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6936441446044888871</id><published>2009-01-19T10:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:17:16.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><title type='text'>M's Away, Day 2 - Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/laptop%20boy"&gt;Laptop Boy&lt;/a&gt; was right where I hoped he'd be yesterday morning.  I didn't even bother with the formality of sitting down and chatting, but just motioned for him to come with me.  I started teasing his cock through his jeans on the ride up in the elevator, and once we were inside I led him to the sofa and helped him get undressed before pushing him down on the sofa.  I got on my knees between his legs and took his stiff cock in my mouth.  His cock felt huge in my mouth.  One of the biggest I'd sucked in a while.  I actually had trouble not scraping too much him with my teeth.  My hands massaged his balls as my tongue flicked over every inch of his throbbing cock.  He sat back and played with my hair, moaning as I pleasured him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cock began to twitch as I felt his balls tighten and his legs stiffen.  I knew he was about to explode, so I began to stroke his shaft and squeeze his balls as I wildly sucked his big head.  Just as he bubbled over, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and felt his spooge splash over my face and eyes, and drip down my chin.  He got dressed, kissed me on my forehead, thanked me, and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that I don't even know his name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6936441446044888871?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6936441446044888871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6936441446044888871' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6936441446044888871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6936441446044888871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/ms-away-day-2-sunday.html' title='M&apos;s Away, Day 2 - Sunday'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6951511513923880046</id><published>2009-01-18T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:20:39.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>M's Away Day 1 - Saturday</title><content type='html'>I started my marathon by calling &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Dan"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt; yesterday afternoon.  He was free and came right over.  Such a good little boy.  We cuddled up on the sofa to watch some TV, and his hands were all over me.  Eventually he got my shirt off and laid there sucking my nipples as if he were breastfeeding like a baby.  He took his time suckling me, and kept looking up at me and softly moaning "Mommy."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nipple play really turns me on, and I was soaked immediately.  I sat there squirming, reveling in the ecstasy of my nipples being sucked for so long, but dying to have his cock inside me.  I got his pants down and was able to stroke his cock.  His nursing became frantic as his cock throbbed in my hand.  I made him sit up on the sofa, and I slid my pants off and climbed on top of him.  "Oooh Mommyyyyy" he moaned as my cunt engulfed him.  His mouth went right back to my nipples, and within a few moments we were both exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered some dinner and he spent the night with me, nursing almost all night. He's already left this morning because the poor boy had to go to work.  My nipples are so sore this morning and it feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Starbucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6951511513923880046?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6951511513923880046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6951511513923880046' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6951511513923880046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6951511513923880046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/ms-away-day-1-saturday.html' title='M&apos;s Away Day 1 - Saturday'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5256698395022144410</id><published>2009-01-17T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:50:13.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While M's away, the Girl will play</title><content type='html'>M is off to Asia on business for 10 days. Mwahahahaha!  I know he'll be playing while he's away, as he has a mistress in the city he'll be working in, and there's certainly no reason for me to start being an angel now.  I plan to fuck every single day he's gone, beginning today.  Keep your fingers crossed that I'm not too busy to blog every single delicious thrust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5256698395022144410?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5256698395022144410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5256698395022144410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5256698395022144410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5256698395022144410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/while-ms-away-girl-will-play.html' title='While M&apos;s away, the Girl will play'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-2785214131186066251</id><published>2009-01-15T19:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:56:41.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonymous fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><title type='text'>Laptop Boy</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize it had been so long since I posted because I've been under the weather with a terrible cold.  There hasn't even been much to report here, but last weekend I did manage to get some fun in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Saturday morning I went out to Starbucks to get coffee while M was at the gym.  Much to my surprise, at a table was my &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored.html"&gt;friend that I had met there back in October&lt;/a&gt;.  I hadn't planned on staying, but I sat down at his table when he said hi to me. I had really just gotten out of bed and just planned to run up the block and back home, so I was dressed in yoga pants and an old sweatshirt with one of M's winter jackets.  Laptop boy and I chatted a bit, and then he boldly asked me whether I was going to be alone at home.  I grinned and said that I was.  He closed his laptop and smiled at me.  I was impressed and turned on by his boldness.  He quickly packed up his things and got his coat on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have remembered that I like it rough, because as soon as we were in my elevator one of his hands was under my shirt pinching my rock hard nipples, the other was in my pants, 3 fingers buried in my cunt.  We barely made it out of the elevator and into my apartment.  As soon as we were inside he had his pants down and pushed me to the cold floor and pulled my pants down.  He went down on me for a couple of minutes and got me good and wet.  He was really good - I held back on an orgasm as he sucked my clit.  Suddenly he flipped me over and got my ass in the air and shoved his cock into my cunt.  I'd forgotten how thick he was, and it felt so good.  He was fucking me hard and deep.  He slowed down for a moment to get his coat off and I took the opportunity to get my jacket and shirt off at the same time.  He was also able to get my shoes and pants off . All the while we were undressing his cock never left my fuckhole.  This boy was goooood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my tits were hanging free he leaned forward and grabbed them roughly, pulling and twisting my nipples really, really hard.  His agression made me crazy, and I suddenly exploded, bucking wildly on his cock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly slapped my tits nice and hard.  "Cunt. I'm not done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't ask you to stop." I panted as I looked back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that he grabbed my hips and began to plow me even harder.  We were both grunting as his cock head crashed into my cervix over and over again.  I had to concentrate to hold off on cumming again.  The wait wasn't long, though.  He was suddenly spurting inside me.  I could feel jets of creamy cum splash against my cervix as his cock throbbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He collapsed onto the floor next to me, panting as his dick went limp.  I told him he was great and we should meet more often, and he said he'd been waiting for me to come back again.  I definitely need to start drinking more coffee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-2785214131186066251?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2785214131186066251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=2785214131186066251' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2785214131186066251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2785214131186066251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/laptop-boy.html' title='Laptop Boy'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4735693204051115870</id><published>2009-01-05T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:54:10.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roleplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith'/><title type='text'>Midnight Call (Girl)</title><content type='html'>Last night at midnight my phone rang.  It was Keith.  He said that his &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/overtime.html"&gt;friend that thinks I'm a prostitute&lt;/a&gt; was in the mood for my services again.  They'd gotten a hotel room close by, and I was to arrive as quickly as possible, following the instructions I'd been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty five minutes later I was in the elevator at the hotel.  My face was heavily made up per Keith's instructions, I was wearing knee-high boots with stiletto heels, and as requested, I was nude beneath my coat. I knocked on the door and slipped out of my coat as I was let in.  I stood there wearing nothing but my boots as Keith's friend inspected me like a piece of meat: he roughly manhandled my breasts, pulling and twisting my nipples, and squeezing my flesh.  He pinched at my (very) little belly and told Keith I was fat, and then turned me around and grabbed at my ass and jiggled it, and again told Keith that I had a lot of fat on me.  He then spread my cheeks and inspected my asshole.  He sniffed it and poked at it, asking Keith for his opinion.  Keith volunteered that he'd fucked my ass before, and that it was "worth every extra penny" spent.  I had to stifle a giggle when he said that.  If only his friend knew that Keith never paid me a dime, and I did this purely for my own pleasure - and of course because I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a prostitute.  He turned me around pushed me onto the bed, telling me to spread my legs.  I did so, and he began to roughly inspect my pussy, telling Keith he liked the way I keep my hair, and that my lips were nice and bare and soft.  He described it as "tight and clean" and "not like he expected a hooker whore's used cunt to look."  He then sniffed at me, declaring me to smell clean and tasty.  With that declaration, he went down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't spend long eating my pussy because he wanted a blow job.  Keith told him to find his manners and pay me before I did anything else.  He handed me $500 cash and asked "Anything goes?" and I nodded as Keith winked at me.  I put the money in my bag and took out a handful of the condoms that I'd been instructed to bring once again.  Since he was waiting for his blow job, I took one out of the wrapper and skillfully rolled it on his cock and began to suck. He moaned and pulled my hair as I pleasured him.  Have I mentioned I hate condoms?  Blech.  But he liked it.  He didn't cum from the blow job (because who could with a condom?), so he put a new condom on and got me on my knees so he could fuck me from behind.  It didn't feel good to me at all, but he seemed to be having a good time, so I played the part with moaning and telling him how good he felt. Then came the question... could he fuck my ass, he asked.  