Harem?
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Posted:Apr 27, 2014 7:55 pm
Last Updated:May 31, 2014 3:26 pm
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So I was going to announce my adamant intention to form a harem. When I discovered that the definition of harem is limited to a group of women serving one man. What the F? Where is the gender parity in that?
Hmmm. I don't want a group of women, I would like to find myself a select group of distinctly skilled men to serve at my whims and fulfill my sexual wants.
As far as I can tell there is no word for that. Which is total crap. (Assume I made some sort of gender equality rant here)
Anyway...the fact remains the same I want my group of men. I want sex on demand. For those interested there are four positions available:
Position One--When I am horny I want to be fucked by an eager gentlemen. Skill, Stamina, and Recovery time all will be tested during the interview. It is preferable that you have an abundance of practice. After all practice makes perfect. So there will be a great deal of practice before the position is filled.
Position Two--A cunnilingus expert to bury his face between my thighs and lick my pussy until I writhe with uncontrolled passion. Those with superior technique and enthusiasm will be given additional consideration.
Position Three--When I want to squirt there needs to be a skilled enthusiast at the ready. Those of you out there with these skills know who you are, please do not attempt to falsify your resume. You will be found out.
Position Four--A new addition to the group. An ardent anal fanatic. A genuine ass man. Someone who hopes to fuck my ass at all hours of the day and night.
Special consideration given to those with superior wit or intelligence.
For the right candidate on-the-job-training will be considered.
References will be checked!!!
The line forms to the left.
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A Big Horny Mess.
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Posted:Apr 26, 2014 8:59 pm
Last Updated:May 31, 2014 3:27 pm
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Fair Warning: Rough Seas Ahead.
So I have had a week that does not a happy camper make. In fact I am officially wearing my crabby-pants.
I have spent this week working my ass off. All the while getting hornier and hornier. So my week officially comes to an end. I do what any sensible horny-girl does. I meet up with a friend that normally makes me squirt repeatedly and copiously. An evening with said friend is usually good for a minimum of a half dozen orgasms, usually more. In other words this should be the perfect plan. A great way to put the horny to rest.
..and he said unto Peter, Get Thee Behind Me, Horny.
Problem: A bunch of orgasms didn't help. I came with his fingers in me. I multipled while he played my clit like a Stradivarius. I came over and over. Is the horny gone? NO. The horny persists. Tonight I have a terminal case of greedy-pussy. So when he was spent, I took my exit cue. Exit Stage Left.
I get home and immediately grab a toy. No warm-up need. I slide the plastic cock all the way to the hilt in a single stroke. I fuck myself with it hard and fast. The rhythm: an unrelenting pounding. I came screaming not once but twice. Lying there with the plastic cock still filling me, I take stock. Is the horny gone? NO.
Have you ever been ridiculously horny and getting off didn't help? I am in a dark place. I am looking at passing men like they are prey. I may take one down like a wounded gazelle.
Help. It is official: I am a big, horny mess.
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The Move.
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Posted:Apr 23, 2014 6:28 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2015 2:17 pm
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Is there a move that especially makes you hot?
There we are sitting close on the couch. We both know that this will end in bed. Its electric, inevitable. But we always start on the couch. I slide so that our sides are pressed together. His arm comes around my neck. My breath comes a little faster. He slides his hand down and across into the front of my shirt, down into the cup of my bra. He reaches in, seeking, claiming. He cups me. Rolls my nipple. I love to watch his hand move. My breathing gets harsher. He's tightening his fingers, I love it. "Harder", I moan. He complies. "Yeah", I breathe. I know I am wet and ready. Its all I can do not to thrust my hips. I can't take my eyes off his hand buried in my shirt. Rolling, pulling, driving me higher...
I know, I know.
You wanted more, but that is not my point here. My point here is that sometimes the things that stick in your head are the quieter less, flashy parts of sex. (Maybe this is totally a girl thing?)
I guess I have simply been musing for the last few hours. More likely I have been musing since he made this move the first time--I have not been able to get it out of my head. Now any time I wear a shirt that would be easy to reach into I become a horny mess. I am at work and catch a glimpse of my own cleavage and imagine his hand reaching in--completely distracting--completely intoxicating.
Does this kind of thing happen to you?
What thought hounds you to distraction?
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Naughty-Me: The Great Escape
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Posted:Apr 20, 2014 12:19 pm
Last Updated:May 31, 2014 3:27 pm
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So for all of you out there in the A.F.F. Universe. Picture it: a cleanly shaven pussy wearing goggles riding a motorcycle through the German countryside to escape the Nazis.
For anyone of there that did not get the movie reference. For god's sake stop watching Twilight. Do not Pass go, do not collect $200, go to IMDB and find something that was not made for 13 year old girls.
I have officially stopped my dithering and jumped into the A.F.F. universe with both feet.
I have left my nun-ish behavior behind...
I have let naughty-me out. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away (that one should be a gimme) I put Naughty-me in a box--shoved the box into a trunk--tied the trunk in chains--put it in the back of a dead mobster's car--and drove the whole thing into a lake. The monster has risen from the abyss. Watch out world.