Never one to say no to anal, I asked Keith to give me the bottle of lube in my bag, and he was nice enough to lube my asshole for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pressed his latex covered cock against my asshole, then slowly slipped it in.  It didn't feel great, but it felt much better than it did in my pussy... until he built up speed.  Luckily for me it didn't take him long to cum.  "Goddamn Keith, you were right, she is worth every penny."  Oh God I tried to hold back the laughter when he said that.  The genius thought my shaking was me having an orgasm from his fabulous cockwork.  If only he knew just how bad I thought it was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went in the bathroom to get cleaned up, and Keith and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes and laughed quietly.  Then I told him I needed his cock in my ass.  Before his friend came out of the bathroom, he was balls deep inside me, sans nasty condom.  "Sloppy seconds, heh?" his friend said as he came out and got ready to leave.  I think Keith just shrugged as he continued to plow into me and his friend walked out the door to head home.  The only thing sloppy was my asshole after Keith blew his load in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4735693204051115870?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4735693204051115870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4735693204051115870' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4735693204051115870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4735693204051115870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/midnight-call-girl.html' title='Midnight Call (Girl)'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1720257335225147780</id><published>2009-01-01T19:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:18:20.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal'/><title type='text'>First Time Anal</title><content type='html'>While New Year's Eve was spent fabulously with M, I spent today with an old lover of mine, Kevin.  He'd spent the holidays overseas, and was spending a few days in NYC before heading back to the west coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's always been an old favorite of mine.  Nothing terribly wild, but always satisfying.  There's nothing extraordinary about him or the size of his cock that should make him so satisfying, yet he brings me to heights that few others are able to without getting crazy.  I often think that if I weren't for M, Kevin and I would be together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin met me for brunch this morning, and we both drank enough Bloody Mary's to be in quite a happy place.  We giggled our way through the frigid walk back to my place.  M was already out for his day of non-stop college football, so we were all alone in the apartment.  As soon as the door closed we were tearing at each other.  It had been so long since I kissed him and felt his body, and I couldn't wait to have him inside me.  He was just as eager, and had me up against the wall, sliding his cock into me before either of us was completely undressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned back on my shoulders and upper back, and wrapped my legs around him as he thrust into me slowly.  His hands cradled my bottom, his fingers grazed my anus.  I'd never had anal with Kevin because when we'd first slept together he'd been an inexperienced and nervous lovers, and I never pushed the subject with him because I was always so satisfied by him, but with that slight touch I was electrified and determined this would be the day that would change.  Moments later we were both cumming.  Quick and immediately satisfying, yet we'd both need more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to the playroom we went and we finished undressing each other as we explored each other's bodies.  His tongue dove into my cunt that he had just filled, something he'd always relished.  He nudged me backwards to the bed where I fell on the edge, legs spread and in the air as he knelt before me, licking every drop of his cum from my pussy and thighs, coaxing another orgasm from me as he sucked my clit.  I returned the favor by sucking his cock clean.  I love the taste of our cum and my cunt mingling on his soft cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lay together talking and caressing each other, keeping each other warm.  Our hands wandered, as did our mouths, and he sucked and bit my nipples in just the way he knew to drive me crazy.  He was driving me crazy.  My hands began to stroke his cock and balls.  I knew how I was going to get his cock into my ass today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed on top of him, my breasts filling his hands and mouth.  Aiming his cock, I slid it inside my dripping cunt and began to work in slow circles.  I held my slow pace for a bit, as neither of us was in a hurry for it to end, and I wanted to build up something fiercely intense.  As he drove my more and more crazy with breast and nipple play, I began to pick up the pace.  He felt so good inside me, and I knew his orgasm would be explosive if I kept up as I was.  My own juices were soaking our thighs, so I knew his cock would be well lubed when I was ready for my next move.  His moaning and grunting became more pronounced, and I could feel his cock throbbing as he began to stiffen his legs.  I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to cum in my ass, and all he could do was moan and nod.  Barely missing a beat, holding the base of this cock, I rose off of him, and quickly guided him into my asshole.  Rubbing my clit at the same time, I held him tight in my ass as I felt him thrust hard.  His legs stiffened again as his cock throbbed again, following with an enormous gush of cum.  I came immediately and hard, and then collapsed on top of him, letting him go soft inside me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we lay together recovering, Kevin confessed that I was his first anal, and he'd been wanting to try it with me because he knew how much I loved it.  He said he regretted not doing it sooner because it was amazing.  I'm looking forward to the next time I see him so I can let him take the lead and see how good he can do on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, Readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1720257335225147780?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1720257335225147780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1720257335225147780' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1720257335225147780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1720257335225147780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-time-anal.html' title='First Time Anal'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8437751453787050052</id><published>2008-12-26T19:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:07:25.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='double penetration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cal'/><title type='text'>More Cal</title><content type='html'>I had to have more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I told M that I needed Cal again, so I called him and invited him over to share a bottle of wine with us.  We actually ended up drinking 3 bottles before all three of us went up to the playroom.  Both men undressed me, kissing me all over as they did so, and then M got comfortable on a chair to watch Cal and I play together for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal laid back on the bed and pulled me on top of him.  His already-hard cock slid easily into my cunt, and as I stretched out above him, his lips and teeth locked onto my erect nipples.  I locked my eyes on M, moaning and sighing as Cal teased my nipples.  I worked myself into an upright position, rocking my hips, feeling Cal's cock pump deep into me.  From this position I could get a better look at his chiseled body, and M could see his cock slide in and out, glistening with my pussy juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked myself up to a dizzying orgasm, but didn't stop.  M came over and got behind me, kissing my back and down to my ass.  His tongue snaked into my asshole, driving me into a frenzy.  When he'd gotten my tight hole relaxed enough, I felt the head of his cock pressing against it, and then it suddenly popped right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being filled with two beautiful cocks at once is so incredible.  I felt so full, and just enough pain for it to be enjoyable.  Both men began to pump me, and all of us were moaning and grunting.  Cal was the first to cum, spurting his load deep in my cunt.  M came just a few seconds later, pumping every drop of cum from his balls into my satisfied asshole.  The intensity of both men cumming inside me make me explode just seconds later.  I was screaming and twitching between them, both of their mouths all over me as we all came down together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal spent the night in the playroom bed, and I went back down to our bedroom with M, and all three of us slept soundly through the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8437751453787050052?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8437751453787050052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8437751453787050052' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8437751453787050052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8437751453787050052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-cal.html' title='More Cal'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5227214600459895885</id><published>2008-12-26T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:32:51.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon the interruption...</title><content type='html'>If you've added me on Yahoo! messenger, they have shutdown my previous account (but won't tell me why, as a protection of my own privacy.  WTF?).   My new account there is bareback_grrl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5227214600459895885?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5227214600459895885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5227214600459895885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5227214600459895885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5227214600459895885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/12/pardon-interruption.html' title='Pardon the interruption...'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-4629713170230409723</id><published>2008-12-24T20:14:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:40:54.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><title type='text'>Cal's Visit</title><content type='html'>For several months I've been emailing, chatting with, and speaking on the phone with a guy I'll call Cal.  Cal and I met on craigslist.  He was looking to dominate someone over the phone, and I replied, willing to submit.  After directing me to cum several times, we fell into a conversation that felt quite natural and normal, as if we had known each other forever.  At the time he was here in NYC, but was leaving the next day on a temporary work assignment in Atlanta.  We kept in touch and continued to enjoy  spending time with each other in all the ways modern technology allows, minus seeing each other in person.  He's single, and was fully aware of my open relationship status, and was quite intrigued by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Christmas holiday, Cal has been back in NYC since Saturday morning, and isn't leaving until January 4th.  With M's blessing I picked up Cal at the airport on Saturday morning and brought him home with me.  M decided to spend the day and that night out with a friend of his, so Cal and I had our place to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd talked extensively of my love for anal play, and my desire to have my ass fisted. In the week leading up to his arrival, Cal had asked M to begin to stretch my asshole in anticipation of fisting me when he got here.  M's hands are very large, and he's always been fearful of hurting me too much by trying to fist my ass, so we've not persued it together too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal was every bit as gorgeous in person as the pictures he'd sent me, and I couldn't wait to fuck him.  In fact, I couldn't wait to suck his cock either.  As soon as we were in the car, I had his cock out and down my throat.  Thank God for tinted windows. I'd barely gotten started when his cum squirted down my throat.  I quickly sucked him clean, kissed him with my cummy mouth, and we were on our way to Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at my place, I led him right up to the playroom.  He wanted to shower after his flight, so I joined him.  We spent long time in the steamy shower exploring each others bodies, teasing, kissing, sucking.  Warmed and relaxed, we got into bed. Several bottles of lube, as well as several different sized butt plugs, sat ready on the bedside table.  We both knew very well why Cal was there.  After a bit of chit chat, Cal ordered me onto my knees, ass in the air, knees apart.  His hands pulled my cheeks apart, and I felt his warm tongue circle my relaxed asshole.  His lips sucked as his tongue pressed into me.  I knew I was in the hands of an expert ass-man, and I was already in ecstacy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his tongue pushed into me, soaking my tight bud, his fingers began to work their way in as well.  My muscles easily gave way to him.  Before long he had worked four fingers, two from each hand, into me, and was prying my asshole open.  I was groaning with pleasure.  He got up on his knees and grabbed a bottle of lube.  I looked back at his impressive cock and watched as he lubed it well, then he dribbled lube into my gaping asshole.  The cold lube sent shivers up my spine.  I knew this was going to be one of the best anal fucks I'd ever gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head of his cock pressed against my anus as I looked back and begged him to fuck me.  He proceeded to sink his cock in - all in one thrust.  His hands grabbing my hips, he roughly pounded his cock into my asshole.  I could feel his massive balls slam into my cunt with every stroke.  His pelvis slammed into my ass, jarring me with every thrust.  I'd never been fucked in the ass so hard in my life, and I loved it.  Having cum at the airport, he's already warned me that he probably wouldn't cum again until much later in the afternoon.  After I had several orgasms, Cal slowed his pace and told me to get ready for what he was there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While his cock was still in my ass he pushed two of his fingers in beside it.  He then grabbed the second largest of the butt plugs I'd put out. I felt it pressing against the rim of my ass as he slowly slid his cock out of me.  The second his cock was free, it was replaced by the plug.  Four inches at its widest point, the plug popped right into my asshole.  He made me turn around and lay beside him while the plug remained parked in my ass.  As we lay together exploring our bodies again, he reached around and began to shake the plug.  The feeling of fullness was incredibly, and unable to help myself, I reached down and began to rub my clit.  Seeing how aroused I was, Cal got between my legs and began to eat my, fucking the plug in and out of my ass as he did.  When I was close to orgasm he stopped eating my cunt, not wanting to wear me out just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached over and grabbed the largest plug I had.  It's 5 inches at its widest.  I'd never even attempted to play with it on my own.  Like with his cock, he moment he pulled the smaller plug out, he replaced it, slowly, with the larger one.  This time my ass gave some resistance, but it wasn't painful... or at least it wasn't more pain than  I could take.  It was good pain.  GOOOOOD pain.  Adding a bit more lube as he fucked it in and out of me, the more he worked it, the easier it became.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After popping it in and out a few more times, he simply said, "It's time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal told me to get onto my back and to hold my legs back.  He covered his hand with lube and pulled the plug from my stretched asshole.  He told me I was gaping open, and it was the most beautiful gape he'd ever seen.  I was proud that my ass was able to take it, and I smiled at him and begged him to fist me. He started slowly with 2 or 3 fingers.  They barely felt like they were stretching me.  I wanted more, and told him so.  Another finger slipped effortlessly into my hole.  All that was left was his knuckles and thumb.  I felt him tuck his thumb against his fingers as they curled inside me.  Slowly I felt his knuckles stretch me, causing the most exhilerating, momentary pain I have ever felt.  It wasn't unlike a burning sensation, or what I imagine the pain of childbirth might be, except that it was fleeting.  The euphoria that followed was beyond anything I'd ever imagined.  I don't know whether I was caught in the joy of the moment of finally having a fist in my ass, or whether it was the most intense anal orgasm I have ever had, but I didn't want the feeling to stop.  I felt like I would black out from the overwhelming pleasure, but fought to hold on and continue to enjoy the mind numbing intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he fucked me franticly and with an urgency of a cock about to explode.  As I became used to the sensation, he slowed down a great deal, giving me an entirely new experience.  It was no longer overwhelming, but now an incredibl mellow high that I didn't want to end.  He slowed enough to comforably lay beside me, his free arm around me and able to pull me close to him.  In this position we could kiss, and he was able to kiss and tease my nipples.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to completely ruin my asshole, he began to wind down.  He rubbed and licked my clit and cunt while very very slowly working his fist out of my asshole.  Just as he compleely pulled his fingers from my ass, he licked my clit to another intense orgasm.  I was completely spent.  My asshole felt stretched, but I felt it slowly closing.  It was one of the most intense sexual experiences I had ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-4629713170230409723?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4629713170230409723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=4629713170230409723' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4629713170230409723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/4629713170230409723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-i-was-saying.html' title='Cal&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-2895598369457622152</id><published>2008-12-21T19:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:06:52.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All is Well!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for disappearing for a bit.  Life was complicated there for a while, and I didn't have the energy to write.  All is sorted out now, and I'm back.  No worries, all is well with M and I, and I've managed to fit in quite a few adventures while I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-2895598369457622152?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2895598369457622152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=2895598369457622152' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2895598369457622152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2895598369457622152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-is-well.html' title='All is Well!'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-9210600509350302140</id><published>2008-11-24T20:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:23:33.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>No, you "think about it"</title><content type='html'>If someone wants free PR on my blog, and I politely decline, I suggest you not get an attitude about it.  Since you didn't bother to answer my response to your rude email, I'll wonder it "out loud" here... how were you going to send me a package without my real name?  I told you when I declined it was because I wasn't interested in revealing my real name to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;for professional reasons.  You decided to very unprofessionally tell me I wouldn't have to use my real name to review your product, and to "think about it and you'll let me figure it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it. I figured it out.  Didn't take me long either.  I've been sent products to review in my professional life.  I've accepted some, and I've declined some.  Usually when I decline, I get a, "No problem, please consider us in the future." and I have.  You were unprofessional and rude, and you don't know it, but I've spent about $2000 with you over the last year or so, and now I'll never buy another product from your company again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-9210600509350302140?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/9210600509350302140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=9210600509350302140' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/9210600509350302140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/9210600509350302140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-you-think-about-it.html' title='No, you &quot;think about it&quot;'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5309376960734031818</id><published>2008-11-17T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:24:22.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random vacation fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bisexuality'/><title type='text'>A Night With Lance</title><content type='html'>M and I napped for a few hours, then got up and showered together.  I didn't plan to wear much to wait for Lance, so I just slipped into a short satin robe and thong, and M got ready for his fishing trip.  Before he left he ordered me 2 bottles of champagne.  They were delivered about 15 minutes before M left, and Lance was scheduled to arrive.  Not wanting Lance to see him, M left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes later Lance arrived with a pretty girl on his arm.  He introduced her as Amy, and said she was just a friend, and that she'd always been curious about being with a girl, so he thought she'd like to join us.  No complaints here!  She was about 5'2", thin, big fake boobs, brown hair and eyes, wearing a tank top and jeans.  We all sat down, and I poured champagne for us.  Lance was ready!  His hands were all over my legs and he was nuzzling up to my neck.  I knew Amy was nervous, so I told her she could join in whenever she was ready, and gave her a lingering kiss.  She just smiled, and then leaned back to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Lance, and kissed him hard.  My hands were tugging at his pants, reaching for his cock as he pushed my robe off.  The air in the room was cold, making my nipples extra hard.  They were huge and standing at attention as Lance began to suck.  I got his pants off and was stroking his cock, again, loving his loose foreskin.  He slid to his knees and took his shirt off, then pulled my ass to the edge of the chair, and pushed my legs back.  He licked my pussy from bottom to top, then sucked my throbbing clit.  I was pulling and twisting my nipples, watching Amy as she watched us.  I really wanted her to suck my nipples.  I glanced down at Lance and pushed my cunt against his mouth.  He dug his tongue deeper into me, and I let out such a moan. He ate me for a few more minutes, then got up and kissed Amy, giving her a taste of me.  I could tell she loved the taste as she moaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat back and rubbed my clit as Lance kissed her and slowly got her out of her clothes.  She had a hot little pussy that I wanted to taste, but I was waiting for her to come to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to the bed, and Lance followed me a minute later, pulling Amy along with him.  As I laid back, Lance guided Amy down next to me, and then he got between my legs, rubbing his cock up and down my dripping pussy.  Slowly I stroked my fingers over her nipples, softly kissing her lips.  