Its moving day. (another reference--this time t.v.)
I have decided to embrace what I want. It is time for more sex and less masturbation. It is time to try all the stuff I fantasize about. No more bowing to societal norms. No more worrying about the opinions of small minded people. No more hiding what I want. My sexual pillaging has begun. Gentlemen if you don't want to be ridden or sucked--hide your cocks--this girl is cumming for you!!!
P.S: Yes. I REALLY REALLY amuse myself.
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Squirting. Who Knew?
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Posted:Apr 19, 2014 11:50 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2015 2:17 pm
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Okay, I have read enough postings to know I am likely to kick the hornet's nest here. There seem to be irrationally strong opinions on the issue of squirting. It is not my intention to throw gasoline on the fire, this is just something I need to say. End of Warning.
A Catharsis and a Diatribe all in One. (How multifaceted of me)
Some Background:
I have always been able to squirt, really, I mean since I started masturbating at about 12 I could squirt. I didn't realize at the time that this was anything different.
At some point while still fairly young I discovered that this was not necessarily typical (thank god for teaching powers of internet porn).
This of course raised some concerns for me. When you're young its hard to embrace your differences. In order to better understand what was happening, I went scurrying back to the internet for more information. Biggest mistake ever. Once you wade through the porn, there are a ton of horror stories about women not knowing they could squirt and the horrified reactions of their partners. For a this is traumatizing discovery. I had unintentionally given myself more questions than answers...
Do you tell the guy before hand?
Hope for the best?
Try to not squirt?
It seriously freaked me out for a long time.
Flip forward a bunch of years:
I stumble into the A.F.F. universe.
In true surreal A.F.F. fashion squirting has taken on mythic proportions. The worm had turned. The percentage of men here looking for someone to squirt seems overwhelming. It seemed far less likely that I was about to become a squirting-horror-story statistic. It made it way easier to relax. I still wasn't sure about the tell/don't tell etiquette.
So still stumbling along. I started chatting with a gentlemen here. We agreed to meet (the first time I had met someone from A.F.F.). The conversation was easy and fun.
Fast Forward again:
We're in his bed playing. He's working me beautifully with his fingers. He's started to rub my g-spot harder and harder. I know I am going to squirt if he keeps that up. I know I need to say something. I tap him, he doesn't notice. I tap him a little harder and he asks if everything is okay. I laugh a little. "Yeah, everything is okay, but if your going to keep after my g-spot, you're going to want to grab a towel". No hesitation, no questions, he grabs a towel. With renewed enthusiasm he goes back to work. Knowing it was welcomed was liberating, wonderful. There was no holding back. I squirted massively, again and again, all over me, him, and soaking through a towel. It was fantastic. And it was only the beginning of our night together...
I wrote this for a couple of reasons:
1. The gentlemen is question should know just how much that reaction mattered.--Wow. That is really sappy, but I'll let it stand--(he's more emotionally in touch than I am anyways)(It must be that with age comes wisdom?)  .
2. Every man whether you want a woman to squirt or not--you should understand that: whether she does or not, your words and actions matter. Try not to be an ass.
3. To the women in the A.F.F. universe that have adopted a hostile disposition about squirting: its cool that you don't want to, its understandable that your tried of hearing about it, but pause to consider that it's not all roses and clover. There are a lot of girls and women out there that haven't yet figured out that its not as big a deal as it is in their heads. Your hostility is worse than the cult like fervor of the men, you need to take a step back and think about how you would feel about something you do involuntarily being described in venom-filled words.
Dangers in Blogging:
This is not at all how I intended this blog to go. I am not at all sure about posting this publicly. (I am going to because the younger-me needed to read something like it)
I was going to write about how I had squirted more times than I though was possible a few nights ago. How wonderful a time it was. It was going to have a more erotica-ish vibe. It was going to ask who knew that squirting a million times could give you a hang-over like headache? (It is apparently important to hydrate if you going to get carried away) It was NOT going to be a wrenching emotional dump. I guess this is what actually needed to be said. I suppose it had been building for a very long time.
Maybe with a few more days perspective, I'll write the blog I intended.
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To Shave or not to Shave?
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Posted:Apr 17, 2014 8:44 am
Last Updated:May 31, 2014 3:28 pm
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Surely, a question Shakespeare never contemplated.
Well, yesterday I took the plunge and went bare again for the first time in nearly a decade...I know, I know, I was probably like the last girl on earth sporting that full-on-70s look.
I think I like it. I don't remember being enamored of it last time. My pussy is just so smooth and sensitive. When I reached down this morning and ran my fingers across my mound...simply electric...
I don't know why it feels so sexy, but I hope that it stays this wonderfully shiver-inducing.
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First Stop
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Posted:Apr 13, 2014 8:44 am
Last Updated:May 31, 2014 3:28 pm
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Sometimes I feel like life is just one long train ride with the conductor calling out the stops...
First stop....The Twilight Zone
Second stop...Senior Sizzle
This is a very strange stop.
There have been pleasant surprises and appalling absurdity. I think it deserves some more exploration.
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