Her hands began to wander over my body, and she let me slip my tongue into her mouth.  Lance pumped his cock into me and I rocked my hips.  His thick cock felt to good stretching me, but I wanted to be on my hands and knees so I could reach Amy better.  After a few minutes I twisted my hips so he'd let me turn over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beside Amy, able to lean down and kiss her and touch her all over.  Lance got behind me and began to pound my cunt.  I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed and sucked her nipple hard.  She was moaning instantly, which really turned me on.  I looked up at her and whispered, "I want to taste you."  She looked at me, then slowly positioned herself so I could lick her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed her thighs apart, and slowly slid my tongue over her slit.  She was shaking as I parted her lips to lick deeper.  Wrapping my lips around her clit, I let Lance's rhythm as he fucked me push my face against her cunt.  I didn't have to think much about pleasing her or doing more than she was ready for, and at the same time I could enjoy and get off on his cock pumping into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long Lance moaned that he was going to cum.  I began to rock back against him so I could feel his cock deeper inside me, and feel his cum fill me.  He was fucking me harder and I was moaning into Amy's pussy.  I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or not, but I was certainly enjoying the fucking I was getting.  He reached under me and rubbed my clit and my hips began to buck.  Lance came seconds later, his cum errupting wih such force it coated my thighs and some even got to my belly.  He pulled out and leaned against my ass and I could feel him throbbing, and his warm cum leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying my orgasm, I licked Amy faster.  Lance pushed next to me and joined me licking Amy's snatch.  Before long she got her orgasm as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to play with each other for a few more hours, and Amy and I showered together later on while Lance dozed off. They ended up leaving about 6 hours later, not long before M arrived back.  He was actually hoping to catch me still playing, even though he wasn't sure what Lance's reaction would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5309376960734031818?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5309376960734031818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5309376960734031818' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5309376960734031818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5309376960734031818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-with-lance.html' title='A Night With Lance'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5127879384387072523</id><published>2008-11-16T17:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:29:52.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><title type='text'>Vacation Oral</title><content type='html'>A few days later I saw Lance at the bar again and told him that I loved our bit of fun and I'd love to do it again.  M was going out for on night fishing expedition that night, so I was going to be left to my own devices, and told Lance this.  I also said that if he had any friends that might be interested in joining us, to invite them along. As M and I walked back to our room he asked me how many times I'd managed to fuck Lance already and whether or not I'd be fucking him again that night.  We entered our room as I described the scene from a few days earlier and he was tearing my clothes off, his cock raging hard.  He pushed me onto the bed and got me on my hands and knees so he could eat my pussy and ass.  His fingers and tongue worked so fast over me, that I was soon moaning and begging for him to make me cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, still enjoying my orgasm, M was pushing my mouth onto his cock.  He was already drooling sweet precum when he shoved his cock in my mouth.  I love when he gets forceful and rough.  He pushed my head down, my hair wrapped around his fist as he pumped his hips hard.  I scooped up some of my own wetness from my pussy and used that to lubricate M's asshole, slipping my middle finger in all the way.  As soon as my finger softly pressed his prostate, his cock jerked and twitched, and I knew he was about to cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, as the head of M's cock hit the back of my throat again, I felt that tell-take twitch and a warm jet of cum spray down my throat.  I pulled back slightly to be better able to swallow his load, and he sprayed several more ropes of cum over the back of my tongue.  I pulled back and sucked his head, ensuring every drop made it into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our bit of fun, we both had plenty of time to nap before we both set off on separate adventures that evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5127879384387072523?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5127879384387072523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5127879384387072523' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5127879384387072523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5127879384387072523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/11/vacation-oral.html' title='Vacation Oral'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5520361360564500044</id><published>2008-11-13T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:20:54.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random vacation fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><title type='text'>A Vacation Tryst</title><content type='html'>First of all, yes, I'm back!  I'm so sorry to have kept you all waiting so long.  M and I just really needed to disconnect from the electronic world and relax.  We didn't even turn on the TV while we were away.  What we did do was have lots of great sex.  With each other, and with strangers.  It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we arrived we went to one of the bars on the grounds for a few fruity drinks.  Our bartender, Lance, was quite attractive.  He began flirting with me immediately, despite M being there with me.  Either Lance was being very bold, or flirting with the ladies was just his usual thing.  I presumed it was the latter, but it didn't stop me from flirting right back. M and I eventually moved to the lounge chairs by the nearby pool.  We were still in view of the bar, and I kept glancing at Lance.  When our drinks were empty, I went back to the bar alone to get us another round, giving me a chance to talk to Lance without M next to me.  I told him we'd be there 10 days, and I was looking forward to seeing more of him.  There was no doubt in my inflection as to what kind of "more" I wanted to see.  He replied that he'd love to show me more, but would my man mind?  It was Lance's lucky day, I told him that M had a few fishing expeditions planned, and I wasn't going to be accompanying him on many of them.  With a smile I went back to M with our drinks and giggled and whispered that we'd barely gotten settled in and I already had someone waiting to fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, M was indeed off to fish.  I put on my skimpiest bikini and headed to Lance's bar again.  Although it was early, in resort-land, it's never too early to drink, and there he was.  I sat down at the deserted bar, and Lance leaned on the bar to chat.  He was very interested to hear that M would be out until 5 or 6 that evening, and I was left all on my own.  I joked with him that he probably says the same thing to all the ladies left alone, but he said most of the women left alone are older and unattractive, or just not as bold as I was being.  I didn't really believe him, although I'd seen some of the other vacationers around the day before and at breakfast that morning, and I was a bit inclined to believe him at least a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flirted for an hour or so, with me taking occasional breaks for dips in the pool so that he'd see the thong back of my bikini, and my hard nipples in my wet top when I sad back down at the bar.  Lance leaned over and whispered to me that another bartender would be arriving shortly to relieve him for a half hour break.  I replied that I'd probably be going back to my room for a bit while he was on break.  Moments later the relief arrived and with a long glance I walked back to my room - which Lance knew the number of from charging drinks to.  I hoped he was getting what I was hinting at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door was barely closed and I was taking my top off when there was a knock.  I modestly covered my breasts with my arm, and opened it and there was Lance.  He quickly stepped in before anyone could see him, and I told him I was glad he got my hint.  He was all over me immediately, hands on my breasts, kissing me hard, pushing me up against the wall.  I had my hand in his shorts and was impressed with what I felt.  I decided to play innocent and whispered that I didn't have any condoms, so that I could see what his reaction was.  He said he didn't have any and he'd never fucked a guest before, but that he was clean.  Sounded good to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed his shorts down as he sucked my nipples.  His cock wasn't very long, maybe 6 inches, but extremely thick and uncut with lots of foreskin.  I wanted to suck it, but he was already pushing my bathing suit aside and rubbing the tip of his cock on my wet cunt.  He grabbed me and lifted me, pinning me to he wall, and I wrapped my legs around him.  His cock felt incredible.  The angle of his cock in my cunt was just right, and I surprisingly had my first orgasm right away.  My juices gushed and I moaned not to stop.  He pounded me harder as we sunk to the floor.  I pushed him back so that I was riding him, his cock sinking even deeper into me.  I pounded him good and hard until I felt his cock twitch.  He moaned that he was going to cum and tried to push me off of him, but I squeezed his thighs with my knees and held on tight.  He moaned "Oh fuck yes" as he shot his load into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at his watch and realized that his break was about to end, and scrambled to get his shorts back on as I leaned back and rubbed my clit to a quick orgasm.  I told him I'd seem him again later at the bar, and hoped we could do this again too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5520361360564500044?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5520361360564500044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5520361360564500044' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5520361360564500044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5520361360564500044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/11/vacation-tryst.html' title='A Vacation Tryst'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-7681849682874671677</id><published>2008-10-30T22:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:50:13.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to break it to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQpyXo563iI/AAAAAAAAADw/gVzJBPxmxHg/s1600-h/Sheraton-Fiji-Pool_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQpyXo563iI/AAAAAAAAADw/gVzJBPxmxHg/s200/Sheraton-Fiji-Pool_B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263144864978755106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry to do this, but instead of leaving you all hanging, I'm letting you know I'll be away until November 12.  I'm sure I'll return with plenty of adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BarebackGrrl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-7681849682874671677?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7681849682874671677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=7681849682874671677' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/7681849682874671677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/7681849682874671677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-to-break-it-to-you.html' title='I hate to break it to you'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQpyXo563iI/AAAAAAAAADw/gVzJBPxmxHg/s72-c/Sheraton-Fiji-Pool_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8246339771595744005</id><published>2008-10-28T23:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:44:36.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>On to better things!</title><content type='html'>M arrived home just as I finished up my previous entry.  I missed that man!  He was understandably tired after flying a few hours, but he missed me too and couldn't wait to get me naked.  I shut the laptop and shed my clothes as I ran into our bedroom where he was freshly showered and waiting for me in bed.  I slid between the sheets and cuddled up next to him.  We kissed for a while, our hands all over each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I threw my leg over him and positioned myself on top of him.  I could feel his cock nestled against my lips.  I couldn't wait to have him inside me.  Slowly I moved my hips, allowing his cock to slide into me effortlessly.  As we lay there, softly rocking, he told me about the girl he'd fucked on his trip. She was someone he'd fucked before; not great, but reliable, and she allowed him anal.  He says anal is always good to get him off when a girl isn't a great fuck, because she just needs to kneel there while he pounds away at her.  He was telling me how he just completely used her and was bored with her, which only made me appreciate our connection that much more.  I kissed him passionately before I rose upright on his cock and began to piston up and down, pounding his cock into my cunt.  Rising to the occasion, he grabbed my ass and slipped a finger in my asshole.  Seconds later he was cumming inside me, and I wasn't far behind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lay there wrapped around each other, and I slipped away after he fell asleep a few minutes later.  I put my panties back on so I could enjoy the dampness his oozing cum is leaving in them as I sit here and write.  I'm so turned on recounting it that I'm going to have to go back for another round, or grab a toy and have a go at myself.  I'll let you know in the morning which I decided to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8246339771595744005?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8246339771595744005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8246339771595744005' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8246339771595744005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8246339771595744005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-to-better-things.html' title='On to better things!'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6463293528575437497</id><published>2008-10-28T21:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:56:25.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instant messaging'/><title type='text'>You're Uninteresting, No YOU'RE Uninteresting!</title><content type='html'>I really do love chatting with some readers that have contacted me on Yahoo! messenger.  It's nice to connect with someone, answer any questions they have, or just shoot the breeze.  Unfortunately every once in a while I get some real idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name has been changed to protect his stupidity.  He'd been iming (im-ing?  What's the proper grammar for this?) me while I was offline for a few weeks now, but he never said anything interesting enough for me to respond to.  Finally he caught me tonight while I was online, and this is what transpired, word for word, only occasional edited for clarity, and of course, I had to throw comments in (in parenthesis):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: hey!&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: do i know you?  is there a reason you keep im-ing me?&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: sorry&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: I think I saw you either on Craigslist or Literotica&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: ok&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: but i don't think so (I don't think so because I've never put my yahoo id on CL, and I don't write on Literotica)&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: oh&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: I didn't know you had a blog&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: so do you just write bareback stories? or do you and your boyfriend love bareback sex?&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: why dont you read instead of asking (I'm already highly annoyed.  I have no patience for stupidity or laziness.)&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: I am, very interesting&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: then why would you ask such a question?&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: Is there anything I can help you with, sexy?&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: ummm no&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: is there something i can help you with?&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: are you a filthy, slutty cunt?&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: again, why don't you read and find out&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: I already have.&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: Do you want to be fucked roughly and hard and studded and bred like a slutty little bitch?&lt;br /&gt;(I just didn't answer for about 5 minutes, as my patience had just about run out.)&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: maybe that was too forward ;)&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: maybe you're just an asshole&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: true&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: nice FAQ&lt;br /&gt;(Another 5 or so minutes pass.  I thought he might just go away.)&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: are you on the pill?&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: it's not your problem whether i am or not&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: i know&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: what if you get pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: it's not your problem&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: i know&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: it'd be hot to get you pregnant&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: even if you did, you'd never know&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: yup&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: do you like the risk, the feeling of bare skin, or the creamy load the most?&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: i thought you said you read my blog?&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: parts of it&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: i suggest you read more before you keep asking stupid questions&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: uh huh&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: &lt;a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-barebacking.html"&gt;http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-barebacking.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: very nice&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: what state are you in?&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: are you blind?  (It says where I am right at the top of the blog.)&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: no?&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: oh lol&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: nyc kk&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: you're a bright one&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: haha thanks&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: your stories are really interesting&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: you're not interesting at all&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: lol&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting idiot: neither are you, actually&lt;br /&gt;grrlbareback: oh well&lt;br /&gt;(After 30 minutes without a response, I signed out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he finally stopped annoying me.  I think my brain is bleeding after that exchange.  Usually I'll bow out of a conversation graciously, but this idiot's persistence with offline IMs was astounding, as was his complete foolishness when he finally found me on.  Despite his response that I'm uninteresting, I fully expect him to attempt to contact me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-6463293528575437497?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6463293528575437497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=6463293528575437497' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6463293528575437497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/6463293528575437497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-uninteresting-no-youre.html' title='You&apos;re Uninteresting, No YOU&apos;RE Uninteresting!'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8146106272076869514</id><published>2008-10-27T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:57:19.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Doubly Honored</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had the honor of being added to the "center stage" at &lt;a href="http://www.loveboudoir.com"&gt;www.loveboudoir.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Have a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have the pleasure of being added to Scorpio's blogroll at &lt;a href="http://adventuresofascorpio.blogspot.com/"&gt;I'm Not a Sex Addict, I Don't Go to Meetings&lt;/a&gt;.  Her blog is very sexy and we seem to be like-minded.  Please check her out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8146106272076869514?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8146106272076869514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8146106272076869514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8146106272076869514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8146106272076869514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-doubly-honored.html' title='Feeling Doubly Honored'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8151204934299271925</id><published>2008-10-27T08:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:29:09.046-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roleplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith'/><title type='text'>Overtime</title><content type='html'>Keith has a job that affords him quite a bit of overtime, and occasionally he'll tell his wife he's working overtime, and come work on me instead.  Yesterday around 7 Keith rang me to ask whether I'd be able to give him any overtime work at about 11pm.  I'm always ready for that.  He wanted role play, and gave me instructions on where to meet him to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:45 I left my apartment wearing a sweater coat wrapped tightly around me, along with black patent stilettos.  I walked a few blocks to our designated meeting spot, heavily made up and wearing a thick coating of red lipstick.  As I got to the spot, I took my sweater off and slipped it into my little backpack purse.  Also in there were condoms I was instructed to buy on my way to the meeting place.  I stood on the dark corner in my stilettos, a micro mini skirt with no panties on, and a bustier that barely contained my tits.  It was so low that my tits usually fall out of it if I wear it during sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute or so after I arrived, Keith rolled up in his car and rolled down the passenger window. I could see there was someone in the backseat as I leaned into the window and asked if he was looking for fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much to blow my friend back there while I drive him home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned wide.  "$50 and a ride back for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get in."  He handed me a wad of cash that I put into my bag as I got in the back seat.  I was immensely turned on and really into the role.  I smiled and thanked Keith and began to rub his friend through his jeans.  "You have 20 minutes to make him cum." Keith barked from the front seat as he pulled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened his pants and he helped me pull them down a bit, along with his shorts.  His cock was completely hard and impressive.  He was also uncut, which is my favorite.  I pulled the skin over his head and played with it for a bit until he began to push my head down.  I sucked it for a moment then stopped and went in my bag for the condoms.  As I tore one open Keith barked, "No condom, cunt." from the front seat.  I was instantly wet.  I had no idea if the friend was in on the secret or not, but it made me feel so dirty.  As I put the condom back in my bag, the friend slipped me another $40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began sucking his cock like a good little whore as we drove through the streets of Brooklyn.  I could see my lipstick smearing all over his cock as I sucked and slurped at his throbbing cock.  His foreskin was big enough that even though he was fully hard there was plenty to play with, and he gasped and moaned every time I nibbled on it or stuck my tongue inside it.  His balls were tight and twitching, and I knew he was close.  He kept pushing my head down and bucking up against my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two minutes bitch.  Finish or we leave you here." Keith ordered from the front seat.  I began to suck furiously.  Moaning and stroking the base of his cock as I massaged his balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh fuck I'm gonna blow." the friend hissed.  "Eat it, whore."  His cock throbbed and hot creamy cum filled my mouth.  I pulled his skin back as I paused to swallow, then slowly sucked him from base to head to suck up every drop of cum. The car stopped in front of an apartment building and the friend got out, thanking Keith, and not even saying a word to me.  I felt so used... and sexy.  What a rush.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he entered the building I got into the front seat with Keith, and he grabbed me and kissed me long and hard, tasting the remnants of his friend's cum.  I had known that Keith wanted a hooker roleplay, but no idea that he was going to involve anyone else.  The best part?  The friend had no idea that I wasn't really a prostitute.  Keith had said that they'd been talking about hookers earlier in the day and the friend said he'd never been with one but was curious about it.  So, Keith told him he'd hook him up with one he'd used before, and I got to play that part.  Very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my enthusiastic sucking my tits had slipped out of my top as I'd predicted, and I was now sitting in Keith's front seat with my nipples rock hard from the cool night.  He reached over and began to knead my tits and twist my nipples.  He asked if I was bare under my skirt as he'd instructed, and I showed him that I was.  "Good girl.  Now lean back against the door and play with yourself so I can see."  I happily complied, leaned back, spread my legs, and gave him quite a show.  I rubbed myself to orgasm 3 times before we got back to my place, so easy because I was so turned on from sucking cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove down my block I put the sweater back on, not bothering to tuck my breasts back into my top, enjoying the rough material on my sensitive nipples. I was wiping the lipstick off my face as we pulled into the little drop off area in front of the building.  When we went inside, Keith gave the doorman $20 and told him he wouldn't be too long but to buzz my apartment if he needed to have the car moved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upstairs, Keith went down on me right away.  I was quick again to cum, all over his face.  We went up to the playroom where we spent the next 2 hours fucking in all different positions, me still in my hooker getup.  As we both lay there spent, his cum oozing out of my pussy and my stretched asshole, he called his wife to tell her he was just getting ready to leave work, and he'd be home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8151204934299271925?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8151204934299271925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8151204934299271925' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8151204934299271925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8151204934299271925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/overtime.html' title='Overtime'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3548074235121221757</id><published>2008-10-25T20:42:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:30:42.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonymous fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><title type='text'>Coffee Anyone?</title><content type='html'>M is still away on business, and I was bored most of the day today. My thoughts turned to lust. None of my usual playmates were around, so I started to browse CL, even though I wasn't really in the mood to deal with that.  Believe me, there wasn't much to choose from.  I wasn't in the mood to give head, wasn't in the mood to get eaten.  I really just wanted a good hard fuck.  For a moment I thought about placing my own ad, but that would just be too much bullshit to weed through.  I wanted instant satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Starbucks not too far from me, and I know on weekends it's crawling with guys and girls in their early 20's trying desperately to be hip and cool.  Their nonsense usually drives me insane, but I've found quite a few easy fucks there.  Their desperation is my salvation.  I slid on a pair of jeans and flip flops, with a tight, thin white tee shirt over my bare breasts.  It wasn't too warm out, but I was only walking a block, and the effect of the fall air and wind on my nipples would help my cause.  I ordered a hot chocolate, and sat down with a trashy novel that didn't need much thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my right was a guy who wasn't too bad looking. I gave him a big smile and said hi as I sat down. Early 20's, cute smile, and clearly perusing the CL personals on his laptop. Nice!  To my left were 2 guys, one not at all my taste, the other would do if he made any advances, but I wasn't wasting my flirt on him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to laptop boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got comfortable in my seat, contorting my legs to show off my flexibility, and facing laptop boy as best I could without being too obvious.  I sipped and read for a bit, keeping an eye on him.  He left his laptop, conveniently changed to display ESPN.com, and got up for more coffee.  Hmmm: lots of caffiene, lots of energy, and he had a great ass.  When he came back I gave him another smile, and he asked me if my book was interesting.  "Not really... how about the personals? Anything good?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blushed a million shades of red, and said, "Caught."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No biggie. I was checking it out before I came out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anything good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, there rarely is. Have you ever placed an ad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I do sometimes. Not today though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too bad. Maybe I'd have answered it and then we wouldn't be sitting here in this Starbucks, spending too much money on lousy drinks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just laughed and grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go." I stood up and waited for him to follow. He looked at me in disbelief, but quickly packed up his laptop and followed me out.  On the way to the apartment I asked him whether he was clean, and he said yes, he'd just had a physical for a job and they checked.  Once we were in my place I told him I wanted to be fucked rough and hard, anything he wanted to do.  I could see his crotch bulging as I stripped my clothes off in front of him.  He followed suit, then followed me up to the playroom where I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on his face, grinding my cunt on his mouth before he even knew what was happening.  I looked over my shoulder and his cock and loved what I saw.  Nice and thick, about 7 inches long.  That was going to fill me quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slid off him and laid on my back, legs spread.  I grabbed his cock and stroked it, then tugged him towards me.  "Fuck me. Hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No condom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Just fuck me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knelt between my feet, and reached under my ass to pull me towards him.  As he pulled, he aimed his cock, sinking it into me in one thrust.  He grunted and I moaned.  He was so thick my cunt was being stretched.  It felt so good. "Harder," I moaned.  He complied.  My hands gripped my tits, as he plowed into me.  So fucking good.  He glanced at the plain titanium band on my left ring finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your married?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up and fuck me.  There's no one else here."  (M and I are not married, but we do have matching bands that we sometimes wear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's so fucking hot."  Heh.  If that makes it hotter for him, better for me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQPSEw4L4XI/AAAAAAAAADg/HEjMGIOY6HI/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQPSEw4L4XI/AAAAAAAAADg/HEjMGIOY6HI/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261279768980742514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he flipped me over and began to fuck me from behind. Teeth gnashing, tit shaking, crashing into my asshole hard.  He was fucking me so hard all I could do was grunt.  Every thrust sent a shock through me.  I was losing control.  A wave of electricity ripped through me as my cunt clamped around his cock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cumming slut?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes... don't... stop..."  I didn't want him to stop until he came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began fucking me even more wildly, pushing my shoulders down, reaching around and rubbing my clit, grabbing my tits hard.  I was cumming over and over, and getting light headed. It was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make me cum you little slut."  Mmmm I like this boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached back beneath me and grabbed his balls, gripping them tight and rubbing them on my clit.  "Fuck yeah that's it."  No shit. I know what I'm doing.  Seconds later he was twitching and trying to pull out of me, but I was clamping him too tightly, and gripping his balls so he couldn't move back.  He came hard and messy, filling my cunt and smearing my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He collapsed next to me, panting and smiling.  We lay there for a few minutes catching our breath.  We both went to the bathroom to clean up separately.  As I showed him out he said he's at the same Starbucks ever Saturday and Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3548074235121221757?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3548074235121221757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3548074235121221757' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3548074235121221757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3548074235121221757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored.html' title='Coffee Anyone?'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQPSEw4L4XI/AAAAAAAAADg/HEjMGIOY6HI/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1115971872266735686</id><published>2008-10-25T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:52:37.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Have you ever noticed how much I use the word...</title><content type='html'>cunt?  I really like that word when referring to my cunt, or in any sexual tense.  I like being called a cunt in bed: "Slutty Cunt", "Filthy Cunt", "Cunty Whore."  Things like that.  But do not call me a cunt in the heat of an argument, or toss it around like the word "bitch."  You're likely to get punched in the face if you do.  "Cunt" in that sense of the word is saved for very special people.  Evil people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1115971872266735686?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1115971872266735686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1115971872266735686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1115971872266735686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1115971872266735686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever-noticed-how-much-i-use.html' title='Have you ever noticed how much I use the word...'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8815724244882547928</id><published>2008-10-25T11:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:38:32.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Sweet Melissa Part II</title><content type='html'>We laid there kissing and cuddling on the sofa for a bit, legs tangled, Melissa's face smelling of my pussy juices.  After I got my energy back, I got up and took her hand and led her up to the playroom.  We made out for a while, hands wandering all over each other, twisting and pulling nipples, teasing each others' clits.  She nudged me to the top of bed and got me on all fours.  She told me to keep my head down and not look back at her.  She began to lick me from clit to anus, and then she got up and I heard her grab some items from the toy drawer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation buzzed through me as she began to play with my cunt and ass again.  She was giving me a nice deep fingering and a rim job. Next thing I know, I felt cool lube spilling over my anus and down my pussy.  She dragged a toy up and down my cunt, then pushed it in deep.  God, I thought she was going to push it so far I'd gag on it.  With the toy thumping on my cervix, she slid 2 fingers into my ass, and wrapped her lips around my clit. I was pushing back against her because I couldn't get enough.  I wanted to fuck her face.  I felt incredible and ready to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movement of the toy ceased for a moment, and I could tell she was doing something else back there.  I couldn't wait to find out what.  I still had no idea which toy was in me, other than that it was very long, and about average thickness.  I like longer toys, but also prefer thicker ones, so I had a bit of an idea which 2 or 3 it could have been.  Moments later I learned it was one of my double dildos.  Mmmmmmmm naughty Melissa!  She was pushing the free end into her own pussy.  Once she got it in, both her hands were on my hips as she was grinding her cunt against me.  Suddenly one her her hands was wrapped in my hair, pulling hard, so that I was almost upright. She leaned forward as I stretched my face towards her so we could kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising Melissa, I crawled forward so I could flip onto my back.  Hardly a thrust was missed as I turned over and filled my cunt again with the rubber cock we were sharing.  She scissored her legs around mine so that our clits were rubbing each others'.  As we were grinding I bounced my hips, sending jolts through both of us.  Moments later she was collapsing with another enormous orgasm, her pussy already weakened by the one I gave her downstairs, and the many smaller ones both of us were having. She collapsed on top of me, but I wasn't letting her get away with that.  I pushed her face down to my cunt and ordered her to make me cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her exhaustion from cumming, she eagerly began to slurp at my clit and gaping pussy, pushing the dildo into my ass.  She pushed her face so hard and deep into my cunt, I thought she was trying to crawl up inside me.  I screamed for her to fist me.  I looked down to see her fingers pointed together and begin to push inside me, then she started to tongue my clit.  Just as she got about knuckle deep, I couldn't take it anymore.  My orgasm exploded, soaking her hand and face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lay there panting, my body quaking from cumming so hard, my head dizzy.  Once we both came to our senses we took a nice long shower together.  The rest of the night was spent in bed in the playroom, both of us naked under the cool sheets, watching movies, kissing, and touching each other softly.  Twice during the night we woke for more slow, sensual loving.  I was very sad to see her off to work in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-8815724244882547928?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8815724244882547928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=8815724244882547928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8815724244882547928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/8815724244882547928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-melissa-part-ii.html' title='Sweet Melissa Part II'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5363702884407348242</id><published>2008-10-24T09:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:50:33.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bisexuality'/><title type='text'>Sweet Melissa</title><content type='html'>M left for a meeting out of town last night, and I hadn't seen my friend Melissa in a while, so I gave her a call.  We've known each other since college where we became instant friends when she openly expressed her disdain for a fellow student who kept interrupting a lecture to ask stupid questions. One evening we were chatting online and somehow got on the subject of lesbians and bisexuality and she volunteered the information that she'd "definitely go lez for someone like me."  I challenged her to come over and make good on that statement.  She did and it was incredible.  We were hooked on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called her yesterday as M was getting ready to go to the airport and asked her to come spend the night.  She's spent the night with M there as well, and has even fucked M.  I love watching them together.  But that's another story for another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa came over right from work, and she looked gorgeous, as usual.  She's a tall, thin blond with deep green eyes, creamy light olive skin, and beautiful perky breasts with big brown nipples. We went out to get some dinner, and ended up drinking 2 bottles of wine.  By the time we left we were&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQHN0aaJCsI/AAAAAAAAADI/oPYqQ74OdRs/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQHN0aaJCsI/AAAAAAAAADI/oPYqQ74OdRs/s200/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260712140071307970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; talking quite suggestively to each other, and we left the restaurant holding hands and kissing.  We stopped several times on the short walk home to make out, both of us sliding our hands under each others' shirts.  She loved that I wasn't wearing a bra and the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQHKUfKIaKI/AAAAAAAAADA/t7kRYB9BqR4/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQHKUfKIaKI/AAAAAAAAADA/t7kRYB9BqR4/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260708293055637666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cold weather combined with how turned on I was had my nipples rock hard and at least a half inch long. Once we finally made it back to the apartment, we were barely in the door before we were taking each other's clothes off.  I couldn't wait to go down on her and taste her pussy again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guided her to the sofa and pushed her back as I knelt between her legs.  I inhaled the scent of her cunt... musky and feminine and sweet all at once.  I reached under her and pulled her ass to the edge of the cushion so that I could get at her tightly puckered little brown asshole as well as her dripping pussy.  Eagerly I darted my tongue into that sweet brown hole, pushing hard and wiggling it crazily.  I slurped at it, sucking on the rim before twirling my &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQHSUj9TCgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/y0rl0eTH_H4/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQHSUj9TCgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/y0rl0eTH_H4/s200/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260717090437007874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tongue around it, then lazily dragging it up the length of her cunt.  When I reached her clit I wrapped my lips around it and sucked as I flicked it with my tongue.  As I continued to suck I worked 3 fingers into her dripping hole.  My other hand worked at her nipples.  She was writhing like mad beneath me, bucking against my face, humping my hand inside her.  I positioned my fingers inside her so that I could pet her g-spot, and she began to moan and scream my name, begging me to make her cum.  Seconds later she was crying as she came hard.  Her cunt clamped down my hand, her clit was throbbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly pulled my hand out of her pussy and put my dripping fingers in her mouth for her to suck clean.  I gently licked her pussy clean as she came down from her cum high.  She leaned forward and pulled my face to hers, and I crawled up on the sofa with her, kissing and cuddling each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5363702884407348242?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5363702884407348242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5363702884407348242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5363702884407348242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5363702884407348242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-melissa.html' title='Sweet Melissa'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQHN0aaJCsI/AAAAAAAAADI/oPYqQ74OdRs/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-2345670327792126948</id><published>2008-10-23T09:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:56:00.184-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><title type='text'>Self-love</title><content type='html'>We all do it.  I do it.  I know you do it.  Don't deny it.  I love doing it.  Say it with me boys and girls, "M A S T U R B A T I O N!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning and I was horny as hell.  M had another hour or so to sleep, and it's never a good idea to wake him up at that time when he has to go to work, and it was too early to call anyone else to come over.  Really, I was just in the mood to masturbate, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the mood to masturbate, it's a mood that lasts all day.  I've already done it three times today, and I know I'm going to do it a lot more before the day is through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got up around 3:30am and went upstairs to the playroom so I wouldn't wake M.  I dimmed the lights up there and grabbed a &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/realistic-dildo-vibrators/jeff-stryker-realistic"&gt;vibrator&lt;/a&gt; and some dripped some &lt;a href="http://www.astroglide.com/"&gt;lube&lt;/a&gt; onto the tip, laid back, and gave myself a good fuck.  One hand moved that pulsing rubber cock in and out of my cunt as the other pinched and twisted my aching nipples.  Within minutes an intense orgasm was ripping through my cunt, but I didn't stop there.  I rolled onto my side, wet my middle finger with some of the juices oozing out of my pussy, and pushed my middle finger into my ass.  In one push it was all the way in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on fucking my asshole while letting the intense vibrations of the toy in my pussy work me up to another orgasm.  Another few moments later I exploded again, then curled up and fell asleep with the vibe still inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up a few hours later, M was already gone to work.  I felt the vibe on my thigh, so I turned it on again and slid it inside me.  I worked it in and out as I rubbed my clit with my other hand.  This time I orgasmed quickly, squirting across the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was coming down from my squirting orgasm Blake called me to see if I was available for a quickie before he went to work.  I told him I'd been masturbating all morning and planned to keep doing it all day, and he was welcome to come over and watch. Ten minutes later he was in the playroom with me.  I was on the edge of the bed: my ass almost at the edge, my feet on the mattress, knees far apart, spreading my cunt open.  I was rubbing my clit with 4 fingers, and Blake dropped his pants and took his shirt off.  His cock was already hard, and he immediately began stroking it.  Drops of precum were landing on me and I was fucking myself harder and harder with my hand.  He was grabbing his balls as he stroked, and ordering me to spank my clit.  I used one hand to pull back the hood and apply slight pressure around my clit, making it more prominent for me to spank.  Being ordered to do that to myself already put me in a heightened state, the hard spankings &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQCBxmc4YbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mMCY2NfJAok/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQCBxmc4YbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mMCY2NfJAok/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260347053903995314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gave to my clit made me moan with great pleasure, and I had several small orgasms as Blake continued to stroke himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Blake moved closer to me, right in between my knees.  Two or three strokes later he was spraying his cum all over my pussy and stomach, as I continued my string of mild but satisfying orgasms.  He quickly got dressed as I lay there watching, riding out a few more orgasms, then let himself out.  I got up and showered, playing with my nipples in the shower and bringing myself to orgasm once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-2345670327792126948?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2345670327792126948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=2345670327792126948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2345670327792126948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/2345670327792126948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-love.html' title='Self-love'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SQCBxmc4YbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mMCY2NfJAok/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-1190156788600678155</id><published>2008-10-21T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:34:33.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral'/><title type='text'>One on one fun</title><content type='html'>Since last Wednesday, I haven't had fun with anyone but M, and it's been fantastic.  We've been fucking every morning and at least twice every night.  We even had a naked weekend the last 2 days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I was in the kitchen making a pot of coffee when M walked in.  He grabbed me around the waist and pushed me forward against the counter.  My bare nipples were freezing on the cold granite as my breasts were smooshed on the countertop.  He pushed my legs apart and forced his cock into my pussy.  I wasn't wet, but became wet fairly &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SP3aPEeGImI/AAAAAAAAACw/7l8IhVSMEKw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SP3aPEeGImI/AAAAAAAAACw/7l8IhVSMEKw/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259599892271473250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;immediately when he began pumping me.  M usually comes quickly first thing in the morning, and Saturday was no exception.  He exploded inside me within 2 or 3 minutes, his cum dripping down my thighs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he pulled out of me I turned around and got down on my knees and sucked his cock clean, savoring the taste of his cum and my cunt mixing together.  Once he was clean he lifted me onto the counter and cleaned up his own mess from my thighs and pussy, and since I hadn't cum yet, he kept licking me until his job was done.  My orgasm pushed a good amount of his cum back out of me, so like the good man he is, he ate it all up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-1190156788600678155?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1190156788600678155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=1190156788600678155' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1190156788600678155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/1190156788600678155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-on-one-fun.html' title='One on one fun'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SP3aPEeGImI/AAAAAAAAACw/7l8IhVSMEKw/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-5669994555027090849</id><published>2008-10-14T10:56:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:08:22.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='double penetration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan'/><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>At the last minute M took off on Monday, so we headed out of town for the weekend, taking Dan with us.  We got a great deal on a flight and headed down to Miami for the weekend so we could spoil ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday when we checked in M wanted to nap, so Dan and I just lounged at the pool.  We flirted a lot with each other, and I flirted with several guys around the pool.  I actually hate the "scene" in Miami - or anywhere actually - but it's so easy to hook up there, and easy to get to from here, that we do go there a few times a year.  Sometimes we hook up, sometimes we just enjoy the time away from home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dan and I lounged at the pool for a while, had a few drinks, then went back up to the room to join M after a few hours.  The shower wasn't big enough for all 3 of us, or really even for 2 of us, so Dan went to take a shower first.  M looked adorable still all sleepy from his nap, and I couldn't resist him.  I took my bikini off and got on top of him.  Immediately his cock was hard, and his mouth was on my nipples.  My hand guided him right into my wet, waiting cunt, keeping a nice steady pace, enjoying him inside me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While M and I were fucking, Dan came out of the shower.  He got behind me and licked and tongue fucked my asshole, making me insane. I was just so lost in the ecstasy of it all that I barely noticed that he was getting ready to put his cock in my ass.  I felt his hands on both my hips, and his cock pressing against my asshole.  He used his fingers to wipe some of my own dripping juices  on the head of his cock for lubrication, then pushed his &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SPS_9ISWqRI/AAAAAAAAACo/8lYPcj_mgk4/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SPS_9ISWqRI/AAAAAAAAACo/8lYPcj_mgk4/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257037721965603090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cock into me nice and slow.  M and Dan got into a rhythm with each other, and I was just beyond it all.  It was incredible.  I just started orgasming over and over, losing all control of myself, shaking, crying, moaning, wet all over M, and I didn't want them to stop until they both came too.  M had to hold back a bit since we'd been going at it for a while, but then Dan said he was getting close, so they picked up the pace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster and faster they rocked beneath and behind me until they both exploded seconds apart.  I could feel both of their blasts inside me, their cocks pulsing and pumping.  We all just collapsed in a tangled heap on the bed, Dan and I napped for about an hour then showered before heading out to dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-5669994555027090849?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5669994555027090849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=5669994555027090849' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5669994555027090849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/5669994555027090849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/SPS_9ISWqRI/AAAAAAAAACo/8lYPcj_mgk4/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-3578606106461127507</id><published>2008-10-08T15:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:56:02.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><title type='text'>Friendly Neighborhood Fuck</title><content type='html'>Blake emailed me last night asking if I was free this morning.  You know me, I don't turn down a good fuck.  I emailed him back to come over here at 7.  7:05 this morning the doorman sent him up.  I opened the door in just a robe, and invited him up to the playroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The playroom is a little loft/balcony area overlooking our living room that we use as a guest room, and where both M and I play with others.  We very rarely invite a play partner into our own bedroom, and when we do it's only when both of us are there together.  We keep various toys and things in the bedside table there, and there's a bathroom with a shower there, so it's very convenient.  It's also nice to keep playmates out of the sanctity of our bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up the spiral stairs to the playroom ahead of Blake, knowing he'd be able to see right up my robe.  "Fuck, you're dangerous." I heard him whisper.  Yes, yes I am!  I sat back in the middle of the king size bed and waited for him to undress.  When he was naked he got on the bed and knelt next to me and told me to suck his stiffening cock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it in my mouth, cupping his balls, and began to suck.  My other hand kneaded his ass as I sucked, his hands in my hair.  After playing for a bit, I stopped and told him I needed to be fucked hard.  He pushed me back and got between my thighs, then pushed my legs way back. I grabbed my ankles and told him to fuck me hard... as hard as he could.  I could feel his balls bouncing off my ass, but it wasn't hard or deep enough for me.  I pushed him off me and got on my hands and knees, backing up to the edge of the bed.  Blake stood&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iseekgirls.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/mdfbd_nadia_nitro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.iseekgirls.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/mdfbd_nadia_nitro.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; up behind me, grabbed my ass with two hands, and pushing my cheeks apart, plowed his cock into my cunt.  Moaning with satisfaction, I was reaching back, trying to finger my asshole.  Blake pushed my hand away and slipped his own finger into my ass.  Oh God.  I love ass play. I wanted to tell him to fuck my ass, but he was fucking me good and deep, with his balls bouncing off my clit, and all that combined with his finger in my ass, and my nipples scraping the sheets was enough to know I'd be cumming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted, waves of euphoria began to overcome me.  I was completely dizzy with orgasm.  I was so into it.  My body was moving on its own, riding Blake's cock, enjoying every minute of it. Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed me by the tits and brought my torso upright.  He was cumming inside me.  Mmmm my God it felt good and dirty.  I could feel him throbbing as his cum pumped into me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170028274188885303-3578606106461127507?l=barebackgrrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3578606106461127507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170028274188885303&amp;postID=3578606106461127507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3578606106461127507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170028274188885303/posts/default/3578606106461127507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendly-neighborhood-fuck.html' title='Friendly Neighborhood Fuck'/><author><name>Bareback Grrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
